#like. ANGER cry. like i could strangle someone cry

[maxtermind]

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

★ : summary :: when he cheats on you ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst ★ : word count :: 5k ★ : a/n :: please remember that all of this is fiction! anyway, enjoy the angst <3 cheating is not a slip up but a statement and i will not be writing a part 2 where they get back together :) as usual requests are open for other endings if you're interested (maybe she ends up with someone else on the grid to make it hurt more lol). feedback is appreciated+!! ★ : gifs :: @\f1-stuff @\userhamilton @\slowestlap @\tyrannosaurus-maxy

Max Verstappen

Max and you had a pretty healthy work schedule. Thanks to your flexible remote work, you could travel with him and support him in person. But there were times when you were needed back at the home office but despite the distance, Max made sure to keep you in the loop.

From video calls, to texting whenever one was free, to random pictures shared, you were always pretty aware of what the other was doing. So imagine your shock when minutes after hanging up on a call after congratulating him on his win, you failed to get a hold of him before pictures of him started going viral.

But now, all of that seemed like a distant memory as you stared at the damning evidence on your phone. Pictures of Max, smiling and carefree, dancing with another woman in a crowded club, her arms wrapped around him possessively.

Your heart sank as you scrolled through the images, each one a painful reminder of the betrayal you never saw coming. And then, there it was, the blurry photo that confirmed your worst fears - Max and the other woman locked in a passionate kiss.

The world around you seemed to blur as well as tears welled up in your eyes, hot and bitter against your cheeks. Without thinking, you began to dial Max's number, your fingers trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation.

But each call went unanswered, each voicemail left unheard. With each unanswered ring, your heart broke a little more, until you could no longer bear the weight of your pain.

It was an hour later when you were in your bed, crying your eyes out when your phone finally lit up with Max's name, the screen casting a harsh glow in the dimness of your room.

As much as your head told you to hang up and let that be the final answer, you picked it up and whispered a low. ”Hi?” Your voice barely a whisper, choked with emotion.

”Y/N,” Max’s breathy voice came. It was enough to throw you off again and new tears gathered in your eyes.

”Where were you?” The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, raw with hurt and anguish.

”Baby…” Max's voice wavered, and you could hear the weight of his guilt in every syllable. It spoke volumes, you knew what had happened and he knew that. ”I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the pain of his deceit threatening to consume you whole. And then, without warning, a strangled sob escaped your lips, the sound echoing in the silence of the room.

You could hear Max's sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, a sound that only served to intensify your grief. But you were beyond caring about appearances now, your heart laid bare for him to see.

”I trusted you,” you choked out between sobs, the words a bitter indictment of the love you had once shared. ”Why would you do this to me?”

How could the man that made you feel like the only girl in the world for him do this to you? Did he even love you or was he just a really good actor?

Your voice quivered with pain as you struggled to maintain your composure,”You've broken me in ways I didn't even know were possible.”

Max's voice wavered as he tried to find the right words to express his remorse,”I never meant to hurt you, it was the biggest mistake of my life.” 

The life he has made sure he spent with someone not you. His voice cracked further and you realized that he was also crying on the other end. ”I can't bear the thought of not having you in my life.”

There was a long pause, as if Max was searching for the right words to say. But what words could possibly undo the damage that had already been done, the trust that had been shattered beyond repair?

Your words cut through him, echoing the pain he had caused,”Did… did you even love me, Max?”

”Of course, I love you!” He spoke, his voice carrying a sense of hurt. As if questioning the audacity to even ask that and that angered you. It made you so mad because this was on him. He did this.

”I wish I could turn back time and make things right, I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Max's breath hitched as he spoke before you could. The wounds he had inflicted too deep to be healed with a simple apology. ”I never meant to make you doubt my love for you.”

And as you listened to his voice crack with emotion, you knew that there was only one thing left to do. ”I don't even recognize the person I fell in love with anymore.” You whispered with finality, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

Was this really the man who had promised you a future filled with a family and laughter? The man who just made your heart bleed out?

Max caught on and rushed to get the words out,”Please, Y/N, don't hang up. I need you more than ever, I love y-”

You hung up because how dare he say that after what he did. He called you again and again after that and if you weren’t half dying in your apartment, maybe you could’ve scoffed at how the roles were switched.

However, all you could do was switch off your phone and wonder how the man who once kissed all your scars better, could leave deeper ones in their place. Leaving you to do the work to mend them all alone.

Lewis Hamilton

It had all started the day you had foolishly decided to set up lunch to have the two most important people in your life, your bestfriend and your boyfriend, meet.

Lewis seemed genuinely enthusiastic about finally meeting the person who had been such a solid support in your life. Little did you anticipate that this innocent gathering would unravel into a scene of deception.

The signs were subtle at first. A quick exchange of numbers, a glance shared behind your back– easy to dismiss as innocent. But why would you look for such signs? When it included your most trusted humans on the planet?

But then came the slips, the accidental mentions of knowing each other's whereabouts better than you did.

”I don't think she'll pick up, she said she had an afternoon meeti-” Lewis caught himself on time before shrugging and ending with a: ”She posted it on her instagram, did you miss it?”

You laughed it off though it irked you. You were just glad that they were close before...

After an especially tiring day, you finally entered your house. Surprised to see the sitting room empty, where Lewis waits for you every time he's home early.

You sighed, instinctively petting Roscoe before moving inside the house. Desperate for a shower and clean clothes to get the day's stench off of you.

So imagine your shock when you walked into your bedroom,to discover Lewis and Rachel entwined in your bed, their bodies exposed and vulnerable. In your bed.

It took a second for you to process it while they both scrambled to get their clothes on. You just stared in disbelief while Rachel cried on the bed under covers and Lewis frantically wore his clothes while saying… something?

You felt like you were underwater for a second because you saw his mouth moving before his words started registering and tears started to pool in your eyes. The pain felt tangible, like a weight pressing down on your chest, as you confronted the unthinkable reality of their infidelity.

”Baby, let me explain. Ple- Please, this isn't what it looks like... I-”

You tore your eyes away from him before looking over at Rachel who was crying because she probably understood exactly what was happening.

You wanted to ask what exactly Lewis thought was going on but decided not to because your throat was closing up. The image of them together was burned into your brain. You just shook your head as tears fell from your eyes before turning around and walking out of the room.

As Lewis desperately jumbled to dress himself, his hands fumbling with buttons and zippers, he pleaded with you, his voice cracking with desperation.

”Y/N, please, you have to listen to me. This isn't what it looks like, I swear,” he implored, his eyes wide with panic as he reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched away as if his touch burned. Feeling disgusted and deceived.

”What do you mean it's not what it looks like?!” you finally managed to choke out, your voice trembling with damage and betrayal. ”I come home to find you two... in our bed, na- naked!”

Lewis's face contorted in anguish, his mind racing for the right words to say, but nothing seemed adequate in the face of your devastation.

”It's... it's a misunderstanding, Y/N, I promise,” he stammered, his voice strained with emotion. ”Rachel and I... we didn't plan for this to happen. It's just... things got out of hand, and we never meant to do you wrong.”

You shook your head in disbelief because you didn’t know what else to do truly, feeling as if the ground had been pulled out from beneath you. ”How could you do this to me, Lewis? I thought you… that you loved me,” your voice turned in a whisper.

All the times he had discussed the future rushed through your mind. He wanted to retire and repeatedly told you how he wanted to marry you. Your hands trembled as you suddenly remembered asking Rachel to be your bridesmaid.

Suddenly, the pressure on your chest got worse.

Lewis's eyes pleaded with you, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. ”I don't know, Y/N. I don't know what came over me. I love you, you have to believe me. Please don't leave, we can work through this together.”

But his words fell on deaf ears as you turned away from him, the pain in your heart too raw to bear. ”I trusted you, Lewis. I trusted both of you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

As you moved towards the door, every step heavier than the last, Lewis's voice trembled with desperation, his hands reaching out to grasp yours, pleading for your attention.

”Y/N, please, don't leave,” he begged, his voice cracking with raw emotion. ”I messed up, I know I did, but I love you. Please, let me make it right.”

You paused, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. ”How can you say you love me after what you did?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, thick with pain.

And with that, you turned away, leaving behind the shattered remains of the life you had once shared, the echoes of Lewis's pleas fading into the emptiness of the night. Swearing to never put your trust in anyone else ever again.

Carlos Sainz

You had sworn off of relationships for so long after your last one that it was honestly a miracle, as your friends and family put it, that you agreed to go out with Carlos. But he was the perfect gentleman to you. The person who gave you hope for a better future. Giving you hope that maybe all the ‘cheesy’ discourse was for you too.

He knew how you were hurt the last time and reassured you about how special you were to him and how you were always enough. Enough for him.

It slowly became a running joke once you guys hit the two year mark. You were finally at a stage where you had a loving partner that you could trust blindly.

So to say that you were blindsided would be an understatement…

Your fingers trembled as you scrolled through Carlos's phone, your heart racing with each new message that appeared on the screen.

You never thought you'd be the type to snoop, but the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach had become too much to ignore. He was so distant lately and so secretive about his phone, it was slowly killing you.

There it was, undeniable proof staring back at you in blue and white. Messages from an unknown number, filled with suggestive language and promises of secrecy. Your breath got caught in your throat as you read through the damning evidence, your heart sinking with each word.

‘Hey babe, can't wait to see you tonight ;) xoxo’

The message hit you like a punch to the gut, your mind reeling with disbelief. How could Carlos do this to you? You thought you had something special, something worth fighting for. But now, all those hopes and dreams lay shattered at your feet.

You tried to push down the rising tide of emotion, to find some innocent explanation for what you were seeing. But deep down, you knew the truth – Carlos was cheating on you.

When he emerged from the bathroom, you were waiting for him, phone in hand and tears in your eyes. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

”Carlos,” you whispered, the weight of your words heavy in the air as he stepped into the room, his tousled hair and relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside you.

You weren’t really sure why you weren’t screaming and thrashing things around already. It was like you were frozen on the spot.

”What's wrong?” he asked, concern etched into his features as he took in your tear-streaked face and the phone clutched tightly in your hand. Though, when you looked at him, all you could see was how he was your everything. How you had given him your everything.

And you still weren’t enough.

You struggled to find the words, to articulate the emotions coursing through you. ”I found... I found something on your phone,” you finally managed, your voice trembling with emotion.

Carlos's expression faltered, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he took a hesitant step closer. ”What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

You took a shaky breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come. ”Messages,” you began, your voice barely audible as you held up the phone, displaying the incriminating evidence for him to see. ”From someone... someone you've been seeing behind my back.”

Carlos's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the screen, his hand instinctively reaching out to take the phone from you. ”Y/N, I swear, I can explain,” he stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. Why was he reaching for the phone and not your hand?

But the words fell on deaf ears as the full weight of his betrayal hit you like a ton of bricks. ”Explain?” you echoed, your voice trembling with disbelief. ”How can you even explain this, Carlos? How could you do this to me?”

He reached out to touch you, to offer comfort or reassurance, but you recoiled, the sting of his infidelity too raw and painful to bear. ”I trusted you,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face as you backed away from him. ”How could you-”

Can love like this be lost too? You’ve been on your knees begging the universe to grant you one love that wouldn’t be snatched from you. Thinking all your prayers had been heard only for him to do it too.

Carlos's expression crumbled as he watched you retreat, his own anguish mirroring yours. ”I never meant for this to happen,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. ”Please, Y/N, give me a chance to make things right.”

As Carlos pleaded with you, his words heavy with desperation, you couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. His promises of love and devotion clashed with the evidence on his phone, leaving you torn between the man you thought you knew and the painful truth staring back at you.

You met his gaze, seeing the desperation etched into his features as he struggled to make you believe him. ”Can you hear me?” he implored, desperation lacing his words. ”You are always enough for me. Please, you have to believe me. I love you more than anything, Y/N.”

His words pulled at your heartstrings, the sincerity in his voice almost convincing you to give him another chance. But deep down, you knew that trust once broken was not easily repaired.

You met his gaze, feeling the weight of his plea bearing down on you. ”I hear you,” you replied softly, nodding through your tears, your voice tinged with sadness. ”But it's not that simple, Carlos. I want to believe you, but...”

Carlos's grip on you tightened, his body pressing against yours as he sought solace in your embrace. ”Please, don't leave,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. ”I'll do anything to make this right, to prove to you that you're the only one for me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled away, the pain of betrayal still raw and agonizing. ”No,” you murmured, your voice barely audible above the sound of your breaking heart. ”You did to us. You made me believe… I'm leaving. This is goodbye.”

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Carlos standing alone in the wreckage of your brutally murdered relationship.

Charles Leclerc

You had rushed back home because for the first time in what feels like forever, your boyfriend was back home. Charles was a man of many charms. Despite being with him for so long, he still had you blushing and getting butterflies every time he was around.

He was busy when you got home so you decided to wash up but as you paced back and forth in the living room, your heart racing with anxiety, you didn’t know what to do to figure out what exactly Charles was doing.

Charles had been on the phone for what felt like hours, his voice hushed but urgent as he spoke to someone on the other end of the line. Normally, you wouldn't think much of it, but something about his tone tonight had set off alarm bells in your mind.

You tried to focus on a book, anything to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling of unease in the pit of your stomach. But every word you read seemed to blur together, your mind consumed with worry.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. With trembling hands, you set the book aside and made your way to the kitchen, where Charles was still on the phone.

”...I can't risk it tonight,” you heard him say, his tone strained ”She's coming home soon, and I don't want to risk it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Who was he talking about? And why did he sound so nervous?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you crept closer, straining to hear the other end of the conversation.

”...I know, I know,” Charles continued, his voice growing even more frantic. ”But I can't keep doing this. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to you.”

Your blood ran cold at his words. What did he mean, ‘not fair to her?’ And who the fuck was he talking to?

Before you could process it all, Charles abruptly ended the call and turned to find you standing in the doorway, your eyes wide with shock and hurt.

”Y/N,” he started, his voice wavering as he took in your expression. ”I... I didn't realize you were there.”

You struggled to find your voice, your mind racing with a thousand questions. ”Who were you talking to, Charles?” you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles' eyes flickered with guilt as he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. ”It's... it's nothing, Y/N,” he stammered, but you could tell he was lying. ”Just a friend.”

But you weren't buying it. Not after what you had just heard. ”A friend?” you repeated, your voice rising with anger and hurt. ”Is that what you call my replacement?”

Charles' face paled at your accusation, his eyes widening in shock. ”Baby, it's not what you think,” he protested, but you could hear the desperation in his voice. He looked so scared, as if he knew he was gonna get caught up into lies.

”Then what is it, Charles?” you demanded, your voice trembling with emotion. ”Enlighten me.”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering away from yours as if unable to meet your eyes. ”It's... it's complicated,” he finally admitted, but his words offered little comfort.

”There's nothing complicated about cheating on someone you claim to love.” You were trying to compose yourself, not show him how deeply his words had cut you but your hands were trembling and your voice was cracking. Face pale and eyes glassy.

Charles winced at your words, his guilt written plainly across his face. ”You’re the only person I love,” he insisted, his voice barely above a whisper. ”It's just... things got out of hand.”

You felt like you had been punched in the gut. How could he stand there and try to justify his betrayal? How could he expect you to forgive him after this? Why the fuck was he the one looking distort?

”I trusted you, Charles,” you choked out, tears welling in your eyes. He shouldn’t be expecting you to treat him as a victim too when he was the one guilty. ”I thought we had something special.”

Charles' expression softened, his eyes brimming with remorse. ”We do, Y/N,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. ”I love you, more than anything. Please, you have to believe me.”

But love now felt like a distant memory, tarnished by his infidelity. ”How can I believe anything you say after this?” You scoffed bitterly. Angry at yourself for crying in front of the man who has probably been sleeping with someone else for months now.

Charles reached out to you, his hand trembling as he brushed a tear from your cheek. ”I'll do anything to make it up to you, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. ”Just give me a chance to prove it.”

You whispered, your voice heavy with resignation,”There are no second chances for cheaters.”

Lando Norris

Because of multiple torments inflicted by past lovers, you were always resistant to fall head first in any relationship. Hesitant to give your heart knowing recovering was going to be the absolute worst.

Comes in, Lando. The man who broke through all your barriers, took down the walls you put around yourself and had you love struck in a matter of time.

For a moment, everything was amazing. He was the best person you could've asked for. He looked at you as if you put the stars up in the sky.

Who could've thought?

Who could've thought that the same fucking man would have you breaking down at a family event in front of everyone.

The room buzzed with conversation as you sat at the dinner table, trying to ignore the growing tension in the air.

Lando's hand found yours under the table, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your palm. ”Are you okay?” he whispered, concern etched in his voice.

You forced a smile, nodding faintly. ”Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed,” you murmured, hoping to brush off your unease. Why was everyone looking at you with such pity?

But Lando's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. ”You know you can talk to me, right?” he said softly, squeezing your hand gently.

Before you could respond, a sudden hush fell over the room, drawing your attention to the commotion across the room. You followed Lando's gaze, your heart sinking as you saw him make eye contact with one of your cousins, their faces morphing as if they were having a whispered conversation.

”What's going on?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as dread coiled in the pit of your stomach.

You have seen this scene before and you did not like where this was going. Feeling overwhelmed, you got up and excused yourself from the table. Slightly glad to have Lando do the same.

This was all a confusion. You repeated in your head before standing outside the venue, away from distressed eyes and hushed gossips.

Lando's grip on your hand tightened, his expression unreadable as he turned to face you. ”I... I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice strained with emotion.

Your heart plummeted as you watched him fidget, every step feeling like a weight bearing down on your chest. ”What is it?” you asked, your voice trembling with apprehension.

Lando hesitated, his eyes darting away from yours as if unable to meet your gaze. ”I... I don't know how to say this,” he began, his voice faltering.

Just then, your cousin appeared at his side, her expression a mix of guilt and defiance. ”Y/N, we need to talk,” she said, her voice tinged with remorse.

They exchanged another glance and something in your mind stopped working.

Your breath caught in your throat as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, the truth hitting you like a sledgehammer to the chest. ”No...” you whispered, the word barely a breath as tears welled in your eyes.

