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xiaosonlybeloved · 3 months

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Too Late~ Dazai Osamu

featuring:- PM!Dazai Osamu, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned), Chuuya (briefly) warnings:- angst, hurt/no comfort, being hostage, mentions of torture in captivity, graphic mentions of blood and violence, major character death, lmk if i missed anything a/n:- im already sighing on looking at the warnings... it IS bsd i suppose.. well here's what im best at again, in a new fandom, so have some angst that is VERY late set some time before Odasaku's death

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Not many people knew what it was like to have known Dazai before he joined the Port Mafia. To be one of the few people who had been trusted by him. Keyword being ‘had’- for some, some unfathomable reason, he’d drifted away, leaving you behind, alone. Making you wonder if for some reason he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

It hurt. It hurt that you could lose him so easily, despite having been with him throughout the years, making sure he knew that you would always be there for him, silently tending to him after yet another attempt. It hurt because you had no idea what you did wrong to push him away. It hurt because he didn’t care anymore, for you, for them, for your shared childhood.

A fool could have probably known that you shouldn’t have gotten so close to the brunette, that he leaves nothing but a trail of suffering and sorrow in the wake of the people who dared to care for him. You, however, argued that he wasn’t like this before. At all. Again, a fool’s excuse.

Perhaps the Port Mafia had changed him, so much more than it changed you. Because now, he was completely unrecognisable, almost like he was a different person altogether. And you can’t help but dully wonder where the man you once knew almost inside out went, the man who once did his best to stay with you no matter what, when he abandoned you yet again during a joint mission ordered by Mori, citing some logical reasons of why it was better for you to not be with him during a mission. (Like always.) Not even bothering to get your opinion or response, something he never did before joining the Mafia.

You watch silently as the brunette slowly disappears into the horizon, leaving you behind. Again.

That night, as you return to your apartment alone once again, (Bittersweet memories surface in your mind- young Dazai cheerily walking you back home, laughing.), you get the distinct feeling that something is off. You are a mafioso after all, you need to have a keen sense for danger to be alive in this industry. You’re instantly on high alert, even though you look calm as always, with your hands in your coat pockets, ready to pull out your knives in a moment. But you still can’t sense anyone following you. Just to be sure, you take a detour home.

You take a deep breath at the threshold of your door, relieved to be back here. That sense of danger wasn’t as prominent anymore, and you were dying to get some sleep in an attempt to get a certain brunette out of your mind. You’d deal with whatever the problem was tomorrow- you’d had enough today. You can’t help but smile forlornly as you walk into your dimly lit home-

-And then suddenly you’re falling, falling, into a void of darkness, surrounded by the people you care, by him, hurling words at you that stab you like a thousand knives in a nightmare, and dumbly you realise that you walked right into an ability user’s trap, before the unknown ability takes your consciousness, bringing a silent darkness and pain.

*********

Mimic. A foreign organisation, a group of extremely skilled soldiers who sought the Port Mafia for unknown reasons. People who are willing to go to extreme lengths to get what they wanted- much like your own boss, really. And the ones who are your captors.

You can’t move, you’ve been chained. You assume that they want someone valuable to the Mafia as a hostage, and apparently you serve the purpose well. And dammit, you’ve been completely disarmed while unconscious, you can’t feel a single weapon on you. You’re alone, too, but there’s definite signs that someone’s been here, multiple times. There’s also an assortment of sharp weapons some distance away from you, and you think its cruel to leave them in your sight but out of reach. There’s no windows or openings either.

Footsteps echo outside the door of the room you’ve been kept in, breaking your survey of the room and your thoughts of escape routes. Two men walk in, dignified. It’s clear that they are war-trained soldiers. One of them stops talking with a grin, as he notices you awake.

**********

They want an individual from the Mafia on orders of their boss. They claim that Mori has been taking too long in making a decision, and they apparently hope their decision to take you captive will either force Mori to choose, or force you to give up the individual’s identity yourself in exchange for your freedom under pressure. But you can’t, won’t do the latter.

Because the individual they want is Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai’s new best friend, and you know damn well that he would utterly despise you if you gave up his identity, if you took away the one who gave him his reason to smile these days. Bitter thoughts cloud your mind, of how he abandoned you completely over some new friends, and you wonder if it would be better to just tell them. But then, your mafia sense kicks in, reasoning that if Mori doesn’t want his identity to be revealed yet, then you're probably as good as dead if you choose for him instead and return alive. (You would later realise that this thinking, too, was planned out by Mori, that bastard.) Your captors let hints slide that they’ll let your absence build up for a while, then let the Mafia know of your being their captive. Hopefully they do something.

You’ll just have to do your best to get out of those damn bonds by then, or survive till then. This was a very convenient time to wish that Dazai had taught you his little trick on how to unlock handcuffs, you think wistfully.

*********

As it turns out, surviving is an extremely hard thing to do after a few days have passed since Mori was apparently informed about the news of your captivity. Mori still hadn’t responded with his decision. Proof being the various cuts and bruises littering your skin already, a few small bloodstains already on the wall and floor. Not too much. Yet. They were intent on forcing your answer out of you, and clearly wouldn’t mind going to extremes for it.

You did your utmost to not make a single reaction when the knife pierced through your skin again, despite the pain that shot through your body for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, you were well trained on how to not divulge information in captivity- after all, the Port Mafia really couldn’t risk their insider secrets getting out.

You were still intent on escaping, on getting out. You still had a flicker of hope in you, that someone would come for you, that he might come for you, despite the past few days proving fruitless. You refused to give up yet. You still believed in him, in them, that you wouldn’t be abandoned so easily by your kin.

‘Such a naive belief’, you would dully think some days later.

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Hope seemed like such a foolish thing now. You had lost track of time in the room without windows. No idea of how many days or weeks had passed. They weren’t coming for you. Of course they weren’t. You weren’t that important anyways, easily replaceable. Casualties happened often, what did it matter if someone died by being taken hostage? You truly attempted to free yourself, many times. You never succeeded, and each time you only received more wounds as punishment. Your captors were merciless, to say the least.

Wounds. That seemed like a small word to use at this point, with how battered and bruised you were. Your clothes were bloodsoaked, and you’d lost count of the number of scars and cuts you’d gained from your captors a long while ago. You could sense they were getting extremely frustrated by the lack of response. You didn’t mind, you didn’t care. You’d even stopped screaming when they cut you particularly deep- you just didn’t have any strength left in you at all. You passed out a few times from extreme blood loss. You could almost hear Mori in your mind, scolding you to get up already.

Mori. Of course, everything was probably a part of his heartless plans, fully willing to use any number of pawns for their execution.

At this point, you just wanted to be put out of your misery.

Your wish was granted some time- days?- later.

*******

Dazai was initially relieved when you didn’t show up to your next joint mission. He wouldn’t have to ensure your safety and hide his feelings again. But he’d quickly figured out that something was wrong when you didn’t show up again, and again, and you were nowhere to be seen around the Port Mafia buildings either. He’d gathered up the courage to go to your apartment, but had immediately sensed the ability at the entrance and deactivated it. That was what confirmed it for him, and finally, he allowed himself to feel fear for his childhood best friend. For you.

He was well aware that he didn’t deserve to, after how terribly he treated you in an attempt to protect himself from his emotions. His only defence was that he was afraid of hurting you- he knew his reputation well. But that didn’t matter right now- he had to find you. Except not a single person had a clue of your whereabouts. The only person he hadn’t questioned yet was Mori.

Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to go beyond the doors of Mori’s office. He was scared. Scared of what he’d find.

Again, that would prove to be one of his biggest mistakes, when Kouyou grimly approached him, having accidentally obtained information about you that she wasn’t even supposed to know in Mori’s office. Kouyou cared for you enough to let Dazai know of your situation.

Dazai felt sick to the core when he saw the single picture attached in the message Kouyou sent him, along with a decision to choose between you and the future-seeing ability user- Odasaku. His heart dropped into his stomach even more when he saw that the last message was a few days ago. What if-?

No. Dazai refused to think of that possibility. He’d track down the source of that picture, he’d hunt them down, make them regret their decision, and he’d get you back. He’d make sure of it. He had too many apologies he owed to you after all, even if they would never make up for all that he’d done. He would.

*******

You were surprised that their boss hadn’t shown up to interrogate you yet. You simply stared hollowly at the walls as the door slammed open and the highest-ranked individual in the facility walked in, knife in hand.

Not a single piece of information slipped past your mouth, as he went through the routine torture process.

Time passes, and you can see that he’s grown extremely frustrated with your lack of response. One of the others standing at the door, watching your misery, suggested that he simply kill you and get it over with. It was pointless to keep you around anymore.

‘Finally’ you think darkly. You didn’t think you could hold out for much longer.

You close your eyes, not wanting to see your killer. Instead, you remember the people you care for, silently apologising to them for giving up. Somewhere, in the background, you hear the distant noises of shouting. Probably some of the other soldiers playing cards or something again.

Despite you willing yourself to not make a sound, a shattering scream tears itself out of your throat when you feel the knife harshly stabbed straight into your heart. Your killer twisted it roughly- another scream, your last- and then pulled the knife out.

You feel yourself fall forward, double in on yourself, wrists held back to the wall. The agony is excruciating, but hopefully it won’t last long. To you, it feels as if your screams are echoing in the room, or maybe in your mind, and your vision has gone blurry in pain. But then, you realise through your numb haze that your screams do not sound like that- you’ve heard the sound enough.You realize that maybe someone has attacked your captors.

There’s a terrified shout mixed in all the clamor, and its a voice that you would recognise anywhere. ‘But there’s no way’, you think hollowly. No one cared enough to come for you.

Then you feel yourself falling forward suddenly, blood gushing out from your chest, into someone’s familiar arms as your eyes close. The handcuffs are gone. Faintly, you hear a voice- his voice- through the ringing in your ears, saying something unintelligible to you. You can’t understand what's being said, but you struggle to open your eyes one last time to see.

And somehow, Dazai is there, holding you tightly, eyes full of panic and terror, everyone else in the room crushed to the ground. He’s saying something worriedly to someone behind him- Chuuya. You briefly wonder if you’re hallucinating, but decide against it- this all feels too real. This must have been the shouts in the distance.

They came for you. In the end, they came, albeit a bit too late. You feel yourself being lifted, and then Dazai is running out, holding you carefully as if you could break any moment- you’re already broken though. You feel the cool night breeze for the first time in ages, see the beautiful moon again. A small smile rests on your lips as you feel yourself finally fall limp in his arms. ‘He still looks as pretty as before, and maybe, just maybe, he still cares for you’, is what you think.

You shut your eyes again, surrendering yourself to the darkness beyond the agony.

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Horrified is much too mild a word to use, when he sees your condition. When he sees you being stabbed in front of his eyes, when you fall limp in his arms. The next moments are a panicked blur, Chuuya saying something to take you somewhere, that he’ll handle this place. He runs straight out, towards the Mafia building, towards the doctors, towards the hospital, anywhere, anywhere you can be saved.

But its already too late, he knows it when you don’t move in his arms anymore, when your bleeding chest doesn’t rise and fall again, and he doesn’t know what else to do apart from screaming in sorrow and fear, because he’s just lost the one person who understood him like no one else, who cared for him like no one else, who he stupidly pushed away, and its all because of him. He falls to his knees, still clutching your lifeless, bleeding body. Your face had a hint of a smile in your last few moments, and that is what finally breaks him. All he can do is cry out apologies continuously, tears freely streaming down his face, for everything he’s done wrong, for how he’s treated you, for being too late to save you.

finallyyy, and as usual, votes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated also lmk if you guys want a happy ending :D

#extra:- this was all part of mori's plan to make dazai leave pm without actually making him leave bc he feared dazai wanted his position #and he follows this up with oda's death to finally push dazai over the edge as he lost the two ppl he cared abt the most and left #skylia's works #bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai angst #bsd angst #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai bsd #dazai x reader angst #bsd oneshots #dazai oneshots

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fatkish · 8 days

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Funny (Y/N) x MHA

Inside the teachers lounge:

(Y/n): *looking at Aizawa from across their desks* choke me with your thighs daddy.

Aizawa: no

Vlad and Hizashi: *spits out drinks*

All Might: *chokes as blood spills from his mouth*

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All might: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves?

Aizawa: Milfs.

(Y/n): Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves.

All might: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for???

Hizashi: Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties.

Hizashi: I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago.

(Y/n): Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck.

All might: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—

All might: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY!

