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heyzagman · 3 years

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SO! I’ve been thinking about how Zagreus, a literal god, trained fighter under Achilles, has to fight through each region of the underworld, powered by the Olympians and ancient Titan-slaying weapons, dying multiple times, before he is able to reach the surface. And Orpheus, dude who has never held a sword in his life, just walked right in and out with only his lyre and his falsetto. I’ve been thinking about that so here’s a fic from the prospective of Thanatos about it:

disclaimer: I have no idea what the underworld timeline looks like so we are shooting pinball with the ages of the gods here

Thanatos was but a godling when the Orpheus debacle happened. Queen Persephone was with child, attempting to grow a new plant in the garden, when they all heard the singing. This was the first Thanatos himself had heard of it, although Mother Nyx and Lord Hades did not seem alarmed. Specifically, Mother Nyx did not look surprised, but instead, impressed. Lord Hades was enraged. He stood up dramatically, slamming his hands on his desk. Thanatos had been speaking to Mother Nyx about his future duties, the young god had recently found his calling and would soon be working among his older brother Charon and the young Olympian Hermes helping souls to their final resting home.

Speaking of, Lord Hades was working on attempting to gain communication with the god of messengers.

An orange orb appeared in the air, as a quick voice emerged, echoing around the house.

“Hey there, boss, you called?”

Lord Hades’ voice bellowed, trying to be heard over the distant plucking of a lyre. “Have you yet found out who exactly has infiltrated my realm?”

“About that, you see, that’s gonna be Orpheus, son of a Muse, you know those.”

“Why is he here? How did he get so far? I can hear that obnoxious lyre from my desk.”

Hermes tsked. “Well, that’s not a question for me, boss. That’s a question for your security system.”

“My security system is in ORDER! I would have heard if he had killed even one of my wretches.”

“Guess he’s not killing them then, huh? Anyway, good luck, keep me updated, gotta dash.”

The orange orb zapped out and the presence of Olympus left the chamber.

“Agh!” Hades pressed his fingers on his forehead. In a low voice, he called for Nyx.

Mother Nyx carted a hand through Thanatos’s hair to calm him before she rose to speak to Lord Hades.

Thanatos stood up and began walking towards the garden. Hypnos was standing at the doorway of the garden, peering out.

“What are you doing?” Thanatos asked.

“You know, just waiting for the Muse’s kid to get here.”

“He cannot. No one alive can enter the underworld, much less the House. The wretches will stop him.”

Hypnos grinned. “He’s gotten through both Elysium and Asphodel. Tartarus is probably a cakewalk, who knows when’s the last time those shades have heard music?”

“You think he is getting through just with his singing?” Thanatos looked through the doorway. Queen Persephone was no longer tending her garden. Instead, she was simply standing and looking, waiting.

“I can tell that some of the shades out there--they’re sleeping.” Hypnos wrapped himself in his blanket. He said it nonchalantly, as if sleeping shades was a common incident when, on the contrary, it should have been impossible.

Thanatos hovered closer to his twin, whispering harshly: “Don’t you think you should do something about that? Can’t you wake them up or something?”

Hypnos yawned. “I’m Sleep Incarnate, brother. ‘Waking up’ isn’t really my domain.”

Even if it had been, it would have been for naught. A melody erupted from the garden and the twins barely moved out of the way as all the shades in the House burst out the door in a green river of souls. The eruption, followed by a shout of anger from Lord Hades himself, was matched with the appearance of a young man, surrounded adoringly by shades, walking into the garden.

In his short trips to and from the surface, he had heard music but nothing quite like this. This was a melody that seemed to be aimed directly to his heart, his heart, as if it was sung just for him. Hypnos beside him seemed as close to wide awake as he’d ever been, as the two godlings peered out to the garden.

The musician, Orpheus, continued his descent through the garden. Queen Persephone held a dark purple plant to her chest and stepped aside, allowing him entry. She stood still for a moment, and then threw down her flower and ran ahead of Orpheus, past the twins, and to the desk of Lord Hades.

As Orpheus and his parade of shades entered the House, Thanatos watched Queen Persephone take Lord Hades’ hands in hers and whisper a plea.

The professional plucking of the lyre echoed and bounced around the chambers, drawing out shades. The House had never felt like this before, everyone kept to themselves and milled in silence. Even the announcement of the pregnancy of the Queen hadn’t held such a communicable celebration. The arrival of Orpheus drew in everyone. Thanatos could see even Sir Achilles swaying on his feet, debating to leave his post to get closer to the music.

Mother Nyx appeared behind her sons, resting a hand on each of their heads.

“Mother, what will happen to him?” Thanatos asked.

“I believe the Queen is attempting to sway Lord Hades’ anger of the musician’s trespassing, my son.”

