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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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Could you maybe write some headcanons for how the demon brothers would feel about an MC who has a service dog for anxiety?

If you don't feel like writing it or it's too difficult that's completely okay too don't worry.

(I'm a service dog user myself so I just thought it would be nice.)

I hope you'll like these headcanons and that I got everything right! If there is anything I need to correct let me know.

Also sorry for taking so long, I needed to be finished with a fic for a collab first!

Demon brothers x gn!MC

Warning: Belphegor's part has spoilers for lesson 16!

MC with a service dog for anxiety

Lucifer

Since he is one of the people in charge of the exchange program he made sure to also prepare everything for your dog. Anything from food to all the way to paperwork so you two can go anywhere without being disturbed.

He is a dog person so he got a soft spot for your emotional support dog. The dog is probably more spoiled than you, at least until he starts to actually like you.

Since you are in need of your dog he won't bother it. He knows the dog has its job to do.

Is honestly relieved that you got someone other than his brothers to rely on, especially that being dragged to a different dimeons is not good for your mental health.

Mammon

So not only does he need to take care of a human, but he needs to take care of their dog too now??

Before actually realizing that your dog is more than a simple pet he wanted to include it in one of his money making schemes. After you and Lucifer tell him off he actually gets it and backs off

He does a 180° with his attitude and is really glad that there is someone to be near you when he can't be there to protect you. Lowkey he and the dog have some kind of nonverbal agreement on how to help you with your anxiety.

Tries to spoil the dog and buy luxury items for it. You'll have to let him know what could distract your service dog or not. He honestly gets everything really fast.

Leviathan

Jealous that he can't take Henry with him the way you can do with your service dog...and looking at him he might need some service/therapy/emotional support animal outside of his fish.

He knows how bad anxiety can be, so he is both greatfull that you got some support and a bit jealous because of it too.

He is really chill with the dog, he even made a small spot where it can relax when you stay in his room.

He once saw Henry trying to get your service dog's attention and took it as a sign that both of your guy's friendship/relationship is made to last for a long time.

Tries to find animes where the protagonist has a service dog for anxiety so you could relate to more chatacters

Satan

He has only read about service/therapy/emotional supports animals so he was really curious of seeing one in real life.

Be prepared to be asked a ton of questions about your dog's training, routine, how it helps you manage your anxiety. He sees it as a way to both get to know you better and to learn something new.

Might use the way your service dog helps to convince Lucifer to let him get an emotional support cat for his anger. Lucifer, of course, denies his request.

Just because he is a cat person it doesn't mean he doesn't love other animals as well. He knew that service dogs go through some training to be able to adapt to different situation, but being dragged to hell might go out of what any service animal is prepared for. He will go out of his way to give him a bit of training and some protection spells.

Asmodeus

He adores dogs. He had to be told that service animals are not the same thing as pets, so he can't go around playing and dressing up the poor dog.

He will pout about it for a bit before getting over it but that just means he can focus in spoiling you even more.

Lowkey educates the Devildom by accident about service animals due to how many Devilgram posts he makes about you and your dog.

A/N: ok but there is one event where Solomon talked with a fish and apparently the god damn fish had better working conditions than humans...so yeah, I guess animals are really treated with respect down there.

He will make sure that your service dog always look at its best. His resoning? Seeing him be so cute and soft will help you with your anxiety. He does make sure to not really separate it from you.

Beelzebub

He was watched very closely at the begging by his brothers, so he wouldn't try to eat you or your dog. It didn't take long for things to settle and for him to start liking your service dog. Especially that he likes dogs.

He might or might not have tried some of your service dog's food...he felt really sorry and went to buy any and all snacks he could find. MC would probably have to remind him what their dog can and can't eat.

He sees the dog as part of the family and takes it upon himself to make sure that both you and your service dog are safe and sound.

If, by some chance, you have to be away from their service dog Beel will be the first one to volunteer to take care of him.

Belphegor

How the fuck did both you and your service dog sneak into the attic, more times than once?? The poor animal is acting uneasy the first time it sees Belphie.

Imagine if you decide to sneak into the attic alone for your visits and leave your service dog behind. Those would be the times when the dog is on high alert.

OK BUT imagine lesson 16. One moment the dog is with you and the other the dog is trying to understand how you suddenly got hurt and die...

If after the incident your anxiety gets worse, your service dog would put himself between you and Belphegor to try and distract you/put you at ease.

Outside of all the angst, Belphie is pretty chill with the dog. If he wants to cuddle with you he will even welcome your service dog in the cuddle pile. He is honestly relieved that you got some support system, especially after the whole lesson 16 affair..

Also a dog person, so he will be very fond of your service dog.

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whumpacabra · 8 days

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Tea

Angst, referenced therapy, referenced nightmares, referenced scars, referenced past trauma

[Concurrent to Session #15]

It was that time in spring when it was cool enough for a jumper outside, but too hot to sit in a car in the sun. Nathan cracked open the car window and his book. He would say one thing about driving East to these weekly sessions - it gave him plenty of time to get caught up on his reading.

Or at least, it normally did. His phone started ringing just as he got settled in. Nathan was worried at first - he was always worried about his wards - but seeing the caller ID had something bitter creep up his throat.

“Jackson. How have you been?” He was too polite to start chewing him out right off the bat.

As much as he wanted to.

“I’m well, just wrapping up some loose ends. How’s East?” Jackson sounded…fine. Nonchalant and relaxed. As though he didn’t leave Nathan in charge of a man with a fabricated record, no background to speak of, and enough trauma to need weekly therapy sessions for months at a time.

“John. What the fuck were you thinking?” Nathan dropped his voice low, a furtive glance around the empty parking lot as though someone might overhear. “You shouldn’t have brought him here - I do not have the training to be an on-call psychiatric nurse.”

“I know - I know.” Jackson was almost audibly cringing. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t fair to drop…all that on you so suddenly.”

“It wasn’t... God, Jackson, you - I mean, you told me what to expect but…Christ.”

“That bad?”

“At the start. Like a goddamn robot, never left his room, always seemed a stern look away from bursting into tears.” Nathan sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Not exactly easy to pass off as a guy with assault charges who just got out on good behavior. I’m not sure any of the boys really bought that story.”

“Records are easier to fake than the experience, I guess.” Jackson sighed ruefully, an apology in his voice. “Have they been…how’s he doing with them?”

“Took a bit but he seems to have warmed up to a few. Al and Tierney took him out to the pub the other night.”

“A pub? He - that’s, that sounds like he’s doing a hell of a lot better than he was when I dropped him off.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” He winced even as the words left his lips - it was a bit cruel, but it was true. Jackson had really dropped off the face of the earth for the last few months. God, what Nathan wouldn’t give to be having this conversation in person. “Therapy has been helping - seems to be at least.”

“Good - good, I guess…I was worried he…I’m glad it’s working out.”

“Me too.” Nathan hummed, brow furrowed in thought. “Why call me now?”

“Well, if my time zones are correct he’s in a session right now - ”

“No, why are you checking in now? It’s been almost four fucking months Jackson.”

“I know - I know, I’m sorry - I’m on a plane home in…seven hours.” There was a rustle of paperwork on the other side of the line. Nathan could practically see Jackson dance around the question - evading explanation for what he could only hope was a damn good reason. “I was - I was actually wondering if I’d be able to meet with him in person, when I got back.”

“…sure. I’ll have to check his work schedule. Is this the kind of thing where I should give him a heads up or…if this more of a business visit?”

“Christ - no, nothing like that. By all means tell him I’ll be back in town and want to see him. I was thinking lunch maybe - if you, as his supervisor, give him permission.”

“I’ll consider it.” Nathan chuckled, sighing into the phone. “But John?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re even. Once he’s out of the program he’s on his own and I don’t want you to ask me to do something like this again.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, Nathan.”

“I know you are.” He hung up, pressing his forehead to the sun warmed steering wheel.

What he wouldn’t give for this to be normal - for East to be a normal probation case with a normal life to go back to. A normal felon with a normal support network or lack thereof that Nathan knew how to navigate, how to help. But East was so far from normal; no protocol or training or prior experience prepared Nathan for the desperate wreck of a man he had met all those months ago.

He hoped he had done everything right. He hoped Jackson wouldn’t fuck up what he had done right. He hoped he could forget about all this, the late night nightmares and the scars glimpsed under sleeves and the eyes that watched him with the expectation of pain. But Nathan knew he would be worrying about the poor bastard until the day he died, no matter where he ended up.

(All he could hope was that whatever Jackson had in mind, it was somewhere safe and quiet. Somewhere with black coffee and morning runs and good friends. Christ knew East deserved it.)

[Before The Target]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality

#whump #angst #therapy #past trauma #nightmares #scars #freelancers #not the in person chewing out Jackson deserves but to be fair Nate would want to throw hands. just a bit.#there’s context to what Nate owed Jackson but eh idk if it’ll come up naturally so this is what ya get #throwing it in the ‘If I ever get the time to write the Liza sequel I’ll tell you guys. this universe is vast and infinitely complex’#busy starting tomorrow with [redacted] so…wish me and mine safety and security. on account of the Horrors. o7 #in other news yaaaaaaay last week of classes I can finally focus on writing my thesis and get outta this place

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siriannatan · 9 months

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Poking a Dragon - ScfWhimmy

Just a random idea I got. Hope it's as cute as I think it is :D

fWhip could absolutely not focus on his paperwork. He was frankly tempted to close his curtains. And he'd have a good excuse, being a vampire (and half-dragon) to sit in the dark. But he liked to have some semblance of normalcy in his life. Especially when the sun was not beaming at his office window, and would often open it. Mostly out of habit but it felt nice even if he was technically dead. Made him feel like he was never changed. So why?

Because Jimmy and Scott apparently had nothing better to do as rulers than spar in fWhip's gardens. Right where he could see that they decided to, due to nice weather, do it shirtless... Why must the sun literally burn fWhip? Why can't it let him watch his unfairly tall and handsome boyfriends practice with their oversized (for fWhip but what did he know, he preferred the range offered by his crossbow) weapons? Both Scott's rune blade and Jimmy's tide caller trident were as long as their owners were tall.

The view was so tempting that his tail was long out of his control. Everything around his desk long smacked away as fWhip spend more time staring out his window than at his work. And growling when any of his staff offered them drinks and snacks. But what could he do? He couldn't forbid his staff from stopping his boyfriends from getting a heatstroke. And he couldn't go and... He had no idea what he'd do. Stand and stare there. Drooling or something.

He could send someone to tell them he wants to talk. And paperwork could wait...

So he did. Purposely ignoring Scott looking out his window and waving. Trying to process as many papers as he could before Jimmy and Scott were in his office. He got through a respectable amount before they walked in.

No weapons in sight - good for fWhip's heart, shirts barely buttoned. Snacks in hand. "I thought you didn't like tropical fruits," he hummed as Scott bit on a banana.

"You don't have many sweets out," the elf pouted. Adorable.

"Staff's in charge since I no longer need food," fWhip grinned, baring his fangs. Jimmy chuckled as Scott took another, aggressive bite. "Why must you two spar in my gardens? Don't you have better places to do that? Where my roses aren't endangered?" he changed the subject.

"We tried but got interrupted every five minutes," Jimmy sighed, flopping to the couch. "And we weren't anywhere near your flower."

fWhip just sighed. Of course, that's why. "So you're just avoiding work?" he hummed as he got his papers in order for tomorrow. Today his dragon brain was more interested in cuddles. "Please let me know you're over next time, so I can prepare the correct snacks at least," he sighed as the two grumbled and complained.

"We didn't want to interrupt, your helpers said you're busy..." Jimmy tried reasoning.

"They said they could ask but we thought you wouldn't mind..." Scott interjected with his most charming smile.

fWhip just sighed. His morons were just so cute. "Next time tell me. I'm not going to look like a bad host if anyone happens to see you two," he shook his head. "And you owe me cuddles, now," he added, hands on hips.

They did not mind after-exercise cuddles. Even if fWhip chased them into a bath first, graciously joining them since he was a good host after asking his staff to bring some cake for Scott. Jimmy would eat literally anything fWhip offered him, in astounding amounts. They even surprised him by almost forcing him into biting them. 'It's only fair since you put so much effort into feeding us,' Scott said over his cake, just before complaining that it had sour cherry jam in it. fWhip happened to like it while he was alive so Scott would have to leave with sweet and sour cake.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #empires jimmy #scfwhimmy

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years

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I was thinking Headmistress Roseheart wouldn't last long if yuu had powers imagine if yuu were a demon forcing her into a contract, a powerful vampire or a shinobi or yuu possess a very terrifying form of forbidden magic from their original world or yuu could knew psychology and allied with ghosts to make the headmistress believe that she starts going crazy there would be so many options . May I ask if you could write a scenario where yuu get headmistress Roseheart to step down as headmistress and leave?

"What are doing here?"

"You know this is a very comfy chair," Yuu didn't answer, their feet propped up on the desk as they flipped through some of the papers that were there. "I got to hand it to the old bird, he had good furniture taste at least."

Mrs.Rosehearts snatched the paperwork from the Prefects hands and glared. "Answer my question: why are you in my office?"

"Right. I want you out."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Out. You're a horrible headmistress, and honestly not that great of a person either. So step down and go back to your old job or something."

She scoffed. "You have some nerve coming in here and making demands when I'm in charge of your livelihood.”

“Ma’am, let’s not beat around the bush. You’re alive because I allow you to be.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a fact.” They stated simply. “You’re alive and well because Riddle is my friend.

“That’s a bold claim, and why should I believe a word you say?”

Yuu grinned. Mrs.Rosehearts swore their pupils looked slitted like a snakes for a moment. “I’m so glad you asked.” Yuu took their feet off the desk and stood. The room grew cold, the office door slammed shut and the click of the lock echoed in her ears. A strong stench permeated the air...was that sulfur? The lights flickered before going red. It left a shadow behind the prefect that distinctly like they had horns. “I would be very happy to show you why you should be afraid.”

“This is impossible,” The woman said as she looked around the room. A dark substance oozing from the walls. Was that ink or blood? It was hard to tell in the red light. “You don’t have magic.”

“Correction: I don’t have your realms magic. My powers come from...well lets just say a warm place very very very far south. Now if you were a sensible woman, you would talk business.”

#headmistress rosehearts au #twst yuu

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henryrodhamkissinger · 1 year

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You should read Clarice Lispector. Read the short stories “Imitation of a Rose,” “The Smallest Woman in the World,” “The Chicken” (sometimes translated as “The Hen”) and the rest of them but those are three standout pieces that showcase her singular voice in two of its most frequently used cadences.

Lispector is something special, of a piece with a tradition of modernist Jewish writers of short fiction like Kafka—my favorite artist of any medium in the world and the writer to whom she’s most frequently compared—and Walser (whose bizarrely enchanting immediacy and easy meandering through the world as though it were right before you, unmediated by the written word, nobody remembers but Kafka himself was once hailed as “a strange and intriguing young expressionist in the vein of Robert Walser.” Kafka was even charged with imitating Walser by some of the really Extra stupid early critics.)

What these poetic and enigmatic early 20th century Jewish writers had in common is probably something close to “immediacy.” In Kafka’s short works, his parable-like fiction, this is obviously more evident than in grand experiments like The Castle. I won’t speak to the specific ways that each of these do this except as an introductory passage to what’s so fantastic about Lispector, largely because if you get me going about Kafka I will be Tumblring all into the night. That is the verb the kids use, correct?

