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Hii☺️So, we have RFA+Minor trio being single fathers after Mc's death, what about reversing it?So that Mc is a single mother after they died(

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Mc being a single mom after the RFA + Minor Trio died ( Trigger Warnings! )

Trigger Warnings, mention of death, parental death

RFA + Minor Trio as single fathers after Mc’s death (Parental death/ Trigger Warnings)

Did I mention that I like drama? Enjoy!

Jumin

You pressed your lips together as tears went down your cheek. The baby you just gave birth to was sleeping in Jaehee‘s arms as you sobbed into Zen‘s embrace.

,,It‘s as if he planned everything,“ you sobbed, making your red haired friend shake with his head.

,,When he found out you were pregnant, he made me do all this. He didn’t plan to die a month after the birth of your baby, really, he just feared that if something happened to him, his father would have acted the way he did,“ Seven explained.

The reason why you were currently staying over at Jaehee‘s place was that Jumin died a week ago. One day you let him go out of the front door, still smiling as he kissed your newborn, and not even half an hour later, you found yourself in the hospital.

Someone shot him.

And as if it wasn’t enough, your father in law tried to take away your baby, saying that he had to give his grandchild a better life.

But Jumin, even in heaven, saved you once again, saving a lot of money and having an external saving method thanks to Seven.

He even left behind a letter to his father filled with lies, explaining that the baby wasn’t his child.

Of course everything was a lie, but this lie made it possible for you to see your baby grow up.

,,I can’t even go to my husband’s-” your words died in tears.

,,He will always look over you, Mc, and we’ll help you. It will all be better soon…“ Zen patted your back. He too was mourning for his friend.

Zen

,,Mommy, do I really look like daddy?“ your youngest girl asked you as she brushed her long white hair.

You gulped as you looked over to your oldest daughter.

Her eyes were again filled with tears.

Zen died two years ago, leaving you behind with three wonderful children.

You had to give up your job as manager and instead began to work part time in a restaurant at night and other little jobs while the girls were at school.

,,Daddy… I don‘t even remember him,“ your middle child hissed as she entered the room.

,,I don’t even know him, that’s worse!“ your youngest began to sob.

She indeed looked like Zen. He would have been proud to see her beauty.

Well, he was proud of every daughter he had. He loved them with all his heart.

,,Trust me, I would rather not remember him than live with memories,“ your oldest daughter Mina hissed as she put down her lipstick and rushed out.

You sighed as you looked at your little family.

You were all sleeping in one single room. No one had their own space and instead they all argued with each other whenever they had the chance.

,,You’re always so negative, MINA!“ your middle child Hana hissed, followed by the youngest, Sera.

,,I HATE YOU GUYS! HE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!“ she screamed, making your heart stop.

Mina glared at her and fell on her feet as she began to scream a loud, high pitched scream.

,,SERA RYU!“ you screamed.

The house died down as only sniffles were heard.

,,Your father died when the three of you caught a virus. He was trying to go to the shop for some medicine, but that doesn’t mean that one of you is at fault, understand?“ you hissed.

You sat down and began to cry yourself as you called them over into your arms, ready to embrace your crying children.

,,No one is at fault. Please, please don’t fight, girls, your father would be devastated to see that,“ you begged.

,,Sera, you do look like dad,“ Mina sobbed and smiled, making your youngest smile brightly.

Yoosung

Your son finally fell asleep after a long crying session.

Nothing hurt you more than consoling your son who was in deep pain because he got bullied at school for not having a father.

Yoosung died six months ago, making you move into a tinier apartment which led to your son attending another school.

However, you regretted every single decision.

You pulled your phone out as you tried to dry your salty tears.

You entered a new chatroom as you asked for help.

,,What happened? Shall I come over?“ Jumin responded, being the first one online.

,,I can come quicker, I‘m omw,“ Zen shortly afterwards responded.

,,No no, I just…

Can you please bring Jinyoung to school tomorrow? He got bullied… I think if other children see him with you guys, they will respect him more,“ you wrote.

Of course Seven jumped in and wrote six lines about how happy he would be to play ⅓ of a father, making you actually choke on your tears.

,,Thank you,“ you typed and decided to bring your son to bed.

Indeed the three boys kept their promise, making him laugh like never before.

Jaehee

,,And that‘s how we met,“ you laughed as you told your son about the meeting between you and Jaehee.

He nodded as he looked at the picture over the table.

It portrayed you, him, and Jaehee on his first day of school.

Jaehee died a year ago from an illness.

It all went so quickly. One day she got diagnosed and a few months later the two of you prepared the funeral for her.

As if it was yesterday, you remembered picking up your son and driving him to the hospital to give Jaehee the chance to see him one last time.

And indeed, it was their last goodbyes.

Jaehee would never see him finishing school, university, or begin a job, fall in love, or try to cheer him up while being lovesick.

She would never see him get married or have his first child.

It hurt your heart to know that you were the only one left for him.

On the other side, Jaehee was happy that at least he had you. ,,How did your favorite TikTok go?“ she groaned.

,,Take him to the moon for me,“ she whispered.

,,Mom was a strong woman,“ you told your son as a tear left your eye.

,,You too, Mommy, you too.“

Saeyoung

You sighed as you turned off your alarm to get off the bed.

It was still dark outside, but you had to wake up with the last strength you had. You pulled yourself together and walked back to the kitchen where you prepared some breakfast for your child.

Like every morning, reality hit you as you silently sobbed while putting some rice into the bento box.

Your hands trembled as you looked up, just to gasp for air and keep going.

It was hard ever since Saeyoung died. Things weren’t going well for you.

You thanked God daily for the remaining person you had, that you had friends and family who supported you.

But you also begged God to make this bad life end. Even though it was selfish, you just wanted to see your family again.

Even if Jaehee often tried to make you understand how lucky you were, even at the times where Jumin promised to help you with the medical expenses, even at those times when Yoosung came over to cook dinner, and even at those times when Zen promised to go with your and your child to the park, you just wanted this to end.

You inhaled again and dried your tears as you made yourself a cup of coffee.

,,Good morning, baby,’’ you whispered as you turned on the lights of your son’s room.

,,Mo….m,’’ the boy groaned, probably in pain as you helped him get up to sit on his wheelchair.

,,Wet…’’ he gasped as you noticed that he wet his bed again.

,,It’s okay, baby, don’t worry,’’ you smiled, pushing the chair through the door, passing at the picture of Saeyoung, Saeran, and your two perfectly healthy children.

That day, Saeyoung didn’t just die in a car accident from speeding, he also took his brother and one of your children with him, leaving you with your second son disabled by the accident.

,,It’s okay,’’ you whispered.

Saeran

You looked up to the ceiling as you felt a warm, little hand on your chest.

Turning your head, you could see how relaxed the face of your daughter was as she slept safely and soundly, not worrying about anything or anyone.

You smiled as you saw how much she resembled Saeran, her father.

Your hand moved to stroke her head as you remembered the day you told him that you were pregnant, how he cared for you and his daughter in the pregnancy, how hard labor was, and how emotional it was when he once again decided to save his brother after seeing his own daughter.

,,He would be happy to see her,’’ he said after she was newly born and he was finally allowed to hold her in his embrace.

As if it was yesterday, you remembered how he taught her to walk, how he stood behind her while going to the park and how much he loved to feed her.

This all disappeared one day.

In the morning, he told you that he might have found Saeyoung and in the evening he came home, beaten up with a shotgun wound, collapsing in front of your porch.

It was your worst nightmare and you were honestly happy that this all happened at night, knowing that back then, your three year old daughter wouldn’t have seen anything.

Ever since then, life became harder.

You moved, fearing the Prime Minister or the agency Saeyoung was in would track you down and kill your daughter. The RFA kept helping you guys, but questions like, ,,Where is Dada’’ weren’t always easy to respond to.

,,Mommy,’’ she mumbled and opened her eyes, smiling brightly at you and rubbing her eyes to wake up.

,,Mhhh?’’ you asked her.

,,Daddy visited my dreams…’’ she giggled and fell asleep again, making you wander back to old memories too.

Jihyun

,,Mom, I don’t understand my homework,’’ Lucy said, whispering as she entered the room as quietly as possible.

You looked back to her and nodded as you looked back to the little bed your son was in before you walked away, your hand on Lucy’s hair as you smiled at her.

,,What topic?’’ you asked her.

You noticed that she was hesitating so it was probably art since it was related to her father.

,,Art?’’ you asked her to make it easier for her. She had a pretty hard time ever since Jihyun died, well, you too. You all had a pretty hard time.

Jumin wasn’t the same person anymore, or so Jaehee said. Yoosung seemed to regret a few things, and Saeran and Saeyoung were grieving, just like Zen.

Everyone was in pain after the painful death of that one special person.

,,Our teacher told us to draw a painful happy moment but… how am I supposed to make something happy if it’s supposed to be painful?’’ she asked you.

You nodded. ,,Well, describe something painful. What is painful?’’ you asked her.

,,Getting hurt is painful, falling is painful, getting hit is painful…’’

,,How about losing someone?’’ you asked her, making her think about it for a few seconds before she asked you if it wasn’t something sad instead of painful.

You nodded. ,,When I told you that daddy wouldn’t come home anymore back then when you were younger, do you remember how you felt?’’ you asked her.

,,Did your heart hurt? Did you feel scared and suffocated? Wasn’t it painful?’’ you asked her and even though you could see that she was tearing up, you knew that this was something the two of you had to talk about.

Indeed, Lucy closed up about her feelings ever since then, but this was also a good opportunity.

,,Now, think of a happy moment with your father. Isn’t it something painful but a happy moment as well?’’ you asked her and got up, knowing that she knew what to do.

A week later, you were invited to see your daughter receive a prize for the most beautiful portrait of Jihyun as an angel looking down at the world, a painful and happy moment for everyone who knew him.

Vanderwood

,,Mommy,’’ your son asked you, pulling at your shirt as you stood in front of the stove.

,,Mhhh?’’ you asked him without looking as you were cooking.

,,Why did Daddy leave us?’’ he asked you out of the blue, making you stop everything and look at him.

,,The fish is burning,’’ he suddenly said as he saw the flames, making you shriek and quickly take care of everything.

After everything was taken care of, you took him in your arms and showed him a few pictures of his father.

For now, you never showed him his father. You never dared to speak about Vanderwood, fearing that your son wouldn’t understand your words, but by now you learned that he was much stronger than you ever thought.

,,This is your father, Vanderwood. He didn’t leave because he wanted to, he was kind of forced to,’’ you told him, gulping down the bad feeling you had as your heart began to beat quickly.

,,And why is he gone?’’ he asked you, softly touching the picture of a cool looking brown haired man.

This was on the day you two went to eat after you craved a salad and ice cream.

,,He had an important job to do,’’ you explained. Of course you didn’t tell him that the agency tracked him down and killed him brutally while he tried to keep you, his heavily pregnant, hidden.

,,And what is he doing now?’’ he kept asking you as you remembered the day, as if it was yesterday, when he pushed you into the closet, begging you to close your ears and never come out until called you.

However, that call never came. Instead, Saeyoung pulled you out moments later. You didn’t remember how much time passed.

You just knew that he asked you to keep your eyes closed as he led the way out of the room.

,,He is now protecting you, me, uncle Saeyoung, uncle Saeran, uncle Jumin, uncle Zen, uncle Yoosung and aunt Jaehee,’’ you answered with a smile.

How much he would have loved to meet his son, you were sure.

He was your happiness after all, the last memento of Vanderwood.

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heliads · 3 years

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A Glance Across the Street

Based on this request: “a race oneshot where he realized he’s in love with the reader. she’s doing something (singing, playing with kids, whatever) and he’s awestruck and the boys are teasing him after”

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Race is mid-conversation with his friends, mid-way through his bag of papers still left unsold. He should be focusing on talking to Albert and Jojo, and he should definitely be trying to get the last few of his papes sold before the night grows too old and he’s out of customers to swindle. He knows all of this, yet his gaze keeps slipping from his fellow newsies or passing bankers to rest on one girl down the block.

Y/N is selling papes too, her grin contagious as she manages to talk even the most persnickety of passersby into purchasing the daily newspaper. Her newsie cap is slightly askew, and Race’s hand twitches by his side as if he longs to fix it, to look down and see her flash him a grateful smile. Honestly, Race is starting to think that he has a problem when it comes to Y/N L/N.

As it turns out, Race is not the only one to notice this: although he attempts to quickly jerk his attention back to the conversation at hand, Albert and Jojo notice the fact that he isn’t quite responding on time and try to figure out what’s got his focus hooked. Albert follows Race’s line of sight and a vicious grin appears on his face. Race tries to look away hurriedly, pretending he was just following the path of a potential customer, but it’s too late- they’ve both seen.

Jojo loops an arm around Race’s shoulders, clasping the other hand firmly over his heart. “Well, if my eyes don’t deceive me, I think Racer here has a little crush.” Race scoffs, pulling away from the boy. “As if. I’m just trying to sell my last papes.” Albert rolls his eyes. “Is that why you haven’t sold one in half an hour? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’se trying to lose money.”

This is a fierce accusation for a newsboy who prides himself on his ability to make any deal to even the most unlikely of customers, and Albert knows it. So, when Race snatches his cap from his mess of blond curls, ready to swat it most brutally into Albert’s head, the red-haired boy is able to easily dart away in time to avoid the killing blow. Race tries one last time, but his attacks fall short when he hears a voice from behind him.

“What’s going on here? Why are you trying to murder Albert?” Race’s eyes widen in spite of himself, and he straightens up hurriedly, slapping his hat back on his head as if he’d just been stretching. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just having a, uh, friendly conversation.” Albert looks positively gleeful over this, but he doesn’t say a word. Y/N raises her eyebrows. “I don’t know about that. I’d swear there was going to be bloodshed.”

Albert may be willing to save him from the fires this once, but Jojo is not so generous. Instead, he casually leans on Y/N’s shoulder, practically savoring the way Race’s shoulders stiffen. Race does his best to ignore this, forcing a casual smile. “Well, maybe Albert deserved it. You know him.” Y/N tilts her head to the side, considering this. “I do know him. What’s he done now?” Albert and Jojo look between Race and Y/N like they’re watching a sports match, curious as to what explanation Race can manage without telling her the true reason for the near beatdown.

Race mentally stumbles for a moment, then comes up with a scrap of something. “He insulted my brand of cigars. I couldn’t have that, could I?” Y/N’s eyes glint with barely contained amusement, and Race thanks everything holy that his excuse held up. “Oh, I get it now. I’m sorry to interrupt the carnage.” Race grabs Y/N’s hand, pulling her away from Albert, Jojo, and their twin mocking expressions to continue walking down the street.

“That’s alright. Now, come on- I think I saw a few tourists. Think we can scam ‘em?” Y/N laughs as she follows him down the block. “Without a doubt. Is that them?” She jerks her chin towards a cluster of families pausing by a florist, all of them in the newest fashions. They practically reek of wealth, which makes them the perfect targets for newsies in desperate need of unloading some papes. Race nods, and Y/N’s grin widens. “Oh, this is going to be fun. Race you there, Racer!”

She takes off down the street, spinning past cobblestones. The sound of her laugh, lighter than a summer breeze, lingers by Race’s side for a moment longer. Although Race knows he should follow her and at least try to sell some of his papes before all of the tourists are gone, he feels stuck in place, unable to do anything except watch her go. There’s a smile tugging at his lips before he realizes it. He tries to stow this a second later, except it’s a little hard to be serious when there’s a girl like Y/N right next to him.

He manages it in the end, as he always seems to do. Race isn’t sure what happened to make him turn into this stumbling mess whenever Y/N’s with him, but the habit keeps seeming to stick. He hasn’t always been like this, it’s only a recent incident, but no matter what he tries Race can’t go back to seeing Y/N as a friend and a friend alone. Sometimes, he wants to knock himself upside the head, hoping that a brief concussion might restore his thoughts, although Race is fairly certain that even this hit might make him even more of a grinning idiot where a certain newsgirl is concerned.

Later that week, Race is hit by that same bout of hopeless staring, although this time it’s even worse than before. It comes over him like a wave, threatening to pull him under entirely. He had been turning the street, walking from one block to another in the hopes of finding some idiot with a purse full of coins who’d be willing to shell out a little more than usual to a newsboy on the street. Maybe this is why his crush hits him so hard- he’d had no time to prepare, nothing to center himself around except this sudden sight of the girl before him.

All of a sudden, there she was, talking to a group of kids she’d met on the street. They stare at her with the same sort of loopy smile Race wears now, like they’d follow her anywhere so long as she gave the word. Honestly, Race may get a little jittery around the Brooklyn boys or the cops when there are too many of them, but the hold Y/N has on him scares him even more than that. He’d do anything she asked of him, no matter what or how. He can’t run from that kind of influence, just go along with it and hope he didn’t get worse.

Y/N crouches down now, the edges of her skirts rustling lightly over the uneven cobblestones. She reaches out a hand to a nearby girl, one who would barely come up to her ribs unless Y/N was kneeling as she is now. The little girl presses a careful coin into the awaiting hand, and Y/N hands her a newspaper in return. Race can see her pointing out the different pictures on the front, explaining them with that same slow voice she gets when the night is late and drowsiness slips through every syllable. This time, though, she’s not tired, just speaking in a way that kids who barely know anything can understand. Maybe that’s all Race is, too, a kid with half a brain and some stupid lovesick gaze he can’t seem to shake.

Y/N stands up, stretching, as the little girl leaves. A few more kids linger by her knees, and she talks to each of them in turn, patience coming eternal even by the point when Race would have started getting a little restless had it been him there instead of her. One of the kids hands her a flower he managed to find from somewhere, and Y/N tucks it behind her ear, smiling as if it’s a jeweled tiara instead of a little sprig of a plant that’s more leaf than petal.

She turns now, as if she can sense someone watching her, and finds Race from where he’s hidden by the crowd. She smiles at him, the simple expression almost enough to knock him over. There’s a soft slight in her face, as if she’s a little self-conscious to be caught talking so eagerly with the kids, but Race could never make fun of her for a second. Instead, he lets his own smile widen in return, and Y/N looks almost relieved. She mouths something about catching up to him in a second, then turns back to the kids when one of them tugs at her hand.

Now that he’s been caught, Race should probably keep moving down the block, at least doing something to keep up the pretense that he’s just selling papes instead of simply staring with that same jump in his heart. However, he can’t quite convince his feet to move, like his body is perfectly fine with just watching her there. It’s just the way the light washes golden over her hair, the sunbeam force of her smile, the twist of her hand and head as she speaks. Race has seen the way the rich neighbours stare at artworks, entranced by mere brushstrokes. If that’s what it looks like to fall in love with a mere painting, then Y/N might be an entire museum full of masterpieces.

