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hikari-drkspc · 1 year

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❅ “A Fun Show” ❅

characters: yandere! midoriya izuku, yandere! bakugou katsuki & yandere! todoroki shouto [boku no hero academia]

warning: yandere, mentions of m0rder, intentionally h0rting oneself, deep wound involved, izuku is lowkey ooc ; MINOR/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 2.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3 this was a request and i still have no idea whatre the significance of circus au is/gen🧍🧍

Midoriya Izuku, the strongman.

Bakugou Katsuki, the knife thrower.

Todoroki Shouto, the trapeze artist.

Those three were considered to be the highlight and main star of UA Circus.

And then there’s you, one of the behind-the-scene staff, who’s stuck in their obsessive love.

~~**~~

“Oi, Todoroki! You were the one who swapped my lunch with Deku, weren’t you?!”

Katsuki yells at Shouto who stares at him without a change in his expression.

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He continues slurping at his soba, clearly showing his disinterest in the conversation. Katsuki’s vein was about to pop off when you suddenly stepped in between them while holding out both your arms to stop the fight.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry, Bakugou. I was the one who accidentally swapped your lunch box with Midoriya’s.”

You look at him with an apologetic smile. Katsuki stares at you, his eyes are still glaring but you could see it soften a bit. He lets out a frustrated sigh before turning around from you.

“Make sure to not make the same mistake again. I don’t eat the same shit as that Deku does.”

“That’s mean, Kacchan…”

You heard Izuku softly comment on Katsuki’s statement. Right after he’s out of sight, you blink in confusion with an awkward smile adorning your face.

“H-he really did repeat the same thing as before…”

You silently thought to yourself. The truth is, this is already the fifth time you “accidentally” swapped his lunch with Izuku. The first time you did it, he gave the same exact response as he did just now and you got curious as to why he gave you that kind of response when he could’ve just got real mad at you. So you did it again, just to see whether he’d get mad at you or not, to which he didn’t. And so you did it again….and again….and again….and before you knew it, it already has been the fifth time you did that yet his reaction stays the same.

A part of you was actually impressed. Even without anyone telling you, it’s pretty obvious to you that Katsuki is a sharp person. He has always shown to be a focused and sharp person, a trait he picked up from his role as a knife thrower. So it always struck you as odd that he didn’t realize the same mistake you’ve been repeating for the fifth time.

Just as you decided to shrug it off and stop pranking him, you heard Shouto talking to you in his usual calm voice.

“You’re having fun with that?”

You turn to him with a small grin.

“Kinda, yep! Rather, you noticed me doing it on purpose?”

You ask while chuckling a bit, amused at yourself. You didn’t expect Shouto of all people to realize what you had done. He’s always known to be a dense person after all.

“Well, you always have that amused smile on your face whenever you were swapping their lunch boxes, so you weren’t exactly hiding it.”

You stop chuckling and look at Shouto with an awkward smile. A bead of sweat trickles down your face, and an ominous feeling takes over your whole body.

For all you know, everytime you swapped their lunch boxes, no one was around. They weren’t even supposed to be around. They were supposed to either be performing their part of the show or be in the break room after their show had ended at the time. Even if they were around and saw what you did, you would’ve sensed their presence.

You shake off the uneasy feelings away, thinking maybe Shouto just happened to see you on accident and you were too focused on your prank to not notice his presence.

“A-anyways, he’s an interesting person, don’t you think? To think he didn’t realize what I did…”

Shouto stays silent and keeps slurping at his soba until it’s finished before turning at you.

“Interesting huh? I wonder about that…I believe it’d be more interesting if he does some trapeze acts….”

“Oh, you wish for him to do the same thing as you? That’s nice—”

“…and falls down from that height while doing so. It would be interesting if that happened. That’ll for sure teach him a lesson to not ever take what rightfully belongs to others.”

You shut your lips up and look at Shouto’s indifferent face. Either he just meant that as a joke or you misheard him. Either way, your heart is beating like crazy against your ribcage right now.

“D-did he take something of yours, perhaps? Even so, you really shouldn’t joke about that.”

You try to ask him in a calm manner but your shaking voice betrays your hidden feelings as it shows how much you’re in fear. Shouto stays indifferent. If you look closely, he almost looked…amused at your reaction. And your gut is telling you that his amusement isn’t because he was joking about what he said, but rather the opposite.

“And what if I said that that something is you?”

“L/N, can you come here for a second?”

Izuku’s voice snaps you back into reality as your conversation was cut short and you quickly leave Shouto behind after giving him a small nod of apology. Shouto stares at your back as you disappear from his sight. You could almost feel his stare digging holes on your back but you chose to ignore it.

“What’s wrong, Midoriya?”

You silently thank him for getting you out of that uncomfortable situation. Izuku gives you a wry smile and points at his bleeding arm.

You let out a loud shriek at the sight, both worried and terrified at the deep looking wound.

“I uh…accidentally cut myself when I was walking near that thing…”

Izuku awkwardly points at a sharp looking metal with a smile, as if the wound on his arm isn’t serious and his arm isn’t bleeding heavily.

“Call me earlier! Oh gosh, follow me now!”

You lead him to the treatment room in a hurry. You glanced back at the wound and saw the blood dripping on the floor, making your own face pale.

Izuku has always been careless with how he treats himself. Shota, one of the circus’s behind-the-scene staff, even once asked if he had some kind of magnetic attraction towards accidents that ended up hurting him. He just laughed it off, saying stuff like, he’s used to it, or, it wasn’t that big of an injury.

Izuku is indeed the strongman of UA Circus. Despite having a baby face and a polite and meek personality, his strength rivals even the adults. He once told you that he’s aiming to be an amazing strongman just like All Might, a legendary strongman in the history of circuses. Ever since then, he’d been training diligently to get to where he is now. While you admire that part of him, you really wish he’d stop accidentally hurting himself.

“There. Be careful next time, alright? Good thing the wound isn’t that serious. If it had been, you might need to take a break from doing circus acts and rest at home. It’s a talent at this point to keep hurting yourself like this.”

You completed the treatment and jokingly said with a light chuckle, trying to distract yourself from the wound. Izuku stares at you for a bit before opening his mouth.

“If you ask me, I don’t really feel like I’m hurting myself.”

You look at him, curious as to what he meant by that. He sends a sheepish smile and scratches the back of his neck, a small blush starts to form on his cheeks.

“Rather it feels like I’m rewarding myself. After all, I got to enjoy your beautiful self treating my wounds like this. Before I knew it, I just seemed to start getting myself hurt on purpose whenever I see you nearby.”

Izuku lets out a small giggle as if he’s a teenage girl in love. You probably wouldn’t have minded it much if he had stopped at the second sentence. You would have probably just thought of him being his usual sweet self.

But he just HAD to add that last sentence, huh?

You look at him in pure shock and fear. What he said was definitely not normal. Why would he do that, would be a stupid question to ask at this point, especially since he has clearly stated his reason before the last sentence.

You see the way his eyes are glinting dangerously as his lips curve up into a sweet smile. So sweet it’s almost sickening.

“I-I have to go. Excuse me.”

You quickly leave the treatment room behind. Your minds wander back to the one time you were talking with Shota. The older man had mentioned in passing how Izuku had gotten into accidents and hurting himself more after you had come to work at UA Circus. You just brushed it off, thinking that Shota was just overthinking things. You thought nothing of it and had almost forgotten all about what he said.

But after what just happened…you started to think there was a possibility that what Shota said…might be true.

You quicken your steps and your mind is thrown into chaos. A part of you doesn’t want to think about it anymore, hoping what had happened today was just a bad dream, but you knew better than to run away from reality. Another part of you is just so bothered by Shouto and Izuku’s weird demeanor towards you that you can’t help but to start speculating things.

You kept your eyes on the ground while walking, completely oblivious to your surroundings. Only after your face hits someone’s chest do you finally tear your eyes away from the floor. The one you bump into doesn’t seem too pleased however since you heard him scowl and curse under his breath.

You look up to see a very familiar face. Katsuki. You could’ve sworn you’ve never been more happy in your life to see the gremlin blondie. Your face completely lit up but it soon wilted into a confused frown when you saw Katsuki glaring down at you.

He was being pretty soft and kind to you just a few hours ago. What have you done in that short span of time to make him look…angry at you even though you literally didn’t even see his face during those few hours?

Well, I just hope you don’t need an explanation because he won’t be giving you any. Before you knew it, you’re already on your knees and looking up at his intimidating eyes. After all you’ve been through for today, you thought that maybe Katsuki can help comfort you, even in the most indirect way ever.

You guessed wrong.

Instead of “comforting”, his glare literally made your knees weak, resulting in you cowering before his seemingly tall figure. Instead of “comforting”, he made your fear worsen and your mind totally gave up in trying to think up any words to say, at all.

“What were you doing, talking to that half and half bastard and that loser Deku?”

He asks in a low, rumbling voice. It almost seems like he’s trying hard to hold back his anger, as if the one he’s showing isn’t enough.

You try to say something, anything, but the word never came out. Instead, you’re left gaping at him like a dumb fish. Tears started forming at the corner of your eyes and you slowly closed them, in hopes that you’d wake up from this nightmare.

Instead of waking up, you heard a loud scoff behind and shortly after that, your body was being carried by a pair of strong arms.

“Kacchan, you really don’t know how to treat your object of affection nicely, do you?”

Followed by a small, mocking chuckle, you saw Izuku carrying you bridal style. Your heart must’ve leapt out of your chest for a minute because you suddenly stop breathing out of shock. After the situation has sank in however, it beats again rapidly against your ribcage, almost making you feel like throwing up.

Not even a second after that, you’re greeted with another shock as you saw a sharp blade only an inch away from Izuku’s neck. Izuku sends a side glance to the perpetrator behind him.

“Hands. Off of her before I make you.”

Shouto calmly threatens while tightening his fingers around the blade. Izuku doesn’t seem surprised at all as he lets out a weary sigh.

Izuku finally lets you down and puts you a bit farther away before gathering back to the other two.

That night became your unlucky night and you’ll forever remember it.

Not only will you need to witness this little bloody show battle in front of your very eyes but you’ll also need to be the prize of the winner of the battle.

And it goes without saying that your opinion doesn’t matter here.

#tw: yandere #tw: self harm #yandere #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #bnha yandere #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere izuku x reader #yandere todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki shouto #bnha midoriya izuku #bnha bakugou katsuki

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zyalahmiscfandom · 1 year

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An Unexpected Trip pt3: Dhawan!Master x f!Reader

AN: Sorry this took so long, and there is a very large chance the Master is OOC. I dunno. Anyway Part Three aka the penultimate part.

MASTERLIST

The room was in chaos as Kate shoved your stolen phone into your hands. You grasped it tightly, your heart fluttering a million miles per second. On the one hand your were ecstatic that the Master had come for you, and claimed you as his publicly,(you didn’t have time to delve deep into the implications of that) but on the other hand he was threatening his full wrath upon the building, which could be disastrous for the innocent civilians of London and maybe all of the UK. To say you were torn would be an understatement.

“Y/N you okay?” You felt Yaz’s comforting hand on your shoulder. Your conflicted eyes met her genuinely concerned ones. You felt a little bit of your turbulence leave, even if it was only for a moment.

“Ask me again, when this is over.” You smiled a little weakly, staring at your reflection in the black mirror of your phone.

“Fair enough,” Yaz sighed, her eyes going to The Doctor who was currently running around the office rooms computers like an excited chicken, Kate, ace and Graham close behind all chattering away, trying to figure out a plan. Looking to you again for a moment before she decided to join you on the chaise lounge.

“Soooo, you and the Master?” She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah…Maybe, kinda, oh I dunno.” You awkwardly chuckled keeping your voice low so only Yaz could hear. “We’ve never talked about having that kind of relationship, but sometimes I think we could, and that he wants to, but,” You sighed rubbing your eyes, flinching a little at your temple again. “Time-lords can be a little hard to read.”

“Heh, tell me about it.” Yaz glanced wistfully towards her manic blonde genius.

“Well we’ll just have to kidnap you next, get the Doctor to confess her love for you, then we’ll all double date at Evista Five.” You joked, Yaz let out a short laugh.

“Oh god the Doctor and the Master would kill each other after five minutes.” Yaz said her smile wide.

“Yaz be reasonable, it’d be less than two.”

The two of you shared a small reprise together, joking about how the two Time-lords would do nothing but try to one up the other for the entire two minutes they could stand to be around one another, ultimately leading to the swearing to never see each other again, which they would also fail to do.

“You two seem to be getting along.” The Doctor suddenly announced in front of you.

“Jesus, give me a heart attack why don’t you.” You jumped, hand on your chest.

“Sorry,” Her faced morphed into something akin to an awkward cat, “But I’m 99 percent positive I’ve figured out a plan.”

You and Yaz blinked up at her expectantly.

“Well 96 percent positive, maybe…” The Doctor started to ramble about percentages and variable factors.

“Doctor.” Yaz smiled, pulling her Time-lord out of her thoughts.

“Right!” She clapped her hands together, “Y/N, you, Yaz and I are going to lure the Master away from the security centre and up to the roof, whilst everyone else evacuates through the underground passages hidden in the basement.”

“Counterpoint,” You stood, “How about you just let me go to the Master and we say goodbye to you lot,” You motioned to Kate, Ace and Graham at the computers. “Forever.”

“Counter, counter,” The Doctor raised her hands, “We can’t.”

“What? Why not?” You demanded. “He said he’d let all of this slide if you just handed me over.”

“But only if you weren’t harmed.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your raw wrists and thought about the pain in your temple. “How bad is my face?”

“Bad enough to give the Master a reason to explode.” The Doctor had a sombre darkness to her voice, something you hadn’t heard from the lively blonde before, though it was still nothing compared to the darkness the Master could hold, just another reason you wanted to get back to him as fast as you could.

“Doctor please, I really don’t want this to end in blood, but…I want this to be over.” You pleaded with her. “Is using me as bait to lure him away from my kidnappers really going to ease his blood lust? Or are you going to make things worse?”

“Doctor, maybe Y/N has a point?” Yaz sided with you, surprising you a little, but you could tell she didn’t want needless carnage just like you.

“You can’t really be considering this Doctor?” Kate interrupted. “The Master is a monster, we can’t just give into his demands.”

“Seriously Kate, drop it.” You glared, your own voice deepening in anger and frustration. “You’re the villain of this story not the Master.”

Kate scoffed.

“You want us to believe there is no malice to your arrival in London, and yet you talk to me like that?”

That was the final straw. You stood suddenly, Kate quickly took a step back, the Doctor’s eyes franticly looking between the two of you, ready to intervene at a moments notice.

“Fuck this.” You pushed past Kate harshly, heading towards the office exit.

“Y/N wait!” Yaz and the Doctor yelled in unison. You would have thought it cute if the situation was different.

“I’m sorry,” You stopped at the door, turning you head to look back. “I wasn’t kidding about Evista Five, it’d be nice to hang out under different circumstances. I’ll tell him you tried to help Doctor, let him know that this wasn’t your fault.” A sad smile played on your lips before darkness overtook your features. “And Kate, if I find out you’ve even thought about spying on my family after I’ve left, contacting them in any way. There will be no place in this universe you’ll be safe from me, let alone the Master.”