By immediacy I mean that in the short works of all three of these writers, one is plunged headfirst into a world. There is no procedure, there is no paperwork, you read the first lines and you simply inhabit the piece. And they are strange habitats in different ways (I am biting my lip til it bleeds trying not to Say at Length about Kafka but I’m doin this for the Ladies out there who are the victims of violent erasure by the phallogocentric textual economy of blarrdeblafgh).

Lispector’s womanness, though, IS pretty inextricably germane to reading her work. Her Jewishness less obviously so, less than in the case of Kafka: Lispector’s family fled the Holodomor in Ukraine when she was a toddler and she spent nearly all of her life in Rio, Brazil—her ethnic/religious ties are all tangled, as she makes some note of. On a very shallow reading of Lispector’s stories, one could see a comfortable bourgeois housewife, dutifully and blissfully happy to serve her Important Diplomat husband as her day job and do her little stories when she had some time away from the chores of a housewife. Take a look at this picture of her—she certainly garnered a reputation of the sort. No Gertrude Stein or even Anne Sexton modernist rebel woman here, a precocious learned talent who “looked like Marlene Dietrich and wrote like Virginia Woolf.”

I love Woolf immensely but it’s as though Gregory Rabassa picked a modernist writer out of a hat with this comparison. “She’s a pretty broad AND she can write, like ehhh some other dame who can write…I dunno, Hildegard von Bingen or some.” Lispector’s stories are like Kafka’s and Walser’s in that their brevity and immediacy gives way to a sense of parable. Very little similarity in terms of style, beyond this important formal feature, to any of the above mentioned writers or to any writer I’ve ever encountered.

Of course her inner life was hell and she smoked about an oil drum of cigarettes a day, and hid her scowl or devious smirk behind fashionable sunglasses—she put her hell on paper in the form of something sublime, and stylistically almost cherubic, stories of Goyaesque consuming darkness masterfully written with the deceptive simplicity and airiness of a song for children. Just as her stories seem to erupt out of the soil of the earth, their subjects are consumed by some element or another of oblivion, of returning to that chthonic, nourishing nothingness. I will nurture because this is how things are, but I want to be nurtured, not by you, not by God, but by death, at least by its glimmers offered in life — she seems to say.

The Totally Other is another expression of this void, and in stories like “The Smallest Woman in the World,” she examines, with granular psychological sensitivity, what happens when people see something totally alien to themselves, the obverse of what they believe themselves to be. All throughout this conceptual preoccupation (really, a straightforward obsession), her stories present themselves in the most lively form, her bestiary of incidental characters given such life it seems as though you could stop reading the words on the page and they would still speak to you nonetheless, in a voice, seriously, that you can hear. It’s thrilling in an easy and light way, and it is simultaneously something fearsome, powerful, numinous. She is quickly becoming perhaps my second favorite writer of any style or genre. Read her stories.

#clarice lispector

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diannagaygron · 5 years

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#just to rant for a minute #im still at work even though i shouldve been able to go home at 10 #i have to do notes and charges and tomorrow’s feeding chart and all the paperwork i didnt have time to do during the day #and also fix the whole fucking mess that happened with check ins today and get the correct information with the correct animal so thatll be #fun #(we’re really fucking busy because of thanksgiving coming up and the holidays in general)#(we’re litterally booked beyond capacity and i’m gonna fight the newer receptionist for doing that)#but at least natasha sent me an hour long rant video to listen do while i do this slskfhskdhs #hopefully itll make the time go by quicker ;n;#still havent watched dnp’s whole live show so who knows i might watch that #at least im getting paid overtime tho because my shifts lately have been god knows how long

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kuraiangeliusm · 2 years

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hey how r u?? can i ask a diluc angst

Character: Diluc Word Count: ~~2.3k 💀 (i surprised myself) Genre: Angst A/N: Oh hello dear anon! Here’s the fic u requested, sorry if it took so long bc I was somewhere else when I received this ask. Hope you enjoy it! I’m not very good at fics, but I do hope you like it<3 (this sucks el o el, Diluc's pov and yours are different times. They aren't in the same timeline. You'd understand later, i hope so🥲) barely proofread. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Diluc looks away from the piles of paper on his desk. His eyes gaze at the clock. 11pm. He’s supposed to be sleeping with you around this time. But his paperwork still piles up, and tonight was lonely. Maybe he should visit you, no? Bring you a few flowers. You’d want him to spend time with you, just like before. And just like before, Diluc looks longingly at his door, waiting for you to remind him to sleep, to have a good night’s rest, and to tell him that you loved him, no matter what. He sighs, saying he should just head to bed, and leave those thoughts for tomorrow.

_____________________________________________________________________ “Diluc, are you busy again?” You had asked him. “Mhm, yes. I’m sorry, maybe we could go out next time.” He continued writing on the papers he had received, saying that they were important. That’s alright, he’ll be free next time. You wanted to spend time with him, he’d been terribly busy these past few weeks, the only form of communication were the goodbyes he had before he left for his duties. You felt lonely, the winery was large but empty, with only Adelinde, Moco, and Hillie as your company whenever you came back from the adventurer’s guild. You decided to go there, seeing as you had nothing to do today. “Katheryne, are there any commissions today?” You had asked, hoping that there's at least one, you didn’t want to be staying at the winery the whole day. “Just hilichurl camps around the city, and delivering some food from Good Hunter. Oh, and a commission in Dragonspine, I do hope that’s alright.” She apologizes, sending you off with the list of things to do. “Welcome to Good Hunter, how can I help you?” Sara greeted. “A delivery commission, where’s the food and the location?” You prepared the bag for the food. “Oh, it’s reckless pallad, he’s in springvale right now. You can deliver it quickly, just give me the change.” Oh, not Reckless Pallad, you thought. But you couldn't choose what you always wanted. Sara gave the food and sent you off to your delivery. 3 Of your commissions were finished. Only the Dragonspine one was left. Adelinde happily gave you some thick clothes to shield you from the cold. Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Iris gives you directions. It’s just a few enemies, it’ll be done quickly. You trudged on the piles of snow falling down, the cold nipping at your skin. Getting up the mountain was the easy part. What you didn’t know is that there was a ruin grader hiding near the lawachurl habitat so now you needed to fight both.

“Oh my Archo-” You got quickly cut off as the lawachurl readied to launch another heap of snow at you, plus that ruin grader’s “eye” started charging up. You ran behind one of the stone walls you see, waiting for the lawachurl to finish throwing the pile of snow at seemingly nothing, and the ruin grader’s eye to stop charging. The ruin grader somehow spotted you, and aimed his eye at the stone wall, essentially breaking it, and you barely dodged it’s attacks. You use your vision to stun both of them, seeing an unstable rock formation above you. If only you could pinpoint the correct spot to completely demolish it. You searched above, finding a small crack. Using your vision for more power you struck that spot as hard as you could, darting for the exit as the rock and snow fell on the enemies. Crisis averted. Or so you thought. “Well that’s finally done, let’s return to Katheryne for my-” Uh oh. You looked behind, and there was an avalanche happening from the attack. “Oh crap, oh cra, oh cra-” You ran as fast as you could to avoid it, but it was no use. it had already caught up to you. You could only close your eyes for the impact.

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“...Miss Y/N, you’re awake!” A voice wakes you up from your sleep, rubbing your eyes, you see that your hands have bandages around them. You see Barbara standing next to you, worriedly fumbling over the bandages. “What happened?” You had questioned, after Barbara gave you some water to drink. “Well, you weren’t returning, and Master Diluc was getting very…antsy. So he went to Dragonspine and saw your body in the avalanche. He was very worried, he sent you to me but had to leave afterwards.” Your face dropped after you heard the last sentence, but you shook it off, and asked Barbara where he was. “Well…he’s probably on a mission to hunt down the abyss, but I don’t really know where he is, I’m sorry” She apologized and offered to get you another glass of water. She walked out, leaving you alone again. Maybe Diluc would come back and visit you sometime later. Maybe. You spent the rest of the day in your bed, Barbara telling you about the cathedral and her singing some songs for you. You were happy that the girl tried cheering you up, and her voice was of course, angelic, but you still missed Diluc.

Barbara said good night at 9pm, telling you to rest up so that you can recover better. But you wanted to wait for Diluc, if he’d ever come. Your eyes stared at the clock. 11pm. You would remind Diluc to go to bed at this time. He wasn’t here yet. Finding no more use in staying up, you lay down and drift off to sleep. ______________________________________ Another tiring day, Diluc thought. He finished off the last of the hilichurls roaming around. He looked at the horizon, the sun was coming up. Around this time you'd chastise him for being awake, even when you told him to sleep already. He smiled at the memory. He did miss you very much.

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Up again. And no signs of Diluc anywhere. Maybe he was too busy, and forgot. That's alright...he could visit you today, no? You waited for Barbara or another nun to come in, seeing as you couldn't leave the bed yet. "Good morning Miss Y/N! I've got news about Master Diluc's whereabouts!" Barbara happily greeted you, setting the tray of food down. "So, what's the news?" You got a piece of pancake, waiting for Barbara to tell you. "Well, I went to Jean today, and she said that Master Diluc is out. She said another lead from the Abyss or was it the Fatui? Nevertheless, it had surfaced. She doesn't know when he'll come back though, I'm sorry…" Barbara looked so sad that you forgot you were sad, you just told her it was ok and that Diluc had been busy for quite some time. Barbara said you could spend a little more time in the Cathedral, then you could go back to the winery. You thank her and finish the tray, letting her walk off to her Deaconess duties.

The time had come to be discharged, Barbara helped you get up and wished you well. She also said you couldn't do commissions for at least a week. This bummed you out, seeing that Diluc won't be returning for a while. But you can't always get what you want. You entered the winery, greeted by Adelinde. She helped you with your stuff, and you plopped on the bed. Maybe when he comes back you could maybe take him out for a picnic of some sort.

The next few weeks were a blur. You could barely do anything, Katheryne had decided to not let you go to any dangerous commission for a while, so you were stuck running errands back and forth. Diluc also hadn't returned, which was weird because he usually takes a shorter time than this. But tonight, while reading a book for the nth time, you see Diluc outside the manor. "Diluc, are you alright?" You worriedly led him inside, examining for wounds. He doesn't respond, looking tired, you let him lay down while you tended to him. He had already passed out by the time you were finished. You wanted to talk, yes but you just left that for tomorrow. He'd probably be less busy now. You grabbed a blanket and kissed him goodnight.

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Diluc decides he should visit you. Maybe some small talk, even if he wasn't a fan of it. Anything to keep you company. He went to Flora and had asked for your favorite flowers, remembering you teaching him how to make flower crowns. But he wasn't listening, and maybe now, he realized he should've. He should go buy your favorite food too, Good Hunter's just a few steps away. He thanks Flora and holds the bouquet in his hand.

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"Good Morning, did you have a good rest?" You woke him up, he'd overslept quite a bit. "What...time is it" he tried opening his eyes, his blanket dropping to the floor. "9 am. Not too late dearest. I suppose you're free today?" You hope you didn't sound that expectant, but Diluc could see the look in your eyes. "Yes...I'll be able to go with you today." He seemed hesitant but you would take any chance to spend time with him. You got up slowly, you may be healed but it still ached. Diluc allowed himself to get ready, while you packed for a picnic. He did seem a bit distant, but that's alright, he might be a bit worn from his travels.

"Diluc, look!" You had pointed at your favorite flower, setting up the mat so that you could eat. But Diluc looked like he had something on his mind. You tried to enjoy your time, helping him make flower crowns, and even feeding him the food you cooked. But he just seemed so nonchalant and uninterested. You sighed, giving up. "You can go home, I'll fix up." You let him go, seeing as he looked stiff and always looking at the direction of the winery. He told you he should help, but you told him you'd be ok, the winery is near and he was near you. He hesitated but ultimately left you. You packed it up, realizing that it was getting wet because of...tears. You had wiped your face, the flower crowns you had tried making were slowly falling apart. Already being with him was hard enough. You finished, already walking back, it had gotten dark.

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Diluc had the food packed nicely and the bouquet in his hand, walking down the streets towards you. Those flower crowns you made, he didn't quite know how. He should've listened. It would've been nice on your birthday, a few flower crowns to show you were always the queen of his heart. If only he hadn't been so selfish.

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Shit. Treasure hoarders looking for some quick coin. They were waiting for you. You couldn't scream for Diluc yet, you were too far, so you ran. Your legs ached, you weren't used to running after the incident. "C'mere lads she went this way!" screams were heard from a distance. Only a few steps more and you could ask for help. An arrow was shot, landing next to you. "DILUC!" You had shouted, hoping he'd hear you, they were catching up. But a stick decided it would be alright to let you trip, right before you could scream again. Crap, you tried getting up. "Well, well, and what do we have here?" But before they could talk anymore, you kicked up, albeit stressing your legs and landed a punch on his face. Screaming once more for Diluc, you tried stunning them with your vision. You would have succeeded, if only you had blocked that arrow that went straight to your stomach. "..no…" you fell down, trying to get your breath back. Damn it, you could've had the chance to shout but the wound was draining you all too fast, and the enemies started surrounding you. They were about to shoot the final blow until you heard, "BURN!" You knew it was Diluc, but you couldn't get your eyes open to see properly. "Hey, hey, look at me. You'll be ok. I'll get you to Mondstadt, stay with me." He slowly carried your body up, and dashed towards the city.

It was no use. The blood had already drained by the time Barbara was alerted. He wouldn't dare look at you, only letting Barbara bring your body to the Cathedral. But you were already gone. Diluc had already known about the news. Your funeral was attended by many, wanting to pay your respects. It would take Diluc quite some time to come visiting you again. But he will. One day.

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He's arrived. You still look as lovely as ever. He sets the flowers on your grave. "How are you doing today? I apologize for not visiting. I...bought you your favorites, I do hope you'd like them." He sits down, getting a few flowers from the bouquet. Trying to make a simple flower crown, he put two flowers on their ends, to no use. He didn't really understand how to do it like you always did. "I'm sorry." He starts. "For not being with you, and not cherishing those little things you always did. I...do hope you're much happier now." He places the flowers down and looks to your grave. "I love you."

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A/N: hello hello! Hope u liked that, i hope it wasn't too confusing. Sorry it took so long, I was in a little writer's block aha, school has a lot of projects rn. Ty so much for reading, a reblog/note would be highly appreciated<3

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anxiouslyfred · 2 years

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Janus’s Cafe

Here’s my gift for @threecrowsinatrenchcoat as part of the @sanderssidesgiftxchange

Summary: Janus didn't expect to make friends through the cafe when he opened it, but then again he never expected the regulars to be as wildly different as they are either. Now he's got employees he never intended to hire, and a first aid kit ever within grabbing reach.

Word Count: 3359 Also posted on AO3

Warnings: Injuries, Blood mention,

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The cafe had been something of a passion project as Janus got it running and profitable. He'd studied business alongside the psychology of self-care and set about making his cafe the perfect retreat for people to relax in.

He'd never expected to make friends by running it, or have two of them basically decide to be employees, almost without actually asking. Still the jumble of characters that not only made themselves regulars but also friends was a group Janus was loath to lose now he'd gotten to know them all.