That describes it, doesn’t it? He’s in love. Stupidly, crazily, whole-heartedly in love. There’s no way to describe it. Race has had crushes before, on rich girls with silken bows and laughing girls who talk to him as they leave the factories after work. None of those seem even remotely close to the hold Y/N has on him now, like all those kisses and offered flowers were just practice for this.

Maybe he’s too lost in his own thoughts, or the way Y/N seems to call an entire city to her like the star of a show, but Race doesn’t hear Albert and Jojo appearing behind him until it’s too late and they’re already upon him. Albert is crowing at him, face wrought over with victory. “It’s official. You’re completely hopeless for Y/N.” Race moves to deny this, but it’s too late- they have enough evidence to tease him for the rest of his life.

Jojo looks almost incredulous. “Wasn’t it just yesterday that you was telling me about how you’d never spend too much of your time trippin’ over some goil? Look at you now! Albert, he’s practically thinking about marriage.” Albert pretends to be severely affected by this thought. “I can see it in his eyes. He might already be picking out the rings.”

Race rolls his eyes. “I don’t know what you’se talking about. Y/N’s a friend.” Albert and Jojo actually burst out laughing, and Race wants to hit them. “She’s a friend? Race, if you look at your friends like that I’m getting locks on the doors. You’se in love, and it’s hilarious.” Race fishes around for some excuse or retort, finds nothing, and resorts to the time-honored classic of trying to hit them. “Some friends you are. No wonder I like Y/N- she doesn’t do this to me.”

Jojo hoots with laughter. “He admits it! Truth at last!” Albert sighs dramatically. “Did you hear his voice? He’s overcome with emotion.” Race lets scorn drip into his every word. “Overcome with emotion? Where’d you pick that up- off a pape?” Albert scoffs. “No, I read it off the cover of a book in a shop window, like somebody respectable.”

A voice comes from behind them once more, and Race wonders silently why he has to keep finding himself in this exact situation. “Somebody respectable? Albert, no offense, but I have never once seen anyone do that.” Albert’s expression grows worryingly bright, as if he’s just had a terrible idea, and he turns to face a newly arrived Y/N with a grin. “I’d usually argue on that, but I want to make time for someone else. Racer here was just saying something about how he needed to talk to you.”

Jojo’s eyes glint, like he’s caught on to Albert’s plan. “Yeah, actually, he was. Said it was something very important.” Albert nods solemnly. “Very, very important. We’d better leave now, so he can say it.” The two boys exchange looks, then practically jog off, although Jojo makes sure to give Race a very obvious thumbs up before they go. Race is about to seriously consider murder, but then a hand lands on his arm and he’s brought back to reality once more.

Y/N considers him, one eyebrow raised. “Well, I do have to admit that I’m a little worried by how excited they looked about that, but I am a little curious. What do you have to talk about?” Race knows what he should say, what Jojo and Albert no doubt want him to do, but the words stick a little in his throat. He remains silent for a little too long, and Y/N crosses her arms across her chest. “Well? I’m waiting.”

Race searches desperately for something to say, anything, but he has no idea how to start. Y/N’s look of curiosity is starting to bleed away into boredom, and Race is gripped by the sudden terror that she’ll leave before he can say anything at all, despite how terrifying it is to even think about telling her how he feels. So, he leans forward and kisses her before he can talk himself out of anything else.

Now Y/N doesn’t speak, not at all, and Race can’t think about anything except the fact that he might have ruined everything, once and for all. Then her face splits into this incredible grin, and Race feels like the ground has broken up beneath him and he’s falling, falling, until he can’t feel anything at all. “That’s what you wanted to talk about?” Race doesn’t know what to say. Again. “Uh, yes.”

She laughs, and Race thinks that he could have gladly listened to that sound every morning. Let the sound of her laugh replace the church bells, and he would have happily attended every sermon. “You’re an idiot.” Race nods. “Yes.” He’s not sure that he’s supposed to be agreeing to this, but she’s got him caught in her gaze again and he feels as if he can’t move a muscle. “Kiss me again, and I might just forgive you for waiting this long.”

Race grins, his confidence finally starting to return to him again. “Well, I like the sound of that.” He’s not about to refuse her this time, so he reaches forward, gently guiding her face back to his once more.

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This will be the last basic Hc’s for Black Butler. But if you want to see basic Hc’s for a character from Black Butler I didn’t write about yet you can of course send a request in. Please enjoy!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, sabotage, gaslighting, isolation, blackmailing, bribing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Yandere Black Butler Hc’s

Lau

🚢When I think of Lau I think of the manipulative type. His goofy side can trick everyone and the s/o is no exception. His way with words is also really interesting and he can wrap the darling pretty easily around his finger. Also a stalker, but not he is stalking you, it’s Ran Mao. She watches his s/o wherever they go.

🚢Also the obsessive type, he makes sure that Ran Mao finds out every single detail about his darling and reports it to him. He’s also very touchy, it’s even worse than with Ran Mao! His hands will always be on some part of the s/o’s body.

🚢He is most of the time very calm and composed and even when he is jealous he would never show it, still having his closed eyed smile on his face. But he would somehow interrupt whatever conversation the darling had with the other person and would somehow lure the s/o away from them. If someone really tested his limits than he’ll give Ran Mao a sign to pay this person later on a small visit.

🚢As mentioned above if someone pushes their luck with him he makes sure to send Ran Mao after them. This guy has clearly some propensities for violence and if someone really angered him enough he might even order Ran Mao to bring them to him alive so he can torture them a little bit too. But most of the time he lets Ran Mao do all of the dirty work.

🚢Lau will take his time with kidnapping the darling, trying at first to win their heart with his harmless act and if he success with that he won’t kidnap them. But if they start to avoid him, have interest in someone else or might be in danger then he tells Ran Mao to get them. After that there’s no chance for them to escape him anymore. He takes them wherever he goes to and now the s/o will always sit on his lap whilst Ran Mao stands beside them. If Lau isn’t out he locks them somewhere up and makes sure that Ran Mao watches them.

🚢You will never realize his sinister feelings for you until it’s too late and no one else will expect how insane this guy can really be. He’s awfully calm with you and no matter how much you scream and yell at him, the smile will never leave his face. Not the worst one I guess, if you have a wish just tell him and he’ll ensure that your wish will be granted as fast as possible.

Ran Mao

🌺Ran Mao is the stalker and obsessive type of Yandere. This girl makes sure to watch her darling from early morning ‘til late at night. She’s obsessed with her s/o’s every habit and movement and since she watches them at all times it won’t be hard to figure very much out about them. Might even steal the one or other thing from them just to have something that reminds her of them.

🌺Also a lovestruck type. The s/o is in her eyes a true beauty and whenever they mention that they want something, even if it’s meant as a joke, Ran Mao will immediately disappear and will only come back when she has what her darling asked for. Also the clingy type, this girl will always hold onto them as if her life depends on it.

🌺Ran Mao doesn’t show much facial expressions when somehow takes her darling’s attention away from her, but believe me on the inside she’s boiling and already planning how to eliminate that obstacle.

🌺Ran Mao is ready to kill everyone who comes too close to her darling for her taste or somehow possess a threat to them or their relationship with her. She’s a trained assassin and it’s a living nightmare for those she hunts down.

🌺She would only kidnap her darling under some extreme circumstances, the most likely scenario is when she confessed to them, but they rejected her for some reasons. That’s when Ran Mao takes them with her.

🌺Even though she kills for you she isn’t a bad Yandere to have. Her clinginess is sometimes just a bit suffocating, but overall a really caring and harmless one, at least to you. I can’t say the same about the people who dares to hurt you.

Angela Blanc

👼Angela is a delusional and obsessive Yandere. In her eyes the s/o is the only pure person in London and in the whole world and that it’s her job to protect this pure soul. That makes her naturally obsessive with them, feeling the huge need to find out everything about her darling, about what exactly makes them so pure.

👼Also very manipulative with the darling, talking them into avoiding people and spending more time with her, trying to keep them away from “unclean” humans. She’ll also guilt trip them, acting like a submissive woman who just wants the best for the s/o. She is also a worshipper, the purity of her darling is everything for her.

👼Her jealousy is a bit different than from others. I think from both of her angel sides she’s more maniac about the whole purify thing what makes her more than paranoid when other people spend time with her darling, tainting them with their filthy presence. She can’t and won’t accept that!

👼As mentioned above she’s terribly paranoid with her darling and sees everyone as a threat for her s/o’s purity and makes sure to wipe every dirty human who dares to even look at the s/o out.

👼Her paranoia and desire to keep her darling clean will lead her to kidnapping her darling very soon. She just wants to keep them safe from all this awful dirty humans. Her darling will surely understand that, right?

👼She would never lay a hand on her darling because she would never hurt such a clean human. But she’s still a terrifying Yandere to have. You’ll never see a human in your life again and her speeches about how she’ll keep you safe and how she’ll purify this dirty city are in my opinion enough to give you some ugly nightmares at night. Who the hell said that having a guardian angel is a good thing?!

Pluto

🐺This guy is a demon hound and has some typical traits of his animal side in his Yandere traits. For example the possessive and clingy part. That’s not even a question, is it? This guy is incredibly territorial with his s/o and sooo clingy as well. It’s even worse than with Sebastian! This guy is literally glued to his darling’s hip.

🐺Also the lovestruck Yandere. Never in all of this posts I posted so far was the phrase being a lovesick puppy more fitting than in this. Pluto is the s/o’s obedient dog, ready to do everything they ask him to.

🐺His jealousy is terrible. His possessiveness and clingyness and the fact that he’s basically an animal makes this really bad. He doesn’t even has to see his darling with other people, as soon as he smells another person’s scent on them that isn’t his, he’s already “jealous”. When his darling is talking to other people this guy’s grip on their hip will tighten and he’ll growl dangerously at the other person. If that doesn’t work then be prepared for seeing something you wish you hadn’t.

🐺I already mentioned it above. This guy kills basically everyone that isn’t him if they don’t leave the s/o alone. As I said, if he senses another smell on you he’ll remember that smell later on to hunt that person down and rip them apart. He even kills someone when you’re with him and expects you to praise him after that! He’s confused when he smells the fear on the darling. He only protected them, didn’t he? I think from all the Black Butler characters he’s the most obvious about it since he often comes home covered in blood and with something pretty shocking in his mouth, bringing a “small gift” for his darling.

🐺His form of kidnapping is a bit different. Most of the time he’s okay with clinging onto his darling’s grip, but if Pluto senses another smell on them that isn’t his or if he thinks they are in danger he’ll transform into his demon hound form and run to a cave in the forest. He keeps you there and only lets you out after you’re covered in his scent again or until he made sure to erase whatever had endangered the s/o’s safety.

🐺He’s one of the worse ones simply because in his eyes he does nothing wrong and because he’s so horribly obvious with it all. No chance that you can escape him, he has your scent burned into his memory and if you don’t want to be chased by a demon hound who burns everything in his way down don’t even try it! This guy would find you even if you would travel to the ends of the world.

Prince Soma

🍛Oh god! This guy is together with Finny one of the most delusional ones, mixed together with the clingy and lovestruck type. The thought that you might not even see him the way he does doesn’t even cross his mind. Arguments are useless because it’ll go into his one ear and will go out the other ear. Privat space? What’s that? He doesn’t leave the s/o alone and is so weak for them. Soma spoiles his darling to the rotten.

🍛Also a worshipper. For him the s/o is his god/goddess that he has to worship. He’s also very touchstarved and wants always some kind of physical contact with the s/o.

🍛It’s almost too easy to make this guy jealous. He’s a really spoiled brat and as soon as he notices that the s/o looks at someone else he’ll throw a tantrum, yelling at the other person who took his darling’s attention away from him. Honestly, it’s so childish and embarrassing. And this happens at least five times a day!

🍛Soma doesn’t kill people. He relies more on Agni and his high position. For goddess sake he’s a prince! Most of the time Agni is enough to scare anyone away from his darling. But if he sees how someone tries to take them away from him or harms them in any way then this person will get first of all beaten up by Agni and then Soma will ruin their lifes with his power.

🍛He never sees it as kidnapping. He thinks of it more as finally being able to keep his darling safe and spoil and love them like the prince/princess they are.

🍛Would never hurt you, but his delusions are the problem here. There’s absolutely no chance that you’ll ever be able to convince him that you don’t love him, he’ll just brush it off as you wanting more attention from him which he happily gives you. Try to see it from the positive side, at least this guy will grant you whatever wish you could possibly have.

Agni

🤜Agni is in my opinion the aware type of Yandere. Even though it took a while for him to develop such strong feelings the moment he had them was the moment he knew that they weren’t normal. I can see him as the overprotective one as well. He had not the most prettiest past and that makes him naturally more protective over the s/o.

🤜Also the lovestruck one. For this guy his darling is like the sun, the moon, the stars. Prince Soma might have given him a new life, but the s/o gave him a reason, a meaning to this life.

🤜Agni feels bad for feeling this way and has already much patience, he needs it to not go crazy with Soma. So he can hold on for a good amount of time. It takes a lot to make him jealous, but I think even then he wouldn’t do anything about it. He chooses to suffer silently.

🤜As mentioned he feels bad for feeling this way and is shown as a very calm individual so he’ll try to not kill, it brings back memories of his past. But he has a breaking point and if that point is crossed it will get ugly. If his darling gets seriously hurt he’ll start seeing red.

🤜He would only kidnap you if something really bad happened for example you getting seriously hurt. That would be the breaking point for this guy. He’ll take his darling to make sure that something like this will never happen again. Agni is the type to apologize for all of this, feeling terrible for not being there to protect them and feeling bad for kidnapping them. Then why did you do it?!

🤜Overall one of the better ones. He knows that his behavior is wrong, always listens to your complaints and considering them and making sure to take care of all your needs. He’s even ready to take you out, but promise him to stay close to him!

Ash Landers

▫️Even though he and Angela are somehow the same person I decided to write a separate Hc for him since both of them are also somewhat different. But just like Angela he’s a delusional one, seeing in his darling the perfection he always wanted. Also possessive, he just found the most pure soul he has ever seen in his life, do you seriously expect him to let them go just like that?

▫️He’s the manipulative type, he already uses his manipulation on the queen to bring her to do what he wants and he’s ready to use manipulation on his darling as well to ensure that nothing can taint their clean soul. A pure worshipper, seeing the s/o as perfection itself.

▫️Similar to Angela he sees every other person as a threat that could dirty the s/o’s purity. That is his jealousy. But surprisingly I can also see him as someone who will feel sour when his darling tells him about how much they admire someone else. He wants to impress his darling and when they like someone else he’ll boil with jealousy.

▫️Just like Angela he’s ready to destroy every person who might taint your clean soul, but as mentioned above he also kills when you tell him that you like someone else, killing this person brutally because they dared to make a spot in your heart which he believes is only reserved for him. For him that’s an almost even worse crime than trying to dirty you!

▫️This one will kidnap his darling very fast because similar to Angela his desire to keep the s/o pure will get him paranoid, not that bad like Angela, but still. He’s also as mentioned the possessive type and hates when the darling is talking about someone else that isn’t him. Like this he can make sure that he’s the only one the s/o can think about.

▫️From both of the angel sides he’s the less worse one because he is a little bit less maniac about this whole purifying thing. But overall he’s still one of the worse ones from all. From both of his angel sides Ash is the one who’s more eager to fight which means he’s even more willing to kill and is more brutal than Angela. And just like Angela his speeches about how he’ll make sure to clean this world and how he’s going to protect you will give you some nasty nightmares.

Keinz Drocell

🪆Let’s give it a try with this guy. The first thing that comes to my mind is the manipulative type. Keinz is very insidious as shown when he lured Elizabeth into coming to him. The same counts for the s/o. He’ll lure them into coming willingly to him. Also possessive, he’s a puppet and normally doesn’t have emotions so if you give someone like him someone that lets him feel something you can be sure that he’s never going to let this person go.

🪆Also the obsessive and stalker kind. Something about his darling made him feel something and he decides to watch them secretly to find out what exactly makes his insides tingle whenever he thinks of them. He becomes quickly obsessed with everything they do every little thing that might have looked normal in the eyes of others is to him a masterpiece what gives him the traits of a worshipper as well. He sees the s/o as a masterpiece, one in a kind.

🪆I like to believe that his darling managed to spark some emotions in him and that’s the bad part. If someone who doesn’t normally have emotions feels something it’s going to feel intense for them. Same goes for Keinz. He normally doesn’t have emotions, but the darling changed that. For them he has emotions and whenever he sees them talking to someone else it feels like his whole body is on fire, he’s burning with jealousy.

🪆He killed already a lot of people for his master and has no problem with killing people for the s/o as well. As mentioned above if he feels something he feels it intense and even though he doesn’t understand this feeling he has whenever someone spends time with the darling he does know that he doesn’t like that feeling and the easiest way to make sure that he doesn’t need to endure this again in the future is to get rid of the source of this feelings.

🪆This guy will kidnap the s/o after watching them for a while. By then his feelings for the darling have grown too strong for him to endure any longer and he feels the desperate need to keep them with him. He isn’t really sure why he feels this burning desire, but he knows for sure that if he doesn’t do what his brain is screaming at him to do he might just go insane. As if he isn’t already.

🪆This guy is creepy. He often just sits there and stares at you for hours straight without even blinking and it’s very eerie when he turns his head 360 degrees around and doesn’t even realize that it gives you the chills. He likes to show you his little “collection” of puppets and often brings you along when he makes them. He also likes to give you a little show with them. The song he uses to control the puppets will hunt you in your deepest dreams. The only good thing is that he doesn’t want to turn you into a puppet as well!

Charles Grey

🤺Charles strikes me as the obsessive and manipulative Yandere. It is really not easy for this guy to become interested in someone so if someone actually manages to make him a Yandere for them than you can bet that this guy will feel excited and thrilled about it. Most of the time he feels a little bit bored, but not with the s/o. He wants to satisfy his curiosity about them. He’s also very manipulative with the darling and can be very mean with his words, but if he gets them to do what he wants to then he’s fine with it.

🤺I can also imagine him as the delusional and clingy one. He thinks of himself very highly and is overall a very arrogant and self confident guy what leads me to the belief that this guy thinks that he’s the only one, the perfect one for you! No one can love, treat, care and protect you better than he can! He’s very clingy what comes from his obsessive trait. When he’s near his darling he has the best chances to observe their actions and movements, getting to know them better like this. He also enjoys being near them.