Satisfied with the shocked silence you left your captors room and started down the empty corridor bathed in the deep red of the emergency lights. You walked aimlessly for a couple of minutes before the realisation of what you’d done hit you.

You’d just threatened a government official. Someone in charge of national security. Someone your parents had taught you to never piss off.

You groaned internally, the Master was clearly rubbing off on you, but Kate had threatened people you cared about, and that you could not abide. Who knew you where a ‘fuck around and find out’ kind of person.

Turning a corner you walked straight into two UNIT soldiers, both clad in riot gear and armed to the teeth.

“Fuck not again.” You groaned, getting ready to run in the opposite direction.

“Y/N?” Soldier one mumbled, his voice slurred his eyes almost completely glazed over. You’d seen that look before, mostly when you and the Master were sneaking into places you shouldn’t.

You nodded slowly, as the two almost bowed to you.

“You Master awaits.” Soldier two gestured for you to follow them. Next thing you know, your being led through the building by armed and loyal guard, every time a normal UNIT worker scurries by the guns your guards are holding are trained on them with laser focus, until the unfortunate worker has run away.

By the time your nearing the security office, your two soldier guard had multiplied to fifteen. You’d never felt more like a Princess in your life, all you were missing was a ball-gown and a crown. You had almost forgot how serious the situation still was until you came to the large security room doors, the electronic lock on the doors flashing a menacing red.

Soldier one left your side to knock heavily on the metal door.

“WHAT!” A frantic screech came from behind the door. You could barely recognise the Master’s voice, he’d never sounded so broken.

“Master? It’s me.” You forced your voice to sound strong. Holding your breath you heard a cavalcade of smashes and clamouring before the electronic light turned green.

The door had barely opened, before you were pulled into a lung crushing hug, the smothering embrace almost stopped you from registering the door being locked again from behind you.

You could feel jackhammering double heartbeats reverberating through your own chest, like the two of you were connected through panic and relief. You were finally back in the safety of the Masters arms, tears welled in your eyes as you squeezed him back as hard as you could.

“I’m so sorry,” You sniffled into his neck, absorbing his familiar scent. “So, sorry. I shouldn’t have gone, I shouldn’t have…”

“Shhh shh shhh,” The Master soothed, stroking your hair, “My sweet Y/N. My darling pet. None of this is your fault.” The mania in his voice was palpable, it sent a brief shiver down your spine. Pushing away from his grip a little, you looked up at his face.

Your heart stuttered, he looked a wreck. His hair was wild and dishevelled, his eyes puffy and red, his lip was chewed to ribbons and there was harsh scratch marks on his neck.

“Oh Master.” You cupped his distressed face in your hands, his tired eyes closed, sighing into your gentle touch. In the small moment of calm you took in the entire room.

Its state matched the Master’s perfectly, monitors had been ripped off the walls, sparking wires hung from the ceiling, papers carpeted the floor, the most horrific part was the long line of TCE’d people posed outside the doors of the TARDIS. A dark tableau of what was truly at stake at the moment.

“Let’s leave yeah,” You tried coaxing, “Just get in the TARDIS and go. Forget this ever happened.”

The Masters eyes snapped open and a curt laugh escaped his throat.

“Oh no, now the fun can start.” He cackled, spinning you around in a waltz like twirl.

“Master, please don’t.” You tried to reason with him. “You said we’d just leave, if they gave me to you.”

“Ah that’s the best part. They didn’t.” He giggled.

“What?”

“Best part about a security room pet? The cameras.” He motioned to the small section of the monitors he hadn’t destroyed. It was a clear video feed of the room you had been held in, everyone still seemed to be arguing with each other. You had hoped they would have left after you did, but Kate had proved herself a stubborn woman.

“So they didn’t personally hand me over, it’s fine, I’m fine.”

“It’s NOT FINE!” He exploded. You tried not to flinch but he’d never blown up at you quite like that before. “They took you from me! They hurt you!” His hands floated above your wrists, before hovering above your temple seemingly too scared touch the marks UNIT had left on you.

“Master…”

“They have to pay.” His soft brown eyes dropped from yours. “So they will.” He abruptly turned away from you, before going to the intercom system.

“Attention worthless peons, you have your orders now obey!” You heard loud shuffling from the hypnotised masses on the other side of the door.

“Master what did you do?” You asked frantically.

“Nothing much, just a little hypnotism.” He shrugged nonchalantly, a giggle on his lips.

“Not what I meant Master, and you know that.”

He ignored you, going over to a computer and typing almost absentmindedly. You stormed over to him, pushing yourself in front of his busy hands.

“What did you make them do?” The Master opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off, “Other than collect, protect and deliver me to you.” He shut his mouth quickly, before contemplating his answer.

“They’re ordered to take down the building. By any means necessary.”

“Master you can’t.”

“I can! And I will!” He yelled again, pinning you to the computer desk behind you. “Do not forget that I am the Master and YOU are the pet. It’s my duty! They have to learn!” He screamed his frantic rambling thoughts. Tears welled in both of your eyes. It hurt to see the Master this upset, it made you want to bring the building down, but you knew in your heart you couldn’t.

“Please,” You whimpered, “We can’t let them win.” This time you hugged him.

“That’s why I have to do this, they deserve it. They all deserve it. They tried to take you away.”

“Because they’re idiots, even the Doctor said to let me go.”

“They did?” He asked incredulously.

“Yeah, well mostly Yaz, but they agreed I should be with you, because they believed me when I said you’d changed.”

A million thoughts danced across the Masters eyes, none of which you were privy to. Instead you simply continued.

“Kate, UNIT, Ace. None of them believed we were simply here because I asked. They thought it was a plot. And if you destroy this building, you’ll prove them right. And you said you were never wrong.” You tried to play to his narcissistic side, the side that hated to lose.

“But they ruined everything.” He pouted, thousands of years of pain and fighting had taught him there were no peaceful resolutions for him.

“Only if we let them.”

The Master sighed in frustration, rubbing his hand exhaustedly over his eyes.

“Why can’t I say no to you?” He grumbled, as he once again activated the intercom.

“Because you love me?” You cheekily smiled, hoping to lighten his mood.

“Everything used to be so simple before you arrived,” He mumbled under his breath, “Listen now to your Master,” He proudly announced through the microphone, “Cease the assault immediately. Lay down your arms and surrender yourselves to your fellow UNIT members. And know this, it is only because I choose to let you live that you can continue to draw your pathetic human breaths. And I would suggest you leave my human alone from now on, lest there be more carnage. Understand? Good.”

He let the button go, and turned expectantly to you.

“Happy?”

“I will be when we get out of here.” You smiled softly.

“Fine.” He takes your hand gently in his leading you through the TARDIS doors, making sure to knock over the miniature bodies in his way like an angry child.

Even in the console room he refused to let go of your hand, skillfully he piloted the TARDIS one handed, and before you knew it the centre console started to move, and you finally left your nightmare behind.

However the Master’s posture told you, that this was far from over.

FINAL CHAPTER

#dhawan!master #the master #dhawan!master x reader #doctor who #sacha dhawan #the doctor #the master x reader #yaz x thirteen #doctor who au #canon divergence #reader insert #the masters companion

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azalea-bee · 6 months

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dick grayson (+ any of the other batfam if u want !!!) with 5, 6, 10, 11!!

hii yay!! sorry in advance bc i feel like all dc agere headcanons get kinda ooc just by nature of them being from a vigilante/crime-fighting genre but that won’t stop me from projecting on my faves hehehe

5. do they ever find themselves only regressing partially, or do they fully drop when they regress?

i think dick (and probably most other heroes tbh) would have a hard time turning off the part of his brain that’s trained to always be analyzing his surroundings and prepared for danger, so i think he’d usually only partly regress! but maybe when he has someone he really trusts around to watch him and do the “looking out for danger” stuff for him, he’d be able to relax into it more :]

6. are they a stuffie or a blankie kid? both? neither?

stuffie kid!!! in my head he has a big plush that looks just like zitka, the elephant he grew up with in the circus his family performed in, and he carries it around with him all the time when he’s small :D if i recall correctly his zitka plush is actually canon in a few comics? but i can’t remember which ones off the top of my head to find a pic or anything oops

10. do they have any regression gear (teethers, pacifiers, diapers, specific toys or outfits, etc.)? do they try to hide it from friends/family?

i think he’d have a few things, probably mostly toys and some comfier clothes, stuff that’s easier to explain if found bc everyone in his family is extremely prone to snooping haha. hiding it completely is probably a lost cause for that reason, but i don’t think he’d willingly tell many people about it. to me he seems like a pretty private person despite how charismatic and friendly he can be :]

11. do they fall into any 'regressor stereotypes' (baby talk, loving disney movies, liking pastels, etc.), or do they diverge from the 'norm' (liking horror media, regressing to an older age, etc.)?

hmm i picture him usually regressing to a slightly older age than toddler? like 4-7ish maybe, idk if that really counts as “older” :P i think he would enjoy disney movies and cartoons and such, but i don’t really picture him baby talking, more along the lines of being a big chatterbox and talking a mile a minute about everything that pops into his head! his tendency to do flips and walk around on his hands and climb up to perch on top of anything and everything is probably a bit out of the norm haha. he just has a LOT of energy when he’s regressed and his unique skill set makes him a bit of a nightmare to babysit :P

tysm for the ask!! :D

#bee.answers #friends #dc agere #what even are my tags on this blog i can never remember lol #dc

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7-wonders · 2 years

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Hey so I can’t remember if it’s ever been talked about, but how did mad love!Michael’s first meeting with his in-laws go? I’d imagine he’d be very nervous to meet readers family, and very worried they wouldn’t like him 🥺 obviously though they love him, and then he ends up getting teased by his wife because he was all worried for nothing lol

OKAY I started writing something like this last year where you brought him home for Christmas and that was the first time he met your family, but then I got covid and by the time I recovered it was just too far past the holiday season. So when you're reading this, keep in mind that this is why this snippet references Christmas.

Also, a part that I didn't get the chance but really want to write is Michael holding a baby for the first time when he meets your niece OR cousin (I haven't decided if I want to go kinda OOC and give you siblings, which is why I'm waffling back and forth)

ANYWAYS here's what I wrote during Christmas last year!

The plane flies high above the clouds, the light shining through to create a stunning painting for anybody lucky enough to have a window seat. Though you have a window seat, it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the ball of dread currently sitting in the pit of your stomach and has been since you realized you’re less than an hour away from your parents meeting Michael. Now, that’s all that you can think about.

“There’s no reason to be nervous,” you repeat yet again, squeezing Michael’s hand. “It’s gonna be fine!”

Michael looks at you from the seat next to you. You had insisted on flying home for the holidays, explaining to Michael that it would be near-impossible for you to come up with a good reason as to why you didn’t fly or drive home, and transmutation was not a good reason. So you booked two tickets for you and Michael, though Michael managed to change them to first class tickets when you had definitely purchased the economy tickets. Oh well, you weren’t complaining about the ample legroom. “I’m not nervous,” Michael reassures you.

You laugh incredulously. “But I am.”

“Y/n, it’s going to be okay. Parents love me!”

“...have you ever even met anybody who’s a parent?”

“My grandma, though she killed herself to get away from me. My mother, who tried to kill me. Oh, Ben Harmon! He told me he never wanted to see me again, though.”

The man in the row ahead turns around in concern, and you smile reassuringly at him. “He’s joking, don’t worry.” Your fellow traveler begrudgingly goes back to whatever he was doing, though you can tell by the way that he doesn’t turn the pages of his book that he’s trying to eavesdrop.

“Sorry,” Michael mutters in your ear.

“I’m sorry. I just really want this week to go well.”

“And it’s going to.”

“I know,” you sigh heavily.

Michael laughs, but you can hear the endearment behind it. “Besides, if it starts going south, I have a quick escape plan that’s guaranteed to work.”

You disembark the plane with the knowledge that Michael can transmute you both away if need be, though that doesn’t make you feel too much better considering the need for transmutation would mean that everything has gone horribly wrong. After grabbing your bags from baggage claim, you and Michael set out to find your parents. As you descend the escalator, you see them before they see you, and you break out into a grin. Even though you’re an adult now, your parents still have the ability to make any fear or anxiety disappear almost instantly.

Your mom notices you first–you can see the way her big eyes grow impossibly wider and how she starts to hit your dad’s arm so that he pulls his attention away from the arrivals and departures board. Despite being in a very crowded place and dragging your husband/boyfriend (you had both kind of decided to just be boyfriend and girlfriend, since you were only married in the eyes of the Church of Satan and not legally) behind you, you can feel your eyes pricking with tears. You haven’t seen them in months now, and just being in the same area as them is already making you a little emotional.

It’s a good thing Michael’s right next to you, because you almost throw the bags at him when you step off the escalator so you can sprint to your parents. Your arms go around them at the same time that they envelop you in their own arms. In a split second, you’re home.

“Hi,” you say against your mom’s shoulder, taking a moment to enjoy how familiar and comfortable her shirt smells.

“Hi, baby.” Your mom rubs your back before pulling away so that she can actually look at you. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys too.” Your dad kisses the top of your head, making you look up in a grin as he pulls you into another hug. Your dad’s not a man who shows much emotion, so for him to initiate a hug is pretty big. “Hi, dad.”

He smiles at you before his eyes land over your shoulder. “Did you forget about–”

“Oh!” Maybe you did. Sheepishly, you turn around and gesture for Michael to come over. He had been standing back to let you have your moment with your parents, trying to look very interested in the people walking around and not like he’s out of place. “Mom, Dad, this is Michael Langdon. My boyfriend,” you tack on as an afterthought, even though they both already know that Michael’s your boyfriend.

Michael steps forward, a charming smile on his face, and shakes their hands. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you both. Thank you for being kind enough to host me in your home for Christmas.”

“Don’t be silly, we weren’t about to let you spend Christmas by yourself,” your mom says. Yet again, you had found yourself half-lying to someone about the circumstances of Michael’s life. You had only lied by omission though; your mom knew that Michael’s family had largely abandoned him and that he only had his dad, who was never around. Due to Michael’s upbringing “in the system”, he had never experienced Christmas. So not a lie, but you’re leaving a lot of stuff out.

“Still,” Michael says, “I greatly appreciate it.”

“Are we just going to stand here all day, or can we get going?” Your dad says gruffly. You sigh under your breath, knowing he’s going to be the hardest to crack this week.

“Yeah, lead the way,” you respond, grabbing your bag and Michael’s hand before following your parents to the parking lot.

“That went well,” Michael whispers in your ear.

You grimace. “...Sure.”

“You’re being a bit dramatic.”

“No, I’m simply prepared.”

Luckily for your anxious heart, your mom gets a work call the moment that you reach the car. Your dad isn’t very talkative, which means that you get to just breathe for a moment and point out different landmarks from your childhood to Michael, who splits his time between gazing out of the window and looking at you when you talk.

“That was my high school, which I thankfully have not been back to since the day I graduated.”

“You didn’t like high school?”

“Drama, strict schedules, and being a teenager in general? No, I didn’t really like it.”

Michael ponders that. “Hmm, our schooling experiences weren’t so different, then.”

“Really, the matching uniforms and bowties didn’t make everybody besties?”

“You’re never going to let me live down the picture I showed you of me in my school uniform.” It’s not a question–he knows the answer.