Hizashi: Oh, is it not mom in late fouries?

Aizawa: What? No! It isn't!

Hizashi: THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME!

(Y/n): Hizashi...

Hizashi: THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION!

(Y/n): I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you.

Hizashi: ALL MIGHT, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION!

All might: The word milf has been ruined for me.

Aizawa: THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!

(Y/n): Y'all are dumbasses.

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Midnight: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Hizashi: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?

Aizawa: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.

(Y/n): Guys

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All might: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

(Y/n): *sighing* Aizawa.

Aizawa: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.

Hizashi: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

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*Bakusquad is learning CPR on a test dummy*

(Y/n): So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?

Kirishima: No, (Y/n). They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.

(Y/n): No, that’s not part of it—

Mina: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?

Denki: I would want to live with no legs.

Bakugou: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Sparky. You don’t do anything.

(Y/n): All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him.

Kirishima: *pumps frantically*

(Y/n): Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.

Sero: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?

Bakugou: How’s that gonna help you Tape arms?

Sero: I will divide and then count to it.

Bakugou: Right.

(Y/n): Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?

Denki: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Y/n), on the phone: Uh. . Hey, Hizashi , i uh, I’ve been stabbed.

All Might: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?

(Y/n): Wait- You aren’t Hizashi . Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you-

All Might: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THATS BEEN STABBED.

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Aizawa: Your smug self-assuredness is revolting.

(Y/n): I think we need to validate self confidence more, lest you end up angry at others for having even a sliver of it. I've done nothing wrong and I have a heart of gold.

Vlad king: I think this message is extremely valid, but also (Y/n) has implied wanting to set off the Yellowstone supervolcano, so what's the truth?

(Y/n): I want to set it off.

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(Y/n): Why are you like this??

Aizawa: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Dabi: I'm trash.

(Y/n): As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Dabi:

Dabi: You smooth motherfucker.

Dabi: And yes it does.

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(Y/n): Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Aizawa: You always act stupid.

Aizawa:

Aizawa: Wait…

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Twice: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Dabi:

Dabi: I'm gonna tell them.

(Y/n): Don't you dare.

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Toga: You really believe in (Y/n)?

Tomura: Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

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Kurogiri: I had to pick up (y/n) early.

Mr. Compress: That’s alright. Have they been sick?

Tomura: No, not sick, they’re just very upset because they’ve had a hard day.

Dabi: Wait, why did they have a hard day?

Tomura: They took their two pet snails to school with them today, and they had the snails in their book bag. They let out the snails by the sink in the back of the classroom for some exercise, and some kid, who was visiting the class that day, thought they were snails that had come inside from the playground, so they threw (y/n)’s snails out the window.

Dabi: Oh my god.

Kurogiri: I know you are laughing, guys, but please act sad about it when they get home today.

Dabi: I’ll try but that is hilarious.

Tomura: Yeah, I know. Stupid pet snails.

Tomura: I’m trying not to let (y/n) see me laugh.

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(Y/n): Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Aizawa and I are dating.

Nedzu, Hizashi, All Might, and Aizawa: *gasp*

(Y/n): Aizawa, why are you surprised?!

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(Y/n), about Hizashi and Aizawa: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Aizawa: Excuse me, (Y/n)?

(Y/n): You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Hizashi: ...

Nedzu: I ship it!

All Might: CAN YOU NOT?

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(Y/n): Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water??

Nedzu: Y- you were putting it in cold water??

Aizawa: (Y/n). Answer the question, (Y/n).

(Y/n): Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason.

(Y/n): Plus you think I have the patience to boil water?

Nedzu: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes??

Aizawa: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it?

Nedzu: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove?

Aizawa: It takes less than a minute.

Nedzu: Is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun???

Aizawa: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove?

Nedzu: Like seven minutes??

All Might: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan!

Aizawa: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? All Might? Your stove is enchanted!

(Y/n): Every single person here is a fucking lunatic.

Hizashi: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?!

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x y/n #aizawa x y/n #bnha incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #dabi x y/n

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wellthebardsdead · 6 months

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Clockwork Heart pt37

Part 36 here

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Kaidan: *sets a number of drinks on the table for the group as they settle in for the night at the bee & barb* from what we found out the only way into the ratway is through a door near the docks.

Nerevar: alright, we’ll head in there tomorrow. Wyrm and Voryn will stay here with-

Wyrm: I’m going. *reaches to the tray grabbing the smallest cup of wine*

Nerevar: No you’re not Wyrm. Not after-

Wyrm: I wasn’t asking ata.

Everyone: *awkward tense silence*

Wyrm: *sighs and sips the wine, grimacing at the taste but finishes it* if all of you keep protecting me I won’t stand a chance against alduin… Im the one his death falls on… not all of you. But you’re all the ones getting hurt trying to keep me safe… I want to help, I want to find answers… *sets the cup down sliding out of his chair* and im tired of people trying to stop me from finding them. *walks off*

Nerevar: *realising just how much he and voryn had been coddling him rather than teaching him* I- W-Wyrm where are you going?

Wyrm: I need to pee. *walks out of the inn and to the outhouse*

Kaidan: his moods deteriorated as the day went on… I’ve never seen him drink before…

Inigo: he’s been lost in his thoughts since we entered the marketplace today… maybe last night is still bothering him?…

Caryalind: come to think of it… Kaidan… you mentioned he seems to handle traumatic events, uncomfortably well. Why is this effecting him just now?

Kaidan: I don’t think he actually handled any of it… I think he just let it built up.

Taliesin: … *gets up* I’ll go talk to him.

Nerevar: *watches him go and looks at the cup* …Have I been holding on too tight?…

*meanwhile*

Wyrm: *sighs fixing his robes after doing his business, his mind wandering back through his memories, recalling the pain he’d suffered and feeling oddly numb as he recalls it, and all the instances were they ultimately lead to him needing to be saved* if it’s so important I stay alive… why did you make me so helpless?… *turns and stares at himself in the cracked mirror* why won’t you tell me?… I tried to come to you myself. I came to the dream sleeve myself to see you, and you pushed me away… why are you always pushing me away? Where are you trying to guide me? If you want so desperately to be understood then why won’t you let me in on the purpose of my very existence?

*silence*

Wyrm: … *places his hand on the glass feeling no response from his reflection, sotha sils presence in his mind and soul, silent* I don’t even have a say in my own fate… do I?… you just wanted me to think I did… *sighs* am I truely just… doomed then to your desires?… just another thing you made to fulfil a purpose?…

*silence*

Wyrm: …Why am I not allowed to just be happy?… you made me to always be happy right?… to be the opposite of you?… so why?… why do you keep… making me sad?…

*silence*

Wyrm: …I’ll behave… please don’t hurt them… don’t hurt voryn, don’t hurt neht, don’t hurt my friends please don’t-… dont… hurt Taliesin… don’t hurt my heart… I won’t cause you anymore trouble… *walks out of the bathroom and immediately freezes as he bumps into a tall red head in black leather armour* … *sighs*

*a few minutes later*

Delvin: Brynjolf I’m telling you take the lad back now or you’re in for it for real this time!

Brynjolf: *carrying Wyrm over his shoulder with ease* What’s up your ass today delvin? He owes us a debt by not giving us his eye. Besides, did you see the lot he was travelling with? I think we can get a lot more out of them in exchange for him*

Wyrm: An ass whooping is all you’re getting out of them…

Brynjolf: *gives him a gentle slap on the thighs* what was that?

Delvin: the truth Brynjolf, I’m telling you’re going to regret this you don’t know who he is!

Brynjolf: worth a lot of money is what he is. *sits Wyrm on a chair in the flagon*

Wyrm: y-you’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t let me go right now!

Brynjolf: and a smart mouth too it seems. *leans in* go on precious, tell me how much trouble I’m in-

Wyrm: *grits his teeth and grips the chair, fed up with being helpless* FUS-

Brynjolf: What the-

“RO DAH!!!!”

Taliesin: *kicks open the door to the flagon with his dagger drawn in time to hear his beloveds thuum and witness a huge splash hit the ceiling of the open space* Wyrm?!

Nerevar: *runs in with his lance poised for bloodshed* WHERE IS- *pauses watching a red haired nord surface from the water gasping for air as he flails in shock*

Delvin: *walks to the broken railing with Wyrm by his side as he looks over the waters edge* I tried to warn you. *looks up to see the group* oh! You’re definitely the lot Enthir told me about.

Wyrm: my friends! Ata! Tali!!!

Nerevar: WYRM! *runs around the waters edge and up into the bar with the others* are you hurt are you okay?

Wyrm: *nods and hurries to his arms* I’m okay- Mr Mallory made sure of it.

Delvin: I’m so sorry about my associates behaviour. I tried informing him who you lot were but he wasn’t having it.

Kaidan: *looking past him to the waters edge, and the veteran high elf pacing it like a tiger* oh… oh he’s having it alright… the minute he gets out of the water.

Wyrm: *looks over and immediately blushes watching Taliesin twirl his dagger as his eyes remain locked on Brynjolf as the nord tries to get out of the water and avoid death* o-oh.

Brynjolf: *running out of stamina as he treads water trying to find a way past him* f-fuck! *pushes off the wall as Taliesin reaches to grab him*

Taliesin: *scowls* keep swimming. I’ve got all day.

Brynjolf: … *just sinks under the water*

Kaidan: is he hiding?

Delvin: that or attempting to drown himself.

???: WHAT IN THE GAPING ASSHOLE OF OBLIVION IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!

Wyrm: *turns and immediately hides behind nerevar seeing another dark armoured figure step into the flagon*

Delvin: Sorry boss, Brynjolf causing trouble with Enthirs son and his companions. Little fella has quite a set of pipes on him. Launched him into the drink with one breath. *looks at Wyrm then at the group* This is Mercer Frey, leader of the thieves guild, an old associate of your dad as well.

Mercer: Enthir huh?… *looks at the group quietly before locking eyes with nerevar and feeling a shiver run down his spine* which one of you is it then? Who sent my second in charge into the- *looks over to the waters edge hearing splashing and panicked screaming as Taliesin suddenly rips Brynjolf from the water threatening to kill him* is it him?

Taliesin: ILL GUT YOU ALIVE FOR TOUCHING HIM!

Brynjolf: *still gasping for air after holding it for so long* F-fu-uck! Help!

Wyrm: *ignoring the chaos as he slowly peers out from behind nerevar* n-no it’s me.

Mercer: *looks back at the group hearing the voice and expecting there to be someone at least bosmer height standing there, only to look down further to see him* Oh- talk about pocket sized. And here I was thinking niruin and etienne were short-

Wyrm: Etiennes alive?? He made it back safe?

Mercer: Huh. So you’re the short dunmer who saved him… looks like the guild owes you a debt then. I’ll see if I can come up with a way to compensate you then just- can you call your friend off now? *looks over again to see Taliesin holding Brynjolf down as he tries to stab him*

Brynjolf: IM SORRY! CALL HIM OFF PLEASE!!!!

Wyrm: oh- um, tali- *hiccups and wobbles a little*

Kaidan: oop. There’s the wine.

*a few hours later*

Wyrm: *sitting on his bed in the bee & barb, pouting as Caryalind braids his hair* I’m-im not drunk! I can still help! *hiccups and falls back into him as Taliesin walks over with his night shirt*

Taliesin: your highness can you hold my drunk little silk moths arm up please?

Caryalind: *nods doing as asked* this drunk after one glass of wine?

Lucien: *getting ready for bed too* and I thought I was a lightweight. Do you think he’ll get a hangover from this?

Taliesin: *pulls the shirt over Wyrm and pulls his hair through the neck hole as he adjusts it* I hope not, he’s been through enough pain already- I- Wyrm sit down. *grabs him as he tries to get up again*

Wyrm: *whines kicking his legs* Taliii! You’re being mean!! I wanna help find Esbern! *slips out of his arms and runs to the door hurrying out* …

Delvin: *offered to guard them as an apology from the guild, suddenly walks in holding Wyrm under his arm* caught him. Surprisingly hard to keep ahold of him.

Taliesin: *sighs* you have no idea. *takes the small dunmer from him* thank you again for keeping watch…

Delvin: From everything you told me, it’s the least I can do. Especially since he’s enthirs boy… *looks at wyrm, then Caryalind, then voryn as the poorly chimer rests* Lot of valuable people in this room, and a lot of people in this city alone who’d benefit from doing them harm… You have my word I’ll keep you safe from them.

Taliesin: thank- WYRM!!