“I know I stepped away to serve a customer but I doubt even you can be interested by tax returns, Logan.” Janus remarked, coming back to the table he always claimed near the counter if paperwork needed doing. Instead of empty as he'd left it, one of his regular customers was now sat by his laptop checking the form Janus had been filling out.

Logan glanced up at him before returning to the form. “I'm more interested in correcting the errors you've made while distracted. I seldom find cafes such an ideal location to work and would prefer you don't have to lose it due to incorrect taxes. Why don't you focus on serving and the other aspects of running your cafe while I get these forms ready for you to file?” His tone made the suggestion basically an order.

Mildly affronted and fairly disbelieving of what was being done, Janus challenged it, “Because I know you well enough to expect there'll be a discussion of payment as soon as a quiet period arrives and I'd prefer not to have an unexpected outlay to amend those for.”

“Here are the normal rates I charge for freelance work and as I took the task on rather than being requested to aid, you can have a 15% discount on them.” Logan pulled up a page on screen, opened from his own email account before turning it for Janus to see. “If it's preferable to you, I'll include that while going through these and that will be the rate you are charged for any future assistance too.”

“Most accountants don't just take on clients without being sought out, you know.” He had to state, eyebrow raised challengingly as Logan finally met his gaze.

Logan just smirked and nodded, “And most people who preach about the importance of self-care know the importance of asking for help and accepting it when offered.”

“Touche. Tell me when you're done as I believe there are people for me to serve now.” He turned back to the counter, but kept an eye over on the table for the afternoon, occasionally bringing over drink refills. Since Logan was technically doing work for him it was the least he could do.

Honestly, it was doubtful that Janus wouldn't have asked Logan for assistance at some point while balancing the taxes and costs of running his cafe, but having his customer and friend basically decide to have him as a client was mildly surprising.

The cafe had grown very busy as people came in for their lunches. Janus had just had to go and put a few things on to cook for orders people had made before serving the next customer. “Who's ne- … Patton, why are you behind the counter?” He broke off calling for the next customer at the realisation there was already somebody stood there.

“There was a queue building up and you've been really stressed today so I decided to help out Kiddo.” Patton cheerfully replied, while making the drink that had just been ordered.

Janus swatted at Patton's hands to take over making the drink, hissing, “I'm not letting you work behind the counter unless you're actually employed.”

That didn't have the impact he'd hoped for when Patton chuckled, turning back to ask for the next order with the comment, “Well if you're offering me the job then I'm more than happy to take it.”

“That's not – Okay you're staying after the cafe is closed tonight so we can actually discuss this. Deciding to help out is not the right way to get a job and Please tell me that's not how you got employed as the veterinary receptionist?” Janus tried arguing again but didn't want to have a full argument while there was a queue of customers. With a sigh he gave in and decided to at least try getting Patton to talk about this properly later.

“Of course not, Jan, I applied and got interviewed for that.” Patton passed the next drink order to him as he spoke only to get properly shooed away from the counter finally.

“Good to know, now go back to your coffee and let me serve the customers. You aren't an employee yet.”

Janus had been resolute when opening the cafe that he didn't need to employ anyone and could fit in taking time for himself around running the cafe. He had definitely been overruled in regards to that, but at least his regulars turned employees seemed to be taking care of themselves the best out of his friends. Looking after his regulars was more important than the costs despite what a couple of them believed. That had been why he refused to let anyone out of his employ work in the shop usually.

“Potions maker! Energy brew please!” There had been a lull in customers that Janus had used to have a coffee for himself when Remus barged in, coming to lean almost the entire way over the counter. There was a cut over his cheek and his eye definitely looked like it would be showing a black eye in a matter of hours.

“You're bleeding and are more interested in getting coffee than first aid?” Janus tried to sound scolding but really was already too used to Remus's antics for this new development to really surprise him. He bent to find the first aid kit he'd placed under the counter in case of emergencies.

Remus however just waved off the concern, “It's just a scratch. Now give me bean juice!”

“I've got the first aid kit and you're gonna sit still while I tend that wound or you'll be on decaf for the next month.” He rounded the counter, kit in hand, and pushed Remus over to the comfier chairs with his free hand.

Patton had come in a while earlier to have a drink and read but now jumped up, moving to the counter. “Kiddo, want me to tend the counter while you help Remus?”

“Thank you Patton.” Janus nodded, but focused on pushing Remus into a seat and getting a better look at the wounds.

“But Duke Coffington, I wanna drink the energy juice! The bleeding's almost stopped.” Remus protested, constantly trying to stand although it didn't take any effort beyond a hand on his shoulder to get him down again.

Janus rolled his eyes, pulling out an antiseptic wipe to clean the cut, “I don't care. You will look after yourself or wait for your drink while I look after you instead. Also you're the one that tries to be a duke, pick some other singer to get nickname inspiration from.” He could only assume Remus was trying to make a play on the name of the jazz artist Duke Ellington since there was no other reason to connect that title to him.

It was rare for Janus to bend the rules on paying for items, but especially with his friends he was ever ready to waver them in favour of them taking a freaking break. It seemed none of his regular customers understood how to take care of themselves or take proper breaks from the things they stressed over.

“Virgil, everyday this week your eyeshadow has seemed more and more to be just part of your skin, have you perchance heard of this wonderful activity called sleeping?” Janus had heard the order that had been placed but made no move to make it or input it into the till. Instead he scrutinised Virgil's face, expression carefully neutral.

His reply was a groan and a shrug. “No time to sleep. I've got 4 major projects that have to be finished this week and nothing is going right on them.”

“Probably because you're too tired to properly work on them. Come now, take a nap on one of the sofas and I'll bring your order over when you wake up.” Previous attempts to make Virgil take his health seriously was all that stopped Janus from trying to coax him into a nap. Only Patton seemed to be able to manage that, but suggesting it and trying to withhold coffee sometimes worked.

The tired glare thrown at him showed that wasn't enough today. “Just give me a coffee so I can get at least one of them finished before getting screamed at by another client.” Virgil growled out.

Pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes slightly Janus decided that Virgil's health was more important than the minimal profit to the cafe. “One time offer, I'll give you a chamomile tea and cranberry jam scone for free if you only work while eating them and take a nap immediately after finishing them. I will be watching and ready to confiscate your laptop if you lie.”

“Unless I get lucky and Remus comes in to distract you before then.” The counter was immediately thrown back, somehow most of the regulars were convinced Janus liked Remus more than the rest of them.

“Bold of you to believe I can't focus on multiple things at once. I do run this cafe after all.” He stated, moving to get the scone set on a plate.

Virgil groaned again at that, flinging his hands a little, accepting the deal in the grumpiest way Janus had ever seen. “Ugh, Fine! I'll take the free treats and then have a nap! Happy now?”

“Spectacularly.”

There had never been an intention for any themed evenings, or poetry readings to be arranged in Janus's cafe. He'd barely considered occasionally having live music, only deciding to because he enjoyed listening to it and relished in the excuse to do it. That never meant that Roman wasn't a law unto himself, just like his twin was and had quickly found the best corner for performances to be done in the cafe to recite from.

Once Roman had decided on that it became an unfortunately frequent occurrence for someone to approach Janus at the counter frowning as the current lady approaching was. “Sir, I admire that you're giving amateurs the chance to practise performing in your cafe, but can you request they at least perform solo scenes or have a friend take the other role? This guy reciting half the lines to a scene leaving the others a complete blank is really distracting when I just want to have a warm drink.”

Janus closed his eyes and took a deep breath before replying, pasting on a calming smile. “Thank you for pointing out that Roman's arrived. We've had a rush of customers so I hadn't noticed. I'll speak to him.”

He sighed as he stepped away from the counter, gesturing he'll only be a minute to the next customer. There Roman stood in his corner, a script in hand.

“You're walking a lonely road,

Not something many would goad.

Are you going to your abode?”

He paused, tilting his head and moving as if listening to the reply.

“You'll know how?

By sign or street or cow?

Why aren't you there now?”

Janus waited for a moment after the line was finished, expecting some action to interrupt before he could stop the scene. When none came he stepped close enough to pull the script away, “Wonderful to see you again Roman, but as I've said before, this is not your rehearsal space.”

“Janus, my delightful barista, I'm sure you can't fault me for wanting to introduce the people to such wonderful works of artistry as this!” Roman greeted him with open arms, before turning to present his corner for rehearsing.

“I can when nobody has a clue what conversation you're meant to be performing is given you're skipping half the lines.” He chided, crossing his arms over the confiscated script.

Roman's hand came to cover his heart in affront. “They aren't for me to perform and I've not seen Patton or Logan to ask for help. Perhaps you, my dear, could-”

Janus cut off the suggestion before it could be finished, waving to the front of the cafe. “If it hasn't escaped your attention, I am running a cafe and need to serve my customers. Find some poetry to recite if you must remain performing, otherwise sit and take a break.”

“But I need to be prepared for my audition.” Roman pouted at him, trying to take his script back.

“From what I've just seen, you already are, Darling. Now place your behind on a seat and stop making people wonder what your lines are from.” Compliments always were the easiest way to convince Roman to conclude a performance and it was true that he'd been barely looking at the script before Janus came over.

“I'll come and order my treats for the day first. My apologies for any disturbance, Janus.” He was mollified but still pouting slightly. He cheered up a bit when Janus added whipped cream to the top without asking.

Yes, Janus had an unusual mix of regular customers turned into friends, and he was likely to indulge them to some degree in their eccentricities. He was really just thankful that with the exception of Remus they'd all learnt the basics of serving for the instances he had to drop everything to perform first aid. Also that Virgil and Roman refused every time he'd offered to include them as part time employees, pointing out the most they ever covered for was an hour or two a month.

“Janus! Our Hero! The only one who can get the Duke to accept help! I'm taking over the counter!” Roman storming into the cafe like a tornado didn't usually include leaping the counter, nor pushing Janus to leave it.

The lack of the mentioned friend in the cafe did only get a confused reaction, and a worried look around the cafe. “Roman, what? He's not even here.”

“Outside, beside my car. He was staggering when I passed him. I've got a kit prepared for bigger injuries than yours in my car so here's my keys. Just get my brother to listen.” Roman just continued shooing him away, pulling keys from a pocket and pushing them at Janus as well.

There wasn't a moment to think when Roman came barging in saying things like that only to shove Janus towards the door of the cafe. He could only grab his own first aid kit and pray this wouldn't be the day he had to insist on calling an ambulance.

Thankfully Remus was still sitting where Roman had said when Janus got there, although it looked like more of his shirt was tied around his legs than still part of the original garment. “I'm not sure if I should be grateful that your injury has kept you sat there or concerned that it's serious enough to do so.”

“There's my favourite pair of eyes. Your brown eye looks like a volcano's lava today. Look at me so I can see if you've got lightning happening in your grey one.” Remus's words slurred and one of his hands tried to make Janus meet his gaze.

It was too easy to pull the hand away as he knelt to look at the legs still profusely bleeding. “No, Currently you can close your eyes and brace yourself while I clean this cut. What the hell did you do to get your legs sliced so much?” He took a moment to get the first aid kit from Roman's car, now understanding why a bigger kit would be useful and grabbing a water bottle at the same time.

“Climbing railings. I wanted to torment those bullies Logan's working with. Give them nightmares.” The pride in describing the mischief he'd been trying to do wasn't missed, but Janus was mostly focused for the moment on using his handkerchief to clean the cuts, rinsing it with water often. He'd already untied the scraps of Remus's shirt from his left leg and cut away the fabric of his jeans that was trying to fall over them.

“Well I'm sure the blood trail coming away from there has probably done that. When did you destroy your shirt to tie around these?” Janus had to ask, wondering if Remus could have lost too much blood and needed a transfusion. The wounds had begun bleeding more heavily the instant he'd removed the shirt scraps that had been tied around them.

There was a pause as Remus tried to remember the detail and Janus got bandages wrapped around his left leg and moved to start tending to the injuries on the right. “After I'd rounded to the front of the building. I didn't want you to get suspected of murder or something because I needed your loving touch for my pains.”

Janus let out a heavy breath, frowning up at him before refocusing on tending the injuries. “As thrilled as I am to hear you actually are seeking out first aid now, I must ask that in the future you avoid getting so injured. It really isn't good for you.” It wasn't a surprise that Janus was the one Remus sought first aid from. The first time Janus had tried using soap to clean Remus's wounds he'd seen how badly Remus took just the suggestion and found alternatives to use from then on. He was well aware that most people wouldn't do that, even among their friends after Logan's lecture on injury care one afternoon.

“But it's fun, and you ignore it when I say I could drown in your voice but give me attention if I'm walking wounded.” Remus huffed, pouting and fidgeting so Janus couldn't properly clean his wounds.

“Legs still.” He instructed, gripping lightly to ensure that was followed, and humming a little as he cleaned the next scratch. “So if I took you on a date would that get you to stop treating your life as expendable?” He wondered. It wasn't something he'd have suggested usually but Remus was an infinite adventure to know and oddly sweet in his gestures . Aside from that the other had been flirting basically from the first time he'd joined Roman in visiting the cafe so what attraction Janus had ignored given the man was a customer was definitely reciprocated, if masochistically so.

“Yes! Tomorrow night we can have dinner together! What gardens should I break into to steal you flowers?” All movement in Remus's body seemed to get diverted to his head with how still he went while nodding wildly.

Janus leaned back for a moment, reaching for more bandages and looking up at him consideringly. “I don't trust you not to get into a fight doing that. Why not Roman's neighbours and we'll ask him to keep an eye that you don't make your injuries worse overnight?” The neighbours had been mentioned a couple of times by either twin as aggravating at best, homophobes two steps from assaulting someone at worst, so losing some flowers or having a destroyed garden wasn't really something Janus minded scheduling for them.

“I get to destroy the pretentious git's gardens? Of fucking course we can do that!” With the way Remus moved then Janus was fairly sure Remus had been about to jump up to declare his brother an accomplice needing to help plan their attack before remembering the half finished bandages on his legs.

Deciding to remain seated, Remus rambled on about how their date would be and other things they could do together as Janus finished bandaging the wounds. He'd have to wait and see if his worry over Remus turning up with injuries could actually be reduced, but dating him was guaranteed to be an adventure, even more than running his cafe was.

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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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Hi fanmoose! Got a prompt for you, if you're interested: Levi seeing the 104th and the vets preparing gifts for Hange's birthday, but he's wondering what to give them so he goes above and beyond... all the Scouts are taken by surprise.

Thanks, and good luck!

i changed a couple of things..... hope you still enjoy it! thanks for the prompt <3

Jean got a notebook. Armin made a new quill, using a feather from the owl he and Mikasa caught. Connie brought from his home village a whole basket of peers Hange loved so much. Sasha was responsible for baking a cake.

Nifa made her favorite brownies. Mike decided to gift Hange a new jacket, Nanaba bought a new pair of shoes, Erwin got her a new pair of glasses and a microscope she was whining about for so long. Moblit drew a fucking portrait of her.

Even Eren, as obtuse as he was, prepared a present for Hange.

“My mom was very good at sewing,” he shared with Levi, in the middle of his training, “she didn’t teach me how to do it,” at that, his voice lost some of its edge, tints of sadness appearing, “but Mikasa knows how to sew and she promised to help me with it!”