Lando reached out to you as you took a step away from them, his voice a desperate plea. ”Please, let me explain,” he begged, his eyes brimming with regret.

But you pulled away, the sting of deceit too raw and painful to bear. ”Not you too,” you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion. ”How could you do this to me?”

There were no answers, no explanations that could erase the pain of their breach of trust. They both just watched as you started crying softly. Apparently everyone in your family knew too.

As tears welled in your eyes, Lando's pleading voice cut through the air. ”Y/N, please, just give me a chance to explain.” His hand reached out towards you, but you recoiled, his touch now feeling like a betrayal.

”Explain what?” you retorted, your voice laced with disbelief. ”That you cheated on me with my cousin?”

Lando's eyes widened in panic but instead your cousin's voice broke through the tension, filled with regret. ”Y/N, I'm so sorry. It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened.”

Anger surged within you at her words. ”Sleeping with my fucking boyfriend was a mistake?” you shot back, incredulous at the audacity of her apology.

Lando stepped forward, his expression a mix of remorse and longing. ”I never meant to cause you any pain, Y/N. Please believe me,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion.

Your trust had shattered along with your heart. 

His voice quivered as he spoke again, desperation lacing his words. ”I love you, Y/N. I made a stupid mistake, but it doesn't change how I feel about you.”

But love now felt like a distant memory, tarnished by their adultery.

”If this is love, I want no part of it,” you declared, your voice filled with anguish. Knowing deep down that you meant it.

Your cousin reached out to you, her eyes brimming with tears. ”Y/N, please, you have to understand...” But understanding felt beyond your reach, lost in a sea of pain and betrayal.

”Understand what?” you cried out, your voice breaking with emotion. ”That my own sister betrayed me with my… my boyfriend?”

Lando's plea echoed in the air, his voice thick with desperation. ”I'll do anything to make it up to you, Y/N. Just give me a chance.”

But the chance had already been squandered, lost in the wreckage of their infidelity.

”You had your chance, Lando, and you blew it.” You wish you could be angry and put them to their places but your chest was hurting so much that it was almost dizzy.

You felt sick and on the verge of passing out.

”I'll do anything to make things right, Y/N. Just tell me what to do.” But there was nothing they could do to undo the damage that had been done, no words or actions that could mend the broken pieces of your heart.

They have insulted you in front of your whole family.

”There's nothing you can do to fix this, Lando. You've ruined everything,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned away, the weight of their betrayal too heavy to bear.

As you walked away, their voices faded into the background, drowned out by the deafening roar of your own heartbreak. And as you stumbled out into the night, the stars above offering no solace, you vowed never to let anyone break you again.

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【 death scares 】

prompt #6: Oh, Great Seven, he thought they were going to die. Please don’t ever scare him like that again (ft. sebek zigvolt, jade leech, leona kingscholar)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 1.6k

a/n: hello, i finished my research proposal so i have time before my next deadline to post this >:DD it's angsty asf, but i made sure that it was hurt/comfort so dw i gotchu guys ^^

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek wasn't someone who usually got scared. He knew better than to succumb to such feelings that all but interfered with one's ability to act. It was one of the things he learned when he was training to be one of the Young Master's guards.

But when he saw you dangling from a broom midair, Sebek felt all the hairs on his arms raise. You were barely holding on, and he could see everyone shouting in alarm from where you were.

If you fell, then you would...

Sebek gritted his teeth, "Give me one of your brooms, humans!" His voice boomed over all the commotion, turning heads.

The person nearest to him stuttered, "But brooms are only meant to hold one perso—"

"Does that matter?" Sebek grabbed the broom out of the other's hands. "If you don't do anything, that human is going to fall!"

He hopped onto the broom, flying to where you were before shouting, "Human! You need to let go and get on my broom!"

"I can't!" You cried, your arms shaking with effort. "You'll get hurt, Sebek!"

"Human, I am ten times more durable than you," Sebek said as calmly as he could, bringing his broom closer to yours. "If I fell from this height and got hurt, it'd be an insult to the Young Master!"

"Sebek!"

"What is it?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"I can't," Sebek watched as your fingers started to slip. "But I'll promise we won't fall."

It was at that moment when you fell. He felt his broom shift under your weight, and he strained to reinforce it with magic.

But you were here.

You were safe, and that was all that mattered to Sebek. He could feel the pounding of your heart against his back where you clutched onto his uniform.

"What were you thinking?" Sebek ranted, his anger finally surfacing as they made their way to the ground. "Human, I'll have you know that you could've died or been seriously injured!"

"Not only that," Sebek turned to face you. "The fact that— You're...crying...?"

You held on to one of his sleeves, the tears dripping onto the grass below, "I'm s-sorry, Sebek, I didn't mean to...to do that, it just—"

Sebek sighed, resting a hand on your shoulder, "It is alright. You are safe now, human, I was just—" Worried...? Worried? The Sebek Zigvolt, worried about a mere human? But really, who was he kidding? You weren't just a mere human to Sebek, were you?

"I didn't want to see you hurt, is all," He finished lamely. And he could see your eyes sparkling— this time not with unshed tears. Great Sevens, what kind of feeling was currently strangling his heart? Was it...fondness?

Sebek felt his ears warm, quickly brushing off the blooming feelings in his heart, "I-It would be best to get your hands checked out, I shall take you to the nurse!"

You smiled at that. A small smile, but to Sebek it meant the world. He continued on, rambling about broom safety as he led you to the infirmary. If it meant that you were smiling and not crying anymore, then Sebek would more than gladly fill up the silence with his voice.

Jade Leech

Of all the things to happen today, he didn't think watching you put yourself in mortal peril was going to be one of them. Jade swallowed, trying to clear the stuffy feeling that seemed to sufuse his whole body.

He was waiting for you outside of the infirmary, the initial shock after the accident having finally subsided. Still, he couldn't get the picture of your body lying prone on the ground out of his mind.

"It was due to incorrect ratios," The nurse had said. "The alchemy potion had turned into a potent airborne poison. And if you had arrived any later..."

Jade didn't want to think about that part.

But soon enough, the nurse called him in. As he walked up to your bed, he couldn't bring himself to speak first. You weren't watching him, clearly focused on trying to open your water bottle.

"Let me," Jade's voice escaped him, and he saw your eyes widen when you saw him. He opened the bottle, handing it back to you without another word.

"Thank you."

Jade didn't know what else to say, his eyes following you as you drank. His mind brought back the image of you being unnaturally still. It was morbid. The thought made him sick, yet he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Jade-senpai," You met his gaze and he felt his throat constrict. "Are you...mad at me?"

Jade felt his lips twitch, "Why, pray tell, would I be mad?"

"I...I'm sorry, I wasn't being careful enough," You bit your lip, and he couldn't bear to be upset with you any longer. He sighed, taking a seat beside you.

He very slowly slipped off his glove, talking all the while, "Next time you find yourself having to do an alchemy assignment alone, do invite me."

"But you're busy," There was clear hesitation in your voice, even as his hand tentatively held yours.

"Kind to a fault," Jade said shakily, feeling unsteady now that he could feel the warmth of your skin against his own. "There's no need for that. Your safety is more important, and I would gladly spend time with you. At least next time take one of your friends with you just...just in case." Jade pressed his lips together. He didn't mean to nag. He didn't mean to talk much at all, but the sight of you pried all his feelings out him so effortlessly. He really couldn't win against you.

And like you knew exactly what he wanted to hear, you smiled, "I'm okay now. See?" Your palm cupped over his, bringing his fingers to rest against your neck. And sure enough, he could feel your pulse thrumming under his fingers.

Jade closed his eyes before opening them again, "Right. Now then, I will be overseeing your recovery from now on." He clapped, his magic swirling through the air to tug your blankets into a more acceptable state.

"Wait, what–"

"I'll contact your friends to let you rest for now."

"No, senpai, wait–"

"Surely you aren't objecting to rest, Prefect?" Jade smiled as politely as he could and he watched as you shuddered. "After all you almost di–"

"I'll be in your care then," You huffed, before patting his arm. "Just make sure you don't over do it."

"I won't. I'll be taking very good care of you."

Leona Kingscholar

"The Prefect got into an accident."

Leona couldn't understand how those words filled him with such dread. He couldn't even wait for Ruggie to finish, he was already rushing to the infirmary.

What did Ruggie mean by you got into an accident? What kind of accident was it? Were you okay? Sevens forbid that you were...

Leona gritted his teeth as he arrived. Irrational anger and worry wasn't like him. He took a deep breath, schooling his emotions before knocking on the door.

"Kingscholar," The nurse acknowledged. "To what do I–"

"The Prefect."

"...Right," They nodded before leading him toward where you were. The curtains were drawn and he couldn't...see you. "Don't do anything too rash."

Leona nodded, drawing back the curtain. His stomach dropped at the sight of you, your head wrapped up in bandages, and plasters covering your arms and legs.

You were awake, and you blinked as he stood there, "Leona-senpai..."

Leona heaved out a harsh breath, sitting at the edge of the bed. He didn't know what to do. Not when that ugly mix of anger and worry was bubbling at the base of his throat. Instead all he did was stare, as if any second an ugly red would mar the bandage on your head.

"I, uhm," You spoke first, your head turned downward. "It wasn't anyone's fault. We...had some rain at Ramshackle, and it leaked inside... The staircase, it... Ramshackle's old, so..."

"You're telling me the staircase fell in on you?" There was a surprised look on your face as he spoke. Even he couldn't understand the flatness of his voice.

"I...yeah," You clenched your fists. "Grim's okay, he was at the foyer when it happened, but..."

"So you almost died," At your nod, Leona felt the anger morph straight into fear. Died? The herbivore? You almost died?

He scowled at the thought as he pried your hands from the sheets, "Stop that. You're gonna make your injuries worse." His eyes met yours, and he could see the fear there too— in the way you trembled despite the day being warm.

"Herbivore..." He muttered before moving closer to you. He was mindful of your bandages as he held you, trying to ease your shaking.

"I was scared," You murmured into his shoulder. "I thought that it was the end, and—"

"You're here now," Leona soothed, and he wasn't sure who he was trying to comfort. "You'll be alright, herbivore." You pulled away with a weak smile and it took all of Leona's self control not to pull you back to him.

He sighed, hanging his head, "You...you drive me crazy. Really, do I have to cast protective spells on you to keep you safe?"

Your hand settled over his, "I won't object if you do. It might come in handy sometime."

"That's not the point. And you should sleep," Leona gently pushed you against the pillows. "How are you gonna get better enough to ask Crowley for more budget if you don't rest?"

"And..." Your voice was quiet; inquisitive. "You'll stay?"

"I wasn't planning on leaving," Leona braced his head against his arm. "Now sleep." That seemed to appease you, and soon enough, he could hear the steady sound of your breathing fill the room. And in the quiet of the room, Leona vowed never to let you fall into danger again. Not if he could do something about it.

ty for reading the hurt/comfort !! i hope that it uh, appeased your angst chasing for now, and if you'd like to read more of my stuff, check out my masterlist <3

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[yanderenightmare]

idk if you write for naoya but i have an idea...maybe darling is like maki but actually weak and naoya bullies and takes advantage of them?

love your work btw!! <3

JJK ! IMAGINE

Zenin Naoya x maid ! darling

TW: yandere, mentions of abuse, bullying

Proposal Gift

Sharp hazel eyes follow you in your innocence, narrowing while he judges – concluding once again, as he’d done before, that there really isn’t a single cursed bone in you – only a humble body of warm squeezable flesh and a heart he bets is all too easy to break.

You’ve always been like that. Quick to smile and quick to cry. A bundle of emotions unfit to be raised in such a ruthless clan.

He’s a few years older than you and remembers well what a weak constitution you’ve always had. Anyone could see it, and everyone knew it from the moment you were born – you were never going to amount to much.

He used to find your weakness quite disgusting – used to push your face into the gravel until snot and tears would wet the dirt in a pitiful puddle – with his foot pressed down between your shoulder blades – sometimes until hearing a pop and shriek loud enough to echo off the walls. With words cutting even deeper – telling you what a curse you were, born so weak and so useless – a stain on the great Zenin name.

But now that you’ve grown up, he bites his tongue – silently watching with a strange type of lusty entitlement forming in his gut…

He’s only been away on a mission for a handful of months – who’d have known he’d come back to see you grown into something so… precious.

You’re the prettiest out of the maids – the cutest one too, and undoubtedly the sweetest as well. Walking about the garden where you have most of your chores – watering plants in the sun and picking herbs for healing. You’re quiet and graceful, taking slow steps in your plank shoes that knock softly on the tiles where you peacefully wade through the maze in a pretty flower-patterned yukata.

You look nothing like the snot-nosed brat he’d left in the dirt. You have a swell of breasts now and a feminine face wiped clean of soot – painted with pretty red on your lips and fresh blue on your eyes.

You’re a lady now.

And while your weakness used to disgust him, he’s now realizing what a blessing it is instead. Smirking the more he glares at you – now sitting on a bench in the shade doing some hand stitching, knowing no ill will – he understands he’s quite lucky you turned out such a fragile little thing.

“Naoya-sama-” You spluttered, eyes widening into big round glass orbs.

Jumping to your feet, you nearly threw your needlework down on the bench before folding your fingers together and bowing – much lower than necessary – with a rush that could only be excused with fear.

You hadn’t known he was back yet and felt the surprise like a vice grip wrapped tight around your throat.

Swallowing thickly, you made your excuse while maintaining your bow, praying he’d show you mercy. “Pardon my lack of awareness- I was absorbed in my chores, you see- please forgive me-”

He folded his hands within his pants and raised his chin with a smirk at your spluttering, licking his teeth in enjoyment at your pretty display of courtesy. Eyeing you for a long moment before speaking, mainly to watch you begin to tremble in the wait – cutely dreading the bite of his punishment.

But punishing you wasn't what he was interested in at the moment.

“You’re not in maid robes.” He said instead, ignoring your previous stuttering. His face, jaded with a tone just as callous, aided by that weighty air of authority he always has surrounding him – the one that never fails to make your skin feel raw in the cold.

“Oh-” You fumbled, halting at his lack of anger – wary of the unexpected behavior as it was pretty odd for him not to jump at the opportunity to punish someone like you if and when the chance presented itself.

Though, it wasn’t yet decided he wouldn’t do just that – the way his steely and strangling presence nearly knocked you over with its vicious intensity alone – staring you down sharply with that otherwise smooth hazel.

In return, you had your doe-eyes yielding and down-cast, eying your fabrics with a bite to your lip – trying to keep your voice from shivering while uttering the next line, heat in your cheeks while at it. “These are- uhm- proposal gifts I’ve been asked to wear.”

He snorted at that, and you flinched at the abrasive sound – eyes shifty while eyeing the ground, lowering your head some more, looking down at the paint on your toenails instead.

“From whom?” He asked a beat later.

Your brows pinched at his curiosity and how awfully unlike him it was. Naoya-sama had never struck you as the type to make trivial conversation, especially with the likes of you. 

“I’m- uhm- not exactly sure…” You confessed, twiddling your fingers. “You see, Father doesn’t want to confuse me- after all… it’ll be his decision in the end, anyway.” 

You kept your head bowed while explaining, feeling awkward before him. Trying to think of a time when he’d paid any type of regard to you or your life – remembering none.

“B- but my marital status must be of no interest to you, Naoya-sama.” You blurted then, finding it to be a rather strange matter to discuss with him of all people.

But all the man responded with was a slight hum, keeping his gaze on you and the way you timidly glanced up at him only to look away when seeing him stare back. 

Ears burning, you chewed and sucked your lip under his glare, thinking of how badly you’d witness him beating other maids – having needed to treat many a cut and gash and bruise and broken bone he’d left on bodies much smaller than himself – not to mention the ones on your own frail self he’d given you in your youth. 

“Please excuse my arrogance-” Your memory prompted you to gush. “Doing anything but welcome you home from your mission is rude of me- I heard you lead our clan into many victories- you must be very proud.”

You decided to try you r luck charming him instead, hoping it could sway him from the urge to hurt you.

“Or maybe it doesn’t come as a surprise anymore. You’ve always been rather strong, after all.” You continued but choked on it only a second later – spurring with yet another apology on your lips. “That was thoughtless of me to say- you should feel proud either way- please forgive me for my stupid words, Naoya-sama- I fear the heat has gone to my head and made a complete airhead out of me…”

But despite the obvious hints of regret and panic in your draining face, the man gave no indication of even having heard what you’d said until offering your ramble another rather unusually relaxed response.

“It’s true.” He agreed – much to your surprise, where you’d braced your face for a backhand and your stomach for a gut punch. “It’s become boring.” 

You dared glance up at him through the lashes of your bow – only to see his face still as expressionless as always – a type of stone-cold that made the hairs at your nape rise.

“Still… you must be tired from the trip, if not the mission” You softly started in spite of it – hoping to end the conversation soon. “You shouldn’t stay out here in the sun for too long…” You tried, praying he couldn’t see straight through your intentions. “And- uhm- I should really hurry along- help prep supper for you and your soldiers with the other maids.” You excused, once again bowing your head, waiting for his nod of dismissal – ever relieved when he gave it.

You swallowed your tremors, feeling lightheaded and dizzy while offering up whatever type of smile you could muster.

“It was good seeing you, Naoya-sama.” You lied. “Welcome home.”

You bowed yet again, dismissing yourself before turning and leaving him.

He kept his eyes fixed on you despite it. Observing the distressed spring in your step and how it disturbed the former peace you walked the gardens with earlier. 

A smile inched up his face watching it.

You look very nice in his proposal gift.

He looks forward to having you in his bed.

tip-jar: Kofi

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[cranberryjuice-posts]

Can you do immortal daughter of hecate (deadpool type immortal) x clarisse where they are out of camp and get attacked and clarisse see us get attacked and thinks we're dead and just goes on a rampage killing the monster but then reader is just casually lounging on the floor breaking the silence once clarisse calms down and starts to cry she. Would say something like

"Damn didn't know you could be so hot fighting" or something else

- back from the dead -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Child of Hekate! Reader

An - this sucks so bad I’m so sorry 😭😭

“The water is Fine! Stop being a wimp and jump in” You laughed swiming around. About an hours walk away from camp after sneaking out one night you had found an old hidden moon pool most likely an old witch ceremony place. Taking the context from old runes carved on the walls with ruined alters spread about. Directly in the middle of the mountain it was hard to notice unless someone fell in… which you did.

