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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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You Are In Love (Gojo Satoru x You)

summary: you can't stop dreaming about him, and your friends start to notice a change in your behavior. (2.4k words)

cw/tags: mild angst to comfort, friends to lovers, pining, idiots in love, profanity, elder sorcerers being assholes, pet names (doll, gorgeous, etc), uhh gojo loses his cool and blows up a building lol, kissing, one instance of foreshadowing manga spoilers but only if you squint

note: HELLOO GOJO NATION. ok so i'll be so honest with you, this stupid man was my #1 for so long and i think those feelings resurfaced so i got a little carried away with writing this (it's my longest fic so far, my bad). but yk something about gojo, hawks, and kuroo all being played by the voice actor just gets me. the prompt for this is from the AMAZING @creativepromptsforwriting and was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a full fic. anyways, hope you enjoy it!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!

“It’s too quiet. Can I tell you guys a joke I heard on TV?”

“Mmm, please don’t.”

“But it’s funny!”

“Satoru.”

“Ooh, using my first name. Something’s up with you.”

“Something is not up with me, weirdo.”

“No, something is definitely off with you today.” You thought Suguru and Shoko had stopped listening, but they chimed in with evidence of your odd behavior.

“You said good morning differently,” Shoko added, casually taking a sip of her soda and peering at you over the rim. Her hair sways gently in the breeze outside of the convenience store you four had stopped at before heading back to Jujutsu Tech. You glare at her and open your mouth to defend yourself when Suguru adds his two cents.

“You tripped up during that last mission that should have been a cakewalk,” which was true, but you thought your mistake had gone unnoticed. The truth was, the spirit had caught you off guard with a simple teleport trick. It warped behind you and unlatched its grotesque jaws to end your life faster than you could blink. You should have been able to predict the movement with your eyes closed, but you’d been too focused on making sure a certain white-haired sorcerer was alive after your group had been ambushed several hundred feet underground. Suguru had given you a curious look after one of his demons saved your ass, and you’d flipped him off hoping that would be the end of it. “And you also flipped me the bird instead of saying thank you,” he shrugged.

“You also finish your food the fastest out of all of us, and today you haven’t even taken three bites,” Shoko says, finishing her drink and standing to toss it in the trash bin. “Something’s going on with you, and I, for one, am incredibly curious as to why.” Satoru watches you with a smug glint in his eye, and it takes all your willpower not to strangle him.

“As glad as I am to know that you all pay such great attention to my habits, I promise there’s nothing wrong.” The three of them stare at you skeptically but thankfully decided to drop the subject, instead pivoting to who’s most likely to go to jail first (it’s Gojo).

After the late lunch, you begin the walk back to Jujutsu Tech as the sky transforms into faded shades of orange and pink. The vanishing sun casts shining reflections on the surrounding skyscrapers, bouncing off the windows of speeding cars and zooming trains. Satoru and Suguru walk ahead, playfully shoving each other and almost falling over doing so.

“Alright, are you gonna tell me what’s going on now that Dumb and Dumber aren’t here?” Shoko asks as she falls into step with you. The sides of your mouth turn down, realizing that she didn’t forget about your conversation at lunch. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell your closest friends what was going on; you just didn’t know how to explain what you had dreamed about the previous night and the night before that, and all the nights the past two weeks.

It began with a look he had given you after a meeting with some higher-ups in the sorcerer world. They had visited Jujutsu Tech unexpectedly, stating that they would be evaluating the skill levels of random students. Out of your group of friends, only you and Satoru had been pulled to be tested. Principal Yaga had instructed both of you before entering the room to give the evaluation your best effort and to not become indignant if they judged you poorly.

The brass declared your evaluation to be first, and you poured all of your energy into showcasing the power of your Cursed Technique. You even managed to pull off a few strikes of extension techniques that you’d been perfecting for months. Though the entire performance lasted less than ten minutes, you were breathless and light-headed when the panel told you to stop. After bowing deeply, you moved to exit the room, desperate for fresh air, but they stopped you and began listing every single reason why your demonstration was unsatisfactory. Besides “inefficient technique, predictable attacks, weak offense, insufficient defense,” and a general lack of power compared to that of other sorcerers at your level, they informed you that your Cursed Technique was obsolete and would eventually render you useless as more innately talented sorcerers take your place. You were speechless at their blunt criticism of your effort, on the verge of breaking down, but you managed to nod in acknowledgment as you stepped out of the room.

But then you saw him sitting there, waiting on his phone and looking up at you with a bright smile as he stood to greet you. A confusing blend of disappointment, anger, sadness, and loneliness panged in your heart and spread to the rest of your body, and you rapidly tried to blink away the moisture welling up in your eyes while Satoru approached. He was halfway through a snarky remark about you blowing away their expectations when his smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed with concern. Shit, he’d noticed you crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me. What the fuck did they do to you?” Dashing blue eyes found yours through the clouds in your vision, and his thumbs gently brushed away stray tears that escaped down your cheeks.

“Do you think I’m weak, Satoru?” Your voice cracks when the words finally spill out, swallowing hard to push down the sobs threatening to break loose from your constricted lungs. Satoru freezes, eyes searching yours. He doesn’t answer your question immediately, but instead asks again.

“Doll, what the fuck did they do.” You can’t get a reply out in time before his focus snaps up to behind you, and a second later you hear the door roll open, one of the officials commanding Satoru to enter for his evaluation. His large hands hold your face and turn you to look up at him, and you move unconsciously to cover his hands with yours. “Stay here for me, okay?” He glanced at the official waiting in the doorway, blue eyes dark with suppressed rage. “This won’t take long.”

His evaluation lasts two minutes and four seconds. At first, the room was silent and you couldn’t hear any demonstration of Satoru’s technique, almost as if the panel was having a conversation with him before they began. Then, at two minutes on the dot, the room was blown to splinters. The door, the ceiling, the porch, and all of the furniture inside were violently thrown outward in an explosion that made the ground beneath your feet tremble. Curiously, none of the debris had hit you, but you coughed through the dust and saw that the panel hadn’t been so lucky, all of them buried under shredded beams of wood and canvas. And, standing at the center of the room’s remains with a satisfied grin plastered on his beautiful face, was Satoru. He found his way over to where you stood in disbelief and took your hand in his, interweaving your fingers and guiding you away from the ruined building.

You two walked hand-in-hand in silence back to your dorm, where he seemed reluctant to let go of your hand. Before he walked away, he finally answered your question from earlier.

“I tell you this not just as your friend, but as another sorcerer. You are not weak. Your technique is special and something that those shithead elders haven’t seen in decades, and they don’t like what they don’t understand. I know the thought of leaving Jujutsu Tech crossed your pretty little mind, but you shouldn’t. People need you here, Shoko, Suguru, Mei Mei...” He hesitated, taking a shallow breath and reaching back for your hand.

“Me,” he said, his voice low, and his voice got even softer until it was almost a breath. “I need you here.” As quickly as the fondness in his voice appeared, it disappeared. “And, plus, you definitely can’t leave us here with ol’ Yaga. What the hell am I gonna do if I can’t hide in your room while he’s trying to beat my ass?”

You laugh, and the feeling makes you feel better. He makes you feel better. You smile back at him and finally bid him farewell, and he raises your hand to his lips as he says goodbye.

After that, he’d appeared in your dreams for two weeks straight. The dreams started as a continuation of what would have happened if you didn’t just say goodbye to him, if you’d invited him into your dorm, or if you’d let him pull you into his. They transformed after the fourth day into what it would be like to love him and receive his love in return: stolen kisses, flirty whispers, and movie dates to name a few. All these dreams added up to the previous night’s nightmare, where a mission had gone bad and he’d been imprisoned with no hope of breaking him free. You’d startled awake covered in sweat, and barely fell back asleep before your alarm forced you to start the day.

“It’s… hard to explain,” you reply apologetically, and Shoko looks at you with so much skepticism written on her face that you have to turn away and look in the other direction.

“So something is bothering you.”

“Yeah, there is. I’m sorry; it’s just really, really hard to verbalize.”

“Can I take a stab at what’s bothering you?”

“If you could actually stab it that’d be great, but sure. Knock yourself out.”

“It’s Satoru, isn’t it?” You stop mid-stride and her face lights up with amusement. “Holy shit, it’s Satoru. You like Gojo Satoru.”

“Jeez, Shoko, go ahead and say his name four hundred million times, why don’t you? But really, what tipped you off?”

“Ten seconds ago when you asked me to stab your problem, I figured it out,” she chuckles, bumping her shoulder against yours playfully. “If it’s any consolation, I’m 99% sure he’s felt that way about you for a while.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“How do you know?”

“Would you let me off the hook if I said it was hard to explain?”

“Har, har, very funny. Could you at least try?”

“Mmm, I think it’s better if he explains it himself.”

“You’re no help, Shoko.”

“Yes, and you love me anyway. But not as much as you love Sa–” You groan, covering your burning face in both hands and increasing the speed of your steps to escape your friend’s teasing chuckles.

When you finally arrive at school, the stars have started rising and the moon hangs in the sky. You walk in the direction of the dorms when Shoko suddenly unlinks her elbow from yours, winking at you over your shoulder.

“Suguru, can you help me move something from the gym real quick? I forgot a few things over there.”

“Sure, but why do you need my help?” Shoko gives him a pointed look and realization quickly washes over his features. “Oh, OH. Okay, of course, sure.” Suguru turns on his heel awkwardly, briskly walking in the direction of the gym.

“Satoru, walk them back to their dorm. Don’t want anything happening to them after their little slip today,” she adds before heading in the other direction with Suguru, who tries and fails to communicate something to Satoru with a nod of his head.

“Alright, pretty girl, you heard Shoko. C’mere and let me walk you home before she beats my ass.”

“I think you have too many people on this planet that want to beat your ass. And, for the record, I’m one of them.”

“It’s the price of being this gorgeous, gorgeous.” A soft laugh escapes your mouth, and you swear Satoru’s smile gets a little wider. The rest of the short walk to your dorm is just as easy and comfortable, Satoru making stupid comments and you replying with a quick remark over and over until you’re back in the same situation you’d been in two weeks ago. But, this time, you realized that Satoru was a lot closer to you, leaning back against your door with your hand touching the handle but not opening it. You both spend a few moments there, just looking at each other, and his mesmerizing eyes flicker to your mouth when you unconsciously lick your lips. He opens his mouth to say something smart, but you beat him to it.

“If you’re gonna look down at my lips and say something stupid about it, you might as well do what I’ve been wanting you to do for ages.”

“Oh? And what’s that, pretty girl?”

You sigh in mock disappointment and look up at him through your eyelashes. “If you don’t know what it is by now, then I guess… you don’t deserve to do it.” His pupils are blown wide with desire, and you resist the impulse to laugh.

“God, you’re intoxicating,” he says, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you melt into him, arms snaking around his neck while his hands find your waist and hold you up from your knees that have turned to jelly. The first kiss is gentle and experimental, but having the flirtiest asshole in the country chasing your lips as you briefly pull away gives you a newfound wave of confidence, pulling him closer and closer until his body is flush against yours. When you finally pull away from each other and catch your breath, he doesn’t go very far, resting his forehead against yours.

“You know, I wanted to kill them. Those wrinkly assholes two weeks ago that had the gall to call you weak. And I would have, you know I would have, but you were outside… and you were crying… I just didn’t know what to do. I saw red, and, uh, then the building exploded.” You chuckle at his confession and he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, rubbing his nose against yours.

“I had a dream about you. Well, a lot of dreams.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. Got a little nervous today when I heard you talk with Shoko about liking a boy, but it helps knowing now that the boy is me. And, hopefully, it will only ever be me.”

“You pretentious asshole.”

“You know it.”

“You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

“I know you are.”

“And I’m never going anywhere.” He kisses your forehead sweetly, and it’s just like the dreams that had plagued you for weeks before. “Ever.”

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queenendless · 3 months

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🪶❣️🪽This Bird's Beauty (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)🪽❣️🪶

A/N: Testing the waters and getting back to writing BNHA stuff. This time on my recent simping/comfort character.

AU time, already established relationship, tickle fluff, and emotional stuff cause I'm an emotional wreck right now.

Plus I have read a lot of tickle fluff with this man and now I want in on it! There is some in here so I count that!

The past month and so this bird man has been on my mind. And I need new anime husbandos to write for!

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC CONTENT. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.

Another day in Kyushu.

Another busy patrol.

All to attain his long-term goal of heroes having too much free time on their hands.

Worn out, scuffed here and there, and gliding slowly above his hometown, the #2 hero Hawks was heading back to his favorite spot in the city.

A conversation from earlier surfaced in his mind.

“No villain stands a chance against you, Hawks!” One of his sidekicks ego boosted him.

“And no hero for that matter.” His other sidekick remarked.

Hawks chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Endeavor would disagree on that last one. Even the fastest hero alive can't handle the flames so well.”

“And does the fastest youngest hero alive have their eyes set on anyone lately~?”

“I've got my whole life before this young bird settles down in the nest.” That was his ending remark before saluting off to his crew and flying on outta there.

“Still …” He murmured to himself as he took a certain familiar route through the air. “I've already got my sights set on a particular birdie~”

A precious light amongst the seas of blurred smudges.

Saving you on more than one occasion.

Just a regular quirkless person.

Coincidence turned into a kinda sorta reason.

Spotting you between patrols and breaks.

An instant curiosity turned to intrigue.

Walking with you, talking with you about anything besides hero work, getting some fried chicken together.

This new constant of his day-to-day life as the #2 hero of Japan became the one constant he wished to keep hidden from the rest of the world.