Levi could only arch an eyebrow. “And how is that related to a gift for Hange?”

Eren leaned closer with a hand next to his mouth, looking so serious, like he was going to tell the biggest secret in the world. “I’m going to sew a plushie for Squad Leader.”

“A plushie? A fucking toy with your titan’s face?”

There was a beat of silence. Then… “Damn it.” Eren took head in his hands, tugging at his hair with alarming desperation. “Damn it! I should have sewed the plushie of my Titan! Hange-san loves it!”

Yeah, as much as it annoyed Levi, there was certainly no way he could deny that.

“So… what did you sew instead?”

Peaking beneath his fingers, Eren mumbled. “A plushie of me holding a heart that says ‘I love you, Hange’.”

Fuck… as dense as Eren was, Levi had to admit… the gift was not bad at all. Especially for Eren. Especially comparing to his gift, which consisted of…

Nothing.

Just two days were left before Hange’s birthday, and he still no idea what to give her. Hange was probably expecting a present from him. Or, maybe, she was not. She was nice like that – always giving without asking for something in return. Hange was also kind, she thought he was her friend, and even more than that. Best friend, she once told him. And Levi had to admit. He felt it too. Hange was his friend. The first one he made in Survey Corps. The closest one he had.

Some friend he was, apparently. Not even preparing a gift for her.

Sensibly, he knew that he was making a problem out of nothing. He could give Hange something simple – a shampoo she obviously didn’t possess; a book she would probably like and squeal in his ear about; a new shirt or a bottle of good wine.

Hange would probably enjoy these kinds of gift. They were certainly useful. But were they meaningful? Would Hange remember them, ten years from now?

He wanted her to. Hange was his friend, perhaps, even something more. He wanted only the best for her. That’s why picking up a gift was such a problem.

With only two days left, Levi was getting desperate. He was thinking about seeking out help, but just before he gathered the strength…

The help came to him themselves.

“Good day, Levi,” with a good-natured smile, Erwin invaded his office, Mike and Nanaba trailing after him. “Are you busy?”

Levi pointedly looked at the mountain of paperwork on his desk. “Yes,” he drew, “All thanks to you, Erwin.”

“Well, you can take a break,” Erwin waved his hand dismissively, and took a seat on the opposite end of Levi’s desk. Nanaba and Mike occupied the sofa. “We came to discuss something very important,” the smile was gone, as Erwin clenched his jaw and knitted his eyebrows in a hard line. Looking at that expression, Levi felt his stomach sinking. What was this all about? If it was about their upcoming expedition, then where was… “A little birdie shared with us,” Erwin interrupted his heavy thoughts, “That you still have no present for Hange.”

What? Levi gawked at his guests, switching his confused gaze from one to the other.

“And what is the name of that birdie?” He would find that birdie and give them a piece of his mind, for sure. Who dared get poke his nose into his personal matters?

“Please, Levi,” Mike joined the conversation, “You couldn’t get more obvious. I can smell your desperation from miles away.”

Levi’s annoyance rose. Birdies, smelling desperation. Could they talk like normal people?

Seeing his increasing frustration, Nanaba decided to come to rescue. She smiled, tucking a lock of her hair behind an ear. “I overheard your conversation with Eren. You looked a bit distressed, honestly I thought you were going to kick his ass again… And since I doubt Hange is enamored with Eren in that way, I concluded that you…”

“Are angry not because the boy is a titan and spends too much time with Hange, but because he already has a gift prepared, when you do not.” Erwin finished.

Well… the conclusion was sound, at least. But that didn’t mean that Levi felt any less annoyed.

“So?” he raised an eyebrow, staring judgingly at his intruders. “What do you want from me?”

“We want to help, of course,” the smile was back at Erwin’s lips. “And we have some ideas.”

“Such as?”

Nanaba bounced from her seat, crossing the room to bang her palms against the surface of Levi’s desk. He jumped slightly, certainly not expecting it.

“You know what Hange really likes?”

“Books?” Levi tried. “Science? Titans? Books about titan’s science?”

“No, dummy,” Nanaba shook her head, “Hange likes you.”

It took him a long moment to comprehend. Even then, the only thing Levi could get out of his mouth was a very faint, “Eh?”

“We all know how much Hans makes you happy.” Mike said.

They did? How so?

“You spend a lot of time with Hange,” Erwin noted, answering his unasked question.

“And you allow her to do things that you deny everyone else,” Nanaba continued.

“And when she is with you, that constipated expression disappears from your face.” Mike finished.

He… didn’t have a constipated expression. And while Hange did make his days more pleasant and his survival that easier and more enjoyable… Levi was sure that no one knew about it, but him.

“Listen, we all know that you like Hange, and we’re telling you that Hange likes you. That’s why…” Erwin lifted his chin, his smile becoming nearly devilish. Were they still talking about a simple birthday gift? “I made a reservation in a restaurant in Sina. Take Hange there, eat good food, drink some wine, have a good night… Make Hange happy.”

Their suggestion was certainly better than Levi’s nothing. However…

“What you’re offering seems a lot like fraternization. Isn’t that illegal?” he narrowed his eyes at Erwin, skepticism oozing from him. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Perish the thought!” not swayed by Levi’s scary expression, Erwin chuckled. “You’re correct, technically, two officers are not allowed to enter romantic relationship, but I think it’s a little too late for that.” Huh? Just how Levi was meant to interpret that? “Besides… think about humanity, Levi! If you and Hange were to conceive a child…” the expression on Erwin’s face was so dreamy, Levi felt chills at the base of his spine. “A child born from the union of humanity’s strongest and smartest… It could very well save our world!”

Levi stared at his Commander, at loss of words. Saying ‘you’re fucked up in the head, Erwin’ seemed a little too rude even for him, considering that Erwin was his superior officer. Still… he was fucked up in the head.

“Don’t listen to him,” Nanaba spoke, attracting Levi’s attention. “But think about our offer. An evening like that will really make Hange happy. You want that, don’t you?”

Did he want to make Hange happy? More than anything…

“Do it for Hange,” Nanaba urged.

“Do it for love,” Mike added.

“Do it for humanity!” Erwin passionately concluded.

Fucked up in the head, Levi thought. All of them were. Himself, included. But what was he going to lose? Besides, their offer was better than anything he could have come up with.

“Alright,” he surrendered, a sigh escaping him. “I’ll do it.”

Nanaba cheered. Mike nodded at him with a smile. Erwin looked like he was about to cry. Then, to Levi’s horror, he saluted.

“Get out of my office now,” he shooed them away, lowering his gaze back to the papers. “I need to work.”

“Just another quick thing,” Nanaba patted his shoulder with a cheerful smile. “Walk Hange to the door of her room after the dinner. And make sure that you return after nine o’clock.”

Ah. So they had an ulterior motive. Of course. Levi shouldn’t be surprised.

“You’re planning something for Hange, I take it?”

“A little party,” Mike confessed. “We’ll deal with food and drinks, but you’re in charge of getting Hange there in time.”

Levi didn’t remember agreeing to be in charge of Hange, but… he didn’t like the idea of anyone else doing it in his stead.

“Nine o’clock, four-eyes’ room, I got it. Now get out of my office.”

Nanaba, Erwin and Mike didn’t need to be told twice.

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After finding a solution to his main dilemma, Levi was now met with another, no less important and challenging than the previous one.

Erwin and the others got him a reservation at the restaurant. But... now he needed to invite Hange there.

His first attempt, executed not long after Erwin, Nanaba and Mike left his office, failed spectacularly, despite his expectations. He naively thought that a simple note, carried to Hange via Moblit, would suffice. But, perhaps, the note didn’t reach its destination. Or Hange forgot to read it. Or she somehow misinterpreted the sentence ‘do you want to dine together?’. Or the fault laid in the absence of Levi’s signature.

Nevertheless, he needed to do better.

His next attempt was slightly more successful. At least, he got some kind of reaction. Still not reaction he had needed. Apparently, there were ways that one could misunderstand the simple phrase ‘hey, four-eyes, want to eat with me?’. Levi had expected a very enthusiastic ‘yes’. Instead he received ‘I’ll see you at the dinner’ and a door to his face.

Evidently, he had to do not only better, but also be a little clearer about his intentions.

After lots of pondering, Levi decided that nothing could be clearer than throwing a shiny new black jacket from Mike at Hange and barking, “Get dressed, Hange. We’re going out.”

That got him an intrigued ‘oooh’ and a promise to be ready in five minutes.

Levi smirked to himself. Finally, his plan had worked. Finally, he got through that brilliant and extremely dense head.

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At first, the dinner was, for the lack of better word,extremely awkward.

Erwin failed to mention just how fancy the restaurant would be. Turned out, it was fancy. Very fancy. Fancier than anything Levi had seen in his life. Even Hange, despite not being a street rat from Underground, was feeling a little off.

“Everyone is staring at us,” she whispered to him, leaning over the table to do so.

Hange was right. Everyone was gawking at them. Perhaps, the reason for it was their clothes. Both of them were dressed in their best suits. Still, their best didn’t even begin to reach the best of the gathered crowd. Perhaps, other guests were weirded out by Hange’s loud cheer at the sight of meat in the menu.

Or, perhaps, their reputation preceded them, and everyone in here knew about humanity’s strongest soldier and crazy titan scientist, two of Erwin Smith’s loyal devils.

Whatever the case was, Levi didn’t like the obvious staring. They came here to eat and have a good time, not be observed like clowns in the circus.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back to her. He really was. It was Erwin’s mistake, but it was Hange’s birthday and it was his fault for not checking the restaurant beforehand. He was a scout, for fuck’s sake. It was his job.

“Don’t even start,” Hange huffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Not the first time I receive that sort of treatment. Probably not the last one as well.”

Hange paused, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “And if they want to look at us so much, let’s give them something to stare at.”

Levi’s lips twitched up. “And what do you suggest?”

“Let’s order the priciest meals they have, eat them like animals they think we are, and then run away and let Erwin deal with that.”

There were many reasons why Levi loved Hange. This was one of them.

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True to Hange’s plan, they were at their worst behavior. They used spoons instead of forks, they drank straight from the bottle, Hange ate the dessert with her hands, smearing cake all over her mouth, cheeks, palms and shirt. Barely keeping himself from laughing out loud, Levi wiped it all with his cravat, as Hange cooed at his chivalry.

Two hours later, their stomachs were full, the crowd was scandalized, their hearts were merry and their eyes were shining with unbridled mischief.

“I think we’ve succeeded at making the worst impression possible,” Hange spoke, following it with a loud laughter. Several guest scoffed at the volume. Levi showed all of them his scariest scowl. The rich fuckers returned their attention to their plates in record time.

“It’s time we make our exit,” he agreed.

He looked at Hange more closely, thinking if he should take the risk. She had been touching him freely throughout the whole evening. She pressed their calves together under the table, she ran a hand through his arm, she let him touch her face and tilt her chin. She didn’t seem opposed to the idea, so… Levi took a deep sighed, searching for every bit of courage inside of him. Once all of it was gathered, he took Hange by the hand, helping her to stand up.

To his surprise and huge relief, she didn’t shake his hand off. On the contrary, she squeezed his palm and interlaced their fingers.

Hand in hand, they started towards walking out of the restaurant. On his way there, Levi discreetly pushed a plate of soup at some wealthy lady, staining her light creamy dress and receiving a indignant cry and a joyous giggle from Hange.

After that, they had to speed up a little. It was Hange’s birthday. Levi didn’t want to spend it in the prison cell.

Once they were outside and some distance away from the restaurant, Hange stopped.

“Shit, Levi! Had you seen her face? She was—”

She didn’t finish. Hange leaned against the wall and threw her head back, laughing without abandon. She doubled over, hugging her stomach, her mirth not ceasing. Finding her mood strangely infectious, Levi couldn’t help but chuckle too.

Still snickering to herself, Hange looked up to meet his gaze. Her whole body was shaking from the laughter, and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Disheveled, red-faced and laughing, she was the most beautiful sight Levi had ever seen. The moonlight and faint stars only accentuated her beauty.

Levi was lost in watching her.

Subconsciously, in a mindless attempt to get a better look at the wonder that was Hange Zoe, he leaned in.

Hange leaned in too, her hand finding place at his shoulder. She moved that hand slightly, closer to his neck. Her fingers ghosted around his hairline, making him shiver.

He was looking in her eyes. Hange was looking at his lips.

The world around the two of them faded, the sounds of a street at night, the singing from the nearby pub disappearing to the background.

Levi didn’t know, had failed to register who moved first. But a moment later, his hand was on her waist, and Hange buried her fingers in his hair. And then, they were kissing – sloppily, desperately, without skill but with lots of passion.

Levi felt like he was struck by lightning. Nothing he had ever done before felt even remotely as good as kissing Hange did.

As the kiss progressed, becoming deeper, Levi found himself pressed against the wall.

Hange was everywhere – her tongue was in his mouth, her palms on his cheeks, her knee was rising, resting against his crotch. It was almost too much. And yet, not enough.

“Hange, Hange,” with some difficulty, he separated himself from her hot mouth and soft lips. “Hange, if someone sees us—”

“Oh, right,” still pressed dangerously close to him, she giggled. “Erwin would have a heart attack if we get jailed for making out on the streets. He’d deem us a disappointment to humanity.”

“Back to barracks then?”

Hange licked her lips and winked. Levi felt another strong surge of desire. “We can continue there.”

After that kind of promise, Levi hurried to find where they left their horses. He all but raced there, and jumped on his loyal stallion, grasping the reins a little too tightly.

Hange followed his suit. “Who arrives at the barracks first, gets to be on top?” she challenged.

Without waiting for his reply, she started off. Cursing, Levi struggled to keep up.

That day, he learned one essential lesson. Riding a horse with a raging boner was a fucking torture.

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Hange was the first one to reach the stumbles. Dismounting her horse, she ran up to Levi, pulling him off the saddle and instantly connecting their lips. Levi would have liked to complain, but… who was he kidding?

Without another word, he brought Hange closer, putting his hand on her hip.

Just as the first one, the second kiss was amazing, enough to knock his breath out and make his knees buckle underneath him.

“If that’s my birthday gift,” Hange murmured, panting after they broke apart. “Then it’s the best one I ever had.”

And here Levi thought that there was nothing more enjoyable than kissing Hange. But as he saw her gentle smile, the adoring expression in her twinkling eyes, he was ready to melt in her arms.

However, he wouldn’t be himself if he passed an opportunity to use a sarcastic quip. “Is it better than Erwin’s microscope? Than Eren’s plushie?”

Hange put a finger to her chin, looking up with a thoughtful expression. “The microscope is really good, and that plushie is so adorable…” Levi’s good spirits vanished, as something ugly found its place inside his chest. Before it could manifest in a scowl, Hange caught his lips with hers once again.

“But nothing is better than you, shorty,” she confessed as they separated.

Hange likes you, Nanaba had said. She wasn’t wrong, it seemed.

“Your room or mine?” he asked, already tugging off Hange’s jacket.

“Mine. I was the one to win, after all,” she smirked, rapidly turning away and starting to run. Levi had no choice but to chase her.

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He caught up with her near the entrance. Ceasing the moment, he wrapped arms around her waist, pressing her to him. Hange’s giggle turned into a moan. Levi delighted in that.