Swimming on your back silena shouted from beside you. “Common lise! We’re waiting on you”

“Give me a Minute damn!” she shouted from the top while tying her hair back. Clarisse grumbled something incoherent before running over the edge jumping.

Landing in water near the group you laugh as her splash hit you. You swam over to the surfacing girl. “You good” chuckling while moving a curl from her face.

You heard silena whisper something to Charlie and Chris making them both chuckle. Shooting her a small glare you rolled your eyes.

“This is stupid” Clarisse commented while placing her hands on your hips to support your body in the water. You always had a confusing relationship with clarisse, we’re You Friends, Friends with benefits, talking? A situationship? Honestly you didn’t know and it kinda pissed you off.

“Shut up it is not, this is fun” you teased wrapping your arms around her neck. “Besides no annoying lil kids to fuck up the mood”

Breaking the tension Chris coughed “Cringe”

Clarisse only gave him a dirty look making you laugh. He just swam over to his date which was a daughter of Demeter. Rolling your eyes you faced clarisse once again.

“Must be nice” clarisse shrugged gaining your attention once more. Tilting your head you hummed in response. “I mean having a relationship, you know the whole girlfriend I love you bullshit”

Raising an eye brow you scoffed. “What happened to the ‘i don’t do relationships’ girl from just a few weeks ago”

She just shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say I’m a changed woman”

“Uh huh” you pursed your lips unamused. Pushing her off of you, you swam deeper into the pool, smiling as you heard clarisse grumbled under her breath.

——

You sat on the edge of the pool, tossing your dagger in hand you smiled while talking with silena.

“So your not dating clarisse? I could of been fooled” she chuckled. Looking across the way you watched as clarisse had the Demeter girl on her shoulders while Chris sat on Charlie’s, both teams playing chicken.

“As if were nothing more than friends shes made that clear” mumbling the last half of your sentence, turning your gaze up you watched as the sky moved- wondering what your mom was doing. Lost in thought you hadn’t noticed when clarisse snuck up on you.

Her body still in the water clarisse placed her arms over your thighs, slightly laying on your bottom half she grinned up at you. “You see that? I totally beat Chris’s ass”

“I’m sure you did” you chuckled looking down at her with a subtle smile. You felt an odd sense of anger and happiness when you were around Clarisse, like you wanted to strangle her but also kiss her. You just couldn’t make up your mind.

“Hey YN! You sure where’s no monsters here right?!” Chris yelled across the way.

Looking over at him slightly offended you yelled back. “Yes I’m sure! I searched this place in and out there’s no monsters!” You rolled your eyes mocking the boy with your hands making clarisse laugh.

—

Sitting around a small fire that Charlie had made you all looked up from the top of the cliff and watched the stars while talking.

You laid close to clarisse, her arm wrapped around you while you traced soft shaped onto her leg. “That’s stupid” Clarisse bluntly spoke not enjoying Chris’s scary story.

“Your just mad you didn’t think of it yourself” he Bit back trying to look attractive for his date.

“I don’t think you can think” her joke making the group laugh.

A loud sound came from down the hall. A dreadful silence fell over the group. It was like you knew what was down there but none wanted to look.

“I’ll go see what it is” clarisse stood up grabbing her spear, You however stopped her. “Wait here with the group.. please, I’ll go see what it is”

“And what if it’s a monster”

“I’ll be fine larue I’m not a child” you chuckled walking down the hall. Clarisses eyes followed your body mainly admiring it in the bikini. “She’s going to get killed I swear” the stronger girl sat back down while muttering under her breath.

Silena rolled her eyes whistling to gain clarisses attention. “So when are you asking her out”

She just gave the girl a dirty look. “Never, we’re just friends”

“Friends don’t cuddle clarisse” she teased laughing as clarisse got ready to insult her, before she could speak however you came running down the hall.

“Everybody go!” You shouted, as they stood up you were tackled to the ground a hellhound pinning you to the ground before ripping you insides out, the formerly blue water now turning red

Clarisses scream was louder than anyone could of imagined. Even the hound stepped back in fear. Running at it with tears in her eyes she stabbed it with her spear. Throwing the hound against the wall clarisse continued to beat the dog.

In her fit of Rage the rest of the group stood silent not wanting to believe the scene of their friend bleeding out. Once the dog was dead clarisse panted with anger, her eyes filled to the brim with tears while watching it turn to dust. Turning around harshly she marched towards your lying form.

Dropping down beside you she picked you up, laying you in her lap. “You stupid stupid Hekate Girl, Why the hell didn’t you just let me go” she softly cried. Holding you close she muttered an ‘i love You’ against your skin.

“Love you to clarisse”

She pulled her head back in shock to see you teasingly smiling at her. Silena ran up to you the rest of the kids following suit, dropping down beside you she touched your stomach to see not even a scar— it was completely healed.

You could tell clarisse was confused, it was cute. “A spell, learned it a while back. It keeps monsters from killing me, with exceptions but I wont get into that” clarisse pushed you out of her arms

“Why the hell djd you tell me before!” She shouted with tears still falling.

“Didn’t think it was important” you laughed leaning into her you gave her a soft kiss you smiled. “Now about that I Love you”

She got up walking away embarrassed ignoring your playful shouting after her.

YN - you love me don’t lie

Clarisse - no I don’t

YN - I just said don’t lie

———

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[aajjks]

The Conqueror (XX)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader.

warnings. yändërê bëhäv*öür, töxīc!jk, öbsëssïön, mänhändlïng, mëntïöns öf cryïng, mürdêr, mïnd gämës, ässh*lë jungkook. D-RK THËMËS ÂHÊÂD.

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Jungkook hides his face into your neck and clutches your body tightly, not giving you any time to think about what’s happening, all you can hear and feel is his panicked breath and his tight hold on your body.

You’re freaking out as your brain slowly starts to process what’s happening, his body feels too hot so close to yours, he’s burning.

“W-What’s wrong, what a-are you doing here?” You try to move away from him but the large man doesn’t let you, you tilt your head back to look at him, and you can’t help but gasp.

He’s crying.

A monster like him is crying.

“Y-YN!” He cries out your name, looking at you with his red tear filled eyes, you cannot understand how can someone so cruel like him look so vulnerable like this, the expression on his face almost pulls at your heartstrings.

“I-I need you!” Jungkook can barely manage to speak coherent words, his voice is thick with emotion, you don’t want to look at him. He disgusts you.

But his eyes are begging you, you find it hard to keep your composure from becoming weak, you try to get his hands away from you, but he only pulls you closer to him.

“Let me go.” You demand, “I can’t help you.” You turn your gaze away from him, fate is too cruel, how can you even feel bad for the man who’s responsible for your ruin, for your family’s death?

You should be happy to see him like this, because the only thing he deserves is pain.

But yet, a small part of you is urging you to listen to him,

“NO! You need t-to comfort me YN!” You turn again to glare at him as the small glimmer of sympathy dies down within you, his tone is demanding and he’s looking at you like you’re some heartless monster.

The audacity of him.

How can he even demand your care, your comfort when he doesn’t deserve it, you want to strangle him, you wish you could but you’re not too brave.

You can’t kill him, even if you want to. Because you’re not like him, you’re not a killer. “No, get away from me, your majesty.” You whisper, trying your best to conceal your anger.

His gaze turns angry soon at that, oh oh looks like you’ve pissed him off. Good for you.

He deserves it.

“What d-did you say? HUH?” Jungkook glares daggers into your face, he gets up and pins you to your bed, putting your hands above your head, you immediately start struggling against him, he doesn’t deserve anything! Jungkook pushes his knee between your struggling legs and growls.

“Get away from you huh? NEVER!” He knows you’re not strong enough to stand up for yourself against him, “fucking heartless bitch!”

You hate him so much.

He’s crazy, selfish and incredibly self entitled. How could he expect you to ever love him or accept him as your future husband.

“LET ME GO YOU PSYCHO!” You spit at him, “I fucking hate you so much, you ruined my life!” You hate how he treats you, you’re not an object that he can play with however he wants to.

He needs a reality check.

“You hate me because of HIM! Don’t you? That fucking bastard better be burning in hell!” You bite the inside of your cheek, “I HATE YOU BECAUSE OF YOU!”

Jungkook starts to laugh, your heartbeat is rapid, your throat feels so scarify and dry, and this maniac on top of you is busy laughing.

“O-Oh wow…” he breathes, you can see his teeth clearly, his mouth is so wide with the way he’s laughing, you start to feel concerned.

Jungkooks laughter is uncontrollable, and he’s trapped you. You wish that he would let you go, forget about you, but when you look at him? You know well he’s never going to leave you.

Only if you die, but he wouldn’t leave you even in death.

There is no escaping him.

“I wonder how much you’ll hate your precious father if I told you the truth about him, eh baby?” He taunts you, the tears in his eyes are still there, glossing over his eyes but he’s smirking at you.

His words surprise you, is this one of his mind games? What does he mean by that? “W-What do you mean?!” You feel hot tears gather, he’s so cruel, “answer m-me!” Your voice breaks pathetically.

You know he’s enjoying this, Jungkook frees on his hands to touch your cheek, caressing the skin tenderly, he swipes his thumb across the liquid that falls from your eyes, not responding to you.

Asshole!

“Not now baby. Maybe another day, or..” he looks at you intensely, inhaling a deep breath, he’s got you holding your breath, you feel so sick.

“I’ll tell you about it on our wedding night. yes. So I hope you’re looking forward to us getting married, because I am.” He presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Now I’ve got to leave.”

A tear escapes your eye as he climbs off you, relief doesn’t come. All you feel is pain as you hear the king’s footsteps become distant.

Attending the royal court was the most boring part of Jungkooks life, all he wanted to do was spend time with you, talk to you, and lay in your embrace.

But he knew today was really important, so he decided to attend, it was exciting. Even if he was exhausted.

Jungkook walked in with authority as the court’s doors opened, he cringed as the voice of the head guard graced his ears,

He was being too loud and Jungkook was sleep deprived.

But everyone needed to know that their King was here.

“Stand attentive, 주상 전하 [Jusang jeonha] of Jeon Dynasty is entering the 왕실 [wangsil]”

Jungkook walked into the huge hallway, looking around to notice all the governors and political figures standing up, bowing their heads to him.

He smirked.

“I am here to announce a very important matter, but before I go ahead. I do not want anyone’s opinions or opposition.” He sits down on his throne, and makes sure to assert his authority.

The voices of the people agreeing echo and he nods, “I intend on marrying.”

The gasps of surprise don’t bother Jungkook in the slightest, “Yes. And my bride is going to be chief consort L/N Y/N.”

Governor Lim stands up abruptly and Jungkook is quick to notice that, he clenched his fist as he watches the old man’s expressions.

He is in the mood to kill someone today. Maybe it’ll be governor Lim.

“Yes, Governor Lim?”

“Pyeha!” (폐하) the old man bows his head down, “L/N isn’t of Nobel blood, I would like to apologise for my words but you as a king can’t possibly marry a- “YES I CAN GOVERNOR, are you just mad that it’s not Lim Moon I wish to marry?”

Jungkook traces his finger on the thrones patterns, “sit down, old man. Or… I’ll make sure you and your whore of a daughter lose your head if you object to my marriage.”

He gives the cowering man a cruel smile, “like I said, no objections.”

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[mettywiththenotes]

No cause I could talk forever about Tomura and Izuku's dynamic with each other...

Them first meeting at USJ. Izuku wondering wtf is up with this guy, and regarding Kurogiri as more dangerous at the time. Tomura wondering wth was up with this kid, but also noting how fast he was, how he said Smash like All Might did

Tomura's obsession over Izuku being someone who lost a fight in order to save his opponent's heart. Printing a photo of Izuku out, staring at it, trying to figure out why he pisses him off so much (it's because Izuku is not like the other heroes). The Mall Scene being Tomura holding Izuku hostage just to vent about Stain, meeting by chance being "fate or destiny". Izuku actually being honest instead of saying something else that maybe could have freed him (the guts on this kid I swear)

Izuku remembering what Tomura said about "smiling wide as if to say there's no one he can't save", remembering it because Kouta started hating society, and in the next scene relating Kouta's anger to his own struggles with quirklessness, effectively tying all 3 of them together with the connection being the struggle with rejection and pain society gave them

The Mall Scene being the very first instance where Tomura was triggered by memories of his past, something that was so blurry to him until that point, and then the memories fully coming back in MVA. Tomura thinking almost the exact same thing Izuku thought when he was a kid ("What I really wanted/needed you to say was...") which draws them together again

The back and forth between the both of them in the war arc. "I'll send you to heaven!" and why tf did he say heaven instead of hell. The LOOK shown between each of them when AFO possessed Tomura. And of course "I'll never forgive you!" "And I won't forgive anyone."

Izuku going to the void and seeing Tomura being choked and strangled and struggling to move and then seeing Tenko crying in his garden and the LOOK he gave Tomura when he saw that. The way Tomura said it's his body, it's his dream, to AFO but looked directly at Izuku when he said it. Izuku "raging for the sake of others", the concerned expression on his face and then leaping to push back against AFO's will, leaping towards Tomura to do SOMETHING

Afterwards, when Izuku watched Tomura fall and thought "Please don't get back up", not just because of the amount of destruction Tomura could cause now that Izuku couldn't move anymore, but maybe also because he saw that Tomura was hurting and in pain and he saw Tenko crying and maybe he wished not to cause him anymore harm if he could help it

Izuku trying to catch up to the Noumus and TomurAFO, yelling at AFO to shut up, falling from the Noumus and holding his hand out as if to reach for Tomura but failing to do so. The panel looking as if Tomura was also holding his hand out to reach for Izuku, though it's probably not what was meant

"You looked like someone who needed saving" tying back to Bakugou's sludge incident, to Izuku running in to save someone who bullied him, to Izuku who is the same person who would lose a fight just to save his opponent's heart, to Izuku who has always been like this, and the text itself being shown over a panel of utter destruction in the city and the area, yet Izuku refuses to let Tomura just drown in pain

Tomura crying out for help deep down from the beginning of the story and then saying he doesn't care anymore, that the heroes can't understand anyway, and basically resolving to just destroy everything for real. Ironically, Izuku at the end of this arc realizing that Tomura needs help, listening to him and resolving to save him as TomurAFO flies away

Izuku putting his foot down in the void and telling the vestiges he wants to save that crying child. He wants to save him, even if the future is uncertain, even if it comes down to it and he has to kill Tomura (and he doesn't know what he'll do if that time comes), he still wants to TRY. Gran Torino gifting his cape because it will remind him that "killing is a way of saving too" and Izuku giving him that look like he doesn't want to say anything to refute the gesture of being given a gift from his mentor's mentor, especially on what could have been his death bed, but also like he doesn't like the idea of killing to save when it hasn't gotten to a point of no return yet

Izuku being no thoughts head empty about Tomura the entire Rogue Arc. Once again thinking about Kouta with Tomura because of the way that Kouta, who was so angry and the world and society, was able to come back from that and be saved. How Izuku previously unintentionally tied all 3 of them together, and how now he implies that if Kouta can be saved, so could Tomura

When Izuku fought Lady Nagant and admitted that, yeah, maybe he was ignorant before but now he knows that it's all a lot more complicated, that the world isn't as black and white as society made them think, it's actually more grey and "a blend of anxiety and anger", and that's why he has to reach out and help people even more, and how he was thinking about Tomura in the war arc crying out for someone to hear him

Tomura's head being so scrambled during the S&S battle because of AFO's possession to the point that he's not even sure who he is. But all the same, S&S tells them "someone with a will of heroism will take you down" and Tomura immediately thinks of Izuku. Despite how he told everyone he didn't care if they understood anymore, it's not the truth. He still wants to be saved, he still wants someone to care and help, and the first person he thinks of in relation to that is Izuku

Tomura's eyes lighting up in the final war arc UA battle when Izuku finally appears. Tenko trying to reach out and run away from AFO and being pulled back. Izuku asking first and foremost if Tomura is still in there, and then the confirmation that he is

Izuku punching a hole through Tomura's body, this being the thing that allows Tomura to shed his skin and regain control of his body. Tomura just kind of smiling at him and saying "What would you want to do if I told you I'm here? Sit down for a chat at the mall? Not happening, hero. After all, I AM your villain.", the recognition of the mention of the mall being confirmation that this is Tomura's personality and therefore he isn't gone

Izuku pushing him off floating UA so he doesn't decay it and everyone else on there, Tomura saying the only thing that will save him is destroying everything that has to do with that house, "That will be my only salvation, hero" (Izuku remembering this later on) and Izuku responding "I can't let you do that but I won't pretend I didn't see you crying"

The constant single pages every other chapter or so of these two fighting. Tomura watching Izuku's reaction to All Might's "death" instead of watching himself. That little moment of "You know Bakugou won't make it in time, right? It's all over" as they both watch Bakugou fly through the air, then the shock when he saves him

Making it to Mount Fuji. Tomura so desperate to make it clear that he's the villain, he's the one who is too far gone, to leave him alone because he doesn't need saving it's too late for that, and Izuku putting his foot down AGAIN and telling Tomura unabashedly "You are human."

Izuku using Black Whip inside his body to move because he can't anymore and Tomura saying "Looking at you, I'd never guess you were a hero", a parallel to when someone said that about Izuku in the Rogue arc

Tomura thinking about how any normal person would have prioritized their life over someone else's, how Izuku isn't normal, like he's entirely different from every other hero in Tomura's view who just wants to take him down and ignore his cries. This being the thing that attracted him to Izuku because Izuku is the kind of person who will take others even his opponent into consideration, and scratching at his neck after ages of not doing so. The battle is stressing him out and Izuku is hitting him where it hurts, this being evidenced again when Tomura proceeds to frown throughout the next scene because, again, Izuku is doing everything in his power to get an advantage just to help him

Tomura decaying Gran Torino's cape, as worn as it was, and this showing that the "killing to save" ideology simply doesn't apply anymore, not with how determined Izuku is to save him now more than ever

And now they are watching each other's memories... how they view the other from each other's pov's... delving into backstories and trauma...