Wyrm: *slipped out of his shirt and making a break for it again*

*1 hour later*

Wyrm: *still tipsy but no longer intent on streaking down to the ratway again, now trying to get comfortable against Taliesin as the alcohol keeps him wide awake* … *shifts a little in the high elfs arms earning a soft moan in response, his lover fast asleep and clearly enjoying being in a real bed after days on the road*

???: the boss find anyone for the goldenglow job yet?

Delvin: Goldenglow? Nah. Even lovely Vex barely made it out of there alive.

Wyrm: huh?… *shifts to get up only for Taliesin to hug him closer* …aw biscuits…

???: I could do it-

Delvin: absolutely not sapphire. You’re great with a blade but there’s hundreds of mercs crawling that place. If you get caught who knows what they’ll… they’ll do to you… I don’t want you to go through that again.

Sapphire: *sighs* I know… but who else is willing to try it then? All you have to do is burn the bee hives right?

Delvin: and get the documents out of the safe that Maven wants. Vex tried going in through the sewer route but got caught on her way in… barely made it out alive.

Wyrm: … *looks back at Taliesin then down at the dwarven spider in his bag* pssst. Mr wrench.

Mr wrench: *activates and sprawls out his legs* ???

Wyrm: *slides out of taliesins arms putting a pillow there before pulling on his robes and boots* I’m done making everyone protect me. *picks him up and walks to the window, peering out of it nervously before climbing out onto the roof* We’ll be back before they wake up.

Mr wrench: *suddenly pops his legs up making them spin around rapidly as another two poke down for handles*

Wyrm: *grabs on as the spider takes flight, the magicka within the spinning blades strong enough to carry him off of the roof, and out of the city to a little bee farm in the middle of the lake* let’s go.

*meanwhile down in the ratway*

Nerevar: *sheaths his sword kicking the severed head of a thalmor agent out of the way as he walks to a heavy iron door* Esbern!!! By order of the blades I demand you open this door or I’ll break it down myself!!!

Esbern: *from the other side of the door* what? Who on nirn are you?! Go away!

Nerevar: *eye twitching as he pulls his lance from his back* Boethia. Guide me.

#Wyrm dragonborn #delvin mallory #nerevar #skyrim taliesin #voryn dagoth #Lucien skyrim #inigo skyrim #Kaidan skyrim #Caryalind skyrim #brynjolf skyrim #mercer skyrim

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years

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All for One who falls for an older darling that he takes for his own and then gives a long life quirk or puts in statis until can be woken up? I think he'd be really cheeky about being "younger" even tho the biggest issue is his villainy

lowkey tho 'puppy love gone wrong' is my favorite trope??? Maybe you babysat him when you were both younger and he was being really wierd but you indulged him anyway because he was a cute kid and now when he's all grown up he's a monster. Absolutely amazing.

bro at first i thought you were talking about all might. i keep forgetting that all for one is like mha's main villain lfjkljdsklfjdskljsklf

im praying they didn't give him a backstory, i haven't caught up to the manga yet whoopssss

(Yandere, implied kidnapping, possessiveness)

You were nice to him when he was a kid.

Nice may not have been the best term. Friendly? Amicable? You greeted him whenever he passed by, which was more to say for any of the other people that lounged around that shitty neighborhood. You weren't really sure if you could count it as bullying, but you felt bad for him. Pitied him.

It's been a long time since you've seen that neighborhood. Years? Decades?

Were they even alive anymore?

"Yet again, I see you've barely eaten."

You don't scowl. It's useless to convey your anger, wasted on someone so nonchalant. Instead you resort to stretching, ignoring him.

You can hear him smile.

"Do I have to spoon feed you?" He speaks again, "I don't mind."

"You don't but I do," You speak, your voice sharp, "I just like taking my time."

He hums, sitting down next to you, you can feel his gaze on you as you keep your eyes focused on the window. Currently you watch the birds play in the birdbath you set up last week. It was tiring, you worked all day on that. Looking back, you should have been sunburned. The sun was always so high in the sky. It felt like summer. Yet, you didn't feel anything but a pleasant warmth.

It shouldn't surprise you, it wasn't like anything in this world was real.

The only thing here that existed was you.

He made sure of it.

"Finally got a break from terrorizing people?" You asked, "Bored? Is that why you came to bother me?"

He laughs. It used to terrify you. Now you just sigh.

"I always have time for you," He says pleasantly.

"Were you frustrated? Is that why you're acting up?"

You glance away from the birdbath. You still don't look at him, deciding that the interior of the house was much more interesting. Your dream home, you had remembered telling him in some magazine all those years ago. Back when he was still shorter than you, back when he was cuter, smaller. Nothing but a small inconvenience.

You can barely remember that magazine now. You bet it wasn't even being produced anymore.

"I'm not frustrated." You sigh.

"So, are you here for a reason?"

"I wanted to see you," He coos, allowing an arm to rest on your shoulder, "Aren't you happy to see me? It's been so long."

Barely a week. You honestly wished he'd stay away longer.

"Also, I wanted to ask you what you wanted for your birthday."

Your birthday...? Was it that time of the year again? You couldn't tell. It was always summer here. The sun always shined.

How old even were you?

You weren't able to hide your shock that well. He was laughing, leaning closer.

"Did you forget?"

You don't answer. You can feel his fingers trail over your neck. You look at your own fingers. You're sure nearly a century has passed by now, maybe even more, yet you still remained the same. As young as you were the day he trapped your here.

You couldn't say the same for him.

"Do you have anything planned?" You ask.

"Not really," He hums into your hair, "I'll leave that up to you."

It's not the first time he's asked you this. You've never had an answer, always too angry, too frustrated.

Today, your mind is clear enough to speak.

"I'd like to go outside?"

"That's it?" He muses, "We could go for a walk, right now? It's always so pretty-"

"You know what I mean."

He gently urges you into his neck. You follow, allowing yourself rest your head against his chest.

"It's dangerous, my love," It's funny, even when you're the older one, he always finds a way to chastise you.

"You'll be there, won't you?" You respond, "What, an entourage of quirks and you can't protect me from slipping on a banana peel?"

It's phrased as a joke. You don't laugh. He doesn't either.

You think you've finally mastered the art of patience, but the silence last for what feels like years. You almost can't take it.

"A day," He finally says, "Just one day."

You don't respond, not at first. You're pushing away the hope, because it's useless. It's useless to hope.

"When?" You ask.

"Soon."

#yandere #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere all for one #yandere x reader #implied kidnapping #dub con touching #possessiveness

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croppedandchopped · 30 days

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My head feels weird, like I should be wearing something to cover it, I'm missing the feel of my headphones, the pressure specifically, makes my head feel safe. I wonder how long your brain can stay outside of your head until it stops working, does a human mind need to be in a body to work or if i put a brain in a jar and kept it alive would it still think. Sometimes I wish I could take my brain out and wash it, like scrub into its folds with heavy disinfectant kind of washing, set it alight for a little bit just to take the layer of dirt off the top. Feeling mentally dirty is weird, memories seem to keep a lot more than just dust in my mind, they're sticky and slippy so even if i wanted to think about it i can't, it just slips straight out back into those little corners of my head.

I think the inside of my mind looks like one giant picnic cloth, don't know why, just feels right. It's light green and gray checkers and covers of a layer of probably grass or dirt, not sure yet, i haven't bothered looking under it, probably find ants crawling beneath, they don't like to be ontop of the blanket, unlike the grubs and maggots which love having their little celebrations on one of the coloured squares. I saw three of them having a birthday party recently, little party hats and all, might have been six years old looking at the candles but Im not sure if maggots age the same way i do in my mind. Funny thing was, across from the little party of three was another one, just sitting on its own, it was invited I think but just prefers to celebrate on its own, I'll call him Hockney.

Did you know that when grubs turn eight they travel down the stream of glass into the big soup that is time and come back out as winged pigs? Only two years to go for those little guys until they can finally fly again. I guess when you are reborn you forget about where you came from so flying for them will feel like the first time all over again. I wont be able to experience anything for the first time again, thats not where Im going, time soup doesn't really agree with people like me, just kinda chews them up and spits them out into tiny green pebbles, even if you followed the glass stream right until the end. I guess that fine, I don't need to learn how to fly, or have another chance of life, i still havent worked this one out. But if I could do something for the first time again it would be breathing. I would want my first breath to be of smoke and fumes, choking of gasoline and the thick air of the city so when I reach my final meandering (which I know will be a field in the middle of nowhere) my last breath will be the cleanest of my life.

Is it better for you life to start happy and end sad or start sad and end happy. I think happiness is a conspiracy theory made up by the crane angels to let them use our shins for their rituals. Can't be happy if you still have your shin bone they say, but I have removed a shin bone before and I never felt any different. It wasn't my shin bone to be honest but I didn't think that mattered, they just put it on their weird pile and say that the happiness tied to the bone will wriggle out of the marrow and crawl up your nose while you're asleep. Maybe it does have to be your own bone but I don't think I'm ready to part with anything just yet, it makes me safer having it all around me. If they asked for one of my eyes instead, they could take that, but happiness can't grow outside of marrow so theirs no point.

I know why the crane angles want our shins, not for the happiness that crawls out but how when the shin bone is hollow their sadness can hide away in it instead. I guess they have too much negativity to be stored in such narrow bodies, no wiggle room for other emotions.

I did make sure to check all my bones for emotions recently though, happiness is still in my shins but I dont want to let go of them yet so no feeling that right now, but I still have a little bundle of joy right underneath my left kidney that keeps me going, just the usual amount thats left after a long trip to the grazing meadows. Put out to pasture they say, more like steal all your kidney stones. Can't trust farmers, they don't need medical certificates to remove your organs, just the blessing of your skin tearing itself open, which mine is prone to doing. As much as I warn it of stranger danger if anyone asks to look past my skin it just unfurls, I don't even sleep with it on anymore, always busy taking itself of for whatever reason. Don't really care its not like it's actually attached to me or anything.

My brain feels itchy, tired but mainly itchy, I can feel the dirt and crumbs on it. I think I will try and remove it this time. I already have no shin and I think that little hinge on my skull is still there so it won't do any harm to see what's in there and give it a good scrub down, might even hold it in my hands while I go into my mind to see those little partying grubs. That'll be fun and since I'm not in a big field right now, I know I can't be removed.

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A little while ago you said that you have nuanced feelings on Clem x Louis, and I think that’s how I’d describe my opinion on the ship as well. I was just wondering, what makes you feel that way? Personally, I think they’re romance scenes are cute and sweet, but the whole situation with Marlon makes me unable to see them as anything other than friends. I think they both mean a lot to each other, but the idea that they’d want to date so soon after that whole ordeal’s a bit of a stretch to me.

putting this under a read more so if anyone even Thinks they might get upset about mild louis opinions they can move on and stay happy. seriously people take this stuff too seriously sometimes and i dont want to stir anyone up but also im allowed to have my own opinions OKAY. none of this means i dont like him or them OKAY??

okay

thats pretty much where my opinions are too

the stuff with marlon and the vote is Definitely the biggest thing that influences my opinion about their romance. i always forget just how Cruel he is in EP2 😭 like im on your side dude what aj did was wrong can we just talk about this 😭 but he votes to kick them out. like his reaction about marlon doesnt bother me, its his insistence on kicking them out that does 😔 my clem will always forgive him for it, i believe him when he says he regrets it, but its gonna take some time for trust to build again. for both of them

having only one scene between his apology and the lock in was just not gonna happen for my clem. she was mad at him for it. aj almost died because of it. she might be doing better now but she still has trust issues and her trust was broken just as much as his was. he was fine with never seeing her again, sending her and aj out to their deaths because he struggled to accept his confused feelings about marlon. that pissed my clem off shdfksd she is barely keeping this child alive let alone herself. her face when ajs kicking the wall bro she was like "its so fucking over" 😭 cmon bro look at her shes dead inside have some compassion. and he still hits her with the "i dont know [if i want you to stay]" even after aj gets shot like cmon man...... Cmon.........