“Absolutely not.”

Somehow, the sight of the neighborhood where your family lives leaves Michael more awestruck than anything that he had seen today, and you realize that he probably hasn’t seen just a normal neighborhood before. After all, it’s impossible to ask the kids next door to come ride their bikes when;

You’re not allowed out of the house; and

The kids next door are dead

These streets, the houses all decorated with lights that will be twinkling as soon as dusk falls and smiling snowmen waving at passersby from some of the yards, are all things that Michael hasn’t experienced before. Michael has to tear himself away from the window to ask, “This is where you grew up?”

You nod. “Most of my friends’ families still live in the area too.”

Your dad pulls the car into the familiar driveway that you, yourself, have pulled into so many times before. Your family’s house is much smaller than the manor that you and Michael call home, and you almost feel a little embarrassed at the size before remembering that this is a different Michael from the one who looked over your apartment with disdain and told you that your taste in clothes could be so much better. This Michael almost has to be pushed along by you as you enter the house, so wrapped up in the domesticity of a home that an actual family lives in and makes their home is he.

Before you can get to your room to unpack, the telltale sound of claws scrabbling across the floor makes you grin. Michael looks up in alarm as the sound of barking gets closer, but you squeal when the golden retriever rounds the corner. “Bauer!”

“Bauer?” Michael repeats, watching you fall to your knees to embrace the dog.

“Oh my goodness, hello sweet boy,” you coo to the smiling dog, his tail wagging up a storm. “Did you miss me? I missed you!”

“You have a dog?” Michael asks.

You frown. “I’ve definitely shown you pictures of Bauer before.”

“I thought it was just a random dog, not yours.” Michael stares at Bauer apprehensively, as though he’s going to bite his hand the second you turn away.

“Michael, sweetheart,” your mom calls, and Michael’s eyes widen in what you’re worried is fear at the motherly tone in her voice, “he’s not going to hurt you.”

“I–I know.” He doesn’t know. In fact, you don’t think Michael’s ever actually interacted with a dog before.

“Bauer!” your dad calls before whistling for him, and Bauer goes running across the living room towards him. “Y/N, why don’t you show Michael to the guest room.” Your dad looks at Michael sharply. “Where he’ll be staying. In a different room than yours.”

“C’mon.” You grab Michael’s hand and walk with him down the hall. “This is my room,” you point to yours before moving your finger in the direction of the door next to yours, “and here’s the guest room. We’re right next to each other, don’t worry.”

Michael pulls you into the guest room, silently shutting the door behind you. “Your father definitely hates me.”

“Hmm, and here I thought I was being dramatic,” you remind Michael of his earlier words, and he grimaces. “Michael, Dad doesn’t hate you. He’s just trying to scare you by intimidating you. He did the exact same thing to my brother-in-law the first time he visited, too.”

Michael simply groans before dropping his head onto your shoulder, and you laugh while embracing him.

“And here I thought the Antichrist wasn’t scared of anything.”

#mad love musings #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine

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lilxberry · 3 years

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I need you - Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz*

Requested By: @anabelleoriley

Hey it’s me again sorry I’ve been m.i.a recently I only saw this now. I was thinking along the lines of Monty & (female reader) maintaining a friendship that’s been going on since they were little, part of their unofficial agreement was that they’d never cross that line you know that thin between friends and Fwb … until they did cross one night in a tent during a camping the school was having, Things were super awkward the next day especially when he’d avoid her at every chance he got she felt really stupid and embarrassed thinking that she wasn’t good enough so she did what she always did which was flirt with guys just to boost her self-esteem a little (also she’s a natural flirt always has been) Monty got jealous/pissed so he confronted her… long story short they kissed & made up but also became official. I’d like the tent part to be smutty but the rest is in your hands sorry for the LOONG description i have a problem limiting my explanations lol 🙈.

Warnings: There’s some serious amount of swearing in this lmao. SMUT. Bryce (ugh). Jealousy. Zach being ooc? (Idk, it kinda warrants a warning simply because this ain’t our usual sweet Zacharcy, yanno?). I think that’s it but please let me know.

Words: 2,599

Pairings: Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz x reader (female reader)

(A/N: The ending is kinda abrupt but I always feel like when I get to the end of a fic, the writing goes down hill lmao.)

(A/N 2: Italics are flashbacks to the camping trip.)

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God, why did you do that?

Why did you both do that?

It was so, so stupid.

Everything was perfectly fine, then you both went and fucked it all up.

Fucking friendship.

Fucking camping trip.

Fucking Monty.

Of course, he’d fucking ignore you. Why wouldn’t he? Were you that fucking stupid?

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“C’mon, Y/N/N,” Monty started, his arm slung over your shoulder as you sit beside one another on the bus ride to the camping ground. “Once everyone’s sleeping, Bryce’ll be climbing in some girls tent.”

You sigh and with a roll of your eyes, you look towards your friend of who knows how long with a deadpan expression. “Not the point, Monts.”

He raised an eyebrow up and smirked cockily. “Oh yeah? And what is the point, exactly?”

“The point is, I don’t want to deal with your annoying ass in a confined tent, moving and kicking and snoring.”

Monty tuts and leans back into his seat, never removing his arm and in fact bringing you in closer to him. “So, you’re just gonne let me sleep all on my own in a tent when I could get murdered at any moment? It’s safer in pairs.”

“Then bring it up with your tent buddy that’s gonna abandon you for some pussy that’s most probably not even worth it.”

He snorted and eyed you playfully. “And who’s pussy do you deem ‘worth it’? Yours?” he teases.

“Obviously,” you remark with a roll of your eyes. “But I wouldn’t touch Bryce with a 10 foot pole while wearing a hazmat suit.”

“I HEARD THAT!” The oh-so familiar voice of Bryce calls from two seats behind, making both you and Monty laugh loudly.

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Needless to say, you gave in to Monty and his constant fucking nagging, because “he’s just so persuasive”.

Now you’re beating yourself up for listening to fucking Monty and going along with his fucking stupid fucking plan.

Now you’re stuck between a constant want of smacking the shit out of him and having him close and right by your side again.

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“I hope you’re fucking happy, asshole,” you retort as you climb in through the tent flap to join Monty in his tent now that everyone’s asleep and Bryce is tapping some ass that’s probably to desperate to actually realise that it’s BRYCE they’ve agreed to sleep with.

“Not so loud, babe. You tryna give us up?”

“God, I hate it when you call me that.” You mimicked dry heaving to really accentuate how disgusting you thought the word was. “It reminds me of all your sad attempts at losing your virginity.”

“Woah. I’m wounded, BABE.”

You snort and make your way to lay beside Monty, back against whatever cushioned the ground, eyes staring at the tent’s ceiling with boredom. You felt your side get nudged and you turn your head to face the brunette laying beside you, a crooked grin on his face.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“Oh god.” You groan and close your eyes, turning your head away from him before looking at him incredulously. “Really?”

“Oh c’mon. That was funny.”

“Shut up. Can’t we just like, I dunno, go sleep or something?”

He pushes your shoulder in a playful manner. “Pssh. You wanna sleep? When you have like the hottest fucking guy right next to you? In a tent? Where no one can see?” Monty raises himself to lay on his side, his head propped up by his hand. “So you’re really gonna deny this opportune moment to fuck?”

You make a sound, a mixture between a groan and a whine, all whilst bringing your arm up to cover your face. “C’mon, Monts. We even talked about this before. We set ground rules when we got old enough. We weren’t gonna cross that line.”

“Why are you so scared, huh? It’s not like it’s gonna change anything. We’re still gonna be best friends, we’re still gonna care about each other and never leave each other’s sides. The only thing different is that we’ve just relieved some stress, baby.”

You remove your arm from over your face, chancing a quick peek at Monty. “That’s not the point.”

“Plus, I doubt I’d even sleep with you if I was bored out of my skull,” you playfully added to lighten the mood. Yet, it did nothing to ease the tension that somehow formed between the two of you.

Monty crawled his way to hover over you, moving to settle between your legs which had parted in an almost natural reaction. His face was level with yours, his arms either side of your head, holding himself up above you. “Well,” he started, a smirk forming on his face. He leans closer as he whispers. “You certainly look very bored, Miss Y/L/N.”

You release a slow breath as you look up at him, and you felt your resolve crumble almost instantly.

“Why do I let you talk me into everything?”

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The avoidance of you Monty has been so determined to follow through with has annoyed you to no end; acting as if it had never happened, as if you were never apart of his life.

You were beyond fucking pissed.

The entirety of the camping trip after that night had been hell. Monty avoiding you at all costs. The rest of the trip allowed you to wallow in self pity and to consume yourself in self-deprecating, self-esteem lowering thoughts.

But now it’s a new week, a new weekend to be exact, a party at the Walker residence.

A new level of confidence installed within you.

God, who needs Mongomery De La fucking Cruz?

With a smirk, you see Zach stood at the kitchen island beside Justin, both with red solo cups in their hands filled with beer, both smiling and laughing and certainly having a good time. If it weren’t for the fact that they had broken up recently, you would easily see Jessica right by Justins’ side with her own drink, more of a vodka concoction in her cup.

Swaying your hips, you close in on the two, eyes set on Zach, your cup in your own hand although empty. Zach spots you just before you reach the duo and smiles at you, Justin following his friends’ eyes, his own gaze landing on you.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he greets, all while you and Zach continue to look each other up and down.

“Hey Foley.” You spare him a quick glance only for your eyes to fall on to Zach once more quickly, the corner of your mouth quirking upwards. “Zach.”

“Looking good, Y/N/N,” Zach comments, his smirk hidden behind the rim of his cup that he follows with a sip.

“Not too bad yourself, Dempsey,” your smirk mirroring his own.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure.” You pass him your cup and move to lean against the kitchen counter beside him as turns to refill your cup, handing it to you slowly, allowing his fingers to brush against yours.

“Thanks.” You take a sip yet neither of your eyes leaves each other, and even when Justin cleared his throat and excused himself with a chuckle, you both continued the eye contact.

Zachs’ eyes leave yours for a moment to glance where warm bodies danced around and with each other before looking back down at you. “Wanna dance?”

You take another sip before taking a hold of his hand and pulling him towards the living room, walking backwards, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

You twirled in his hold once you reached the masses of sweating, drunk, dancing people and spun yourself into him, your back against his front, the two of you already swaying and moving against each other, your hips rotating against his.

You hook one arm around the back of his neck whilst you bring your cup back up to your lips, taking a generous sip of whatever alcohol Zach had poured you.

You feel his hot breath again your neck and the shell of your ear and his murmured, husked words sends a pleasant tingle shooting through you.

“You really look good, baby.”

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“You look so good, baby,” Monty breathed, his hips rocking into yours at a sensual pace, his cock dragging deliciously against your tight walls.

Your chest heaves against his as breathy moans escape you, your nails raking down his back, drawing red marks against his tanned skin, the muscles beneath your fingertips flexing with each thrust.

He ravages your neck with his mouth, biting and sucking deep marks on to your flesh, a loud pornographic moan that’s muffled by his hand coming from you in response to his hot touch.

“You look so pretty on my cock, fuck.” His pace fastens, your tits bouncing at the increase of speed.

Monty wraps his arms around you securely before flipping you both, his dick still deep inside you. “Ride me, princess.”

You do as your told, swivelling and rocking your hips, rotating them, bouncing up and down on his length, anything to chase your orgasm while bringing him closer to his own, palms planted against his chest, nails slightly biting at his flesh.

“Monty, fuck-“ A thin layer of sweat coats both your bodies, the inside of the tent now feeling stuffy and warm and just reeks of the stench of sex. You never understood how something, or someone could smell like sex, but now it all suddenly makes sense to you.

You feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen, twisting and turning and tightening and then- it snaps. Your body pauses its movements and quivers and Monty decided to fuck you through it while chasing his own.

He flips you both back over and fucks into you with a desperate want, a need. He brings one hand down to toy with your clit at his thrusts are fast and sloppy, uncoordinated. His mouth is on yours, muffling your sweet orgasmic moans, his tongue invading past your lips and swirling around your own.

A few more pumps and thrusts and he’s there with you, in a euphoric state as his climax comes round. His hips still, occasionally jerking as he releases into the condom wrapped around his dick.

Monty’s sweaty body collapses on top of yours and you both lay there in a sweaty, panting heap in the centre of the two-man tent, clothes, haphazardly thrown at all sides of the space.

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His jaw is clenched and the girl under his arm sat beside him on his friends’ couch is completely forgotten; she was boring anyways.

His eyes are solely on you and Dempsey, watching you move against him as if you have any right. But you do.

Montgomery De La Cruz had no fucking claim on you.

And he knows that. Very much so.

The girl tries to regain his attention but it’s a lost cause, simply shrugging her off and removing his arm from around her shoulders, leaning forward in his seat, his forearms resting on his jean clad knees, tonguing his bottom lip in anger and jealousy.

He watches tensely as you turn in Zach’s’ hold and raise yourself up on to your tiptoes to whisper into his ear before sauntering away and out of sight and like fuck would Montgomery not go after you.

He’s quick to move out of his seat, standing and following you out of the room and towards the kitchen, to which he enters and finds you pouring yourself another drink. Monty rolls his shoulder before walking up and standing right behind you, leaning over slightly, and speaking into your ear with an indifferent tone.

“We need to talk.”

He waits for you to lower the bottle before grasping your wrist and pulling out of the kitchen and in the direction to the stairs to find somewhere private.

As pissed as you are, you put no effort in to fight him.

Once up the stairs and satisfied with the empty room he stumbled upon, he pushes you inside and makes sure to close and lock the door before spinning to face you, who took it upon yourself to sit on the bed in the centre of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” he exclaimed, throwing his arm behind him and gesturing to the door.

You continue to act nonchalant, staying silent, gazing into the liquid inside your cup, swirling it around in your hand.

“Hello?” He sounds annoyed and you scoffed. Of course, he has the audacity to be annoyed at you ignoring him.

“So now you want to talk? I thought it was okay to ignore each other like what you’ve been doing to me since that fucking camping trip,” you spat, still refusing to make eye contact with him. “Why did you ignore me? Huh? Better be a good fucking reason.”

“Get a fucking grip, Y/N. grow up.” He scoffed angrily and ran his hand down the length of his face before looking at you. “Answer my fucking question. The fuck was that? What the fuck were you doing with Dempsey?”

“Why are you so fucking concerned, Monty?” You stood in anger. “Go back to cosying up with that blonde, yeah?”

“Oh fuck off, she means nothing.”

“Why doesn’t that shock me?” You laugh but there was no humour behind it. “Are you going to give me an actual fucking explanation why you’ve avoided me or not? Because I think I deserve a fucking answer.”

You begin to pace. “Do you know how that shit made me feel? Do you even have the slightest fucking idea how much that hurt?” Your voice began to break, your eyes were building up with tears, but you refused to give up now. “You hurt me, Monty. You really fucking hurt me. You said nothing would change, that we’d still right by each other’s side yet you left, you fucking left, and it hurt.”

A few tears had escaped by now, slowly rolling down your cheeks. You suck in a shaky breath and you finally look him in the eye. “So please, just give me a fucking explanation.”

Moments passed by and nothing came from Monty, not a single word. It was a response you didn’t like one bit. “Fine.” You cleared your throat and made your way to walk past him.