🤺This guy gets paranoid whenever he sees the s/o looking at someone else. He’s the one they should look at! He’s the one who’s perfect for them! Even though he flips out on the inside he manages to look calm on the outside. I mentioned that he can be very cruel with his words, remember? He won’t use them on his darling, but on the other person, talking down on them with an almost disgusted look on his face, making the other person feel worthless.

🤺This guy definitely enjoys fighting a lot and he’s very paranoid when it comes to his darling. Both of this isn’t a very good mix so be glad that he needs to hold himself back most of the times because he’s one of the Queen’s butlers. He only kills someone when they spend too much time with the s/o or when he knows that they like his darling or his darling likes them. Then he’ll come over for a short “play”.

🤺This guy wants to kidnap you badly, but decides to try it at first in a smarter way. Charles has to hold a reputation after all. He asks your parents for your hand in marriage and it’s nearly impossible for your parents to say no to this. I mean, he’s rich and comes from a high position so who wouldn’t agree to this?! If that doesn’t work he’ll most likely blackmail the s/o, using his power to force them into an engagement.

🤺Soo arrogant and filled with himself, it’s frustrating with him! Of course he can be a gentleman if he wants to be and of course he spoils you, but this ego of this man is too much. He always expects you to tell him how good looking, great and talented he is and you aren’t allowed to even talk in a admiring way about another person that isn’t him!

Edward Midford

🎩In the Anime I didn’t see much of him, but I’ll give it a try. I think he’s an aware Yandere, knowing that his feelings aren’t supposed to be that strong. Also the lovestruck type, even though he doesn’t want to show it openly because it’s somehow embarrassing for him. He can’t let others know how much the s/o has him wrapped around their fingers.

🎩Also the overprotective and possessive one. He’s already very overprotective and possessive over his sister, but with his s/o it’s way worse. They’re just so precious to him and he can’t bear the thought of losing them.

🎩Possessive Yanderes are bound to get jealous very fast, but he tries to hold in for as long as he can. He doesn’t want others to see how unhealthy his feelings actually are and will watch his darling’s interaction with other people whilst gritting his teeth. But when his limits are crossed he’ll grab the s/o’s hand drag them quickly somewhere else where he can spend some time alone with them.

🎩Killing is a no to him even though he sometimes desperately wants to do it. But he can’t risk to ruin his and his family’s reputation or even worse ruining his good image his darling has from him. This guy comes from a rich family with a lot of influence and he’ll use that to put a lot on pressure on people who harmed his darling or tries to take them away from him.

🎩Similar to Charles he would try to set up an engagement between his darling and him. His family would support and try to convince the darling’s parents as well, knowing how fond Edward is of you. And there’s a more than likely chance that your parents will say yes because who wouldn’t say no to such a handsome and charming man? If that doesn’t work he’ll use manipulation, bribing other people into cornering the s/o or their parents into some tricky situations and then he suddenly steps in and helps them. He doesn’t like using such dirty ways to get to the darling, but it’s all for the s/o’s sake. He only wants to ensure that he can protect them.

🎩One of the better Yanderes from this list. He respects your wishes and is such a gentleman for you. He also spoils you here and there with small gifts and shows his tender side to you and only you.

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wickedbxtchofthewest · 3 years

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The Girl in the Bakery (Part 1)

It was another one of those days where Adrien Agreste just wanted to be someone else. Even with the glamorous lifestyle that came with his last name, there wasn’t anything that could outweigh Adrien’s craving of freedom. His entire life had been presented to him on a silver platter, except for the fateful day he received a black and red box. With Chat Noir, his superhero alter-ego, nothing stood in the way of being able to go wherever he wanted.

Maybe with the exception of Ladybug—not that he minded the hold that his partner-in-crime had on him. It was hard not to follow Ladybug anywhere she went, as her confident energy and natural leadership made her addicting to be around.

She truly was the perfect woman in Adrien’s eyes. Beautiful, courageous, selfless, determined, yet stubborn, strict, and utterly irresistible. Ladybug was also a good kisser, not that Adrien would remember. The heroine in red had completely captured the heart of Paris, as well as her second in command.

Rarely had Adrien been let out of the prison he called his home; however, with the powers of his miraculous, it was easy for him to escape out his window and into the world. He didn’t enjoy having to transform anytime he wanted fresh air, but it was the only way he wasn’t followed by his bodyguard or his father’s assistant, Nathalie. All he had to do was leave the record player on, echoing out the sound of Chopin or Beethoven, and he would get away with a few hours of free time.

Usually, once Chat Noir’s feet hit the concrete of a deserted alleyway, he would turn back into Adrien and carry on his merry way--maybe take a walk through the park, get some ice cream, and avoid paparazzi as much as he could. But on this particular day, his leather suited counterpart seemed more appealing. Perhaps he was hoping to catch Ladybug on a daytime patrol or wanted to scale the Eiffel Tower, but something about staying Chat Noir just felt right.

He launched himself from roof to roof, occasionally waving at those who spotted him. His black ensemble made it harder for him to be seen due to the sky growing dark, but his green eyes and small yelps of joy made it very obvious to citizens which hero was out. Perched on the Louvre, Chat Noir hummed softly to himself. “Little kitty on the roof, all alone without his lady…”

“Chaton?” a voice spoke, ringing into the air with a sweet tone. Chat’s eyes darted up, settling on the blue eyed beauty standing behind him. A genuine grin stretched across his face, before replacing it with a smirk. Standing up quickly, Chat’s hand engulfed Ladybug’s and he pressed his lips to her knuckles in a playful kiss.

“Good evening Bugaboo,” Chat said, bowing slightly in a joking manner. “Nice of you to join me on this beautiful night.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes before taking a seat and gesturing for Chat to sit back down next to her. “It’s nice to see you too, kitty. But I can’t stay for long.”

Chat Noir’s smile fell before plopping himself next to his lady and clearing his throat. “Are you busy tonight?” he asked, realizing the disappointment in his voice. “Not that I can’t handle patrol by myself! And if there’s something you need to do, you can totally go do that.”

A light-hearted giggled escaped Ladybug’s mouth. “As much as I appreciate your concern, you know I can’t tell you to pro-”

“-tect our identities. I know. But you know that I care about you even without the mask. Whoever’s behind there, I still lo-” he cut himself off. “All I’m trying to say is that it’s not the end of the world if I know one detail about you. The real you.”

Ladybug stared at Chat for a few silent seconds, her lips pressed together in contemplation. She sighed, choosing her words carefully. Even though she knew it was a bad idea, something about his tone made her give in. “You know the bakery over on 12 Rue Gotlib?”

Chat nodded. His mom used to love their stuff. It was a rare treat he received, usually after more draining photoshoots, coming home to a box of chocolate croissants from Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. After his mother’s passing, he hadn’t even thought of the small business. A sudden craving for sweets came over him.

“Well, sometimes I help out over there. I’m not an employee or anything, but the owners let me take care of the smaller tasks. Like delivering cakes or working the register,” she said, her voice turning less professional and more care-free. A soft expression blossomed on her face, making Chat’s heart melt.

Finally. He knew something about the woman he was so helplessly in love with. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It was enough. Chat smiled. “Thank you for telling me. You can go if you need. I can handle it if Mr.Pigeon gets akumatized again.”

Ladybug laughed. He loved her laugh. “See you later kitty! Bug out!” And then she was gone.

Chat found himself staring after her with a lovesick smile. “Bye m’lady.”

Clearing his throat, Chat turned around and once again started jumping from roof to roof. Landing on top of his own manor, he was about to swing back into his room, but a sudden hunger stopped him. He knew Nathalie would call him to supper soon, but if he was going to end up eating alone, he was at least going to eat something he wanted.

Not that he disliked the meals provided to him by his chef, but the diets and cleanses got a little overwhelming at times. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the taste of a certain flaky, delicious pastry.

Before he could even process what he was doing, Chat felt himself making his way to 12 Rue Gotlib. Staring at the lit up windows and catching a whiff of the sweet aroma, he suddenly dropped down and was standing in front of the cute building. Peeking inside through the glass door, Chat caught a glimpse of a girl sitting at the counter, idly doodling in a notebook.

Something about her--her eyes, her dreamy intensity she had aimed at whatever she was drawing, or the way she looked like she needed someone to talk to-- drew him in. Chat’s breath got caught in his throat as she glanced up, causing him to dart into the dark shadows beside the building. He thought for a moment.

“Plagg, claws in.”

The small kwami that was just in his ring shot out. “Adrien? What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to go in for something to eat. I promise I’ll be quick,” Adrien entreated, looking at his supernatural friend with pleading eyes.

Plagg sighed. “Fine. But once we get home, I want cheese,” he said before going to hide in Adrien’s overshirt.

Adrien took a deep breath and smiled--and in he went.

The girl in the bakery looked up from her notebook, immediately closing the book in front of her and smiling politely. “Hi! How can I help you?” Her voice was as sweet as the atmosphere around them. The way her eyes sparkled made it impossible to look away. She was gorgeous.

Adrien smiled back at her, taking extra careful steps. She looked so delicate that the blond couldn’t help but put extra effort into being as gentle with every movement. “Hello,” he finally said. His tone was soft, and made his voice sound more silky.

Adrien’s eyes wandered around the small bakery, everything looking delectable. His mouth watered with every new item he noticed.Then he saw the chocolate croissants. His finger pressed against the glass directly in front of them. “Two please.”

The girl nodded. She grabbed a box and a bag and began packing Adrien’s order. Meanwhile, Adrien racked his brain trying to think of something to say. But before he could even come up with a coherent thought, the girl was already handing him the bag. “It’s on me. You look like you’ve had a rough day. I hope it gets better.”

Adrien stared wordlessly at her. “Oh, thank you. I just haven’t been here in years, so it’s a little strange being back.”

The girl hummed in response before speaking. “Why’d you stop coming?”

“My mom died.”

Adrien mentally slapped himself in the face. The slightly taken back expression on the girl made him feel even worse.

But then she returned to the kind smile she had before. “I’m sorry for your loss. Feel free to come in anytime, okay? I’ll have a warm croissant ready for you every time.”

He stared at her. “I...never got your name.”

“Marinette. Yours?” She looked back at him expectedly.

“Adrien. Adrien Agreste,” he replied a smile finally painting itself back on his face.

“Adrien? Like from that one ad?” she asked, giggling.

Adrien laughed along with her. “Yeah, exactly like the one from the ad.”

Then a woman walked in from the other room, looking like an older version of Marinette. Probably her mother, Adrien thought.

“Well, it was nice to meet you Adrien. Hopefully I’ll see you again, goodnight.” Marinette waved, before disappearing behind the wall guarding what seemed to be the kitchen. Adrien waved back, not that she could see him do so. Without another word, Adrien left.

He walked back to his home while the sun set behind him. Plagg floated alongside his companion with a knowing smile. He knew who Adrien just met, and it killed Plag that he couldn’t tell anyone.

It was maybe 7 P.M. and Adrien knew someone would probably check on him soon. The bag of boxed croissants hung around his wrist, tempting him to eat one right there. But he waited.

“Plagg, claws out.”

The small black cat had a look of dread before he was sucked back into the silver ring. Once Adrien was back as Chat noir, he jumped to his room just in time to hear a knock on his bedroom door. “Adrien? Time for dinner.”

“I’ll be right out!” he yelled before transforming back and heaving out a held breath. The croissants were set on his desk and he readjusted himself. Plagg flew out, his intentioned set on the mini-fridge filled with camembert.

Well he’s all set, Adrien thought as he opened his door and started downstairs. His thoughts were filled with celebrations. Today was a good day.

(Quick Author’s Note: Hi! Okay, this took me hours to write but I think I;m okay with it. Sorry for no Marichat in this part, but I wanted to set up a relationship between Marinette and Adrien first so he has a reason to visit her in the first place. Hope you enjoyed!)

#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #ladynoir #adrienette #marichat

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merryfortune · 3 years

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You give me flowers of love

Written for 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt #39 - Pink

Ship: Nodoka/Hinata

Fandom: Healin’ Good PreCure

Word Count: 3,757

Rating: M

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

AN: title comes from Bloodflowers by The Cure and is recommended listening for this fic.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Hanahaki, Horror, Gore, Emetophobia/Emetophilia, Angst and Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Past/Referenced Eriko/Hinata, Minor Blood

Hinata was not the type of girl who could handle horror stories, urban legends, or anything spookier than a rom-com set against the background of a popular coffee shop. However, there was something about this creepypasta that caught her attention. Maybe she read it to prove that she wasn’t a scaredy-cat or maybe she read it because something about it was almost too real.

It came across her Curestagram feed, screenshots reposted from another site with long form text functions rather than the optimized for photos aesthetic of Curestagram. It wasn’t late at night, quite the opposite, Hinata had just been scrolling as she was half nibbling on a banana muffin for morning tea. So she was kind of bored and not already unsettled by a vague anxiety sort of mindset so she stopped her scroll to read this totally true story from a friend of a friend that had happened upon her timeline.

The story involved a sickness. A lovesickness, hooking Hinata immediately since she was a hopeless romantic and leaving her vulnerable to what was hiding down below a few paragraphs after and Hinata realised she was reading a surreal medical horror story.

Supposedly, some girl from a high school in the next town over had been hospitalized due to damage to her stomach and esophagus but ultimately culminated in her passing away from brain damage due to suffocation. The suffocation that was the outcome of the damage she had taken to her stomach and esophagus had, supposedly, been caused by the growing of flowers inside of her. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They were baffled by the impossibility of it. Yet where they failed to posit theories at all, their patient had her own she desperately desired to reveal.

The nameless girl, as weak as she was in her final moments of speech and cognition, was certain with the most crystal clear clarity that she could muster said that reason for the flowers growing inside of her was due to a crush that she had been fostering for quite some time. A crush that was so powerful and deep that it had manifested as literal and impossible distress in the form of tiger lily flowers. Though her claims were dismissed as nonsense, despite the very given evidence that she had been vomiting exotic flowers, except by the narrator who was sharing her story online on her behalf.

Hinata got to the bottom line of the final screenshot and she dropped her phone on the table. She shivered and flinched as her phone clattered. Nyatoran looked up, alarmed, from the milk that he had been sipping.

“Heh? Are you okay Hinata?” he asked.

“Y-Yeah, I just lost my grip.” Hinata replied. It wasn’t a lie.

“Really? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Nyatoran pointed out.

Hinata made an expression that was both guilty and embarrassed, “Er, sort of… I read a ghost story online and I haven’t the stomach for them.”

“Oh, well, no worries then. I’ll keep ya safe from all the ghoulies then.” Nyatoran boasted.

Hinata laughed, “Thanks, Nyatoran.” she replied.

And that was more or less enough to keep her mind off what she had read for the rest of the day as she did her Sunday homework and such. At least until well after lights out.

Hinata cursed herself. She knew endless walls of text in screenshots never bore good news but it was under her skin now. It wasn’t even that scary, she tried to convince herself. It just so happened to play off something she had been thinking about in ways that cut deep and yes, even scary.

Hinata had a crush of her own. One she didn’t think she ought to act on. Or didn’t know how to act on.

Hinata had a crush on Nodoka. She was sweet and gentle yet so motivated. Hinata felt like she learned something new about either herself or Nodoka after every time they hung out. Things never felt old between them despite how natural their companionship was between them.

Catching feelings for Nodoka was inevitable, Hinata felt regarding their dynamic as close friends and their friendship was relatively intense due to their bond as comrades being Pretty Cures but that made Hinata sick to her stomach with fear. This wasn’t her first crush that she had on another girl.

In the not so recent past, Hinata had been wrong reading other girls’ opinions and feelings regarding her before. She and Eriko had been so close, childhood friends with a pact that seemed fit to stand the test of time when they had made it, and Hinata didn’t think it was a coincidence that already scarce contact between them after Eriko moved was when Hinata had confessed her feelings to Eriko.

The rejection had been crushing and Hinata had never told a soul about it. The wound was older now but it still hurt so, as lovely as Nodoka was, Hinata didn’t want to gamble their friendship due to that prior rejection. Yet her feelings crackled like electricity near a lightning rod whenever she was around Nodoka anyway. She could only hope that Nodoka was oblivious since she was so inexperienced socially due to her childhood spent mostly in the hospital.

(And that Chiyu never brought up the blatantly obvious which she would hopefully never do since she knew there was a place and a time and it wasn’t her place).

Thus, for all these different and entangling reasons, that horror story Hinata had read this morning really resonated. The thought of her unrequited feelings becoming literal, even in the form of pretty and seemingly harmless flowers, and suffocating. It was a very real fear to Hinata despite that fantastical execution that it was captured inside.

All because she was a magical girl infused with the power of light and thunder. She fought villains who caused infections in nature and created monsters. To her, it didn’t seem too far outside of her sphere of tried and true reality that such a floral disease of the body could exist. Heck, maybe it did exist and was tied to the war that she and her friends were fighting in secret on behalf of the Healing Animals. It was entirely possible this flower vomit disease was another agent or power of the Byougens.

Hinata groaned and the more she scolded herself for thinking about these horrible possibilities, the more she thought about them. She tossed and turned all night, in the dark and under the covers of her doona. She knew Nyatoran would live up to his boasting over morning tea if she asked but he was totally conked out in his little room. Hinata couldn’t bring herself to wake him, to unnecessarily burden him, so she just hid from her fears as best as she could in her blankets.

The following morning, Hinata was a wreck. She had bags under her eyes and was generally a drag. She hasn’t slept a wink last night but just like she was hiding from the horror story in her head, she decided to hide from the aftermath too. She touched up her eyes with concealer and finished off her make-up with a nice little kiss of lip balm, too. She chose a nice tropical flavour: pineapple with vanilla undertones and wore nude in practice. With that, she was ready for what was no doubt going to be a long, long day of school.

A prediction that she was very right in having. Just making it to lunch felt like an eternity and a half on low energy. Worst still, despite the precautions that Hinata had taken, both Chiyu and Nodoka had noticed that she wasn’t exactly her bouncy self today. Even with her favourite lunch box in her lap with fried chicken and a fruit drink, too.

“Are you okay, Hinata?” Nodoka asked and she batted her long eyelashes in concern.

Hinata knew she couldn’t lie or deflect around Nodoka, at least for the most part, and deflated, “No…” she moaned. “I slept awfully last night.”

“I expect that it wasn’t due to over studying?” Chiyu asked, sniping.