and while shes waiting for louis to finally be ready to talk about what happened with marlon (which my clem apologizes for in the dorm, she does genuinely feel bad about it), her and violet are only growing closer, focusing on preparing the school together for the bigger problem. clem knowing vi has her back is a huge source of relief in everything thats going on, and that means a Lot for my clem, who appreciates the idea of having a partner she can rely on. my clem is already sure of her feelings for vi by the time louis apologizes. but she appreciates his apology, and is looking forward to being friends again, because she did genuinely appreciate his friendship at the beginning. but her heart was really truly Broken about everything with marlon and the vote and i think thats gonna take more time to heal. depending on player choice some clems might not even forgive him (some others might say he was right and that clem didnt stop it but... i do not agree with that.. like how could she have... aasim calls mitch a hypocrite for saying the same thing)

the other less important thing is just his general blasé attitude. my clem takes things seriously, but that doesnt mean she doesnt know how to have fun. she Wants to. she just Cant. she has a child to take care of first, and she cares about the survival of the group. its why my clem is looking for someone she knows she can rely on. she never wanted any of this, and she just wants a little support, someone to help take the weight off so she CAN relax. shes so tired 😭. playing with louis while aasim hunts by himself made me feel Dirty 💀 (i literally couldnt do it the first time i felt so bad AASIM WAIT UP). and while i can understand and appreciate his "there might not be a tomorrow so enjoy today" outlook, it cant come at the expense of the group. louis i feel eventually learns this, finding a balance between the two, and Becomes someone clem can rely on. but his change doesnt begin until like.. after the raiders take everyone (because we have to get through the marlon stuff first). and if you save vi, you dont get to see any of it 😔

the thing about these two problems is that, if you were to take them out of this setting and throw them in like, a modern au, suddenly these are not issues anymore. no more life or death. the stakes are a lot lower. so i can see them dating in that scenario and having fun together. they do have cute moments!! but also due to less stakes, theres less to motivate louis to change. and i think they would fundamentally just not click on their worldviews. clem while she can have fun, ultimately takes things seriously, and louis doesnt. that doesnt mean they dont care about each other, and clem definitely appreciates his energy, but its why i see them still ending up as friends instead of romantic partners (esp if vi is around IM SORRY 😭 they just Click too well for me 😔 this is why my messy au exists 💀)

i also understand this is mostly personal preference and some people might like them for these reasons 😭 but the dynamic that they have i prefer as friends personally. theyre supportive of each other and deeply care about each other, just not romantically imo. especially not after the stuff with marlon. and thats ok!!!! i see it a lot like louis' relationship with vi. not romantic. but they Love each other regardless. honestly the reason why i like clem vi and louis as a trio so much is that clem slots between them really well. louis who doesnt take anything seriously, and vi who takes things Too seriously. clem exists between them. knowing having fun is important but also understanding the weight of responsibility. she helps louis become more responsible, and she helps vi chill the fuck out. she brings balance :)

i will say tho louis' "nothing wrong with short and sweet, right?" line was cute he got me there

#louis 🤝 violet: being a huge bitch (lovingly)#violets the bitch of ep1 and louis is the bitch of ep2 (lovingly)(but also seriously)(its important to their Characters lol)#the fact they BOTH mockingly quote their hunting partners to clem is SO FUNNY!!! this is why theyre friends #louis can be Just as mean as vi is and thats important to acknowledge and i feel like its not acknowledged very much?#also i Do just have to say it frustrates me a bit when louis is talking about how he feels bad about leaving marlon on his own to lead #while he is Actively avoiding the task violet Just asked him to do. that she is now doing for him. because he wants to do something else #like.. bro youre talking about how you left marlon with all the responsibility but youre doing the same to vi Right Now 😭#it just rings a little hollow... i have other little annoyances like this but thats more with the writing than louis himself #like i Get the Intention #i get so scared talking about why i Dont like a romantic pairing people always take it as a personal attack ITS ALL PREFERENCE!!#im begging you.. keep having fun... Live Your Truth... im just a random person on the internet with an opinion #replies with lexi #incognito #twdg

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dmc-tings · 3 years

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The four Lord's accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument

Alcina Dimitrescu

She was BEYOND PISSED

You had gone to hangout with her brutish brother, Heisenberg

Again

Without her knowing

She didn't mind, as long as you told her

But it seemed like you made it a POINT to leave without doing so

"Alcina, I'm a grown (man/woman/person) I can go as I please!"

"Oh forgive me for treating you like a child! As your behavior has shown me!"

She stood tall and stiff, arguing with you

And you stood (as tall as you could), glaring at her with defiance

Alcina was sheathing and unsheathing her long claws behind her back

Trying not to slice her beloved's head off

But when you got like this, it was rather difficult

You threw your hands up, in anger

"This is the shit, Heisenberg, is talking about!! You use your height to talk down on everyone!! And it-"

She swung her hand to shut you up

And.... well it did shut you up

Her claws had been out

Slicing your midsection open, effectively gutting you

Before you could hit the ground, the Draculina caught you

And rushed you to her chambers, where the maids started to care for you

She never left your side, holding your hand

Once cleaned, sewn up and bandaged, the chambermaids left your both alone

There she sat for days, for her it felt like months, years... and eternity even

You finally woke up and looked at her

For the first time in almost a century, Alcina let herself be human

Large, fat tears where streaming down her face

Though she made no sound and you couldn't see her eyes

You knew by how hard she tightened her grip on your hand

That she was relieved and desperately sorry

"Im sorry too, you know... I should be more careful about your feelings. And-"

She cut you off

This time with her lips, forgiving you with no words

Angie and Donna Beneviento

On very, very, very rare occasions would you and Donna argue

And this was such a time

You had wanted to go into the village

But Donna, insisted you stay home, just for a bit

This, for whatever reason, pissed you off

"Your so goddamned controlling, Donna! Is it a big fucking problem for me to want to be alone, just for a few hours!?"

She never would say anything back, she didn't have to

The pollen would do it for her

Through narrowed eyes, she made you see the worst

Your angry ranting stopped

You saw your family's deaths replaying

Right. In. Front. Of. You.

Your mother crashing in to a dark river, your brother slashing his arms, bleeding out, and your father going mad, setting the family home on fire, letting himself burn alive

You knew none of this was true, but.... it felt so real...

You fell to your knees, weeping, but making no noise

Letting the tears fall, you sat back pulling your knees to your chest

Donna and Angie both knew it was going a bit too far

"Great!! Now (he/she/they're) broken!" Angie fussed

Donna made the illusion dissappear, feeling bad about what she had done

You were curled up, holding yourself

Angie, was already at your side, uncharacteristically, trying to soothe you

Donna kneeled on front of you, wiping your tears

You all sat like this for hours

Finally, you calmed down

"Donna-"

She shushed you, pulling you into her arms

You hugged her and Angie

This is how you all forgave one another

And it always worked

Salvatore Moreau

He never liked it when you got like this...

You could be come so rageful

And it scared and confused him

All he asked was "Darling? Will you help me decide which experiment to send to Mother?"

And you exploded, throwing things and yelling at him

"EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FOR MIRANDA!! WHAT ABOUT ME!? IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT!!"

This continued, until you threw a knife in his direction

It just barely missed hitting him

This caused him to explode as well

Like Donna, he rarely argues but that was the last straw

You stopped your rampage to watch his

He finally turned into his MASSIVE other form

And rushed off

You realized that you were to blame for this

So you followed him to the Reservoir

Watching him let out his anger out in the water and surrounding area

Him, not knowing you followed, bashed into some of the rocks

Causing them to fall, on top of you

Luckily, you jumped far enough away, not to get completely covered

You screamed as your leg got caught in the rockfall

Moreau hear it, transformed back and rushed to you

Uncovering the rocks, and pulled you to him

Quickly he made a tourniquet and gently pulled you to safety

"Im sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there, my Precious..."

He continued to whimper apologies to you

You cut him off, "No... im sorry, I shouldn't explode like that..."

You both sat in comfortable silence, knowing that this would happen again

Probaly

Karl Heisenberg

You both were HEATED

You simply asked him to help you out a bit with some chores

To which he exploded

Throwing harsh and colorful words at you

"Ungrateful lazy bitch." Was hastily thrown at you

To which you retaliated with, "Piece of shit garbage."

Not caring about the floating debris, you tried to leave

Which Heisenberg blocked your way, a bit too aggressive

Not bothering to look at what he did

One of the flying slabs of metal sliced open your arm

Almost cutting it off

Though Karl didn't look at you, but your screech made him whirl around

Anger gone, when he saw your blood pouring out on to the floor

He rushed to your side, ripping his shirt into makeshift bandages

As he was wrapping you up, you started to pass out due to bloodloss

For the first time, in the longest time, Heisenberg felt himself panic

"Y/N! Stay with me, please!! Dont-"

You lost consciousness

He stood up and pulled you into his arms and rushed to Dimitrescu Castle

Kicking the large door in, he demanded that Lady D help

She was about to refuse, but saw the tears streaming down his face

And an eyeful of you bleeding out

She quickly snapped at her chambermaid's to help you

A few hours passed, with Heisenberg pacing outside of the room where you were being cared for

When the door opened he pushed past the maid, to your side

You looked at him, wanting to hit him

But softened up seeing this rugged man crying and apologizing for his outburst

You couldn't get him to shut up

And he held your hand like a life line

You petted his head with your other hand

Once he calmed down, you started to laugh

Karl looked at you like you lost your mind

"What the FUCK are you laughing at!? I almost took your gotdamn arm off!! I-"

"I... i..." You wheezed, " I forgot why we were arguing."

Karl looked up thoughtfully, "Damn. So did i."

He leaned forward and gave you a kiss

"Still... im sorry."

#resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #resident evil #angie and donna #angie beneviento #@yeetusdeefetus #angie and donna beneviento x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #salvatore moreau x reader

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s0dium · 2 years

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Living with out you

Synopsis: In which suguru left you, his non-jujutsu sorcerer girlfriend, for dead on a rainy day. Unbeknownst to him, you survived, and so did the child in you. Slowly you learn to live without the love of your life.

Warnings: Extreme angst, mentions of suicide, determined single mom!reader

Things were supposed to change on that rainy day.

The always persisting dark cloud that had attached to Geto maybe would've finally started to subside, once you told him the news that would surely change his, no, both of your lives forever.

And then things would finally start to get better. Finally.

But you never got the chance to tell him.

Its so calm.

Time seemed to slow down as you stared at the dark blue sky, rain bouncing off your skin and diluting the pool of red blood that streamed from your stomach. The droplets float down in gentle waves, as if gravity is a soft music from earth, a sweet beckoning serenade. The cement is cool underneath your skin, and you wonder how long you've been here, your starting to feel dizzy.

It feels like your floating now, eyes too heavy to stay open. You barley even register the pleads of what sounds to be Gojo’s voice asking you to stay alive.

Ah, I want to see him again.

Dozens of pink pregnancy tests littered the bathroom floor all portraying the same message;

Its alive.

You stared blankly at the dripping tub faucet, watching the water recollect around the rim until it was heavy enough to fall in a fat droplet. The water of the bath had grown cold now, too cold, but you stayed still hugging your knees close, unable to move. It took to much strength to do anything lately, to even refill your lungs with air and take a breath. Even killing yourself would be too much work.

The door opens but you dont bother to turn your head.

“ Y/n....”

Shoko moves to scoop you up from the tub. You've lost weight, its visible. Nothing tastes good anymore, just eating has become a chore.

Your dreams of Geto are peripheral. An overheard conversation where his name is mentioned; a letter in your hand you desperately try to read before you wake, A Styrofoam coffee cup and a half read book on an empty table where you know he just was minutes before. Its as if your dreams are a mirror of your waking world, like finding your self walking down the street where you could have sworn you caught a glimpse of him, only to look again and realize it wasn't him after all.

Waking up is the most difficult.

Every morning you’d tell your self that maybe, just maybe, if you close your eyes and pray hard enough it would all be a dream. And there Geto would be, right beside you to tell you everything is going to be ok. You will be ok.

But the place beside you remains desolate when you wake. And the pain of being alone hits you. Its excruciating. It makes you scream and writhe in agony, tears streaming endlessly down you face as you beg at nothing for him to come back. You even resorted to praying to a god, any god, negotiating anything to just let you even simply touch him again, but things remained the same.

You find your self frantically searching through your memories, through your possessions of anything that indicated him. Searching for any detail you can no longer recall - any morsel of information that may have been lost to your subconscious. The memory of him is fading, a little at a time and you can feel your self forgetting. You dont want to forget.

Im afraid ill miss you forever.

You dont know what makes you keep the baby.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that it is Getos, but you didnt think that was quite it either.

You especially dont know why since you knew that the pregnancy process would be hard. That being alone would make it even harder. You cant count the amount of times you spent next to the toilet, sobbing because of the pain of the baby and the pain of being by your self. You wonder what he'd do if he was still with you. Probably rub your back and press kisses on your tear stained cheek, to reassure you he would stay by your side and you would be ok.