Just as you brush past his side, you feel his large hand on your wrist, pulling and turning you to face him and before you knew it, his lips were on your in needy kiss.

Monty removed his lips from yours and exhaled shakily as he moved to rest his forehead against yours. “I thought I fucked it, that I fucked it all up like always,” he whispered. “That’s why avoided you. I couldn’t fucking lose you like that. I never wanted to hurt you like that, I fucking swear.”

“And you didn’t think avoiding me would fuck it, either? Jesus, Monty. You’re a fucking idiot sometimes, y’know that?”

He chuckled and a small smile broke out on to your own face, too. “I really wanna try this with you. fuck, I wanna try this with you so bad but I understand if I’ve fucked any chance.”

“I wanna try this with you, too,” you whispered softly, eyes closing and hands finding his own. “But we need to do this slowly. I really don’t want to be hurt again, Monts.”

He nodded his head, his nose brushing against your own at the movement. “We’ll go at whatever damn speed you want Y/N/N.” his voice entirely sincere, not an ounce of falsity in it. “I just, I need you.”

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I didn’t know what I was doing with this

Like usual lmao

Just, I hope you enjoy it

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loud-fandemonium · 3 years

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Summary: shiggy is an ass and yells at reader, which triggers them due to past trauma. It’s ok at the end tho he genuinely apologies and ya’ll work out stuff for moving forward in the relationship👍

Warnings: this is veryy self indulgent and I can’t write for shit but I’m still posting it, hurt/comfort, shiggy’s kinda ooc cos I don’t think he’d be this mature with his apology, reader has past trauma from an unspecified someone they lived with for a long time who was implied to be abusive, shiggy yells at reader, shiggy dusts one of reader’s plushies, reader is triggered by his behaviour and has a bit of a break down, reader and shiggy use scratching at skin as an unhealthy coping mechanism, if there’s anything else let me know and I’ll add it

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There where a lot of good things that came with dating Shigaraki Tomura. But, with him being one of the most wanted villains in Japan, there were also some drawbacks.

Him Being the leader of the league of villains was one of the most significant. The pressure of the job leading to you often having a somewhat temperamental boyfriend. Usually you could put up with it even if it was at times upsetting; villainy was definitely a more stressful career path after all.

A part of you wished he’d say ‘sorry’ more often after arguments, but you understood verbal communication and vulnerability weren’t really the easiest for Shigaraki. And it’s not like you couldn’t tell he was sorry. His behaviour turning much more cautious, soft and physically affectionate post altercation.

Today was different though. You’d never seen him this upset, this angry.

It had been building over the past week, failed missions and uneasy members, resulting in your boyfriend being more on edge than usual.

“What, so you think I can’t fucking do anything? Is that it?!” you shook your head words stuck in your throat. You’d been trying to help. You knew how much stress he was under. So, while Shigaraki was busy with league business you’d tidied up his room. Picking up dirty clothes that needed to be washed, making his bed and cleaning up his gaming area; cleansing it of old chip packets and empty soft drink cans. “You think I’m just some fucking kid?!”

“no, Tomura-“

“Then why the fuck are u acting like it?! You think I need you to clean my room?! If I wanted to clean it I fucking would I KNOW HOW TO CLEAN MY FUCKING ROOM!!” You felt yourself practically shaking. You’d never been good with people yelling at you, particularly men yelling at you. it was always a trigger that quickly sent u spiralling.

“p-please stop yelling,” that was all you could manage to say, breathes coming out shaky and quick as tears filled your eyes.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, DONT TELL ME WAT TO FUCKING DO!!” you flinched, drawing in on yourself. You’d never truly been afraid of Shigaraki before. Not when you’d found out who he was, not the first time he touched you, a couple gloved fingers all that stood between u and his quirk.

But you where scared now.

Scared of his total disregard of your closed off and shaking form, cheeks wet from tears that wouldn’t stop. Scared of how loud his voice was. Scared because you’d been here before. They’d done this too. Over and over until anyone who raised their voice at you sounded like them, reminded you of them. fingers found there way to the expanse of skin on your opposing forearm , nails slowly beginning to scrape across it in a familiar rythme.

“LISTEN TO ME!!” you looked up at Shigaraki, saw how his eyes where wide with rage.

Desperately you searched his face for a way to appease him, to make this all stop. “I asked you a fucking question.” Did he asked a question? You couldn’t remember, all you could do was stand there like a deer caught in headlights, completely frozen. The silence as he waited for you to answer was worse then when he was yelling. You felt like you were facing a snake, one poised to strike at any moment. “I asked if you would like it if I messed with your shit, but since you’re not fucking answering maybe I need to give you a demonstration.” Shigaraki’s tone was harsh and dangerous as he stalked over to the bed you shared. The bed you’d been sharing for almost a month. Things had been going so well. So, you’d stopped sleeping in your own room in favour of his; bringing your favourite pillows and stuffed animals to the space.

Now all you could do was look on in horror as your boyfriend ripped off one of his gloves and snatched at your favourite plushie. The one he’d given you when you’d first started going out. Because even though you couldn’t go on normal dates, go to arcades where he could win a plushie for you, he didn’t want you to miss out. Now the only thing that remained of the toy was a small pile of dust.

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As soon as his fingers touched the toy Shigaraki regretted it, hell he regretted everything he’d said to you since he came into the room. He’d been so angry and stressed and you hadn’t even done something wrong but he’d taken his negative emotions out on you instead of dealing with them. Turning around to apologised his heart shattered. Looking down he saw the angry red colour of your arm as you furiously scrapped your nails across the soft skin, your silent streams of tears now turned to loud sobs. He knew to a degree you both shared this same unhealthy coping mechanism. He’d seen you do this before, but usually he wasn’t the cause. Usually he’d grasp your hand and hold it has he pressed soft kisses to the red-dotted and irritated skin. Asking you what was wrong as you fell into him, seeking out comfort.

He rushed to you, guilt and the desperate need to apologise flooding though him. “I’m sorry- I’m- bubba-“

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You flinched at Shigaraki’s sudden movement, sobbing harder as he tried to cradle and sooth you the way he usually did. You didn’t want him there, in you space, it was too much, he was too much, you wanted him away.

wet choked noises escaped your lips as you pushed on his chest. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled, I sorry I’m so sorry-“

“don’t...” you pushed again at him, harder.

“Baby please, I’m sorry-“

“don’t... Dont. STOP. I SAID STOP DONT TOUCH ME DONT TOUCH ME DONT TOUCH ME!!” It was like your voice had finally broke though, panicked and shrill and desperate. Instantly Shigaraki let go of you, a look of total shock on his face. “I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE GO AWAY GO AWAY!!” you sobbed, the skin on your arm feeling like it was on fire as you scraped your nails across it.

“Ok. Hey, it’s ok I’m leaving now,” Shigaraki backed away towards the door, “you can come and find me later ok? I’m going now.” you watched him leave the room, closing the door as he left. For a few minutes all you could do was stand there, fingers slowing until you pulled them away from the angry skin. Shuffling over to the bed you grabbed your other stuffed animals, tears falling again at the lack of you favourite comfort plushie. Soft toys in hand you crawled beneath the bed, curling around them as you began to calm down in the smaller space.

Shigaraki sat on the old couch in the league’s shared space. After he’d left you in his room, he went straight to kurogiri, enlisting the man to help him replace the plushie he’d destroyed earlier.

Now, Shigaraki sat with two large plushies beside him, replaying what the older man had told him, “this won’t be enough of an apology.”

Footsteps had him looking up; Shigaraki froze in fear of scaring you off, as you padded toward him. Hugging a teddy bear tight to your chest you sat on the side of the couch furthest from him.

“Hi,” Shigaraki said tentatively after several seconds of silence.

“Hi,” you whispered back. Shigaraki’s heart broke again at how small you seemed; gaze repeatedly flicking to his, only to break away seconds later. After a couple moment of quiet Shigaraki spoke.

“I shouldn’t have treated you like that. You didn’t do anything wrong, I know you were just trying to make things easier for me.” Shigaraki felt so helpless as tears started to drip down your cheeks once again. “I should never have yelled, and I should never have decayed your plushie. There is no excuse for my behaviour. I- um. If... if you want to break up with me I’ll understand. I broke your trust and made you feel unsafe. So...whatever you decided I’ll support you in that decision. Even if it means breaking up, I just want you to do whatever will make you feel best.”

You nodded, then stood silently, and walked towards him. “Don’t touch me,” You stated as you climbed onto Shigaraki’s lap, resting against his chest and the crook of his kneck. You could hear his rapidly beating heart as he stayed still as a statue, just like you’d asked.

“I don’t want to break up with you Tomura.” His frame relaxed a little at your words. “But, it’s not going to be the same, at least for a little while. You really scared me.”

“I know, I’m so, so sorry.....what can I- is there something I can do to make it up to you?”

“Um,” you paused in thought, “I think I’m going to sleep in my room for a while. By myself.”

“Ok. Ok bub.”

“And, um, if you could ask for permission before you touch me, even if it’s just like, holding hands? And when we’re in the same space, if you could like.. announce things? before you do them, so I know what you’re doing, that would be nice.”

“I’ll make sure to do that from now on.”

“Thank you. Just for a little while ok?”

“I’ll do that for as long as you need me to bubba.” Silence fell between the two of you again.

You turned your head, looking to the left of your boyfriend. “Are those for me?”

Turning his head toward the two plushies Shigaraki nodded.

“Yeah. I know they won’t replace the one I decayed but I couldn’t just destroy something of yours and not.. you know...?”

Turning your head back into the crook of his neck you nodded. “.....Tomura?”

“Yeah?”

“Um.. I just wanted to say that the reason I reacted like that, is partly because of you, but partly because of... past trauma, that you triggered. I, um, I had someone in my life for a long time that would yell like that. I loved them but I was also really scared of them. So there are certain triggers that make me really freak out and yelling is one of them.”

Shigaraki sat still, processing what you’d said. He didn’t know you’d gone through something like that. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“I don’t really like to tell people. But yeah. Basically, you’re still definitely in the wrong for acting like that, but when I reacted it wasn’t 100% a reaction to you..... And the um, the boundaries? I‘ve set for a bit, are more in relation to them than you. I just don’t want to go through that again.”

“I understand. If I ever do something again that’s a trigger for you, even if it’s just something small, please let me know ok?”

“Ok...and same goes for you.”

“Hm?”

You sat back to look at Shigaraki better, “I know that a lot of bad things have happened to you, from what you’ve told me and what I’ve heard. So, if I ever do something that’s a trigger for you, let me know ok?”

“Um yeah, alright.” Shigaraki felt like he didn’t deserve you, but if you still wanted him he wasn’t going to argue. “I love you.” You looked down at your fingers that had wound around the fabric of Shigaraki’s shirt. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to say it back until you feel comfortable again, ok?”

“Ok.”

“What do you want to do now?”

“...can we watch a movie?”

“Of course bubba, I’m going to reach for the remote now ok?”

“Ok,” you said, cuddling back against you boyfriends chest.

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kissbentennyson · 2 years

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Hii, could you write a albedo x reader? maybe a jealously scenario

Thanks for your time, love your stories

Of course! Sorry if it’s a little ooc, I haven't actually written for Albedo since I was actually posting my Ben 10 Scenarios/Preferences on Wattpad. Also, it’s a little short.

Left Eye

Albedo x reader | reader uses they/them pronouns and gender neutral terms.

Economics.

A horribly boring class, with a monotone voiced teacher who thinks Walt Disney is a ‘fine man’. A class where a lot of your grade weighs on partner research projects, of all things. Oh, not to mention, you don’t even get to pick your partner. So, instead of having someone who was willing to carry their own weight, you got the one person in the class who thought she was above it all- despite her grades not even being above the passing line. You don’t usually judge her for it, there could be a lot of reasons she acts like this- but now, your grade is on the line.

“I was able to go to a few stores earlier and collect some of the Data we needed- When do you think you will be able to-” You look up from your papers and over your computer screen, only to see her on her phone. Your lips press flat with displeasure, your already built up frustrations beginning to bubble up. You fake clear your throat loudly, only for her to nervously drop her phone onto her lap. She looks at you with wide and confused eyes.

“What was the question again?”

Your shoulders go slack with annoyance. “When are you going to go to the stores to collect your part of the data- I’ve been talking for the past five minutes, how much did you actually hear?” You made no effort to hold back the bitterness in your words, normally you would have tried to sugar coat everything to keep good ties- but recently your… significant other’s personality has begun to rub off on you.

“Uh, almost nothing.” She said, her face deepening a shade. You let out a sigh, eyes narrowing. “I figured as much.” She flinches at your words, and it seems to hurt her a little bit. The you inside twinged with momentary guilt, but was fizzled out like a spark falling onto wet ground. This is the exact reason why you had begged to work alone, even before you were assigned a partner. She rubs her arm awkwardly before looking around for anyone else. When it was made obvious that you two were the only ones here, she sat up straight.

“I’m sorry you got partnered with me, I was doing well the first few weeks- but then I kinda got lost, and every time I ask for help or clarification, everyone gets mad and doesn’t actually explain anything.” She said, her voice in a soft whispery tone that wore heavy with embarrassment. A knot forms in your throat as all that anger melts down into nothingness. You scoot closer to her on the couch, your normal nature taking over.

“I can help you, I may not be an ace at the class but- I can still help.” You say quickly, and she looks confused. Like she can’t believe anyone would want to help her. “Really? I mean, I can just back off and let you work. I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s not a bother Mel, if it were, I wouldn’t have offered. Plus, we have until next Friday to get this done- I think we have the time.”

It was another hour before she left, and after you felt a lot better about your partner- and your project. After you say your goodbye, you hustle up the stairs to change out of your nicer school clothes and into something comfortable. You had planned to make dinner, and didn’t want to be uncomfortable while you did so- or while your boyfriend was over. Speaking of which, he should be over soon- he’d always been rather punctual when it came to you. You hurried down the stairs and into the living room, not expecting the person sitting on your couch to already be there.

“Who was just here?”

You jump, letting out a loud scream as you spin around to the view of red eyes and white hair.

“Ugh, why do you always, just, appear!? Can you stop? I really hate it when you do that.” You yell, trying to calm yourself down. You really hated raising your voice at the people you love, but sometimes it happens by accident. Taking a deep breath in you brush your hair back ith your hand. “I’m sorry- Stressful day. Have any dinner ideas?” You say as you continue your walk to the kitchen. From behind you, you hear him get up and follow.

“I don’t appreciate you not answering my question.” He says firmly as you yank open the fridge to look inside, to which you give him a deadpan look. Yes, he’s your boyfriend- but that does give him the right or obligation to know and/or monitor every little piece of your life. Your school project really isn’t any of his business. You lean down, looking into the fridge, rooting around for any hint at an idea. But, maybe telling him will prevent a fight… and lord knows how fights go with him. You’d have a better chance at winning a debate with a wall then your boyfriend.

“She’s just my partner for my Econ project, you don’t need to worry about it.” You pull out the vegetable drawer, looking it over for any rot or mold. “Hmm, I’m thinking… French Onion soup. How does that sound? It won’t be anything fancy, but it’ll still taste the same…” As you look up from the fridge, he’s still glaring at you. That definitely wasn’t enough to get him off your back. “What?”