Exchanging messy kisses, they tumbled through the front door. Unable to break away from each other, they clumsily walked through the barracks, tripping and stumbling. And, despite the growing desire, they didn’t hurry as well. They stopped near the stairwell, so Hange could put a hickey on a spot above his collarbone. They paused at the middle of the hallway, so Levi could grind against her. Hange pressed him against the wall to whisper, “Fuck, Levi, this feels so good.”

When they reached the bedroom, Levi was ready to cheer. It was the longest walk through the barracks he had ever had. Was Hange’s room always that far away from the entrance?

With her hands shaking, she searched through her pockets for a key. She found it after a long minute that Levi spent kissing her neck. Once she fished it out, she put the key in the keyhole, and decided to celebrate that grand achievement with another breathtaking kiss.

Getting a little too eager, Levi pushed Hange forward. That was his mistake.

Apparently, the door to her room wasn’t closed. And, apparently,the room also wasn’t empty.

Unfortunately, Levi realized that and remembered the second part of Erwin’s plan a second too late. After he had heard the loud and cheerful ‘Happy birthday, Hange!’

With his arms still around Hange, he froze. Everyone else in the room froze too. The awkward silence settled over.

Levi’s thought frantically moved around his head, jumping from one corner to another. What should he do? Apologize? Let Hange go? Tell all of them to fuck off so he and Hange could finish what they had started?

However, he didn’t get to decide what to do with the unexpected audience. Hange chose for him.

“Guys!” she clasped her hands joyfully, her smile brighter than all the candles that stood around the room combined. “That’s so sweet! Thank you!”

She pulled away from Levi, sprinting to get to her friends. She gave a tight hug to Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit, Nifa, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Jean, Connie… Levi thought the string of people who wanted Hange’s attention would never end.

After hugs, came cake, and after cake was wine. He felt ignored, he felt utterly forgotten. He contemplated if he should go back to his room. He wanted Hange to kiss him again.

But instead he was sulking in the corner, munching on a cake Sasha had prepared. At least, the cake was good. But his frustration left a bitter taste in his mouth.

As his plate was emptied, Levi thought once again about leaving. But in that exact moment, seemingly out of nowhere, Hange appeared by his side.

“Planning to ditch the party early?” she wiggled her eyebrows, staring at him with unmasked mischief.

“It’s your birthday, not mine, four-eyes.”

“Exactly!” Hange threw an arm over his shoulders. “You’re my guest of honor!”

Ignoring the awakening of butterflies in his stomach and chalking them up to the effects of Sasha’s cake, Levi grunted, “Meaning?”

“Meaning I want you to stay!”

Levi rolled his eyes. He couldn’t really say no to Hange today, right? Although, he had troubles saying no to her any other day as well…

“And thank you for spending the whole evening with me,” Hange punctuated her gratitude with a kiss to his cheek. The butterflies were now flying freely, making Levi dizzy. It was hard to deny their origin anymore, with the trigger standing so close to him. “It was the best birthday I ever had.”

Well, that was all the gratitude Levi needed.

Before she left his side to receive more birthday wishes from their friends, Hange put her mouth above his ear, lowering her voice to a whisper, “Stay until the end, shorty. I’m not finished with you.”

She bounced off before he could give an answer. Perhaps, it was fairly obvious to her.

After all, how he could refuse Hange on the day of her birthday? How could he say no to receiving more of her attentions, and kisses?

With a satisfied hum, Levi settled against the wall, aiming his glare at all the guests. He couldn’t wait until all of them would leave. He couldn’t wait to have Hange all to himself.

#levihan #hange zoe

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lovethisletters · 3 years

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Devilish nights || A fantastic 3 one-shot!

I love this idea ngl, I love the dynamic between the three of them! And I tried to do them justice here but... there's definitely a Whole ass ranch for improvement... :C

also Diavolo is Mexa xd

Summary: the fantastic three go to a concert but things don't go as planned.

Additional notes: I was going to make this a comic but decided against it since it was gonna take me much more time to finish it, but perhaps I'll do it as a small follow up to this one-shot.

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There's a reason why the Demon elite are very protective of their private life...you see: everyone has a side of their personality only the ones closest to us are allowed to see and for the demon prince, the avatar of pride and the loyal butler this is no exception.

—Uhhh?!?! You're going out?!!—all 6 brothers questioned in surprise.

—Yes, and I hope that when I arrive, the house is not a mess!— Replied the avatar of pride as he placed a distinctive blue coat over his shoulders.

—Ehhh? Are you going on vacation to the human realm, Lucifer ?! And without me ?! How cruel!—Asmodeus inquired dramatically, hugging his older brother's arm like a child begging his mother to go out and play.

The black-haired demon was unfazed by the avatar of lust childish demeanor, released himself from his grasp with ease and continued with his speech.

—Diavolo has important matters to resolve in the human realm and he needs me and Barbatos to support him, it is not a vacation.—

—I hope all of you behave in my absence; Satan, you're in charge, ”Lucifer declared.

-What?!?! Satan in charge ?! - the rest complained.

—As much as it bothers me to admit it… Satan is the most responsible among you — Lucifer looked at the blonde demon in the eyes — I'm counting on you — and the avatar of pride came out hurriedly before he could even hear the answer of the fourth brother.

—Don't— whispered the avatar of wrath as his lips settled into a sinister smile at the plan that was being formulated in his head.

[…]

—Ahhh ~ finally it's THE day! I can't wait any longer !!!— upon hearing the title "prince of hell" we could normally assume that the person bearing it is someone intimidating, ruthless and rude; but there he was ... the heir to the throne of the Devildom jumping all over the place with immeasurable enthusiasm, glow sticks in each hand and a white shirt with the image of a sun with the face of Luis Miguel on the chest.

—Diavolo, I'd appreciate it if you could calm down a bit.

—Calm down?! Lucifer! I have been waiting for this for years! I will finally be able to be at a concert of my favorite singer from the human realm! Do you have any idea how much I struggled to get these tickets?!?! I had to do it the human way! line and everything!—The redhead claimed at the lack of enthusiasm from his best friend.

—His majesty stopped time and he moved a couple of old ladies to be able to acquire the tickets in the front row; it would be appreciated if you showed a bit of enthusiasm, Lucifer.—Barbatos finally spoke, the same formal and cold smile always etched on his face to which Lucifer could only replay in the same way.

—Oh! I won't let you two ruin my night with your formalities! At least pretend you're as excited as I am!—Diavolo begged but his stoic companions could only mutter a mocking “yeeei”as they waved their respective glow sticks reluctantly and the prince of hell could only roll his eyes.

[…]

Mistakes happen, they happen when we least expect them and even worse; at too inconvenient moments.

—Quick, Lucifer, we're next!— The tallest of the 3 hurried, still jumping up and down.

—Give me a second — The black-haired demon searched in his pockets for the tickets that Diavolo had asked him to keep until the day of the concert because he was afraid of losing them among all the paperwork that week and knowing the responsible nature of his friend he entrusted them to him .

The thing is ... Lucifer could not find the tickets ... and when he realized this, with all the tranquility of the world: he cleared his throat, clasped his hands and positioned himself firmly like a teacher about to explain something to a child .

—Diavolo, in terms of tickets… I forgot the ttickets— At first the prince of hell gave his friend an incredulous look and even proceeded to laugh.

—Sure, stop playing games, Lucifer— the redhead expected a laugh from his friend followed by him handing over the tickets, but that gesture never came.

—Your Majesty I think Lucifer is not joking— Barbatos corrected

And oh my god, have you ever seen a child's face when you take a toy that he just can’t have out of his hands? And then the endless crying begins? Yes, at that moment the heir to the throne of hell simply bursted in tears.

—It’s Okay, your majesty, everything is going to be fine— The butler tried to calm him down by patting him on the back.

—Diavolo, I can buy others, don't worry— But the redhead only limited himself to pointing at the sign above the theater entrance "Sold out" was written in large letters.

—Well… I guess I owe you the next concert, how about we go to your favorite restaurant, hmm? My treat — Despite his offer, his friend only let out a sigh of despair and helplessness.

—You have no idea where you left them?

—Ummm… I guess in my office…

—Tell your brothers to bring them to you! Please!!— Lucifer was quick to dial Satan's number, because by the way things were he would not be surprised if Diavolo's despair at this moment led him to pray.

By pure chance, Lucifer noticed that he had several unanswered messages and calls from one of the angels: Simeon

—You can't reach them?—the prince questioned

Lucifer just stood there, glaring at his phone with a mixture of regret and anger.

"Damm you Simeon" was all that came to mind.

—Oh? Aren't those Solomon, Simeon and Luke?—Barbatos voice interrupted his thoughts.

And sure enough, there at the entrance of the theatre were the inhabitants of purgatory hall, dressed in human world clothing, waiting in line, the youngest of the group with tickets in hand.

—Oh!? I didn't knew they had bought tickets for this!

—They didn't

—How do you know?

—Because those are YOUR tickets!

—What?!?!—Diavolo's confused expression was quickly met with Lucifer's phone right in front of his face, showing him the text messages.

—I'll go get them—but before the avatar of pride could take another step towards the purgatory hall group, Barbatos hand stopped him in his tracks.

—Your Majesty, I believe Luke's birthday is just in a few days and he seems to be enjoying himself, why don't we let them keep the tickets?—the butler suggested politely.

It took a couple of seconds for the prince of hell tho make his desicion, but the smile on the small angel face made all trace of doubt dissipate, and with a heavy sigh he finally spoke.

— leat it be, Lucifer...

—...are you sure of it, Diavolo?

—yes, perhaps next year we'll go together...all of us, right?

Lucifer was surprised but with a small smile forming on his face he said yes.

—Now... who's hungry?! We should go to the fanciest place in town, after all, It's Lucifer's treat!—the prince joked

—Perhaps the restaurant we attended last year would be fine, your Majesty?

—Ah yes! That would do!

And while Lucifer's wallet had started regretting his desicions, he was happy he could spend this evening with his dearest friends.

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I was going to put a drawing of the fantastic three hanging out but I only did Diavolo bc while I was finishing Barbatos and Lucifer my computer crashed and didn't save anything :c

So here's a Diavolo in front of bellas artes to compensate:

If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #om! diavolo #obey me diavolo #om! barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me oneshot #Lucifer #Barbatos #Diavolo #the fantastic three #Mexa Diavolo!

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the-scottish-costume-guy · 2 years

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Some rambly things about costume in theatre and film that I want to share because some things really get my goat (also cosplayers pay attention because those of you doing this semi professionally are often using the wrong title for yourselves). Costume Designer: Designs the costumes. In theatre they often design the set too but for film just the costumes. This is more complicated than it sounds and requires a knowledge of how to make clothing as well as clothing and social history. Costume designers often are in charge of planning when quick changes will be, helping visualise the entire piece, doing a buttload of paperwork and reading the work 4+ times. Designers will often be responsible for preliminary fabric purchasing. They dont normally make anything (though may do small bits here and there) - they attend fittings. Head of Costume/Wardrobe Master/Wardrobe Mistress: Costume manager. They are in charge of the money, the schedule, who’s making what. They co-ordinate with the designer and sometimes the director. They dont normally make Anything. They attend fittings. Cutter (often separated into ladies and gents): This person drafts the patterns and often cuts them out. Some cutters will do a bit of sewing as well but in high budget productions a cutter makes the pieces work. Cutter will sometimes attend fittings to properly make the adjustments a designer might request. Cutters Rarely put things together. Specialist Maker/Costumer: Someone hired from outside the production to make one specific thing. There are subgroups to this category - armourers for example - but a specialist maker is a Freelancer who is not hired for an entire production - just one piece of it. Most professional cosplayers would come under this category. If you Work from an existing design and make every piece of it from start to finish you are a specialist maker or Costumer. First assistant: This is your main maker. They put together the things the cutter cuts out. They also dive into the costume store and find pieces that are already made from other productions that will save money. They might also be sent out to buy things from charity shops or high street retail. First assistants do a bit of everything really - the backbone of theatre if you ask me. In film a wardrobe assistant will also do continuity checks between shots. They basically have to take a photo of an actor when the director yells cut, and make sure they dont lose or gain any pieces before the director says Action. Second Assistant: This is where you often start Within the wardrobe department. I hope you like sewing buttons and hems because thats most of what a second assistant is going to do. All the finishings and little bits that make a costume look whole. Meters of frills, dozens of petticoats. If they need someone to sit and hand sew a 4 meter hem thats going to be the second assistants job. Dresser/swing dresser/maintance: Dresser and maintenance often get combined into a job called Swing Dresser. They wash dry and repair all the costume pieces that require it, make sure things are hung up on the correct rail or dressing room and will choreograph then carry out quick changes. Personally my least fave thing to do in a theatre but some people thrive on it. It can be hard to get into the making side from this position in a theatre but you’ll often get to watch a lot of shows for free from the wings.

#theatre #film #costume designer #costumer #costume maker #its just a pet peeve #I dont think people give the first assistants the credit they are due #as someone who has done design for theatres I dont deserve to be complimented on the craftsmanship #but likewise when I DID make something I want that recognition #however I very rarely get to do both on one costume

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Long Night in the Valley Chapter 15

It's been a bit, hasn't it?

Toshinori pushed himself up off the ground with trembling arms. Although, by the position of the sun, it hadn’t been for long, he’d blacked out when—

“Oh, no,” said Toshinori. His head throbbed at the sound, making the edges of his vision go dark and fuzzy.

When All for One had broken through into the shared mindscape.

“Oh, no,” he repeated.

Where was Izuku? He had to find—Oh, thank goodness, Izuku was right there. He let out a sigh of relief.

His relief was short-lived. Izuku, to put it lightly, did not look well. His eyes were open, but only glazed slivers. His breath was coming shallow and fast, not quite to the point of hyperventilating, but it was a close thing. His skin was pale, except for deep, bruise-like circles under his eyes. He was sweating more than Toshinori had ever seen him sweat (which was really saying something; Izuku broke out into nervous sweats with some frequency). Perhaps most concerningly, he was shaking like a leaf.

Izuku was, Toshinori realized, still maintaining the effect of Two’s quirk.

He tried to reach inside himself, contact his predecessors, but swiftly pulled his mental fingers back, as if they had been burned. Bad idea.

“Izuku,” he said, “can you hear me?”

Izuku made a small, pained noise that tore at Toshinori’s heart.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay?” he said. Izuku didn’t answer, but then Toshinori didn’t expect him to.

The simple act forced Toshinori to call on the embers of One for All. Not enough to make his muscles swell, but enough to give him the strength of an ordinary, healthy man. His muscles and his remaining intact lung screamed in protest, not to mention his scars. He ignored them.

He stumbled forward, priorities shuffling themselves. They’d been trying to escape, but if Izuku was this ill… he needed a doctor. An exorcist might be a good idea, too, what with All for One running around in their heads.

But to get a doctor, they’d have to put themselves in commission hands, and Toshinori could feel the echoes of Two and Three telling him exactly how stupid that would be.

The commission had sent Hawks after Izuku. Toshinori had no doubt they’d throw him in Tartarus, and the treatment of criminals in Tartarus was one of the few things Toshinori had publicly disagreed with the HPSC on in his hero persona. Not that it had gone anywhere. He simply hadn’t had the time to really push it and the commission had somehow managed to paint him as somehow too good, too forgiving, to be trusted when it came to the disposition of terrible villains.