But he wasn't by your side.

Instead he left you to face this by your self. And that's just what you’d do. You'd learn to be strong; Alone.

On your 40th week is when you finally went into labour. You had spent most of your pregnancy walking around the Jujutsu high school campus (since that was the safest place), freaking out new students and making them wonder why a strange pregnant women was watching them. To say you were entirely alone would be completely wrong, shoko and gojo were your main cheerleaders, shoko taking care of your health and Gojo being your entertainment. In fact it was Gojo who carried you to the hospital when you went in labour in his arms while yelling “PREGNANT WOMEN ABOUT TO BURST CODE BLUE!”

Luckily, god decided to go easy on you and you went through only 8 hours of labour. Even during the excruciating pain your body was going through, your brain couldnt help but wander back to him. A part of you hated yourself for still clinging onto him this tightly.

Its pathetic really, how I still hope its me and you in the end.

The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue sky. The yellow rays stream through the hospital window, alighting your skin and playing along your lips and eyelashes.

“Y/n?”

Gojo sucks in his breath as he gazes upon something he hasn't seen in a long time; your smiling.

Through the exhaustion you grin, and you watch as your new born son’s eyes flutter open to meet yours.You slide your pinky into the baby that you were cradling open hand, watching as they curl around it. And in that moment you begin to cry the sweetest tears you've ever known, all the pain of the moments before melting away.

Sun glints off your tears like stars as you turn to face Gojo.

“He has his eyes.”’

It had been so long since you seen them.

And finally, you could breath again.

#geto x reader #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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fischltao · 2 years

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Versailles

characters: nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings: spoilers for jujutsu kaisen manga and shibuya arc incident, major character death, so much angst, swearing

a/n: the lyrics are from fourth of july by surfjan stevens. also thank you so much for all the support on my most recent work ♡now cry

did you get enough love, my little dove, why do you cry?

the air felt tight as he kept fighting through the curses, and kento knew, a single mistake could cost him his life. why did he still bother anyways? he was dying. the left side of his body was completely burnt off and he could feel the end nearing.

the thought of his beautiful fiance came to mind, one of the strongest jujutsu sorceress and undeniably his favorite presence in the world. he couldn't bare the thought of leaving and the pain his death would inflict to his beloved. his one and only.

his blade kept slashing through curse after curse and he wondered, how much he would just give to go back to her, in the warmth of their shared bed and hold her. how nice it would feel to have her close. if time travel was real all he'd do would be running away with her and getting married as they were supposed to.

she would want him to focus on the fight, maximize the possibilities of staying alive and going back to her and yet he wanted his final moments to be surrounded with visions of his darling.

the curses were multiplying. closing in on him unexpectedly. how are there so many even after slaying such a huge amount of them? kento wanted to give up and she would understand, he knew she would.

kento was about to close his eyes. he could die happy, hoping she would forgive him for getting away. for not fulfilling his promise of seeing her with a white dress and making her his. yet the end never came.

opening his eyes he could see the curses blow up one after the other. backup perhaps? he needed to fight, to help whoever came for him but he was stuck in his shoes. why was his heart sinking in his stomach all of a sudden? his soul felt like it was being ripped out of his body and then, he noticed the butterflies. golden butterflies.

the sight would be enough to take his breath away. her cursed technique never failed to mesmerize anyone around her. that's what she was to him, mesmerizing. even when the butterflies sat on top of the curses and ate them away, they were still so beautiful. everything that came from her was.

however when the last butterfly sat on the tip of his finger and fluttered her wings before slowly dissipating into the atmosphere, he knew it wasn't a good sign.

and as the final remnants of her flew away, a tear slipped down his face.

and im sorry i left, but it was for the best though it never felt right

after that nanami walked down the hallway where he knew he would find the one who was at fault for all this, mahito. he walked slowly. even if there was a way for him to survive, he had nothing to live for anymore. he was in so much fucking pain.

he didn't care and nothing mattered in the world. the only thing that mattered was her. and she was gone. but maybe they would have more time to plan their wedding now. or go on vacation to places she always wanted to visit. he could build her a house in malaysia, next to the beach and read their books together. he would give her children if she wanted and he would love her till the end. he would love her eternally.

"y/n... what was i ever trying to do anyway?" he wondered, images of her beautiful smile flashing in front of his eyes. how he would love to have every smile of hers directed at him and only him. kento was tired and he missed holding her. he wanted everything to just get over with so he could see her beautiful face once more.

we're all gonna die

he had finally reached mahito and his vision was already clouding. he was just moments away from passing. he felt relieved. he didn't even mind dying to the most disgusting monster that there was. the one who took away y/n y/l/n. even like this, he was honored to go by the same hands that held his beloved's last moments.

from the corner of his eyes he had noticed itadori, the young boy completely in shock from the sight of his senior perishing. did he also witness y/n's death too? there was no time anyways. he was sure that they would catch up later. just him and her.

he turned to young itadori, smiling softly at the boy

"you've got it from here"

my little versailles

#nanami kento #nanami #nanami kento angst #angst #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami angst #jjk angst #jjk x reader

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skeezsbbygirl · 4 years

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kiss it better + bang chan

hello lovelies! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

im back with another bang chan scenario <3 hope you guys enjoy this one!! (oh and tmt hit 1k+ notes ahhh thank you so much >.<, also i might be uploading a prince!chan fic soon, stay tuned sunshines)

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

"Chris, baby, please."

It's been two hours, nearing three, since Chris decided to give you the silent treatment. The cause of your current suffering rooted from the events that took place last night.

A college friend of yours happened to be visiting the city, and what better way to celebrate a rare occasion than dressing up and going for a girl's night out with a bunch of your other friends. Chris happily agreed to let you go, he didn't need much convincing since he trusted you with everything and that included you getting home in one piece.

As the late hours of the night passed and shifted over to the wee hours of the morning, Chris grew worried, checking his phone for the nth time as he expected a call or text from you to reassure him that you were fine, or that you were at least still alive somewhere.

Fortunately, he managed to get a hold of your situation through one of your friends, credits to Jisung for grabbing her number that one time you guys set them up for a date.

"Hyung, she said that (y/n) got into a cab ten minutes ago," Jisung explained over the phone. "Her phone also died, so that's probably the reason why you haven't heard from her," he added.

"Alright, got it. Thanks, Ji."

Strike one.

Your drunk self thought that it was a good idea to call for a cab, even declining your girlfriend's offer to drive you home. You insisted that you were fine and that you would only derail their way home since your apartment's route leads to the opposite direction. So, in your semi-intoxicated state, you hopped into a cab and made your way home.

Strike two.

You came home last night, struggling to keep a certain level of sobriety. Heels in one hand and your clutch in the other. You weren't completely hammered, but it was still enough to piss Chris off as he took in your drunken state.

Strike three.

Nevertheless, Chris patiently took care of you. He helped you out of your clothes, took your makeup off for you, and tucked you in bed with him.

You could've gotten away with what happened, until your hungover self decided to betray you.

When Chris sat you down for breakfast, he managed to ease in the happenings of last night, carefully bringing it up as to not agitate you or make you feel like he's blaming you for going out and having fun.

He was just worried, especially having known that you went home all by yourself without even contacting him.

"Baby, you could've borrowed one of your friends' phone and asked me to come pick you up," Chris sighed as he reached out for your hand, placing his on top of yours, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

"I know and I'm sorry, but can you just scold me later?" you said, your tone a little harsher than you intended it to be, probably due to the lingering headache and side effects of your drinks last night. You felt like your skull was being split into two and you just wanted to eat and recover in silence.

"Babe, I'm not scolding you. I was just-"

You cut Chris off. "Alright, I get it, you were worried but I took care of myself. So let's just argue later, yeah?" you snapped.

And you're out.

Upon hearing your reply, Chris' jaw clenched, visibly appearing offended and irritated. He retracted his hand from yours, opting to cross his arms over his chest.

You bit your tongue when the words you spat out finally settled in. It sounded wrong and you definitely shouldn't have said that. You readied yourself for the argument that was about to ensue, but nothing came.

"Okay."

That was all he said before he stood up and left.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization that slapped you back into reality, the ugly outcome of your sudden outburst.

You were about to get up and follow Chris to apologize, however, the sudden throbbing pain in your head disabled you from getting out of your seat. Instead, you were forced to sit back down and wallow in guilt.

And that's how you ended up getting the silent treatment.

You left your boyfriend alone for a few hours, hoping that his anger would dissipate by the time that your hungover got better. But much to your dismay, he wasn't having it with you.

"Baby, can I come in?" you knocked on the door of Chris' home studio.

Silence.

"Chris, baby, please," you tried again, but you were still met with silence. You let out a sigh as you ambled back towards the living room, deciding to just give him space and talk it out whenever he's ready.

Chris was naturally a forgiving person, a little tougher on his members, but a complete sweetheart when it comes to you. So when he gave you the silent treatment for the very first time that day, you didn't know what to do.

So, you waited.

A couple of hours passed, three and a half, now, to be exact, you heard Chris' door unlock. You immediately perked up at the sound, quickly scurrying on your feet to meet him.

"Chris, I'm sorry," you apologized with your head hung low, eyes on the ground, and fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Nothing. Nothing, but the cold breeze of Chris passing by, giving you no due attention. He sauntered towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, paying more attention to the cold food items that were displayed in front of him.

How you wish you were the half-eaten cheesecake now, huh?

Having enough with his torturous act, you were set on using the two tricks you had up your sleeves -- 1) faking an injury, as petty as that sounds, you were desperate, and 2) luring him with something he likes, be it an innocent gesture or a daring one, you would practically do anything at this point.

With your first plan in mind, you crept up behind him and positioned yourself near the edge of the marble kitchen island, placing your hip at the sharp corner so that it would appear as if you bumped against it.

From a third person's point of view, you probably looked stupid, scratch that, you did look stupid, but you were set on breaking Chris' silent streak.

"Ah!" you yelped in pain, hands quickly coming up to clutch your right side. You dropped on the ground, still maintaining your hold on your "injured" torso.

As soon as you cried out in pain, Chris hurried to your side.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked with a worried expression plastered on his face. His cold demeanor immediately melting once he saw you clutching your side. "What happened, babygirl?" he crouched down to meet your level.

"I accidentally hit the edge of the counter," you said. "Come here, baby," Chris placed your arms around his neck as he scooped you up from the ground, carrying you bridal style towards the living room.

"Show me where it hurts, love," Chris ordered as he sat you down with him. He carefully moved you on his lap, making you straddle him.

"Right here," you pointed towards a random patch of skin on your right side. Chris placed his hand over the supposedly injured area, gently soothing it with the warmth that radiated from his palm.

Adding the icing on the cake, you hissed in pain as his hand came in contact with your skin. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I got you," Chris cooed as he planted a kiss on your cheek, in hopes of making you feel better.

He lifted your shirt up a bit, allowing him to inspect for any cuts or damage to your skin. "Do you want me to go get an ice pack?" Chris offered. "No, it's fine," you replied.

"Alright, just tell me if need anything," Chris responded as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your exposed skin, tugging your shirt back down as he pulled away.

You nuzzled your face into his neck, in an attempt to conceal the grin that was forming on your lips. Completely fooled by your actions, Chris continued rubbing your side as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, baby?" Chris asked and you nodded. "Here," you pulled away from him and pointed towards your chest. He shot you a puzzled look, confused as to why your chest would hurt when you claimed that you bumped your side.

"Because I was trying to apologize to my boyfriend a couple of hours ago, but instead, he gave me the silent treatment," you pouted.

Chris bursted out in laughter as he heard your response.

"It's true. I followed him around like a lost puppy, but he locked himself inside his studio. Totally unfair and uncalled for," you continued and Chris shook his head in disbelief, his laughter coming to a stop as he calmed down.

"I could say the same thing about what happened last night," Chris challenged, raising one eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry. I know I was being stupid. I should've called you or at least shot you a message from my friend's phone to let you know that I was coming home late. I just thought that if I called, I was going to end up bothering you, considering that it was such an ungodly hour," you explained, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

"(Y/n), you could never be a bother to me," Chris said, "And did you honestly think that I could sleep knowing that you were out there?"

"I was so worried about you. Thank Jisung for having one of your friend's number because I was this close to losing it," Chris stated.

"I know. I'm really sorry," you pressed a kiss to his lips. "I promise I won't do it again, forgive me?" you added, pecking his lips once more.

"I can't stay mad at you," Chris let out a defeated sigh. "Of course. I forgive you, babygirl," he gave you a small smile.