“I don’t like how close she was to you, or how she was looking at you.” After he speaks there's a hefty moment of silence, which is abruptly broken by you swallowing your laughter. As much as you want to validate his concern, it’s completely ridiculous.

Closing the fridge, you pat his arm gently. “Look, It’s not anything like that. This is only the second time me and her have ever spoken. I promise you that she does not have any feelings for me, and never will.” You give him a small smile before kissing him gently on the cheek. “Even if she did, you’re the only person I have eyes for.” You say in a whisper before heading to the cabinets to pull out some pots, and as you set them on the stove, you catch a glimpse of him standing in the doorway. Pink in the face and flustered.

Eventually, he actually joins you in the kitchen. Leaning against the counter while you cooked, obviously still a tad bit miffed. As you pour the stock of your choosing into the pot full of caramelized onions and crushed garlic cloves, something comes to mind. Bringing a small smile to your face.

“You know, hun, I never would have pegged you as the jealous type.” Your eyes flick over to him to see his reaction. Seemingly unfazed, he responds. “I’m not Jealous.”

His left eye twitches.

You smile wider, going back to your soup. With a small giggle.

“You so are. You told me so.” You set down the box of stock and stir the onions around to keep them from sticking to the bottom and burning. “What do you think not liking when someone is around your significant other means?” You set the spoon you used to stir the soup down beside the stove and turn to face him. He looks away, baring mostly the left side of his face to you as he tries to keep a fake calmness, something about his ego and not wanting to seem unstable.

“I am just worried about who my significant other surrounds themselves with, out of concern for their well being.” With that, his left eye twitches again. Yikes, talking about you in third person. At least he’s gotten better about admitting that he cares about you. You cross your arms with a chortle, shaking your head.

“For someone so intellectually smart, you are so emotionally dumb- or you think you can lie to me. Either way, a little stupid.” You say in a light voice, causing his moth to gape open as he tries to say something to come back at you. However, he can’t fast enough. Even though the thought infuriates him, he has no clue on how to articulate his feelings. But to be fair, the person his unfortunate human flesh suit looks like doesn’t seem to have the best knowledge on his emotions either.

“It’s cute when you get jealous though, I kinda like it.” You say pressing a kiss just below his left eye, before turning back to your soup. It is then he realizes exactly what was going on.

Damn Tennyson’s genes.

#proship dni #ben 10 x reader #albedo x reader #alternate bens x reader

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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Dream tried to stop Wil from creating L'Manburg, Phil tried to stop him from blowing it up, BOTH value people over items and builds, Phil has said that they're replaceable but people aren't, Dream traded spirit for his best friends fishes (we kno he's not someone to talk abt feelings:[) BOTH were kind and selfless but used by almost if not everyone, BOTH were ready to be THE VILLAINS if it meant everyone else could live better after. ONE of them always had someone there, ONE didn't. Intentional?

aaaa sorry for the really inconsistent posts ,, im gonna try to post a little more in the next few days. i have a few things written up, so look out for them? maybe? for now, have this *gestures vaguely* thing ,, it’s kinda a mess but *shrug*

phil is such a fun character, anon, especially for all the reasons that you mentioned in the ask!! he’s a really fun character with a lot of complexities that go (sadly) overlooked by a large portion of the fandom, but he’s super cool even tho i havent analyzed him too much. hope you enjoy (and i hope my interpretation of c!phil isnt too ooc lmao)

tw: mentioned blood, injury, implied torture/abuse, starvation, trauma, mentioned death, prison arc/pandora’s vault

When Techno first brings Dream back from the prison, Phil doesn’t quite know what to think.

“I don’t trust him either,” Techno assures him, but there’s a flickering anger in the backs of his eyes, one that had emerged ever since he came back from the prison with the other man in his arms, and Phil knows his friend well enough to know that the words are empty in the face of the piglin hybrid’s particular brand of to-the-death loyalty. He shakes his head in reply, refusing to voice his thoughts for Techno’s sake, at least, but the look that the other slants at him suggests that he’s caught onto them all the same.

At first, the work is thankfully mindless; even if Phil has reservations on the man that Techno has more or less dumped into his house, he would hardly wish the clear suffering he’s been through on anyone. The first few days pass in a flurry of brewing potions, wrapping and rewrapping dressings, stitching up cuts and setting broken bones straight. The damage is extensive; Phil has to take more than a few breaks to just leave the house and breathe - he’s far from a stranger to blood and carnage, had received the title of ‘Angel of Death’ for a reason, but even he had never been particularly familiar with this form of cruelty. Torture was a level of violence that extended beyond what even he was willing to bestow - his hands may have caused many deaths, and the weight of each one would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life, but even those had the mercy of being a quick end. The wounds and scars that ripple over Dream’s skin, thin and stretched tightly over his bones with little muscle and fat left to cushion them, speak of horrors that were anything but merciful.

“I didn’t know they were capable of all of this,” Techno says, once, as they huddle of Dream, wringing towels in cold water to wipe his feverish skin. Techno’s hand reaches for the ribboning gold-filled scars that remain from the execution - carefully, Phil raises his hand to let his fingertips brush over them as well. ��I mean, I knew he was dangerous and all, but-”

“I know, mate,” Phil looks back at Dream’s face, tight even in unconsciousness, at the darkened, hand-shaped bruises that remain around his throat, at the scar that runs over his left eye, clearly meant to mirror the same one that makes its way down the duck hybrid’s own face. “You said that Quackity and Sam were working together?”

“Yeah,” Techno’s expression darkens, eyes focused somewhere on the wall, seemingly very far away. He said that nothing happened to him in the prison, and he seemed relatively unharmed when Phil activated the stasis chamber, but ever since he came back, sometimes he’ll have moments, and Phil can’t help but - wonder. “Quackity does the dirty work, Sam gives him the way in and out, probably also the tools to do it. It’s-” he huffs a short, self-recriminating laugh. “It’s bad, Phil.”

“Mate-”

Techno shoots him a look, and Phil cringes, knowing already that he’d used the wrong tone. Even with the execution, Techno had been adamant to hide all traces of his own terror and fear away from him, masking it all with fury for Phil’s own sake. He knows, just from the way his old friend looks at the ribboning scars that remain sometimes, that he is far from as over the whole ordeal as he acts, but Techno never wants to talk and Phil never knows the right time to ask and they smooth it all behind plans and explosions and hope that the TNT can blow apart the trauma, too. He’s got a sneaking suspicion that the same thing is going to happen, here.

“As soon as we can,” Techno starts again, pointedly shifting his eyes away from Phil’s face, “we’re calling a Syndicate meeting to figure out what we’re going to do about the prison. Like- come on, man, you couldn’t make a more transparent abuse of institutional power if you tried, really-” he looks over, uncharacteristic uncertainty warring over his features. “If you think that’s good, I mean-“

“Of course, mate.” Phil’s voice softens. “Whenever you’re ready.”

‘Whenever he’s ready,’ as it turns out, is easier said than done, becoming even more evident when their charge wakes up from his days long spell of unconsciousness. The worst of his injuries have, under their careful care and the benefit of many potions, healed enough to no longer directly threaten his life, but the vast majority have quite some time to go before being healed completely. Being as the goal was torture and not death, most of his injuries weren’t made to be life-threatening, but rather to cause as much pain as possible - from the grimace that twists Dream’s face when he struggles to force himself awake, they’re doing their jobs.

“Hey, mate, slow down,” Phil murmurs, pressing the man down by his shoulder when Dream weakly tries to push himself up and off the bed, and his struggling only lasts for a few more minutes before he gives up and slumps against his pillow, eyes cracking open and seeming surprisingly lucid.

“Where-“ his voice is wrecked, and Phil reaches for the glass of water at the bedside as Dream coughs. “Where am I?”

“You’re at Techno’s house,” Dream’s eyes widen and then slip closed as he processes the information, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as they knit together. “We broke you out, after Techno escaped with a stasis chamber with your book. Do you remember?”

Dream gnaws on his bottom lip. “Um- yeah. I think.” His head turns as his eyes crack open again- “Techno-“

“He’s out, right now. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh.” Dream falls back into the bed, strength seemingly sapped from the short conversation. His breathing stutters, then steadies. “Okay.”

Recovery is slow. Phil doesn’t actually find himself seeing the man very often; now that he doesn’t need around-the-clock care anymore, he’s moved back into his own house, letting Techno do most of the work when it comes to rehabilitating the escaped convict crashing at his house. As he begins to spend more of his time awake and aware, he brings a whole slew of new problems; Phil catches him screaming one day, blurting harsh, angry words as Techno reads, unbothered from the other side of the room, and he stops in his tracks standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Um-“ he winces when Dream curses, smashes something against the floor, and then curls into himself at the sound. Techno doesn’t even flinch. “Am I interrupting something?”

Dream stomps away, face flushed, arms wrapped around himself. Techno raises an eyebrow.

“You lookin’ for something, Phil?” he asks, and the unpleasant knot in Phil’s chest refuses to unwind.

The episodes, unfortunately, don’t seem to get much better. Though he’s rarely outright violent, Dream looks constantly murderous, usually muttering underneath his breath about something or another while he stalks the grounds of Techno’s house. It’s not too long before Techno sends him out to work around the house instead of just moping within the cottage, which also means that Phil sees him a lot more - tending to a small farm behind the house, feeding the dogs, hacking away at mobs, and usually complaining the entire time. It’s unnerving, even as injured and unarmored as the man is, to see him walking around like this; despite his rather pathetic appearance, swamped in sweaters that dwarf him thoroughly and thin enough to look like the slightest breeze will knock him over, his eyes are flinty and intelligent and bubble with promises of revenge.

“FUCK!” Phil turns to see him slamming a shovel into the snow, stomping away into the woods, and his hands tighten around his cup of tea. Next to him, Techno shrugs.

“Nerd’s got a few issues,” he drawls, and Phil laughs shortly.

“That seems like an understatement.”

“He’ll ease up in time,” Techno sounds surprisingly confident, completely content despite the muffled curses that come from the woods next to them. He’s probably used to it, with Chat and all, but Phil can’t quite seem to find the same calm.

“I just don’t know, mate,” Phil shakes his head. “You sure having him around is the best idea? He doesn’t seem...stable.”

Techno looks up at him over the rim of his cup of coffee. His head tilts, considering, but there’s a small smile on his face that tells Phil that Techno, inexplicably, doesn’t share the same sentiments. There was always a part of him that was, for the lack of a better word, softer than the rest of the server for his self-proclaimed rival, a sort of understanding that Phil could hardly hope (nor would really want to) understand.

“Don’t worry, Phil, if he tries anything I can always just tie him up in the attic or something,” Phil huffs a small laugh, amused, and nods to concede the point. “And- well, call it intuition. You could really try talkin’ to him, you know. He reminds me of you, sometimes.”

The words stick in his head despite his best efforts, rattling in his skull when he tries to sleep, lingering when he catches glimpses of the green-clothed man stalking around their properties. He can’t imagine what would’ve prompted his old friend to make the comparison, can’t think of a single thing (besides their affinity for the color green) that would mark him as similar to the - from what he’s heard - deranged menace with a particular penchant for destruction (not that his rants and fits of anger are doing anything to correct that impression). Even so, Techno had sounded so sure when he’d made the comparison, the words offhand like he’d thought them a million times before, like it was a simple observation that held no more weight than commenting on the color of the sky. Phil watches as Dream lugs a pile of logs behind him, huffing at one of Techno’s dogs that comes to chase and nip at his feet and grumbling loudly before faceplanting into the snow. He just...can’t see it.

Days later, Wilbur comes to visit, a grin on his lips as he dramatically recounts his newest exploit: a nation by Las Nevadas, a supposed safe haven away from the glitter and glory of Quackity’s city; it sounds brilliant, it sounds lovely, and more than anything it sounds stupid, and Phil tells him as such immediately.

“You’re being reckless,” he rants at his son, wings flaring outwards and only barely noticing Dream watching from the corner of his eye, “What are you doing- picking fights with Quackity? Starting another nation- didn’t you see what happened to the first two you made? You’re going to get yourself killed, Wil!”

“Well, I’ve already seen what’s on the other side of death, and it’s really not that bad-“

“You’re my son!” The words are angrier than Phil would’ve liked, and he knows that he looks ridiculous and overbearing, criticizing the actions of his fully grown son, but all he can see is Wilbur’s face, slack with pain and grief, stained with ash and soot as his eyes flutter to half-mast in the midst of the rubble of a country he loved and destroyed and destroyed him in turn. “I can’t lose you again, Wil!”

Wilbur doesn’t quite storm out, but it’s a near thing, leaving with a clipped goodbye and leaving Phil seething on his doorstep. He spends the rest of the night pacing around the house in a sort of mad frenzy, wings stretching and folding over and over. Not for the first time, he longs for the sky, to feel the air through his wings and let the world fall into pinpricks below him; it’s this that leads him to the roof of his house, staring stubbornly at the clouds as the sun sinks down to the horizon.

“Hey.”

Phil startles; there, down below him, is Dream. He rocks back on his heels, seeming awkward, before clambering up the wall (Phil rolls his eyes at the ease with which he scales it, the feeling in his chest almost fond) and settling himself on the shingles at Phil’s side.

“Hey, mate,” Phil shakes his head. The fondness leaves, and the irritation that had risen at Wilbur’s words, earlier, comes back full-force. “Sorry- Wil came to visit, we talked. I just needed some time to think.”

Dream hums in acknowledgement, and they fall into a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipping down past the mountains in the distance.

“You know,” Dream starts, sudden, “I told him the same thing.” He looks up at Phil, eyes faraway with old memories. “Wilbur, I mean. When he made L’manburg- I told him he was being reckless.” He shrugs. “I guess he never listened.”

Phil pauses, Techno’s words ringing in his ears. He reminds me of you, sometimes.

Dream looks surprisingly normal up close - face no longer reddened with fever or pale from blood loss, even the scars fail to really take from the boyishness of his face. He bites his lips, eyes falling away at Phil’s scrutiny, golden blond hair flopping over his forehead, newly trimmed to be something a little closer to his old length, at least in the front, the back pulled into a small ponytail. He’s young, and shockingly awkward, teeth worrying his lip, hands fiddling with each other, shifting his weight from one foot to the other several times a minute. He looks like a kid.

“He never does,” Phil lets himself smile, watches as Dream smiles back, almost like they’re sharing a joke. He wonders how well he really knows the man behind the mask. “Want to come in for some tea?”

Dream smiles wider, and something old and worn in Phils chest, knocked loose ever since he felt his son fall limp in his arms with his own sword shoved between his ribs, falls back into place.

“That would be great,” Dream replies, the words almost hopeful, and they go inside.

#tw trauma #tw death #tw blood #tw injury #tw torture #tw abuse #tw starvation #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks

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savoryscribbles · 3 years

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Love Is Not Mortal Bound

A/n: hehehehe more Genshin.

Background Knowledge: This idea is… difficult to explain… so I have no idea where I got the idea, but for some reason I thought that Rex Lapis(Zhongli) has given Cloud Retainer her knowledge to make contraptions and Mountain Shaper his umm Amber flowers? I looked back at the dialogue again, and no surprise, I was wrong. But following this idea, I had come up with this fic idea, so I’m just gonna like, shift the universe a lil bit. So like, you’ll see later, but Xiao too gets his own thanks from Rex, he just doesn’t know it.