“’ll be’kay,” mumbled Izuku, the sentiment clearer over their mental link. “N’ospital.”

“Okay,” said Toshinori, slightly breathless. “Let’s—Let’s keep going, then. Find a good place to camp out, far away from Todoroki Touya, here. Yep.” He was aware he was rambling, and needlessly at that, but he couldn’t help it.

One foot in front of the other.

Was that a car running?

Toshinori, keen on getting help and care for Izuku, even if it meant hijacking a car, changed directions slightly. Of course, it would be ideal if there were friendly bystanders who didn’t believe the hero commissions lies and had a medical license and a healing quirk, but Toshinori would be more than happy with—

He stopped. Laughed. Laughed some more, a little hysterically. There, abandoned in a ditch like a beached sailing ship, was Vlad King’s much abused car.

Sure, it would have been reported stolen by now, and the police and heroes would be looking for it, but that was a problem for future-Toshinori. Present-Toshinori, on the other hand, was simply grateful for the windfall, and wary – the presence of the car could indicate the proximity of the League of Villains.

He gently put Izuku down in the passenger seat, turned the car off and made sure it was in the appropriate gear, then walked around to the back of the car and lifted it out of the ditch.

If his muscles had been complaining before—

He staggered back to the driver’s seat, leaning heavily on the side of the car the whole time. Blood dripped from his mouth. “This is nothing, my boy, nothing,” he said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone, as he felt Izuku’s concern press heavily against him. “Used to have worse every day of the week.”

Toshinori got the sense that Izuku was not, in fact, reassured. Nevertheless, he grinned, pouring every drop of his fabled ‘everything will be alright’ smile into the expression. Even if Izuku couldn’t see it, Toshinori needed some of the comfort that came with donning a familiar mask

“Let’s see if we can get to the Wild Wild Pussycats today, after all.”

“Eri-chan,” began Abe, tapping together her papers. She’d drawn the short stick. Ito was interviewing one of the older students, and Abe got the feral child.

“No,” said Eri.

“I didn’t even ask you a question yet.”

“Only people I like get to call me -chan. That’s the rule. Prinzible Nezu said so.”

“Principal,” corrected Nezu, cheerfully, like the unhelpful rodent rat bastard he was. If only she could have gotten him kicked out… but, no, he and Present Mic were both sitting in on the interview.

“PrincipalNezu told me, and he’s in charge.”

“You tell ‘em, Eri-chan!” said Present Mic, just a little more loudly than was comfortable.

Eri nodded to let Present Mic know the noise-cancelling earplugs were working.

“In this situation,” said Abe, sternly, “I am in charge.”

The girl tilted her head, and suddenly her expression went from ‘pouting child’ to ‘superior being contemplating an uppity insect.’

“Eri-san,” began Abe.

“No,” said Eri.

Abe looked up incredulously. What was wrong with -san?

She decided to ignore it. “You spoke with—”

Eri began to scream like a teakettle whistling.

“Can’t you control her?” Abe demanded, turning to Nezu, who chittered.

“This is very good progress!” he said, barely loud enough to hear over the ongoing shriek. “Before now, Eri-chan was too hesitant to act out or misbehave in any way, fearing the punishment that her former and completely unqualified caretakers would inflict upon her.”

Abe didn’t know which was more longwinded, the still-screaming child or the rodent principal. Her body was so tiny, how was she still screaming?

Eri clicked off the Present Mic-themed combo audio recorder and player in her pocket at the same time she shut her mouth. Principal Nezu was right! This was fun! At least, it would be if Deku was here.

“I get to pick what you call me,” said Eri, patiently. Since this person wasn’t smart enough to see that Deku was only the best hero ever and not a bad guy, she’d have to explain slowly.

The person evidently wasn’t even smart enough to breathe, as she was slowly turning purple.

“What,” she said, in stilted tones, “would you like me to call you.”

Eri let the smile Aizawa had taught her spread across her face. “Eri-sama.”

“Is that a joke?”

“It’s very important to respect the boundaries children establish, Abe-san,” said Nezu.

Katsuki blinked. It was about time he woke up. Stupid dream time dilation or whatever. Stupid boring soy sauce face and his stupid boring mindscape dreamscape whatever hellscape. There was a limit to what you could do in a square mile that mostly consisted of a tape-covered jungle gym and a boring apartment building. Katsuki had found it, and, after spending a good period of time being angry about it, had decided to go to sleep.

Dream time dilation or whatever the commission proctor had been going on about after the first billionty-and-one stupid hours, it didn’t matter, Katsuki hated it, it was just taking too damn long. If he didn’t have to do this to keep his provisional license, he’d tell the commission to shove this stupid pointless training up it’s—

About a minute after he should have twigged to something wrong, Katsuki realized the ceiling was too familiar.

He sat up. Why the hell was he in UA’s infirmary?

And not just him, about half the class was here with him.

He scowled. So, something had gone wrong with the test after all, and it looked like Deku wasn’t involved. Stupid nerd would hold it over him.

“Hey!” shouted Katsuki, spotting Recovery Girl. “What the f—”

“Language!” scolded Recovery Girl, shrilly, practically teleporting across the room to jab Katsuki with her cane. “You’re in a school, young man.”

“I know that!” protested Katsuki. “But why the f—” he faltered under the force Recovery Girl’s gaze even as she started to run through the checklist she usually did for people who’d been knocked out like wimps. “Fudge. Am I here.”

“I think the more pertinent question is, how are you awake? There should be at least one more hour, if not two, left to that quirk.”

“I went to sleep,” said Katsuki, attempting to fend her off.

“Well, you wouldn’t be waking up if—”

“No. In the shhhtupid dreamscape thing. I went to sleep.”

Recovery Girl paused for a moment, then sighed. “I don’t suppose you were the one whose mind they were exploring?”

“No. That was soy sauce face. Why are we back here? And where’s the nerd?”

Recovery Girl seemed to droop at his question, and a heaviness filled the air. “That’s a long story.”

“Did we get attacked by Dusty McGee again?”

“No.”

“So, what did happen?” snapped Katsuki. “The nerd break out a new quirk in the middle of the training or something?”

Recovery Girl’s eye twitched, and she sat down on a nearby stool, taking a deep breath.

“The hero commission suspected Midoriya of working with the League of Villains and attempted to use the training to interrogate him. Under the influence of at least one mental quirk, Midoriya fled. At about the same time, All Might left and met up with him, after which the commission accused Midoriya of kidnapping All Might. They haven’t given him an S-Rank villain classification, but I suspect that’s just because the paperwork hasn’t gone through yet.”

All right. Honestly, with his creepy stalker notebooks and obsessive All Might shrine room, Deku probably seemed like a prime kidnapping suspect to an outsider, but considering that Katsuki had witnessed Deku and All Might’s sickeningly sweet interpersonal interactions, somehow managing to be a goddamn third wheel to some sort of surrogate parent-child found family drama nonsense…

“Has anyone told ‘em it’s more likely the other way around? And that if it was, it’d probably be for the nerd’s own good, too?”

Recovery Girl nodded tiredly.

“They hiding out here?”

“Midoriya is a wanted criminal.”

“So what?”

“We’re a school.”

“You’ve lost me.”

Recovery Girl sighed. “No, Midoriya is not here.”

“Well, that’s stupid. What are we doing about it?”

“Right now? You are doing nothing. Commission investigators are in the building, and it would be better if they thought you were still unconscious.”

Katsuki grumbled. “Should go and try to bring him back.”

“What, so he can be arrested?”

“No!” said Katsuki, defensively. “But he’s probably running around out there making everything worse!”

“Bakugo,” said Recovery Girl, patting his leg, “from what I’ve heard, the only thing that could possibly make this worse is being found.”

“Can you describe to me the circumstances under which you lost your quirk?” asked Ito, the other commission investigator.

“Sure!” said Mirio, hoping the man couldn’t detect his discomfort at the subject. Even if he’d made that split second choice to shield Eri with his body with full knowledge of the consequences, to jump in front of Nemoto’s bullet, it was still a traumatic experience. It still hurt, even if he didn’t regret it.

He took a deep breath. “Well, it was during the Shie Hassaikai raid. I had gone ahead to confront Chisaki Kai and rescue Eri. There were a few other yakuza with him, members of the Eight Bullets. Nemoto Shin, Sakaki Deidoro, and, ah, Chrono, I think. I can’t remember his proper name.”

“That’s fine. Please continue.”

“I engaged with Sakaki and Nemoto while Chisaki and Chrono went ahead. I was affected by their quirks, but managed to get by… It was a hard battle!” he interjected, suddenly. He belatedly realized he wanted to draw out this line of questioning, and dove into a supremely detailed description of his fight with Sakaki and Nemoto. It was funny, too, and he saw Ito getting sucked in.

Sir would have been proud.

“And then, I chased after Chrono and Chisaki!” said Mirio, gesticulating wildly to illustrate his movements. He continued narrating the battle, the wild swings of fate, Eri’s hope and fear, the strikes and counterstrikes! Just like when he’d first debriefed after the raid.

Weirdly enough, going through it like this also made him feel better. Less like he was reliving a terrible, painful moment in his life, and more like he was telling a very dramatic story.

“—aaaaaaand,” he wrapped up, “Chisaki tossed the gun with the erasure bullets to Nemoto – I hadn’t realized he was still conscious. I’d been too worried about getting to Eri.” He shrugged. “I got shot.”

“Despite your quirk?”

“I didn’t want Eri to be hit.”

“Even though the loss of her quirk might have been a blessing for her? Considering the difficulty she has using it and the pain it gives her.”

Mirio felt his smile settle into something blander and more dangerous than his usual beaming grins. “Are you suggesting that I should have let a six-year-old be shot?”

“Not at all,” said Ito, making a mark. “Now, where was Midoriya at this time?”

“He hadn’t caught up to us, yet,” said Mirio. “He was with Sir.”

“Who?”

“Sir Nighteye,” clarified Mirio. “Before that, they were with Rock Lock and some of the others, I believe.”

“But you don’t know for sure.”

“I wasn’t there, so… no, not really. But the exact situation should be on file, from our debrief, and Rock Lock can confirm or clarify.”

“Only the parts he saw,” said Ito. “Did you try to use your quirk after that? Or did you simply assume it was gone?”

“Of course, I tried to use it!” said Mirio, feeling somewhat offended. “I’d trained it to be reflexive. Right after, I kept thinking my quirk would protect me, and moving too slow to dodge attacks. I got really beaten up.”

“And was this before or after Midoriya Izuku arrived?”

“Before, mostly,” said Mirio. “It isn’t like the fight stopped the minute he showed up.”

“And you are certain your quirk stopped working before Midoriya arrived.”

“I’m sure.”

“How did you know you were hit by a permanent quirk-erasing bullet?” asked Ito.

“Well, when my quirk didn’t come back we were pretty sure,” said Mirio.

“But you didn’t know beforehand, for certain, that the bullets were permanent.”

Crap. Mirio had screwed up somewhere in there. He could feel it.

“I think Nemoto and Chisaki were shouting at each other about it during the fight,” said Mirio. “They were pretty proud of it.”

“But you did not know, for sure, that your quirk loss was permanent,” insisted Ito. “There was no way for you to know that their claims about the bullets were true.”

“I mean… not really,” said Mirio. “But, again, here I am without a quirk.”

“Yes… but that isn’t the only way a person can lose a quirk, is it?”

“The Scourge of Kamino was already in Tartarus when the Shie Hassaikai raid took place,” said Mirio. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

“Did Midoriya Izuku come into contact with you before the end of the day?”

“We talked, yeah,” said Mirio.

“Physical contact.”

“Actually… no,” said Mirio. “After the fight, we were both whisked off to the hospital, separately. Midoriya came to visit me after we both got patched up, he felt guilty about not getting to me and Eri sooner, and--” Oh, dear, he’d have to think back on that conversation a bit more. Later. He swallowed. “--and… Sir’s death…” He looked down at his hands. “Sir… in retrospect, he didn’t like Midoriya very much, but his death hit Midoriya hard. First death in the line of duty. It… it was the first time I’d seen a hero die, too.”

“You’re quite certain he didn’t touch you? At all?” asked Ito, undeterred by Mirio’s not-at-all-feigned grief.

“Pretty sure, yeah,” said Mirio, now annoyed by the investigator’s callousness.

“I see.”

Ochako rubbed her eyes, but the darkness stayed. “What,” she said out loud, her voice somehow doing the opposite of echoing, “what happened?”

“I don’t know,” said Todoroki. He had positioned himself so as to guard her back.

“There was a bang,” said Iida, “and then…” He trailed off, clearly finding just as much difficulty in describing the event as Ochako did thinking about it.

“They were talking about All for One getting in,” said Ochako. “You don’t think…?”

“Maybe we timed out the quirk and we’re about to wake up,” said Iida, optimistically.

“Where’s Aizawa-sensei?” asked Todoroki.

“I don’t know,” said Ochako. “He was standing with us… I mean, I couldn’t see you guys at first, either.”

“I’m here,” said Aizawa.

Ochako turned to see their teacher methodically scanning their black surroundings, his eyes red. “Do you know what happened?” she asked. “Do you think this is just, I don’t know, a new transition? A memory?”

“I don’t know,” said Aizawa. He blinked, eyes returning to their normal colors.

“It isn’t,” said an unfamiliar voice. The figure of a young man with uncut white hair slowly faded out of the darkness. “Hello.” He raised a hand. “I’m One. Or, I guess, you can call me Kazuki. Sorry about the landscape. Most of our mental resources were just rerouted.”

“Does this have something to do with that vault thing Izuku mentioned?” asked Ochako.

“Yes, sadly,” said One. “My brother’s broken out. Which means you really shouldn’t be here. All our minds are about to become battlefields. I have some techniques that might help you get out, but--”

“Six told me there was something taken from Midoriya that we could get back, if the vault was open. Is that still a thing?”

One raised a fist to his lips, and pressed down. “You understand, don’t you, that to search for this is to go into my brother’s mind?”

“If it’s to help Midoriya,” said Todoroki, stepping forward, “we’ll do anything.”

“That is very admirable of you,” said One. “I do mean that, I really do, and I’ve seen your heroics and spirit through Izuku’s eyes. But I’m not sending children to fight my brother. Eraserhead, you’d be going alone.”

“I can work with that,” said Aizawa.

“But we won’t be in any real danger!” protested Ochako. “The worst that could happen to us is that we’ll run out of time and wake up. Right?”

“Don’t underestimate my brother. Judging from the fight at Kamino, he lost a lot of quirk control and strength after his first fight with Eight, or else he’d never have been captured. But that’s only if we take it at face value. I don’t doubt that he has five or six plans in place to escape Tartarus and steal every interesting quirk in there, thereby increasing his power exponentially, or even healing himself.”

Ochako blinked. How would anyone heal from… Wait. “Overhaul.”

One’s smile was a bitter thing. “I certainly wouldn’t have put the two of them in the same prison.”

The villain at Kamino, already strong enough to go toe to toe with All Might, with Overhaul's power? Ochako shuddered.

"What did he take from Midoriya?" asked Aizawa. "I'm going to need to know before I do this."

"You're sure you want to do this, then?"

"I haven't decided."