You cheered and pulled him in for a hug, momentarily forgetting about your said injury.

"Do you feel better now?" Chris teased as he poked your sides, making you jolt in surprise. "Christopher!" you squealed, bursting in a fit of giggles as you realized that you've been caught red-handed.

Well, at least the intentions of your plan worked.

"You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures," you shrugged and Chris chuckled in amusement. He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"You're lucky you're cute."

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stayatiny · 3 years

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Little Dolly Chapter 1 ~ Yandere Seonghwa

(Gif made by me)

Pairing(s) – Killer/Yandere Seonghwa x Virgin! Reader

Series warnings – Violence, mentions of murder, swearing, blood, smut and lose of virginity (later on), yandere behaviors, Stockholm syndrome. (seriously this is going to be darker than some of my other fics. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.)

Chapter Warning(s) Mentions of murder, guns, someone getting shot, just the overall violence, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N - Hi everyone ^^ Im back at it again. I decided to make a little mini series still deciding on who and what to do the next series on. Enjoy.

Why did I wander home alone? I knew that this wasn’t a good idea. Now I’m here stuck in a cage in the basement of a killer. I’ll never do it again if I get out alive…

“Aw. Aren’t you a cute in that dress I picked out for you? I think I’ll just keep you,” he said, shutting the door of the cage. That was a couple of days ago…I think. The man was dressed nicely in a button up and slacks like a businessman and absolutely gorgeous. If he wasn’t a killer, I would swoon over him so fast. He opened the cage door and placed a sandwich and some water in front of me. Is this how I die? A poisoned BLT…what a way to go out. I looked at the man and then back at the plate of food.

“Why aren’t you eating?” I didn’t say anything. He leaned forward into the cage grabbing the plate. I whined as he pulled back. He took a bite of the sandwich and then put it back.

“When I ask you something I expect an answer,” he growled. I nodded and started to eat and drink the water he left me. His frown soon became a smile. He wasn’t going to kill me yet or he wouldn’t bother with wanting to feed me. Once he placed the plate back down, I snatched the plate up and started to scarf down the sandwich and water. I was so hungry almost starving. He had been giving me water but no food till today.

“Good girl,” he purred still sitting in front of the cage. He even leaned forward again and patted my head like I was a child. I finished eating and drinking the water. He took the plate placing it on a table. He leaned down and gently grabbed my arm.

“Come here. I don’t want you in this cage anymore.” The man leads me down the hall of the basement, away from the dungeon, to a small apartment like area. There was a mini fridge, a microwave, bed, and a bathroom off to the right of some stairs. I figured they led to the upper part of the house. I let out a small sigh being able to stretch my legs from being in a cage.

“You will be staying here from now on,” he said, holding my hands. I looked up at him. What was he talking about?

“What do you mean? I thought you were going to kill me,” I say. His smile is sinister.

“Aw darling. I’m not ever going to kill you…unless you make me.” I swallow hard. I didn’t want to end up like the other men and women that’s he’s killed.

“Why me?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking like an idiot. He frowned slightly then pulled me close to his chest. He was really warm but there again I blame the cold weather and damp basement dungeon for lack of warmth.

“I’ve been watching you for a while thinking that would just be another victim of mine, but you are too pretty, sweet, and so innocent. I have to protect you from the world. So I’ll be keeping you here with me,” he says, patting my head. My heart jumps into my throat. I need to get out of here…

“You don’t even know me,” I say trying to pull away from him. He grabbed my arms pulling me close to him once again.

“I don’t know a lot about you, but I know that I need you to stay here with me.” He sounded like he was almost begging me to stay here. I don’t think I have a choice. I’ll stay here until I can find a way out.

“What is your name,” I asked. I needed to play into this to stay alive. I couldn’t act so scared cause then he’ll know that he’ll have a hold over me. The man smiled.

“I’m Seonghwa, but you can call me Hwa if you want,” he said, smiling. I nodded and looked around the room. I was too afraid to walk away from him.

“I’m sure that you are tired. I want you to get cleaned up and head to sleep,” Hwa said, handing me some clothes. I nodded and did as he was told. Once I was done, he was gone and back upstairs. I laid down on the bed after turning off the lights.

Th next morning, I feel the bed dip down on my side. I open my eyes to see Seonghwa looking down at me. I jumped a little.

“Good morning little one,” he said petting my hair. He smiled. I sat up slowly.

“Come upstairs with me. I want to eat breakfast with you,” he said grabbing my hand. I follow willingly or else. I didn’t want to know what he would do to me.

“How did you sleep last night? I know that isn’t very comfortable but it’s all I have but it’ll do until I trust you enough to stay in a bed with me,” he said then opening the door. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out the front door, and I thought about it until I saw the gun sitting on the dining room table. I would definitely get killed if I ran. I didn’t answer him except for stare at the gun. Hwa grabbed then hugged me tight.

“Don’t worry about that. I won’t hurt you unless you make me use it,” he whispered, right into my neck. I shivered scrunching myself even closer to him, unintentionally. Hwa kissed my head then pulled me to the kitchen island. I looked through the window to see that we are outside the city literally in the middle of nowhere. My heart started to pound. Hwa put up the gun back in a lock box and put it up in the living room. He came back to the kitchen with a smile.

“Here I made some scrambled eggs and bacon for you. I didn’t know what you liked so I guess. Maybe later you can tell me what foods you like,” he said, smiling. His smile would have been comforting if this had been a different situation. I didn’t want to answer him, but the image of the gun flashed back into mind.

“It’s okay. I like bacon and scrambled eggs,” I say quietly but a little louder than a whisper. He frowned slightly.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me. Like I said I won’t hurt you unless you deserve it.” I nod then taking the plate from him. I started to eat while he sat next to me with his plate. Hwa also put some fresh fruit on my plate. I scarfed down the food again.

“Slow down sweetie,” he said, then kissing my head. I stared at him. He wiped my face from the little bit of egg that was on my lips. I went back to eating while he cleaned up. When I was done, he grabbed my plate and cleaned it. Once he was done, he escorted me back into the basement. He turned to leave when I started to whine.

“Sweetie, I have to get some work done. I’ll be back down at lunch time.”

“Please don’t leave me down here, Hwa,” I beg. He kissed my head. I took the chance. I punched him as hard as I could causing him to fall to the ground holding his face. I didn’t waste the time before running for the door. Once in the kitchen I slammed the basement door shut then putting a chair under the handle.

“Sweetie, let me out,” he said from behind the door. His voice unnaturally calm for someone who is locked into the basement. I ran to the front door even taking a pair of his shoes. I quickly slip them on still hearing Hwa banging on the door and slamming against it. I jerked the door open and ran out trying to get to the road. Hoping I meet someone who could help me. I reach the gate at the end of his driveway only for me to realize that I have up to get to the other side. I started to climb up when I feel a searing pain in the back of my thigh. I scream only for me to see Hwa standing a yard or two behind me with his gun. Fuck me…

“Baby, come back. I said I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said, sing song like. I jumped over the fence and ran. The adrenaline keeping me going and from feeling the pain in my leg. I cover the wound with a scrap of my dress to keep from Hwa following the blood trail. I hide behind a big oak tree away from the road I just ran down. Somebody help me…

#yandere ateez #yandere seonghwa #ateez fic #seongwha

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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Hi! I'm really sorry to bother you, I'm not really sure if this is how you request? I've never done a request before! ~ I was wondering if you could do one for tech x reader? I'm really in a not so fun mental space right now so I would love it if maybe tech took care of the reader and helped them feel better? x Thank you!

I can't do much but I will help| Tech

Note: making it a male reader bc I realized I didnt write a male reader for tech yet, also sorry its too short.

Warnings: angsty, mentions of a past death, slight hint to ptsd (the reader has it)

Reader: male

Masterlist

Tech walked over to his bunk, Y/n still laying down with a blanket covering him, cup of caf in hand he tapped Y/n's sholder.

"Hey. Mesh'la. Its bad to be asleep this long. You gotta get up." He responded, worried that Y/n oversleeping would deprive him of needed nutritional vaule for the day.

"I just want to be alone tech." He responded, "can't you just let me be alone?"

Tech frowned, "Mesh'la I know...its hard loosing Echo."

Y/n stayed silent as he gripped the blanket tighter, he was right, y/n lost Echo. It was always Echo, him and Fives against the world, Y/n had snuck into the GAR on the account of his brother being jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. Yet he had been placed with the 501st instead of his brothers battalion. It was hard, loosing Echo the first time, but then Fives. He watched his brothers crash and fall into the dirt never to arise from it again. Y/n had already been moved and was placed with the batch on the account of being the only one of Dominio squad to survie, so when Echo's named showed up once more, he argued that they find him, and vowed that he'd kill anyone in his way to get to Echi.

Truth be told Y/n did just as promised, crying as Echo laid in Y/n's arms, alive, deprived, but alive. His forehead falling against Echo's in relieve. By that time Y/n and Tech had already been an item. Tech seeing his partner so happy, Y/n crying of happiness swelled his heart, sensing the massive relief off the mans shoulders.

Yet all good things come to an end, Echo had been killed, Y/n holding him in his last moments as je cried, tears streamed down his face as Echo's grip loosened on Y/n's arm and he fell limp.

"Yeah whatever," y/n answered, "Im just tired, let me sleep."

Tech set the cup down, "I just want to help you Y/n-"

He sat up in a fury, "you wanna help me?! Then leave me the fuck alone Tech!"

He frowned at Y/n's words, tears spilling down his face, reaching out his hand he carassed Y/n's face, Y/n crumbling in his arms. He couldnt blame Y/n, he could never, not after what he was going through. Truth be told, he didn't understand, he never would, while he gained Crosshair back he watched Y/n suffer over Echo's death, he never had what Y/n had with Echo.

"He's dead Tech! Because of me!" Y/n cried out into his chest, "He's gone because I wasn't careful! I didn't have his back!"

Tech held him close as he cried, fingers gripping the plastoid armour that covered his back.

"You can't blame yourself-"

"I can! I can blame myself!" He cried, "I still hear him! What he said to me! Get it out of my head! Please!"

Tech held Y/n tightly, the man crying as his grip started to loosen on Tech. The tight pressure from the hug pulling his from what seemed to be an oncoming panic attack.

"I'm here. I'm here." Tech spoke, his hand through Y/n's hair, tears still falling from his eyes and dotting on Tech's chest plate, "I got you, its okay."

Tech held Y/n close, both sprawled out on the bunk.

"Drink this." Tech spoke picking up the caf from besides him, "just a sip Mesh'la it'll soothe your throat from crying."

Tech brought the cup to Y/n's lips, letting him take a small sip, Y/n still shaking as Tech held the the cup, tipping it ever so slightly as Y/n intook a small amount.

Tech pulled the cup away softly setting it back down on the floor"why don't I read to you?"

Y/n was quiet as Tech reached over his data pad which happened to be in bed with them he grabbed with a hand, "What is it today? Mythology? Quantum physics?"

"Whatever. " y/n answered softly, Tech still with a tight grip on him, making Y/n feel secure, "just...please keep talking..."

Tech kissed Y/n's head lovingly, "well, why don't we start with some biology of a selected planet then?"

Y/n nodded, "now lets just choose one."

Y/n listened to everything Tech spoke, his voice soothing to Y/n. Soaking up ever peice of information on the way. Was most of it useless? Most likely. Y/n simply wanting a voice in the air to fill his ears, and it soon lulled his too some much needed sleep, still leaned up against Tech refusing to let go. Tech only let his rambling stop, and die off as he rubbed Y/n's back soothingly.

"I can't do much Mesh'la..." Tech whispered to him, "but I'll do as much as I can to help you though this time."

Placing a firm kiss on Y/n's head he went back to reading, yet this time insilence

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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An Alternate Path

Genre: Angst

A/N: Originally this was supposed to be a two-part mini fic but people asked about a part three. I wasn’t sure where else to exactly go from there since the end of the second part felt so final for me. But then, inspired by a comment on the 2nd part, I began to think about how it would have gone if Arella hadn’t been revived with Mammon’s blood. Think of this as the bad end to the AU. This is the final part.

obviously spoilers for the lesson 16 incident and for lesson 50 (i think… correct me if Im wrong)

Replaced part 1

The Good/True End

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He sits in his room starting at the dried blood on his hands, heart aching from the loss of his mate. It had only been mere hours since Barbatos had taken her body to prepare for funeral rites but to the Avatar of Greed, it had felt like centuries. Why? He’s asked himself this question over and over. Why didn’t you check on her sooner? Why didn’t you call or text? Why didn’t you notice? Why didn’t you feel something was wrong through your pact?