“But he must be punished,” Thanatos said, finding sorrow in his tone.

“Yes, my child. But we do not yet know the extent of his crime. The Queen wishes for him to, at the least, be heard.”

Thanatos believed Orpheus was already, clearly, being heard. Mother Nyx remained with the twins as the scene unfolded before them.

As bold as his actions had been and as long as his journey, Orpheus seemed nervous. He arrived before Lord Hades’ desk. The God of the Dead was standing tall, one hand curled in a large fist, slammed down on a pile of parchment-work. The other was gentle, as Queen Persephone was clutching it.

Instead of immediately striking down, sending the man’s soul flailing hopelessly towards Tartarus, Lord Hades said: “Do tell, what has prompted you to defy my power and waltz into my home?”

Orpheus’s song stopped and Thanatos could have wept due to the sudden silence (some shades did). His hands shook as he held his lyre close. “My lord, I-I did not mean disrespect to you and your House, or-or, to the Queen. Quite simply, my muse, my love, my Eurydice, had fallen to unkindly fate which led her here. And, well, I do intend to be taking her home with me.”

Lord Hades laughed starkly at that. “Ah, I see. Not only do you break into my home but you expect to leave with another soul? A soul that rightfully belongs here? Have you any idea who you speak to?”

“Uh, I believe you are Lord Hades?”

“That--why you--”

Lord Hades paused and leaned down to the Queen Persephone, who spoke quickly and quietly. A hand rested on her stomach and the god’s expression softened.

A heavy sigh blew around the chamber. Lord Hades sat down in his chair. The Queen found a seat as well. He said, “Well then. Go on.”

“I’m sorry, my lord?” Orpheus, as well as Thanatos, seemed surprised.

“If your intentions are of that--of love--well, I will need you to convince me. How do I know this is not a ploy? How do I know you did not come here in malice against me and my family?”

Orpheus brought a smile to his face. “I-I see, my lord. I have a song, if you’d be willing, that will assure you my true intentions.”

Lord Hades nodded. Queen Persephone smiled and leaned forward, as if she was preparing to soak in the moment, savoring every note of the lyre and utterance of the man.

Orpheus began to sing a love song. It began light and happy and adoring. Thanatos did not need to process the words for the feeling of it was enough to be understood. Mother Nyx gently pushed on his back and allowed them to move forward.

Thanatos and Hypnos didn’t need more encouragement. Without much thought, the twins broke their endless hover and walked, feet on cold tile, to sit at Orpheus’s feet and listen. Amongst them were all of the shades, gathered around, emerging out of the lounge and administration chamber. Cerberus rested all three heads on the ground, puppy eyes pondering Orpheus. Achilles did not give breaking his post a second thought, and walked over to be closer, leaning with his head against the wall, closing his eyes tightly, as if trying to imagine himself somewhere different.

The end of the song came too quickly and too sorrowfully. Contrary to the beginning, the ending was of grief and mourning, of loss and the extent one will go to lay eyes on their lover again.

At the last note, it seemed like a spell had been broken, releasing the House from the song. Thanatos did not realize how much time had passed, but felt in renewed spirits. He wished to thank Orpheus, but instead rose again, grabbing the hand of his twin, who had curled in his quilt, yawning.

Thanatos returned to Mother Nyx who was watching Lord Hades at his desk, wiping his eyes and furrowing his brow. Thinking of what would come next.

But they all remembered how it went.

Time later, the Queen left and returned, both times due to her son, Zagreus. Orpheus was back and singing once again. Zagreus found Thanatos peering over the River Styx.

“Hey, Than!” Zagreus had just returned from another run, ransacking the underworld. Of course, Thanatos had lent a hand, but that wasn’t something that needed to be announced. It had taken Thanatos time to justify his actions. Especially before it was Zagreus’s duty to do so, back when Thanatos thought that everytime he helped, he was only assisting in Zagreus leaving him.

“Hello, Zagreus.”

“Did you hear? I was able to lift Orpheus’s punishment, he can visit Asophel to see his muse whenever he’d like.”

“That’s great, Zag. I’m sure he appreciated that very much.”

“I sure hope so, it cost me a couple diamonds. I suppose I’ll just get more from Lernie. Actually, I came to ask, weren’t you there? When Orpheus first came through?”

“Yes, I was,” the song Orpheus had sang was a low hum in the back of his mind ever since, “but I was quite young.”

“I see. I can’t stop thinking about it, you know? Everyday or night, I nearly die trying to get out of here, and that’s with help from a lot of gods. And he just walked through. I doubt he fought.”

“No, he did not. He just sang.”

“I’ll have to give it to him. He made it look easy--the getting in part, at least,” Zagreus smiled. The song, that damn song, seemed to play louder Thanatos’s head. What were the words of it? Did it matter? Why was it louder now, but less clear?