Words: I have no clue, I’m sorry. It’s lots tho

Warnings: just a lil lot bit o’ angst, ends happily though!

Pairing: Xiao x half-adeptus!gn!reader, platonic!friends!Zhongli x reader

Tags: Sort of soulmate AU?, angst at the beginning(reader gets rejected), reincarnation(really only mentions of it but still), long convos with Zhongli lmao, he’s also kinda ooc(out of character) cause I just met him in game today, swearing, lots of interruptions cause they’re my fav dialogue to right tbh.

You and Xiao sat atop the balcony at the Wangshu Inn, as usual, but one thing made this day different. You no longer wanted to hide your feelings for the adepti, so this was the day you’d tell him. And that part went smoothly, you hardly stumbled over your words, sure you were shaking a little bit, but who wouldn’t be nervous confessing their love to a 2000+ year old adapti? What you weren’t prepared for, was his response.

“Hmm? Love? You almost make chuckle. You don’t love me, no mortal loves me.” He dryly chuckled, not even cracking a slight smile.

“Half mortal.” You mutter under your breath. You were embarrassed, forgetting how much rejection hurts.

“But do you-“

“I would only hurt you in the long run, and you would only hurt me. I don’t know if you realize this, but I’m still going to live a lot longer than you, no matter what part adepti you are. And no I do not love you” Xiao crudely cut you off.

At this point your eyes had begun to swell with tears. Maybe it was cliche, but you couldn’t think of anything else besides running, to somewhere you didn’t have to hear the harsh words of the adeptus.

Xiao’s POV:

It hurt like hell.

Worse than any sort of karmic debt he had to pay, if he could choose, he’d rather pay his dues a thousand times over.

The worst part was he knew he’d hurt you, purposefully. Which he long ago sworn himself from doing. And no matter how much he tried to justify it, the pain would not leave.

Xiao also didn’t know why exactly he felt this pain. He has gotten far to close to many people before, and every time they’d confess, he’d reject them the same way, you were no different.

Except you were, in every way possible. Of all the people he’d met in his thousands of years he’d never been more intrigued by someone. He’d never met nor heard of a ‘half-adeptus.’ Xiao also never really felt drawn to such a bubbly person, preferring the company of those who could handle the harsh angles of his personality.

Did he regret hurting you? Yes, but that pain would be temporary, saving both him and you the potentially thousands your relationship would cause.

Reader’s POV:

By sunset you were in Liyue, your tears had run dry hours ago, you didn’t feel anything short of numb, barely uttering an apology to the person you’d ran into.

“Oh! Hello y/n, how did things go with Xiao?” Zhongli asked, nearly sending you into another onslaught of tears. You had asked for his opinion on your idea earlier that day, which he almost instantly supported. You’d found it odd, seeing as he usual talked it out with you, but all he’d done is provide the best support a unnerving geo archon could.

“Not good.” You whispered, trying to push past him, which proved to be fruitless as he put his hand atop your shoulders.

“Come with me, we shall talk over tea.” You slightly nodded. You felt like shit, but you supposed talking wouldn’t make you feel worse.

As Zhongli made the tea, which you could tell was one of your favorite blends, your thoughts drifted back to earlier.

‘You don’t love me, no mortal loves me.’

You looked up, bring yourself back to the room before you, finding Zhongli already staring at you. He offered a tiny smile as you met his eyes.

“So, what happened? I can assume from your body language that things didn’t exactly go well.” He pondered, not really expecting an answer.

“Well… um. He. We, we were sitting. on the balcony like we usually did… I, waited for the conversation to lull. Then I kinda just brought it up.” You shrugged, looking anywhere but Zhongli’s eyes. You saw him nod out of the corner of your eye, so you continued.

“And then it really went down hill,” you lightly chuckled “he was really, mean about it. Sure he’s rude, he’s blunt, and he’s a huge grump, but,,, I don’t know how I thought he’d act, I don’t know why I even did it, what was I supposed to expect out of this?” You exclaimed actually laughing now, causing Zhongli to put a hand on yours.

“He’s softer when he’s with you. You simply thought he’d be nice about it, most are, depending on their maturity.” You nodded, he somehow put your feelings into a comprehensible sentence.

“At, at first I, I held on a ounce of hope, because he, he didn’t say he didn’t love me.” You offered, shrugging.

“He doesn’t though.” You muttered, looking at your half empty cup.

“Oh? What makes you say that?” He asked, which made you scoff.

“He literally said he didn’t! He didn’t even sugar coat it, in fact he probably mistook the salt for sugar.” You responded. ‘There’s no way in hell he loves me.’

“Hmm, still, Xiao is a complicated adepti, he is the most loyal, yet most hesitant. It took almost a millennia to gain his trust fully. I bet if you called for him he would come-.”

“I’m not testing that theory.” You interrupted.

“I wasn’t asking you to. Just stating a mere fact.” He responded with a slight smirk.

“It doesn’t matter anyways, if I wanted him to even consider reciprocating my feelings, it would take who knows how long. And Xiao was right, I am only half adepti, which doesn’t happen often, there’s no reliable information on how long we live.”

“So that’s what he’s worried about? Time?” Zhongli sighed, pinching his nose. “He’ll find that hardly matters” he whispered quietly, so you wouldn’t hear.

“I’m going to pay him a visit.” Zhongli decided, standing up from the table.

“What! Right now? Why?” You responded, confused. ‘I hope he’s not doing anything rash’

“Yes right now, and it’s because I have some things to tell him.” He blankly responded as he made his way to the door.

“Isn’t it a little to late though? He’s probably tired, and you could get hurt. You know the hilichurls strike at night.” You quickly suggest, jumping in front of him, trying to stop him from leaving.

“You forget adepti, especially Yaksha such as Xiao. And no need to fret, I can handle a couple(hundred) hilichurls, I’ll be fine.” He responded before lightly pushing you out of the way.

“Can you at least wait until morning so I can accompany you?” You begged, you really didn’t want the Geo Archon interfering with your love life, something told you it was one of the few skills he lacked.

“I apologize, the matter I wish to discuss is not something you should exactly know of just yet. In addiction, do you really want to see the man who tore your heart apart mere hours ago?” Zhongli cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re right, but if seeing him means stopping you from making things worse, then I really have no choice.” You replied.

“You think I’m going to make the situation worse? How so?” He questioned, a light smile adorning his face.

“Well, no offense, you just don’t seem the type to be some sort of, love guru.” You slowly answered, trying not to offend him in the process.

Zhongli genuinely laughed, “I have no intention of convince or force him to love you, I might be a god, but I’m not ruthless, especially to someone whose done so much for me.”

You sighed, there was just no way to stop him. “Fine, I’m going to make myself home here though. And if you’re gone longer than a day I’m going to go looking for you.” Zhongli nodded at your statement before rushing out the door, disappearing into thin air.

You sighed before closing the door, hoping he wouldn’t fuck up any chances you might still have with Xiao.

Xiao’s POV:

Xiao felt a presence behind him, he knew it wasn’t you, but his heart still hoped. He was surprised however to see the Geo Archon standing before him.

He fell to one knee and bowed, it was difficult to break a 2000+ old habit.

“No need to bow, I’m not much of a god as I used to be” Zhongli joked, no shocked when Xiao didn’t laugh and merely stood up.

“Is there a reason for your visit Master Zhongli?” Xiao asked, sure the archon was free to come and go, but never really showed up without a reason.

“Yes actually.” He replied, walking to the edge of the balcony. “Would you like to know a fun fact, one most don’t know?” The adepti simply nodded.

“All Seven(7) Archons have soulmates.” Zhongli bluntly stated, turning to see Xiao’s reaction. Lips turning to a smile as the Yaksha’s face twisted into surprise.

“Really? How does that work? Aren’t the Seven(7) the most powerful beings in the world?” Xiao skeptically asked.

“You’re wrong, Celestia is, it handpicks each of our soulmates, the one true person that will always get you, always be there even through the toughest of times.” Zhongli trailed off, reminiscing about his own soulmate.

“The… place, picks your soulmate? That makes no sense.” Xiao responded, still hesitant to believe him.

“Yes, it is the purest form of nature, you really think it doesn’t have a mind of its own?”(Zhongli)

“I suppose it does make sense, I’m guessing Guizhong is your soulmate?”(Xiao)

“Was. Just like gods, their soulmates too get reincarnated, but as you know Guizhong has not been in the world for thousands of years. I think it’s safe to say she’s never coming back.” Zhongli sighed softly.

“Okay that makes-“

“But I’m not here for a pity party-“

“Go ahead.” They said in unison.

“Go ahead and speak Master.Zhongli.” Xiao insisted.

“As I was saying, I didn’t come here for a pity party. Moving on, you know Cloud Retainer, and Mountain Shaper? Well, long ago, I repaid them for their help. Mountain Shaper with his Amber coated flowers, and Cloud Retainer with unlimited knowledge and space for contraptions.” Zhongli explained.

“Yes, I’m aware, what does this have to do with your visit exactly?” Xiao asked, crossing his arms.

“Well you too did not go unpaid. You were the most loyal, so I decided to give you something a little more special.” The Archon said, a smile dancing on his lips.

“I wouldn’t say I’m the most-“

“Nonsense, you are the only one of the main adepti still following the orders I gave many millennium ago.” Zhongli interrupted.

“…Okay, and this ‘gift’ of sorts, what is it?”(Xiao)

“A soulmate.” Zhongli replied instantaneously.

“What?”(Xiao)

“I gave you a soulmate.” Zhongli repeated.

“You- you didn’t give up Guizhong just to give me a soulmate did you?!” Xiao asked aggressively, there was no way in hell he was letting Zhongli get away with that, geo Archon or no.

“Goodness no. It was her last request. She did not want to live in a endless cycle of love and sadness, she felt as though a one time move was more pure. She asked me to give a soulmate to the one who deserves it the most.” Zhongli explained, with a sad smile.

“And, you think that’s me?”(Xiao)

“Most certainly.”(Zhongli)

“But, why?”(Xiao)

“Because, as someone who has experienced the utter love and peacefulness that comes with your soulmate, there is no one else who deserves that peace at mind other than you. You sacrifice your physical pain to keep this city safe, the lifestyle of a Yaksha is not a happy one. But you know that, you have excepted that, and refused to let anyone get caught up into your ‘mess’ of a lifestyle. But you, Xiao, one of the most loyal, and honestly, most kind and considerate adepti I’ve met, you deserve a happy and peaceful life.” Zhongli ranted, it was clear he had this speech prepared before hand.

“That is just not possible, it won’t matter how peaceful I feel, it will be temporary, it will disperse the next time I fight. You know this.” Xiao didn’t like this idea, the idea of someone being entangled in his mess for eternity was not an idea he was to keen about.

“I’m sure they won’t mind. I believe they find peace knowing you are okay.” Zhongli said with a knowing smile.

Xiao squinted his eyes, “The way you talk, it makes me think you already know who my soulmate is.”

“Hmm maybe, maybe not. I’m not the one who can confirm that.” Zhongli said, turning to leave, before stopping.

“How, how do I figure out who my soulmate is then?” Xiao asked frantically.

“It will hurt like hell to hurt them, even accidentally. The pain is hard to miss.” Zhongli finished his sentence, causing Xiao’s eyes to shoot open, before fading into the night sky.

‘Now, to find something to kill time.’ Zhongli thought to himself.

Readers POV:

You awoke in a bed unfamiliar to you, before registering the fact that you were still at Zhongli’s house.

‘Fuck, is he back yet?’

You quickly got up from the bed, and scanned the whole house, with zero(0) signs of Zhongli. You sighed dreadfully, knowing this would be inevitable.

‘Can’t I just, go back to sleep?’

You got dressed quickly, the possibility that Zhongli had been attacked quickened your pace.

As you ran though the city, you didn’t bother with niceties, barely stopping for most, muttering a ‘sorry super busy right now.’

Finally, at mid-day, you made it to the dreaded inn, you had stopped multiple times at hilichurl camps, checking for any remains of your friend.

You looked up at the Wangshu Inn.

‘This is gonna hurt’

Xiao’s POV:

He felt your presence near him, like a breath of fresh air. Only it was short lasted as he saw your distraught face, remembering he was the reason for your sadness.

Zhongli was right, it hurts, bad. Even at the smallest of things.

Xiao reckoned it wasn’t the best idea to greet you immediately, and waited for you on the highest balcony, where you would likely go first. He shocked himself at his own giddiness.

Both??? Like you can ‘see’ both their thoughts POV:

You walked as slowly as possible, at this point your friends safety could not overpower the insatiable sadness you felt. Climbing these stairs just made all the memories from the day prior more vivid, and it got worse as you ascended higher.

Finally, you’d made it to the last step, not wanting to look up. You weren’t sure if Xiao was there or not, but you asked your question anyways.

“Um Zhongli told me he needed to talk to you yesterday, and I told him if he wasn’t back by the time I woke up, I’d come here myself to get him, so did he make it here last night? That’s all I really need to know then I’ll get out of your hair.” You slightly laughed at the end.

‘Even after I broke their heart into pieces they still worry about being an inconvenience? Hm’ Xiao thought to himself.

“Yes he made it here perfectly safe, I even watched him leave, though I have no clue where he wondered off too.” Xiao answered in the softest tones he could muster.

“Oh okay-“

“I hope you know you’d never be an inconvenience to me.” The adepti added, not worried about cutting you off.

Only his statement made your blood boil. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Cause it sure seemed like I was one yesterday.”

“I- I wasn’t in my right mind, I didn’t know information that I do now.” Xiao flusteredly respond. Not many(aka no one ever) get to see the stone cold adepti with such emotion clearly written on his face, but that was something you paid no mind to.

“Oh yeah like what? What could possibly change your mind over fucking night?” You were borderline furious right now, hot tears rolling freely down your face. You assumed his softness was some sort of game he’s playing. One you wanted no part of.

“Quite a lot actually.” He muttered under his breath, trying not to provoke you further.

“Like what?” You sobbed, all anger dissipating from your voice, leaving behind the sadness and helplessness.

“It’s difficult to explain, and a long story. If you’re willing to listen I’ll-“

“Please do, and this better not be some joke either.” You said apprehensively.

“No. No. I wouldn’t do that to you, ever.” He responded confidently.

“Okay, so get to explaining?” You asked impatiently, jokingly tapping your foot against the wooden boards of the balcony.

“Can I do one thing first?” Xiao asked with an eyebrow raise.

“I guess, but it better be-“

Xiao’s lips fell softly against yours, something you’d been wanting for awhile, however nothing you’d imagine could outshine the real thing. His lips moved against yours hesitantly. Sure he was a 2000+ year old adepti, but he’d also never kissed anyone before. He has observed them before however, the balcony he calls home is quite a romantic hot spot.

He pulls away far to fast, not just his lips, his whole body, your own missing his warmth, it was tempting to pull him back in.

“I’m definitely more convinced this isn’t a trick now.” You said slowly, still catching your breath, Xiao was too taking low breaths.

“So if I do it again you’ll believe me when I say I’d never trick you like that?” He said with a slight eyebrow raise. Pulling your body flush with his.

“Perhaps.” You responded playfully. “But don’t forget, you still have lots of explaining to do!”