“No, I just. Couldn’t sleep.” Hinata shrugged.

“Well, be sure to put yourself early to bed tonight then. There’s nothing worse than being tired.” Nodoka said.

“Will do.” Hinata sighed.

“Also?” Nodoka prompted her.

“Yeah?” Hinata glanced at Nodoka was she tried a spoonful of rice from her side dishes.

“Your lip balm has a very strong smell today, I can smell it from here.” Nodoka laughed.

“Oh, joy…” Hinata hung her head in misery. She didn’t think it was so pungent in the tube.

“I didn’t mean that in a mean way.” Nodoka panicked whilst Chiyu had a discrete giggle at Hinata’s misfortune. “I really like it. I think it smells nice. Like cherries. I love the smell of cherries best.”

“Huh?” Hinata mumbled and she stared straight at Nodoka in confusion.

Nodoka stared back. Also in confusion. “Is something the matter?”

“Er, no,” Hinata awkwardly began and she forced herself to laugh and she flapped a hand about too to disguise her weirdness, “I must have been so tired this morning that I though I used one lip balm and instead used another.”

“That is a little odd…” Chiyu murmured.

But Nodoka seemed to buy it, she gasped, “Fwow, you must have been really tired this morning to make such a mistake. Promise me to get a good night’s rest tonight then.” Nodoka fussed for her.

“I promise, I promise.” Hinata replied.

Just as Hinata spoke, the end of lunch bell rang. She moaned with the utmost misery as she hadn’t finished her lunch even slightly and roused much sympathy from both Nodoka and Chiyu. So, Hinata crammed what she could into her mouth and swallowed before returning with her friends indoors to their classroom.

She plopped down in her chair and desk, her stomach growling almost immediately. Were it not for the teacher at the front of the classroom, Hinata would have flopped down and keeled over right there and then. She would have killed for a nap. Not even a luxurious nanna nap at this point, she would take a horrid power nap. Anything would have been better than nothing. Instead, the best she could muster was some daydreaming whilst scribbling in her work book so she could at least pretend to be paying attention.

Her mind strayed to Nodoka. She couldn’t help it. A silly little pining schoolgirl was exactly what she was after all. She doodled Nodoka’s name in her margins, surrounded with love-hearts, paw prints, and even flowers. It was a little bit childish but Hinata was a lot childish so she didn’t mind, she was more or less on cloud nine since Nodoka had shown her care for her over lunch, fussing for her like that.

It was such a small act but it was more than enough to launch Hinata’s heart in a million miles an hour race. So much so, she began to taste something at the back of her throat. It was a sweet taste accompanied by a fizzy sensation. Hinata liked it and it seemed to get stronger the more she daydreamed about Nodoka. Even though it was the middle of class, Hinata was letting her mind completely run away from the contents of what the teacher was attempting to educate on them.

Finally, after what felt like a day of self torment because of reading some stupid horror story about puking flowers, Hinata felt free of that gnawing anxiety. But just as she revelled in this, her stomach wretched. She dry gagged with the searing taste of bile at the back of her throat and her hand automatically clamped over her mouth, pen and all. The prior anxiety might have dissipated but a new one had spiked in its place.

Hinata frowned. Was it because she hadn’t eaten all her lunch that she suddenly felt nauseous? Or was it something else? She begged that it wasn’t her period, she was still quite irregular so this felt off or early to her.

Then she gagged again. She swallowed it back down. Hard. Whatever she swallowed was thick and sweet. It wasn’t vomit, Hinata had the startling realisation. She tried hard to keep it down but she failed. She vomited into her hand, or at least something similar. The motions were awful, worse than anything else she had ever had to eject from her body orally before.

Hinata felt sick to the very bottom of her stomach. Her hands shook as she slowly removed the one over her mouth and… and she couldn’t believe her eyes. They widened in shock as she saw the head of a flower in the palm of her hand. It was a cherry blossom, she realised. The pale pink petals were frayed at the edges, burnt by stomach acid and wet with her saliva; the anthers of its centre drooped and dragged, splayed across the petals. Her skin crawled as she marveled at the insane gravity of the situation. She quickly paled.

And the teacher noticed, “Hiramitsu, are you okay?” he asked from in front of the chalkboard, looking up concerned from the book he was reciting from.

“I-I, um, I need to go. To the nurse.” Hinata eked out her words with strained difficulty.

Her stomach flipped and she could feel another one coming up. It slithered up her throat and she hated the slow, dreadful sensation of it, the way it made her mouth taste of bile and cherries in horrible combination. Hinata bolted to her feet, afraid, alarming the whole class. She hid her mouth behind her hand again, holding tight that first flower that she had vomited.

“I need to go.” Hinata mumbled and she fled.

The feeling of her classmates' eyes on her felt like broken glass digging. She knew, deep down, they didn’t mean harm but their gazes only served to amplify the terror she felt as she fled. She was fast at first, escaping from the classroom but her stomach lurched and she vomited another flower and then again but two at once this time.

Hinata stopped in the hallway, she had to rest her shoulder against the wall just to stand as she looked down into the palm of her hand. The flowers were accumulating against her skin, wet and heavy, and accelerating in pace of production. Already she felt another lurch and this one was dire, Hinata didn’t think she would be so lucky to only vomit one or two this next time.

She had to get to the sick bay. She wasn’t sure what she would do there but anything had to be better than nothing, so she hobbled on in immense pain. By nothing less than a miracle, Hinata managed to get to the nurse’s suite without collapsing. Or with leaving too many flowers in her meagre wake.

The school nurse panicked almost immediately when she saw Hinata in this state. Hinata sputtered out a thank you whilst she was put to bed. Hinata curled up under the sheets, her stomach lurching and mangled petals dripped out of her mouth. She had to hide her ailment from the nurse. She just had to. She didn’t know how to explain it or anything else pertaining to it but fortunately, the nurse bought her some time by going to use administration’s phone to let her father know that Hinata was in immediate medical distress.

Hinata held her scrawny belly with one hand and her mouth the other. No matter how hard she tried, these flowers kept dredging up from inside of her and it was worsening. There was distention building inside of her, it was as if she could feel the bushels of cherry blossom flowers forming inside of her and something else too. It was raw and firm and poking up through her like a stick. Hinata moaned in utter agony as she tasted not just sweetness and bile in her mouth, but the cutting, metallic taste of blood too.

She whimpered as she tried to swallow it down. Attempting so, just made the nicks and cuts to her throat worsen and the petals to clog. Her lungs ached sharply as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes squeezed tight and she begged every deity she could think of for a saviour.

The door to the sick bay opened again. Hinata murmured to herself and the curtain was pulled aside, “Hinata?” a sweet voice greeted her.

“Huh?” Hinata slurred.

She rolled over, still holding herself but even a simple and slow motion like that was enough to rouse her illness violently. Her grimace was deep on her face as she tried to look at Nodoka, even feebly.

“A-Are you okay, Hinata?” she asked. “I couldn’t sit by and worry when I saw you ill you were, what’s wrong?”

Hinata opened her mouth. Mostly to reply, but that’s not what happened. She threw up in front of Nodoka and Nodoka couldn’t believe her eyes. Hinata was throwing up bushels upon bushels of flowers. Cherry blossoms. Nodoka blinked. She couldn’t believe the sights - or the smell. The smell was disconcerting with how almost pleasantly fragrant it was, heightening Nodoka’s realisation that this wasn’t Hinata pulling pranks.

“H-How on Earth did this happen…?” Nodoka asked.

She was horrified yet found herself unable to resist the impulse. She picked a blossom out of the pile that Hinata had vomited up. It was soft in her hand, even if it was grotesquely wet.

“I - I don’t-” Hinata tried to speak but she cut herself off when she felt something jut out of her mouth. An entire branch of cherry blossoms began to spike out of her mouth.

Her eyes began to roll back on themselves as Nodoka watched, in abject and frozen horror, as Hinata contended with this stick inside of her. It emerged slowly from the depths of her throat and made her chest convulse. Her fingers spasmed as she choked around it, flowers blooming along the thin and coarse branch.

“H-Help me.” Hinata sputtered out.

Nodoka nodded. She was scared, her heart was pounding, but she was first and foremost a helper of most empathetic ends. She had been on the receiving end of a strange and bizarre illness that had rendered most her childhood for naught. She couldn’t just let Hinata struggle. Suffocate.

So, she got onto the bed with Hinata. She straddled her so she could best approach the foreign object inside of Hinata. She focused her eyes and was as ready as she could ever be for an amateur operation quite like this one. Nodoka reached out and pinched the end of the branch delicately. It was entirely unsafe, Nodoka knew that, but she began to pull. She peered into Hinata’s pink mouth was clogged with twigs and petals, and tried her best to dislodge what she could.

Hinata gagged. Tears in her eyes and she plead, silently and afraid, that Nodoka could handle this. Nodoka’s hands shook but she did, in fact, manage. She tried her hardest and she did succeed even if it felt pyrrhic as Hinata screamed out as the last, and thickest, part of the cherry blossom branch was removed.

Nodoka flinched hearing the scream, dropping the cherry blossom branch between them. Hinata spat out blood and petals but the cherry blossom branch had been removed. She caressed her neck and it was raw with what it had been through. Her touches did little to soothe or quell her pain, she looked up at Nodoka with pathetic, red rimmed eyes.

“What was that?” Nodoka asked, her heart quaking. “How could any of this be possibly real?”

“I - I don’t know.” Hinata mumbled but that was a lie. She choked on her words all the same as she had choked on those cherry blossoms. Her hands squeezed tight. “No. I’m sorry. I do know.”

“Pardon?” Nodoka quietly exclaimed.

“There’s a very rare disease,” Hinata began, hasty, “that causes flowers to grow inside of someone suffering with a crush that they just can’t handle.”

“That’s horrible…” Nodoka murmured.

It was now or never, Hinata realised. Or she was going to end up exactly like the girl from the story that she had read yesterday. She knew it. She just knew it.

“Nodoka, it’s you.” Hinata confessed, half a sob in her voice. “I’m crushing on you.”

Nodoka was stunned by Hinata’s admission.

Hinata panted, her face was going bright red whilst her heart pounded like a hammer at her rib cage. She couldn’t believe it. She had done it. But it felt like a weight off, she had to admit, she didn’t realise her crush had been such a burden until right now. She felt herself lighten with the confession, from the very pit of her stomach, upwards and outwards.

Nodoka averted her gaze and Hinata was reminded once more why a crush was called a crush. That borderline feel good feeling from before popped. Burst. Nodoka played with her hair, fidgeting, and then managed to speak in a very calm and very quiet voice.

“I have a crush on you, too, Hinata.” Nodoka replied. “I admire so much how you sparkle and shine. It’s very refreshing to be around. I like you too. A lot.”

Nodoka reached out to Hinata’s hand and held it. She was so warm and she was still trembling but Nodoka’s caress of it did soothe her. Hinata hazarded a smile, like she couldn’t believe her ears, through her scarlet expression. Nodoka leaned in and kissed Hinata.

Hinata was unable to kiss back, afraid of her own breath but Nodoka didn’t mind. It was pungent with cherry blossoms and wet but she found the kiss sufficiently sweet, kissing Hinata’s soft, balmy lips. They were tinged with pineapple and vanilla beneath that overwhelming sensation of cherry blossoms.

“Thank you, Nodoka…” Hinata murmured and somehow, she didn’t know or understand how but she wasn’t going to complain, she was cured, prettily, of her affliction.

The cherry blossom flowers on the bed or in her gut, disappeared. All with seemingly little aplomb. Even the branch that had to have been removed from her throat, all with a soft, fizzling noise that Hinata could hardly hear over the sound of her pounding heart. She still had the cuts and scrapes, but she was no longer growing flowers inside of her stomach. Hinata was cured and Nodoka was her blessed, angelic cure.

#100ships challenge #femslash #nodohina #healin good precure #healin good #precure #nodoka hanadera #hanadera nodoka #cure grace #cure sparkle #hiramitsu hinata #hinata hiramitsu #writing tag #i really like this fic so i hope you guys enjoy

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Chapter Four of The Friend Trap: Starring KT and Eddie

Things were not gonna do: remember that it’s been a year since i updated this

Nina didn’t want to be someone who ran away from her problems. And she wasn’t, truly. She had stayed after Sarah had sent her on a wild goose chase to find the cup of ankh. She had stayed after finding out she was the chosen one. She had stayed after Senkhara cursed her grandmother and sibuna- the only five people left she was sure she loved. She stayed and she fought.

Nina Martin wasn’t a quitter. She just wasn’t.

And no matter what Fabian or Eddie or anyone else at Anubis House thought of her, she certainly hadn’t quit on them. She had run from her former boarding school, but only to protect her friends. During that summer between junior and senior year, after almost being dragged down to the depths of hell to rule the underworld with Senkhara, the Egyptain Gods began to haunt her even worse than ever before. No longer did they choose to lurk around the dusty halls of Anubis House, but rather popping up during her daily life at home. She would be walking down her neighborhood street when, suddenly, Anubis would be walking next to her, taunting her with her worst nightmares. Like her grandmother dying, the one tether Nina had left to her parents. Or like Fabian or Amber or any of the Sibuna members being hunted down by death before they eventually succumbed. Osiris would plague her dreams, haunting her with images of her and those she loved being tortured in the underworld. Set would whisper tales of disaster running rampant on the earth killing mass numbers of innocent people, and that blood would be on Nina’s hands for not fulfilling her duties as the chosen one. Those were nightmares and curses Nina was determined to bear solely on her shoulders. And, god, it was a terrible year. Not having the rest of sibuna there to keep her morals up was something Nina never realized how much she had taken for granted. She missed Alfie inputting hilarious one liners and breaking up the tension of stress that so often hovered above the group. She missed Patricia, always offering a witty comment that often joked just how much danger they were truly in, while, at the same time, brought a smile to everyone’s face. She missed Amber being the group’s cheerleader who also encouraged everyone with a token of confidence and naive fortune. She missed Fabian being her right hand man and never doubting her, not even when she deserved it. All of that one top of her grandmother still struggling with her health was enough to send a girl right over the edge. And Nina refused to let Sibuna see her so broken and scared. She was supposed to be the strong one, the leader who kept preserving during tough times. But during that year, Nina was no leader. No one knew what the Gods had put her through that year. Not her gran. Not K.T. No one. And Nina was determined it stayed that way because, if anyone knew, then Nina wasn’t sure they would ever be able to look at her the same way.

That was why Nina had stormed out. Not because she was upset to see Fabian and Eddie. Not because she was mad K.T had been lying to her for their entire friendship or that her and Eddie had orchestrated this whole thing (if anything, she was secretly glad they had, but she would never let them know that). But because if anyone could see right through her and eventually get the truth out of her, it would be Fabian. He saw right through her. He always had. And he couldn’t find out what had happened to her that year. That was why Nina sat on a bench outside of the coffee store staring at the busty streets of New York City instead of inside with her friends. Not because she wanted to. She wanted nothing more than to reconnect with those she had left behind. But, she had to hide. She had to stay away from them. It was better for everyone (ok definitely not for her, but for them) even if they couldn’t see it.

Fabian had to be the one who came running after her. It had been that way since Patricia poured milk on her and he found her in the hallway claiming that her tears were due to her allergy to cats. He would always be the one who, no matter how hard she pushed and no matter how stubborn she was, would always come and find her. It may have taken him some time this go-around and it may have only happened due to a little snooping by his friends, but he had found his way back to her. He always would. That was why he had felt so betrayed by Nina when she didn’t return to Anubis House. He thought that the two of them had finally gotten their shit together. He had told her after all… that she was the one.

“Well, my chosen one”

Fabin knew that Nina was the one for him. After all that they had gone through together, truly, how could it be anyone else? Fabin had thought that Nina felt the same way. That was why he had felt so betrayed by her sudden departure. He would have understood if Nina needed to stay behind in the states to care for her gran. After the hell that Senkhara had put her through last year by using her gran’s health as a timepiece to push them to risk their lives, anyone would have understood that Nina needed to stay in the states to care for her gran. All it would have taken was one facetime and Fabian would have understood. Long distance would have been hard, but the two of them had already faced much, much worse. Facing off against a crazy man who was desperate to live forever? Completing life threatening tasks in a 100 year old tunnel created by a man who loved games in order to please an Egyptain ghost ruler? Having to save Nina from being dragged to the underworld by said ghost? The two had fought battles that were far outside the expected challenges of teenage couples. Sometimes it felt like they had led a life and more in their two years together. They had faced everything together, even when things got rough and Nina quit sibuna or when they broke up or when Nina fell down the hole in the senet game. No matter what, Fabin and Nina never gave up on one another. So why had Nina run away and refused to contact any of them?

Fabin saw her sitting on a bench right outside the coffee shop. And even though he hadn’t seen or spoke to her in two years or that he was rightfully pissed at her for falling off the face of the earth, he couldn’t help but still feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight of her. For years, he had dreamed of this very moment. But now that it was here, well he just didn’t know what to say or do.

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Call it her chosen one sense or whatever it may be, but Nina knew that someone was behind her and she had a pretty good guess of who it was. The raven haired boy who was her first love, her right hand man and her best friend, the first one she trusted with her secrets- Fabian.

“Hey, Fabian.” She muttered without even turning to face him to confirm that it was indeed him. “I figured you would be the one who ran after me.” She silently chuckled to herself.

“You always were,” she muttered just under her breath for only her to hear.

Fabian came around the bench and took the vacant stop next to her without replying. “Hey,” he finally said after a couple beats of silence.

An awkward silence of a mix of tension and words left unsaid hovered above the pair of estranged best friends. Neither knew where to even start. There was so much to unpack. So much to catch up on. So much to apologize for.

Nina was the first to break it. “I’m sorry,” she stated plainly, not even allowing herself to glance over to Fabian. Instead, she kept her gaze fixated on a stop light across the seat. Green. Yellow. Red.

How nice would it be to be on such a stable routine? She thought to herself. To never have to question which Egyptain god would terrorize you next?

“Don't be,” Fabian shrugged his shoulders. “I’m upset with tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum too for using us as pawns in their Parent Trap game.”

“Yeah…” Nina whispered. “But I am glad to see you again.” For the first time, she looked over at him and allowed a smile to creep over her face.

Fabian returned the smile and just for a fleeting moment everything was alright. It was like just for a moment, they were transported back to a moment when they were two lovesick teenagers hiding crushes on one another. But the magic of that moment was broken just as it had started with Fabian clearing his throat and asking the one question she knew he was bound to ask but she could never answer.

“So, then why did you do it?”