Zagreus was talking, asking him a question: “So, do you think you would?”

“What?”

“Look back. If you had been Orpheus, would you have looked back?”

“Oh, well. I don’t know.”

“Me neither. Seems like a pretty simple task with a high reward, don’t you think?”

Thanatos nodded. Seemed so. Then again, sometimes things that seem so simple prove to be the most difficult.

“Alright, I need to trade in some fish, thanks for the help back there?”

“Of course,” Thanatos said as he watched Zagreus trot off, waving to Achilles on the way.

He, he thinks, understands. He knows, actually. If it was Zagreus behind him, he would have to turn back.

He would have to know. Could he be faulted for that?

#thanzag #fic #orpheus #eurydice #thanatos #zagreus #hades game #hades #hades supergiant #nyx #mother nyx #hypnos hades #achilles #im sorry if there are typos grammar issues #i wrote this quickly #fanfiction

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katsuflossy · 4 years

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Can I request headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Deku where they like someone who can be very honest and blunt so sometimes their comments might come off as an accidental roast or maybe they didn't read the room and didn't sugarcoat something they said? It was never out of malice, but they don't have a filter if you know what I mean?

Their Blunt S/o

Pairings: Bakugo x reader, Izuku x reader, Shinso x reader

Warnings: a lil’ obscenities, one la ganja joke.

A/n: Sorry for the long wait. I myself is quite blunt but I didn’t want the reader to be completely mean 😭 I hope you like it!!

Taglist: @goatsenpaiultimate @sunset-novice-writer

💥 Really loves how you smoke everyone with your blunt ass (huehuehue marijuana joke)

💥 He’s usually on the same wavelength as you; you two are both crude, poison-laced tongue individuals.

💥 But you don’t mean any harm at times while Katsuki does.

💥 The first time you guys met was when he was talking about how he’ll destroy Midoriya during the first quirk test of the class.

💥 The scene was taking up all the time in the day and you were hungry. So you intervened. “Just get on with it. You’re wasting everyone’s time here Atomic Blonde.”

💥 I made that joke already just leave me alone

💥 He turned around, ready to light your ass on fire however Aizawa wrapped him up like a mummy before he could reach you.

💥 Really despised you for a while. Mans is upset because you don’t care about what comes out your mouth and you’re always pointing out some flaws in his technique or personality.

💥 But the miracle happens that he saw how your comments actually pushed him to perform better in both school work and training.

💥 Thus you are integrated in the Bakusquad! 🥳

💥 He loves your presence, eyeing you while you both help the rest in the frequent study sessions, Laughing when you comment on Denki’s lame pick up lines and Kirishima’s clumsy ass.

💥 When it’s his turn, he goes all dramatic with it to keep your attention on him. Once your eyes land on him, he intends to keep them there by any means necessary. The usual strategy is to tease and start a roast session that becomes a staple in your everyday lives.

💥 He really appreciates how you treat him differently than everyone else.

💥 So when everyone was pitying him after his kidnap and the battle of All Might vs AFO. He was so frustrated.

💥 The day he arrived to school, everyone was willing to do everything for him: hold his bag, get him lunch and other offers that made him seem helpless.

💥 So the day when everyone was in the lounge room and Kirishima offered to take his suitcase upstairs, you decided to say a few words.

💥 “Why are you doing that? He’s not a fucking baby. Stop treating him like a limping wolf.” You then turned to Bakugo. “And you, we get it. Your backbone is strong and you hate being helpless but sometimes you need fucking help both physically and mentally so be an actual man and actually fucking talk instead of blabbering all this unphased bullshit.”

💥 Dead silence dissipated all the nonsensical talk in the room before Bakugo stormed off, a shadow casted over his brow as his fingers creaked under its own force to remain fisted.

💥 As soon as he left, Tsuyu turned to you criticising your approach even though it was true. But the truth hurts and you believe everyone should deal with the pain 🤷🏽‍♀️ cmon bad bitch

💥 Arrived at your door after the whole brawl with Midoriya, jaw puffed and red coordinating with a nasty gash on his arm. You dragged him in, berating his choices on releasing his emotions like a neanderthal. Among the constant scolds, he silenced you with a simple sentence.

💥 “I’m sorry. You were right and I need to talk to someone.”

💥 The night consisted of him talking about his life, insecurities and fears while attempting to compose his emotions. With a little push, all the feelings he kept where released to the wild, for the better.

💥 Now he has a whole new meaning for liking you.

🥦 Little baby boy can hardly withstand your bluntness

🥦 Attempts to be your translator if someone takes your words wrong.

🥦 Your critiques aren’t the nicest so Midoriya fills that gap in.