One minute you're the breath of fresh air that he gladly partakes in. The next thing he knows, seeing you waving at him one day had his stoic face burning up at how much his heart was racing.

Your genuine gaze, your comforting scent, your infectious laughter —

Razor sharp vision spotted your apartment a mile away as he arrived at the more tranquil suburbs set against the rowdy cityscape.

He could immediately visualize you reading something curled up on your fuzzy soft rug in your bedroom, laying on your tummy as your bare legs crisscrossed in the air, your balcony door cracked open to let in the fresh air.

“All too easy.” He snickered as he sent several of his small feathers to zoom in through the opening.

Your recognition of the tough supple fuzziness that is his feathers stroking your bare soles had you rubbing away those tingling touches only to giggle absentmindedly as those feathers split up to stroke your heels, your topsides, and your arches.

Viewing your smile growing and picking up your melodious giggles through the sound vibrations in the air his feathers received had him relishing in his newfound hobby on top of winding down with you.

“Beautiful, inside and out.”

Your concentration on reading crumbled as you squeaked from those feathers wiggling against your toes, having you roll over and pull your legs to your chest, rubbing your feet together as your narrowed gaze homed in on those feathers floating back to the big bird man perched outside.

“Hey birdy!” Hawks' cheery face and tone had you at a loss between glee and frustration. “I've missed ya!” He was met with a pillow thrown at his face, taking the plush smack, catching it right after. “I take it the feeling’s not mutual?”

“It's been a week.” You stood up and brushed out your wrinkled attire as he hopped down from his perch on the railing before you, his ruffled feathers straightening themselves out. “And the first thing you do is a sneak attack!”

“Well, performing my heroic duties comes first, of course. Didn't stop me from thinking about you, though.” His flattery could only get him so far out of the doghouse, tossing the pillow aside. “And your lovely voice.”

“Can't see why though – EEK~!” The feather tickling your neck had you squealing and smacking your skin for not catching said feather as Hawks snorted in his gloved hand, smirking his ass off.

“Well cause I like everything about you … and you being ticklish is just a bonus.” He laughed as you playfully smacked his arm. “This is the thanks I get for saving you all those times?”

“Yeah, thanks a lot. I owe you my life.” Your sarcastic remark trails off when his tough supple wings draped around you, pulling you flush against him as his pouting lips and downtrodden eyes made you sigh in exasperated admittance. “Okay okay.”

Grabbing both sides of his fluffy collar, you pulled Hawks down enough for you to gently peck his lips. “Seriously … thank you.”

He blushed bright as a rose, grinning all dopey like. He cupped and brushed your cheeks as he returned the kiss tenderly, murmuring between breaks. “How lucky am I to have a gem like you in my life?”

“Flattery will only get you so far, #2.” Your airy remark was short lived as his golden-brown eyes gleamed with mirth.

“And your teasing will just keep getting you this~!”

His wings scribbled against your backside, causing a stream of squeals to come out, sounding so melodious to his own ears.

“No fair!” Your frantic pushing against his chest only drove him to have his feathers strike your nape. “Stahahap!” You felt your feet slip over your forgotten book, leaving it up to Hawks’ quick reflexes to keep you standing as his arms and wings protectively wrapped you up in his fuzzy cocoon, increasing the tingling sensations rubbing every inch of you. “Hahahahahawks!”

“So sensitive.” His faint stubble brushed the side of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squeaked louder. “So squishy~” He swooned, his arms flexing as he squeezed your waistline, wiggling his fingers into your sides plus squeezing them for good measure. “So squeamish!”

“I hahahate you – AAH~!” Him lifting you by your thighs had your arms and legs instinctively hugging his neck and waist.

“That's not what I see here, beautiful~” His smug smirk made you hide your flushed whining face in his neck, feeling the rumbling of his laughter seep through you. “But okay, I'll stop with the tickles … if you help me strip~”

“God you tease.” Your complaint was betrayed by your heartfelt emotion. Gingerly taking off his visor, his amused affectionate eyes watched as you also took off his headphones with slow tepid care, keeping you steady with his hands pressed to you tight.

“Ya know … you can call me by my real name … if you want to, that is.” He mused as he plopped down on your bed and helped you take off his jacket. “Seems only fair since I always call you by yours.” He pried his gloves off with his teeth, tempting you with his actions. “I wanna hear my name coming off your lips~” He purred.

Tenderly setting his removed items down on your nightstand table, you cupped his own cheeks just so you could look him straight in those golden-brown hues. “Keigo.” His eyes lite up right away. “K … Kei.” He audibly gulped as rose red tinted from his ears to his neck for indeed his blushing face spoke volumes of how overjoyed he was. “Can I call you that? Kei?”

He cheekily grinned. “Anything for you, angel.”

You peppered kisses all over his own giggling face. Prying his boots off with help from the heels, Keigo delicately pushed you to lie down on your back, legs intertwined, as some of his feathers tugged the balcony slide door closed before returning to his wings draping you both in their cozy protective warmth.

“I really did miss you, baby bird.”

He froze up as the sounds of sniffles reached his ears. The sight of tears making your e/c eyes shimmer like jewels are as mesmerizing as they are heart wrenching.

“I missed you too, Kei. So much.” His butterfly kisses to your eyes and cheeks were his way to cheer you up and show you just how much he cares for you, smiling as his stubble tickled your sensitive face enough to make you giggle and smile yourself.

“This optimistic guy is just glad to finally be home with his beauty again.” He sighed deeply as you brushed through his unruly messy hair, relaxing and leaning in to your heavenly touch.

Lulled by your caresses, he felt himself falling asleep, whispering as his droopy eyes turned to you.

“Y/n, thank you.” His lazy kiss gets returned by you, having his tired smile still radiating endearment as you both pulled away. “For coming into my life. Letting me be myself around you. Just … everything.”

“I feel the same way, Kei.” You confess as you too felt the embrace of sleep taking you in, using his chest as a pillow, slacking as having him back in your arms made it that much easier to settle down and unwind, straight to sleepy town. “I love you.”

Keigo's heart beats right outta his chest at that confession, admiring your sweet sleeping self, giving your forehead a kiss, curling into you, lulled by your soft breathing as it became his favorite lullaby. “I love you too.”

His wings settled back, pulling away to rest behind him as Keigo pulled you two to lay on your sides, still enraptured in each other, as nighttime swept throughout Kyushu.

For their winged protector took a nice long rest.

With you, his beautiful partner, safe and sound in his arms.

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sexlapis · 4 months

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# TAINTED FLOWERS

nanami x student!sorcerer!reader

synopsis: you were fed misleading details about the mission you were given. nanami is late to the scene.

gender neutral reader, angst, death (not of reader or nanami), hurt/comfort, descriptions of death, blood, dead bodies & gore, protective nanami, mentions of haibara, can be read as platonic or romantic

wc: 2k

a/n: in a sad mood, i miss nanami & i wanted to write something a little dark so here ^_^

posted on ao3 here

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uneven gasps leave you mouth, your chest heaving heavily with each breath. blood soaks the blue colour of your uniform as you sit on your knees, staring at the aftermath of the chaos which ensued minutes before.

what once was lavender-coloured, fragrant flowers and fresh, verdant grass, were now painted crimson, tainted and sodden with the blood of your ally, who lay mere feet away, still, limp and unmoving.

regretfully, you look to where she lay, hoping that by some miracle, she is fine and well and victorious.

the sight of your friend has you heaving.

well, what remained of your friend.

whatever lower body she once possessed, was gone. ripped and essentially disintegrated. what it left is a deep puddle of red that pools around her widely. her patent, mary jane shoes stand in the puddle and her ruffled, previously white socks rest in them, dripping and soaked in her own blood.

her face. her face. her face.

it was barely recognisable. it was hardly even there-

acid falls out of your mouth and onto the grass on the ground, burning your throat and mouth. your clammy hands grip your thighs as the last remnants exit your body. droplets of sweat litter your forehead as you quiver, your limbs weak. they feel weighed from the battle and the fast loss of adrenaline.

you have the instinct to check on her. to make sure she’s dead or to check she’s alive, you don’t know.

but you know. deep down, you know.

mushy, salmon flesh is sprayed upwards from where her head is, the most is piled up at her “skull”, like a mountain of slush. an eyeball bulges in the middle of it all.

tears stream down your face before you even realise it, in shock, fear, despair, anger and disbelief.

low risk mission, they said.

it won’t be too dangerous, they said.

you will both be able to handle it, they said.

lies. lies. lies.

you hear faint shouting, your mind far, far away from earth at this point as you look at what was a friend of yours.

you hear running on the grass, and the yells becoming louder and louder, the ringing and screeching in your ears coming to a closing halt as you finally hear who is calling out for you.

“_____!”

nanami.

turning your head to the side slightly, you watch nanami sprint towards you, the fastest you have ever seen him go, stopping a few metres away from you, weapon in hand ready to fight. you look back to your friend.

nanami stops, breathing steadily as he takes in his surroundings. he spares a glance at the body of your peer, now not even a body - just flesh waiting to be consumed by the birds of death, who clean away the morbid remains of the dead and let the cycle of life repeat itself.

the way she died, the way her body is, reminds nanami of-

he brushes such thoughts away quickly, focusing his intentions on you.

when ichiji had rushed up to him, stammering and panicking over two fairly new fourth grade students who have somehow accidentally been sent to a handle a first grade curse, nanami prepared for the worst.

and the worst it was.

you jump and twitch uncontrollably, not even acknowledging nanami’s presence. you gulp, mouth dry and lips cracked and sit on the ground, clothes now sure to be stained with soil and grass markings at the knees.

nanami approaches you carefully, not wanting to startle you when you are in a clear state of consternation and distress.

“_____,” he whispers, kneeling down beside you. he reaches out, wishing to examine you for injuries but you flinch wildly, yelping, almost falling over yourself.

“hey!” nanami stables your, putting both hands on your forearms, “it’s just me. nanami. your mentor.”

that seems to snap you out of your lost stupor a little. you blink at him.

he sees blood splattered on your face and doesn’t know if it’s yours or not. you don’t know either.

nanami takes the opportunity to scan your body for any serious injuries and comes up empty, only seeing your blood-coated uniform and hands. he finds your eyes, red and watery.

“are you alright?” he asks. he knows it’s a stupid, stupid question as soon as it leaves his mouth, but he’s not sure what to say at this moment, to someone who just watched their friend be killed by a monster right in front of their eyes.

heavy breathes leave your mouth along with incoherent mumbles, looking around almost frantically, you’re on the edge of hyperventilating before you find his kind eyes again.

you blubber, going to turn your head to your friend’s body. “she-she’s..she’s-” you gasp in crescendo, words unable to leave your mouth, still in shock.

nanami turns your head back to him delicately, “don’t look at her.” you don’t want to see that more than you have to, he knows that well enough.

nanami waits, letting you fumble and stutter and trip over your words, still holding your arms, before you’re falling forwards into his hold, crying and weeping into his blazer, screams muffled by the fabric which you will most definitely ruin.

nanami starts at the sudden action, shocked but at the same time, knows that your behaviour is not surprising.

he was prepared for dead bodies, blood baths, life-threatening, powerful curses that he had battled before.

but somehow, nanami was not prepared for this. to comfort a person who has just lost their friend in a slaughter.

you head lay solid on his chest, wetting his clothes, but he doesn’t even bring himself to care about that. nanami envelops you in his arms, pulling you closer, cradling the back of your head as he holds you to his chest. the soft gesture simply makes you sob harder, wrapping your arms tighter around his waist as he rocks you gently.

“it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s over now.” the words tumble out of his mouth, like he knows what to say in this situation, like he’s being the person that he himself needed. “shh, shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

the sky is inked with marigolds, the tender, honey colours of the clouds and sun shine a contrast in the mood and what you have just experienced.

blood glitters on the grass and flowers, shiny and slick.

you and nanami stay there just like that for a long while. long enough to where you bawls, screeches and grieves turning into sniffles, whimpers and hiccups.

nanami moved back a short distance, still holding you. “we need to leave, now.” he states. he inspects your face and body once more, “can you stand?”

you don’t respond for a few moments and nanami is patient. with a weak nod from you, nanami begins to rise from his kneeling position, clasping your hands in his own as he helps you to your feet. your legs are shaky, unsteady like a new-born lamb.

he supposed that’s what you are in a world like this. a lamb who had no idea what they were walking into.

you stumble a little and nanami holds your hands tighter.

licking your lips, you glimpse behind you, back to the deceased. “wh..what about h…her?”

“…someone will come to get her.” there’s no gentler way nanami can put that.

you hum and nod again.

arms crossed and still quivering in your bones, you blink away tears. you just want to go home.

then, nanami is shrugging off his suit jacket, and placing it around your shoulders, the size of it dwarfing you, the fabric warm and comforting, protecting you from the harshness of the world and reminding you of the protector that nanami is.

he wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding your forward and away from the bloodbath.

footprints of vermillion are left in your wake.

the journey back is quiet.

when arriving at the car, ichiji goes to say something, but is silenced with a quick glare from nanami.

nanami opens the door for you, helping your inside and sits in the back with you. he puts your seatbelt on, securing it around your body before doing his own.

you’re looking down, at your hands that are dry and splotched red, occasionally snivelling and breath hitching. you felt cold for some reason, even in nanami’s jacket and the summer heat your leg bounces continuously.

as nanami looks at you in the corner of his eye, an unconscious but truthful thought floods nanami’s mind.

even after all these years, after all his time away from jujutsu society and slaving away in the grand rat race, one thing has always been clear.

nothing will ever change. and nothing he does will change anything in the grand scheme of things. he could dedicate his whole entire life to serving jujutsu and it wouldn’t even crack a dent in the system.

haibara’s smiling face and bronze, crinkled eyes come to mind. then follows, the reminder of his untimely, brutal death, how he died because of a mistake an adult who should have known better made, how his death meant nothing then and means nothing now, how his bloody torso was all that remained of him and how he lives on only in nanami’s memories.

nanami groans.

why did i even come back here?

he hears you sniffle and clear your throat. you let out a breath and he looks down at you. you’re still staring ahead, but he can tell you’re about to say something.