It was like the hustle and bustle of New York City fell silent. Like Victor had just given his award winning speech at 10 p.m every night just before he let his pin drop and silence cursed the halls of Anubis House. (Nina never realized she would miss that annoying speech so much, yet she found herself looking at the clock at 10 pm wishing she was hiding out in her room with Amber as they waited to sneak out). His voice was so calm and collective; yet, somehow, that was worse then if he was yelling.

Nina knew he wasn’t referring to her running off nor was he referring to her not returning to Anubis House. He was mad that she left without any contact but only a letter to explain her sudden departure. That she never heard him out. That she never gave a warning sign. That she left him in exile. That she became a myth, a ghost that haunted him everywhere he went. But she wasn’t ready to give him the true answer to that. She would die with that secret, buried six feet under.

“My gran was sick. You know that.” Nina started out with a simple statement. It wasn’t a lie.

Fabian ran his hand through his hair- his tale-tale sign that he was nervous or frustrated. “I know that, Nina.”

(Nina hated the way he barked out her name. Like it meant nothing more to him than four simple letters, two syllables.)

“But you didn’t have to fall off the face of the earth. You could have called or texted or facetimed. At the very least, you could have told us beforehand that you weren't coming back. You didn’t have to let Mr. Sweet ambush us with the news. Even if you never wanted to see us again, that was the very least you owed us.”

“I never wanted that to happen! You seriously think I wanted to cut off all contact? That I wanted to leave behind the one place that felt like home to me full of people that I loved? That I wanted to leave behind you?” Nina’s voice rose in volume, not with anger but rather with hurt. How could he think that she never wanted to see them again? “Like I said in the letter, seeing you all would have hurt me too much. Even just keeping in contact would have reminded me too much of what I had left behind. It would have changed my mind in an instant and I would have caught the first flight back to England. But I couldn’t do that. I just couldn’t come back.”

“Why not?” Fabian probed. “I know it wasn’t because of that crap you wrote in the letter about the osirian and the chosen one not being in the same place. I know that you can't lie to save your life, Nina, but you could have come up with a better lie than that.”

Nina broke her gaze away from Fabian, which had been glued to him since they began arguing. Lying to him hurt enough already, but she couldn’t look him dead in the eyes and do it. “I told you. My gran was sick. I needed to stay behind and care for her.”

Her words were barely above a whisper, but Fabian heard every word. He shook his head ever so slightly.

“No,” he said as if it were a simple fact. “There is more to it than that. You wouldn’t have put us, put me, through so much pain if it were just because your gran was sick. For whatever reason, there is something that you’re not telling me.”

He got up to leave and head back inside but, before he did, he delivered the words that were the final blow. Words that pierced Nina’s heart right open.

“I thought you trusted me more than that. That after everything we had been through together, that we could tell each other anything. I thought we were stronger than that. But I guess I just really didn’t you all that well after all.”

Nina felt a tear slip down her cheek before the dam broke and the rest followed quickly. Even after she left Anubis House, she never thought she would lose Fabian. Knowing that he was out there, no matter how hurt and mad he was at her, was enough for her. But now she felt like she had lost him for good and she didn’t know if she would ever gain his trust back. After everything, all the curses, all the haunting by egyptain gods, that was her worst fear. And it looked like it may have just come true.

#it’s been 10 years since this gosh darn show aired #I NEED a fabina endgame for my own damn sanity #it’s not even funny #how this show STILL has me in a chokehold #house of anubis #hoa #fabina #fabian rutter #nina martin #houseofanubis #sibuna #listen y’all #i love these dorks so much

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hypermanga · 4 years

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Choices, choices (Eric x reader)

Requested by: @rachelcarroll1819

Request: Hi can you do a imagine where the reader is the daughter of Jeanine Matthews and she is divergent and bff with four and in a relationship with Eric please and thank you.

Word Count: 1628

Warnings: Cuss words and perhaps Eric being a little OOC? ~

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Your mother's face was in every Chicago's screen, her scrutinizing gaze that you had gotten to know so well reached to any corner of the city, always looking out for them.

Divergents.

To her, a threat to the faction system. To you, someone beyond who could guide humanity to a better tomorrow, one where you were not defined by your aptitudes, but the actions of your everyday life. Like it had just been before the war.

It was weird for you to disagree with your mother, but ever since the aptitude test you started to percept the world with another lense, a divergent's one; You had become what your mother despised the most, and you knew about her plans, so you decided to make the most rational decision: transfer to Dauntless. There you could prepare for whatever your mother had prepared for your kind and all the "collateral victims", as she put it.

For what you didn't prepare was meeting who could possibly be the love of your life: he was caring and well-read in private, but displayed a brash, cold and sometimes sadistic behaviour towards Initiates. You had met him after entering Dauntless, being Max who had greeted you at the roof.

Four, your best friend since two or three when you made the bold choice of sassying Eric after he had told you for an hour long that you were not going to pass the cut "Got some fire in you" The former Abnegation boy had said, patting your back before letting Eric do whatever he was about to do. After all, he was a leader and Four was a subordinate.

As for Eric, you still weren't able to pinpoint the exact moment you fell for him: perhaps it was the time he had gone out of his way to help you improve your position to perfect your punches, or perhaps one night where he caught you doing a stroll in the night and joined you, having a long conversation,...There were so many occasions that had made you fall a little bit more for him, but you considered it more of a crush than anything else.

As soon as Initiation had finished and you were asked to become a trainer alongside Four you couldn't be happier, but Four outdid himself telling you how he had heard Eric talking to Max about how he felt about you "Today's not April Fools I recall" "That's because it is not. Be careful, he can be dangerous" " I know how to take care of myself. Remember, I was once an Erudite like him, not some lovesick dove"

But you fell. And hard.

Sadly all hell broke loose, as the alliance between Dauntless and Erudite stepped into the light. Tobias and you decided to escape Dauntless alongside Tris Prior, his girlfriend and Initiation acquaintance for you. You could still remember the train that had brought you to one place you never expected to be living in. Amity: all that peace serum and smiling all day didn't sit right to you, it felt as if they wanted to evade everything bad thing that was going on around them as an excuse to not intervene.

Johanna had been really kind (ironically) letting you stay, you would give her that, but working in the fields was not made for you. Nor cooking. Nor being happy all the damn time, which seemed to be the base point of your relationship with Tris. She seemed like a nice girl and really in love with Tobias, so you approved of their relationship. Now, for the other two companions, Peter and Caleb, you were skeptical about the first after he had gotten into a fight during lunchtime with Tris.

It had been another tranquil morning when Dauntless trucks pulled up the path that lead to Amity, Eric leading them and ready to hunt Divergents for Jeanine. Ever since you'd escaped he had delved into his work, leaving any kind of feelings he had harboured for you during Initiation aside: he had taken interest in you at first because of your sassiness towards him as well as your closeness with Four: he had spent so many nights thinking about your determination to pass Initiation, how you laughed at the things Four said...It made him sick to say the least. But then he'd gotten the chance to become closer to you, and even though he had tried to fool himself that he was doing that to piss off Four, any fool could see he had also fallen just as hard as her.

'Falling for the boss's daughter, great fucking job Eric' He had mutered to himself in between punches 'And someone who has taken the oposite side in this conflict, you just won grand prize Eric' Punch 'She chose Four over you' Punch 'She might now see you as a soulless monster' One last punch before he broke the bag, sand spilling everywhere, making him huff in disdain.

Those same thoughts threatened to cloud his vision now, so he pushed them aside to concentrate on his task: hunting those damned Divergents. His team had gathered everyone in the dining room before he and Max decided to check for anyone hidden,starting with the stables and Johanna's office upstairs.

Just like you, he had a special disdain for Amity: problems had to be tackled,not ignored. Zooming out as Johanna greated them, he just checked her with his device to list her off before moving on to the stables.

As soon as you saw those trucks, Tris, Tobias, Caleb and you made a run for it, the three hiding in Johanna's office and you in the stables "I'll catch up with you!" You said to them, ushering them away. You blended with the shadows as best you could, for you knew if someone checked your divergence percentatge you were done.

It seemed like time was going too slow, before a figure stepped inside the stables. Eric. 'Play hide and seek with a Dauntless leader they said. It will be fun they said' you thought to yourself. Even now as your enemy, you still found him just as handsome as the first day you'd seen him.

You felt your heart stop as he walked up and down the stables, stopping just to pet some horses, which in all honesty you found adorable, before his eyes fixated in your hiding spot "I'm surprised you didn't run with the others" He smirked, grasping your arm "I'm Dauntless, I don't run from things. But I'm damn sure that I will not stay while you and my mother kill Divergents for...What purpose exactly? A system! A fucking system! You're killing innocent people who cannot be just one thing, is that a crime Eric?" He looked at you coldly, unaffected "You are a Dauntless, and an Erudite as well as I was! I'm pretty sure you can understand there's a lack of logic! What has she promised you: Fame? Honor? A high position? Nothing but empty promises bathed in blood Eric!"

As you freed from his grasp, which was lacking force, you balled your fists "Please Eric. I know you can understand...Please, don't do this" Your pleas fell short as Eric brought out the machine that analyzed your divergence percentage. You looked at him defiantly "Go on, Eric" The venom-coated way that his name left your lips made him almost flinch, but what broke his façade was the 'Divergent, 60%' that left his device.

Chuckling lowly "Checkmate" You held your arms in surrender, smiling "Get it over with. I don't want to live in a dictatorship, worse my mum's" You grabbed Eric's gun giving it to him and, slowly and steady, brought it to your heart.

He felt numb, in a crossroad: he had a mission, but there you were in your Amity's clothes as beautiful as ever, looking at him with a dim hope in your more lifeless eyes as the seconds passed.

Dropping his device, he walked past you, punching a wall "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You knew he had quite the temper, but you knew that in this particular occasion he was not just boosting out, but battling his own demons. He kept punching the wood, blood starting to drool from his fists "Eric stop!Look at me!" He slumped on his knees in defeat"First my family, then Initiation, now this" He sniffed "Why can't anything go the way I want?" Grabbing his face in between your hands, you also dropped to your knees "Because we can't control everything, I wish I could myself..." You shrugged sadly "But our choices and attitudes can change our perspective of things, and even their consequences" "You always know what to say, now do you?" He chuckled "Well, this has brought your attention. Now you decide if it is for better or for worse" You smiled and, as he looked into your eyes, saw his decision made up "I will not give up someone who truly believes that something good can come out of me"

Now it was his turn to grab your face, approaching it to his as your lips connected in a soft kiss. It was not the kind of kiss that you would expect from Eric, all rough edges, but the from the true Eric, that boy who has felt rejected all his life and has hid all his fears behind a tough demeanor.

As you parted Eric stood up, offering you his hand which you accepted gladly "Now where to (Y/N)?"

"To the battlefield"

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tsrookie · 4 years

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Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie

#open heart #open heart second year #dr ethan ramsey x mc #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #mercy goes nuts #happy three years of Reputation🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤#ethan ramsey

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perpetualoverthinker · 4 years

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1950 (Kie x Reader)

Summary: *song: 1950 by King Princess* y/n has been in love with Kie for as long as she can remember. After years of pining and unrequited feelings, y/n is content with being “just friends.” That is, until those feelings seem to be reciprocated.

Warnings: swearing

WC: 1.8k (I got carried away...)

A/N: God, I love this song. I’ve only seen a handful of Kie fics and I really wanted to give my girl some more love!! Plus, I’m a sucker for secret dating tropes 🥺 So here it is, the friends to secret lovers fic no one asked for lol.

I hate it when dudes try to chase me But I love it when you try to save me ‘Cause I’m just a lady

“Nice dance moves,” The random touron had come up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. “How about you put some of those moves on me?” You stopped swaying and turned around, pushing the guy’s slimy hands off of you.

“I’m okay,” you said as you backed up.

“Hey, don’t be like that sweetheart.” He took a step towards you. You scanned the beach hoping to lock eyes with one of the pogues so they could save you. Luckily, your eyes landed on the girl you had been madly in love with since middle school. Catching your silent plea, Kie strode over to you.

“y/n!” she shrilled in a fake drunk voice. “I think we need another drink!” Slurring her words, she stumbled into you and spilled her beer all over the boy in front of you.

“Shit!” He stumbled back and glared at Kie, obviously annoyed. She had slung her arm over your shoulder and was leaning her whole weight into you. You wrapped both of your arms around her waist to hold her up, your heart fluttering at how close she was. Her hair smelled like coconuts…

“I should probably go take care of her,” you said as you looked up at the touron, who had already lost interest.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled.

With your arms still around her waist, you turned around and dragged Kie off towards the opposite side of the beach. Once the two of you were far enough away, you grabbed her face and lovingly kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you for saving me!”

“Anything for you, malady.”

I love it when we play 1950 It's so cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me I'm surprised when you kiss me

It was another night at the Wreck. After surfing all day and hanging out at the chateau, you and the boys found your way to the restaurant, starving and begging for scraps. One by one, you, JJ, John B., and Pope scrambled into the family establishment, making a beeline to the girl standing behind the counter.

“Jesus, not again.” Kie laughed and rolled her eyes. “You all are insatiable.”

Everyone made their way around one of the tables while Kie grabbed leftovers from the wave of tourists that had come earlier that day. As the night went on, the Wreck was filled with dancing and laughing and fighting over fries.

Kie twirled you around and pulled you close while the two of you danced to your favorite song. It was moments like these that made you fall for her. The way she looked at you and smiled that perfect smile. You couldn’t help but love her. She separated from you, still swaying, and looked over at the table of boys (who were still miraculously shoving food down their throats).

“Come on, John B.” Kie was twirling around and pointed her finger at him, beckoning him to dance with her.

“No, I’m good,” he chuckled, but you knew no one could resist Kie’s charms. You stepped back, heart faltering a little, as John B. took your place. With your mood suddenly dampened, you went back to the table.

“I’m going home.” Everyone stopped and looked at you.

“What?” Pope asked mid fry.

“What’s wrong?” Kie said, stepping out from behind John B.

“Nothing. I’m just tired,” you announced quickly. You hurriedly said your goodbyes, then took off out the door.

“What’s up with her?” JJ asked, tipping his chair to watch you rush down the ramp.

Kie started towards the door, hot on your track. “I’ll go talk to her.”

“y/n! Wait!” You didn’t turn around as Kie ran to catch up to you. “y/n, what’s the matter?” She lightly pulled on your arm to turn you around. You hadn’t noticed before, but you had started to cry. You quickly wiped at your face, hoping she wouldn’t catch you. Except she did. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. You can tell me what’s up.”

“No, I can’t!” There was no point in trying to hide your tears, so you just let them run down your cheeks. “That’s the thing! I can’t tell you!”

“What are you talking about? You can tell me anything!”

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “I can’t just stand there anymore and let you look at me the way you do, while knowing you don’t feel the same as me.” You let a sob escape your mouth and quickly clasped your hand over it. Recovering, you sniffled and moved your hand. “I don’t want to be just friends. I want something more. But I know you don–”

You felt Kie’s hands grab your face and pull it in towards hers. When your lips touched, it felt as if everything around you was falling away and you melted into her kiss. It was passionate, but not lustful, sweet, but not chaste, and it was perfect. When you pulled away, both of you were rosy cheeked.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that…” Kie giggled.

So tell me why my gods look like you And tell me why it's wrong So I'll wait for you, I'll pray I will keep on waiting for your love For you, I'll wait

You and Kie had been sneaking around for about two months after she had kissed you that night at the Wreck. Every time you were together, your heart swelled and all you wanted to do was smile like the lovesick teenager you were. When you were around the boys, it was longing glances and secret touches. Holding hands under the table and quick kisses behind backs.

The two of you were lying on your bed, limbs tangled together. You were playing with her hair while you watched the ceiling fan go around and around.

“Do you think we should tell them?” The question almost comes out as a whisper.

“Tell who what?” You knew she was playing dumb, trying to dodge the question. She had been dodging the question all week. As much as you liked sneaking around, you wanted to be able to hold her hand in public and tell others that you were together.

“Come on. I’m serious.”

“Can’t we wait a little longer?” She buried her face further into your chest. “Sneaking around is hot anyways,” she smirked.

“Kie, for real. What is this really about?”

Kie sat up and turned to face you, but her eyes quickly dropped to the side. She looked anxious, you thought. “It’s just…people don’t know about me,” she paused. “And about you. It’s a small town and you know how these people are. How they’re all fucking vultures just looking for prey.” She pulled your hands into her lap, circling her thumbs on the insides of your palms. “I don’t want people judging us, and what we are, when they don’t even know us…”

“But the guys know us. You know they’d never say anything.” You looked her in the eyes and squeezed her hands. “They love us.”

“I know, I know. I’m just not ready yet.” She avoided your gaze, unwilling to look at you. “I-I understand if you don’t want to do this anymore…”

“God no, Kie.” You pulled her into a hug, almost crushing her. “Listen,” you pulled back, “I’ll wait for you, ok? I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Kie smiled and leaned in to kiss you. As the kiss deepened, you both fell back onto the bed, giggling on your way down.

I like it when we play 1950 So bold, make them know that you're with me Stone cold, will you miss me?

Trying to keep you and Kie a secret was getting harder and harder. You were tired of hiding but didn’t want to push Kie into something she wasn’t ready for. Staying a secret is better than losing her you repeated to yourself time and time again.

Midsummers was fast approaching and you and Kie were forced to attend at the demands of your families. The week of the event, all the two of you could do was complain about it. With each other, with the boys, with your parents. You didn’t think it could get any worse until Kie had finally told you what her parents had planned.

Much like the dated and ritualistic practice of a debutante, Kie’s parents had set her up with a random rich kook so that she could “come out” at the party. Ironic, you thought. Of course, you didn’t want her to go with him, but you also knew her parents wouldn’t back down. So instead, you pitifully nodded and told her you didn’t mind. You knew she disliked the idea as much as you did.

It was dusk and kooks were flocking into the outdoor venue. When you had arrived there, you spotted Pope and went straight to him, trying to avoid any kook interaction. You had noticed JJ gallivanting around, dressed like a waiter, and you asked Pope about it. He only shrugged his shoulders and said, “JJ being JJ.” You still hadn’t seen Kie anywhere and you stood on your toes trying to spot the curly haired girl. You tried to calm your nerves at the thought of seeing her with someone who wasn’t you. That’s when you spotted her near the back door of the country club, arguing with her parents. A tall, lanky guy in grey dress pants and a white button up stood behind them, awkwardly listening to the Carreras.