🥦 He’s always as flabbergasted as the receiver of your comments. His verdant eyes widened grandly and as he inhales a sharp gasp. After the shock he turns to the person with apprehension, letting your intentions be known in a softer version than it was given.

🥦 “Tenya, don’t ever try to make breakfast again. The eggs were shit like how did you even burn the water?” Midoriya quickly jumped in, waving his hands erratically to ensure no harm. “S-she meant that your eggs were—ehm— had a little saltiness to them and also to try keep the fire to—uh m-medium?”

🥦 Scared that someone will beat your ass over something you said but that isn’t no problem because that mouth comes with a good pair of hands.

🥦 But he really admires your sharp tongue and frank mind. Unlike hisself, you plough through all nervous talks and thoughts, making your thoughts as clear as day.

🥦 But he’s not excluded from any harsh comments.

🥦 After figuring out why he almost missed the talent show, you laid it on thick.

🥦”Are you completely nuts? Couldn’t you wait on Rappa or I don’t know call someone from up here to get security? You really just love to throw yourself in trouble, don’t you?”

🥦 Ngl, it did sting a little but whatever Izuku believed he did right, he will forever be proud of it. Aside from that, he is hurt that you thought his actions were irrational.

🥦 Noticing his frown and glossy eyes, you quickly apologised, not intending to ridicule his actions.

🥦 “Izuku, I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I was just really worried and I care for you a lot.”

🥦 If he was close to crying from before he’s in tears now. His blush ignited his face as his mind mulled over your confession.

🥦 He accepted your apology and as his heart couldn’t take anymore blatant affection from a girl, you hugged him, hugged him.

🥦 And that’s how Midoriya fell even more hopelessly in love with you.

🎆 The tired baby boy

🎆 He is also blessed with the ability to be brash, although it is underhanded.

🎆 but he definitely noticed how brash you were when he confronted Class 1A before the sports festival.

🎆 The tension between Bakugo and the students outside palpable, the mixture of agitation and unease stifled the air everyone breathed until you trod to the door.

🎆 “Are you boys done with your little intimidation battle? Because I have an anime to binge watch and I’d rather not have it wait any longer.” You then turned to Shinso.

🎆 “By the way your hair is really cute.”

🎆 You left everyone gobsmacked as you passed through the crowd without fail, as if you didn’t even interrupt a brewing clash a second ago. But no one was as gobsmacked as Shinso who was blushing from the compliment.

🎆 Ever since, your bluntness has not wavered even after becoming friends with him through Kaminari and Sero.

🎆 You obviously showed you liked him. Your frank attitude included being downright honest in your attraction to him and others.

🎆 Exhaustion clouded his eyes heavily as he walked past your lunch table filled with Class 1A’s girls talking about their fears for the future. Mina’s almost drawn to tears about the upcoming math test as Uraraka consoled her worries.

🎆 Everyone was nervous, anxiety wore on their face and through the sounds of nail biting from Hagakure.

🎆 As soon as the mind control quirk wielder caught your eye, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking.

🎆 “Shinsou is so handsome. And he’s getting quite buff judging by how his shirt was constricting from before. Don’t you guys think?”

🎆 Your comment was loud enough to reach the by-passer, who blushed at the sudden compliment. His hand naturally travelled to the nape of his neck, soothing his own embarrassment as the table’s eyes, in particular yours, laid on him, waiting on his response.

🎆 “Why t-thank you, (Y/n)” He nodded in acknowledgment of your compliment and then walked briskly off to his own table.

🎆 Mina turned towards you as he was out of ear range. “Have you no shame?! I was crying about my grades before you suddenly wanted to say Shinso was hot.”

🎆 Everybody started saying how random and sudden you were before you shrugged your shoulders.

🎆 “A girl knows what she likes.”

🎆 Shinso eventually warms up to your sudden compliments and impartial bluntness

🎆 The two of you were eventually called a“pair of blunt knives” by Kaminari.

🎆 Doesn’t matter, it’s a cute couple name ☺️.

#bnha bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou hitoshi headcanons #izuku midoryia headcanons #bakugou katsuki headcanons

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pumpkinpatchkid · 4 years

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Got Your Back - 002

Pairing: Atsushi x F!Reader soulmate au

Rating: 18+

Warnings: toxic thoughts, parental abuse, self-doubt/confidence issues

And that’s how you found yourself sat in an unfamiliar office, your clothing half burnt off and wrapped in Dazai’s large, beige overcoat. You watched the older gentleman sat across from you at his desk, with the blonde and Dazai accompanying him. The blonde man was watching you, stoic faced, his only movements since you entered the office was to either push up his glasses or check his watch. Dazai on the other hand, kept peering over the notes on the desk, and grinning to himself. Occasionally though, he’d hum a tune to himself that you’d never heard before.

“So,” the man sat in-front of you started after clearing his throat. “I’ll start with introductions. This here, is Kunikida,” he motioned to the blonde.