“will…will i..be in trouble?” you croak out, a small sob escaping your mouth. “i..i did everything, i-” more cries interrupt your sentence, images of minced, pink flesh coming to mind once again, and you cover your face, gasping as your shoulders shake.

nanami is reminded of your youth, your inexperience and desire to please the adults around you with that question alone. you, who just witnessed the death of a friend, are afraid of disappointing an adult who you probably do not even know of.

his heart beats a little faster and he exhales a little, not angry at you, but at the inevitable circumstances that this “job” has on one so young and, for lack of a better word, innocent.

“_____,” he sighs, quite a sad sound. he removes his goggles and leans down a little to get a look at your face. you continue to cry. “look at me, please.”

you whimper and do as he says, your face clearly hot, eyes drowned in tears, the skin around them matted with wetness, and nose running and sniffling. your eyes had a far away, distanced look, one of devastation, destroyed childhood dreams and a permanently changed life.

“you are not in any trouble, _____” he tells you, his brown eyes filled with sympathy, reassurance and another trait that you cannot quite place. “and you will not be in any trouble. i won’t let that happen.”

you hum sadly in response, closing your eyes and shaking your head as a few more tears fall from your eyes.

nanami cups your face with one broad, gentle hand, catching one of your tears with his thumb and erasing it into the soft skin of your cheek. he caresses your shoulder with the other. “i won’t…” he trails off, speaking more to himself than anybody else.

choking on a cry, you shuffle closer to him, resting your head on his chest, ruining his blue shirt even more. he doesn’t hesitate to hold you in his arms, something that seems so natural and familiar to him.

nanami thinks this is so unlike him, to comfort a student so closely, but he does not stop. you need this. it reminds him of why he took this job in the first place and why he left and why he came back once again.

why he keeps going, going, going when he is more than able to just stop.

“i won’t…”

next week, you are appointed to third grade sorcerer level and your eyes are blank and your heart is empty.

a/n: this turned out darker than i expected tbh lmao 😕😕😕

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kapposuch · 1 year

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Domestic!Bad Batch x reader (headcannons)

Warnings: Absolutely none! just utter fluff!

I love these kids, I've adored them since I laid eyes on them and god I want the best for these sweethearts. It's been a long time since I've done anything like this, so if you have constructive criticism for me, please lay it on me! I'd really appreciate it!

Here's the bad batch! hope you enjoy

Hunter

He's very much not used to a domestic setting, especially not one he's sharing with you

but god he wants to do right by you and make sure he doesn't mess things up

constantly cleaning up tiny messes he makes, even if it's not a mess. it's as if he doesn't want anyone to know he's even staying with you. it's not like that, he swears! just military habits

"What's with the state of the Marauder then?"

"You think Wrecker can keep things tidy for ten minutes?"

He's an early bird due to his military routine, so he's often up long before you. expect to be tucked in tight with a cup of caf or tea on its way to you when he hears you stir

but sometimes, he just likes to sit in the absolute bliss of freedom. even if it's for a short time before he has another mission with his brothers, he'll relish the contact and hold you close, cradling you like a babe.

moments like this make him feel alive. and it's all he ever wants.

on the rare occasion you wake up first, seeing him sprawled out on one side of the bed, barely covered by your sheets with unkempt hair and a missing bandana makes you melt. an absolute sight to behold, so you'll lay there and take it all in while you have the chance before those unflattering blacks are back on

no matter whats happening, where you are, or what you're doing around your apartment, he will make it his mission to be in your personal space. he wants to make sure nothing happens, and fears the loss if he steps away for just a moment

constant kisses. Hunter relishes in physical touch, and will always place a kiss on your temples, forehead, hands, cheeks, nose, lips, whatever he can reach the fastest. you'll never forget how devoted this man is to you.

even if he's wearing his whole gear and hasn't taken his head piece off yet, he'll delicately bump it to the top of your head if he's got a good enough angle.

he'll melt if you kiss his helmet. maybe he'd consider asking you to put on some lipstick and throw a big ole smooch onto the filter by his cheek so he can take your love with him to battle

"mark my helmet, would you mesh'la? I want to take you with me while I can"

oh no, your heart is missing, where in the galaxies could it have gone?

sweet angel

Wrecker

Where do I even begin?

it won't be the tidiest arrangement by far, but he will always do his best to pick up after himself, even if it's not very often.

arrange a day where you both tidy, with music in the background, and he'll be so gung-ho about helping you clean up! with the occasional dance number during, of course

he'll give you a spin and a dip, and a big ole smooch! very very smily man, god take care of his heart

words of affirmation turn this sweet giant into a puddle of mush, please compliment him

you'll pick up on a few mandoan terms, and will throw them around here and there while you're busy

"Hand me a towel would you, cyar'ika"

"can you grab me that mug from the top shelf, ner cyare?"

his face will light up, eyes well with tears, and he'll scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug, waddle to the couch, and sit with his face buried in your neck, simply repeating the phrases you say in his head. he'd do anything for you to continue getting these sweet words

he's a little bit of an idiot, so sometimes you have to reassure him if you make a joke that he doesn't quite get. you find it endearing, but he worries you think he's not that smart

you can cup his cheek, stare into his eyes, and praise his wonderful mind

movie nights with mantell mix are a staple for this man's date nights. you'll never escape his embrace while watching movies, but you don't mind. he keeps you warm and safe

sleeping arrangements are as such: you're a little spoon. deal with it. he finds it most comfortable, though some nights he'll roll over and will wake up feeling your forehead on his back, and arms wrapping as far across his body as possible. he finds it utterly adorable, and loves it just as much as sleeping with you on his chest

as long as you're by his side, so that when you wake, you can share kisses and make a cup of caf together for the day ahead

"Don't know what I did t' deserve ya... But I ain't lettin' go. Don't even think 'bout it, cyare."

Tech

clean. freak.

everything should be where it belongs after its used, and even you yourself have to get used to it if you're going to be accommodating his stay for a little while

of course, you accommodate willingly, to which he will always attempt to thank you for it, in his Tech ways

anything broken? not anymore

acts of service make his wizard brain hum with glee, so whenever you have an issue you'd like help with, he's already chomping at the bit and listing all the things he'll need to fix whatever ailes your mind

sleeping beside this man could not be more of a rollercoaster

sometimes he wants to cuddle up close, but other times he does indeed need his space. you've made a promise to always ask and find out what he's looking for, and this man practically melts like putty in your hands. god you're an angel in disguise for this troubled soul

with cuddle time, he'll place his hands where they're most comfortable. if they land somewhere spicy, it's simply because of his arm positioning. he's definitely a big spoon and absolutely relishes in the fact that he can make you feel safe. he doesn't mind if you're the only person in the galaxy that depends on him for safety, because he wouldn't have it any other way.

other nights when he needs his space, he'll lay beside you, fingers laced with yours, and wait for you to fall asleep comfortably. if you're talking for a little while, he pushes eye contact. it's his way of apologising for the lack of snuggles, which is equally taxing, but he wants to remind you that you are his world

absolutely a tea lover, and would just about pass away if you brought him a mug of leaf juice on a morning

always sneaking peeks at you, out of pure adoration. he thinks he hasn't been caught, but you caught him long ago, oogling at you fresh out of the shower wrapped in a towel

nice try Hun, maybe next time

hes leaving for a mission? he will break his internal rules and make a mess of your bed, filling it with blankets, pillows, and any soft items he can find. if he has a spare set of blacks, or even some clothes you bought for him as a casual wardrobe, he will make sure it smells like him so you've got extra comfort until he gets back

always telling you that he'll be back in -insert approximate date- but will forever promise to do his best to get back earlier

he won't call you call you petnames, but the way he says your name is so endearing. he says it with passion, and it melts your heart

"It won't take long. Around two weeks if all goes to plan, which is extremely unlikely due to the nature of the mission. But I do insist, I'll come back to you soon, y/n."

Echo

this absolute darling boy has been through the lot

Echo is a tough one, considering he isn't to big on making himself at home anywhere. he's pretty cut and run nowadays but for you? god he'll do his best

he keeps relatively tidy, making sure to help out with the dishes if you ask, or if you're looking pretty tired. he doesn't want you to push yourself when he could easily do it himself

he absolutely shoves a sponge on his scomp. do not @ me about this, imagine the glass cleaning efficiency of this man, god

he's a vivid enjoyer of quality time. while he can't exactly 100% convince himself that you find him comfortable enough to lay with or cuddle, he will always do his best to let you sit where you wish

he'll often ask that you sit on his right side, so he can hold you in his arm and rub gentle circles into your hip or waist as he gets comfy

he is a sleep avoider. you know he's got a lot in his head, and always wants to keep busy, which you're usually fine with, but when it's time to sleep, you'll always do your best to ramble him to sleep. god, this sweet man needs someone to consume his thoughts to ward off the nightmares

you're a big spoon most nights. not because Echo doesn't like spooning you, because he does, he absolutely adores it, but most often, Echo needs that sort of safety net. having familiar arms and weight around him will help him doze, and it'll chase away the bad thoughts clouding his sleep

when you're lil spoon, he will always nuzzle his face into your hair. the smell of your shampoo, and just you in general, is so comforting.

whenever he wakes up in a cold sweat, he feels bad for dampening the sheets, but as you've learned to wake with him in these situations, you always shush him and suggest he take a warm shower while you switch the sheets out for lovely warm ones

echo in a towel. you insist he makes you hot and bothered, and he does believe you every time you say it. he's starting to believe it, and by god you're helping his self esteem more and more each time he stays with you

before he deploys with the batch on a mission, he sits and stares at you, hand cupping your cheek, eyes flickering back and forth between your own

he likes to drink all of you in while he has the chance, and if ever he's thirsty, all he has to do is remember you

you're the last thing he wants to remember if ever he's faced with something anywhere close to Skako again.

"Ner mesh'la... I'll come back for your eyes alone. wait for me, please"

Crosshair

Where to begin?

Nightmare. he can be like having a teen in your home sometimes. snarky comments and sarcasm up the wazoo, but each one of them threatens to get you riled up

he's not the cleanest, but he will keep things in order a majority of the time, helping out with moving things and taking the bins out whenever you need, just so he can keep tabs on you

sharp shooters have sharp eyes, and his are trained like a hawk on you

he isn't the most affectionate, mostly expressing his love to you through teasing and sarcasm.

he likes commenting on your height, or making remarks on your handiwork with whatever you might be doing, though he never intends to be rude about it

sometimes when he's had an iffy day, or he's out of sorts, he'll wander up behind you and snake his arms around your waist, before he nose dives into your neck

he never does much without your explicit consent, but does cast glances often

let's face it. he does not care about what he's wearing around you. including nothing

"Cross- can you please at least put your briefs on?"

"Can you please keep your eyes off me? Cyar'ika, I thought you knew better."

sleeping goes as follows; if you want to spoon, he'll spoon, and hug you close in his sleep

if you want to lay on your back, your chest becomes free real estate.

oh, those are some comfy looking pillows you have there. big, small, or nothing at all, it's a pillow, and it's his

head on chest, hand on waist, absolute KO. he is not waking up

Cross, on the odd occasion, can feel vulnerable around you. when he's away from his work, he'll talk to you about some of the things that happened, and he knows you'll listen to every word, which he can't express his appreciation for

while you're not allowed to touch his rifle, he'll let you sit by him while he cleans it. in fact, he'll appreciate the company. he always does

"I'm off, cyare. Behave while I'm gone, and we won't have problems."

What a tease

#the bad batch #tbb x reader #bad batch x you #the clone wars #fluff #headcannons #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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anon request: hi queen of fluffiness 🤭 (is it okay to call you that?) Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I love your scenarios! Even if the villains ones are majestic to read I have to admit I love the most when you write for Hawks. Can I pretty pls have a imagine where Keigo just can be himself? I hc that outside the walls he is cocky and all what we saw on anime but inside this man just needs a hug and a chance to just be a child for once. Like, reader is just minding her business and kei walks in and bumps on something and starts to tear up because "doveeee I hurt myself 😢' or he gets a flu and is so whiny about it.

"Can't we just order take out instead and eat cake?" He mumbled, face supported by his hand as you arched an eyebrow at him in a very disappointed expression.

"You want to get diabetes bird brain? Just about three days ago you stuffed your face with the goodies we had for your birthday. We can't eat unhealthy food all of the time... even if we want to." You mumbled, going back to the golden looking omelet on your pan as you stirred it carefully.

"Pff. Party pooper." You heard him chuff jokingly and go right behind you to wrap his arms around your body as you could only rolled your eyes at his attics.

Going back in time, your old self would never have believed that the flirtatious, teasing lil shit and a bit arrogant Hawks, the number 2 hero and the fastest man alive... could be such a man child.

Now with almost two years of dating you knew the truth.

This guy had been through hell and back in his childhood days, so of course you couldn't be bothered or annoyed when he acted like this. It just meant he trusted you to just... losen up that hero persona he was forced by the comission to have.

Although that didn't meant you could spoil him too much. Nah, that wouldn't do.

"Here." You placed the omelet on a plate and handed it to him as his brown eyes, which were closed as he rested his face on your shoulder, widened at the sign "You need to eat before you go to work. None of that canned coffee crap you drink so much."