One sighed and pushed his hair back, out of his face. Ochako was struck, momentarily, by how the color of his eyes perfectly matched Izuku's.

"My brother took what he always takes," said One. "His quirk."

"But!" protested Ochako. "He has a quirk! He has..." she trailed off as another revelation hit her.

"He…" said Iida, next to her, "has several quirks."

"He has your quirk," said Todoroki with one-hundred-percent unwavering confidence.

"You had a quirk like All for One," said Aizawa. "But considering what we've seen… the quirk to pass on quirks?"

"That's why you call yourselves by numbers! Because that's the order you had the quirk in!" added Ochako.

"I prefer thinking of it as the ability to share quirks," said One, "but since everyone but Eight and Nine is dead, the distinction is academic."

Aizawa sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Okay, let me get this straight. You and... your brother both had meta quirks. He could… give and take quirks. You could just pass your own quirk on. He decided to become a criminal mastermind. You decided to, I don't know, invest your quirk until someone had enough quirks to fight your brother?"

"And they're all related," said Todoroki.

"And you're all related," said Aizawa with an air of suffering.

"It was significantly less intentional and more complicated than that, but, yes, those are the basics."

"And, for some reason, All Might thought that it was a good idea to pick a teenager for the job."

"In his defense, Eight thought my brother was dead. The one you should really be throwing shade at is Seven."

"I have questions."

One tilted his head. "Normally, I would answer them, but we're running out of time."

Aizawa sighed. "Alright. I'll do it."

"We want to help, too!" said Ochako.

"Three will find a way to ghost murder me if I get you involved in a fight with my brother."

"So would I, incidentally," said Aizawa, "and then I'd expel all of them."

Iida cleared his throat. "Is there any way for us to help without coming into contact with All for One?”

“Yes,” said One, clapping his hands together. “Getting out before that Suzuki fellow does and giving Izuku some good publicity.”

One’s image seemed to waver and split, then, as if Ochako had crossed her eyes. She blinked, hard, but after that there were still two of them.

“I’ll lead you to my brother’s mind,” said one of the Ones, waving at Aizawa.

“I’ll stay and try to help the rest of you get out,” said the second One. “We should - Oh.”

“Oh?” repeated Aizawa. “‘Oh,’ what?”

“Oh, we forgot about someone,” said One.

“Oh,” said All for One, catching sight of an anomaly. “Who is this little intruder to our gathering?”

“Just some government lackey,” said Miranda, hands still for now, but in a position where she could likely summon ball lightning in a matter of minutes. “Not someone you can use as a hostage.”

“Actually,” said Ryuji, who, unusually, had yet to disappear from All for One’s senses, “if you could figure out a way to get rid of him, it would be convenient.”

“Two!” snapped Nana.

“Come on, we were all thinking it,” said Ryuji.

“You can’t use a him as a murder weapon,” hissed Nana. “Nine will get in trouble.”

“You’rethe one who repeatedly dropped him from a dozen stories up. And the one who was fantasizing about murdering him in real life.”

“That daydream could have belonged to anyone.”

“It had Gran Torino in it.”

“Eight knows Gran, too!”

All for One coughed, returning the full attention of the vestiges to himself. “Is this a pathetic attempt at a distraction?”

“Do you know any other adjectives?” asked his little brother, who was slouching off to the side with his hands in his pockets.

All for One sneered. “Are you not taking this seriously?”

“Not really, no,” said Kazuki, “and neither are you, or else we’d be fighting already. We both know that what you can affect here is limited.” He started counting off on his fingers. “You can’t bring us back with you, you can’t affect Nine’s morality, you can’t take the stockpile, you--”

“I knew it!” shrieked the little intruder, jabbing a finger at All for One. “I knew it! You’re All for One! Midoriya is working for you!”

“Hey, if you’re going to do the sibling thing and prove me wrong about the whole ‘can’t do anything’ thing, can I suggest you start with him?”

All for One narrowed his eyes and scanned his relatives. There was an uncharacteristic lack of protest.

“Are you briar patching?”

“No,” said Hibiki, “they’re quite serious. I personally would prefer it if you didn’t kill him, but not enough to risk myself.”

He could always trust Hibiki to be blunt and straightforward. He got it from his wonderfully forthright and businesslike mother. He hadn’t loved her like he loved his current, still-living spouse, but she had been refreshing.

“Mood,” said Rokuya.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” said dear, sweet Izuku, raising a hand, “but I’m not actually comfortable letting All for One kill him in front of us.”

“Don’t try that now! You’ve shown your true colors, traitor!”

“Don’t worry, kid,” said Daigoro, “we’re pretty sure he won’t be able to.”

“Torture, then.”

“Not sure he can do worse than Nana did.”

“All I did was drop him!” protested Nana.

“Repeatedly, from a great height,” Miranda reminded her.

Everyone was much more relaxed, now, and… were they ignoring him? They were!

“Are you all under the effect of a quirk?”

“Yeah,” said Kazuki. “How else do you think this is happening?”

“No, I mean… your personalities… they’re all…” He gestured at the One for All users who had stopped to watch him.

“Niichan, I’ve tried to tell you this before, but at least for me, I’m not all that great a person. You just suck so enormously that I look like a saint in comparison.”

“That’s not true!”

“It is,” said Kazuki. “I mean, think back to our first argument. I was less concerned with your overall morality and more concerned with the fact that the demon king alway loses--”

“Excuse you, but I’ve beaten every one of you.”

“No you haven’t,” said Hibiki. “I, at least, died with no input from you.”

“Killing you is obviously different from beating you,” said All for One.

“I mean, by the time you chucked me in that vault, it had evolved to a moral and ethical complaint,” said Kazuki, his one visible eye unfocused in remembrance. “But it started out with me worried about you getting yourself killed.”

“No it didn’t.”

“It really did. You know, I don’t think I ever told you this, but if you’d been twenty percent more ethical? I would have absolutely been on your side.”

“What.”

“I mean, it was you, the government, and ragtag resistance groups, and the government sucked.”

“I can confirm that,” said Miranda, “and it continues to be disgustingly corrupt. But since you’re also swimming through the human experimentation cesspit, we’re staying where we are. Don’t get any ideas.” She ended the sentence with a hiss and fog started rolling in.

“I agree that if you stayed away from the kidnapping, murder, and cult stuff, I would have probably stayed with you,” said Ryuji. “Except you did do all that stuff… Why are we even talking about this?”

“I would add personal freedom to the list of things I’d want from you in the hypothetical world where we stayed on the same side,” said Hibiki, “but, otherwise, I agree.”

All for One blinked several times, a small part of his mind cherishing the fact that he had eyes. “Do you all feel that way?” he asked, oddly touched but also strangely disturbed.

“No,” said Daigoro, “the rest of us hate you and the government just about equally.”

All for One turned his gaze to the quivering ‘government lackey.’ “I see. So, I suppose I have the government to thank for this turn of events. Hm? What did you do to have these soft-hearted fools so upset with you?”

The little man squeaked and jabbed something like an epi-pen into his leg. A second later, he vanished.

“Wait,” said Izuku. “Wait. THAT’S how to get out? That’s so stupid! Can we do that?” The last was said as an aside to Nana.

“Not with him here,” said Miranda. Her voice had dropped back into its more dangerous registers.

“Oh, so we are going to fight after all,” said All for One, clapping his hands and smiling. “What fun.”

“I can’t believe you distracted him and got Suzuki to leave like that,” said Aizawa as they stepped out of the fog.

“Well, my brother always did like to hear the sound of his own voice. And be a jerk, but I’m sure that was obvious,” said One. They came to a stop in front of a normal-looking apartment building. One sighed. “This is where we lived,” he said. “Before…” He sighed again.

Aizawa examined One out of the corner of his eyes. He looked tired.

“How much of what you said back there was true?”

“Huh? Most of it, really. My successors built me up as some kind of big good, but I was never anything but a normal guy with a slightly more functional moral compass than my brother.”

From what Aizawa had seen so far, he suspected One was seriously underselling himself.

“I’m sorry,” said One, “but I’m going to have to leave you here. Nine’s quirk should look like a younger version of himself. He couldn’t have been any older than five when it was taken.”

“Anything else I should know about?”

“Sorry, not really… I’ve not exactly been inside my brother’s head. If you manage to find a switch labeled ‘empathy,’ you might take a second to flip it on. Or not. Could be booby trapped. Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Great,” said Aizawa.

“Midoriya-san,” said Mr. Compress. “We’ve been searching for quite some time now, I hate to say it, but I rather suspect that your son has thoroughly escaped.”

“Escaped,” repeated Midoriya. “Like a prisoner.”

Mr. Compress coughed into his fist. Tomura glared at him through a fog of exhaustion. He was wearing a mask. Why bother with the fist at all? Sometimes, Tomura felt like the only sane person on a planet of aliens.

“Honestly, we didn’t even know he was in the area, Midoriya-san. But… Perhaps at this point, the best course of action would be to return to our, uh… temporary base so that you can get some clothes. I’m sure Dabi will have something that can fit you.”

“Or maybe,” said Toga, hesitantly, “Magne might have had something?”

“Excellent idea, Himiko! Yes, I’m sure Magne’s clothes will be much more appropriate.”

“I don’t know that dressing her in a dead woman’s clothes is a good idea?” whispered Twice.

“Normally,” said Midoriya Inko, “I would say that the fires of my anger at Hisashi provide me with enough warmth to scorch the ground I walk on but—” she shivered, “—unfortunately you may be right. I’m not a young woman anymore, and Izuku would want me to be safe and healthy. So that I can give Hisashi a… firm talking to.”

Tomura shuddered. The ice in her tone was more frigid than the toilet seat in their stupid unheated bathroom at night.

… He hoped Sensei didn’t get a mind reading quirk in the near future. He definitely didn’t want him to know about that metaphor.

“Machia, will you be a dear and take us back? And Mr. Compress, would you put Dr. Garaki back in one of your marbles? I suspect he’ll be… more comfortable that way.”

At least Tomura wasn’t the doctor.

Machia leaned down and let them all get on, though not before fixing Tomura with a glare and delivering some glitchy threat about the ‘Little Lord’ and ‘playing nice.’ Completely redundant, what with Midoriya Inko’s much more pertinent and detailed threat regarding the same thing.

“Hey,” said Twice. “Do you guys smell--? It’s like a barbecue!”

Himiko sniffed the air. “It does smell kinda smokey, guys. Do you think Dabi got in a fight, too?”

“With who?” asked Tomura.

“Well, Izu-chan has to still be around here somewhere, right?” asked Himiko, putting a finger to her lips.

Machia sped up.

“It’s probably just the wind blowing someone’s bonfire smoke this way,” said Spinner.

Machia slowed down again.

Tomura frowned. “There shouldn’t be anyone close enough for that,” he said. If Dabi had set the forest on fire and given away their position, he was going to murder him.

Machia sped up again.

They came into sight of their current base and the source of the smoke.

These happened to be the same thing.

“I’m going to kill Dabi,” said Tomura.

“Are we sure it was him?” asked Twice.

“I don’t care.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #fic #fanfic #long night in the valley

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Kiss, but don't tell.

[2.5k+ one shot.]

The writing's been on the wall for years now: Lunick and Solana were enamored with each other, and the question was when, not if they would get together. But once they finally do, they choose to keep it secret, at least for a little while... and just let their relationship be truly only theirs.

[Canon-compliant, Post-canon fic. Some established relationship/dating in secret trope fluff! I wanted to finally write a companion piece to one of my arts I've made.]

Normally, both Lunick and Solana were the exact opposite of the type of people who would hide behind deceit and secrets kept from their friends and family- especially those within their own Ranger Base. But hey, extenuating circumstances called for an exception every now and then.

The glass doors to the Ringtown base slid open as Solana entered through them, ready to give back her report from the mission she’d been on so that she could be off the clock for the evening. She stepped up to the Operator desk with a gleeful grin- which was admittedly perhaps one of knowing a bit too much- and plugged her Styler into the save machine, charging up any energy she’d expended as the Operator on duty handed her the typical report paperwork.

The teal haired girl slid them across the desk towards herself, and leaned over it as she began to fill the forms out. “All went well?” the young man asked, and Solana nodded, looking up at him in a fleeting glance.

“No hiccups,” she confirmed, scribbling in her badge ID number at the bottom once she’d ticked off all the correct boxes and sliding the forms back to him for processing. “Has Lunick come back yet?”

The blonde man let out an amused huff and straightened the papers on his desk, turning in the chair away from her as he reached to place them to work with later. “About half an hour ago. Said he was going to catch the 6:00 ferry to Summerland and get in some beach time while he could.”

It was a lie. And she knew it. He was not in Summerland right now- nor on the way there. But it was by far something she held judgment about in even the slightest way; for she was just about to as well, and was really just making conversation to sell the alibi. Solana grinned toothily, pushing some hair out of her face with an eye roll. “We’re lucky he’s not stationed there, you know. Him and his vacation obsession; we’d never see a day of work outta him in his life if he lived there full time.”

“I was just surprised he wasn’t going with you,” the man teased, a crooked smirk on his lips. “Usually you’re attached at the hip.”

“So the rumors say,” Solana simply joked back with a small laugh, too elated to disagree. “I actually think I’m gonna run out for the evening too, if anyone asks and is looking for me. The sunset off of the Fall City Harbor is just beautiful, you know. And it’s been a while since I spoke to the owner of the Lapras down there.”

“Harbor’s another great date spot,” he mentioned passively, and was met with a knowing deadpan at the insinuation, which he raised his hands in surrender to. “Just saying! I could easily give Kazuki a ring on the styler for you if you wanted to change your plans!”

Solana laughed, shaking her head and taking her styler back with a satisfied click of disconnecting the cord. “Very kind of you, but somehow I think he and I will manage to both enjoy our evenings just as they are, thanks.”

Pivoting with a small snicker, the girl hurried upstairs to the dormitory floor. She hastily showered and changed out of her uniform and into casual clothes, and was in the middle of braiding her hair up into an otherwise regular ponytail when the text came through.

Right, two lefts, another right, middle path, then another left :] <3

That was all the message said. And she grinned upon reading it, able to decode exactly what the content meant. She typed back a response: Be there in 10. See you soon! <3 and hurried down the stairs with her Plusle on her shoulder, excitedly rushing out the door and to the north, into Lyra Forest.

But instead of turning right at the riverbank to head through Krokka Tunnel to Fall City, the Rank 10 Ranger made a left, crossing the small wooden bridge and veering herself deeper into the heavy thicket. Deep Lyra Forest had always been a beast within itself- the treelines were all so similar and maze-like, and it was so incredibly easy to get lost within. Rumors had even been passed around town for generations that some spirit of the forest itself changed the paths each night, rendering it unmappable and unable to be navigated properly. And it was almost true- only the most seasoned Ringtown Rangers knew their way best around these areas. And even then sometimes Solana still felt herself get turned around.

Which also, however, made it the perfect place to hide in plain sight. Solana carefully followed the instructions given to her at every fork in the path once she’d hit the deep forest- right, two lefts, another right, the middle path, and then a final left, dumping her into a small clearing that was shaded nearly entirely by the large canopy of decades’ old trees surrounding it. The slowly-setting sun just barely peeked through them in irregular shapes of a casted warm glow, really setting the scene to take Solana’s breath away- even though she’d knowingly arranged to meet here. And standing right in the center of it all, with a small Ivysaur he’d captured and befriended on the way in making a lopsided heart with its vines behind him, was Lunick himself.