Kie happened to glance your way and her whole demeanor softened. You ached to go up there and kiss her, but you just smiled at her reassuringly. Suddenly, you saw something shift in her. Without looking at her parents, she started walking towards you confidently. Her parents demanded she come back, but kept quiet, not wanting to make a scene. In only a few seconds, the girl you loved so much was standing in front of you, reaching for your hands.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“Something I should have done a long time ago.” She started to lean in towards you, but you stopped her.

“Wait…” She knew what you were trying to say without even saying it. All she had to do was look into your eyes. Are you sure?

She nodded, her beautiful smile creeping onto her face while she pulled you into a lengthy kiss.

“Oh shit…” you heard Pope say behind you.

“It’s about time!” shouted JJ from the side. This caused you to break the kiss, the two of you laughing at your friends. You saw a few disapproving looks from some guests, but you were too happy to even care. Looking at Kie, you felt like you were glowing from within.

“Let’s dance!” you said, dragging Kie hand in hand onto the dance floor.

#outer banks netflix #outer banks imagine #obx netflix #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #kiara carrera #kie carrera #kie x reader #kiara x reader #kiara carrera imagine #kie imagine

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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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Twisted Wonderland //Yandere Pomefiore//

Happy Holidays to @edda-blattfe and @maichiruhanabira/ @poisonepel hope you like this little gift! I think I went a little overbaord with Rook’s but hey it’s me what where you guys expecting?

Warning: Yandere themes, blood, slight gore.

Vil Schoenheitan

The arrogant prince conceals his lovesick notions behind a calm collected and narcissistic veil. To any oblivious onlooker, Vil is too wrapped up with himself and his astonishing beauty to ever even consider being interested in someone else. Even you, you'll never suspect that the evil prince has fallen all so deeply for you.

His attraction starts mild, It's nothing more than a slight peak of interest in the new girl. Something is dazzling about her, the glint in her eyes, the porcelain skin that stretches to cover her corps, the silky threads of her hair. She's gorgeous....but still not as gorgeous as she could be. It's then and there that he declares that his attraction is only one of concern, he has to help you look your best to reach your full potential! After all, he will soon be a king and a good king must be of aide to his less fortunate subjects!

He approaches you one day after class, inviting you to assist him with his latest batch of beauty products. You're not particularly given a chose in the matter, before you can even stutter out a reply he's grabbed your wrist just a little too tightly and is dragging you towards the Pomefiore dorms just a little too quickly. He makes you try on hundreds of different shades of every makeup know to mankind. Uses the sweetest smelling soaps to bathe you in. Washes your hair in shampoos and conditioners that all smell speciously like apples. When he's done you can practically feel how your body is shining, you've never felt this clean and pure in your life.

That's it that's all it is for the longest time. Vil takes the process slowly, he builds up your trust. Making you believe that he only has your best interest in mind. Soon you start to fall for him. How could you not? He's so generous and gorgeous, he's every girl's dream.

MY lovely (Y/N)

Vil wears the mask of the caring boyfriend, he gives you the most lavish and expensive gifts, designer dresses, custom made jewelry, he pays for so many extracurricular classes for you, such as different types of dance classes, piano, etiquette. He'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of on a silver platter accompanied by the sweetest compliments and most fragile kisses.

It all starts to border on over baring. It's all too much! You're slowly suffocating.

You want to leave him, your one true wish is to leave Vil but there is always something drawing you back. Every time you try to strike up the conversation with him regarding the topic, he offers you some type of gift usually in the form of a candy apple. After just the tiniest bite, your confidence starts to waver, you feel dizzy and can never remember why you wanted to break up with such a perfect man in the first place.

You will forever belong to me

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Vil never forces himself onto you. He wants you to enjoy your more "intimate moments" with him. You'll have to show him very clear signs if you want him and are ready for him before he even considers touching you in that manner.

Vil's favorite punishments are exhibition and degradation. He spends so much time building up your confidence making you believe that you are truly the second most exquisite person in all of Night Raven. Only to crash it all down, to tell how revolting your appearance is how you're only beautiful because of the cosmetics he gives you and the lotions and perfumes you use. He'll deprive you of all of them. Which will cause you do go into a maniacal fit. You need those products, you need to be beautiful, Vil needs to only see you at your best.

As for exhibition, Vil will have no problem showing you off in your worst state. He'll make you leave the dorms and attend class with old ragged clothes, unwashed hair, and no makeup on. You'll be embarrassed and promise never to miss behave again. He's only doing this for you Vil reassures it's so your personality can become as beautiful as your face. But deep down you truly doubt it.

Epel Felmier

Epel is such a soft and obsessive yandere. All he wants is for his darling to be happy! He'll do anything, anything at all for you to just smile at him. Most times it even seems as though you're the one in control of this relationship. Epel will never harm his darling in any way, he'll pout and cry but never inflict any physical or psychological damage.

Vil and Rook will probably have to convince Epel to kidnap you. They claim it's for the best but the first year is so very hesitant. If he keeps you in his room like a caged bird he's depriving you of all the things that make you happy. It takes so much manipulation from the two, third years. They promise that this is the only way to keep his darling safe. That she can mingle with their darling whenever she desires. That all of this will only make her love Epel more!

Epel will shower you in lavish and adorable gifts, your room is practically one of a fairy tale princess. The color scheme is bright purple with violet lining and lavender undertones. Your closet is filled to the brim with dresses, ballroom gowns, and other "cutesie" clothes. Stuffed animals cover every inch of the room with a few of them on the large plush bed. In a sense, the room is made as a sort of compromise, You have to stay locked up in there but at least you have everything you've ever dreamed of.

(Y/N) Smile for me...

Epel tries to take you outside as much as possible. He tries to come up with cute date ideas like going to the park or carnival. It's all to make you feel normal again to give you a sense of normality. And they would work too...if only Epel didn't insist on holding your hand the entire time and that you aren't permitted to talk to anyone other than him.

And tell me you love me

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Epel tries to learn as much about you as possible. He already has the basics down pat, favorite color, favorite food, how long you usually sleep for, you favorite movie, the little reactions when you're nervous, how you stress certain letters in your speech, the type of cake you like, how you always put the elastic on your right wrist when you're doing your hair.

He'll never punish you if you make him upset he'll just cry or refuse to talk to you until you apologies and start kissing the length of his neck.

He gets Vil to give you a makeover at least twice a week. He sees how much you enjoy spending a few short hours with another person and despite his jealousy lets it happen. Anything to see that beautiful smile...anything at all...

Rook Hunt

Rook is a possessive and delusional mix with high stalker and obsessive tendencies. In Rook's disturbed mind you already love him, the two of you would be dating if certain people would stop getting in the way! It's all their fault! Those ignorant, clingy, self-centered brats that you dare to call "friends". They keep gossiping about him, making you believe that he is a deranged and treacherous man when in reality he is a sweet and caring lover!

That's what he keeps telling himself as he dragged one of your friends into the snowy woods in the unholy hours of the night. As he tied them to a bare tree and shot them again and again and again. Until he reaches for his quiver to retrieve another arrow only to note that there is none left. He leaves them there with arrow holes in there body and blood everywhere else. Director Crowly has to clean up the hunter's mess early the next morning.

But the problem is still there! Heck, it's even worse now! There are even more people surrounding you and keeping you away from him. Rook is a reasonable man he knows he can't possibly kill everyone at Night Raven so he goes for the alternative. He steels you away!

You're the most beautiful thing on this earth

Of course, he makes it into a "fun" game of cat and mouse first. Before you know what's going on, there is an arrow piercing your dorm room door then another and another. You climb out the window run into the haunted woods. 'Someone is trying to kill you!' That's all that's running through your head!

Arrows fly inches away from your forme. There close, always so close, but they never quite touch you. In due time your legs start to get heavy, your lungs are failing, it's freezing, you're just starting to notice that... you're in a pair of shorts and a tank top. A few more steps, come on you can do it.

But you can't and you freeze and fall onto your side. You close your eyes hoping it will all go away. icy tears prick at your side and you hear footsteps getting closer and closer. Someone rolls you onto your back. You're expecting a final blow for your blood to be splattered onto the white snow. Instead, you feel something wet trail up your neck. flowed by what you can only assume is a kiss. It's too cold to think and darkness slowly engulfs you, the trail of kisses never stops even as you slowly fade out.

After that fateful night, your life is thrown into disarray. You're kept as a trophy for Rook to show off. He captured you just as he would have done with any pray, only differences while those animals get serenity in death, you are forced to live in hell with the lovesick hunter that fancies himself your "lover".

I wonder, can you outrun my bow and arrow?

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Rook's punishments consist of depriving you of basic needs and necessities. You're left in a dark room chained to a wall with barely anything on. You're given scrapes and droplets for food and water. His treatment of you is worse than that of some savage beast.

Rook does love you thought and he will reward you every time you remember to greet him when he comes back to the dorm. Or when you behave when he takes you outside to socialize with his friends and their beloveds.

His rewards are usually some elegant pieces of jewelry. All with decorative charms made to resemble bows and arrows. So you will always know who owns you.

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {2/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap

Word Count: 1819

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She was sat on the rickety stairs of the hotel, closely watching the news coverage of the earlier events along with the rest of her class. She’d since dried off, changed clothes but still held on tightly to the cape. She felt conflicted, to say the least. For as long as she could remember she felt an enthralling connection to Peter and thought this trip could be the perfect time to make her move. Yet ever since that mysterious man saved her from the river, he was all she could think about. Every thought was consumed by him. Who he was? Where did he come from? Would she ever see him again?

“What is it with you and Spider-Man?” MJ asked Flash, snapping her out of her trance.

“What? He’s just awesome, okay? He protects the neighbourhood, and you know, he’s inspiring. He inspires me to be a better man.” Flash explained, she smirked to herself as she watched Peter walk into the conversation. “Sup dickward. Thought you drown with her.”

“Not funny Flash.” She glared at him.

“I’m kidding sweetheart, my heart would be broken if your pretty little ass drowned.” Peter went to step towards Flash, she put her up to stop him.

“Don’t, he’s not worth it.” Flash smirked at Peter’s angry expression, knowing he’d won in pissing Peter off.

“Sounds like the guy’s called Mysterio.” Brad said, drawing the attention back to the news broadcast.

“L’uomo del Misterio is Italian for man of mystery. They don’t actually know who he is.” MJ explained. Brad stared admiringly at her, once again impressed by her brain.

“Mysterio.”

“Cool name,” Ned and Betty said at the same time, “babe.” They glanced at each other, the puppy love clear in their eyes. MJ rolled her eyes at the two of them.

As soon as the show was over Peter and Ned retired to their room. Peter had to listen to a minute of Ned’s lovesick ramblings about Betty before he was suddenly cut off. He collapsed onto the bed in front of him. Peter looked around, shocked to see Nick Fury sat in the corner of his hotel room.

“You’re a very difficult man to contact, Spiderman.” Fury said, the same deadpan voice as always. Peter finally saw in person just how intimidating the man truly was.

“Your Nick Fury.” Peter said, staring wide-eyed at him. “You, you shot Ned.” He pointed exasperatedly to his unconscious friend.

“It’s a mild tranquilliser, he’ll be fine.” Fury replied, clearly unfazed by knocking an innocent bystander out. “I used to know everything. Then, I come back five years later and now, I know nothing. No intel, no team, and a high school kid is dodging my calls.” He carried on, growing increasingly more frustrated.

“I’m sorry.”

“Here’s what I do know... a week ago, a village in Mexico was wiped out by a cyclone.” He pulled up a hologram of the scene. “Witnesses say that cyclone had a face. A village was destroyed by what may well be another world-threatening. Today a whirlpool knocked out half a city. We need you to step up and help.”

“I can’t, I'm here for …”

“Get your suit, meet me outside in 10.” Fury stood up, leaving Peter no room for arguing. “Oh, and bring your friend.”

“You knocked him out.”

“The girl.” Fury said before promptly leaving the room. Peter stood in place, eyes fixed on the seat Fury was sat in. Why the hell did they want her there? On one hand, he wanted to keep her as far away from superhero duties as possible, but on the other, he thought it would be an even worse idea to face Fury without her. He went down to her room, knocking on the door.

“Peter, what are you doing here.” She asked.

“Can anyone else hear?” Peter glanced hastily into the room.

“No, Betty passed out a few minutes after Ned stopped responding to her texts. Why what’s happened?”

“Nick Fury just talked to me.”

“No way, I thought you were avoiding his calls.”

“I was, until he showed up in my room, knocked out Ned and demanded I go with him.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“He said you need to come as well.”

“What?” She looked shocked.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s cause you came in contact with one of those monsters.”

“Maybe, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll meet you in your room.” Peter nodded before running back, rummaging through his suitcase to find the suit May packed for him. He’d just put it on when he heard her come into his room.

“You ready?” Peter asked as he opened the window.

“Is Ned gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just a mild tranquilliser.” He responded. He climbed out the window, sitting on the windowsill, holding out his arm for her. She quickly climbed out to sit beside him, wrapping herself around his waist and bracing herself for the drop. Peter shot out a web and swung down to where Fury was waiting for them.

“I’m never gonna get used to that.”

The three of them sat on a gondola, floating down the river to an unknown location.

“Stark left you these.” Fury said, passing Peter a case containing Tony’s signature glasses. “Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Stark said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference.” Fury scoffed. Peter looked longingly at the glasses, after noticing his discomfort she reached out to wrap an arm around his shoulder. He instantly leaned into her touch. They finally reached an underground base. “You breathe a word of this to anyone and no one will find your body.” Fury warned her. “This is Mr Beck.” Fury said. A man wearing the same suit as earlier, only without the fishbowl helmet on. He’s older than her or Peter, a good ten years on the both of them. He had a handsome, rugged face with worn-out eyes.

“Mysterio.” The two college students said in unison.

“What?”

“It’s just what my friends have been calling you.” Peter explained.

“Well, you can call me Beck,” he said, holding out his hand for Peter to shake. Quentin then turned to her, shaking her hand but holding on for a few seconds too long, before Fury cleared his throat. “You handled yourself well out there today.” He turned his attention back to Peter. “I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world.”

“Thanks, wait, your world?”

“Mr Beck is from earth, just not our one.” Fury revealed.

“Multiple realities, I’m from Earth 833, this is Earth 616.”

“I'm sorry, you're saying there's a multiverse? Cause I thought that was just theoretical. That completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. We're talking about an internal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum? It's insane …” He trailed off as he noticed Fury’s stare. While she was in no way stupid, she had always admired how much more intelligent Peter was than her, then everyone. “I’m sorry, it’s just really cool.”

“Don’t ever apologise for being the smartest person in the room,” Beck reassured Peter. “But my earth’s gone now, they destroyed it, took my family.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter said, Beck shrugged it off, trying not to look downcast for too long.

“Anyway,” Fury said, pulling out another hologram, explaining to Peter about the next monster attack, elementals as he called them. He filled Peter in on their plan. As he did that, Beck pulled her to the side.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here.” Beck said to her, holding onto her arms lightly. She nodded quickly. “Well, you probably won’t believe me, but,” he paused, “you look exactly like my wife from my dimension.”

“What?” She said confused.

“I’m sorry for springing that on to you, and I don’t want to make you feel obligated to do anything, or even to deal with me. But I just had to see your face again.” Tears began to form in his eyes. His grip grew tighter, as though he was scared she’d vanish if he let go.

“No, it’s fine,” she reached up, cupped his cheeks and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. She smiled as he leaned into her touch, placing his hand above her.

“Thank you,” He whispered softly.

“Tell me about her.”

“She was the most perfect person I’ve ever met. She was older than you, closer to my age. But we met in college, so she was around your age then. She looked exactly like you, so beautiful,” she blushed deeply and looked down, Beck quickly placed his hand under her chin, making her look back up at him, “she was kind, the most selfless person I ever had the pleasure of knowing. You sound like her, you’ve been acting like her, hell, you even dress like her.” He laughed. She felt an odd sense of pride being compared to this woman, being admired by a man like Beck.

“She sounds wonderful.”

“She was. This might be a bit of a long shot, but, meeting you has set something alight in me. Something I haven’t since she died. But is there any chance I could get your number, or something so I can talk to you again.” She nodded, smiling as she pulled out her phone to give him her details.

Peter overheard everything, a green-eyed monster erupting inside him. He was already against the idea of joining this mission and hearing her and Beck talk only made him want to distance himself (and in turn her) from this.

“Sir, look, I really wanna help. But if my aunt finds out that I left my class trip, she's gonna kill me. And if I'm seen like this in Europe, after the Washington Monument, my whole class will figure out who I am and then, and then the whole world will figure out who I am, then I'm done.” Peter rambled as soon as Fury was done explaining.

“Okay.”

“Wait, really.”

“Why don't you get back before your teachers miss you and become suspicious.” Peter tried to read Fury’s expression, but once again it was impossible to know what the man was thinking.

“Thank you, Mr Fury, and good luck.” He looked over to her, watching as she reluctantly pulled away from Beck.

“See you kid.” Beck waved to Peter. He knew Beck meant no harm by the nickname, but he couldn’t help but feel lesser to him. What if he was still that kid from Queens in her eyes? Suddenly he had this man, this hero, openly showing his interest. Competing with his classmates for her attention was hard enough, let alone introducing this new superhero.

“I hope to see you again soon.” Beck said affectionately before she could fully leave his grip.

“Me too.”

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pandas-pandemonium · 5 years

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Per Sempre Insieme

Pairing: Yandere!Team Buccellati x Fem!Stand User!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Yandere (in later chapters), Slow Burn, Angst

Setting: Post-Vento Aureo, Everyone Lives!AU, Post-PHF

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 , More to Come

Summary: Catching the eye of the new don of Passioné was the last thing a hitman like yourself wanted to do, but what's worse is that you capture the attention and hearts of five other men too. Along with trying to avenge your sister's death, as well as dealing with six lovesick men, how will you ever survive?

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Chapter 1

June 2003, Naples, Italy

Summer, the time of the year Giorno both loved and hated at the same time. Summer was great, mainly because he had summer vacation, allowing him to focus on running Passione during the next three months. However, he couldn’t find the heat enjoyable in the slightest. With the burning sun out at 11 in the morning already, he was regretting his decision to personally visit his favourite restaurant to collect the protection money. Heck, Bruno himself offered to do so, and so did countless other members of the mafia. But for some reason, he denied their offers to perform the task and headed there himself. It wasn’t like there was much danger anyways, few people knew the new don of Passione's face. He did however, bring along Sheila E. as his bodyguard, just to give Bruno peace of mind. The older man just wouldn’t stop insisting he bring someone along for his protection.