"Hey, is good that thing, not crap." Be mumbled as he reluctantly let go of you so he could grab the plate with a smile and a kiss on your temple "Thanks love~"

"No need. Especially when I can just steal some of that." You grabbed a fork and jokingly aimed to his plate as be gawked at you and put up his arms up with the plate still secure on his hold.

"No way thief, I deserved and earned this. Back off."

"But I was the one who cooked!" You jokingly pouted and smiled at seeing him trying to maintain a serious expression instead of just burst out in laughter "Don't I deserve at least a lil bite?"

"No. You can cook. I can't. Have some mercy on me." He said monotonously before both of you couldn't contain your laughter anymore.

It sadly didn't take long after he sat down to eat for the hero comission to already start calling for him. You didn't even bothered to hold your annoying sigh when he got up to answer it.

You could notice how his demeanor changed in less than a second when the chief woman's voice echoed on the line. His voice wasn't as carefree and soft as it was with you. It held a tinge of seriousness and false charisma and charm thar you now could detect.

'Would he be a little more laid back with others if he wasn't forced to just grow up before the right time?' You thought this to yourself every damn day...

"Gotta go. Word needs saving." He muttered while grabbing his jacket until he made a pained expression at seeing the half eaten omelet still on the table "Sorry about that dove."

"Don't worry. I will either eat or just put in refrigerator." You waved him off before going to the door to hug him tightly, inhaling his scent deeply before placing a sweet peck on his lips "It won't go to waste. Promise."

"Yet I wanted to eat." He mumbled, closing his eyes in bliss at your hands doing wonders to his hair before it got tangled once again when he took his flight.

"I know. But I was thinking of maybe for dinner a hot pot?"

"Sounds nice. But please I beg of you to not put carrots on it." You snorted before placing another kiss to his lips.

"You're such a baby."

"Stop that. I'm not." He chuckled before placing his visor glasses on "See you at dinner?"

"You better."

You watched as he opted to leave by the windows instead of the door as you sighed while shaking your head at him sending you a kiss before taking flight. You prompted your elbows on the edge of your balcony as you watched slowly got even farther away from you with a worried glance.

Dating a hero always made your anxiety even more difficult to deal with...

It was already way past dinner time as you tapped your foot anxiously. Watching the clock you heaved a sigh until you flinched at the loud 'thud" coming from your balcony.

"Ouch..."

There he is.

You got up rather quickly as you rushed outside, opening your glass window to frown at him rubbing his forehead, his closed tight eyes having a tinge of evidence of small tears which you immediately grew worried off.

"There you are!" You kneeled down besides as he finally opened his eyes to look at you, shoulders visibly relaxing at just seeing you near him. " I was worried sick, what the hell happened this time?"

You knew it wasn't his fault when things like that happened. Your anger only was directioned by that dreadfully hero comission and the villains he had to deal with on daily basis.

"Got stuck up on a fight near the center with endeavour. Asides from the whole "being beaten up" part it was pretty cool." He mumbled with a pout before glancing up at you, tears threatened to fall "Was tired from paperwork and fights of today and when I got here I bumped on this shit." He knocked with his knuckles at the glass window

"Oh God poor thing." You accidentally let out a chuckle when brushing his hair back you saw the redness on his forehead already making its appearance.

"Why are those even a thing?!" He whispered shouted as you hugged him close and caressing the back of his head.

"You normally don't even bother when bumping into something that much love.." You muttered in amusement as he clinged on you.

"I had a long day, let me be..." he muttered in your neck as you frowned at the tears hitting your skin as you hummed.

"Must have been to take such a hit on you like that..." You sighed before parting from the hug while cupping his cheeks as he tired eyes stared down at you "do you need any patching up or you just want to go eat something? You must be starving."

"Famished." He mumbled before wordless pointing at his forehead... chuckling at his demeanor you kissed it gently the red spot as he finally smiled for a bit since he got home.

"Baby." You poked his sides as he rolled his eyes with false annoyance.

"Shut up."

"No. He can't go to work. Not even a chance." You talked with a hushed voice on the phone outside of your room.

"And why exactly is that?"

"Because he woke up not even being able to get out of bed? Because the last mission you guys sended him took a big hit out of him? Oh, should I tell you that he even puked this morning?" You hissed on the phone, expecting any retorts of those who worked for the comission only to hear a heavy sigh.

"Fine. I guess we can grant him a few days off due to his healthy. It would surely ruin his image to the public if he went to work looking like what you told me. So I guess we can provide that."

Thats your main concern? You thought with a angry expression.

"Thanks. I sure think he appreciate that." You mumbled as they hanged the phone.... you could only mentally flipp them the bird for their rudeness.

You cringed at the coughs coming from your room as you placed your phone down and walked towards the sound.

"How you're feeling?" You asked while sitting down next to him and feeling his forehead... he was burning up.

"Eh... could be worse." He panted before cracking an eye open with a smirk "Hey.. is in hot in here or just me?"

"Not the time Keigo." You deadpanned as he coughed once again.

"Fine fine... but seriously is it warm? I think I'm having a heatstroke..." he growled while tilting his head up as he flapped his wings a bit to emmit some sorta of wind to cool him off.

You frowned... it wasn't THAT hot.

"Sorry hun, but I think you got one nasty flu." You mumbled as he groaned once again.

"Should have expected... a kid with a runny nose came to me asking for a hug and their parent asked me for a picture with the... the poor fella sounded so badly sick."

"Well, the good point? You made a kid happy which surely is something good and I'm proud of you for it." You spoke silently with a smile as you caressed his face and helped him lay down "The bad point is that now you need to be on bed rest until you get better."

"Ah come one is not like I'm dy-" a violent fit of coughs interrupted him as you massaged his chest with a frown still present ".. shit..."

"I know, it sucks. But you at least don't have to go to work..." You whispered while adjusting his blankets as you saw him start to shiver.

"W-What? Since when?"

"They called. Wanting to know why you were taking so long. And I gave them a good hearing." You mumbled as he frowned while you caressed his looks "Is alright, they didn't made a fuss and even granted you a few days off to get better."

"Man... I was hoping to take those days off to at least get to enjoy them with you... and not mentally stress myself in worry to pass whatever this shit is to my girlfriend..." he covered his face with one of his hands on a growl as you snorted.

"We will bird brain. But you need to get better first.." You mumbled before gently prying his hand out of his face to place a kiss to his forehead.

"No fair..." You chuckled at his whine "I want a proper kiss..." he pouted, looking uo at you as you smiled sweetly.

"I need to be the health one here to take care of you dummy." He grumbled while pulling the covers close to him with a 'fair enough.' Mumble .... you chuckled at his attics before getting up to suddenly stop at a hand gripping your wrist for dear life.

"Uh?"

"Where...?" He coughed "Where you going..?"

"Make at least a toast for you. You need to have something on your stomach before you take the meds."

"No." He whined "I don't want to puke again, and I don't want to taste that crappy médico of coughs. It's just awful."

"Is pills bird brain. You won't taste it." You deadpanned "And you need to have something on your stomach love or else if you do eventually puke, trust me is only going to be worse since it will only come out bile. And is awfull." You explained as he scoffed and weakly got up "No no. You stay on the bed."

"But I don't want to be away from you...." he mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder while his whole body trembled "Just stay a bit.. please?"

"Kei..."

"Noo noo..." he whined while smashing his face on the crook of your neck, nuzzling it as his arms caged you with him "Don't call me that... call me baby..."

"But I thought you hated when I called you that?" You giggled before caressing his back up and down as he hummed in appreciation.

"I lied..." he mumbled on your neck. His voice mot only hoarse but also muffled by your skin as you sighed "... dove?"

"Yes..?"

"Do you see a problem?" You arched an eyebrow "Y'know... with me acting out like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a damn spoiled kid..." he chuckled humorless.. "A guy from work saw me once... like I usually act with you and commented how it must be hell for you to date a man child like myself." He chuckled once again, nuzzling on you even more as if he wanted tk be one with you.

"I like when you are like this around me though..." You mumbled, a bit flustered at your confession "It makes me feel special..."

"Don't I make you feel like that asides from that?" He looked up at you and you cooed at the puffy eyes he had.

"Kei you make me feel the most lucky woman in the whole world." You whispered while gently cradling his face on your hands "of course is not only because of that. Really. Your kisses make me feel like I'm walking on clouds, your hugs are like a open gate to heaven and I will not even speak about sex from how much you mind blow me from it." You smiled at the little cackle he let out.

"But what I meant is that I feel special when you "act out" around me is because you only act like that with me, you know? You trust me to just... be yourself. You don't bother anymore to keep the "hero hawks" image with me anymore. And I'm overjoyed with that... even if you are a brat who don't like to eat carrots."

"They're gross!" He laughed with a whine while placing his face once again on your chest.

A comfortable silence was stabilized until you felt his rough finger tips moving and... it seemed like he was drawing something on your arm?

"Whatcha doing?" You mimic his tone of voice as he chuckled on your neck, still with closed eyes.

"Guess it.." he mumbled, his nose still congestioned..

You paid more attention at his movements before finally realizing with a smile before kissing his forehead lovingly.

"I love you too." You got up carefully as he once again whines for about the fourth time of the day "I need to get you to eat and take your medice."

"Nooo..." he groaned when you got pass the door "BABY ME WOMAN!"

"Don't I do this already every day?" You poked your head on your room as he coughed before sending you a glare but still with a pout. "Behave."

"You're evil." He mumbled before giving his back to you with a bratty huff as you shaked your head once again at his attics.

You were about to pick the butter for his throat until cringed at the sounds of your boyfriend once again puking.

You soon saw a him walking towards the sofa with a blanket secure in his hold as he plopped down on it. You placed the toasts on a plate along with the pills he needed to take... walking towards and putting the plate down on the coffee table to just scrunch down to his level as he gave you a teary look.

"The bitter taste thing that sounds like it's stabbing your throat.. is that the bile you said before?" He weakly whispered, tears clinging on his lashes as you nodded while gently wiping them away "It was awful..." he whimpered as you frowned.

"Told you..." You sighed in worry until you saw him making grabbed hands at you "Eat one toast at least and then we can cuddle, alright?"

"... couldn't it be fried chicken..?"

"You just puked Takami Keigo." You deadpanned as he cracked a smile at your fed up tone of voice.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x fem reader #takami keigo x fem reader #bnha heroes x reader #bnha fics #zuffer writings

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afewproblems · 1 year

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Part Two of my Stranger Things Steddie AU, Steve always fall first, falls fastest. You can read part one Here!

Eddie watches as Steve peels out of the driveway, staring straight ahead with a blank vacant expression on his face. He looks at Jeff, who shrugs and takes one last hit from their joint before flicking it onto the concrete and stubbing it out.

Eddie frowns, Steve usually waits until Eddie is ready to leave before they both drive home, saying one last goodnight on the driveway.

The evenings grow longer and longer with each passing day as they crawl their way into summer, but it's dark now. The warmth of the day gives way to a cool breeze that ruffles Eddie's hair, and rustles the grass. He shivers lightly and rolls his shoulders before turning on his heel towards the garage. Light streams out from the door, illuminating Eddie's puzzled face as he walks back inside.

Gareth looks up at him, catching his eyes once before they drop to the bottle in his hands. His fingers play with the paper label, peeling it up at the corners.

Steve would always show up, like clockwork, every Sunday with a six pack of some variety, and sit in on their practices. It's nice, not something he ever would have predicted after surviving being nearly eaten alive by a bunch of bats from another dimension.

But if the new scars and nightmares come as a set with a few new friends that had dragged him out of Hell, who was he to complain?

He likes Robin, likes her dry wit and stubborn attitude, she loves fiercely once you've been chosen but doesn't seem shy about calling you an idiot if you deserve it.

He likes Nancy, likes how smart and unexpectedly tough she is, the woman can shoot a gun like no one's business. She's a bit more prickly than Robin, which is saying something, but she cares a lot.

He likes Steve.

He really likes Steve.

Steve, who had picked him up when he was bleeding out and ragdolling in the Upside Down and carried him through the last open gate.

Steve, who sings along to Tears for Fears and Wham! in his car only to turn around and pull out a Queen cassette from the glove department.

Steve, who bitches and moans about driving the kids around to the arcade or to the Munson trailer for D&D nights, but never says no.

Steve, who stays up with Eddie during movie nights and listens to his wild ramblings without interrupting. He smiles and asks questions that prompt even longer responses, and seems content to simply listen.

Steve, who is definitely straight as an arrow, and would probably panic if he found out about Eddie and his little secret.

"Hey uh," Eddie asks after a beat, reaching for the last unopened beer in the cardboard, "did Steve have to go?"

He twists the cap and flicks it towards the bin, it bounces off the lip and clinks against the floor.

"Woah, I didn't know we knew Larry Bird?" Jeff snorts as he wanders through the door and exaggeratedly ducks with his hands over his head before dropping next to Gareth on the couch. Eddie rolls his eyes as Jeff relaxes against the sagging cushions and drapes his arms along the back.

Gareth's eyes flick once to Jeff before coming back to rest on Eddie's face, "I uh, dunno man, I think Steve just had to go home. He didn't really get into it".

Eddie frowns at the tense line of the bassist's shoulders.

"Who cares man,” Jeff scoffs with a smirk, “now we can actually talk about our set list without having to stop and explain every little thing”.

Gareth winces and closes his eyes with a shake of his head.

"Oh, fuck off," Eddie snarls as he steps towards Jeff who freezes at the sudden proximity, "I didn't say anything when you insisted on bringing Mary O'Donnell around to every other practice two years ago--"

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" Jeff growls as he stands up, rising up to Eddie's eye level, "I liked Mary, you told me to go for it?"