Literally they have so much going on, so much symbolism and meaning in their interactions and how they see each other, and they've only interacted canonically 3 times throughout the story. That's not even to mention the stuff outside the story

Like volume 25's obi sketch and both of them being on the front cover AND back cover. The 306 double spread with AFO in Izuku's TV and All Might in Tomura's and Tomura looking at Izuku. The volume cover 15 25 35 pattern with Izuku on volume 15, Tomura on volume 25 and then both of them being on volume 35 (the implication that not only did Hori like the wsj version of that cover so much that he put it on this one, but also that there was no appearance of Izuku or Tomura in this vol35, suggesting that the only reason they are on the cover in the first place specifically is because it completes the pattern). Both of them appearing on volume covers at least 4 times that I can remembers (volume 3, volume 23, volume 10 and volume 35). And then there's the official art and sketches, like the jump festa sketches and that one sketch where Tomura and Izuku cosplay horror characters and show up to 1a filming studio ghibli my neighbor totoro, more like gatecrash with the way Bakugou yells to cut the scene

What the fuck. What the FUCK. I can't handle them *collapses*

#i could go on and on #i've probably missed some things #of course i would have missed some things #there's literally so much to them i'd need a notebook just to log it all #they are one of the most important dynamics in the entire series im so serious #bnha #shigaraki and midoriya #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #tomura shigaraki #izuku midoriya #mettys posts #metty posts #shigaraki and midoriya analysis

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Eye for an Eye Pt.3

MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!

SYNOPSIS: Your body yearned for the touch of your girlfriend, the warm embrace that calmed your mind but you couldn't give in, the anger you harboured for her at disappearing with her group for three months without any warning, explanation or even a mention of when she would be back stopped you in your tracks any time you got close to giving in. You loved Abby so much but looking at her made you sick, you couldn't push the feelings down no matter how much you craved for things to go back to what they once were. You hadn't planned this but the anguish in those green eyes mirrored yours and sucked you in before you could think twice about the repercussions of your actions. You made your bed when you made the deal with the auburn-haired stranger, eventually you'd have to lie in it.

I want to quickly stress that this is a darker fic and there will be a lot of darker, possibly triggering themes throughout so take that as a warning because shit is only gonna hit the fan more from here ! so exciting yay 😄

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You knew it was bad, you knew the second you walked back into Abby’s room after grabbing breakfast for you both and Manny was sat next to Abby on the bed with his hand on her back as she sobbed, you knew it was bad. The door slamming behind you alerted them to your presence and suddenly two sets of glassy eyes were on you, tracking your every slightest movement. You need to move, you need to ask what’s going on, you need to act like you don’t already know but you just can’t move. Your feet are glued to their spots and the food was no longer in your hands, instead it was lying on the floor where you had dropped it in shock at the scene in front of you. You weren’t shocked as to why they were there, you were just shocked to see Manny and you were so jumpy at the moment. Your nails dug crescent-shaped indents into your palms as your teeth dug into your bottom lip to keep your jaw from hanging. Act natural, act fucking natural, playing over and over in your head. Look concerned, just look confused and concerned.  

“W-what’s going on?” Finally you croaked out, Abby only sobbing more in return as Manny stood and walked over to you. 

“Er it’s Jordan, and Nick, and Leah...” He cleared his throat as he clamped his eyes shut and swallowed loudly. “Oh god, they’re er- they're dead.” He chokes a sob and walks past you, letting himself out of the room, leaving you and Abby. Concerned, act sad and concerned. 

“Oh Abby, I’m so sorry.” You rush over to her and sit beside her, rubbing her back the way Manny had been. “Was it scars?” 

“L- Leah it was but Nick and Jordan-” She interrupts herself with a loud weep followed by a sniffle and a quiet whimper. “They were shot by a trespasser.” Act surprised. 

“Oh.” Fuck. She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows and the panic sets in, that was not surprised enough. You need to cry or something, shit, just do anything. You slap a hand over your mouth and gag slightly as you shake your head. “Oh my god, who-who would do that?” Your voice trembles and cracks and you almost smile when the tears form in your eyes, you squeeze them shut to force the tears down onto your cheeks and glance at her before burying your face in your hands. The rest comes naturally as you do your best to pretend to be someone that just found out three of their closest friends had died. As you got into the rhythm you noticed a strange feeling bubbling up, you were... enjoying it, putting on a little show, knowing what none of them knew, it made you feel powerful. 

“It’s my fault, fuck, it’s all my fucking fault, why did I drag them into this?” A week prior and Abby’s comment would have left you completely clueless but now it only revealed more to you, not only had she gone with them to torture someone, it was her idea, she was the ringleader, you should’ve known. You wanted to hit her, to strangle her until her lips went blue, see the blood vessels in her eyes pop, painting the milky white of her sclera red as they widened in panic. You lunged forward and pinned her to the bed, pressing a knee over her hips as hard as you could to stop her squirming as you wrapped your hands around her neck and squeezed like you were trying to pop her head off. It was exactly how you pictured it, her wheezy chokes getting quieter and quieter as her lips started to match the colour of her irises. Her eyebrows raised out of sheer panic until they dropped as her eyes rolled back in her head. You only squeezed harder as her skin went grey and the squirming under your knee stopped. Her body went limp and her skin went cold to the touch and only then did you realise what you had done as a singular tear rolled down your cheek, the love of your life, dead in front of you, eyes open but lifeless, the blue not so blue anymore. You couldn’t look away, even as your body trembled, you couldn’t look away. 

Vague echoes of your name were being called and as your vision refocused you saw Abby staring back at you with concern. “Hey, where’d you go? Are you okay?” Fuck that felt so real, you could’ve sworn you had actually jumped her but there she was sitting right in front of you, not lying dead on the bed. It felt too real, like you had just woken from a nightmare but you had never slept. You had got used to the nightmares when you’d sleep but now they’re happening while you’re awake. You could feel your sanity slipping away from you, your grip on reality slowly falling from where it was clutched between the tips of your fingers, you had actually let go, given in to the delusions, the evil running rampant in your mind. You could’ve sworn that was real. 

“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine, sorry, it’s just... a lot.” Abby expected some sort of questioning after she had let it slip that their blood was on her hands, but it never came, you just zoned out with a crazed look in your eye, like you weren’t even there, you looked like a body with no one inside, an empty shell for a soul that was no longer there. You had been strange these past few days, but this was different, this was scary, she didn’t feel like she was looking at you, even when you snapped yourself out of it, she wasn’t looking at you. There was something missing, even when you had kissed her and went to breakfast with her, even when you smiled at her, there was something missing, something was wrong, her gut was screaming at her that there was something wrong but her brain was only blaming her, of course there was something wrong, she had broken you. “I-I don’t know what to say... How could this happen?” She was staring at you too much, you needed to concentrate, stay in the room, don’t float away again and leave your body there, she looks like she’s trying to peel your mask away and you can’t let her, cry again. You think about her body, cold on the bed, bruise marks in the shape of your hands over her neck as you look at her, alive and sat in front of you and the tears come like a waterfall as you collapse into her chest. As her arms wrap around you and soothe up and down your back you continue racking your body to mimic a complete and utter meltdown but your face, hidden by her chest, was a dark smirk, almost a sneer. This was too easy. 

“I- fuck- I have patrol today, I have to get ready.” You sniffle and hope your voice sounded as nasally as you could make it as you mutter into her chest. 

“Get someone to cover you.” Can’t she just shut up for once?  

“I can’t, I’m already covering Lucy because she’s sick. I’ll be fine, it’ll distract me.” You pull away and wipe at your cheeks to avoid looking her in the eye until you hear her faint sniffles starting up again. “Will you be okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I can keep myself busy, don’t worry about me.” You worry for her, not about her. You try to smile, small and meek, as you get up from the bed and start getting your stuff ready to leave. You’re about to walk out the door until Abby calls your name stopping you dead in your tracks. “Please be careful, I can’t lose you too.” 

“Oh Abby... You already have.” You sneer as your voice goes cold. 

“Thanks, I love you.” What? That makes no sense, what did you just say? Why can’t you remember what you just said? Either way her reply makes it obvious you hadn’t said what you thought. You feel like there are two versions of you living in your head but you’re only attached to the one that’s trapped inside your mind. The version of you that everyone else sees is acting independently, preserving your cover when you can’t, this needed to end soon, you could barely keep your head straight. You smile before slipping out the door without so much as another peek at Abby’s blotchy face and straight towards the hole in the fence. Getting out of the stadium will help, help you get back in control, it had to. 

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“Hey, what are you doing here?” 

“Had to get away from the stadium and-” You cut yourself off, she doesn’t know about Abby, she can’t know about Abby, she won’t believe you’re serious about killing them all unless you tell her everything you hadn’t already and you just couldn’t do that. “and everything. Just felt suffocated you know? Why, Bad time?” She looks behind her and you can see the panic in her green eyes but it disappears as quick as you noticed it. 

“No, I was just about to head out though.” 

“Why? Where are you going?” She purses her lips as she rings her fingers repetitively, shifting her wight from one foot to another. 

“I followed someone from back home here, he left without me and I’m trying to find him. I have one of your guys’ radios and I think he’s at Hillcrest.” 

“Hillcrest is crawling with patrollers even without a trespasser, it’s a suicide mission.” 

“Well I can’t just leave him out there to die can I?” 

“Who fucking cares? No one's worth saving anymore.” You spit as your vision blurs slightly. 

“Why would you wanna come with me? You just said it’s a suicide mission.” No, not again. You’re saying things in your head and they’re not coming out of your mouth the same, you thought it was the stadium, the pressure you felt around Abby but maybe you are just actually on the brink of a complete psychotic break.  

“Well it’s less of a suicide mission if you’re not alone right?” She can’t know you’re not right in the head, she‘ll kill you if you think you pose a risk to her plan, keep it together, just keep it together for a couple more days, that’s all you had to do. 

“Do you even have a gun?” 

“A good fighter doesn’t need a gun to survive.” You snark with a roll of your eyes. 

“Oh did they teach you that in soldier training 101? I’ve got a spare, come on.” She goes to turn and walk away, leading you out of the actual theatre and into what you assume is the lobby but she pauses and turns back to you. “Actually, wait here, we’re gonna go out the way you came in anyway.” Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden change from the girl but you don’t question her, just stay put as she disappears behind the double doors at the top of the stairs for a couple minutes before returning, pistol in hand. She goes to hand it to you but snatches it away when you go to take it. “Don’t get any ideas, yeah?” 

“Me? Ideas? Never.” She tilts her head slightly before handing you the gun and leading you back to the window you had just entered through. This was a stupid idea but you needed a distraction, you needed something to focus on to stop your mind continuously running away from you. 

You look down at the ground as you step out onto the street from the theatre and you get distracted by your shoes, you noticed hers and realised you were both wearing the same pair of black high-top converse, as you stared and stared at them you felt like you were getting sucked into them, you were entranced in the canvas black that had gone slightly grey with wear until a deafening explosion caused you to look up from the shoes and you felt like the life had been sucked out of you. You were in Hillcrest. You had just been at the theatre, looking at yours and the girl’s shoes, you were just there but that didn’t make any sense because you were looking at your surroundings and you were in Hillcrest. You looked back down at the matching shoes again but a pair was missing, the stranger was gone, you were stood in a side alley in Hillcrest and the auburn-haired girl was nowhere to be seen. It was getting worse, you needed to find her and make sense of all of this. You headed towards the explosion that was sending dark plumes of smoke into the air, trying to get to grips with your surroundings until you took a corner too fast and ran straight into a guy from the WLF. You recognised him but you didn’t know his name.  

“What are you doing out here? You’re not on patrol.” Your mouth goes dry as you reach for your gun in the back of your jeans but there’s nothing there. Your gun had disappeared, whisked away with your sanity and now you were staring into the eyes of a man that could blow your whole plan up with no way of dealing with it. “Hey! I asked you a question. What the fuck are you doing out here?” He reaches for his radio and you know you have to act now so you lunge at him while he’s distracted, knocking him to the floor letting you straddle him and get a good grip on his hair. You smash his head down into the concrete as hard as you can until blood is splattered onto the floor underneath him and leaking out of his mouth as his eyes glaze over. But then you don’t stop, you just keep bashing his mangled head into the concrete as you stare at him silently. Your arms ache and the muscles tighten but you don’t stop until his head is barely the shape of a head anymore and a pair of hands are ripping you off of his cold-lifeless body. You screech and go to elbow whoever it was that had grabbed you in the nose but they’re quick to wrap their arms around your torso, trapping yours at your side as you thrashed and flailed. A flash of ink catches your eye and your movements calm only slightly as you recognise the tattoo covering the toned forearm.  

“Easy killer, it’s only me.” Her voice whispers in your ear, tickling the skin and halting your movements entirely. Her grip around you loosens and you spin to face her with a scowl. 

“Don’t call me that and where the fuck were you?” Your hands flail about in the air as she just stares back at you in disbelief. 

“What do you mean where the fuck was I? Where the fuck were you? I turned around and you had fucking vanished.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh? Seriously? Where did you go?” 

“I- I saw a clicker.” 

“Right well how about you tell me next time yeah?” You nod and the sound of soldier’s voices causes her to grab your wrist and drag you into the nearest building before they reach you both. “So err, didn’t like that guy very much then eh Killer?” 

“What? And I said don’t call me that.” 

“Well he was long dead before I found you but that didn’t seem to bother you too much.” 

“He was gonna radio the FOB and tell them I was out there on my own when I wasn’t on patrol, I couldn’t let him do that.” 

“Still, could barely tell he was human by the time I got there. Didn’t think you had it in you killer.” Something inside you snapped as she called you that again, you knocked her to the ground from your crouched position and wrapped your hands around her throat. 

“I said, don’t fucking call me that.” 

“Alright, alright, sorry.” She wheezed and you let up, crawling off of her and facing away from her as she spluttered as quietly as she could. “What should I call you then?” 

“Huh?” 

“You got a name or do they only let their soldiers have numbers?” 

“I have a name.” You grit out before telling her without looking at her still. 

“Well, not that you asked, but I’m Ellie.” You don’t respond and your silence freaks her out, you had been quiet the whole way here, not a word, and then you disappeared, also wordlessly, and now you were silent once again, it was like you were slipping in and out of consciousness and it was scary to watch. Imagine how scary it feels. You were silent because you were just trying to will yourself to remember the journey here, remember what made you run off from Ellie, trying to remember what you had said to her in place of what you thought in the theatre, or what you had said as you were leaving Abby’s room. Your memories were intermittent and fleeting, it made your heartrate spike as your breathing quickened. You jumped as her hand landed on your shoulder, turning to face her and pursing your lips at her brows that were knit together over her narrowed eyes. “Look we need to move, we’re vulnerable here, are you good? Where’s your gun?” 

“Err... I don’t know.” You tried to think of a lie but your mind came up blank. 

“Wh- You know what, it doesn’t matter, you seem to be fine without one just... take this.” She hands you a switch blade and you grip onto it until your knuckles turn white. As you exit the building behind Ellie you pulse your hand around the switchblade to keep you grounded and remind you it’s in your hand. You followed Ellie until you heard footsteps round the corner from where you both were, she turned to you and signalled to wait there and as she went round the corner you waited for a gunshot or any sign of a struggle but there wasn’t any, just Ellie’s voice faintly mumbling ‘Jesse’. You burst out from round the corner and they both turn to you, Ellie’s face a picture of disappointment but no surprise and Jesse’s, you assume, a scowl like you had never seen. He raised his gun at you and all you could do was clamp your eyes shut missing the way Ellie jumped in front of the outstretched pistol to stop him.  

“She’s friendly, don’t shoot.” 

“She’s a fucking wolf.” 

“Yeah I know, it’s complicated. But she saved my ass from two clickers on the way here so I kinda owe her one.” You had no memory of what she was talking about, maybe she was lying to get him to lower the gun, you couldn’t ask, she already looked at you like you had two heads when you said you lost your gun.  

“So she’s a wolf, that’s helping you?” 

“Yeah, she got me the locations of where the group is stationed, I trust her.” You lock eyes with her as she says that and your stomach turns, you shouldn’t be trusted, not by her, not by anyone. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway?” 

“I followed you, barely got into this city and those fuckers ambushed me, I’ve fucked my ankle. We need to move now.” He limps forward towards you until he’s standing inches away, towering over you with a deadpan look on his face. He doesn’t speak, just stares before moving round you and leading the way out of Hillcrest. You stay frozen until Ellie turns to look at you and nods her head in Jesse’s direction to get you to follow. 

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Abby couldn’t stay in her room any longer, it was suffocating, the air too thick and warm it felt like it was clogging up her throat every time she tried to breathe. She was drowning in her tears and she just needed to get out of her room, get away from the thoughts swirling through her head, drumming at her brain. She had no destination in mind, she just walked, and walked, and walked, round and round in circles until she could barely tell where she was. She hadn’t passed anyone in awhile which was rare until Lucy walked past her, she thought nothing of it until she remembered you saying you were covering Lucy because she was ill. “Oh hey Lucy!” 

“Hey Abby, I’m sorry to hear about your friends, I hope you’re coping okay.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Abby bowed her head in shame, it was her fault they’re dead. “How are you feeling anyway?” 

“Me? I’m fine...” Lucy answered with a puzzled look on her face until Abby explained you had said you were covering her on patrol because she was sick. “Oh uh... Must’ve been a different Lucy, I’m not scheduled for patrol today, rare day off.” She chuckled and Abby did the best to react normally also. 

“Oh right, I guess I just assumed it was you. Well enjoy your day off.” She waved and turned away from Lucy before she could reply as she got lost trying to figure out what other Lucy you could’ve been talking about. She’s sure there’s another Lucy in the WLF but she couldn’t think of any that you would know. She knew you were well-known and you, in return, knew a lot of people, more than her but she racked her brain for any other Lucy you’d ever mentioned and came up blank.  

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You followed Ellie and Jesse back to the theatre quietly, still pulsing Ellie’s switchblade in your hand, it felt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. You’d pick up small parts of their conversation here and there but never enough to understand, you didn’t care to understand, you weren’t here to make friends, you were only following them back to the theatre so you didn’t have to face going back to the stadium yet. Your eyes stayed on the floor mostly, watching your feet with every step you took, you glanced up periodically to make sure you weren’t losing time again but for the moment you seemed to be in control, conscious and aware.  