He was about halfway to the restaurant when a blur of [H/C] flew right by him and into the alleyway the two happened to pass. Fortunately, the Don recovered quickly enough to see a girl, perhaps not much older than him, pull open a door from the wall and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“A stand user?” He wondered to himself under his breath. His interest in the passing stand user did not go by Sheila’s eyes as she tilted her head and looked up at the taller male.

“Is there anything you would need me to do, D- Giorno?” she asked, catching herself from addressing her boss by his title just in time. Giorno’s blue eyes shifted to the smaller female, and smiled gently.

“Not at the moment Sheila…Perhaps after we finish what we came here for, then we can look into that…incident,” he said. The girl nodded and resumed walking towards the restaurant.

After an hour or so, the duo walked out of the restaurant, stomachs full from the early lunch they just had, and headed to the alleyway they last saw the [H/C] girl disappear in.

“Sheila, I would like you to use your stand here, so we can figure out who that stand user was, or at least, their motives. It’s been two years, but new stand users are always an asset,” the blonde said. Wordlessly, the bodyguard nodded her head and withdrew her stand, Voodoo Child. Immediately, the stand got to work, furiously punching the wall and ground hard enough that it began to crack open. After a few moments, lips formed from the cracks and began to speak.

“Damn it, when the hell is that darn geezer gonna bank in my pay?! I took out the guy just like he asked me to!”

“Ah man, setting up house here is the worst idea…It’s got the worst view ever! I can barely tell evening from day in the mansion.”

“Ugh! Some assholes decided to spit in front of my doorstep! I swear if I catch them, I’ll beat them to death for it.”

Giorno held up his hand, and Sheila stopped the voices.

“Well, I wasn’t sure what I was hoping to find out, but at the very least it doesn’t seem like the user has left. Perhaps if we stay out here long enough, she should come out again. I would like to see how her stand works, it could be useful for the transportations team,” he said. Giorno then clapped his hands together and headed to leave the dim alleyway, his bodyguard trailing behind.

Upon reaching the Passione base, Giorno immediately called two men to keep watch over that particular alleyway, and to bring the stand user to him directly. It wasn’t much, but he was glad he trusted his intuition to go out this afternoon. After all, if his men succeed in locating and retrieving the stand user, Passione could only benefit from it.

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It was past two in the morning when you finally finished your job; exterminating a mole in some big business you barely cared for. The CEO paid you big bucks for it, and that was what mattered. You found it amusing how willing the rich and powerful are to go to such dirty means to prevent their secrets from getting out. Now, you were on your way down a street of Naples, heading towards your temporary hideout. Sure, you could simply set up your house any where you want, but the alleyway you chose was near one of your favourite restaurants, which was convenient.

Just as you were approaching the dark alleyway, you froze. There, sitting on a wall, was a man clothed in black, almost unnoticeable for someone who wasn’t trained to see in the dark. You backed up, holding your hands up in a fighting position, ready to defend yourself if necessary.

“Who are you and who sent you?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice level, as to not betray your feelings. Truth be told, you were nervous. Were you really that careless? Who in the world could have sent someone to catch you? Aside from those who related to those who were killed by your hands, you doubt you made many enemies. You were a paid hitman, and you always made sure to cover your tracks so people don’t come after you. So far, no one has traced the assassinations back to you, so who?

The man spoke soon enough, “The Don of Passione wants to recruit you. Consider this a personal invitation into the mafia. Lucky you, you don’t even have to pass a test.” You raised an eyebrow.

The Don of Passione? The new one? Last you heard, Passione changed bosses and the one leading the gang currently was a young man who took over the position as Don when he was only a teenager.

“What the hell does a mafioso want with me? Does he even know who I am?” you asked. The man jumped down from his position and sighed.

“Who knows. What he does know however, is that you may have a pretty useful stand he could have use for. I’m just carrying out orders. If you refuse to come with me, I’m more than willing to use force,” he said, arms crossed. You swallowed. You really had been careless. You completely forgot that there were bound to be other stand users roaming streets of Napoli, and of all people to catch sight of you using your stand, it had to be freaking Passione’s don?

You laughed, “If he thinks I’m going to comply so easily, he mustn’t have very good judgment.” With that, you pulled out your gun. As if you were going to reveal your stand this easily. If the don was that serious about recruiting you, he better had sent one of his best.

“Oh, sweetie, you really think that gun is going to protect you. If you’re a stand user, make it a stand fight!” yelled the man. From the corner of your eye, you saw light grey humanoid-ish shape seep into the pavement below you. Hurriedly you jumped back, your eyes scanning your surroundings, watching out for any signs of attack.

“It’s useless, miss. Once Penny Lane’s taken over any object, there’s no way of avoiding it,” the man calmly spoke. Just then, the concrete under your feet began to warp, slowly melting into a liquid form. Panicking, you searched for higher ground. You had to get off the concrete fast, and uncover his stand’s secret. Internally, you cursed. Of course, an offensive stand type user is sent to get you. Tonight, really wasn’t your night. The ground was rapidly turning to liquid and so were other things around you. If you didn’t get out of the stand’s range fast, you’d be trapped in the concrete.

“Well? Will you draw out your stand or will you keep trying to run through liquid cement?” taunted the man. You cursed under your breath. Well, if the gang member had shown his, you might as well right? So, you turned around, as quickly as you could, as your pants were caked in cement, which was drying fast.

“If I show you my stand you’ll stop right?” you asked, holding up your hands in surrender. The man nodded and you took a deep breath, allowing the light golden spirit to appear beside you. Its eyes were a blank white, and it appeared to be wearing a butler’s suit.

“This is Soul’s Mansion. It’s not a fighting type stand, so don’t worry about me trying to attack you. Now, will you stop this?” you asked as you let your stand disappear. The man shrugged and recalled his stand back. Unfortunately for you, you had made an error in your request. You had asked him to turn the cement back into concrete but had forgotten that you would be stuck ankle deep in the pavement. Flushing an angry red, you panicked.

“W-wait! Turn it back into liquid, I need to get out of here!”

The man raised his eyebrow, “And let you escape? Of course not. You don’t have to worry though; my partner will get you out of there. I hope to see you back at the base,” he called out as he turned to leave, leaving you stuck in the concrete. Just as he left, a woman of significant height walked towards you from the other side of the road.

“It’s a shame it ended so quickly. I was really enjoying seeing your panicked expression. Anyways, as per the boss’s orders, let’s you take you back, shall we?” she said with a smile, her light blue eyes twinkling under the dark sky. You swallowed thickly as you stared up at the woman, a deep feeling of dread pooling in your stomach.

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A/N: I thought I'd just drop this lol. I was too impatient, and it'll be one thing less on my mind while I work on the other requests. Feedback and questions are greatly appreciated! So are likes and reblogs!

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animeyanderelover · 4 years

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Here’s my next post. This time about Noah’s Arc Circus. I tried to make it with all of the members, but some of them were a bit harder to write.I’m sorry that some Hc’s are shorter than others. I still had fun though.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, gaslighting, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Yandere Noah’s Arc Circus Hc’s

Jumbo

💪I started with the members who are harder for me to write. Jumbo is one of the most responsible in the group, in my opinion at least. That’s why I think he’s an aware Yandere, he knows his feelings aren’t normal.

💪Also the overprotective type, he saw some bad stuff in his past and swore to himself that nothing should ever harm his darling.

💪He has patience with others and can hold on for quite some time. But everyone has it‘s limits and so has he. His appearance is pretty intimidating and when someone gets too close to the s/o for his liking he’ll tower over them with a very scary look on his face. That’s enough to make everyone shiver in fear.

💪He’s on the more hesitant side to kill people for his darling. He already doesn’t like the fact that he has to kill for Baron Kelvin and then again, he knows his feelings aren’t normal. But when someone seriously harms his darling he looses it. This guy has some strength and will most likely beat the person up until they’re dead. But even then he’ll feel guilty about going as far as ending a human’s life for the s/o and will apologize to the corpse.

💪This depends on whether you’re a member from the circus or not. If you are then this guy has no need to worry about this and will spend nearly all of his free time with helping you with your training. If you aren’t then Jumbo will have a hard time on arguing with himself if he should do it or not. But if something terrible happens to you this will be a trigger event for him and he’ll take the s/o with him. He’ll give you freedom to walk around the place the circus stays and be more tolerant with his darling because he knows what he did was wrong. This guy will at least apologize to the s/o once a day for his behavior.

💪Overall a very tame Yandere who is really trying his best to make you as happy as he can.

Wendy & Peter

🤸‍♀️Since they’re nearly always together I decided to put them together. Both of them possess very different types. Wendy is a clingy and lovestruck Yandere who loves to be by her darling’s side and is absolutely adoring her s/o. This girl is almost like a lovesick puppy, ready to fulfill her darling’s every wish possible.

🤸‍♀️Peter is a more harsh, strict and possessive Yandere. He’s ready to use more force on them, always willing to insult and/or hurt them when necessary. He also expects his darling to behave well, wanting them to only look at him ( and Wendy). Peter was never able to have anything he wished for in his life. This time it’ll be different!

🤸‍♀️Both of them get jealous easily, but the way they act on it is different. Wendy will clinge onto the s/o’s side whining and pouting for attention. Peter’s reaction is worse. First of all he’ll yell at whoever made him jealous, after that he’ll grab his darling harshly and drag them somewhere more privately and then starts throwing a tantrum. If he’s angry enough he might even slap you.

🤸‍♀️The point of killing is often discussed between both of them and both of them have different opinions on it. Wendy already hates killing for Baron Kelvin and is very unsure about killing others. Peter is more determined when it comes to killing people for you. But without Wendy he has troubles killing so he needs to convince her first which is really hard. Only when someone hurts or tries to take their s/o away from them she’s willing to kill someone.

🤸‍♀️If you’re a member of the circus then there won’t be that much troubles. Wendy will just clinge constantly to her darling’s side and Peter will demand from the s/o to spend very much time with him. If you aren’t a member then again Peter will have to have a long discussion with Wendy, but in this situation it’ll be easier for him to talk her into it since Wendy loves you so much. As soon as they have you it’s a pure chaos! Wendy wants to take their s/o out, but Peter doesn’t and wants to lock the s/o in one of the circus wagons. Both of them have very different opinions about how to treat their darling and whenever one of them makes sure that you’re treated accordingly to their opinion the other one will somehow force you to do it the other way around.

🤸‍♀️These two balance each other pretty well out. Peter makes sure that Wendy doesn’t go too easy on you and that you get punishments and Wendy makes sure that Peter doesn’t go too harsh on you and that you aren’t the whole day locked inside the wagon. If we go individually with them Wendy is a more harmless one and Peter is one of the worse ones since he often lashes out on you and might even slap you.

Doll

❣️Doll is a lovestruck, delusional and desperate Yandere. She grew up under terrible conditions and in her eyes her darling is some kind of angel. This girl is head over heels for the s/o and would do everything to make them happy. Her parents never really showed her much love so please give her as much as possible!

❣️Also a very clingy one. You can bet that she’ll always pop up wherever you are. Also a very touchstarved one, enjoying any kind of physical contact with her darling. Doesn’t matter if it’s hugging, holding hands or anything other than this. Give her some sort of physical affection and this girl will feel like she’s in heaven.

❣️Doll gets jealous easily and will glare at anyone who takes her darling’s attention away from her. But she doesn’t want you to find out so she just taps you on your shoulder and ask you with the brightest grin possible if you would like to do something with her.

❣️Killing is an absolute no for her. She can barely bring herself to kill people for Baron Kelvin and even though she sometimes has dark thoughts when it comes to her darling she just can’t bring herself to take more lifes than she already does. The furthest she is willing to go is hurting someone pretty badly, but only in extreme cases where her darling gets heavily hurt.

❣️If her s/o is part of the circus she makes sure that Joker assignes her and her darling for the same tent. If the s/o isn’t part of the circus this girl would have the hardest time of her life. She doesn’t want to kidnap them and risk the chance of involving them into the terrible activities her and the others do. So she starts thinking about just staying by her darling’s side. But she loves the other troupe members! But she also loves you... This poor girl will have the hardest time ever before finally making a decision.

❣️Doll is such a sweetheart for you. This girl is almost brainwashed for you and is ready to do whatever you ask her to. She’s very gullible what makes her easy to manipulate. I believe you’re able to have an almost normal relationship with her because she has an unique charm to her. All she really wants is your love.

Beast

🐅Beast strikes me as an overprotective and lovestruck Yandere. The moment she saw you for the first time she suddenly forgot all about Joker. Who’s Joker even compared to her lovely darling? It was like love at first sight even though she doesn’t believe in that. She knows how cruel this world is and how much it can damage people. That’s why she’s terrified that something might happen to her darling and always hovers over them, no matter what they’re doing.

🐅I think she’s also a manipulative type. She’ll tell her darling everything about her past, making them feel sorry for her like this. She’ll bring up the “terrible past card” when the s/o is about to leave her. She’s a great actor and can turn from an all though performer to a crying woman in only a few seconds, guilt tripping her s/o and making them stay with her whilst trying to comfort her. I can also imagine her as a desperate one, after all Joker never requited her love and she never really had someone who gave her the love she always wanted and needed.

🐅Beast has a pretty bad temper and that affects her jealousy. It’s truly a scary sight when this girl storms to whoever is talking to her darling with a dark look on her face and a whip in her hands. She’ll yell at the person, asking them why they don’t train on their performance whilst raising her whip threateningly.

🐅She doesn’t like killing very much, but if it comes to you she’s willing to change that. But she only kills a person when they pushed their luck too much, for example constantly trying to take the s/o away from her or even worse, hurting her darling. Then this person has a angry whip swinging woman with a wild tiger after them.

🐅Beast would never kidnap her darling. Much more the contrary, I can totally see her running away with her darling from the circus. If the s/o is a circus member themself and doesn’t want to leave she’ll tell them the true intention of the circus, but will make it sound like she’s a victim and was forced to take part in it. She’s a very good liar. After she’s convinced her darling she’ll make sure to run away with them as far as possible from the circus where both of them can start a happy life together. Of course she loves the members of the circus, but she loves her darling more.

🐅Beast is manipulative and will trick you into thinking that she hadn’t anything to do with all the kidnapping and killing. She uses her lies to make you stay with her for all of your life, but overall she’s a very nice and loving Yandere.

Dagger

🔪Lovestruck, obsessed and delusional, that’s all I have to say about this guy. He thinks both of you were born to be together and this boy can’t get enough of you. Beast is already forgotten the moment he layed his eyes on his darling. He makes sure to ask the s/o as many questions as possible. What’s their favorite color? What’s their favorite food? Are they in a relationship with anyone? What’s their ideal type? He wants to know everything!

🔪He’s also a clingy one as well as a worshipper. This guy won’t give the s/o any space to breathe and as soon as he isn’t near his darling he’ll freak out. For him his darling is the most beautiful and perfect creature that has ever wandered on this planet. He’ll compliment his darling about everything they do and as soon as someone even dares to say something against the s/o this guy will start throwing a fit. Also a very desperate guy, he needs your affection and love or else he’ll go insane.

🔪No one should dare to even look at his darling. He’s delusional and believes that the darling was simply born to be his and that he should be the only one who looks at them. He also believes that everyone wants to take them away from him. But he won’t let that happen! NEVER! Even the other members know to not come anywhere near the s/o if they don’t want a knife in their skull.

🔪He doesn’t kill! He just protects the s/o from anyone who wants to harm them or wants to take them away from him. There are so many bad people in the world and he just wants to make sure that his darling is safe. That is something completely different, right? In other words, Dagger is willing to leave quite the mess behind.

🔪In this point I think he would be similar to Beast, but for very different reasons. He’s something that’s even worse than paranoid. It doesn’t matter if the s/o is a circus member or not, his delusions make him believe that everyone wants his s/o for theirself. At some point he couldn’t take it anymore and dragged them to some place where no one else could see them.

🔪Delusional Yanderes are always dangerous because they believe that every horrific thing they do is okay because it’s for their darling’s protection. Dagger will handcuff you to the bed if you try to escape and will cuddle you like there’s nothing wrong with it! At least he would never hurt you, but still. The worst is that he always tells you about who he killed, wanting you to know that he’s your knight in shining armor when in reality this terrifies you even more. If you ever tell him how much you hate him he’ll start crying rivers.

Joker

🤡Joker is the aware type of Yandere, he knows that these strong feelings he holds for the s/o aren’t healthy in the least bit. Also a possessive one, he treasures his darling so much and they’re like the only light in his dark life. There’s no way he’ll lose the only good thing in his life.

🤡Also the manipulative type. As the leader of the circus he has definitely his way with words to pull someone in and he uses this on his s/o. He lures them to him and makes sure that they stay with him. I think of him as a desperate one too. Most of the times he’s very composed and calm, but there are these moments when he has a small breakdown and that’s when he needs his darling’s love the most.

🤡As mentioned above he is calm and composed and as the leader of the circus he’s careful that no one will get suspicious of him or the circus. But everyone has his limits and so does he. But even then he’s careful with his way of acting. He would most likely use his manipulations on the s/o to entice them away from the other person.

🤡With killing he’s careful as well, always worried that someone might find out. But when someone possesses a threat for his relationship with the s/o he’ll definitely starts planning on how to get rid of them without leaving any traces that will lead to him or the circus. He already killed people before so it doesn’t really matter if he kills some more for his darling’s sake. That’s at least what he thinks.

🤡Joker will kidnap the s/o. Here again he thinks that he already has done some bad stuff and kidnapping the darling and making sure that they can never leave him isn’t the worst sin he has committed in his life. He makes sure that one of the first-string members is always watching them. Some of them feel visibly sorry for the s/o, but they know what awaites them when they try to help Joker’s darling escape. Joker made sure that all of them know what happens to them then.

🤡Joker is one of the worse ones from this list. His possessiveness over you is already bad enough, but the biggest problem are his manipulative words in which he wraps you constantly up. It’s like you’re a moth that tries to refuse his lies that are like a bright burning fire. You’ll often break down in tears since he messes with your mind, starting to question what’s the truth and what’s a lie, what’s wrong and what’s right. When you’re in such a state Joker makes sure to embrace you with open arms whilst whispering sweet nothings in your ear, luring you even deeper into his trap.

Snake

⚕️Snake is the lovestruck and desperate type. He was never really loved by anyone, always seen as a freak because of his scales and his abilities. He never experienced love before, but whenever he’s near his darling his whole body tingles and he has this warm and nice feeling in his chest. Is that love? In his eyes his darling is pure perfection and even though he’s pretty shy around them he still yearns for some kind of affection from them. If they compliment him about his looks this guy will float on cloud nine for the rest of the whole day.