“I’m aware you’ve already met Dazai,” he continued, gesturing to the eccentric brunette you’d only met an hour ago. “And my name is Fukuzawa. I’m in charge of this group of misfits.” He said, offering you a warm smile. You nodded, subconsciously pulling Dazai’s coat tighter around you.

“Y/N L/N.” You spoke quietly to fill the silence. Fukuzawa nodded and wrote something down on the notes in front of him.

“And how old are you, L/N?” He asked, not looking up from the papers.

What month are we in? August? Yeah, that’s about right, hard to keep track when you can’t afford a calendar, or keep your phone charged for half a day.

“I’m uh… I’m eighteen… Next month, the 20th…” You replied and looked down. Surely your age would rouse suspicion within the group. Surely enough, Kunikida looked at you as he cocked his eyebrow, but said nothing. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks under his stern gaze. Fukuzawa hummed and wrote down the new information.

“And Dazai told me you were searching for a job?” He asked, finally looking back up at you. You simply nodded, unsure of what to tell him. He nodded in return before straightening up in his chair.

“I’m correct in assuming you have a gift, L/N? A supernatural ability?” Fukuzawa asked with caution in his voice. Your eyes widened. Nobody had ever spoken so openly about your… nature before. Not like this. Not without poison, or malice. Not just out of curiosity.

“That’s not exactly how my parents described it, but sure… I have a…. gift,” you muttered sheepishly, tugging at the singed fabric of your ruined favourite jeans. Fukuzawa hummed in approval, almost as if he understood your predicament without having to ask.

“Well that’s what we call them here. Our organisation is the Armed Detective Agency. We’re run to help the police and government protect Yokohama from people out of their range of capability.” He explained, gauging your reaction.

You sat there in utter disbelief. You had been told you were a monster by everyone surrounding you in your old life. You were nothing but a freak, a monstrosity to them. But here you could not only be useful, but a good person? You head spun.

This has to be a fever dream or something surely.

With your silence, Fukuzawa sighed softly. He opened his mouth to say something and stopped when you shifted in your seat.

“I’m sorry, Fukuzawa, sir, but I really don’t understand what any of this has to do with me?” You said, or more asked. You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, afraid you’d spoken out of line, only to be answered by Dazai giggling. Both Fukuzawa and Kunikida shot him a stern look, and he simmered down fairly quickly, the odd snicker still falling from his lips. The silver haired man then turned his attention fully back to you.

“We usually conduct an entry exam. This is an intense and stressful situation, although harmless, to bring out the best in people. It’s designed to show us who would be capable of giving their life for others if the situation arises. However, due to the circumstances that brought you here today, I believe you would have passed our exam. Dazai also believes so, as he was the one to inform me of your actions.” Fukuzawa flashed you another half-smile. You could only sit there in shock.

This is NOT happening right now.

“I-“ you started.

“We’d like to take you in, Y/N! We want you as part of the Agency! Come on, what do ya say?” Dazai sang, moving from behind Fukuzawa to wrap his arm over your shoulders, shaking you slightly.

You were about to gladly accept, until the memories came back to haunt you. The worst timing.

‘You’re nothing but a monster!’ Smack. Your father had screamed and hit you again. ‘You’re disgusting! You should die in a hole!’ Smash. Your mother had thrown her favourite vase at you, missing your face by inches. ‘Nobody will want you! You’ll end up in jail for being a disgrace to this earth!’ ‘We’d all be better off without you alive!’ They had both hurled insults, beatings and objects at you until the sun had risen.

You snapped out of your memories with a harsh flinch and glanced up at Dazai.

“I-I’m not sure… I just… Is it really true?... Can I be a good person, even as a monster?” You trailed off into a whisper, tears welling in your eyes as you looked at your lap.

A soft hand with slender fingers cupped your chin, and through blurry eyes, you could only just make out Dazai, who was now crouched in front of you.

“Hey, I get it… I promise I do. But even monsters have a chance to be good people. You do too, and I can also promise it’ll make your life a little more beautiful.” He spoke softly, wiping away a few stray tears that trailed down your face. You were in awe – the man who was an eccentric, loud and slightly strange character when you first met him only hours ago, was now giving you some of the most motivational words you’d ever heard.

You sucked in a large breath and steadied your whirring mind. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your thoughts dissipate before looking at Fukuzawa.

“Okay. I’d like to accept your offer, Sir.” You said with a half smile. While Dazai returned to his odd self, whooping and dancing around the room, and Kunikida checked his watch again for what seemed like the hundredth time, Fukuzawa nodded, scribbling some more. Dazai threw an arm around you and pulled you into his side, a large smile plastered on his face.

“Welcome to the Agency, Y/N!” He sang, twirling with you. You felt your cheeks heat up immediately, and you couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips.