"Exactly!" Eddie yells. He breathes in sharply as the words finally register.

Oh shit.

"Oh shit..." Gareth whispers.

Jeff's mouth opens and closes, his expression jumps from incredulity before dropping into shock.

Eddie had done a lot of growing in the last few weeks if he did say so himself, and he did - loudly and to whoever would listen. He could be brave, he had proved that with Dustin and the bats, he had proved that by diving into Lovers Lake to chase after Steve.

Bravery was no longer a first for him, he could stand his ground and hold firm in the face of adversity.

But the Upside Down had nothing on admitting that he had a crush on the former ‘King-Steve’ to his two best friends.

Eddie whirls around and walks out of the garage.

He makes it about twenty feet before rapid footsteps echo behind him, not that he had been moving all that quickly.

The world feels as though he's wading through quicksand, each step dragging him down, he sighs and stops walking.

Gareth catches up, mild surprise etched on his face.

Eddie's eyes trail from Gareth back towards the garage, Jeff stands in silhouette just outside the door.

"Come on man," Gareth says softly, "just come back inside, we didn't know--"

"What am I even doing," Eddie mutters, he scrubs a rough hand against his face, "I know how it sounds dude, you don't have to chase after me, I know I'm being an idiot".

Gareth freezes for a moment and crosses his arms. His eyes scan Eddie's face as though he can read every wild thought traipsing through his mind, it's not a comfortable feeling.

In the distance Jeff cups his hands around his mouth and yells, "Gareth! Did you tell him, we didn't know?"

Gareth rolls his eyes and throws a hand behind him to swat the air, as though he wishes Jeff's head were there instead.

"For what it's worth," Gareth says with a sigh, "I don't think you're being an idiot…" the words come out in stops and starts, as though each one is weighed carefully before being released.

Gareth was always careful when he spoke, more level headed than Eddie and Jeff, that's why they worked well together. Whenever Eddie or Jeff said something that went too far, Gareth was ready to pull them both back down to earth.

"Steve actually seems like a decent guy I guess, kinda surprised about it but whatever," Gareth shakes his head once before breathing out through his nose, "and you're absolutely sure about this?"

Eddie doesn't even think before he nods, "Yeah man, I'm crazy about him".

Gareth hums, his eyes haven't left Eddie's face once the entire time they've been standing on the sidewalk in the dark, they are in between street lights but that doesn’t seem to stop Gareth from reading Eddie like a book.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you something, but if this goes absolutely sideways, I cannot be held responsible in any way," Gareth says once again in that slow, measured pace.

"Jesus, I've never known you to be this cryptic man, I kind of love it," Eddie huffs nervously, his hands dropping to his jeans to wipe the sweat from his palms. A light breeze catches him once again, caressing his hair as it billows down the lane, he shivers.

"Steve likes you, we all know -well maybe not Bozo over there," Gareth gestures back towards the garage where Jeff continues to linger, "but you're not an idiot".

Eddie blinks.

Steve likes him.

Steve likes him?

"What uh…what are you talking about?" Eddie manages, the words stick to his tongue, his mouth suddenly drier than the sahara.

Gareth breathes out heavily and shifts, his hands come back up to cross over his chest.

"Dude, please don't make me explain it, you seriously didn't know?"

"No?!" Eddie hisses, his hands climb to his hair, gripping the wild curls and pulling harshly. Steve liked him? How long had this been going on for? How long had he been completely oblivious?

"I mean, I kinda thought you were waiting him out, trying to let him down easy, you're not the kind of person to string someone along so I hoped it wasn't because you liked the attention," Gareth mumbles with a shrug.

Eddie's heart beats a wild staccato as the information continues to sink in, Steve likes him…

"Oh my God," Eddie whispers, "oh my God I-I have to go," he steps away, his shoes crunching against gravel as he turns on the spot, "I have to talk to him!"

Gareth nods, a small bewildered smile blooms on his face as he shakes his head, "I mean, yeah man, go get him?"

Eddie takes off past Gareth towards his van, still parked on the driveway, he flips off Jeff as the other man hoots and blows a kiss after him.

But it doesn't matter. A giddy euphoria bubbles up from his chest and throws itself from his lips as a wild cackle. He tosses open the door to the van and scrambles inside, Gareth's words echo over and over in his mind, Steve likes him, he has a chance!

The normally twenty-minute drive from Gareth's parents place seems to take forever, he hits all eight lights on the normally sleepy mainstreet and with every stop Eddie feels like he's vibrating out of his pants.

He finally reaches the Harrington House, pulls haphazardly onto the drive and flings himself out of the van, just barely turning off the engine and pulling the Emergency brake on.

Eddie races toward the front steps and raps his knuckles against the door with three successive knocks. The house is dark, no lights, not even the flashes of the sitting room television can be seen from the front window.

For a moment there is nothing, no sound from the other side of the door. Eddie swallows and knocks again.

Then, the porch light flicks on with a metallic click.

The door opens just enough for Eddie to make out the shape of Steve, the hall light remains off, leaving Steve in shadow.

"Eddie?" Steve says, his voice rough, "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, uh, hey Stevie,” Eddie manages, a wry smile threatening to take over his face the longer he stands in the doorway, “can I come in?"

Steve hesitates, his hands remain fixed on the door but a slight tremble runs up his arm to his shoulder.

Eddie falters for a moment, a hint of anxiety slithers through his chest. Was Gareth wrong?

Steve sighs suddenly and pulls open the door, sliding sideways to let him pass.

The giddy feeling in Eddie's chest slowly dissipates as he steps over the threshold into the dark foyer. He reaches over to the light switch on the wall and turns it on as Steve curses and turns away abruptly.

"Stevie?" Eddie says, his voice pitched with alarm, "hey what's going on?"

"Don't, please don't call me that Eds," Steve whispers, his shoulders shake but he remains facing the opposite wall.

Eddie's stomach drops at the wet sound to his voice, the slight hitch, the shake of his shoulders.

"Oh shit Stevie, come here," Eddie says as he reaches for Steve’s shoulder, he grasps it lightly and gently begins to turn the other man towards him. Steve doesn’t move at first, holding firm, staring straight ahead and away from Eddie.

He only has to smooth his ringed hand along Steve’s shoulder and up his neck and suddenly his arms are full as Steve crashes into him.

“Oh sweetheart, its okay,” Eddie whispers. He brings his arms up around Steve, one hand curls into his hair while the other comes up around the small of his back.

Steve’s face is tucked into his shoulder, his hands grip the fabric of Eddie’s shirt and vest harshly. He shudders and breathes, as though trying to stop the tears as they continue to fall, wetting Eddie's shoulder.

“Sorry,” Steve mumbles, the words catch in Eddie's hair but he shakes his head at the sound.

Eddie frowns, “What on earth are you sorry for?”

Steve is quiet for a moment, Eddie takes it as an opportunity to kick the door closed behind them before planting his feet to stabilize the weight of Steve in his arms.

When he looks back, Steve is facing him. His large hazel eyes are red rimmed and shining with tears, his nose and cheeks are flushed and his hair is a wild mess, but he looks beautiful to Eddie.

“I don’t,” Steve whispers eventually, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable".

It clicks.

Why Gareth was being so careful, so cryptic earlier, why Steve must have left early.

"Did Gareth say something to you?" Eddie murmurs, the words are soft but there's a hint of anger there.

Steve stiffens and shakes his head, a little too quickly. He bites his lip and makes to pull away but Eddie holds him tight.

"Stevie, come on, I can't help if I don't know what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours," Eddie says, his heart beats wildly in his chest as Steve slowly raises his head to catch Eddie's eyes once more.

Steve's eyebrows are furrowed slightly, but the slightest hint of hope lingers in those hazel eyes.

Eddie swallows down his inner voice that screams, run, over and over and over - because isn't that the first tenant of bravery?

Doing something, even though you're scared shit less?

"I'm going to try something here sweetheart," Eddie says slowly, carefully, all the years hanging out with Gareth have paid off in the strangest way.

He slowly leans in and presses his lips, dry and chapped, to Steve's.

It's soft, nothing more than skin to skin, Steve is frozen as though his body doesn't know how to process what's happening and God Dammit that's not what Eddie is hoping for.

But then, Steve's eyes flutter closed and his body melts and his arms slide from the front of Eddie's shirt into his hair and around his neck and he's kissing him.

He's kissing him!

It's a little wet, Steve tastes like tears and his nose is running slightly but it's still perfect.

Eddie smiles and reaches us to cup Steve's cheek with one hand, his thumb caresses along his cheekbone across the constellation of freckles and moles on Steve's face.

Beautiful.

Eddie swipes the barest hint of tongue along the seam of Steve's lips before catching himself, slow and steady.

Eddie pulls back but leaves his hand on Steve's face and smiles widely at the dazed expression on his face.

"You with me sweetheart?" Eddie whispers, grazing his thumb once more across Steve's cheek as he says it.

A deep blush blooms across Steve's face, spanning from the tips of his ears, across his cheeks, and down to his neck. Eddie files that reaction away for later.

"Yeah Eds, I'm with you," Steve says softly with his own small smile.

There's a lot to talk about still, but it's certainly a start as Eddie leads Steve down the familiar hallway and into the sitting room.

And Eddie can't wait.

For everyone that asked to be tagged once part two was up, here you go! (I hope these tags worked, I haven't used Tumblr in FOREVER)

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And to @monstrousfemale who wrote such a beautiful second part to my initial post (please go check it out because it is lovely) I hope this holds a candle to yours! Thank you again for going over linking posts!!

#stranger things s4 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #let steve cry #steve x eddie #stranger things fanfic #drabbles #fixed it everyone #thank you everyone #oblivious eddie munson #we love supportive Jeff and Gareth #Somehow Gareth became a pretty cool character to write...#I hope you all enjoy!

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I hate to bother you but I have come to ask for any facts that will Garner a "what the fuck" reaction. Someone sang Christmas songs near me and I've decided I need to remind people it's spooky season.

Care to help?

Some birds in the everglades feed their extra babies to alligators so the alligators will hang around and drive away other predators

A Tasmanian devil gives birth to up to 50 joeys but only has four nipples so only the four fastest and strongest will live while all the others starve to death by the end of the day

Shrews are one of the only mammals with a venomous bite and their primary use for this is that it puts prey into a state of paralysis for up to two weeks, allowing a shrew to just stockpile small bugs or frogs that it can eat alive for days

Male hairy frogs battle rival males by breaking their own finger bones and slashing each other with the protruding shards

Mites in the genus Adactylidium are born pregnant after a single male fertilizes all of his unborn sisters, then he dies when they eat their way out of their own mother

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Tim getting lobotomised from the villain of the week, now Bruce has to look after him in every way (including sexually). Dick and Jason are sad that Tim's changed at first but slowly they accept it and it brings them back together as a family, Tim seems happier now anyway, watching children's shows, carrying around his plushies, getting fucked, being bathed, why bother trying to fix him when it makes them all happier? (Maybe Bruce even arranged it in the first place to keep him from leaving)

tim becoming permanently injured snaps something among them. because it's one thing being killed, another thing becoming physically and mentally scarred. with tim it's a deliberate act of cruelty designed to extract the most pain from tim's friends and family by forcing them to see what they've taken away from tim.

tim. poor tim. they were too late. it's not until his distress beacon turns on, activated by this new villain that decided to make their name by taking out one of the 'birds' of gotham, that they arrive.

his injuries are minor. some rope burn around his wrists and a cauterized circular scar above tim's eyes where the sick fuck had used a laser to sever tim's prefrontal cortex.

they don't want to believe at first. but the villain had left documentation, scans, taunts to show them how they were a "threat" to be taken seriously. they track him down in a matter of hours, it's the fastest they've ever caught a rogue. they won't go to arkham. it's highly unlikely they will ever even leave a hospital bed for the rest of their lives given the damage jason had done. because unfortunately for that villain, red hood had gotten to their location three minutes before anyone else and that had been more than enough time for him to instill his own personal brand of justice.

they extend every effort they can to fix this. leslie says there's not much she can do. yes she's a doctor but neurology is not her specialty but even without it she knows that...injuries with the brain are very complex and intricate matters. bruce extends every effort. he flies in doctors, specialists, doctors who have been retired for years but had been the best of the best, professors who don't even practice but have done more for the branch of science than anyone else, he gets special permission to visit villains in prison to get consults from them even though it burns the ethics seared into his bones but he can't deny that some of them know their stuff.

in the end its the same. the brain is complex. it's a deeply important organ but so much of it is still an enigma. bruce is given prescriptions for tim, recommendations for therapists for him, told that his support is all he can offer, a few of them even tell him that...that a care home might be the best option for tim if he doesn't feel equipped to deal with someone who is disabled.

at every person who can't help him bruce and the others grow more desperate. they're thinking of consulting magic users but zatanna says that's not their specialty. bruce thinks of consulting that short list of metas the league has of those with healing powers but none are particularly skilled and can only hear minor cuts and breaks. bruce thinks...of the pit...

and stops himself. and in a moment knows he's gone too far because he knows that tim would never want that. he wouldn't want the pit. and so...with a heavy heart bruce calls it off. tells the others to stop their desperate search for a cure or a fix. they have to accept this. tim is still alive, he's still tim. the brother and son they all love so much. and tim might be a little hurt and a little less of himself but that doesn't mean they love him any less.

so they have to try, to try and adjust to how things are now. it's easier than they thought it would be. but also hard in ways they hadn't expected.

tim had a temper sometimes, tim was a grouch in the mornings, tim got angry and always knew what to say to hurt someone, tim was independent, tim was private, tim was funny, tim was rude, tim stood up for himself, tim never hesitated to call them out on their shit.