When you looked up to see the theatre coming into view you breathed a sigh of relief because you had made it back without blacking out and that felt like more of an achievement that it should. You followed them up the fire escape and through the window that you shut behind you, through the backstage area to the velvet curtains and onto the stage. You kept following until you heard a full sentence from Jesse. 

“Where’s Dina? She’s okay right?” Ellie froze and glanced back at you before muttering something to him causing him to leave out the double doors at the back of the room. Ellie turned to face you, though she didn’t actually look up from the floor. Alarm bells were ringing in your head as you gripped the switchblade even tighter if that was possible. 

“Dina? Who the fuck is Dina?” You spit, your voice frantic, you barely sounded like you, it was getting worse, the detachment from yourself, it was like you were watching yourself from out of your body. 

“She er- She came with me, she’s...” 

“She’s what, Ellie?” 

“She’s upstairs, she’s sick, that’s why she didn’t come with us.” 

“And you were gonna tell me about her when?” 

“I- I dunno.” 

“You don’t know?! What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me about her? You fucking planning something?” You flipped the switchblade out of its sheath as you moved towards her, not quick, your steps were agonisingly slow. Your eyes went dark and your chest heaved, you were intimidating, even to Ellie who had a gun in the back of her jeans, she still felt uneasy around you like this. 

“No, no what the fuck do you mean? What would I be planning?” 

“I dunno, why didn’t you tell me about her?” You pressed again and she felt cornered, like she was shrinking, like you could step on her and crush her, you stopped as you were inches away from her, noting the visible gulp from her. 

“She- she’s my girlfriend, she’s pregnant and sick and she’s my girlfriend and I don’t know why I didn’t tell you.”  

“Your girlfriend is pregnant?” She couldn’t help but chuckle as your face screwed up. 

“Look please don’t say anything to Jesse, they were together, and the kid is his, but they broke up and she realised she’s pregnant on the way here. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I was trying to keep her safe.” 

“Oh so much for trusting me then.” 

“I-I do trust you, I just didn’t know if I could at first and then it felt like I had left it too late and it just never seemed the right time to tell you.” It felt like she was holding something back, you could tell from the way her mouth hung open like she wasn’t done speaking but no words came out, she just stared back at you, desperation in her eyes until she took a deep breath and spoke again. “I can barely look at her right now so I didn’t think I’d have to tell you about her because I didn’t think we’d be around each other that much and even when I’m here on my own, I don’t talk to her much.” 

“Why? You just said she’s your girlfriend.” 

“I know it’s stupid, she’s out here- pregnant and out here because of me, because she followed me. She guessed that she was pregnant ages ago but only told me when we got here and I- fuck I don’t know okay, it doesn’t even make sense to me but I just can’t face her right now, not since you came around.” She mutters the last part barely loud enough for you to hear but you don’t want to hear, you don’t want to know what she means, there’s too much going through your head right now as is, you don’t need her baggage weighing you down also. You’re not here to make friends, it’s strictly transactional. She’s looking into your eyes that haven’t lost their crazed glint from earlier, looking for any sort of understanding as you just stand there. The tension between you both was palpable as she looked guilty and you looked like a fire that couldn’t be extinguished.  

The large double doors swing open and Jesse rushes in and straight over to Ellie. “What’s wrong with Dina?” Ellie glances from him to you and back to him. You rolled your eyes at the silence between them as your lips opened before you even knew what you were doing. 

“She’s pregnant.” Both their faces snap to yours as a sick grin twists itself onto your features. “Hint: it’s not Ellie’s.” You didn’t look at Ellie, only Jesse whose face had gone grey as his jaw hung slack. You begin walking backwards with Ellie’s switchblade pointed at her as you finally look at her. “Lie to me again Ellie, I dare you. I’ll be back tonight.” With that you winked at her, turned and walked towards the stage, barely suppressing a laugh. That was a shit thing to do, you knew that, you knew you were being hypocritical considering all you were hiding from her but you didn’t care, the look on both their faces was priceless. He was going to have to find out eventually, you just saved them the awkward conversation, sped things up a little. You weren’t you anymore and whose fault was that? 

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“Hey, how was patrol?” Abby asked as you shut her door behind you. 

“Long, but okay. How are you doing?” You slinked over to her, running a hand through her hair as you came to stand between her knees from where she was sat on the bed, her hands gripping the back of your thighs. 

“Okay, I can barely believe it though.” You pout at her as she speaks.

“Me neither, it’s hard to believe there’s monsters out there that would just senselessly kill people like that. What could they have possibly done to deserve that?” Your voice was monotone and your face was deadpan as you spoke. Abby looked into your eyes and just like earlier, it didn’t look like you were in there. “Hey, I’m shattered, let’s go to bed, yeah?” You didn’t even wait for her answer before you started stripping your clothes off inches away from her face but she barely even spared a glance as she was so focused on the darkness in your eyes. Something was wrong. 

tags: @emiliabby @liasxeatt @kawaiibreadbouquet-blog @tphmnv@a-little-bit-of-everybody@chrry1ovr

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Oh, I would like to request!! Azul/Vil/Malleus- W, Q, K And one question…Cater is not part of the event? It's just that I didn't see it in the characters on the list for the event and I would like to know if it is part of it or not.

Oh Anon… seems like I forgot to add him in the masterlist (*gasp* shame on me!)

Thanks for asking! Now I can correct this.

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, imprisonment, implied stalking, death, murder, manipulation, unhealthy relationship

Azul Ashengrotto/Vil Schoenheit/Malleus Draconia-K, Q, W

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

So sweet it might rot your teeth

Azul doesn’t just want you to see him as someone nice

No, he wants you to like him

This leads sometimes to behavior that can be a bit… unsettling…

Does he want something from you? Have you done something wrong? What is it? WHAT IS IT??!

Two faced

Literally flips the switch when someone else interrupts your time together

It’s already bad enough when a student from another dorm has done that

But when it’s one of his own? Respect for our fallen brother

One second he is like “Oh goodness, how fascinating you did this!” and the next he is suppressing the urge to strangle someone

And he does it so well you don't notice

Even if it catches your attention that he behaves differently considering someone else he will just say that they stepped on his foot, making him look a bit angry

Isolating

You might have caught a whiff of it already but Azul doesn't like sharing

So even when he doesn't have the intention of manipulating you in mind he still does it

Oh? You want to meet up with that person? Well not anymore! Now he suddenly heard them talking badly about you behind your back

Before you know it you are all alone

Though, not entirely

Don't forget your only friend! Azul is always there for you

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Self-blaming

Was he so horrible and disgusting that you left?

Azul thinks all of It was his fault

And whilst his... “attentive” behavior most certainly did play a part there are still factors that also contributed to that

But it will leave it's marks on him

Azul will start to starve himself, thinking that if he didn't have control over you leaving he can at least control what he consumes

But it's everything but healthy

In case of death

He also blames himself

But unlike before his sadness isn't a silent kind

If you had just left but still were alive he expresses his anger and sadness silently, a shorter temper or him not being not as happy as he should be in certain situations

But with your death he can't even try to continue

Nights are spent crying under his blanket and during the days he doesn't care about the Lounge

It's a self-destructive path

But maybe he hopes somewhere deep down that he will see you again when the time comes for him

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically

I don't think he has it within himself to hurt someone physically

The worst he might do is due to him being so enraged that he doesn't have himself under control

So if you try to escape that means he could snap and break one or two of your legs

But if he gets violent then he will blame himself

No delusions, just him always apologizing

Mentally

Your mentalities safety is a completely different beast to tackle

You see, this time he doesn't even do it intentionally

It's just that he always has to manipulate the ones around him

And before we know I he suddenly does it without even wanting to

But it won't be too obvious

There are no threats, just subtle things that may seem harmless alone but build up to something bigger over time

Like “no. Don't go out. I heard the weather is supposed to be bad” to “no. Don't go out. They were talking behind your back” which also leads to “no. Don't go out. You only need me.”

Well at least you aren't a broken mess

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

So kind that you feel like he might try to poison you

Since you are our dear, dashing little player (mind sharing some of that gorgeousness?) you are familiar with how Vil should be

Emphasis on the “should be” because... who is this??! His evil twin turned nice??!

And wasn’t Vil also playing nice with Neige even though he hated him? Should you fear for your life?

But he didn’t mean to scare you with his behavior. Really!

It is just when you appeared, perfection themselves, he couldn’t hold back anymore

Didn’t he say once that he would like to treat you like a normal person since he understands how hard life can be for a famous person

And I don’t know about you but being considered in some places as a “God” definitely falls into my definition of famous so…

But he tries really hard to make you feel welcomed

Maybe a bit too much because before he knows you are suddenly trying to keep a distance

Was he rude in some way? Maybe he has to show you even more respect.

Always concerned about you

Why is there a scratch on your face??! Has someone hurt you?

Vil adores you on a level that should be impossible for anyone

But here we are, him acting like someone possessed when it’s about you

Doesn’t matter if you are in public but if there is a strand of hair out of place he will fuss over you

So you are either thankful about that or you are embarrassed

The choice is up to you but if you ever tell him that you don’t want that be prepared for him to look like a kicked puppy

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Loss of ambition

It’s no secret that Vil is ambition itself

So when you leave all of that suddenly disappears

Why did you decide to leave? Has he done something wrong?

Vil can take a lot. Whether it’s hate online or something not going according to plan

But you not being by his side anymore? Total breakdown

Even though he was always the one fussing over you he still became dependent on your presence

So be a dear and don’t leave, ok?

Otherwise, he will track you down and use not-so-nice means (most likely connected to his absolutely wonderful grades in alchemy)

In case of death

There was still a chance for him to get up again if you were to simply leave (although that would lead to him hunting you down)

But when you died there is no way to get you back

Suddenly there is no Vil Schoenheit anymore

There is just a small sad puddle simply existing

The only time when he feels even the slightest bit of happiness is when he dreams of you

If only he could stay in those dreams forever

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

In public

Vil is a wonder of self-control

Although, it is no surprise since he has to keep himself together

There are after all people watching his every step

So even if you could literally hear something in him rip, probably his threat-thin patience, he is still keeping calm

He just becomes silent and takes you back home

Don’t expect the same silence there though

In private

If Vil was Malleus then there would be a horrible storm outside

But instead, you can see him massaging the bridge of his nose, him holding himself back from hurting you in any way

He will not hurt you in any way that it would be visible

That doesn’t mean though that your mind will also be safe

There are certain potions and poisons which can lead to horrible hallucinations, leaving you in the end vulnerable enough to be reshaped by Vil

But he doesn’t mean you any harm! He just wants to help!

And if that help is changing you a bit so you can be your best self (belonging to him) then he will happily drown you in a sea of sickly sweet tasting liquids and hallucinations

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Honestly? Like a lost puppy

But to the sad version, rather like the absolutely adorable version that you just want to squeeze and cuddle and aww lemme pull on those cute cheeks

Is Malleus pushy? Yes. Is he invading your space? Absolutely! … but who could say no to these eyes (am I biased? Maybe. Maybe not)

Also, Malleus privileges

Do you want to play with his hair? Give him some time to kneel so you have better access. You want to pet those beautiful yet (most likely) capable of impaling pieces of keratin? Sure… just be careful, the more you get to the base the more sensitive you are

Also, if you ask if you can pet his tail he will jump from bashfulness (I hc that the thing is extremely sensitive. No “but”’s and “no”’s. I will fight you)

Secretly dangerous toward others

But alas, that beautiful facade is just for you

Malleus hates it when others take his attention away from him

So what better way to keep it than to scare everyone off?

Malleus is aware that others are afraid of him and whilst this is also making him very sad he also sees the benefits

That Heartslabyul student came a bit close, don’t you agree?

No need to worry. You won’t see him ever again

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Disappointed at himself

Oh uh…. Well… how do I describe the end of the world without making it seem too horrible?

Ok, maybe I am exaggerating a bit too much but the situation is bad anyways

You know sulking Malleus? Now take that and mix in a rather unhealthy dosage of disappointment

It’s already bad enough when he is dissatisfied with something he can turn his back on but himself? That isn’t something he can run away from

Imagine a huge storm, cold rain and just the atmosphere that people shouldn’t be staying on this island

But it’s ok. This is all his fault. A perfect being like you has its reason for leaving… LILIA GET MY GOD BACK!!!

Yeah, he can’t let go

But that is really the least of your worries

In case of your death

Denial

No way you died!

See? The lights are still on in Ramshackle! That means you are still there

Jokes on him but that was his magic subconsciously lighting up candles so that he has at least that tiny bit of hope

But once enough time passes (maybe a few years over the average human life span) he finally accepts it

That doesn’t mean it will be peaceful though

He blames himself, saying that it was all his fault

Even if it was something that he had no hand in he will blame himself

But if he was even the slightest bit involved in it he will lay down and sleep for a long time

Why is there a spindle in the corner of the… oh

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

A master at holding himself back

Malleus is aware that he could easily hurt you with just a smithereens of his abilities

So he holds himself back

Let us just hope that his self-control does not waver or I can see you without a head on that pretty little throat of yours

But if you ever were in a situation where he is angry enough which could lead to him hurting you he will lock you in your room

We all know that he is doing that out of selfish reasons be he argues that he needs some time for himself, without the danger of hurting you

Maybe in a week you will be out but expect a building that looks like it survived a war

Worst case scenario

Malleus hurt you

This can end in two ways

Either you are unlucky and suddenly you are haunting the walls of the castle

Or you somehow survived this force of nature and are now standing there with a smol scratch

If you don’t survive we can take a look at the letter above this one

If you do though… drama

My man just panics and if I say panics I mean panics

You will never see this in the game but panicking Malleus is doting Malleus

Even after everything is healed he will be very careful

This might lead to him locking you up because he is afraid that you could get hurt again

Yeah, there is no good ending to either scenario

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||Be With Me, Stay With Me||

ꨄ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ꨄ

Summary: Hwoarang didn't like the idea of you marrying the man whom you barely even know. Your family arranged a marriage for you and you’ve been forced to deal with it. You didn’t have a choice. Even though you already have that special someone in your heart…

⚠︎TW: SIGNS OF BRUISES AND MENTIONS OF ABUSE⚠︎

❦ dividers by : @saradika-graphics ❦

After Hwoarang was finally done with the match, he walked over to the breakroom and spotted you sitting down so serenely on the bench waiting for him patiently. “Hello there, you little bookworm.” Hwoarang opened his muscular arms wide open for you as you rushed over and swung your arms to hug him, “Hello, you cocky bastard.” 

“Enjoy the match?” Hwoarang curved a flirtatious smirk across his face when he asked you. You giggled, gently pulling away from him. “You did amazing out there. I knew you were going to kick his ass out there anyway. You pinched his cheeks. Hwoarang chuckled, putting your hands away from his charming face, “Of course I did! Because I’m awesome! I’m one of the greatest fighters ever!” Hwoarang boasted, jerking his thumb towards himself. 

You rolled your eyes at his intolerable behaviour. Always loves to boast about how strong he is and such things like that. It’s what you love about him. He’s a very good fighter with a strong heart. Hwoarang may not seem like it but he truly does have a good heart. “You know…” Hwoarang began to speak, scratching the back of his head with a little smile, “I’m actually quite glad that you’re here because I got something to tell you.” 

You twiddled with your thumbs nervously, “Well, I got something to tell you too…” looking down with your head lowered as your face saddened, you looked up to him and told him with a lot of regret weighing heavily on you, “I’m getting married…”

Hwoarang’s face darkened, “To who?” his voice sounded more angry and somehow upset. He didn't show it but you could tell by his tone. “My family arranged a marriage for me and I had no choice but to accept it. His name is John and he’s from a wealthy family…just like me.” You had a lot of regret in your heavy heart for telling him this news. 

His eyes moved to the sight where he spotted bruises at the sides of your neck which alarmed him. Hwoarang inches in closer and grasps your shoulders in anger showing a hint of worry, “(Name)?!  Did this ‘John’ guy do this to you?!” He fumed, demanding to know if it was him or not. It was that bastard John, he slapped and strangled you not so long ago. Causing bruises to show on your neck. You couldn’t tell Hwoarang about it. 

You pulled away and tried to hide it, “I-it’s nothing!” using your hair to shield the bruises on your neck even though it didn’t help much. 

“Don’t bullshit me, (Name), don’t you dare fucking lie to me.” His voice was fueling up with more anger. No point of lying straight to his scowling face. “I’m okay though. I’m fine.” As much as you want to admit it, you’re not fucking fine. You just got physically abused by your fiance, made you cry your heart out as he hurt you so badly. Hwoarang was growing sick and tired of your lies, “Where is this bastard? I’m going to fucking kill him..” he growled, threatening to beat the shit out of that man for hurting you. 

“Hwoarang, please…”

A silence swept in between you two, with a sad-angry gaze locking onto each other. Your heart began to get heavy, drowned in so much regret. You never wanted this to happen but it just did. Your family mentally abused you and said they would kick you out of the family if you don’t agree to marry John. 

“....Don’t marry him, (Name)..” Hwoarang said, not wanting you to marry that heartless prick. He doesn’t want you to be that bastard’s wife. He won’t allow it but what choice do you have anyway? 

“I have to do this…” you added, your voice shaking, “Otherwise my family will kick me out of their lives…” Hwoarang never realized you were going through this and he wondered how long you’ve been engaged to that man. His heart felt a sting of pain, killing him slowly. He was hurt and visibly upset by this, he tried so hard not to show it. 

How come you never told Hwoarang about this when you got engaged to the man you barely even know? Is it because you’re afraid he will leave you?