“You’re so obnoxious, Dazai.” A deep voice piped up. You looked up to see that it was Kunikida who had spoken for the first time since you met him. His face was stern as he stared at the brunette prancing around you, but you noticed the look of fondness in his eyes. Fukuzawa stood from his position, and you looked up at him as he approached you.

Are they all this tall?... You wondered. With a slight bow, he handed you a small piece of paper – a cheque with a sum that made your eyes bulge from your head a little. You’d never been allowed to get a job due to your parents’ fears of your ability being found out – and they had only given you small amounts to keep you alive.

“I-I uh… Thank you so much…” You stuttered, still processing the amount in your shaking hand.

I’m certainly not going to worry about money now… A smile crept up onto your face.

“Consider it your first pay-check. Since my schedule isn’t fully booked today, I’ll be the one introducing you to the rest of our members.” Fukuzawa nodded and led you to the door of his office, where you could now here muffled voices and rustling behind it.

I suppose they must have just arrived at work.

A bubble of anxiety brewed in your stomach when a large hand patted at your shoulder. You looked up at Fukuzawa once more.

“They may look like a strange bunch, but they’ll become your family sooner than you think.” He finished with opening the door to the main part of the office.

Kunikida immediately returned to what was presumably his desk, muttering something about having to get back on schedule, pushing his glasses up and huffing.

Fukuzawa cleared his throat, and everyone, except Kunikida turned their attention to him, and you, the new girl.

“Everybody, this is Y/N, our new recruit. She’ll be working close with you all, do please take care of her.” Fukuzawa asked – or more instructed politely. At that moment, Fukuzawa’s phone started ringing. He sent a silent apology in your general direction and gestured for Dazai to take over, and with that he was by your side again.

“That’s Yosano,” Dazai pointed to a young woman with a short black hair style, legs crossed over one another, as she read today’s paper. She looked up and smiled, before returning to her paper.

“Kenji.” He pointed to a shorter blond boy in dungarees with a smile as bright as the sun. He waved to you with the hand that wasn’t occupied by a watering can, before turning to tend to the plants on the windowsill once more.

“We have Kyoka” A short, teenage girl with long dark hair and big eyes pulled her attention away from assisting Kenji and have a short wave before going back to her duties.

“We have the siblings, Naomi and Junichiro Tanizaki.” He pointed to an older teenage girl sitting at a computer, maybe high school age, sitting next to a sweet looking ginger male, who’s sweater sleeves covered his hands. They both offered quick ‘hellos’ and smiles before working once again.

“And the young lady with the pretty face and brown hair that you saw at the entrance of the building was Haruno. She’s our secretary.

And that’s everyon- wait. Where are Atsushi and Rampo?!” Dazai cried dramatically.

“Rampo wanted snacks and dragged Atsushi with him for help. You know how Rampo is getting about.” Yosano spoke without looking up from the paper as she turned the page. Dazai flopped against your shoulder, sighing into the crook of your neck. You patted his head awkwardly, sure that you’d have to get used to his affection quickly otherwise things could get uncomfortable.

“I suppose you’ll have to meet Rampo and Atsushi some other time. Give me your number and I’ll walk with you tomorrow.” He sprung up again. You chuckled softly at his antics and added your number to Dazai’s phone. As he led you to the door, Dazai flashed you the charming smile he introduced himself with.

“Can you find your way home from here?” Dazai asked, leaning against the door frame.

“I can, thank you. Would you uh… Like this back?” You gestured to Dazai’s over coat still draped around your shoulders. He grinned.

“Keep it until you get yourself some new clothes. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He blew you a kiss as you entered the hallway and you laughed, calling your goodbyes to the rest of the team, waving to Dazai as you walked off. As you got to the main entrance of the building, a young man, dressed in brown, a paper boy hat and glasses bumped into you. He looked lost.

“My apologies, are you alright?” You bowed slightly. He looked up at the building, then at you and cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m fine, thank you, Miss. I’m just waiting for a friend.” He dismissed you with the wave of a hand. You smiled and nodded before making your way through the streets to return to your shack – which seemed warmer and more welcoming than when you’d left it this morning.

Rampo and Atsushi. I wonder what they’re like. You hummed to yourself as the names of the two missing members settled in your mind, smiling to yourself. You shrugged off Dazai’s coat and laid it over the arm of your small sofa, and traced your fingers over it lightly, his words coming to the forefront of your memories, making your heart swell with hope.

It’ll make your life a little more beautiful…

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The Day He Left (Part Three)- General Hux x F!Reader

part one part two part three

a/n: i just tagged anyone who asked about part three! this is the last part btw. it’s been a journey of almost a year but it’s finally over. hope you enjoyed! xx

The day he left, Y/N lost what she thought was the best part of herself. She lost her other half. She lost herself.