tim was an incredibly self sufficient person. he was like a plant that could go months without being watered and it wouldn't die. he was resilient. and they didn't realize how much tim was away and absent until they saw him each day to help him. bath him, dress him, feed him.

tim isn't fully helpless. there's some element of cognition he retained given that he still refuses to eat the navy beans that alfred makes for lunch one day. tim has preferences, things he likes and wants and enjoys. it's easy to love tim like this. he's so...simple. so easy to please and make happy and ask for forgiveness.

dick holds and kisses the top of tim's head all afternoon while movie after movie plays and tim doesn't fuss or whine once.

damian finds it easy to endear tim to him by offering little gifts. chocolates, candy, stuffed animals. things that make tim trust him without a second thought and it soothes some hurt indignation inside him that had always simmered because he and tim had never really fallen into that easy relationship once damian had stopped wanting to kill him.

jason...jason finds an ease at being with tim. a simplicity. he'd always harbored some suspicion towards the other. he was...conniving. sneaky. it was just hard to believe his words and not feel like he was being conned or used as some pawn in a bigger scheme because jason wasn't cooperative and when bruce wanted something that's what HE did and everyone said that bruce and tim were so similar...

maybe it's cruel. fucking disgusting even. but...jason likes tim better this way. tim's capacity for trickery has been greatly cut down. jason could ask if tim spoiled his dinner by eating chocolates when he wasn't supposed to and tim would clutch a stuffed hippo close and say he didn't, all while melted chocolate would be smeared on his lips and cheeks. tim is an open book. and with a family full of bats its a breath of fresh air. even alfred isn't fully transparent. with tim there's an honesty between them.

tim is different now. softer, weaker...sweeter.

they get used to him fast. tim requires more careful attention but its nothing they aren't willing to do.

until dick goes to get tim dressed for the day and finds his panties soaked through and tim making soft sounds and pressing his thighs together.

and bruce tells them that tim may have become changed mentally but his body is still very much that of a young adult. that he has needs and desires even if he can't understand them or do anything about them.

and they try to ignore it initially. dick cleans between tim's legs and ignores tim's soft noises and the wet stickiness coating his thighs. they ignore the soft slopes of tim's body, the hard ridges and lines of him having softened from retirement.

tim grows agitated, frustrated, upset. bruce already had tim on birth control because the pain of his period would just confuse and cause him unnecessary pain.

so..jason brings up a possible solution. an idea. there are...toys they can give to tim, things to help him along. tim's clearly in discomfort.

and they do. they try to offer them but tim doesn't understand what to do with them. he gets frustrated, upset.

so...they need to help him. just like how they have to help tim in other ways now they have to help him like this. if that means they help part tim open and press a toy in before turning it on so tim can squirm and writhe on it well, that's just part of the job.

they escalate without realizing it.

sometimes they're out in the garden or on the couch in the sitting room, or in the library and tim gets needy... but they don't want to go all the way to tim's room where they store his toys. so...they just use their fingers. their hands are clean so it should be okay and tim seems to enjoy it so much more. he's curled up close and weakly clutching at their clothes while they press fingers in and gently rub at his front- so they keep doing that until they suddenly they don't use the toys anymore.

damian is the one who gets curious. he's young, he's horny, he's curious- they really should've realized that. and damian after having his fingers dripping and hand drenched with tim's..release. he grows...curious. the smell, the taste...

before he knows it he's using his mouth on tim instead of his fingers and tim just likes it so much better. he gets all sweet and pliant afterwards and damian likes seeing the different reactions so he keeps doing it until dick finds him with his head buried under tim's skirt while tim squirms and whines on the carpet, his hands wrapped tightly around a stuffed giraffe.

damian doesn't get...grounded. but he is reprimanded by dick for allowing tim to lie on the floor which could hurt his back and for making tim's panties messy and not properly cleaning him up.

it progresses. it just does. suddenly dick is gently poking the head of his cock into tim, checking his reactions and whispering assurances and telling tim that dick will make sure this feels good that he wants tim to know what this feels like because he will never have gotten to feel it otherwise.

sex with tim is nice, he's so vocal and doesn't hesitate to express how much he enjoys something which is refreshing. every person dick had ever fucked always tried to retain some kind of dignity or clung to the idea that they needed to pretend like he wasn't good at what he was doing to 'check his ego' or something. tim reaches for him, kissing at his cheeks, and whines so sweetly and breathlessly when dick presses in nice and deep filling up his baby cunt with cock. tim is tight and hot and so pliable and easy to move around into good positions and though dick may have been hesitant at first that changes after the first time he sinks his cock into tim with a thick wet sound.

it's good. it's nice. its addicting fucking tim. pumping their hard cocks into him, watching it disappear into tim's hot little cunt, pressing flush to his puffy lips, gently fondling his baby tits, and fucking him in all different ways until he's clenching hard and going 'ah ah ah' on their cocks while the head is pressed right against the entrance to his womb and their spilling ribbons of warm cum all over his walls.

tim is so much happier after they fuck him. he cooperates better, behaves better, has less tantrums, is more affectionate. its a win win for all of them.

the only rule to it is that they're not allowed to fuck tim through the night.

'you're robbing him of his sleep' bruce scolds them after tim can barely stay awake at breakfast because damian had kept him awake the entire night by fucking him. its the reason tim sleeps in bruce's bed with him at night, so none of them get any ideas and also so bruce can prevent tim from rolling off the bed.

it also means bruce is the first of them to get to fuck tim as soon as he wakes up when his cunt is all warm and wet. bruce enjoys fucking tim's thighs, not quite trusting himself to push in. he's significantly bigger than his sons after all, even jason doesn't try to work in more than half his cock. but tim seems content either way, laying under him, underwear and little shorts pushed down to his knees, shirt pushed up to expose little, pink tits. bruce coats his cock in wetness and fucks the wet seam, listing to the thick wet noises and squishes as tim whines and grinds up against him.

truly tim has never been happier. the family has never been happier, and bruce has never been more content.

he knew when he'd found that new villain's plans during his raid of the office building they worked to track down a different criminal that he'd made the right choice in stepping back. he'd considered how things would turn out and they'd far exceeded his expectations.

sabotaging tim's distress beacon to delay by half an hour once activated was the best decision bruce had ever made. tim had been making to many moves that had bruce tensing, making too much talk of perhaps moving to san francisco permanently.

no. at least this way bruce's family stayed together. and thats all that really mattered in the end.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 19

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Bury The Cross

Notes: Thank you all for the nice comments ;_; ! It really lifts my spirit. Also, sorry for some of the future chapters lol I never said there wasn't going to be a ton of angst. <3

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter: 19/ It’s a secret.

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The weather was in your favor today, it wasn’t overly warm but quite comfortable, perfect for horseback riding. You had even taken off your cloak and vest to enjoy some of the sun.

You rode next to Lancelot and Squirrel, knowing that the Monk had memorized most of that map by now.

Squirrel was already planning ahead on what was important for him, “What are we gonna eat tonight?”

Lancelot’s eyes moved to the boy now. “We ate only a few hours ago.”

Was his stomach already empty after such a big serving of soup?

Then again, he was a child still growing and quite energetic.

The boy did not listen to the Monk and dreamed of the next meal. “Roasted potatoes sounds good.”

You could only agree. “That does sound good.”

The Monk almost rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

The large rock formations beginning to appear alerted that Madrock was not far away anymore.

“Gods…” You uttered at the sight of them.

“Are those clouds?” Squirrel was baffled.

Never before had you passed Madrock, instead you always stuck to following the river, and seeing it now was a marvel to behold.

Lancelot heard the wonder in the child’s voice. “Those are rocks, we will be riding between them to reach the village.”

Squirrel quietly asked, “Do you think there will be Feys in Madrock?”

It took Lancelot a second to reply. “I do not know.”

You could tell that it troubled him to think of the possibility. The Fey would recognize him and not be welcoming to him, of course it was a sensitive subject to speak off. And it wasn’t good either if he was recognized and they would call him by his former title in front of others, the Church was still looking for him.

By offering some insight, you hoped to ease his mind. “Not many of our kind show themselves in villages anymore. Let us believe that they wish to remain anonymous just like we do.”

Lancelot was looking at you, wanting to believe in the hope you held.

He could tell that you were aware of the nervousness he felt towards facing the Fey again. At least he was not alone in this, not like he had once been before.

This nice weather made you roll up the sleeves of your shirt somewhat. “It’s getting warmer.”

Lancelot was feeling it too. “We’ll have the shadows to keep us cool between the rock formations.”

Squirrel was taking off his cloak and propping it between himself and the Monk. “It better…”

It still took nearly two hours to reach the rocks, their presence was impressive. The road between them was the fastest one to Madrock village.

“Whoa!” Squirrel was in awe of the rocks.

“They’re beautiful.” You stated the fact.

The reins in your hands received a small tug and you saw that Lancelot was holding them a little too.

“There are no birds.” He was looking around himself.

Both you and Squirrel were quiet now and realized that the birds were no longer singing.

There was no one in sight either, what could have scared them off?

You proceeded to ride with caution and after a few minutes concluded. “It feels like we’re being watched.”

The Monk agreed on that. “We are.” He saw you looking over at him. “Fey kind. They’re hiding.”

All you could see was plants, trees and rocks covered in moss. “I don’t see anything.”

Lancelot gestured for you to halt as he did the same.

“Maybe they think we’re Manbloods?” Squirrel wondered.

There was on way to announce yourself as being Fey kind without alerting Manbloods of what you were.

You spoke to whom you could not see, “Born in the dawn?”

Someone small darted from behind a bush into the openings between the rocks.

Their skin had been the color of the rocks, no wonder you had not seen anyone until now. They blended into their surroundings perfectly.

Lancelot tilted his head down, letting the hood of his cloak fall just above his eyes in the hope that the shadow of it would hide his Fey markings from their sight.

You reached over and took hold of Goliath’s reins. If they had recognized him, you hoped to show them that he was with you and not let them think that you and Squirrel were in danger.

He understood the intention behind your action right away and let it happen.

Slowly you rode forward together, remaining calm even if you heard more of the Fey kind move close to the rocks.

That short road through the rock formations felt like it had taken you ages by the time you were past them.

Lancelot let out a breath of relief once there was some distance between you and the rocks. “I did not know how to react.”

You were quite glad that he had kept a calm head on his shoulders. “At least you didn’t draw your sword. So, I’d say you are getting better.”

Even young Squirrel was proud of the Monk for staying calm. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt them.”

This child had faith in him…

He prayed he was worthy of it.

“I do not want to return to who I was.” He told the boy.

Squirrel’s mouth curved into a smile, “We won’t let you. Right, y/n?”

You bit back a grin. “That’s right. We’re going to keep the ‘Weeping Monk’ out off the monk.”

The sudden silence that fell between you was palpable.

He almost struggled to speak off it. “I no longer see myself as a man of the clergy, I cannot remain a monk after losing my faith.”

Squirrel was cautiously hopeful, “You don’t want to be a monk anymore?”

You held your breath for the answer.

Lancelot confirmed what the boy believed. “I do not.”

This was him turning away from the religion he had been raised to fight for…

You almost couldn’t believe it…

Squirrel was quite happy to hear it. “Good! Now you can just be Lancelot.”

Just be… himself…

He was looking over at you, awaiting your reaction to the news.

You fumbled with the reins of your horse, sensing that he found it important to know what you were thinking now, “Would it upset you if I said that I am glad that you no longer wish to be a monk?”

“Not at all.” He slightly shook his head.

You could not hide the relief you felt now that he was finally breaking free of the hold the Church had on him. “Good. Because I am.”

He was quite positive on the fresh start. “I don’t know what or who I am now, but I can start anew.”

Squirrel chimed in ,“With us!”

Another silence fell, this one uncomfortable.

The agreement was to part ways once you and Percival safely reached your friend.

So far, that remained the plan, for you had not voiced any desire to continue this allyship beyond it.

You looked over at the Ash Man and saw him search your eyes. “Take it day by day, you’ll find your purpose and path in life.”

He appreciated the encouragement, because he could tell that you meant it.

Now that Madrock was in sight, you wanted to know for certain what the plan was for today, “So tell me, Ash Man, should we find a place to sleep in Madrock for the night? Or travel further and sleep in the forest?”

He preferred the later. “We have what we need to survive some nights in the forest, if we avoid going into the village, we avoid further incidents.”

Incidents like being chased by Trinity Guards in Oldmore.

The decision was made, you did not want to flee for your life like that again. “Alright. But this forest you chose to travel through, I do not know it. I always traveled along the riverside.”

The Ash Man dared to jest about it, “Since when are Fey afraid of the woods?”

It earned him a glare from you and Squirrel.

Squirrel was appalled by the insinuation. “I’m not afraid!”

Sometimes you hated how he could on your nerves. “I was bitten by a wolf days ago!”

He found it amusing to see the defensive reactions. Unbelievable.

When the oaf chuckled it made your temperament flare up.

You mumbled through your teeth, “Fine then. I hope you get eaten by them.”

The blunt boy reacted to it, “That’s not true. You wouldn’t have healed him if it was.”

You send Squirrel a look, but the boy was not letting you act like you still hated the Ash Man.

Lancelot was glancing over at you, visibly content with the boy siding with him on this.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Let’s just get to that forest.”

They shared a grin with each other and it proved that Squirrel had grown attached to the Ash Man.

Then again, they had quite a few things in common. They were both stubborn, hotheaded and loved swords. The boy looked up to him but would never admit to it. Perhaps it was good for the Ash Man to have the child in his life and have someone to set a better example for.

As expected, you passed Madrock by nightfall and saw that the village was quite crowded compared to Oldmore. It was wise indeed to avoid the place, with so many people around it would be difficult to see the enemy before they got too close.