“There is no room for that evil, wicked man in my heart and he will never have my heart because there is already someone who has it. Someone who deserves my whole heart..” You were referring to Hwoarang, the man who you truly care about the most. Your eyes moved to look at him with a sad smile. Hwoarang became trapped in your gaze, his heart beating as you basically confessed to him. It was quite surprising coming from you because he wanted to be the first one to tell you. Hwoarang couldn’t find the courage to, he never experienced romance in his life and even thought he never needed anyone. Until he met you��

“(Name)..” Hworang walked up to you, his hand cupping the side of your face. The way he said your name in such a heartwarming, uplifting way just caused all the feelings to appear in your heart. Feeling its warmth inside you, coming from Hwoarang as he kissed you for the first time. You shed a few tears with Hwoarang hugging you close to him, your head buried into his chest. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to tell you, (Name)..” Hwoarang tightened the hug, not too tight since he might crush you with his muscular arms. “Oh Hwoarang…you know I will always choose you.” 

“(Name), please don’t marry that man…” 

Be with me, stay with me..

The words that he should have said to her..

To convince her to be with him…

Vanished like dust…

“Hwoarang, we can’t be together…I can’t..” 

Hwoarang growled and pulled away from you in frustration, no longer looking you in the eye. If you weren’t forced to marry that man by your parents, you and Hwoarang would be together. You know that it will never happen…

It was nothing for you two to say, Hwoarang was hurting and he wished that this didn’t happen. You marrying the man whom you barely knew crushed his heart into pieces. It crushed him. You bid a silent farewell to him, believing it would be the last time you will ever see him. You cried your way out of the break room, exiting the arena with your bruised-sore hands covering your crying eyes.  

On the other hand, Hwoarang didn’t move a muscle. He just stood here, visibly hurting inside. He didn’t even bother to run to get you. The whole silence broke when he let his anger burst into flames, causing him to punch the wall aggressively with such rage and heartbreak, leaving a smashed mark. His knuckles bleed when he threw a hard punch towards the wall, he seemed to be unbothered by it. Not giving a single fuck about his knuckles bleeding. 

The only thing he cares about right now is thinking of a way to save you from that forced marriage…

➽───────────────❥

The Wedding Day

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The maids threw the wedding dress on you as you looked deeply in the mirror with a depressing face. Wishing you could tore the dress to shreds. “Oh, don’t you look lovely, Miss (L/n)?” one of the maids said, fixing the lower part at the bottom of the dress. You didn’t respond to her because you weren’t in a mood to talk. You squeezed the bouquet in your hand in anger and held back the tears. You were thinking about Hwoarang. 

As the maids left you alone for a moment to tend to your parents, you sobbed in silence and lowered your head to the floor. You gasped in shock and held your head up as you heard something…

 “You little punk!” 

“Somebody stop him!” 

The security guards were shouting at someone down in the hallway outside your room. You began to wonder what the commotion was about. You were about to swing open the door when that certain person you know kicked down the doors.

“Hwoarang?!” you dropped your bouquet to the floor and rushed over to him, utterly shocked by his arrival. 

He winked, “In the flesh!” grabbing your wrist, Hwoarang rapidly slipped you out of the room and looked both ways in the hallway, seeing if there were any more security coming up. “Hwoarang! What are you doing here?!” 

“Isn’t it obvious?! I came here to save you from this mess and another reason; I don’t want you to marry that fucking bastard!” Hwoarang yelled, he wasn’t actually angry towards you. He was angry at the fact that you nearly married this man by force. 

Hwoarang was about to go to the left side until all the security surrounded him along with your parents appearing at the scene. “(Name)! Think about what you’re doing!” Your father pushed some of the security out of his way, his face twisted furiously when Hwoarang appeared in his sight, “You! How dare you barge in here and try to take my daughter away from me?!” 

His wife jerked her hand, motioning you to come over to their side, “(Name)! Step away from that man and come over here this instant!” 

You shake your head, holding Hwoarang’s hand tightly, “No, I won’t. I had enough of you and father lecturing me for one fucking day! Telling me what to do and not what to do when this is my fucking life!” Hwoarang felt glad that you had the courage to stand up against your parents. Somehow, he knew that you had it in you. 

“You dare to speak to us this way?! You live under our roof, you ungrateful wench!” 

“...Not anymore..” 

Hwoarang smirked, noticing the window was fully opened in your room. You shrieked when he carried you bridal style in his muscular arms, “Well Mrs (M/n) and Mr (F/n), it was nice seeing you! Say goodbye to your daughter as I will be taking her from you!” He rushed into the room with you in his arms jumping out of the window, landing on his feet as he hit the ground. 

‘Oh my fucking god, he’s quite a strong man..’ you were stunned by his landing. Bloody well, this guy is built different. Hwoarang put you down as you two rushed to his motorcycle. “Let’s get the hell out of here!” He hopped on his vehicle, starting the engine. Before you could get on, you lifted up your dress, grasping it tightly as you jumped on, wrapping your arms around Hwoarang’s waist. 

“Alright, let’s go!” Hwoarang turned his bike towards the exit gate and drove away from the mansion with (Y/n)’s parents coming out as one of them shouted, “(Name)!” 

Your father urged the security to come and get you, they hopped in the cars and drove off to chase after you. All didn’t work out until they lost track of you. Hwoarang managed to get away from them by trapping them in road work that was happening on the other side. They simply have no idea where Hwoarang lives, which is a relief. 

Hwoarang stopped his bike in his unopened garage, jumping out of his vehicle as he pulled down the huge door. You grunted, getting off his motorbike and stretching your back, “Finally, I can stand up again..” 

“What? Did you not find that fun?” Hwoarang asked, walking up to you with a bitter smirk. You let out a laugh towards his question, “Not going to lie but that was fun..” looking down at your wedding dress that got filth at the bottom but you don’t seem to give a shit about it. 

“Live with me, (Name)..” 

“Wait what?” he’s offering you to live with him since you had nowhere else to go. You didn’t know what to say. “Bloody hell, I wasn’t really asking, you know? Besides…” Hwoarang pulled you to him to give you a kiss attack on the lips, smirking “You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” 

You choked in a little laughter, “I guess I am..” 

Hwoarang grinned, picking you up as you laughed once more. He made the door creak by kicking it wide open, revealing the messy living room. You couldn’t believe this man you’re in love never once tidied up the place. He noticed this funny ‘i am disgusted by you’ look on your face, “Yeah…sorry about the mess..” 

You giggled at his apology, “Don’t worry about it, you silly cocky goof.” He chuckled and pressed his lips down on your forehead, escorting you to his bedroom which appeared to be a little messier compared to the living room. 

He threw you gently on the bed and crawled on top of you, touching his lips against yours. You moaned through the kiss, tenderly wrapping your arms around him. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for this, (Name)..” 

 You kissed the side of his face and smiled, your forehead pressing against his, “Honestly, same here..” 

“I’m glad you didn’t marry that bastard..” 

“And I’m glad you came to save me..” 

Hwoarang created a trail of kisses starting from the neck to your chest, your body tensed up in excitement by the touch of his lips. “You know, Hwoarang..” You held his head and smooched the top of it, “My life will never be better without you…” 

He cuddled up next to you on the bed,  holding your hand and kissed the back of it before he set his loving gaze on you, “And I am never going to live without you, (Name). You’re really the person I want to be with. Damn, you changed my whole heart somehow.” 

You moved your head to lean on his shoulder and said, “And you changed mine..”

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a/n - I've never written this much before in my life! It's fucking insane! Somehow, I feel like I've rushed this because I was having a mega writer's block! (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) so I'm very sorry if this was boring for you to read! (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

I'm literally in the Tekken era rn since Hwoarang, my cocky ass man, revealed himself in Tekken 8!! I remember I've been crushing on him ever since high school! so yeah I have returned to 'crushing on Hwoarang' era huehuehue

anyway I will try and write another fanfic of him in the future!

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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#tekken #tekken x reader #hwoarang #hwoarang x reader #tekken imagine #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang x f! reader #tekken fanfic

[redyarns]

resist much, obey little (ch 1)

Alastor had a noose around his neck.

There was only one person who could loosen it.

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Temptation had never strung Lucifer along. He was an angel of Heaven no matter what anyone else said, and he had never fallen whim to any of the sins that humans were so eager to do.

And Alastor, a demon and a sinner who had fallen even further after death, was the most forbidden fruit of all.

He was the very embodiment of blasphemy.

But by God, did Lucifer want him.

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Knock-knock.

Lucifer let out a weak groan as he slowly let his arm slide off his eyes and off the side of the couch. Red starlight drifted through the torn curtains of a nearby window and nearly blinded him even with his eyes closed, and he had to squint and blink half a dozen times before he raised a hand and scrubbed at his face. 

Knock-knock. 

“Give me a second,” he called to the idiot who kept banging on his door. 

He felt like, well. He felt like someone had take a grinder, stuffed him inside, made him into a sausage, and then shoved said sausage into all their orifices. 

He hadn't felt this tired, this pained, in a very long time, and he liked to think he had a high pain tolerance. Nothing had hurt him quite as much as the Fall, or when Lilith left, or when he had to acknowledge his subjects, but he still couldn't quite shake the bone-aching exhaustion as there was a small rustle beside him along with a coo. 

Knock-knock-knock. 

“I said in a minute!” Lucifer barked again, the infuriating sound pacified at least for now as his tone shifted into something far more gentle while he curled around the small bundle of warmth that he had fallen asleep with. “My little princess, did you sleep well?” 

Charlotte Morningstar was the apple of his eye and she was all the more beautiful because of it. She was tucked carefully in between the solid back of the couch and his own body. There was no one in Hell or even the Heavens that would try to defy him and dare to harm her, but it quelled at least some of the constant anxiety in him to know she was near him. 

She waved her chubby fists in the air, her eyes already crinkled at the edges with her delighted smile, and he couldn't help it as he gathered her even closer and buried his nose into her soft, beautiful hair and inhale the smell of baby powder. 

“Well, starshine, I guess it's time to see who wants to bother our peace so early in the morning,” Lucifer sighed. 

Honestly, what kind of fool knocked on anyone's door this early, much less the devil's himself? He dreamed of strangling the idiot who was standing outside his house; maybe it was a stupid imp who wandered somewhere they shouldn't have, or Asmodeus coming to whine to him again, or even worse, Lili - 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. 

“How dare you disturb your king's slumber?” Lucifer roared, now fully enraged as he ripped open the door so forcefully that it was torn off the hinges completely. 

Bits of wood and debris rained around him as his tail lashed in anger, his horns spontaneously grown out of the crown of his head, and he was only a second away from turning this worthless demon into a husk, only for a piece of paper to suddenly be shoved into his face. 

“What the - “ Lucifer said, and he squinted to read the blurry text, a result of staying up far too many nights in a row and refusing to do anything about it. 

Hey, Idiot! 

Want a job no other can fulfill? Do you want some light shed in your otherwise pitifully empty life? 

Are you capable of destroying the very atoms who dare to disturb my own? 

Then this is the job for you! 

Your King of Hell is in need of assistance! 

(Fail and I will rip out your intestines, stuff them with your liver and kidneys, and make you eat your meat sausages while gouging out your eyes to prepare you jelly on toast.)

Details include: 

-Changing and checking diapers

-Feeding and napping at appropriate times

-Obliterating anyone who dares to harm Charlie or make her cry 

-Entertaining her and keeping her away from that blasted thing called a television

-Keeping me, your boss (and overlord and King of Hell) updated on every activity she does

-Schedule appointments and calls accordingly

-And anything else I ask you because I said so

Contact the number below to get in touch with me, Lucifer Morningstar, to schedule an interview today! 

666-666-6666

Lucifer had to read it once, twice, before he managed to dig up some fuzzy memory from about at least four months ago. 

He remembered it in pieces; how exhausted he was as he tried to cope with the loss of his wife and the sudden gain of a child; his madness as he tried his best to coax Charlie into sleep, even as she refused and wailed; his internal grief as he tried to understand what to do or how to do it. 

He had summoned a succubus and demanded that they put up all of his haphazardly made fliers all around hell. In complete honesty, he had forgotten all about it as soon as the papers disappeared from his desk, as Charlie had proceeded to vomit over his button-up and was wailing again. She'd developed a fever and the night had dissolved into a frenzy to better her as quickly as possible. 

He hadn't expected anyone to read the flier, much less even give it a second thought, and his horns and tail slowly disappeared as he pushed aside the paper and glared at the demon who dared to show up right at his doorstep. 

The demon was a sinner. He had a soul unlike the hellborne, and seemed to enjoy it, too. He grinned too widely and seemed way too into the dress-red-for-Hell theme, and when he spoke, his voice crackled with the poor frequency of an old timey radio as he said, “well hello to you, my liege! I suppose I might have troubled you this morning, but I’m here about your curious job offer!” 

“Why are you here at all?” Lucifer snapped, balancing Charlie on his hip and bouncing her when she began to fuss. She drooled on the lapel of his jacket, but as long as she wasn't crying, that was fine by him, so he allowed her to continue as he snarled, “the flier says to call me at the number on the bottom! Are you as blind as you are disobedient?” 

The demon's grin widened just by a fraction of an inch, and he bent down into a deep, sarcastic bow. “My apologies, Your Majesty. That was not an oversight on my part; I just don't have a fondness for those… things.” 

“Things?” 

“Cellphones,” the demon said slowly, like the word was clunky and ill-fitting in his mouth. He rubbed his chin with clawed fingers in thought and said, “I'm rather old fashioned, you could say, and those little devices with their tiny buttons are beyond my time.” 

“Huh,” Lucifer grunted, less than a little interested in whatever the demon was saying. He had most of his attention on Charlie, who was now gnawing on his finger with her gums, and he said, “yeah, whatever you say, grandpa. If you want an interview then come in. But touch anything and I'll kill you.” 

“I wouldn't dream of it, sire!” The demon trilled happily as he stepped over the threshold and, bizarrely enough, summoned a microphone staff and used it like a cane. 

This demon was an unusual one, even among Lucifer's bunch of vile and annoying little shits he called his subjects, and he wondered if he made a mistake letting him in as he pointed at the now broken pieces of the door and said, “that's your first question. If you really aren't illiterate and you read that flier, then you know I don't want some useless little wimp. Show me how powerful you are and then I'll - “ 

Magic swelled in the air like a sudden puff of air, and Lucifer blinked as the door was suddenly fixed and placed back on its hinges. Why, the smug asshole even decorated the damn thing with little carvings of microphones all around the edges. 

“You didn't let me finish,” Lucifer snarled. 

“No need to, Your Majesty,” the demon said, looking rather pleased with his handiwork as he observed the wood. “What kind of assistant would I be if I couldn't at least predict your basic wants or needs?” 

Lucifer stared, tilting his head slightly.

The demon didn’t say the words in contempt. In fact, he seemed excited about it, which further solidified the idea that he was a weirdo. 

Lucifer was the leader of the Pride Ring, after all, so he was excellent at evoking hilarious reactions by poking at people's sensitive prides, but this demon didn't seem at all offended over the demeaning job of being an assistant. 

And to think a powerful demon like this existed at all… his magic from just now was similarly no joke. It was the kind of stuff that tingled across Lucifer's skin and nearly down his back and to his wings, which rustled restlessly when he thought too hard about it. 

He always had them tucked away for several reasons, but to think a sinner had the ability to create enough power to have him move even a single feather was… impressive. 

It was impressive and he was annoyed about it, which probably showed on his face as he clicked his tongue and said, “show off. Fine. Charlie has to have breakfast now, so come on.” 

Lucifer ignored the way the demon's smile crinkled at the edges as he turned on his heel and marched to the kitchen. 

It pinched the edge of his mind to see just how destroyed the place was. Various toys, baby contraptions, clothes, and uneaten food littered the place. 

It also smelled vaguely like baby powder and oil, and Lucifer himself probably looked like an actual disaster with how his hair was unkempt and he hadn't changed his clothes in three days, but he was too tired to care as he stepped over a mountain of stuffed animals. 

The kitchen was no less of a messy tornado than the living room, but at least the high-top was clean. 

Lucifer cooed to his daughter as she kicked her legs and squealed in delight when he lifted her into the air and kissed her bare belly, distracting her from destroying yet another piece of furniture. 

“She doesn't like sitting,” Lucifer sing-songed, keeping his voice as high-pitched and sweet as possible while slowly starting to lower her into the cushion of the chair. “But as long as you keep her distracted, she can do it with minimum fuss! Right, Charlie? Right, starshine? My wonderful wittie bittie girl, look how good you are!” 

Lucifer let out a huge, admittedly rather relieved sigh when she let her chubby legs stick through the opening of the high-too while she bashed her tiny fists onto the table. She only made small, little displeased noises when he tied a bib around her neck and she blew a raspberry, but that was it. 

This was turning out to be a great morning, then. 

“Go on,” Lucifer said, turning around and crossing his arms as he tried to look as intimidating as possible. It was then that he realized the demon was at least a foot taller than him; the audacity! “Feed her. That's your second question; if you really want this job, you should know how to take care of a baby.” 

“Hmm,” the demon hummed. He didn't seem at all perturbed by the hostility nor the near harassment of demands, and he merely waltzed over to the fridge, opening it and bending at the waist to observe what was inside. 

After only a moment of looking, he reached in and grabbed several apples, all bright red and crisp. He took care to avoid any of the ones with spots on them, Lucifer realized, and the demon whistled a cheery tune as he juggled four apples easily and then threw them all up at once. 

He snapped his fingers and a blender popped into existence, taking the fruits with ease and floating in the air as it blended them into a sauce. 

“There,” he said, smug and satisfied as the blender poured out several mini jars of perfectly liquified apples. “Nutritious and well-processed to avoid any chunks.” 

“Anyone can blend apples, smarta - smarty-pants,” Lucifer snapped. “I mean feed her. I don't give a shi - crud if you’re powerful and if you've read every single parenting book in the realm. If she doesn't like you, I’ll crush you here and now.” 

That was the barest truth of all of this. Lucifer was the most powerful of them all, could destroy any single one of them into dust if he truly wanted, so what did it matter if this single demon was slightly stronger than average? 

All demons had the potential to grow just as much as he had, but Lucifer didn’t give a flying rat's ass about that. It simply boiled down to if Charlie liked them. 

He refused to have someone be her caretaker if she hated them. She needed love, warmth, compassion - all the things no regular demon could give. She deserved those things, and Lucifer had already given his whole heart to her, but he knew it wasn't enough. 

For the first time since he got there, the demon hesitated. His smile waned only by a centimeter, but it was noticeable enough, and he eyed Charlie apprehensively. 