The day she realized he had never truly been hers, she found herself again.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Poe drawled as Y/N turned on the lights.

“Better late than never,” she joked dryly.

Y/N set to work on undoing the clasps holding his arms down. Once his wrists were free, he rubbed them, letting out a soft ‘ow,’ just to be dramatic.

“Hey, you good, Y/L/N?” Poe sat up, noticing how she avoided his gaze as she undid the bonds on his ankles. “Y/N?”

“Fine, thanks.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I should be asking you that.”

Poe chuckled. “Yeah, but I’m fine. You’re the one who looks like you saw a ghost.”

“I’m the one who just saw their ex-boyfriend and was uncomfortably close to him for a prolonged period of time as he saved their life.” Y/N finished the bonds and helped him to his feet.

Poe nodded appreciatively, then did a double-take. “Wait, what? You saw- you saw him?” when she looked at her feet, Poe pulled her into his arms, almost falling at the sudden weight on his shaky legs. “Sorry for being a dick, then.”

Y/N laughed bitterly. “It’s fine, Poe. You’re always a dick.”

“Yeah, but I try not to be when you’re upset.” Poe rubbed her back awkwardly, then ruffled her hair. “Kriff. Okay- so, what’s the plan?” she faltered. “You have a plan right?”

Y/N hesitated again, biting her lip as they separated. “I did. But, uh- there might have been a change of plans. ‘Cause, uh- I maybe- Poe?”

“Y/L/N.”

“What would you say if I said I’m still desperately in love with Armitage and I’m planning to go and try to convince him to come with us, risking our entire mission and our lives?”

Poe took a long, deep breath. “I’d say, uh, please don’t?”

There was a beat of silence, then Y/N shrugged.

“Good thing I didn’t say that, then.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, pulling him towards the door. Poe reluctantly followed, having little to no idea of what was about to take place, but willing to follow his best friend to the ends of the Earth.

The two slipped out and closed the door carefully, then hid in the shadows of a dark hallway as the methodic stomping of Stormtroopers marching passed them.

“You’re going to get us killed, Y/L/N,” Poe whispered, running his free hand through his curls.

“You’re free to go.” Y/N’s voice was hushed as she surveyed for Stormtroopers, then led them to another shadowy spot a few yards off. “You can escape right now and leave me here to try and get Armitage.”

Poe tilted his head. “Yeah. I could. That’s a good plan, actually.”

Y/N smiled slightly. “But you aren’t gonna do that, are you?”

“Of course not.” Poe ruffled her hair once more, making her smack his hand away. “I’m with you ‘till the end of the line, baby.”

Y/N pulled him across the hallways and into a side corridor.

“Where the hell are you going?” he murmured in her ear once another group of troopers had passed.

She shrugged. “Absolutely no idea. The right way, I hope.”

“Kriff,” he repeated. “I swear, Y/L/N, I am so demoting you when we get home-”

Y/N laughed softly. “No, you aren‘t.”

He paused. “Damn you, Y/L/N.”

He glanced over when he didn’t hear a witty reply or at least a chuckle, but quickly realized why. All color drained out of his face when he saw Hux standing right in front of them, eerily stiff and calm, yet eyes flaring with passion and anxiety.

“You are going the wrong way.” Hux studied Y/N, then glanced at Poe, and then looked at Y/N once more, up and down, like he was mapping out her features, taking a mental picture to remember her by when she left.

“I just found you, Army,” Y/N said quietly yet sweetly, giving him a tiny smile. Poe noticed that she dropped Poe’s hand quickly, the action not unnoticed by the general. “I think I’ve been going the right way this whole time.”

Hux paused. “I’m afraid I can’t help you any longer. I’ve already jeopardized my job too many times in one day.”

“And I’m afraid I’m asking you to do it one more time.” Y/N stepped forward and he backed away, putting up his hands in a warning sign. “Come with me, Army.”

Hux shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you. Either of you.”

Y/N took another step forward. “You can’t hurt me. I understand your pain, but-”

“No, no, you don’t understand-” Hux’s hands began to wander down towards his belt, fingering something through his uniform. “I don’t want to hurt you. But I will.”

Poe put a hand on her shoulder carefully that she quickly shrugged off. “Y/N, I think-”

“Hux, I know you.” she gave him a hopeful smile. “I know you won’t hurt me. I know you’re not one of them.”

“Y/N, stop,” Hux said quickly. “I won’t ask you again. Step back before I’m forced to take action.”

Y/N took another step forward, then another, and continued until she was inches from Hux. Hux reached for whatever it was that was clipped onto his belt and Poe was entirely ready to jump in front of her, to take the bullet.

Hux pulled out a blaster, but it didn’t register with Y/N. She stepped forward once more, reaching for him.