“I know, let’s just be like this for a while longer okay?”

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 2

Levi x reader

Pt 2 (Final part)

Pairing : Levi x Cadet reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted rape, mentions of injury, cursing, violence. 18+ only please

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Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments! You're all amazing! I did my best to write Levi not ooc, so please lemme know if I did an ok job. This chapter was hard to write so please lemme know what you think! Enjoy!

"Look at me" he was less angry now and more concerned. Because although he would never admit it. He cared for his team deeply and hated to see any of them hurt.

Knowing you couldn't disobey you sucked in a breath and slowly lifted your head up.

And when Levi's steel eyes met your teary ones they turned into one of shock.

Slowly his eyes travelled over your form. His eye brows furrowed at the grip marks that covered your chin. He looked down further and saw that both your wrists were red. His eyes travelled back up and his whole body froze when he saw the angry looking bruise peeking from under your collar.

He stood there in shock for a moment before snapping out it.

"Y/n.." he started slowly, almost gently.

"Tell me what happened" he clenched his jaw when he realized how scared you look. It did not sit well with him that a girl as strong as you ended up in this state.

Tell him?? I can't... Oro said that he would-!

"I-I c-can't" you closed your eyes feeling completely overwhelmed. Levi was going to be so angry with you, but you couldn't risk being expelled from the survey corps.

Had your eyes been open you would've seen the flash of concern that crossed his usually stoic features. Knowing he wouldnt get anywhere with you in that state he asked you to follow him. Not knowing what else to do you did...

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Silently he led you to a room you had never seen before. It was neat and organized, and off to the side you saw a small stove and sink.

You were so out of it, the shock taking over that you didnt even remember being sat down at a small table.

You stared at the wood in silence, listening to some clanging around you for several minutes but snapped out of it when a small plate and tea cup full of something steaming and sweet smelling was put in front of you.

Wordlessly you looked up at your captain who took a seat near you, but far away enough not to add to your nervousness.

"Drink, it'll help" he ordered quietly. And so you did. You both sat in silence until the last drop was gone. You thought he would yell at the clattering noise your cup made every time your shakey hands grabbed it but he didnt. He sat there quiet and silent.

When you were done you let out a small thank you. You felt a tiny bit less shakey but no where near relaxed. How could you be?

Levi silently took the cup, and deposited it in the sink.

When he was finished, he made his way back to you and sat down.

"Y/n, I know you don't wanna talk, but I need to know what happened" he started calmly.

You looked into his eyes and saw that he was patient and not at all angry.

Could you tell him the truth? Oro said that he would ruin your future but if you told captain Levi, would he protect you? Despite his harsh demeanor you knew that Levi did care and protect his team when it came down to it. Even his harsh disciplines were usually for the best. Even if we couldn't see it.

But even so...Oro is his friend... way longer than I've been his cadet...what if I tell him and he talks to Oro and oro tells him something else that he believes over me.

Levi noticed the hitch in your breath and tried to calm you down once more, "Listen to me y/n, Its my job to look out for you, you're safe now" he promised gently, well as gently as he levi could be) you looked and saw sincerety in his orbs. Your mouth formed the shape to speak. But you still were not able.

"If you're not able to tell me what happened yet, I need you to at least give me a name" he tried to reason. You couldn't believe how calm and patient he was being with you. You so desperately wanted to tell him. But you were terrified.

"I-I'm afraid.." you admitted quietly in shame..

Levi felt anger rise within him, not at you no, but at whoever made you like this. He'd seen you take down titans like it was playtime at school. And now you were shaking like a leaf afraid of something he still had no idea what/who caused this.

"Like I said you're safe now-"

" Thats not.." you cut him off, "I-I'm afraid you won't take.... my side.." you admitted as a fresh set of tears ran down your face.

His eyes widened a little at this, did you not trust him?

"Y/n, listen to me" he waited until you raised your teary eyes up to meet his once more.

"You have proven yourself to be nothing but trustworthy during your time as my cadet. You have my word that no matter what you say, I will believe you" he said with finality.

And that was all you needed to hear to unlock the fear that held you back.

"Oro" you whispered.

His eyes widened in utter shock before turning into quiet rage.

"Oro did this.."

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Levi did a remarkable job of holding in his emotions as you told him what happened. You didn't do it all at once. You kept having to pause to collect yourself. And some things were harder to say than others. But slowly you told him everything, his words and what he did.

The whole time you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Afraid of what emotions his face held. But when you were finished and he stood up, you couldn't help but steal a glance.

You sucked in a breath.

*Ok small teeny tiny spoiler in the next paragraph from season 3*

The last time you witnessed levi in that state was when he fought the beast titan. His body was eerily calm, but his eyes. His eyes held death.

"Stay here" and with that he was gone and you were alone...

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It was torture waiting in that room. What was he going to do? The anxiety of waiting and doing nothing was killing you.

The panic mixed with exhaustion was such a strange feeling to you. Your mind was racing but your body felt on the verge on collapse.

Sighing you threw your head on the table and tucked your arms underneath.

You couldn't help but let your eyes droop.

You were somewhere between a light sleep and a deep one when the click of a door opening made you jolt awake.

"Heichou.." you went to stand but he motioned for you to stay put. To be honest you weren't sure you could stay upright. It felt like you had been thrown off a roof.

"W-what happened?" You couldn't wait another second before asking.

He stared at you for a moment, much more calm than when he had left earlier. "It's taken care of" he said finally.

You waited a few seconds for him to continue but he didn't.

"Um, by taken care of you mean...?" you nervously fidgeted with your hands.

He sighed and walked over to a nearby cabinet, not facing you he replied, "I mean that bastard won't be bothering you or anyone else anymore" you were slightly frustrated by his lack of elaboration.

Before you could press any further he turned around and cut you off, "Forget about it now, we can discuss it in the morning." You nodded hesitantly although all you wanted was some answers.

It was then you noticed that Levi was holding a small med kit in his hands. Before you knew it, he was sitting next to you, scooting the chair slightly closer.

"Hand" you stared blankly at the outstretched hand for a moment in confusion.

Whats he?... oh!

You snapped out of it not wanting to annoy him after all he had done for you by taking too long.

And despite the situation, you somehow found the capacity to still blush like a school girl when his soft hands gripped yours with surprising gentleness.

A comfortable silence filled the room as he got to work tending to your wrists. With more care than you thought he was capable he applied a cool ointment and wrapped them delicately.

You didnt even realize you were crying until you saw a fat tear plop onto the table. Levi looked up at you, pausing his movements.

"S-sorry! I didn't mean to-sorry..."you babbled embarrassed, your words not really making sense. You suddenly felt bad for putting him through all this. And now you couldn't even stop crying like an idiot.

You squeezed your eyes trying to stop the flow, but for some reason you couldn't stop. All the panic and relief caused you to feel so overwhelmed you couldn't help but let it all out. You also couldn't help but to keep apologizing over and over.

"Don't apologize.." your breath hitched at the quiet kindness in his voice. He had surprised you at least 20 times tonight by how gentle he was being. You slowly opened your eyes letting the tears fall freely. It was like the floodgates had opened, "heichou..." you swiped a hand over trying to quell the tears, "thank you" you sobbed out sincerely, not holding back.

And for the 21 time that night you were in utter disbelief when Captain Levi, the cold hearted, sadistic, cruel leader of the survey corps turned in his chair, facing opposite of you, reached a hand over to cradle your head and pulled you into his shoulder.

"It's alright y/n...its alright..." he whispered holding you close. Your wide eyes eventually closed and you clutched the arm cradling you. It was warm and safe and secure, and your heart filled with happiness, because despite everything that had happened, you knew you always could trust him, and maybe it was selfish to think this but a part of you believed that out of everyone on his squad, he only had showed this kindness to you.

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The next morning as you made your way into the hall for breakfast. You couldn't help but feel everything was a bit too normal. Despite your fears, people weren't whispering about you, or giving you looks.

Sighing you found your usual spot by Sasha and Mikasa. Luckily the Mark's on your chin had lessened enough to where you could pass it off as a "I fell out of be and hit my chin on the floor" kinda thing.

After some time the boys joined as well,

"Ne did you guys hear?!" Armin exclaimed suddenly as he placed his tray down.

"Hear what?" Eren asked chewing on a piece of bread.

"About Captain Oro!" At that you felt your heart skip a beat.

Shit, what had he heard?

"What about him?" He asked raising a eyebrow.

"He was arrested!"

"What?!"

"No way!"

"There's no way!" They all were in shock.

"Its true!" He exclaimed.

"I was on my way to deliver some things to Hange-San when I saw him get dragged away by the police! And get this, he was all bloody and bruised! Like he had just been in a fight or something! They were practically carrying him!"

What?! Did Captain Levi...?!?

"Why was he arrested??" Mikasa chimed in.

"I don't know, I asked around but no one seems to know anything.."

"Huh, weird.. I wonder what happend" one of them responded.

One day you would tell them what happened but for now you decided to keep quiet.

Suddenly a flash of raven hair caught your attention. You spotted the captain making his way to Hanges table across the room. When he caught your gaze you couldn't help the small rush of heat and found your lips pulling up into a grateful smile.

He nodded simply and continued on.

Despite everything people said about him, he truly was a good person. And you couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the thought that he beat up Oro because he hurt you.

You still felt the rush of heat at the memories of last night and how he held you. After your cries had quieted down he escorted you to your room and told you to get some sleep.

You thanked him again and that was that. All night all you could think about was- well of course everything that happened- but also, the gentle way Levi tended to your wrists, the way he held your head close, the way he smelled up close the way-

"Hey y/n?" Jean leaned over with an eyebrow quirked.

"Y-yeah?"

"Why are you so red?"

Shit

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Not That Dress (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: S M U T under the cut

Requested: yes @the-knights-of-saint-gay said ‘I want some dick (personally I think Newt is the pounding type and the reader is moan-in-his-mouth-while-doing-missionary type’ lmao this request still got me SENT- hope you like it love 💕

Summary: There’s a particular dress of yours that you know always drives your husband mad. You are having far too much fun teasing your husband but what will happen when you push him too far? Featuring shameless flirt!reader and very exasperated Newt on their honeymoon.

A/N: this is straight UP sin ppls I know I know I wrote a lot of fluff in the lead up to the thing - but is anyone surprised by this point? I tried really hard to not make Newt too OOC and I kinda vibe this for him ngl. I stand by my previous statements that Newt is a Hufflepuff through and through - even in the bedroom. Seriously I feel like I need some holy water IM SORRY.

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Taglist: @moonkissk7 @just-an-auror

Newt knew he was in trouble the second you stepped out of the hotel room in that dress with a little sparkle in your eyes that told him you knew exactly what you were doing.

He should have known you were plotting something the moment you told him to wait out in the hall and that you would be ready in a moment. You’d never had an issue with getting dressed in front of him before though Newt would always face the other way to give you privacy like a true gentleman.

This was something you always teased him for, often draping yourself over his back and wrapping your arms around him from behind just to see him blush when he realised you were in nothing but your undergarments.

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“Y/N, would you get dressed? We’re going to be late”, he croaked out in a strained voice, feeling the warm blush travelling down his cheeks as you skimmed your hands over his chest with a soft hum.

“Honey, we’re going to be wed in less than a month. I don’t think you have to look the other way when I’m getting changed anymore,” you chuckled as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, trailing your hand over his firm chest one last time before you stepped away from him.

“I know but I wasn’t raised to be a Peeping Tom, darling.”

“Well you had no problems looking at me last night when w-“

“Y/N!” Newt cried out loudly and you could see the blush now working its way up the back of his neck.

“Oh please Newt how can you possibly be shy after all the things-“

“I’m NOT LISTENING! You’re trying to get a rise out of me and I’m NOT listening!” Newt called, clapping his hands over his ears and making a scene of humming loudly over your teasing.

You smirked to yourself as you tugged on the one dress, the one article of clothing you knew he would protest you wearing, checking your reflection over with a proud smile before you twirled him around by his shoulders to face you.

Newt’s eyes widened comically as he took you in and you caught the way his eyes dropped briefly to the neckline of the dress before he looked back up at you with his jaw agape “no no no no no. Absolutely not, anything but that.” he rambled shaking his head quickly.

He paused when he saw you glaring at him with one hand cocked on your hip “excuse you Newton Scamander but since when did you start deciding what I can and can’t wear?”

Newt actually let out a quiet whine then, looking at you with a pleading expression as he took your hands “I don’t and I can’t- I would never ever I am just begging you- not that dress. Not when we’re going to visit my parents.”

You dropped your peeved facade immediately at his pleading, the smug smile returning to your lips “why not this dress? What’s so special about this dress?” You tried to play innocent and clueless but Newt was not having it as he gripped your hips in his hands with a little more vigor than he usually would.

“You know exactly what you little minx,” he said lowly as he pulled you in against him without warning and began to pepper the column of your neck with kisses causing you to squeal.

And you did know. You had knowingly Pavloved your sweet, oblivious boyfriend to react a certain way whenever he saw you in said dress.

It had been the dress you had been wearing the first time you went down on him and the dress you wore before you slept together for the first time. You’d worn it several times since, when you had initiated sexy time.

Newt had eventually come to recognise it as the dress that drives him mental.

You pushed him away, looking up at him with a shy smile then because you knew he was right and it really wouldn’t be appropriate to tease him in such a way for lunch with his parents.

“Okay okay” you said, holding your hands up in surrender as you reached back to unzip the dress, rolling your eyes when Newt turned away from you quickly.

Shaking your head with a fond smile you made quick work of getting changed before you stepped around to face him. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sigh of relief he let out when he saw you were decent because your fiancé may have very well been the most adorable and sweetest man on the planet.

You smiled as he took your hand in his own, fixing you with one last exasperated expression before he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand “one day, I might just snap. And then what will you do?”

“Sit back and take it like a good girl.” you said casually with a sweet smile, giggling at the look of utter shock he now wore. He took a few minutes to gather himself and lift his jaw from the floor.

- - - - -

And now a month later you were on your honeymoon with your husband and you were travelling around the world with him as he’d promised. Currently you were in New York because it was where you had promised to drop in first and catch up with Tina, Queenie and Jacob.

You’d immensely enjoyed catching up with the Goldstein’s and getting to see how Jacob’s bakery was thriving and now you were due at the younger sisters' flat for a small cocktail night that Queenie and Jacob were throwing.

Now you were looking forward to the chance to dress up but Newt had needed some persuasion as usual from the moment that Queenie had mentioned the word ‘party.’

He was sulking in the hotel corridor when you appeared in the dress and you didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up instantaneously before a dark expression quickly passed over his features.

“Y/N”, he murmured in a half scolding tone but you were quick to shrug your coat on and take his hand in your own, tugging him down the corridor after you.

“Not another complaint out of you, mister. We’re going to be late.” You tossed his own words in his face as you pulled him along. The coat covered you up for the most part and Newt was relieved but he knew that relief would be short lived.

When you arrived at Queenie and Jacob’s place Newt was completely distracted by greeting the Goldstein sisters and the sheer volume of people packed into the tiny flat that he missed you slipping off your coat behind him.

“Ah Mr. and Mrs. Scamander have arrived!” Jacob called loudly, clapping Newt on the shoulder and you couldn’t help the smile and small flutter in your chest at the use of your new title.