⚕️Snake is also overprotective, obessed and a stalker. He’s as mentioned very timid near his darling and prefers to watch them from the distance or to be specific, his snakes always watch over them. Like this he can also make sure that no one can harm them. His snakes will follow you everywhere you go and by the end of the day they’ll report to him, letting him know everything the s/o did that day. They also bring him often things from the darling which he treasures very much. He’ll build a shrine with the things from his darling. I wouldn’t recommend to write your thoughts or your daily routine in a diary because his snakes will steal that as well.

⚕️He’s self-conscious about himself and whenever the s/o has a good time with someone else this will increase even more. He doesn’t really want to kill, but some of his snakes think differently about this and try to talk him into letting them kill the person. I would even go as far as saying that even if he doesn’t agree with them they’ll remove the person secretly without him knowing. The snakes care deeply for him and want him to be happy and no one is allowed to take his precious darling away from Snake!

⚕️The only times when he actually agrees with his snakes to let them kill someone is when a person hurt you. That’s the only time he allows them to kill someone and you can bet that the snakes make sure that the person will die a more than agonizing death.

⚕️He doesn’t really want to kidnap his darling, but his snakes think differently. Their master deserves to be happy as well! So even if he disagrees with them they’ll make sure to kidnap the s/o. Even if Snake demands to set the darling free they’ll use manipulation on him. It’s only a question of time until the hey have convinced him. The only scenario where he agrees to keep his darling with him is when they get really badly hurt and he couldn’t protect them. This realization that he can’t protect them always breaks this man’s heart and that’s when he allows the snakes to kidnap you.

⚕️He isn’t such a bad Yandere, the problem here are his snakes who often try to talk him into things. They always watch you and if you are scared of snakes this will be a living nightmare for you. But Snake himself is such a sweetheart to you, often to shy to even look at the beautiful you. Give him love and this guy will be the happiest man on the whole world.

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Galra!Keith with an S/O

- Galra mate for life and Keith most definitely inherited that.

- Keith does not know this.

- Most of his childhood was riddled with mocking for his lack of even small signs of romantic interest.

- He really wasn’t interested at all though and he never really cared enough to force a relationship.

- And then he met you.

- He still doesn’t know that galra mate for life, but the moment he met you, he knew he wouldn’t want to spend his life with anyone else.

- He couldn’t say how he knew, but he most certainly did.

- He looks at you like you put the stars in the sky.

- He acts like a lovesick kid, following you around like a puppy and fawning over you from the moment he met you.

- Pidge is the first one to know, not only because he’s obvious but because Keith needs to talk to someone.

- I live for Keith and Pidge being friends aha.

- I headcanon that, as bad as I think he would be with confessing without all the galra traits, he’d be so much worse with the traits in place.

- Especially if you didn’t know about him being part galra beforehand.

- How is he supposed to tell you his mother was a member of the race you’re all fighting?

- And how was he supposed to explain all the traits he’d begun to display?

- Oh whoops now you’re confessing to him and he’s SHOOK.

- Also yeah, you literally couldn’t care less about what he is.

- You find pretty much all of the traits enduring anyway since they’re a part of him.

- Immediately, you know Keith is gonna be difficult when it comes to your affection.

- He shows it fine, but when you show it…

- Oh boy.

- As soon as you show him affection, he’s burying his face against your shoulder.

- And you’re having none of it.

- When you first see him blush you’re absolutely swooning because oh my lord, he blushes purple.

- “Keith you’re so cute!”

- “I’m not cute!”

- So, everyone knows humans can be awful about showing off, especially when trying to impress someone they’re interested in.

- Galra with their mates are the absolute worst.

- He sneaks glances at you when he’s training and when he knows you’re looking he will do something he thinks will impress you.

- Most of the time, while he is impressive, you can’t help finding his search for your approval absolutely adorable.

- If you do compliment him, he acts like it’s not a big deal, but he definitely becomes even more obvious about his glances toward you.

- His ears will flick if you compliment him while he’s in his galra “form”.

- Seeing him puff his chest out after your praise, you can’t help but think he looks like a dog that was getting praised.

- It’s hard not to compare him to a puppy when he also nudges his head under your arm when you aren’t paying attention to his display.

- He will pout if you call him cute, but it’s more out of embarrassment.

- Please don’t let the others hear that.

- Cuddle him now please.

- Cuddling is a must.

- And that does include in the ridiculous places he chooses to nap.

- He nips at your neck while cuddling.

- The others don’t understand why you’ve started wearing headphones around your neck constantly.

- Keith is smug about it.

- But he isn’t jealous or anything.

- Even though he does love seeing the little marks later.

- He honestly just really likes nipping at your skin.

- You joke that he’s teething, but it just gets you a couple harder bites.

- He trusts you to handle yourself with other men and would never accuse you of cheating or flirting with someone.

- “Why would I? I’m better looking then all of them combined.”

- He blushes as he says it and he’s SO CUTE.

- But if he sees someone touch you without permission he WILL start and finish a fight.

- Honestly, he’s pretty much always ready for a fight so messing with you is just going to end in chaos.

- He trusts you so much I can’t not emphasize this enough.

- If anyone ever cheated on this boy I would transcend the laws of dimensional travel and fight them.

- Then again I get the urge to when anyone even looks at him wrong so I guess that’s no surprise.

- He loves to rough house!

- He could spend hours hunting you down and pinning you when you’re trying to accomplish anything.

- When he gets it in his mind to “hunt” you, its better to just go along with him and try to hide from him.

- At some point the glorified hide and seek turns into you rolling around on the floor, attempting to pin each other with the winner getting to be the big spoon during his next nap.

- He only loses when he wants to be the little spoon.

- Jokes on him, you win either way.

- The rough housing ends with both of you giddy and blushing because neither of you can resist smothering the other’s face in kisses when they’re pinned.

- On the subject of naps:

- Keith is the best big spoon.

- It’s not that he completely engulfs you or anything, but the way he nuzzles against your back and presses his face into your hair with his lips leaving little kisses up until the moment he falls asleep is incredible.

- The kisses get cuter and cuter the closer he gets to sleep because he’ll start mumbling little compliments.

- You don’t understand most of it since his mouth is still against your neck but you know he called you his inspiration at one point and it made you melt.

- He has also called you a chicken nugget before and you literally had to leave because you were laughing so hard.

- He misses chicken nuggets.

- As the little spoon he holds your hands as they wrap around him and brings them to his face for kisses.

- He’s the best nap buddy either way.

- Sometimes he just lays down on you and falls asleep.

- You call these times piles because all the animals follow.

- He has an AWFUL habit of saying “good girl” or “atta girl” and sending you into moments of pure shock.

- Normally in the middle of training.

- Does he NOT know how hot that is??

- Babe you can’t do this.

- We are in the middle of a war stop making me want to kiss you.

- His predatory stalking is also extremely hot.

- Like imagine him just walking toward you with a grin on his face and pinning you against the wall with the predatory stance.

- Someone who looks exactly like Keith needs to pin me to a wall right now.

- I need kisses.

- His fangs frequently leave little cuts on the inside of your bottom lip.

- He apologizes sincerely every time but you *know* he’s doing it on purpose now.

- You also know it shouldn’t be so hot that he likes to taste your blood.

- Likewise, his claws leave little pinpricks on your hips and sides.

- You adore his claws and fangs.

- Other than those marks, he’s very gentle with you.

- He refuses to yell at you since he knows it would likely come with a growl and the last thing he wants to do is scare you.

- There’s surprisingly little to argue about though.

- You understand the danger he puts himself in, even if you hate it.

- “Keith I normally stay out of it, but if you EVER fly toward certain death again I will kill you before you even reach it.”

- "What if you’re not there?”

- “Fury will give me the ability to defy the laws of physics and teleport in order to knock some sense into you.“

- Besides, you’re not sitting around yourself.

- He likes to have physical contact with you in any way he can.

- Hand holding is the most common, but you’ve also learned to be ready for him to simply hoist you onto his shoulders.

- He lives for physical affection and you’re the only one allowed to hear him purr unrestrained.

- He is impressively loud.

- And his chirps are something to LIVE for.

- Pretty deep, but still surprising to hear when considering his voice.

- He’ll press his head against your hand if you mess with his hair and will nuzzle against you whenever he wants attention.

- You tried to give him the nickname "kitten” on account of all this, but it backfired and now he addresses you by “kitten” nearly as often as he calls you by your name.

- He enjoys having your hands on him in any way, but giving him massages no matter how bad will make him melt.

- He really fawns over compliments too.

- Of course, its not hard to find something about him to compliment.

- I mean, have you seen this boy’s outfits?

- You can’t tell me this boy’s butt wouldn’t look FANTASTIC.

- Okay, but as much as he appreciates compliments about his appearance, he also needs words about who he is aside from that.

- He has moments of self doubt like everyone.

- He thinks he’s not affectionate enough or just simply isn’t pleasant to be around, but you shut that down immediately.

- When he’s having an energy spike he’ll pick you up and run with you.

- Piggyback rides are pretty much a daily occurrence.

- He catches stuff you drop super nonchalantly and it always leaves you stunned.

- When he naps in high places he generally doesn’t drag you along.

- But sometimes he can’t help it.

- You might as well be a safety blanket for him.

- All the little critters that follow him around become just as attached to you.

- Sometimes you even get tasked with carrying around Pocat (the name given to the mini cat Keith carries in his pocket.)

- Keith is such an animal parent.

- He refers to himself as their dad and you their mom so often its not even a surprise anymore.

- “So (Name) why is Keith’s alien bat on your shoulder?”

- “His name is Pancake and he loves me.”

- Shiro has to keep you from running into danger to protect them.

- Between you and Keith trying to fight and telling people to fight you, Shiro is constantly holding someone back.

- You always carry something in your pockets for him to chew on.

- If you don’t he’ll get his lips or fingers bloody from biting on them.

- He’d never tell you but he finds your concern over him beyond endearing.

- When you do something particularly attractive or cute, his eyes will involuntarily turn yellow.

- You love booping his nose since it always makes his eyes turn and that lovely purple blush show up on his cheeks.

- Since he sleeps in spurts, you often just spend time cuddling him while reading or messing with his hair as he sleeps.

- You braid his hair quite often.

- He’ll keep the braids for as long as he can.

- His hair is very soft, so its hard not to mess with it, even when he’s not napping.

- You also trace his freckles.

- Yes, you’ve used an actual pen to make constellations.

- He let you and kept the lines for the whole day.

- He likes sleeping on your thighs and on your chest since they’re so much softer than his pillows.

- Also he gets to have his physical contact.

- His freckles are adorable.

- You kiss and poke them all the time.

- The ones on his shoulders get the most kisses because kissing the ones on his face normally ends with regular kisses.

- Not that you’re complaining.

- He’s so proud of you when you do anything remotely funny, sarcastic, or cool.

- He’ll toss an arm around your shoulders and give everyone around this cocky grin that you adore.

- Even though he has a quick temper with most people, he’s beyond patient when it comes to you.

- Because you’re his mate.

- He still doesn’t know that.

- Because he loves you.

- When he finally learns about the whole mate thing you’re with him.

- “Wow that explains a lot.”

- “What’s that supposed to mean?”

- “Well, if I was just your girlfriend I don’t think I’d have gotten away with the cat jokes this long.”

- “Good point.”

- Did I already mention hanging off his back when he’s too busy to pay attention to you.

- By the way, he can pick you up easily no matter your weight.

- Him stronk.

- Keith loves memes.

- His favorite are those that you think are dead and then reappear.

- “Keith, if you rickroll me one more time I’m leaving you.”

- “No way. You’re never gonna give me up.”

- “Pidge, throw me the spray bottle!”

- He also references memes in day to day conversation and it always kills you.

- “Bone app the teeth.”

- “KeiTH OH MY LORD.”

- Once he said “take a sip babe” after handing you a glass of water and you IMMEDIATELY threw it in his face.

- He has also received a very sincere talk from Shiro because he said “guess I’ll die” in his ear shot.

- He said it after you told him that the animal he was about to pet could hurt him.

- Sometimes when a galra ship shows up he says “this is fine” and you have flicked him for it.

- He has the x-flies theme downloaded and played it so much Coran actually banned it from being used in the Castle.

- He also references vines all the time.

- One time Shiro accidently startled him and his first reaction was to yell “Stop! I could’ve dropped my croissant!”

- You refuse to let him live it down.

- You almost strangled him when you were sick and asked for him to make you some lunch and he replied with “go back to sleep and starve.”

- He didn’t reference vines for awhile after that.

- “Hey, hey guys, I’m in me boys lion.”

- “Get out me lion!“

- “WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT!“

- And yes this is when with a s/o because you make him the most fun version of himself.

- Sometimes you make eye contact with him and just start laughing because you know you were thinking of the same meme.

- You know the one scene where Lance gets jealous because Nyma says that maybe Keith will give her a ride?

- That convinces me that some aliens do find him attractive.

- Which means flirting.

- The whole mate thing makes it hard to be jealous but just like he doesn’t like anyone touching or flirting with you, you don’t like anyone touching or flirting with him.

- "That shirt really brings out your eyes.”

- “Thanks, Keith thinks so too.”

- You give a look that clearly says you know she wasn’t talking to you.

- “Oh wow, look at those muscles!”

- “Yeah, I do everyday because they’re mine.”

- Keith is shook because you referred to his muscles as YOURS so you were referring to him as YOURS.

- He’s really flustered.

- Being flustered doesn’t stop his ego inflating.

- Heck yeah he’s yours.

- But only if that means you’re his.

- It also doesn’t stop him from calling you his girl a few minutes later.

- Please give this boy love marks.

- He absolutely adores when you return his bites.

- You thought he would be embarrassed of them but he makes absolutely no effort to hide them.

- He’s so proud that you want people to know he belongs to you.

- Keith definitely has dimples on his back, right at the base of his spine.

- He loves when you touch his back.

- Please kiss his shoulders while you give him a massage he will melt.

- The boy is always hot.

- Like, I’m talking him complaining about being hot.

- There are like… Three fans running at all times if he has any say in it.

- He’s not ticklish pretty much at all and it sucks.

- It sucks, because, if you are, he will use it against you.

- He loves surprising you and getting squeaks and yelps out of you when he tickles you.

- His hands and feet are super ticklish though.

- You found out when you were playing with his hands one day and he jerked and let out a little giggle.

- The look on his face after was pure panic.

- Keith can and will sing Disney songs unprompted and pull you in to dance with him.

- He’s such a NERD oh my lord my heart.

- Catch me crying in the club because these headcanons are out of control.

- He also gets very in character for the songs and its *adorable*.

- His favorite are The Lion King and The Lion King 2, but he also loves Lady and the Tramp and 101 Dalmatians.

- He knows all the songs from every single movie and its honestly impressive.

- He cries easily.

- Like, related to movies but also not.

- He frequently tears up when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you.

- He also tears up when he sees something Too Cute™

- He’s the worst with movies though.

- You once watched the Notebook for the sake of being a cheesy couple and he was sobbing by the end, so hard you were actually worried.

- The Notebook is banned forever.

- Up is also banned for the same reason.

- Movies with the trope of dogs dying will send him into a fit and you will never even suggest them because he makes you cry MORE than the movie.

- He’s a tough boy but he’s also so sensitive.

- Movie nights that end in tears normally end early, since crying wears people out.

- Extra fluffy cuddles after crying because both of you need each other.

- On that subject: movie tears won’t make him protective, but any other tears?

- He’s ready to fight anyone or anything!

- He’ll fight himself!

- Boy same.

- Did you trip over something?

- It’s gonna die.

- “Keith that’s a chair.”

- “Not anymore!“

- “KEITH THAT LITERALLY MAKES ZERO SENSE!”

- Okay but he really does get protective if you cry but he’s just as happy to give you comfort as to fight.

- He’s probably more happy about comforting you but he will fight.

- Just say the word.

- “Leave the chair aLONE!“

- Keith is surprisingly good with kids.

- But any thought of him having his own kids sends him into borderline panic mode.

- He’s happier with the idea of being the uncle to everyone else’s kids.

- This headcanon is probably more influenced by my fear of being a parent than anything else so feel free to ignore.

- Do you collect literally anything?

- Because that collection is going to get a LOT bigger.

- Keith is like a golden retriever or something, always bringing you something for whatever you collect.

- If its weapon related though, you’re now sharing a collection.

- Seriously though, tell this guy you just collect cool random objects and you are going to end up with a treasure trove.

- Its like he’s got sonar or something.

- You have no idea HOW he does it.

- Even if you follow him where ever he goes, you look away for a fraction of a second and he’s holding out a really cool pin or coin.

- He also collects cool rocks so if you collect rocks he gets excited and has to show you all of his.

- Just an adorable nerd getting excited about his rock collection.

- I’m being overwhelmed again this needs to stop.

- His animal companions help too!

- Okay, author just imagined the bat-creature flying up with like… A common tree nut or something and looking so proud and Keith is too soft to do anything except take it and thank his little buddy.

- Author might actually draw the creatures eventually even tho I suck at drawing aha.

- Next to Shiro, Keith is probably the best member of Team Voltron to have taking care of you when you’re sick.

- Not that the others wouldn’t take care of you, Keith is just so attentive its hard to beat.

- Shiro’s only better because he understands the concept of needing space better.

- Keith is not leaving your side unless its to get you something.

- It gets a little overwhelming if you have a fever, since he’s like a personified heat pad.

- He gets pouty if you make him sit in a chair beside you or anywhere away from you.

- He wants cuddles!

- He recovers quick though.

- He’s more than happy to bring you anything and everything you could possibly need.

- He’s actually a surprisingly good cook!

- But don’t trust him cooking alone because there will be smoke alarms going off within minutes.

- He gets distracted too easily without someone there to keep him focused.

- He is absolutely the best when it comes to shark week.

- He’s such an attentive boyfriend as it is, the moment you’re in pain he’s all over you.

- If you want anything he’s going to get it for you.

- Normally though, you’re content with just pain medicine and cuddles.

- All in all, Keith is a fantastic boyfriend without having galra traits.

- With them, he’s an absolute angel of a boyfriend.

- And he’s dead set on becoming more than a boyfriend.

- He wants to be with you forever, even if being his mate means just that, he still intends on marrying you.

- And you wouldn’t want anything less.

- "Keith, you’re like a cat.”

- “…How?”

- “I love cats.”

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