After another second of contemplation, he approached her slowly, and Lucifer watched from only a few feet away, his wings threatening to burst out of his back from how tense he was. 

He didn't know this demon, couldn't trust him as far as he could throw him, and if there was even the slightest chance that he would hurt Charlie, Lucifer had to intervene and make him eat his own intestines. 

Luckily, the demon didn't do such a thing. 

He set aside his microphone, leaning it against the counter, and he bent slightly so that he was eye-level with the baby. 

Charlie gurgled, a noise of curiosity more than apprehension or fear, and she drooled a little as she stared at him and blinked in question when he curled a finger and a jar of applesauce floated towards him. 

“Your Highness, although I know it must be very early in the morning for you, it's imperative to a young demon's health to eat well in order to grow and ascend to their rightful place,” the demon said. “In your case, it's your throne. It would be a tremendous help if you didn't make a fuss.” 

Lucifer watched in bewilderment. 

This man talked to his Charlie like she could understand a word that he just said. On good days, she could comprehend basic commands of no or stop , but that was the absolute limit. 

She didn't even know what her hands were, or had any sort of object permanence! How could this stupid demon expect her to understand any of that? 

But instead of flinging applesauce into his face like Lucifer expected, Charlie merely popped her lips, grumbled for a few seconds, and then opened her mouth obediently. 

Lucifer's jaw dropped as the demon laughed from his throat. 

“Well done, Princess,” the demon said, his eyes crescent-shaped from how pleased he was. He even spoon-fed her with his hand, not his magic, and he continued to speak like she was a grown woman instead of a baby who dribbled most of the applesauce down her chin and to her bib. “You are exceeding my expectations already. I have no doubt you will continue to do so.” 

He hummed as she continued to eat, slowly making her way through the jar of fruit. Anytime some of the sauce spilled out of the corner of her lips, he patiently wiped it away with a summoned handkerchief, and he even allowed her to grip onto one of his fingers as he fed her. 

Charlie loved grabbing things. It was her way of seeking comfort or validation when she was doing something new, and she had never eaten apples before this. She always loved to tug on Lucifer's hair or his clothes with an iron grip, but she seemed completely at ease as she licked at the spoon and smiled gummily at the demon when he tutted. 

“Your Highness, etiquette is important to proper young ladies like yourself,” he said, but his voice was gentle and not admonishing as he rubbed at her cheek again with his napkin. She beamed at the touch and giggled. “Yes, yes. You are forgiven. Now, let's make sure you don't regret your breakfast, shall we?” 

Before Lucifer even had a chance to say anything, the demon scooped Charlie up and out of her chair. Her legs kicked like she always did whenever she realized she was about to be carried, and she snuggled against his shoulder as he properly secured her to his chest and began patting her back. 

He was burping her. 

He had managed to feed her, soothe her, indulge her habit of grabbing things, and he was now burping her. 

Lucifer felt like a puppet whose strings were just cut as he sagged suddenly against the counter and had to grip it tightly to make sure he didn't crumble to the ground. 

For the first time ever since Charlie's birth, he had a moment of freedom, a moment to breathe, and he inhaled deeply as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and hysterically thought to himself that he now had a chance to shower.

“Demon,” he commanded as best as he could, but it really sounded like he was on the brink of toppling over as he continued to watch the pair. 

“Hmm?” The demon replied, never stopping as he continued to pat Charlie's back while walking in a circle, bouncing slightly with each step so she wouldn't grow bored. 

“Your name,” Lucifer said. 

The demon grinned at him. It was a disturbing smile, really, and Lucifer had half the mind to wipe it off his smug little face for daring to look so triumphant, but he refrained. 

After all, the demon seemed to understand the hidden meaning of his question, and when he spoke, his voice crackled at the edges of his pleasure as he bowed slightly and said, “Alastor.” 

“Well, Alastor,” Lucifer said, hauling himself up to his feet and trying to blink away the spots in his eyes. “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

Alastor purred. 

“I look forward to working with you, Your Majesty.” 

#radioapple #appleradio #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #alastor #charlie morningstar #resist much obey little

[saylorsaysstop]

Say Don't Go | Stephen Strange

a/n: i just wanted some angst and here it isssss

Everything had felt like it was crumbling around you for the last few weeks. The distance he put between you, the quiet which left you almost hollow. You would stare at the front door, beckoning him to walk through it, only for him to let you down. You didn’t know what to do or how to make it better. What was there to say to someone who wasn’t putting in the effort to love you as you deserved to be? 

The evenings he does come home, he won’t look at you. He won’t touch you. It’s as though a part of him that once adored you had died and all that remained was this silhouette of a man who used to belong to you. You knew his life was a strangled case of despair, that everything seemed to crumble around him after the accident. But you never expected Stephen to shut you out. You thought there was more to your relationship than this bitterness. 

Sitting on the barstool in front of the counter as you finish looking over a case for tomorrow at the hospital, that’s when your heart scatters in your chest at the unlocking of the front door. He stumbles inside, his complexion drained of all color. There is a heap of sorrow sitting in the middle of his back. The weight he carries looks detrimentally heavy and within time, you knew he’d fall to the ground and be crushed by his grief. 

“Stephen?” You call out to him. Your eyes trace the outline of his body, his bandaged hands, and the withering of his fingertips as he splays them on the door. You can see him taking in a couple of deep breaths before the sound of his forehead thumping against the wood has you closing your folder and crossing the distance before your brain can catch up. 

Standing before him with his back turned to you as it has been every time you see him, you swallow the thickness and blink back the tears. You will not cry in front of him. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t let him see you fall apart. 

“Stephen,” you say his name with a little more force. 

“What?” He snaps harshly, his head craning to the side. “What?” he asks again when you don’t respond immediately. 

“Where were you?”

“I was–” he draws in a sharp breath and stops talking. “Nowhere.” 

“Nowhere? Please, Stephen. Spare me. I know you’re hunting like some madman for a cure, some sort of way to fix this situation. When will it stop? When will you let me in?” 

Stephen’s shoulders clench. You can see it through his clothes. The tension could be sliced with a knife as thick as it lays between you two. “You couldn’t possibly begin to understand what I’m going through.” 

His words stab like a sword, straight to the heart. 

And the next words out of your mouth make him flinch. 

“I would be able to understand if you’d drop this grieving facade and let me in!” 

You wince after the term grieving, knowing that struck a chord in him. He slowly turns to face you and you see nothing but wariness on his features. His eyebrows pinch together as he glances up at the ceiling, forcing himself not to look you in the eye. 

“Grieving facade?” 

“Stephen, that’s not what–” 

“No, no. You don’t get to say that to me! I don’t expect you to understand what I’ve lost because of this damn accident! These hands,” he lifts his scarred hands, deep blooms of red and purple and blue splotching his skin from the surgery. His eyes are glassy but he won’t let them fall, just like he knows you won’t cry in front of him. “Are my life. My livelihood is centered on what I can do with them. I’m a neurosurgeon! The best there is! And now I can’t do what I do best! You wouldn’t understand. You’ll never understand.” 

You stare up at him and your body trembles with the desperate need to sob. “You shouldn’t even be here.” he finally pushes past you and leads himself into the kitchen. 

“What?” your voice cracks. 

“I don’t need you.” He whips around, his face reddening as the anger surges and boils to the surface. “I don’t need you coddling me! I don’t need you waiting here every night for me! I don’t need YOU!” 

The words are out of his mouth when the first tear slips free followed by another. And another. And another until his image is completely blurry from crying. That was the final thread, the string that held you two him. He just severed it in two. Your head falls into your hands as you sob uncontrollably, listening as the man that you loved just screamed that he didn’t need you. 

You’re not sure what’s going on in the rapidly spinning world but the moment you feel his touch on your shoulder, you find your bearings and flinch away from him. 

“I-” 

“NO!” You scream. “You don’t get to say that to me, Stephen! You don’t get to hurt me because YOU’RE hurt! That’s why I’m here– to help you! I know how much this accident has affected your life. I know there’s nothing more you love than to be in that operating room, saving lives, and making a name for yourself! I KNOW THAT! But you… You don’t get to say that to me. I can’t believe you said that!” 

Stephen’s face morphs into so many emotions but the one that sets in stone is remorse. Shaking your head, you walk over to the counter and grab your folder and purse. “Where are you going?” he asks. 

“Someplace where I’m needed since you don’t anymore.” 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Stephen’s voice is tight. “I’m just angry. I-”

Holding up your hand, he stops talking. “Figure it out.” 

His eyebrows lift. “What?” 

You point a finger at him. “Figure out what it is that will make you happy. Figure out what you need.” 

“I need you.” he hisses. “I need you!”

“You should’ve thought of that before you said you didn’t.”

“Am I not allowed to be angry?!” Stephen’s voice roars. 

You angrily wipe away your tears as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “Of course you do, Stephen. You’re allowed to fight, kick, punch, and scream. But never will you take that anger out on me, the only person who has stuck by your side since the accident happened! Who’s taken off work to be with you, to help you recover? Who’s cooked for you? Who has ensured you met every appointment, drove you to those appointments, who has loved you through this entire freaking mess?! ME, STEPHEN! ME! I’VE LOVED YOU THROUGH IT ALL!” 

Stephen flinches the higher your voice grows. Your chest heaves, a quick rise and fall as your nerves pulse with the need to throw something. You bite hard on your cheek until you taste blood, knowing that if you say anything else, you’ll bury the casket that was once your love for Stephen. You adore him. You love him. But you’ve officially reached your breaking point. 

“I need some time to regroup.” You exhale. 

“How long will that be?” Stephen dares to ask.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“I love you,” Stephen says.

His heart squeezes in his chest, waiting for you to say it back. But when you inhale and grab the doorknob, he feels you slip through his fingertips.

“Bye, Stephen,” you say before leaving.

It’s when the door shut behind you and you made it to the safety of your car that you sobbed your heart out.

#stephen strange #stephen strange angst #strephen strange x reader #stephen strange one shot #doctor strange #doctor strange angst #doctor strange x reader

[whatitshouldvebeen]

After your most recent fic I couldn’t n help imagining, how would Johnny react if he did accidentally kill the reader? Like maybe one of his beatings just goes too far, do you think he would be regretful or would he really just not care? I love all of your work 💕

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

Too Much Trouble part 2

Contains: death, extreme angst, don't read if you're sensitive 'cause I almost cried writing it

Johnny knew something was wrong the moment your body shuddered and went limp. 

Well, he knew something was wrong before that point. You were what was wrong. You and your annoying bullshit, the way you wouldn't leave him alone, the way you reached out and cupped his face and choked out you loved him as he strangled you. 

Why wouldn't you shut up? If you had just stopped following him around apologizing, begging for his forgiveness, asking what you could have done differently, this wouldn't have happened. 

His frustration peaked when you insisted he needed help, claiming his anger was an overreaction. You didn't get to decide the impact of your actions on him. If only you had focused more on his feelings than on justifying your mistakes, perhaps you'd have realized the need to stay silent.

But, no. You continued to express concern for him, wanting him to understand your perspective. As if he could comprehend the world through the lens of someone so foolish and lacking self-preservation. Being so fucking stupid as to claim he was the one with the problem as you were the source of every single issue in his life. 

In his mind, there was a snapshot of who you were supposed to be: docile, sweet, a homemaker, a mother, a comforter, an absolver. You always forgave him, you never gave up on him, and you never once even considered leaving him.

But when you strayed from that image; when you were stressed, when you were upset or angry, and especially when you dared to talk back, you weren't the person he idealized you as. You were pathetic, stupid, weak, and you disgusted him. 

So it felt natural when he beat you, strangled you, smashed you against the wall and threatened you. After all, you weren't behaving. You weren't conforming to his idealized version of you. You weren't the person he cared for, you were someone else entirely. And god, he hated it when you weren't the vision in his mind's eye.

But the moment that shudder coursed through your body, the hands that had been in the process of beating you stilled. The mouth that had been wishing your death silenced. The hate that had been coursing through his veins chilled. 

"Quit messin' around," he said, shoving your back as you lay face down on the ground in a pool of your own blood. You only jostled, then lay silent. 

Johnny shoved you again, then again, and you rolled over on your side. Your eyes were dull and lifeless, bloodshot and swollen from crying and being beaten. Your mouth hung open limply, blood trickling from your split lip.

Disbelief flooded him. You'd survived worse before, why did you give up this time? You told him you'd never leave him! You swore it on your life! Yet, you were gone. You'd lied. You did leave him. 

He didn't recognize the foreign feeling twisting in his stomach. Regret? Remorse? Wasn't this what he'd been wishing for every goddamn time you'd made him beat you back to your senses? 

He wiped his cheek. Your blood mixed with his tears, smearing across his face. 

"Baby?" He said, much softer. He rested a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your face was smashed almost beyond recognition. Your throat was purple and black. Even your tongue was swollen, holding your shattered mouth open. 

He sat on the floor, cradling your battered form. One hand stroked your hair, patches having been torn from your scalp when he flung you around the room. "Honey, this ain't funny. Quit pretendin'."

Johnny knew. He knew what he'd done. He finally freed himself of you. So why did it hurt? Why was his heart fracturing into a thousand glass shards, stabbing through his chest, more painful than any wound he'd ever sustained?

Tears were streaming down now, but he didn't notice until they splattered on your face. He angrily wiped them off you, which turned into a frenzy of trying to clean you. 

He ripped off his shirt and used it to rub away the blood until he could almost see the woman he could remember. The woman who would light up when he returned. Who would run into his arms, squeeze him tight, and tell him she missed him. Who told him she loved him as the last thing she said every night, even if he hardly ever responded. 

Who carried his baby.

Cold dread filled him. His baby, only two, and already their momma was gone. 

Johnny knew he wasn't a good father. He was hardly ever home, and when he was he spent more time annoyed with the kid than spending time with them. He'd get pissed when they repeated themselves, or when they'd beg for his attention, even though he knew they weren't doing it to anger him. 

And now their mother was cold, lifeless in his arms. The woman who had protected their kid on those days when he'd had enough of their whining and wanted to leave them in the woods. Who had assured him that he'd love them when they got older, and swore they were only so annoying because they didn't know any better. 

He sobbed, then. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but he was broken now. He held you tight and moaned, his body racked with tormenting pain. He hated you, but he realized he loved you even more. Only, it was too late. 

All he wanted to do was to bring you back even just for a moment to tell you how much you meant to him. He told your corpse all the things you'd hoped and prayed to hear every moment of your life. 

He said he wished he would've treated you better. He told you he loved you and he'd never again take you for granted. 

And there you lay, like all the times you'd told him you loved him and he responded with silence or distain. For the first time, he felt how you felt every moment of your life. 

He loved you even if you never returned the sentiment again. He loved you, even though you could never love him back. 

He loved you, but it'd always be too late.

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm game #texas chainsaw game #tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #tw death #extreme angst #tw abuse #abuse #extreme abuse #you fucking die

[gamerbearmira]

Here's an AU idea I had. Took some inspo from your Protective AU and ReikoMizutani's 'Whatever it Takes' fic. Mama Julieta is pissed and takes matters into her own hands.

Julieta stood in the courtyard of Casita, it was the dead of night and everyone else was asleep, and the only light came from the glowing candle that sat in the windowsill. Julieta looked up at the candle with pure disdain, she didn't understand, everyone had been given a special gift, everyone except little Mirabel, her gift ceremony was a few weeks ago, and the poor girl had been inconsolable ever since, she's convinced there's something wrong with her or she did something bad to not get a gift, but Julieta refuses to believe that, her Mirabel is the sweetest girl in the world, she deserves a gift more than anyone. As if being denied her birthright wasn't enough, people had begun to treat her differently, the townspeople gave her weird looks and whispered behind her back, Isabela had begun to distance herself from Mirabel, and Alma practically avoided her like the plague, shooing her away whenever she sought her out. To top it all off, Bruno had disappeared the night of Mirabel's ceremony, Julieta didn't know what to think about that, sure she was worried sick for her hermanito, but she had a horrible feeling that Bruno's disappearance was tied to Mirabel's ceremony in some way, if her brother had left simply because he was freaked out Mirabel didn't get a gift she would personally strangle him. It made her blood boil, Mirabel was crying herself to sleep each night in a nursery she had been promised she would move out of by now and was being ostracized by her own town and family for something she couldn't control, and it was all that stupid candle's fault!

Julieta seethed silently in anger until a clatter of tiles at her feet pulled her away from her thoughts, "what is it Casita?" She asked, unable to hide the anger in her voice, the house rumbled as it rearranged itself, forming a staircase up past the second floor and to the windowsill that held the candle. Julieta was confused but climbed the staircase nonetheless, she peeked through the window into the candle room to make sure her mother wasn't there before staring down at the candle like it was a piece of trash. "Why?" she asked angrily, "why did you do this to her? You were supposed to protect this family, how is ostracizing Mirabel protecting the family? All the other children got gifts, how is that fair? How does making Mirabel feel like she did something wrong, or isn't good enough for your miracle, help anyone?!" Julieta took deep breaths to keep herself from raising her voice further, the last thing she needed was to wake someone up. "Why?" She asked again, "doesn't she at least deserve an explanation?" The candle seemed to spark in response, was the candle mocking her? Julieta's anger came to a boiling point and she grabbed the candle in frustration, having half a mind to just throw it to the ground or snuff it out right then and there, but before she could do either of those things, the candle flared up and Julieta felt a burst of magic course through her.

The miracle answered, and everything became clear, of course, how could she have not seen it before? It wasn't the candle, or the miracle, it was Alma, she had always put so much pressure on the family, to use their gifts to serve the community, to earn their miracle, she demanded nothing less than perfection, Pepa was never allowed to just let her emotions be, she always had to bottle everything up and force moods on herself to make whatever weather was convenient, Julieta was practically chained to the kitchen since the day she turned five, seriously, who makes a five year old cook food for an entire town? And how many times have people come to her stand with minor injuries that would heal on their own within a week? It was ridiculous, poor Dolores had to hear so many uncomfortable things, invading other people's privacy just for the sake of 'keeping an eye on things' like she was little more than a walking surveillance system, and little Luisa, she had just gotten her gift a few years ago, but she was already saddled with so much work, just last week she had moved an entire house just so the owner wouldn't have to deal with their noisy neighbor, Julieta had tried to protest this, saying Luisa was too young to lift something that heavy, even with her super strength, but Alma had brushed her off, saying Luisa was 'just doing her part to help the community' why hadn't she objected more? She could see her daughter struggling under the weight, why hadn't she done more to stop it? It's no wonder Bruno left, Alma had always insisted he do visions to foresee potential danger and then chastise him when he gave a vision someone didn't like, as if he controlled the future. Bruno had already cracked under the pressure, how much longer until the rest of the family followed suit? Well no more.