The horses were getting tired, it was time to find a place to rest in the forest. You decided to dismount and walk the last distance to the forest on foot. It was a welcome change, everyone was bored of riding all day.

There were a lot of deer to be spotted in the forest, along with other nightly critters that made their presence known.

Not far into the forest, the three of you began to set up camp. You took it upon yourself to begin making a small bonfire, if only that would have gone easier.

On your third attempt, you wanted to throw the flint and the small piece of steel into the trees.

Lancelot must have noticed how close you were getting to tossing his flint and steel off into oblivion, because he gingerly stole them from your fingers.

“Impatience will not help you.” He said.

The only thing catching on fire was your mood.

“Neither will that stupid flint.” You told him.

He sighed deeply, mouth curling into a smile. “It will. Be more confident with it.”

The Ash Man flicked the flint against the steel and the spark it caused fell down on the dry pile of grass and branches you had made, the fire was born so easily from it now.

You let out a groan and plopped your rear down on the grass, you took the satchel off and put it down beside you.

He was already holding out his hand, like he had read your mind, or maybe he just remembered what you and Squirrel had planned to eat tonight.

You handed him some of the potatoes and he pinned one on the tip of his sword to roast it over the fire. You did the same with another potato and Squirrel came to sit down beside you to watch the fire prepare it.

Never had you thought that you would be sitting around a fire with a young Fey knight and one of the Ash Folk. The strangest thing was how natural it had begun to feel.

Lancelot finished roasting the first potato and made Squirrel pin it on his knife to eat, so the boy would not burn his hands.

The question he had for the boy was not meant to insult, he was merely curious, “Why do you prefer to be called by the name of an animal over your own name?”

You were trying to discreetly shake your head at the Ash Man, knowing the reason behind Squirrel’s nickname.

He was quick to understand that the reason went deeper than what Squirrel had previously admitted to.

Sadness took away the mischievous spark in Squirrel’s eyes. “Momma always called me her ‘Squirrel’…”

Any hunger you had felt was gone, the first time the boy had told you was on the second day you were together in the dark of the night just like now, when he had not been able to sleep.

Lancelot opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him now.

“She got sick.” Squirrel said as he watched the potato on his knife cool down enough to eat. “Poppa never called me “Squirrel’, he hated it. When he shouted at me, he always called me by my real name. And he always shouted.”

There they were, the roots of the reason why the boy did not like his name.

Who would like their name if it was never spoken with a gentle tone to them?

The Ash Man stood up and walked to your other side, where Squirrel was sitting, then knelt down beside him, “Do you not want me to call you by your given name?”

Squirrel was deep in thought, then quietly said. “You don’t shout it at me like he did…”

He touched Squirrel’s sleeve with a knuckle. “I see no reason to.”

You curled a hand around Squirrel’s arm and moved him a little closer. “You can always tell us if there is something upsetting you.”

Squirrel nodded to you, and he answered the Ash Man’s inquiry. “I don’t mind. You can call me ‘Percival’.”

Lancelot seemed relieved to hear that he had not accidentally upset the boy.

Then Squirrel looked at you with silent hope and a hint on uncertainty, “You’ll keep calling me ‘Squirrel’, won’t you, y/n?”

Like his mother used to do…

It left you speechless for a moment, until now you had not known of how deeply the boy had grown attached.

You brushed a hand over his head. “Of course, you’re my little Squirrel.”

The boy made you regret your choice of words. “I’m not little!”

From behind Squirrel, you could see the Ash Man turn his head to the side and downward to hide the smile before the boy could see.

You sighed a little and smiled. “Eat your potato. It’s getting cold.”

The boy’s attention immediately snapped back to it and he took a big bite from it.

Lancelot let his own sword push yours away from the fire before the potato pinned on it was burned instead of roasted.

A quiet curse fell out and you quickly moved your sword out of the fire, thankfully it wasn’t burned, just a bit more roasted than preferred.

The three of you sat around the fire, enjoying the simple meal so much that no one said a word until it was finished.

Lancelot had put his sword down for just one single moment and the boy had picked it up. Even though the Ash Man saw, he let it happen and stood up from the ground. By drawing the short sword and tapping it against the long one Squirrel was holding, he invited him to try and spar.

The boy was up on his feet within seconds and took a hard swing at him.

The sound of it rang loud into your ears and you got concerned with the way Squirrel was being a bit careless about it.

The Ash Man saw the concern on your face and proceeded to help the boy wield the sword safer before one would lose an eye or limb.

It wasn’t long before it turned more into a game than an actual lesson in sword fighting, mostly because Lancelot couldn’t resist constantly disarming the boy.

For the first time since long, you had heard Squirrel laugh from joy, the way a child would during play.

The circumstances weren’t the best, but they were happy like this and it was endearing to see.

Their game continued until the boy began to yawn every few minutes.

The Ash Man was not one to take risks when it came to the young boy, he reclaimed his longsword. “Get some sleep, my boy. It is late.”

Squirrel did not even protest against it, he was tired.

You got up and grabbed some of the linen sheets and put them down on the ground, making a sleeping spot against a tree close to the fire for warmth.

The boy knelt beside you and helped, once it was finished he crawled on the linen to sleep.

You tucked him in, seeing the pull of sleep slowly take a hold on him. “Sweet dreams, little Squirrel.”

This time the boy did not take offense and seemed rather content to hear the term of endearment.

“What happens after we die?” Squirrel asked all of a sudden.

Upon looking at the boy, you saw the pensively sad expression he had now.

Lancelot turned a little upon hearing it, but did not fully look at Squirrel.

It took a few seconds for you to think of the answer, and you had an inkling where this question came from. “It is said that the souls of the Fey join the Hidden.”

Squirrel accepted it as an answer, then asked another question that had been going through his mind, “Do you think Nimue felt pain?”

Gods… how could you provide him with the answers he sought without upsetting him?

Lancelot saw you hesitate and answered it himself, “No.”

No one knew what the girl must have felt in her last moments, and why upset a child with the truth when it could be avoided?

Your eyes snapped to the Monk, as did Squirrel’s.

He tried to not cause the child unnecessary fear or pain. “It is quite like fainting. A state of dreaming as the world fades away from us.”

Squirrel was quiet for a moment, the sorrowful look did not yield. “I didn’t get to say goodbye…”

You blinked the feeling of tears forming in your eyes away and raked your fingers through his hair a little.

The Monk had closed his eyes briefly.

To hear the child suffer through grief, just as he was, devastated him.

You had seen Lancelot’s troubled reaction to it, this was painful to experience for both.

The will in you to comfort the boy was strong, “Remember her, Squirrel. We don’t have to say goodbye to the ones we love if we keep them alive in our heart and memories.”

Squirrel snaked his arms around your waist embraced you, letting that mask of strength drop and showing the broken heart underneath it.

You gave Lancelot a knowing look when his eyes opened again and fixed on you, there was a slight nod from him in return.

To offer some comfort to Squirrel, you sat down beside him, he held on for a little while until he laid down.

It did not take very long for him to fall asleep, you kept brushing your hand over his arm until he did.

The Ash Man had made his own sleeping spot against a tree and had often paused to watch you pampering the boy to sleep.

After that, you began to make your own sleeping spot close to Squirrel.

You opened your satchel and took out one of the books, the one Lancelot had teased you about before, and sat close to the fire to be able to read it.

By the time you had turned the first page, you could see him struggle to hold his tongue.

He was sitting with his back against the tree, mouth slightly curved into a half-smile.

“Shut up.” You quietly warned.

His head tilted to the side. “That is the book I caught you with before. The one which speaks of the heart’s desires.”

You mumbled through your teeth, “You know nothing of romance.”

“Do you?” He daringly asked.

By choosing to ignore him, you hoped he would treat you the same. It did not work at all.

He dared to tease you about it. “Tell me about this ‘Matthew’, the one with eyes the color of honey.”

You did not move your eyes from the page they had been on for the last few minutes.

“No.”

“Why not?”

That persistence of him found it’s match in your own stubbornness. “Don’t stuff your nose in matters that don’t concern you.”

His eyes narrowed as it finally clicked in his mind. “He does not know of your infatuation for him.”

It had been a statement, not a question.

Dammit, why could he not keep his nose out of it?

“Why not?” He sounded genuinely curious

Like he knew what it was like to have feelings for someone and having to hide them in fear of rejection. No, it was one thing he was spared of by being what he had been.

You didn’t like having to explain it, “What do you mean ‘why not’? He could reject me!”

His quiet question followed quickly, “Why would he?”

By now your attention on the book was ruined and you put it back in your satchel. “He did before…”

His brows arched, like he could not understand it.

Your eyes were on the trees, because you could feel them sting a bit from the heartbreak it caused to think back to that time.

The Ash Man had not expected the answer at all, “Did he say why?”

He had indeed, and the reason why had been a blow to your self-esteem. But you could not change Matthew’s preferences in women. And neither would you change yourself to match them.

The rustling of leaves pulled you out of your thoughts, “Did you hear that?”

He was on his feet not a second later, as were you.

“Stay here.” He told you, then he quickly walked up to Goliath to grab the bow and an arrow from the saddle.

“It could be a wolf.” He readied the bow.

A wolf? Had he not said that there were none here?

It did not sound like there were more than one out there, not like it had the previous time. “Alone? Maybe it’s a deer.”

He hoped that your guess was the right one. “If it is a deer. It will fill our stomachs for days.”

You didn’t believe it necessary to kill an animal when you still had enough to survive. “We still have food and coin.”

The rustling came closer and you looked to the sleeping child. “Lance-”

He hushed you as he aimed to where the sound came from and nocked the arrow on the bowstring.

The moonlight shone from behind the creature, causing it’s antlers to cast shadows on the ground. This was no wolf, this was a large white stag being curious to see what other creatures were wandering these woods.

You put a hand on Lancelot’s arm and made him lower the bow.

A white stag was a rare sight often believed to just having been a legend. And here one was, in all it’s beauty.

“My goodness…” You had never seen one before.

The only thing that could steal his eyes away from this majestic stag, was your hand still wrapped around his arm.

He shushed you, knowing how easily startled a stag can be.

The animal came closer and the size of it’s antlers were on full display, they were intimidating and you resisted to urge to take a step back.

The Ash Man did not move a single step, unafraid of the creature that could spear him on those antlers if it wished to.

It felt like it was staring at the two of you, the faint whispers of the Hidden traveled through the shadows around, then the stag turned and walked back into the darkness of the forest.

You weren’t aware that you were still holding on to Lancelot, or of how strong your grasp on him was now.

When you did notice, you let go immediately and wondered why he had not said a word of it.

The bow and arrow was loosely in his left hand as he turned to face you.

You could not read his eyes and felt your feet freeze to the ground when he moved his right hand towards you.

It touched your upper arm and then slowly glided down to your elbow where it stopped.

You were looking at the hand on your elbow and feeling very, very, confused. Even when his thumb gently moved over your arm, you couldn’t snap yourself out of it.

Lancelot struggled to find the words to ask what he wished for, but he forced himself to try, “I know we have agreed to part ways once we reach your friend and when Percival is safe.”

You had not forgotten the agreement. Both Squirrel and you would be safe where you were heading, and he would be free to travel off to wherever he wanted without having to worry or feel guilty about what happened to the boy.

The Ash Man stepped closer and you ignored that nervous feeling in your stomach that wanted you to step back.

He sounded determined to keep what he had now, “Is there any hope that I could convince you to forsake the plan of us parting ways?”

Your eyes were darting between his now, was he truly asking this?

You plucked his hand from your arm and stepped back a bit.

To him, this was the answer to his question.

And he never expected it to be painful, but it was, terribly so.

He took a step back as well, then walked off into the darkness too.

You wanted to ask where he was going, but stopped yourself from doing so. He needed a moment alone and so did you.

Squirrel was still vast asleep and blissfully unaware of it all.

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It took a while before the Ash Man returned and when he did, you were sitting on the sleeping spot he had made for himself.

He knew there and then that you weren’t going to just ignore this.

He walked over, stopped, and made the brave choice to sit down next to you on the sheet.

The bow and arrow was put down next to him on the ground.

For a moment, nothing was said between you.

It wasn’t simple to explain why him wanting to stay at your side was difficult. “My home is with the Feys, Lancelot. So is Squirrel’s.”

He had not expected differently. “I know.”

You did not want to sugarcoat what such a decision would mean for him, “Why would you take the risk of staying with us, knowing that the Fey will not be kind to you?”

He was fidgeting with his hands. “It is worth the risk.”

It felt so surreal to hear him admit to it out loud, it must have taken quite a bit of courage for him to do so.

That answer was what made you want to tell him the truth about this journey and it’s destination.

“Come with me.” You tapped him on the arm and stood up from the ground.

You wanted to make sure that Squirrel would not hear what you had to say.

Lancelot caught up with you by the time you were out of the bonfire’s light, “What is it?”

“I am not taking Squirrel to just a friend.” You carefully began.

Deep down he always knew that there was more behind it than you had shared with him.

Still…

He wasn’t very keen on learning you admit to the lie, “Who are we heading to?”

The answer was also the reason why you needed to be sure you could trust him. “My family.”

He took a step back to process the news.

You explained your reasoning. “I was going to bring Squirrel to them. He will be safe there.”

Lancelot fired the question, “And you?”

You shook your head, after leaving home they would not welcome you back. “They are good people, I just chose to follow my own path.”

A light scoff came out of him. “You have been lying to me for days…”

All your courage left you when he turned around and his back faced you instead.

You stepped closer and touched his arm, speaking softly to him. “My cousin is a little younger than Squirrel. My parents began raising him after my aunt and uncle died, they love him. And they will love Squirrel too.”