Hux’s finger found the trigger, and he began to press down.

Y/N was only an inch away.

And he dropped the blaster.

“You’re a fool.” Hux was stuttering slightly, eyes drawn to the blaster he’d dropped.

Y/N shook her head and put a shaky hand on his shoulder, making him start. “I’m a fool for loving you, but not for saving you. Come with us.”

Hux paused, hesitation and apprehension clear on his features. “Y/N-”

“Armitage.” she stared into his eyes for just a moment as he looked up to her and the rest of the world melted away.

Hux lost all control as he stepped forward, pulled her by the waist into his arms, and kissed her.

The moment they parted, a loving yet apologetic look had made its way into his eyes, icy exterior melted away. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Don’t expect me to forgive you.” Y/N looked at him for a long moment, cupping his cheek gently. “But know that I love you. We’ll get through this. Together.”

Hux smiled at her without a trace of scorn or malice. “I cannot drag you down with me. This is my mistake, and mine alone.”

“I won’t take the blame.”

“You better not.”

Poe spoke up after a long moment of eye contact, filled with tension, joy, and love. “We should move out. Are you coming or not?”

Hux, for the first time, shifted his gaze to Poe and tilted his head to the side. “I’m sorry. To you, too, Dameron.”

“No apologies necessary,” Poe replied tersely. “I only have room for 2, so someone’s gonna have to sit in someone’s lap.”

Hux raised an eyebrow. “Crude.”

Y/N put a hand on his arm and smiled. “That means you’re coming with us?”

Hux paused for another long moment, but the decision was easy and the answer was clear in his eyes before he spoke. “Of course.”

“Then let’s go.” Poe turned and ran for the nearest cover, Hux and Y/N following quickly.

“Are you sure you want me with you?” Hux whispered to Y/N as they ran. “I’ll only drag you down.”

Y/N squeezed his hand and shot him a reassuring smile. “Of course. You left me once, dick, you’re never doing it again.”

“I promise.” Hux rolled his eyes and squeezed her hand back. “I’d be an idiot to leave you.”

…

“This is- weird.”

Y/N looked up from her broken comm she was struggling to fix and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s weird?”

“This.” Armitage gestured to the room.

“My bedroom is weird?” Y/N looked around with a hand on her heart in faux-offense, though the quirk of her mouth showed she was joking. “I know the decor’s not what you’re used to, but-”

Armitage shook his head, cutting her off. “No, all of this. Being back. It’s so- familiar. But so much has changed.”

“That’s the way it goes, Army.” she shot him a smile. “You’re doing great.”

“Nothing I’ve ever done has been great.” Armitage looked to the side. “I’ve only ever been a First Order puppet. A spy, then a lifeless doll for Snoke to use. I fear that I’ll never figure out my true personality.”

Y/N hesitated, then gingerly reached out and brushed his hair back. It had grown out since his return to the Resistance and become shaggy without the constant gel. It looked good, better. It gave him life, Y/N would say, but Armitage loathed the way it fluffed up. Before she could try and comfort him, he was speaking again.

“The first moment I left you, I realized you were my everything. That I’d taken you for granted.” Armitage took the hand on his hair and brought it to his lips gently, kissing the knuckles. “I realized that without you, I was cold and miserable and I wallowed in my old sadness, taking out my faults on others.”

Y/N squeezed his hand. “Army.”

“The day I left, I forgot who I was.” Armitage studied her, eyes slightly squinted in confusion. “But now, I think I remember.”

“I felt the same.” Y/N was deep in thought, chewing the inside of her cheek. “But Poe got me through it. I assume there wasn’t anyone like him in the First Order.”

Armitage huffed out a laugh. “I think not. If you were willing to disobey orders and go on a dangerous solo mission just to rescue him, then I’m sure he must be quite the guy.”

Y/N smiled and kissed his cheek, shifting closer to him and snuggling into his side. “He is. But you’re quite the guy, too.”

“I’m trying.” Armitage smiled down and her and leaned forward, kissing her forehead, still too nervous to initiate anything more most of the time. “For you.”

“We’ll figure it out, Army.” Y/N looked around her room. “All of it. Together.”

Armitage inhaled, thinking of the way Snoke had used his weaknesses against him, how Snoke and Ren had both contantly hurt him, lashing out in anger, and exhaled, letting it go. He was desperate to forget.

Next he considered the gentle way Y/N touched him, careful to never startle or hurt him, the patient way she talked to him. Armitage thought about how soft he had always gone around her, the way he would put everything aside to make her happy.

Armitage knew his life wasn’t perfect, and that he was the farthest thing from perfect there was, but Y/N was a slice of perfection, and he would never leave her again.

The day he left, they both fell apart. The day she came for him, they were both whole again.

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