Julieta held the candle close as she descended the staircase back to the ground floor, "thank you, Casita" she said as the home once again rearranged itself, the staircase now leading to a blank space on the wall of the second floor. Julieta smiled as she reached the second floor, she knew her daughter wasn't to blame for the failed ceremony, and she had been right, it was Alma's fault, Alma had put the gifts and serving the community over the well being of her family, in trying to 'earn' their miracle she had actually weakened it, to the point where the magic wasn't strong enough to give Mirabel a gift, Julieta would make sure the town knew who was to blame for the failed ceremony, she had heard far too many rumors about that regarding her daughter, but first she had to right her mother's wrong. Julieta put her hand on the wall, and the candle once again glowed brighter, the wall swirled with magic until it eventually formed a blank door, complete with an intricately carved doorknob engraved with an 'M', Mirabel's door was back, Julieta couldn't wait to see the look on her little girl's face, and she would make sure it works this time, Alma won't take anything else from this family ever again.

Bruno was startled from his sleep as Casita threw him off of the chair, "what was that for Casita?" He asked, Casita pointed towards the door of his makeshift room, urging him to look beyond it, Bruno shrugged and opened the door to see whatever it was Casita wanted him to see, in the darkness, it took Bruno a moment to see what it was Casita had woken him for, the cracks, which had laced the walls since long before Bruno took up residency there, were gone, some smaller cracks still remained, but the bigger ones that Bruno had tried desperately to patch had disappeared, as of they were never there. Bruno could only stare in shock as he thought back to his final vision, the one that drove him to hide within the walls:

Mirabel, standing in front of a cracked Casita, with Alma looming over her, holding the snuffed out candle and giving a stern look Bruno had come to expect from her, but shifting the tablet showed a different image, Mirabel in front of a now intact Casita, and instead of Alma, it was his sister Julieta, holding the burning candle as she smiled down at her daughter.

WHATEVER ITS TAKES MENTIONED RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

You i finished reading the rewrite. Amazing. Love the writing and the writer is so nice, y'all should check it out, its so good.

ANYWAY THIS IS SO RAD. I honestly need to do more protective content, its been a while (then again I need to revisit ALL my older aus tbh). Candle holder Julieta...I'm so down with it. Like who she is the most caring and she always has her family's beat interest in mind. Especially Mirabel. Imagine how heartbroken Julieta is whenever she's sees Mirabel mopping around. And she even noticed the other family members at their struggles. Like she wasn't having it anymore, and she is so real for that.

Also, random asf, but I love it when. They bully the candle. Like why bully each other, GET THAT CANDLE❗❓ anyway shout to candle for helping Julieta see who's REALLY at fault (Alma I still love you <///3).

Shameless plug to give fanart for whatever it takes and this snippet Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

ALAO BRUNO!!! COME OUT THE WALLS!!! Or like. Something. Hopefully he sees Julieta taking a stand 😭

THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVED READING IT (twice) AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE (if you have it and want to share with the class <333)

'Whatever It Takes" is by @reikomizuao3 on AO3 <3333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto bruno #encanto julieta #protective au #whatever it takes #we need more evil Madrigals #but like not towards each other #towards the REAL problem 🤨 #but also I don't condone violence guys

[ticklish-n-stuff]

OKAY SO ANOTHER REQ

Can be tickles or non tickles it’s up to you!!

I’m going to torment ur fav real quick ❤️

I would like to humbly order a fic of Mikey dreaming abt the events that happened in ep 10 and waking up terrified that Draken really left him (if you catch my drift)

And and and- usage of the bestest trope of character A rushing to Character B’s house to make sure they’re okay and just collapsing in their arms with a teary/sobbing “oh thank god…” whenever they answer the door

I am requesting the most immaculate comfort from Draken . 

Your local angst queen, signing off.

Ffs stop bottling up your emotions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME by writing Mikey angst 🥲

I don't think angst is my thing but I tried 😭

I hope you likey :3

I'm gonna go bawl my eyes out after writing this

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Mikey x Draken (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Draken

Warnings: Tickles! Angst! Panic attack! Cursing! Spoilers for ep 10!

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wake up… Wake up!

Mikey let out a strangled gasp, his body sitting upright, drenched in cold sweat. Or was it warm? His ears were ringing. Why can’t he feel his fingers or toes? Oh right, Draken… That awful nightmare where the worst came to fruition. But Draken is still with us, so why… Why is his chest so tight? Is there something blocking his airway? He can’t swallow for the life of him. Just make it stop!...

A moment of silence fell as his brain stopped spinning around. Why is he thinking about that of all things? Draken is probably snoring like a caveman at the long hours of 3:21 am… Maybe he should call and check just in case.

Over at Draken’s room, he felt his phone buzzing, causing him to stir up. Looking at the caller ID that read ‘Mikey’

“Tch, this better be good” with a tired grumble, he answered the call. “What is it”?

“I had a nightmare where you were gone and woke up having a panic attack so I thought I’d call to hear your voice”.

The sudden word vomit caused an eerie silence. If Draken wasn’t awake before, he definitely was now. His brain trying to catch up to process what the fuck was that. Before he could even say anything, Mikey beat him to it, “Anyways bye!”.

Anxious jitters making him hang up, just like that…

“Did this brat really just…” Draken’s face darkened as he practically growled in anger.

“If this prick thinks he can pull a stunt like that on me, he’s got another thing coming” he quickly grabbed a jacket and his keys, zooming over to Mikey’s place.

Once he got there, Draken banged on the door with zero hesitation. “Open up, I know you’re awake”.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, although Mikey didn’t dare look at him.

“What’s up?” He tried seeming nonchalant, which only made Draken scowl.

“Look at me, you asshole”

When he got no response, he took it upon himself to spin Toman's leader around. Shock falling upon Draken’s face when he saw the tears streaming down Mikey’s cheeks.

“Mikey… you’re crying” any anger he had started to disappear, replaced with pure concern.

“Huh?” the short male reached out, feeling the teary streak down his face “Oh, I guess I am”.

“The fuck you guess?! Talk to me, or I’ll beat you up”

That caused Mikey to let out a dry chuckle, but seeing how serious Draken was, he let out a sigh.

“It was just a silly dream, don’t get your boxers in a twist now”

Oh that really was the last straw. Draken picked him up by the collar, his eyes alone showed how upset he was.

“You don’t just call someone in the middle of the night, having a fucking panic attack, and then brush it off as nothing! The hell is wrong with you, Manjiro?!”

Mikey flinched at the rare use of his first name, his own frustration starting to seep out.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m so fucking afraid of losing my best friend for good? That I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night ever since that incident, dreaming of the worst to come? Is that what you want? For me to say that I can barely face you without my stomach twisting into a knot?! That as Toman’s leader I had to act fine for the sake of everyone else?!” hot tears streamed down Mikey’s cheeks, his words leaving Draken speechless. Had he really been suffering in silence this whole time..?

“Mikey… I had no idea” he loosened his grip, putting the leader back down.

“Well now you do” Mikey replied dryly, wiping off any stray tears.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms pull him into Draken’s chest.

“Huh…?” Mikey stood dumbfounded. Usually their form of affection was beating the snot out of each other and arguing over the dumbest stuff. A hug of all things felt foreign yet nice…

“I’m so sorry…”

That’s when the dam broke, all those pent up sobs finally came pouring out. Mikey buried his face into Draken’s chest, as the latter rubbed his back soothingly, whispering soft words of reassurance.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now”

Seeing his best friend so broken made his heart ache. Despite not having much experience with calming others, it seemed that his words and touches were working as Mikey’s breath became regulated.

“I think I’m better now…” he muttered out softly, feeling embarrassed over that whole display of emotion and affection. Hopefully Draken would leave now and they could forget about this—

“Bullshit” Draken spoke sharply, making Mikey snap his head at him.

“That part may be over, but now it’s time to make you less mopey and show you that you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried”

A slight smile tugged at Mikey’s lips before trying to hide it away.

“I saw that little smile” Draken smirked at him. “I’m not leaving ‘till I see a full-blown one though” Uh oh, there was an evil twinkle in his eyes.

Not long after, Draken picked up Mikey with ease. Launching him onto his bed. The latter tried escaping, turning on his belly and crawling away, but it was futile as Draken straddled his waist.

“Wahait, Kenny…!” The shorter male whined of all things, feeling strong fingers trace along his back.

“Pff, did you just whine? You’re so adorable pathetic sometimes” the vice captain mused out loud, watching as Mikey’s ears turned a nice crimson red. “Look, you aren’t even trying to fight back~” he cooed into the flushed ear, earning a squeak. Draken snickered at his best friend’s antics, his fingers starting to travel towards the back of Mikey’s ribs.

This earned all kinds of snorts of laughter “Nahahat thehehere! It’s so bahahad!” Mikey could barely get a word out without dissolving into a fit of giggles. It was always so precious seeing his usual tough friend look so soft and vulnerable. As much as Mikey would try to hide it, Draken loved that side of him.

“Oh yehehes there!” the vice captain said mockingly, pressing between the bones, pinching at them, watching Mikey’s shoulders shake with glee.

“Kehehenny, stahahap— EEE WAHAHAIT!!!” Mikey went ballistic as Draken suddenly went for the kill, his hands latching onto Mikey’s waist. Thumbs drilling against the hip bone and squeezing the area with vigor.

“Wait? Wait for what? Tickling waits for no man!” He laughed along with him, tormenting the sensitive hips.

“BWAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAP!” Mikey flailed around like a car dealer balloon. Limbs going anywhere and everywhere with zero sense of direction. His mind clouded, only thinking of the overwhelming ticklish feel.

“Hmm… I dunno… Lemme check” with that, Draken flipped him over, getting better access to his face. It was bright red, eyes pricked with happy tears, and most importantly, Mikey’s classic child-like smile. “Should I? You seem to be having a lot of fun~” he teased, trailing his fingers along Mikey’s tummy now.

Toman’s leader gave off an exasperated look. He couldn’t fight off that giddy smile even if he wanted to, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

“Fine, maybe a bit longer” he spoke sheepishly. And just like that, happy giggles and squeals filled up the once dull room. Hopefully the rest of the Sano household doesn’t get woken up…

Later on, when Mikey’s mind would wander back to that terrible thought, he’d always have a hand by his side to reassure him.

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#tokyo revengers tickle fic #manjiro sano #ken ryuguji #lee!mikey #ler!draken

[ravennaortiz]

Revenge

Summary: Little SOA/Mayans mashup. Angst, character death. Featuring OC Cori Lowman.

The silence in the house was deafening to Happy as he sat in his armchair across from his couch where his daughter Cori and two Mayans sat. What had started as a normal Sunday dinner for the two of them had turned into a deadly standoff. This situation right here was the direct result of being reckless in his early years as a killer for hire. Thinking he knew everything and was invincible that the past would never catch up with him. Happy was so lost in his own thoughts he almost didn't hear the roar of the motorcycle pull up. He closed his eyes as he heard the doorbell and the sound of Cori's strangled sob.

"Stay in here" ordered Angel to his younger brother EZ as he stood up to go and get the door. "Don't do anything stupid" he added before walking out of the room. The night was not going as planned and they couldn't afford a fuck up. Angel knew EZ was pissed at the trade the were making but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if they killed the girl. He believed no matter what a man did no woman in his life should have to pay for his sins. "You Juice?" he called through the door observing the other man through the door. He fit the description Happy had given and surprisingly had followed directions. "Yep" replied Juice as the door opened and he stepped in keeping his hands by his head as the tall Mayan shut the door.

"Sorry you got dragged into this mess. Your girl hasn't been hurt like Happy told you on the phone. My brother and I's beef is with her dad." stated Angel as he gestured with his gun for Juice to head to the living room. "Thanks I guess for being a decent human" replied Juice as they made there way to the living room. Angel sighed but bit his tongue on any response.

"Could we have a few moments to say goodbye" asked Happy quietly as he watched Juice make his way to Cori to comfort her. "No you-" started EZ his temper flaring before Angel cut him off. "Of course. We will wait in the hall give ya some privacy" replied Angel as he jerked his head at EZ to leave the room. "I really am sorry your daughter was here tonight. If we had known you had a kid we would have done some better surveillance" stated Angel before heading out. Happy nodded before he went over to join the other two on the couch.

"We should have just killed them. You really think she wont talk, wont get the SONS to track us down?" whispered EZ angrily as he shoved Angel. "You need to calm down little brother. Anger makes you make stupid decisions." snapped Angel as he pushed EZ into the wall and held him there. "That girl has nothing to do with the situation. She knows how the MC works and honestly I think if she decide she wanted revenge for what is to come tonight she will do it on her own." replied Angel after a moment once EZ had calmed some. "Just because someone is your enemy doesn't mean you have to treat them badly" he added.

*A few moments later*

Cori sat silently crying as Juice held her on the couch. Her dad had been walked out by the younger Mayan while the other stood in the doorway. Cori felt Juice tense as the Mayan came back towards them. "Relax, my word is good" stated the Mayan as he put his gun away and knelt in front of Cori. "I know this is hard to believe but I truly am sorry about this. You have my word your dads death will be quick and he will be buried properly. You also have my word you will be safe. If you ever need anything and cant get a hold of a SON you can call me and I'll make it happen" stated Angel as he handed a folded piece of paper to Cori before patting her knee and heading out of the house.

*Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!*

#sons of anarchy #ravennasmasterlist #juice ortiz #soa fanfiction #ravennasoc #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfiction #happy lowman #happy lowman fanfiction #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes #ez reyes

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Pierced my heart 6

It's been two weeks since Elder Crow had left. Now, it wasn't lonely... not with Robin around, at least. You felt like you didn't have time to feel depressed.

A new surprise every day. His charming smiles and enthusiasm every time he saw you. Even after all that's happened. It gave you a pleasant feeling.

As if you were the most important thing in the world. But still... there was no way he was allowed to cross that line again. You cross your arms and stare down at demon in question.

Those big green eyes meet your gaze. Cheeks puffed out in a pout. A large bump on his head. "You never give up, do you?" "Nope!" He says proudly.

You give a small huff, "Idiot." He gives that contagious smile again, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "I can't help it. Even if it's just for a second, I want to hold you."

"You're willing to die for that?!?!" Honestly, this imp was going to be the cause of any gray hairs you get. "Of course. You're worth any fate." How can it be possible to want to strangle and hug someone at the same time?

"That's rather selfish. Who says I want your blood on my hands? Making me bear the burden of your demise. Honestly, it's annoying." You rant your hands waving wildly in the air.

"What's the point?" You asked. "What?" He blinks, tilting his head like a confused puppy. For some reason, it makes you furious. So much so that you end up tearing your mask off to look him in the eye.

"What's the point in seeing me every day? What's the point in asking me questions? What's the point in saying you're going to marry me if you're just going to die recklessly! DON'T MAKE ME FALL FOR YOU IF YOUR JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME!!!"

You end up throwing your mask right in his stupid face. Panting with rage. Tears streaming down your cheeks.

He catches it, but he looks at you surprised. "I never thought of it that way before. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"AAAAARRRRRHHHHGGGG!" You spin around storming off. "Stupid demon.... idiot! Can't believe.... of all the!" Rambling a jumble of curses and scolding as your bare feet stomp in the mud.

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They were worried. That was a good sign, right? That meant they cared. Robin looks at the mask in his hand. So why did it feel like a lose when he saw that crying face?

He hadn't thought it through. He had been rather reckless he knew that. But it was so hard not to reach out for them.

He would need to apologize properly. Flowers, a good meal, no... he offered those often. It should be something special.

He stares down at the mask in his hand. They had thrown it in a fit of anger. He should toss it back over the line so that they can wear it again. After all these must be special to them for a reason if they wear it all the time.

He squints. Wait... oh no. A crack! Did that happen when he caught it? He hadn't seen it before. This wasn't good.

Wait! This could work... he studies the mask for a moment. He could make a similar one out of the beasts he hunted since it was made from bone. Maybe they wouldn't be as upset with his actions.

It has to be perfect. He rushes back to his camp. Searching for the perfect material. After finding what he was looking for, he got started.

Should he make an exact copy? Would that be rude? He wasn't sure since they weren't around to ask. Maybe he should make it a little different.

He carves meticulously. The little demon ends up carving multiple styles. Each one lovely and with different designs.

He inspects each one for a flaw. He couldn't offer an imperfect gift after all. He's so absorbed in his task that he doesn't realize you've returned.

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Why did you have to throw your mask at him? Honestly, that was your only connection left of your tribe and you chuck it like a rock. It didn't even hit him like you wanted it to.

You see him working on something. You sigh. What was he up to now? It must be something important because he didn't seem to notice as you approached.

Your toes brushed the edge of the property line. Was he...carving? You frown confused. What did he need to carve? He had magical arrows!

The wind blows your scent, floating on the breeze. He snaps his head in your direction. "WELCOME BACK!" He says enthusiastically.

"What are you doing?" He zooms over an armful of... masks? Why would he make those? You curiously meet his gaze.

"I noticed a crack in yours. And I know how important it is to you. So I tried making you a new one. But I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I made a bunch of different ones. I hope you like at least one of them!"

He babbled endlessly as you took one from the pile. "I'm sorry, should have thought about your feelings as well. I promise to be a better husband!"

His words are muffled in your ears as you stare silently at his work. Your face turns a bright red. Masks were often made by either family members or the person who would wear it.

You knew he didn't realize it. But making this enforced his claim of marriage. Saying he was serious about his suit.

Stupid demon... you slowly placed it on your head. You were also stupid, of course. Stupid for being pleased by this misunderstanding. But still, his heart was in the right place. "Thank you."

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #robin bars x reader #robin bars