As much as he wants to, Mammon has no more tears left to cry. His human is gone, never to return and it was the fault of him and his brother. He should have been there sooner. Should have reminded her how much he cared. Should have done a lot of things. He had every opportunity to, but he squandered all of it.

He rakes his hands through his hair as they whys replay in his head. The demon doesn’t have an answer for them- none that would satisfy them, at least. He lets out a yell as grief turns to rage and nothing of value is spared from his violence. Items and trinkets knock from their shelves, furniture overturned, by time the second-born was done, his room looked like a war zone.

It’s only then that Mammon collapses to his knees and lets out a broken wail as he can hear the restless cawing of his crows outside.

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Levi is alone in his room, having shut himself away hours ago. Laying in his bathtub bed, the Avatar of Envy loses himself to his thoughts and the view of the water above him. He can’t help but think about what would have happened if he had put his foot down when Asmo approached him to recruit him in helping his little matchmaking plan for Melissa and Satan.

And then his thoughts focus in on the other human. If she had never come, if they had never welcomed her into their lives through the exchange programme... Arella would still be alive. She’d still be sitting here, playing video games and helping him decide which anime he should choose to watch when there was a conflict of time slots. They’d still be talking about their Husbandos and Waifus just as they always had. But she’s not here. She never will be anymore. All because he didn’t have the spine to act like the older brother and tell Asmo no. Because he allowed his younger brother to monopolize his time.

His best friend is gone and he was part of the problem that led up to that. Levi has never felt so much self-hatred before and, just like with Lilith, he doesn’t know how to come to terms with the loss of another person so dear to him. For now, he’ll just lay here and waste away like the filthy, yucky otaku he is, wishing there was a way he could go back and undo it all or hoping that this was all just some horrible nightmare that his brain has conjured up.

“She’ll be back in the morning... right? She’s just sleeping over at the castle, right?!”

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Beel just eats. He eats and eats and eats to make the pain go away but just like his endless hunger, the pain never stops. He feels so empty inside that the only other option is to gorge himself until he physically can’t hold it anymore and vomits before he goes back for more until the cycle repeats and he runs out of food. The loss of their favorite human is killing him now- the grief of it squeezing his heart like an anaconda.

If he would have just gone to invite her to that new café she had wanted to visit with him only an hour sooner, this could have been stopped. But he didn’t. He didn’t and that’s what cuts deepest. He should have noticed when she stopped coming to dinner, or skipping breakfast, or not joining the student council for lunch day after day. He should have realized something was wrong then. But he chose to ignore it, thinking it was just one of those ‘moods’ Arella had told him about human women experiencing at certain times of the month. He thought he was helping by giving her space these last few weeks but Beel knows now that he was dead wrong.

Who would be his food buddy now? Who would let him drag them all over town in order to try out restaurant after restaurant, café and café? Sure, he had Belphie to take with him but his younger twin never really showed the same excitement when it came to trying out all the different food and drink options on the menu. The demon doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tear drops hit his hands. She only needed one of them to take a moment to see her and none of them could be bothered do just that.

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Belphegor only wants to sleep. He wants to sleep and never wake up again. In his dreams is where Arella is, happy, smiling, laughing. That laugh will haunt his waking moments forever as he realizes that for the second time, the Avatar of Sloth has caused her death. Belphie was only one of two brothers who rejected Asmo when they asked him to help with that damn plan of his. It had been too long since he and Arella had napped together after school or plotted something with Satan as part of the Anti-Lucifer league. How he missed those days.

He can feel the tears pool in his eyes as he curls up into a ball on the bed in the attic. He wonders if he had just stayed up here forever instead of trying to trick Arella into setting him free, would this hole in his chest disappear? As he buries his face into the body pillow Arella had gifted him for his birthday this year, he cries himself to sleep- indulges himself in all the good memories they had made together after she had forgiven him for everything he had done to her.

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Asmodeus is lost. They stare and stare at their skincare products trying to will themself to start their nightly skincare routine. How could they have been so foolish? The passage of time is so different to humans than it is to demons. They had only meant to take a month to match Satan and Melissa up so how had it turned to eleven already?! The Avatar of Lust wants to scream. Both at themself and no one at all. Hot tears still sting their eyes as they shapeshift. They change and they change and they change forms- any number of features forming and then shifting away as they try to find a look that they won’t recognize themself in but it doesn’t work. Asmo’s not able to look themself in the mirror for the rest of the night as they just crash down on their bed. They want to mark up their beautiful body into some hideous to match the feelings crushing their heart. Asmo wants to do something- anything- to themself to experience even a fraction of the pain Arella must have felt but all the demon feels now is just hollowness.

Their phone is vibrating on the bed next to them- a call from Solomon. No doubt he could feel Asmo’s distress through the pact they share but the Avatar of Lust is too tired from hours of ugly crying and most certainly not in the mood to speak to anyone- pact master or otherwise. The phone goes unanswered.

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Satan has his head buried in the books. He’s been at this for hours- there must be a way to bring her back to them! Melissa is with him, bringing whatever books he asks for in his search as she too is eager to bring the lost human back to this plane of existence. There was so much they wanted to do with her. From watching cheesy mystery dramas together to forming a small book club consisting of just the three of them, none of that would come to pass now.

As book after book turns up dead ends, the demon just buries his head in his hands. It feels pointless now. Who was he to play God with life and death? The thought of never seeing his friend alive once more is enough to break the Avatar of Wrath as his shoulders shake with violent sobs. He wants to go on a rampage- destroy the whole city but what would that fix? It certainly wouldn’t bring her back.

As the demon continues to cry, Melissa only wraps her arms around him and he returns the gesture. She runs her fingers through his blonde hair in an effort to calm him and it seems to work, if only for a little while. She pulls a chair up to sit next to him as she holds his hand in hers.

“Tell me about your favorite memories with her,” They girl begins, “We can’t undo what was done, but we can keep her memory alive by sharing the good times.”

And so, they talk late into the night, Satan smiling at all the memories of Arella that he holds close to his heart.

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“Hi this is Arella! I’m sorry I can’t get to the phone right now but leave a message after the beep.... Beeeeeeeeeep”

The sound of his brother’s laughter followed by Mammon calling Arella a dork in the background can be heard at the end of the greeting on her D.D.D.’s voicemail. The Avatar of Pride can only smile with tear-stained cheeks. He was beyond intoxicated, having just finished his fourth bottle of demonus for the night. He can feel the anguish his brothers have been going through all night and it only makes his sorrow deeper.

When Arella first arrived, all Lucifer cared about was keeping her alive long enough to make it through the year. She was unimportant to him outside of the viability of the exchange programme. Back then, he would have laughed at himself for the state he was in currently. She was just a human. Why did it matter if she lived or died if it didn’t affect the exchange programme?

But she wasn’t just a human. She was their human. She was special to him. And now she was gone. There was no second chance. There would be no merging of timelines to keep her alive. Fate was cruel, but sometimes Diavolo could be crueler.

Lucifer knew his longtime friend had a reason for this. He was teaching the brothers a lesson with her death. As much as it hurt now to lose another part of this family, things would get easier as the years went on regardless of how horribly they all would miss her. This was a lesson he and his brothers would not soon forget.

Cracking open his fifth bottle of demonus, the first-born scrolls through devilgram, saving pictures on her profile to be used in the memorial service. One of Arella with each of his brothers and himself and multiple pictures she’d taken with all eight of them from their adventures throughout the years that they’d all been together.

He lets his mind wander back over the last eleven months. All the red flags he had missed with his rose-colored glasses. They all made sense to him now. All the time she spent isolating herself from them, skipping meals, leaving either incredibly early for school or incredibly late for school. She was trying to get them to notice her over Melissa. He regrets their last interaction from a few months back. The way there had clearly been something wrong, yet he chose to lecture her about attending RAD on time as to not disgrace Diavolo. How he wishes he could take it back.

As the only brother save for Belphegor not conscripted to help Asmo in his ridiculous plan, Lucifer should have been the first to reach out to her. He may have been buried under paperwork, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t just sit and talk while he worked. He regrets not calling or checking up on her.

A video plays on her devilgram. It was from one of the nights they had spent up in the human world last summer.

“Awww, come one, Lucifer. It won’t be that bad. We’ll have those flowers from the fairy rings and make it back in one piece. I promise to keep Mammon under control so we won’t cause any trouble.”

The Avatar of Pride clicks out of the app as he feels more tears gather in his eyes. He can’t do this right now. Not tonight.

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Her service was beautiful- Or at least that’s what Lucifer tells Mammon as he and the rest of their brothers return home. Mammon wanted to go, he really did, but with it only being a few days removed from her death, the second-born couldn’t bring himself to go. It wasn’t because he didn’t love her or didn’t want to celebrate his mate’s life but it was still far too painful for him.

Part of him was still in denial over it too. Somehow, he’d managed to convince himself that she wasn’t gone. She was just stuck up in the human world and had forgotten her D.D.D here so he couldn’t call her. The logical side of him knew it wasn’t the case and every time he was reminded of it, it threw the Avatar of Greed into a deeper pit of despair. He’d spent some nights since she’d passed alone, crying himself to sleep begging for his human to come back to him others he would just lie awake, tracing over where her mark from their pact had been etched into his chest, set right over his heart.

Suddenly years have gone by now. His brothers have made peace with her passing but Mammon cannot. Visiting her grave never helps to ease the pain either, but still he goes. If Arella’s spirit still lingers, no doubt she would be upset if he didn’t go. It would only serve to prove her dying thoughts true when they couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“Hey, Treasure... Miss me?” There’s no one here but Mammon and a tombstone. “I miss you... everyday... So much changes every year... Both Asmo, Levi, ‘n Satan got kids now... little girls for them and Levi has a boy...” He pauses to take a shuddering breath as the cold wind blows. “Can ya believe it? The first kids born ta this family and their both girls and then we got a boy... sweet little things too- alla ‘em. I wish ya coulda been there ta meet them... Actually, looking at my brothers with their kids, it makes me wonder what ours woulda been like, ya know? And I wish none of this woulda happened... you deserved so much better than me ‘n I knew that. We all knew that. But ya chose me anyway and look where it got ya... Six feet under... If I could go back and do it all over again I would. I woulda told ya what was goin’ on. I woulda spent more time with ya. I woulda... woulda proposed... made sure you knew how much I loved ya everyday... I know ya probably can’t hear me, but I’m so sorry... for everything! I love you so much that I can’t move on and I won’t. If I die single then that’s fine by me.”

As he cries, thinking he’s alone, Arella watches from her seat on her tombstone. None of the brothers knew it but she’d been watching all this time. It wasn’t until she passed that she realized how deep their feelings ran and part of her wishes she would have waited just a bit longer before leaving for the human world that night.

She tries her best to let them know she’s there- that she loves them and is watching over them with Lilith, but she’s not strong enough to do more than move small objects around. She hopes that they’d notice but they never do.

As she hops off of her tombstone, Arella crouches down next to her mate. The best she can do for him is conjure a warm breeze as her spirit leans over to press a kiss that he’ll never feel to his cheek. Upon the breeze, he can hear a soft whisper of a reply.

“I love you too.”

And it's that reply that reassures him she’s there and she always will be. He hopes maybe in another life they’ll meet again and get to have the happy ending they never got to have in this one.

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parkersbliss · 3 years

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Hello sweetheart! First of all, how dare you rip my heart out with that last fic (fourteen)? It was so beautiful but sad and I might’ve let a tear slip, but okay. I don’t really know if your requests are still open, so if not, just send me a message or something❤️

I have a shadow and bone request from the prompt list: 035 “don’t look at me like that” and 043 “your hands are really soft”. It’s a bit of a specific request, so sorry in advance. I’ve had the idea for a while.

Maybe a fic with Kaz’ s/o being an artist? They’ve gotten heavily injured on their good hand/arm during a heist and after only a few days recovery, they try to write/paint/draw (you pick) again. Their hand just can’t stop shaking and it really bothers them, so with much contemplation, Kaz grabs their hand to calm them down? Just starting angsty and ending in fluff, if you catch my drift?

Thank you in advance! If you do want to write it, please take your time and don’t feel rushed. I don’t know how many requests you have at the moment, but I know it takes a lot of time to write something. Stay safe during these times please❤️

IM SORRY ABOUT FOURTEEN 😭 in my defense, I’m supposed to make people cry as a writer so—

ANYWAY, thank you for your request!! it’s a bit short but I hope you still like it <3 thank you for your kinds words & stay safe!