He stated what he believed would happen, “Percival will not part from you. The boy loves you, I can see it.”

You pulled back your hand and tried to keep yourself together. “I want him to be safe, even if it breaks my heart.”

Was there even another way? A way that could prevent this separation?

He did not want you to think that he didn’t know you were just trying to give the boy the best chances in life, “I know you do. And you must understand that I will not leave the boy with someone I have never met?”

Leaving Percival with complete strangers was out of the question for him.

“You want to meet my parents?” You blurted out.

“I do.” He was determined.

Him?!? Your parents did not even want you to come home, and now he was asking to meet them?!?

It worried you. “Lancelot, my parents are Dawn Folk. I don’t think I will be able to convince them to meet you, especially not my father.”

It was no problem to this stubborn oaf. “Then don’t. I shall just introduce myself.”

You shook your head. “Lancelot.”

He would not change his mind on this. “I will only leave Percival’s side if I know for certain he is safe. I will meet your parents and if they see it fit to kill me, then so be it.”

You hated to hear him think so wastefully about his life. “Don’t say that. I will let you meet them but I won’t let you be killed.”

His hands folded behind his back, something he would never do around an enemy, for it would be too easy to put a dagger into his chest.

It showed how much he had grown to trust you.

The Ash Man’s eyes trailed over to where Squirrel slept. “I am curious to meet the people who raised such a daughter.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The instant defensive response caused a mischievous smirk to curve his lips. “I wonder if you were this prepared for battle as a child as well.”

By giving a playful smack against his chest, you all but confirmed it. “I’ll have you know that I was always well-behaved as a child!”

He did not believe a word of it and jested, “Perhaps as long as your parents were in sight.”

The tug at the corner of your mouth betrayed you. “You don’t know anything about me, Ash Man.”

You tried to walk past him, he moved so you could not. You tried again and it had the same result.

“What?” It was ticking you off.

That mischievous smirk had now reached his eyes.

Was he daring you to physically move him out of your way? Even in the dark, you could see how focused he was on your face, in his eyes you could see a hint of curiosity and oddly enough it intrigued you too.

With a nervous soft chuckle, you swayed on your feet a bit. “I don’t play games anymore, I’m not a child.”

Your eyes darted between the sleeping child, and the Ash Man who seemed to be quiet determined to test your limits.

“I have learned about you.” He took a step closer, intruding your personal space without an ounce of remorse. “I know enough to see beyond the mask you often hide behind.”

He stood so close that you didn’t know where to look anymore, since when had it become so difficult to glare at him from a short distance?

You shook the feeling off and cheekily said, “It’s not a mask, it’s just my face when I see that you’re around.”

After that, he did not let you move past him at all, clearly you were too entertaining.

“Will you move? I am trying to go and get some sleep.” You were waving your hand at him, shooing him like you would an animal.

The sneaky bastard caught your lower arm and gave it a tug.

A squeak escaped you when you thought you were going to fall, but ended up against his side instead.

He hushed you while barely holding back a laugh himself, “Shhh… you’ll wake the boy.”

You smacked his side and arm with the back of your hand. “It’s your fault!”

He caught your hand when you tried to hit him a third time, “I thought you did not play games anymore?”

Then why was your smile so bright that it put the sun and moon to shame?

You regained your balance and pulled your hand free, but did not step back. “I don’t.”

By the look in his eyes, you know this wasn’t over yet. As if to challenge him completely, you brushed your arm against his whilst walking past him, even giving a small bump into him that was meant to imbalance him.

You got away with it for a few steps, then he caught you by the arm and had you against the bark of a tree a second later. One hand on your arm, his other placed just above your shoulder against the tree.

Your first reaction was to look over to see if Squirrel was still asleep before he got the wrong idea, you could not see the boy from this angle but knew Lancelot could.

The way he was acting now was new, and you were trying to understand his behavior.

“Have you gone mad?!?” You weren’t scared, just taken aback by it.

He was glad to see that you had grown to trust him, and pointed it out, “So far you have not even reached for your sword.”

Had he done this days earlier, you would have threatened him with it. He was testing you…

Quietly you told him of the conclusion you were drawing from his different behavior, “You’re doing this to see if I trust you.”

His hand on the tree got closer to your face, “Do you?”

You were pressing your back into the tree to handle the close proximity. “Seeing as you are unharmed, the answer should be clear to you.”

Even though he smirked, you could tell that he was waiting for a real answer.

“I trust you,” You admitted and warned him, “Don’t make me regret it.”

He let go off your arm and stood up straight again, no longer trapping you between himself and the tree, “Once Percival is safe, where will you be?”

Staying home was not an option. “Out into the world to help my people I suppose.”

“Alone?” He asked.

Squirrel turned in his sleep and distracted Lancelot.

You took the moment of distraction to step away. “I don’t want to be thinking too much of the future just before I go to sleep.”

He understood the reason and let you walk back to Squirrel.

The boy was mumbling in his sleep a bit, and you sat down on your sleeping spot beside him. You leaned back against the tree and made yourself comfortable under your sheet.

Squirrel rolled over on his back and his arm landed on your leg.

So, now you were stuck sleeping the way you were seated or risked waking the sleeping child.

Lancelot had seen it happen and focused on his own sleeping spot to try and hide the grin. “I would not move.”

You couldn’t manage to glare at him, it was too sweet to see Squirrel feel comfortable and safe enough to sleep like this.

The Ash Man rested against a tree, having both you and the boy perfectly in his sight.

A view to treasure.

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Hell Tower lore yaaaaaay Here I'll talk about the demon powers

Wrath Demons are the most feared in Hell, not only because they're easily irritated, but they are also the strongest kinds of demons, basically comparable to human tanks. They also have really strong claws capable of cutting through the hardest of metals. Because of their aggressive behaviour their tail resembles a lit fuse. 💥

The fastest kind of demons (like, Chuck from the Angry Birds movies level of fast), they're capable of outrun and make things faster than anyone else, making most of them feel like they're the superior kind of demons. Their tail resembles an arrow, usually pointing upwards, to underline their arrogant behaviour. ⬆️

They might not look like much, but those greedy bastards are capable of being really ingenious when it comes to how to rob or beat anyone up with their stealth abilities, especially when their tail is involved, resembling a clawed hand capable of grabbing anything from anyone.🖐🏻

The Envy demons might have the weakest powers, but used in the right situations their enhanced sight and hearing can be extra useful, which is why most of the time they get paid to spy on potential enemies. Their tail resembles a magnifying glass, because of the way they can't help but look at others badly and get annoyed by their apparent well-being. 🔍

Sloth demons have a special poison in their tail that can paralyze anyone (unless they're an Archangel or an Angel of a higher rank) for 30 minutes, it can be deadly if the victim is stung multiple times. With how lazy the Sloth demons are they rarely kill their opponent, they just stung them and use their 30 minutes to flee away from the fight. (Also fun fact: some of them get so lazy that they don't even trim their demon fur, which is why most of them look like furballs) Their tail simply looks like a scorpion tail. 🦂

Gluttony demons's tail produces a special liquid with a smell that when inhaled by their opponent it can make them delirious and, if smelled for a long time, make them hallucinate. The liquid (usually called the "Demon Juice") also has a really sweet and addictive flavour, so much you can find bottles of it in various pubs in Hell at a high price. Their tail looks like a fruit, it can be cut off and it'll regrow after a while.🥭

Lust demons are the most paid demons (I'll give you one guess on the reason why.) and they're also the second most feared ones in Hell because of their ability to mind control anyone at any moment with their melodic voice and make them at the mercy of these seductive beings. I think you can guess what their tails resemble as lol 🩷 (Theo let Hazel use this power on him to make him forget some awful things from the time he was alive or to just relax him. And occasionally he let her control him to... Uh... Y'know. Do what couples do.)

Angels are WAY more powerful, basic ones have most of the powers of demons (super strength, sight, hearing and speed) and the Archangels and other higher ranks get to have more "psychic" powers: healing, telepathy, invisibility, basically being the Avatar, and much more.

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ：Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ（Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔ）

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: While on a patrol, you realize just how much you care for the birdbrain known as Hawks.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Fluff, slight crack, cute shit

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1177 (Short but sweet <3)

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“For fucks sake!”

You grab the bird brain’s jacket, tugging him away from the press swarming him. “Come on nugget man, we got shit to do and people to see-” Hawks laughs, playing along. Once you’re both around the corner, he plants both of his hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Thank you for saving me, I am forever in your debt.” His serious demeanor slips within two seconds and he leans against you, laughing. You join in, shaking your head.

“I swear, do they not realize you have hero shit you gotta do too?” You both begin to walk down the street, his wings having been yoinked of most of their feathers the previous day. He groans.

“You gotta deal with this every day?” Pouting, he shoves his hands into his pockets. You can’t help but laugh again.

“What, too slow for the fastest man alive?” You poke his side. He swats at your hands.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t do that!” He shoves his hands into his pockets again. “... maybe-” Turning around, you watch him as he speaks.

Your eyes slide over to your best friend- your partner in crime. 3 years of this. Unfortunately, your stupid heart decided to to the stupid thing of liking the stupid idea of him possibly being your stupid significant other.

Yeah, right, you scoff internally. Come on, look at him! Mans is pretty damn close to perfect. He starts rambling about some new case he’s gonna be sent on, but you stop listening after he says 2-3 months.

Also unfortunately– your stupid feet can’t apparently walk right. Tripping over literally nothing, you brace yourself for impact–

...that doesn’t come?

A hand grabs yours, pulling you into his chest. “Woah there- if I didn’t know any better, you weren’t paying attention,” He teases. He’s right of course, but you’d never let him know.

You pat his chest, looking up at him. Your face was HOT, heart slamming against your ribs. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? Not you, not me. Come on!” Grabbing his hand, you take off. He lets out an indignant squawk at the sudden change of pace.

At the brief contact of your hands on his chest, sparks had raced through your body.

Your heart had yet to stop pounding from him saving you from humiliation. Holy SHIT that was close– but being that close to him felt so damn intimate. Why? Who knows, but it was kinda nice.

We’re just friends, nothing more, you scold yourself as you weave through the bodies in front of you (with poor Hawks in tow).

Just friends. The thought made your stomach turn.

I’m gonna tell him tonight, when we get back to the agency. For real this time.

You blink, and it seems as if time warped in on itself. You were about a block away from the building housing his agency. Cursing to yourself, you let go. “Ah shit- didn’t mean to drag you that far-” He cuts you off with a laugh.

“Nah, you’re fine.” He pauses, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him with a confused hum. “Can we talk for a sec?”

Your stomach drops. Fuck, what did you do? Were you too loud? Did you talk over him at some point? Did you do something rude without realizing it? As if sensing your paranoia, he ruffles your hair.

“Nothin’ bad, birdie. Just wanted to talk. That’s all.” You breathe a sigh of relief– partially.

“Alright, what about?” He scrunches his nose, brows furrowing in thought. A smile tugs at your lips. He was cute when he was searching for words. You both continue to walk in silence for a moment.

“Well… fuck, why is this so hard?” He groans, plopping on a concrete slab around some plants. You sit beside him, head cocked to the side.

“Come on bird man, you can do it!” You cheer, and he chuckles a little. You take it down a notch. “Seriously, Hawks. Whatever you need, I’m here.” He purses his lips.

“Keigo.”

“Huh?” You stare at him. His gaze was a bit softer than usual. Almost vulnerable, even.

He takes in a shaky breath. “Call me Keigo. I’d… prefer hearing it from you.” A shy smile is thrown your way, and your heart flutters.

Just friends. Nothing more.

“Keigo,” You try, the name rolling off your tongue easily. You then smile. “Beautiful and fierce. It fits you.” Grinning, you bump your shoulder against his. He turns, gaze even softer.

Just.

Friends.

… if not now, when?

Taking a deep breath, you take his hands. “I wanted to talk to you too. Been meaning to, actually,” You chuckle, averting your gaze. This could ruin everything, or make things amazing.

At this point, when would there be a better time?

“Ok, first off– I don’t wanna lose you, keep that in mind. Promise you won’t hate me?” He looks at you with confusion before nodding. His amber eyes sparkled with curiosity. Were they always that pretty?

“I get.. This weird feeling when I’m with you. A good one!” You blurt with a small laugh, before composing yourself. “A good one. I can’t explain it, but I do know,” You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“I do know I really enjoy spending time with you. I know we’re both pros and it’s dangerous and even possibly stupid to even think like this, but you’ve become someone really special to me and…” This is the moment. This is it.

Say it.

“I think… I think I might be in love with you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself. Would he laugh? Is he disgusted? Opening your eyes, he’s flabbergasted. You start to backpedal in panic, heart sinking.

“You don’t have to like me back, you know. These feelings are probably just temporary, I just wanted to tell you how I felt-” He cuts you off.

“Well too bad, cause these feelings are mutual and now you can’t get rid of me. And did ya ever think maybe I don’t want those feelings to be temporary?” He hooks a finger under your chin, intense gaze meeting your own.

Your heart is pounding so fast with the mere fact that he’s this close. Hawks, Keigo, the #2 pro hero of Japan, is mere inches away from your face. Swallowing hard, you purse your lips.

“Do you mean that..?” He was a jokester– sure, he had limits, but you had to know.

He scoffs. “Ya know, you think you’d pick up on signs over the last year and a half-” You pull him into a tight hug, burying your face into the shoulder of his jacket. He makes a noise of surprise, but his arms wrap around your frame all the same.

“I’m fuckin dense,” You laugh into his chest. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Nah. But hey, I care about ya too, kid.” He ruffles your hair, standing up after you both let go. You sit in shock.

“The FUCK did you just call me?!”

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