“Evening, Sunshine. Had a good day at work?” He smiled: it was that same crooked and adoring smile he’d always given her. And it made Solana surge forward all at once, practically crashing into him instead of answering, and grabbing either side of his face to press her lips against his in a fervent kiss.

He immediately reciprocated; in fact, he’d practically met her halfway, as his arms wrapped around her back in a loving need to just be able to hold her close. It was this that they were hiding: the fact that they’d recently come to terms with the realization that they both have had romantic feelings for one another, for years now, actually. And had just been too dense and afraid of ruining what else they had to be able to address it before now. They were bound to be met with countless ‘I told you so’s and ‘I knew all along’s once the Delcatty got out of the bag, and so… They’d agreed to keep it their little secret, at least for a short while. To keep the nosy friends, and coworkers, and townspeople- all in the dark of the truth, to just let their relationship… be theirs. Surely they were owed the right to that after all this time of dancing around what both hoped it would one day come to be.

Still, the change was so new, and they were both learning to navigate it together. Solana pulled back, rubbing her thumb over his darkened cheek, and searched his eyes with her own. They practically sparkled in this light, and Lunick couldn’t help but feel almost entranced by them. “Is this okay?” She asked, abetted on a whisper, practically just an exhale of catching her breath. And Lunick just laughed, a haughty laugh, right in her face, before pressing their lips together again briefly in affirmation.

“Just saying- Getting to kiss my girlfriend is so much more than okay,” he swore with the widest of jubilant grins, pulling her torso flush against his own so he could wrap her even further in a warm embrace. He didn’t have to clarify to her what her title was in the way that he did- she was there when they had defined their relationship for good, after all. But he liked saying it anyways, he liked the way the word felt on his lips, liked the way he’d been dreaming of calling her that for real for so long, and now he finally could, and never planned on stopping saying it unless it changed for an even better one down the road.

Even though he teased, Solana just beamed back up lovingly, unable to find it within her to get worked up over the way her breath caught at the reality of it all hitting her again. “Just making sure,” she spoke softly, using her fingers to skim through some of the dark hair that ghosted the nape of his neck. But that inability to fire back at him was temporary, for the smile quickly curled into something more smug, as she stretched on her tiptoes to whisper against the shell of his ear. “By the way, capturing an Ivysaur just to make a grandiose romantic entrance is so cheesy of you.”

He scoffed, reeling back just enough so she could see the determined look on his face. “Not uh. I finally get the chance to spoil you this way, I will not be shamed for going all out. Quite frankly, I don’t think it was enough, I should have found a Roselia and-“

Solana just laughed and interrupted, kissing him again to cut him off (and just because she could). “I never said it wasn’t cute.”

Lunick let out a flustered huff- she had him exactly where she’d wanted him. She finally untangled herself from him just for a moment, dropping to a kneel to pat the middle evolution on its bulb and give it some very deserved praise and affection for a job well done.

Her boyfriend watched as she cooed and coddled over the wild Pokémon, and it only made him fall for her harder. Moments like these, where it was blatantly obvious just how much care and love for the world around her Solana exuded… Those were amongst some of his absolute favorites to witness.

“Thank you for going along with his crazy schemes,” she spoke with a small delighted hum to the grass type, scratching under its chin. “You’re free to go home now. Or you’re also free to stay with us here, if you’d like.”

Before she’d gotten the chance to stand up, she was bombarded by the greetings of a little blue mouse, who careened into her and nearly knocked her off her crouched balance. Solana giggled, catching Minun before she could fall back to the grass beneath them, shaking her head in amusement at the enthusiasm. “Hi, sweetheart, yes, I know. I didn’t say hi to you yet either!”

Plusle at least took care of getting Minun off of Solana for her- by latching onto the other mouse himself and tumbling the both of them down into a snuggle pile on the soft grass. Staring at the two Pokémon in fondness, the teal haired girl stood back up to her feet, immediately looking over at her beloved expectantly. As if to express that she almost wished that were them right now.

He took her hand in his with a small smile of his own, and gently gestured to the backpack he’d brought and set down against a gnarled stump over on the side of the clearing. “I brought us a blanket to share, if you wanted to lay out and look up for a while. I mean, I don’t know how much of the sky we’ll really see, but maybe we can spot some treetop Pokémon in the branches, too.” Lunick squeezed her hand before leaning over to kiss her cheek, enjoying lavishly the way her skin warmed under the touch of his. “Oh, and two boxes of takeout for dinner. Some of your favorite.”

Solana’s eyes narrowed at him, but opposed to their usual glare they held whenever she did that, this was out of her flushed reaction filled with complete and utter adoration of him as a whole. And they did exactly that; together, they spread out the picnic blanket that Lunick had packed and dropped down onto it, slumped against one another with his arm around her hips as they ate the food he’d brought for them. It was nice. It was nice to be there- to be together- and the both of them very thoroughly enjoyed getting to be honest and open about their feelings in the privacy of being hidden within the forest.

Eventually, they did end up laying on the blanket just as Lunick had suggested. And it was just like all the hundreds of times they’d cloud or stargazed before- except a million times better, because they got to hold each other’s hand and press their sides so close and curled into each other that it was hard to tell where Lunick stopped and Solana started. And they could do this freely, without worrying about overstepping a boundary, without potential scrutiny, without anything else besides their love for one another.

Things fell quiet every now and again: they didn’t need to fill the silences when being together was simply enough. Lunick found himself staring at the sky blankly- he hadn’t even registered the shift from bright amber to burnt auburn that had melted now into a rich, deep navy blue. He felt Solana’s free hand on his chest, and let out a profound sigh, knowing she could feel the way his heart was pounding even after all this time.

“I think Spenser knows,” Lunick confessed, and tore his gaze away from where they’d been fixated as he was spaced out. He turned them over to his girlfriend now, awaiting her response, and only realized then that she’d never been staring at the sky at all. She’d only had eyes for him- she’d only ever had eyes for him. He smiled. He should have known.

“…I think Spenser has always known,” she parried back with a small snicker, scrunching her fingers up into a gentle fist on his breastbone before unfurling them again and smoothing out the maroon fabric of his t-shirt beneath them. “But the one good thing about having gone unaddressed as long as we did is that we’ve basically created a perfect excuse, Lunick. I mean, we hardly even have to be mindful of how we act when we’re in front of them all- I’m sure that a lot of it can be just written off as how we always were.” He pressed his lips together in a thin line of agreement, and she had the tiniest of toothy smiles in return. “So long as you don’t go kissing me in the Lobby, I think we can keep it all just for the two of us as long as we want to.”

Lunick rolled on his side to face her, greedily wrapping his arm around her side and cupping her face with his other hand as he snickered with a wicked grin. “I can't make any promises, Sol,” he taunted in a low voice, leaning in to catch her lips in a wanting kiss. When he pulled back it was barely an inch, the sides of their noses still touching, and his breath was close enough to hit her skin when he spoke. “But I agree. And I’m happy to keep it to ourselves for as long as we need before the tease-maggeddon starts.”

She laughed, reaching behind his neck to bury her fingers in the dark hair tufts just above the back of it. “And I’m just happy to be with you,” she added, and it sounded sincere. And don’t get me wrong- it was- but he knew her far too well to not see through the tactic.

“And you’re turning this conversation into a one-upping competition,” he accused with a grin, leaning forward to happily press their lips together before she could deny or try to ‘win’.

He loved her. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet, not so fresh into their actual established relationship, but he did.

And just the same way that he didn’t know she’d reciprocated the romantic interest all this time, he didn’t know now that she loved him too.

#MADE THIS ART SO LONG AGO ABOUT TIME I GOT AROUND TO WRITING IT #pokemon ranger #rangershipping #lemonmade fics #pokemon #solana pokemon ranger #solana pokemon #lunick pokemon ranger #lunick pokemon #pkmn ranger #pkmn #pokemon fic

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Hawks X shy!reader

Hi there! So i posted the first part of my story and thank you to everyone who liked it! I may do a Dabi x reader one-shot a little later, but for now, birb man.

This is a one shot with a shy reader and a little bit of a jealous Hawks. Basically, Hawks has a huge crush on you and you also like him. But you're too shy, but one day you go to the bar with hawks and he confesses to you.

No pronouns mentioned!!

Btw don’t worry I plan to make y/n a total badass in a different one shot ;)

Warnings: none just fluff

Word count: 1587

Edit: here’s part 2!

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God, you were so cute.

Hawks was in his office, gazing at you as you talked to a coworker. He saw the way you timidly smiled, he saw the embarrassed look you gave him when you realized he was staring at you. He quickly looked away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Shit, he was in deep. But how could he resist you, you were just so adorable! The way you would timidly smile at him, the way you would get flustered so easily, the way you would trip over visibly nothing. He just thought you were so cute.

He heard a quiet knock at his door, he peered over and saw you standing there, looking a bit embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry Hawks sir, but it looks like I messed up some paperwork. I completely understand if you're mad or want me to work over time. I'm so sor-” but Hawks cut you off with a hearty laugh.

“Oh yeah I was notified about that, dont worry its all taken care of,” he said in his calm and composed tone. But he didn't miss the look of shock and embarrassment you gave back at him, only to then drop your gaze to your feet.

“Hey seriously, don't worry about it ok? We all make mistakes but you came in here to correct them quickly, right?” He said and gave an empathetic smile. you gave a nod, still looking down at your feet.

He couldn't help but smile a little at how cute you were. Then he had an idea.

“How about this, a few of the other office workers and sidekicks are all gonna go out tonight for some drinks, you should come as you're supposed ‘over time’, ok,” he asked. Hawks was very good at hiding his emotions, if he wasn't you would probably catch on to how nervous he really was. He just didn't want you to turn him down.

Your head snapped up, looking obviously very flustered you said, “Me sir? Are you sure, I mean, I want to but-”

“Then you should come!” he said, maybe a little too excitedly, “come on, I’m being, like, 99% serious here!”

You giggled a little, “99? Not 100?”

“Well, you always have to be kidding by at least 1% of the time,” he said, putting on a reassuring smile, “come on I promise I'll make it fun ok? After all, my dream isn’t just to make hero’s have a little bit more free time, but for civilians as well!”

You nodded, a little bit more confident than before, “ok sir.”

Hawks couldn't help but smirk, “you can drop the formalities kiddo, just Hawks.”

You nodded, “Hawks, got it. Thank you so much Hawks!”

Hawks couldn't help but give you a loving smile as you left his office.

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You smiled wide after leaving Hawkses office. My crush just asked me to come out for drinks!

Maybe you were looking too much into the situation, but still, you couldn't help it! Ever since you came to work at Hawkes agency, you couldn't help but really like him. He’s always so nice and goofy and so passionate about his job!

You let out a loving sigh, which one of your coworkers picked up on.

she looked at you and said, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? What did the boss want to talk about, hmm?”

You looked back up, smiling a little too brightly, “he invited me out for drinks with the rest of you guys, he's always so nice.”

She nodded, but gave you a knowing look, “yeah he is, but be honest,” she smiled a little deviously, “you like him don't you.”

The flustered look on your face was all she needed. But she was right, you definitely had a massive crush on Hawks. He was always so kind to you and never failed to make you laugh. And yet, you knew it was futile. You were a shy, clumsy nobody, and he could have anyone he wanted.

But nonetheless, you sighed and let yourself feel a twinge of giddiness at the prospect of going out for drinks with Hawks.

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Going out was a mistake.

You liked your coworkers well enough, but right now? Not so much. They were all just so loud. You didn't really feel like drinking that night, just hanging out with the people you work with.

But by far the most memorable moment of the night was when some random guy came up to you to try and ask you out. He was obviously drunk, but still he should have seen how uncomfortable you were.

“Heyyyyy there cutie,” his words seem to slur together, you tried to back away from the guy but that just made him advance more towards you.

“What’s wrong sweetie? Come on lemme buy you something.” He said, cheeks rosy.

“N-no thank you sir, I’m good.” You say, obviously scared.

But he just wined, “come onnnnn have some fun.”

“No, really I don’t want to.”

He chuckled, taking a step closer to you. But he was cut off by a male figure.

Hawks smiled up at the guy, yet it wasn’t the same smile he would give to you. You noticed how he was in his normal clothes and not his hero outfit. You blushed a bit by how he protected you behind him.

“Alright pal, I think that’s enough. Find whoever you came with and go home, you’re way too drunk,” the guy huffed, but he seemed to know who he was talking to.

“Tch, whatever,” the guy said, clearly irritated. Nevertheless, he walked away from you and Hawks.

Hawks turned around to face you, “I’m so sorry about that, are you all right? He didn’t do anything, right? If he did I can always help you press charges-” this time you cut him off.

You giggled a little, “no really I’m ok. He just was really weird, that’s all.”

Hawk gave a comforting smile, “I’m glad. Hey,” he said looking around. “Do you wanna get out of here? I can take you back to your place.”

You looked down, a little flustered, “well I mean-”

Hawks just chuckled, “don’t worry, I’ll just walk you home. I promise, hero’s honor.”

You giggled, “sure why not. I trust you.”

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While Hawks walked you home he was a perfect gentleman.

He asked you how you liked your job and he asked what you did before you worked at his agency.

You would also ask him questions, like what it was like being a hero, did he enjoy it, and who his favorite hero was.

“Hmmm,” he said, “it’s gotta be Endeavor. He's been my favorite since I was a kid!” He explained excitedly.

You giggled at how cute he was, and he smiled back at you.

You seemed to reach your house in no time. You didn’t really like how soon all of this had to end so quickly, it felt like you were on cloud 9. I mean, your crush was talking to you! And it was going so well.

As you approached your door, he stopped you, “hey I was wondering,” you looked at him, but he seemed to try to look anywhere but you. “Would you want to, I don’t know, go out for drinks… with just me?”

Your brain stopped working, your crush just asked you out for drinks.

He put his hand up after seeing your expression of shock, “or we could do something else! Or if your not interested that's totally fine, don’t worry about-”

But you cut him off, “no no no! Ummm…” you looked down at your feet. “M-maybe we could go out for lunch tomorrow?”

You looked back up at Hawks and saw him beam with happiness, “yeah! That sounds great!”

You smiled at him, and he smiled back. Soon, he was leaning into you.

“Is it ok if I kiss you,” he asked.

You were a little flustered but nodded non the less.

He smiled, and leaned in.

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Your lips shaped his perfectly.

God, even kissing you was so cute. The way you shyly pressed your lips against his.

It only lasted for a little bit, but it had to be the best kiss of his life.

You shyly looked down at your feet again, “so umm, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He chuckled and leaned over to kiss your check. He whispered, “anytime, cutie.”

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EEEEEEEEEE I LOVE THiS MANNNNN!!!!!

Ok but for real, I hoped you all like this oneshot a lot. I plan to make another Hawks oneshot, probably in the next 3 days or so.

But don’t worry! Part 2 of Oh, To Be In Love is in the work, I just don’t want to rush it. Thank you all so much again! <3

#hawk #mha #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #keigo takmi #keigo takami x reader #mha keigo x reader #mha keigo takami #bnha #bnha hawks #keigo x y/n #keigo x reader

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