Paint | K. Brekker

035: “Don’t look at me like that.” 043: “Your hands are really soft.”

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“Get down!”

“What?”

“It’s going to explode!”

“What?” Inej shouts.

Just like Kaz said, the ground beneath your feet begins to tremble, and an explosion ensues after. You’re thrown over, bracing your fall with your hands. It goes against everything you’ve been told, but it’s instinctive. At first, you don’t feel it, but when you try to push yourself back up, the pain shoots up your arm.

You fall forward, letting out a cry. Something was wrong with your hand. How could you be so stupid? Using your hands as a brace was sure to result in some kind of damage.

Your ears are still ringing, and you look at your hand to see it red and swollen. You attempt to move it and hiss out in pain.

“Is everyone okay?” Kaz asked.

You can see Inej and Jesper emerge from the rumble. Jesper rubs his shoulder a bit but gives Kaz a thumbs up; Inej gives him a nod.

“I think,” You let out a strangled breath. “I think I sprained my wrist.”

“Can you rotate it?” Inej asked, walking over to you.

You shake your head, swallowing your tears. “No.”

“It might be broken,” Inej said, looking to Kaz with worried eyes.

He purses his lips. “You can still walk, right?”

You nod.

“We’ll go see a Medik then.”

You push yourself to your feet with your good hand and cradle the injured one to your chest. Kaz gives you an almost worried glance but continues on. You can tell he’s hurt too. His limp is worse than usual.

The mission was somewhat successful. It would’ve been better if you all hadn’t been overtaken by an explosion. But things rarely ever go right for you guys. Serves as the universe's way of ‘justice.’

As soon as you got back to the Slat, Kaz called a medik to come to check you out. They told you what you already knew. It was sprained.

It could be worse, you told yourself. It could’ve been broken or snapped clean in half. Sprained was a good thing.

But it wasn’t.

You just nodded at the medik, pretending like everything was fine. Why wouldn’t it be? Just a sprained wrist... on the hand you did everything with. Besides being a thief, you loved to paint. Any free time you got you spent painting in the slat. It served as an escape from everything. It helped you clear your head and think after a day's events. But now you couldn’t. Not after today, when you needed it most. The Medik wrapped your wrist and told you to lay off of it for a while.

Kaz volunteered to have Inej or Jesper help you with anything, and you thanked him with a smile before excusing yourself to your room.

Your wrist would be fine in a few weeks. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Yet day after day, you stared at your blank canvas and itched to get back to it.

Some days you would pick up a paintbrush, but you could never bring yourself to paint. What if you made your wrist worse? Then what? You could make it so much worse with a single brush stroke. It was driving you crazy.

“Then paint,” Kaz said.

“It’s not that simple, Kaz,” You explained, staring out the window to the streets of Ketterdam below.

“(Y/N), you’ve been patient for weeks. The medik cleared you.”

“But what if-,”

“One stroke.”

“Just one?”

“One,” He repeated, gesturing to the easel you set up in his office. Kaz had a beautiful view of the city, and often you found yourself painting in his office. He was good company anyway.

With shaky hands and a deep breath, you pick up the paintbrush. It feels familiar in your hands, but as you dip it into the paint, something changes.

The paint drips off of the brush, but you don’t move. You just stare at the blank canvas; you can’t help the shaking in your hand. The medik had cleared you. He had said to just be careful. But what if he was wrong? What if you forgot how to paint in the month you were stuck in the brace? There were so many questions pouring through your head, and you just stood there stupidly, gripping a paintbrush with drops flying everywhere.

After a few moments, you let out an exasperated breath and drop the paintbrush.

Kaz raises an eyebrow at you.

You scoff, trying to look unaffected. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Try again,” He said softly.

“I can’t,” You protest weakly.

Kaz doesn’t say anything else, he just stares at you, and it’s enough for you to pick up the brush again.

But your hands still shake, and your fear is as real as before. Kaz watches, and he can see your eyes glass over as you grip the paintbrush tighter. He didn’t understand what was holding you back. He wanted to, but he couldn’t.

There wasn’t much he could do, and it bugged him in ways he didn’t know he could be bugged. He wanted to help you, but he can’t. He wants to reach for you, touch you and tell you it’s alright, but he knows he can’t. Kaz isn’t stupid. He knows what holds him back. He just wished it didn’t. Maybe that’s what he had to prove.

If he could prove to you that he can get over his fear, then maybe it’ll push you to get over yours. Easier said than done.

Kaz takes a shuddering breath, stepping towards you.

You look at him with confused eyes.

They’re alive.

With his own shaky hands, Kaz grabs yours. It startles you, and you stare at your intertwined hands, breath caught in your throat.

“Kaz?”

“Your hands are really soft,” He whispered. You’re unsure if you were supposed to hear that.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

He nods meekly. “I wanted to prove to you that I could do this. If I can touch you, you can paint.”

You meet his eyes, nodding your head. He did this for you; he was holding your hands.

Kaz carefully lets go, and you pick up the paintbrush, painting a single stroke on your canvas.

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ hogwarts!au x hongjoong rivals au, where you're a prefect for hufflepuff and he's a prefect for slytherin [yes this is an hp au, but we ignore you know who <3]

stopping outside the closed gates of the great hall, you take a moment to listen to what should be the silent corridors of hogwarts now that it is well past midnight

for a second there's nothing and then

a small, quaint giggle

you turn on your heel and start toward the place where the little sound grows louder and louder

until you get to the bottom of one of the many winding stairs and mutter a lumos under your breath

the tip of your wand sparks alive and a coy couple entangled in each other's robes stares up at you in embarrassment and shock

one of them reaches to re-do their gryffindor tie while the other tries to smear off any evidence of what they'd been doing from their mouth

"i trust you know you two shouldn't be out of your dorms at this hour?"

they seem like they're relieved to see it's you - but before either can answer a sharp snort comes from the other end of the hall

in an instance, an almost cold gust of wind arrives as hongjoong's face becomes illuminated by the lantern in his left hand

"and i trust you'll be giving these two months of detention and telling professor minhyuk about this rendevous?"

hongjoong's voice is just as demanding as his expression

when he appears, the two lovebirds almost go stark, being caught by you is one thing - being caught by him is another

but you've never really been impressed or rather intimidated by him, you thin your lips and flick your wand back to a dim

"that's a bit much for some late night fun, prefect kim -"

"it's in the rules."

the green snake on his uniform seems to shimmer and in contrast the badger on yours simply stills

"fine. one month of detention and we'll tell the professor in the morning."

the students groan, to which hongjoong throws them a look that shuts them completely up as they slink back toward their respective dorms

you and hongjoong stay by the foot of the staircase testing each other almost

"it's my turn to patrol the great hall, why are you even here?"

you break the tensed silence and he lets go of the lantern so it floats beside him obediently

"that's exactly the reason im here. i know you are rather .... lax when it comes to responsibility so i came by to offer some assistance."

"i don't need your help hongjoong, i know my duties."

he steps closer and you think emerald is in the fleeks of his brown eyes.

such a slytherin, you think, right down to his core

if he wasn't such an asshole most of the time i would even say he's ho-

breaking that thought with willpower, you compose yourself in time to catch his response

"are you sure about that? im guessing if i wasn't here you would have let those two pumpkinheads go scott free."

you put your hands on your hips, and take a stride forward too

"and what about it? you're just angry that people here at hogwarts are getting some and you're so unlikeable no one will even ask you on a date!'

hongjoong's nose scrunches up and you know you've hit a soft spot

in what seems like the fastest second of your life, he is in your face, so close that you can smell peppermint toothpaste on his breath

"just so you are aware, im quite popular - the real one not getting any is you - isn't that right you little hapless hufflepu-"

it takes everything in your power not to push him off by his collar or stomp on his foot

but you know that's what he wants so you simply turn away, leaving hongjoong in his position - frozen - as you skirt quickly out of the hall

what's he thinking, getting all close to me and saying those mean things-

you grumble, coming to a quick stop before the great hall doors again

there's silence and then you realize your heartbeat has jumped significantly

you put your hand over your chest and shush it - sure the adrenaline is because of how angry you are

and not because of hongjoongs arguably handsome face being in such proximity to yours

the next morning, you leave potions only to find a dreadful gift waiting outside the classroom

it's hongjoong, with the two gryffindor students you both caught last night in tow

"we're going to see professor minhyuk."

you stand in gryffindor tower with your hands crossed over your chest

head of the house, lee minhyuk, still dressed in his coaches outfit from quidditch practice is looking between you and hongjoong with a raised eyebrow

hongjoong explains where he caught the students and what they were doing and which rule under which chapter of the hogwarts students handbook they'd broken

professor minhyuk just nods, snaps his fingers and the two students run off again

hongjoong waits patiently for what you think he expects will be praise from the professor but all he gets is a -

"and you two bothered me for this?"

"but prof-"

minhyuk is gone before either of you blinks, the papers and furniture in the tower all ruffle with the aftermath of his disappearance

and you click your tongue when you look over at hongjoong

"he doesn't care about people making out, like i told you - it isn't such a big deal."

"well - the head of slytherin would care to know if someone broke the rules. the rest of these three houses are just jokes."

he makes a turn to head out, but you can't keep your thoughts to yourself

"slytherin's the biggest joke of them all - after alls said and done, what does your house even do well - hongjoong?"

his shoulders go stiff and just like last night, you find yourself once again face to face with him

you hate to admit - even inches away - everything about him is so annoyingly polished

from the slicked hair, to the clear skin, and the enviable strength in his slim frame

"may i remind you that one of - if not the greatest - wizard of all time was a slytherin. and anyway-"

he flicks the hufflepuff badge on your robe with a sly grin

"hufflepuff's don't get to talk. all you are good at is growing plants and holding hands."

something about the last part sparks a flame in your mind and you smile at hongjoong who only glares back in confusion

"you're right - hufflepuff's are great hand-holders, and guess what else they're good at - kissing."

you return the favor and poke the slytherin badge on hongjoong

"bet you haven't even kissed someone yet - and we're already in our-"

hongjoong grits his teeth, you can see the way his jaw kind of locks and ..... for some reason .... the way it knots a weird feeling in your stomach

why is he looking at me like-

"you want to talk about kissing so bad don't you - well fine. consider yourself lucky."

you suddenly feel the weight of his hands on your waist, tugging you in close with no time to spare

pressing his lips, which are so soft it should be a crime, against yours

one thousand spells start to swirl through your mind

alarte ascendare to send him skyrocketing up to the top of this tower

or maybe a melofors jinx to turn his stupid head into a pumpkin

of course none of these get a chance to be muttered, as hongjoong's tongue swipes across the seal of your lips

and you hate that it works, the little action makes your knees feel like jelly, and you start kissing him back

your hands, stiffed at your side are moved by what you are going to accuse is magic, to his neck

and the "i told you so" kiss that hongjoong had planned turns into full-on making out

maybe it's the pent up tension that has lived between you two since your first years

maybe its the curiosity of the other, of someone so polarly opposite

or actually, it's probably just young love that no matter how much you ignore still ignites once there is a spark

that spark being the fact that your rivalry is just an elaborate coverup for the fact that you both have been into each other for a while

you blame hongjoong for being irresistibly hot, and hongjoong blames you for being irresistibly adorable

before you can tip over onto a nearby couch - the door suddenly opens to the tower

in the doorway is professor minhyuk, smug smirk on his face, as the rest of the gryffindor quidditch team tries to pry over his shoulder

"now - what did hongjoong say before, doesn't making out mean two months of detention?"

you snap away from hongjoong who nearly trips over himself as he tries to conjure up an explanation

of course, professor minhyuk just laughs - and tells you two to get out of the tower and he'll pretend it never happened

as you and hongjoong scurry down the stairs in a flurry of embarrassment

he stops at the bottom step and you have to hold yourself up by the banister so you don't crash into his back

when he turns, you notice his hair is sticking up everywhere

"this never happened hufflepuff."

you blink and burst out laughing

"shuttup and follow me to the fifth floor."

you brush past him, taking his hand as he stands agape

but soon enough he's in step with you, laughing too

and when you two don't show up to the prefect meeting later that evening everyone is whispering about what could have happened

"they're probably arguing somewhere and lost track of time."

ravenclaw yeosang quips and he's kind of right

you two have lost track of time, but this time - not because you're fighting.

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