“Sorry we’re late, the Niffler was being a nuisance,” you lied so easily that Newt quickly looked back at you where you were greeting Tina and Queenie.

The retort died on his lips and he gulped audibly as his gaze roved over your form. He broke out of his ogling when Queenie’s surprised giggle met his ears and he glanced at the woman to see her covering her mouth as she looked back at Newt in amusement.

Odd. He could have sworn she couldn’t easily read his thoughts.

“When you’re thinkin’ em that loud honey I’m pretty sure even Jacob knows” Queenie teased as she hugged him tightly in greeting, squeezing his shoulder to reassure him.

“Relax sweet cheeks, you’re recently married to the girl of your dreams and your thoughts are loud with happiness. Ain’t no one here gonna judge you,” Queenie murmured for only Newt to hear and Newt smiled thankfully back at her though he couldn’t suppress the blush that filled his cheeks.

“Well I don’t suppose Y/N’s inner monologue is embarrassing like mine,” Newt murmured and Queenie smiled widely at him before she peeked back over her shoulder to where you were talking animatedly with Tina.

“She’s just thinking about you. And calling herself Mrs Scamander over and over again.” Queenie laughed and Newt looked back at you in adoration, shaking his head to himself as he made his way over to you with drinks for both of you.

Not long later you were sitting pressed into his side at a small table listening to Tina ramble on about her most recent case at MACUSA. Newt was finding it increasingly more difficult to focus on Tina’s words as you lay your hand on his knee and slowly began to trail your hand up his leg.

Newt jolted a little when your hand drifted a little too close to the growing tent in his trousers and he quickly gripped your hand in his own, glancing down at you.

But of course you just smiled innocently back up at him, tracing your other hand along the neckline of your dress and Newt had to dig deep to find the willpower to look away from you and focus back on Tina who was still talking about the pile of paperwork she’d had to sign that week.

Newt frowned when you worked your hand free from his and wandered away from him, his eyes following you as you made your way to the makeshift bar.

You were in the middle of fixing you both another round of drinks when a gentleman sauntered over to you, grinning down at you widely “and who is this little heartbreaker we have here? What are you doing fixing your own drinks, angel face?”

You couldn’t help but twitch at the pet name because it sounded utterly wrong coming from someone other than Newt. The man in question was now leering down at you with the most obnoxious smirk on his face and your eyes quickly flicked to your husband.

Newt had noticed the man immediately as he’d been watching you from across the room and he felt a heat flaring up his neck at the way the other man was looking like he wanted to devour you.

He was just about to push himself to his feet and go and intervene as you were preparing to put the man in his place. But Queenie beat you both to it as she slipped between the pair of you, gripping the young man by his shoulders.

“Patrick, Y/N is a married woman! And I suggest you remove yourself before Mr.Scamander unleashes one of his creatures on you.”

The man, Patrick, blinked quickly and glanced over at Newt before he looked back at you and then at Queenie “Scamander? Oh Mrs. Scamander m-my apologies! I’ll be right outta your hair!” He scurried away and you returned back to the table where Newt was sat with Tina with Queenie in tow.

You slid back into your seat beside Newt as he curled his arm around your waist protectively, lifting your hand to his mouth and pressing his lips to your soft skin.

He took particular care to brush his lips over your ring finger as he held your gaze, twirling the wedding band on your finger while you smiled back at him as if to say ‘yes I know. I’m yours.’

The rest of the room and the people in it faded into the background as you gazed back at your husband, lifting your other hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, noticing his little shiver in response.

His hand fell to your knee this time and he thumbed at the fabric of your dress as he became vaguely aware of Tina still rambling on at him. Newt looked back at her, nodding along and plastering on a look of interest as he slowly pushed the fabric of your dress up along your thigh.

He bit his lip when you scraped your nails along the nape of his neck and laid your head on his shoulder, smiling back at Tina nonchalantly as you slowly let your legs fall open under the table. Newt wondered how easy it would be to just slide his hand up between your legs and into your panties an-

You both startled and sat up straight when Queenie began to choke on her drink violently, a pink blush colouring her cheeks as she looked back at the pair of you while Tina fetched her some water.

Newt flushed scarlet then as he realised what had happened. It was a mixture of the possessiveness he’d experienced just a moment before, the embarrassment he now felt along with the arousal that had been coursing through him all night because of you in that damn dress that had him getting to his feet quickly.

“I’m terribly sorry Tina, I’m really not feeling well I’m afraid we must go. We will have to resume this conversation another time.” Newt said in a rush as he pulled you to your feet, barely bidding his farewells to Queenie and Jacob before he was strolling out of the flat with his arm around your waist.

Jacob followed after you to fetch you your coat but he turned back to look at Queenie who had since recovered from her shock when he saw the two of you had already apparated away.

“Boy, Newt must really be feeling ill”, Jacob called out with a frown and Queenie laughed then, unable to stop herself as she took Jacob’s hand in her own.

“He’s not sick, sweetheart. More...excited,” she said slowly, laughing again as she watched the realisation dawn on Jacob’s face.

“Oh...OH! They grow so fast. It seems like only yesterday he was too shy to even kiss her!“

- - - - -

You raised your eyebrows in surprise when Newt managed to apparate you both back into your own hotel room and you recognised the look of complete focus in his eyes before he was pinning you back against the wall and kissing you hotly.

You kissed him back with just as much vigor, trying to lean into him more and letting out a gasp of surprise when he pushed you back against the wall firmly, looking at you with dark and lustful eyes.

“Merlin, Newt, what were you thinking about back there?” you breathed out, letting out another gasp as he nipped at the soft skin of your throat at the same time he pushed his thigh between your knees.

“I was thinking about fingering you right there under that bloody table,” he murmured lowly into your ear and you thought you might faint then.

What had happened to your sweet and gentle husband?

“What you have nothing to say now, huh?” Newt murmured as he lifted you up by the backs of your thighs, carrying you to the bed where he lay you down and wasted no time in slotting himself between your legs.

“You’ve been teasing me all night- fuck it, all week really ever since the wedding. In this sinful little dress of yours”, he brushed his lips over yours teasingly before he worked his hand up under your skirt “and now you have nothing to say to me?”

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, your eyes widening because he very rarely cursed and at his words you felt the heat and a deep ache building between your legs.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck as you usually would, making a noise of surprise when he let out a growl and pinned your hands above your head firmly “no touching.”

You couldn’t deny the way you clenched in response to his rough handling but you were still surprised as you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, gasping in shock when he used his body to pin you to the mattress.

“I said no touching”

“Well then what do you suppose I do then, Mr. Scamander?” you said in a much brattier tone than you had intended, smirking up at him.

Which you really shouldn’t have done because that only urged him to fix you with a smirk of his own “I don’t know...I suppose you could just- what was it? Oh yes,sit back and take it like a good girl,” he purred your own words back at you and it was your turn to stare back at him in utter shock and undeniable arousal.

He crushed his lips against yours again before you could come up with any more sarcastic retorts, his hand slipping under your dress and into your panties where he pushed two long fingers inside you without warning.

You cried out into his mouth as you rocked your hips up against his hand, clenching down on his digits hard in your shock.

Newt began to work his fingers deep inside you as he pulled back from the kiss, instead pressing hot opened mouth kisses down over your neck and between your cleavage before working his way back to your neck.

“So gorgeous for me my angel,” Newt breathed into your ear as he crooked his fingers deep inside of you, his cock straining and hard in his slacks.

“Newt please”, you whined desperately, clutching at his shoulder as you bucked your hips wildly in pleasure.

“Please what my darling? Tell me what you need.” he purred, freezing his actions completely in favour of sitting back and looking down at you. You just looked so pretty sprawled out for him, looking at him with such wanton beauty.

You whined in frustration when he stopped his ministrations and pulled his fingers free, trying to shift your hips and whimpering when he simply used his forearm to hold you still with that stupid sexy smirk on his face.

“I want you!” you whined again and Newt almost felt guilty for the briefest moment until he remembered how you’d been incessantly teasing him, driving him wild.

“You have me, baby. I’m all yo-“,

You groaned loudly in frustration, tipping your head back at his cruel teasing “oh my stars Newt! I want you. Inside me. Not your fingers.” You were practically pleading now but you were far too gone to care. Especially when he was rubbing teasing circles on your hip with his thumb and you could feel your own wetness on his digits.

Newt felt his cock give an interested jolt in the tight confines of his pants at your words and he relented his firm hold of you to reach for his pants instead. He made quick work of undoing his pants and shoving them down but you also used the window of opportunity to rise up onto your knees, pushing him onto his back before he could realise what was happening.

You wasted no time in straddling him, tugging your dress off over your head before you crashed your lips to his and reached down to grip his hard cock in your hand. You pumped the hard length in your hand a few times before you settled in his lap, rocking against him with a soft moan.

Newt groaned when you began to grind against him, grazing his teeth against your skin as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck “Y/N”, he groaned again when you gripped his throbbing cock again and rubbed the head of it against your glistening slit.

You rose up on your knees a little bit, gripping Newts shoulder hard in one hand and his throbbing length in the other and Newt held his breath and closed his eyes in anticipation.

But he blinked his eyes open again after a few moments passed and you hadn’t moved an inch. He let out a growl when he spotted the teasing little smile you had on your lips and he pushed you back onto the bed in one fluid motion, spreading your legs with his calloused hands and then settling over the top of you.

“You just love it don’t you?” He looked down into your eyes as he positioned his cock at your entrance “you love driving me wild...teasing me so I’ll snap”, he murmured as he nipped at your earlobe, running one hand up your body and tweaking one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He relished the small mewl you let out in response as you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to thrust your hips up towards him and whimpering when he held you down with his other hand.

“That boy is just lucky he had half a brain not to lay a hand on you”, Newt breathed against the skin of your neck, marking your sensitive skin.

“W-why’s that?” You managed to stutter out, your lips parting a moment later when his thumb rubbed over your clit.

“Because only I get to see you like this.” He thrust his length into you in one fluid thrust, letting out a low groan of pleasure and tipping his head back as you cried out from the sudden intrusion.

You were gripping his shaft with your walls in the most delicious way as you clenched your muscles tightly around him. “Oh Newt,” you sighed out, your voice high and breathy as you keened at the way he was stretching your walls.

It was a welcome contrast to his usual slow method of opening you up bit by bit with his mouth and fingers. Just the dark look of lust in his eyes and the unreserved pleasure on his face was enough to make you a trembling mess beneath him.

Newt pulled his hips back slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside you, slamming his hips forward in one motion with a deep groan before he set up a pace of thrusting into you continuously.

You couldn’t help your cries of pleasure as he had his way with you, completely captivated watching how unreserved and dominant your husband now was. He was pounding into you with abandon and you could do nothing more than lay there and take it, rolling your own hips up to meet his.

“You’re so incredible,” Newt panted, the sweat forming on his brow as he moved above you and inside you. His hips stuttered to a complete halt though just a moment later and you whined in response, trying to understand why on earth he had stopped but then you saw him scrambling for his wand and muttering about a protection spell.

“Leave it,” you breathed out without a second thought, taking his hand in your own and Newt whipped his head back to look at you in shock. “We don’t...I’m not worried. We’ve spoken about this already and- well I’m ready if you are,” you murmured as you squeezed his hand in yours, looking back at him with wide eyes.

Newt stared back at you blankly for a moment and you were worried you’d upset him but then he was pinning both of your hands back above your head and crashing his lips to yours in a deep kiss as he began to thrust into you again.

This time he was really pounding into you with a whole new sense of purpose and you moaned into his mouth as you squeezed your legs around him, spurring him on to fuck into you harder.

He was handling you far more roughly than he ever had before and you were a trembling mess below him, shrieking into his mouth when one of his hands found its way between your legs again and he thumbed over your sensitive nub again.

Newt pulled back at your shriek but when he saw the look of utter euphoria on your face he tucked his own face into your neck, sucking at the marks he’d made earlier while he jackhammered into you “come on darling, let go for me. Come for me angel”, he murmured directly into your ear like he knew you loved, flicking over your clit even faster.

Your entire body shuddered as the coil in your stomach finally snapped and you came, wrapping your arms around him tightly and crying out into his shoulder as you clenched around him rhythmically.

“Ohhh Merlin, Y/N, Y/N I’m gonna,” he trailed off with a groan when he felt the way you were clenching around him, as if your pussy was trying to milk his cock.

You were still in the midst of your orgasm when you heard him and felt the way his cock swelled inside you just barely and you nodded quickly “yes come for me, baby. Fill me up,” you murmured before capturing his lips again.

Newt rutted into you just a few more times before he finally shattered at the thought of spilling his seed inside you unprotected and the sensation of you still gripping his length. He pumped into you slowly as the warm cum spurted from his cock, filling you to the brim.

You whined softly as the sensation and stroked at his messy hair while Newt collapsed against you, panting heavily against your shoulder.

When his breathing calmed after a minute or so he carefully pulled out from you and you closed your eyes, already missing the feeling of him. He flopped onto the bed beside you and you both lay there, catching your breath, you with a small blissful smile on your face.

“Y/N”, he said it so quietly with the most timid tone that you quickly looked over at him in confusion and when you saw the distressed look on his face you grabbed his hand in your own.

He opened his mouth to talk but you lifted your other hand to press a finger to his mouth, effectively shushing him “Newton, I swear to everything-you-hold-sacred that if you apologise for the best sex we’ve had yet I will hex your mouth shut.”

You looked back at his stunned expression and you moved your finger from his mouth and gently stroked his cheek “unless...unless you regret not using the protection charm. In that case we can reverse it, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You sat up, reaching for your wand but Newt took your hand, shaking his head before he dropped a delicate kiss to the back of your hand “no it’s not that I promise...I was just worried, I got- I got carried away. You promise I didn’t hurt you?”, he murmured, flicking his eyes up to look at you in concern.

“Sweetheart I promise. You didn’t hurt me. I would have told you if I wasn’t enjoying it. You have to trust that,” you soothed, gently caressing his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips a moment later. You were constantly surprised by how gentle and caring he was but you were certainly happy to have seen this new side of your husband.

Newt smiled again and nodded before he gently pulled you into his lap, hugging you close and tucking his face into your shoulder “I love you Mrs. Scamander,” he murmured, smiling at the way you preened at the name.

He lifted you into his arms and headed towards the bathroom, and you wasted no time to smile flirtatiously up at him “ohhhh did I hear you say ‘round two in the shower?’ ” You teased winking up at him.

Newt rolled his eyes fondly at you, shaking his head “shut it you, that’s enough of your teasing for one week,” he said, dropping a gentle kiss to your forehead and you laughed softly in response.

“I love you too, Mr. Scamander.”

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Useless [pt1]

Modern college!au

toxic Eren x gn!reader

warnings: angst, explicit themes, dubcon, embarrassment, manipulation, degradation, OOC, cussing, and typos

authors note: this has been sittin in my drafts for months I just haven’t had the motivation to finish. there will be a part 2 with smut I just wanted to get this out first.

part 2

Eren liked to think he was a pretty simple guy. He’d meet someone, use them for his benefit, lead them on till he didn’t need them anymore, then disappear. A sick trick that he used to manipulate all kinds of people. Life really can be easy with the right looks and a smooth voice. He and only ever got what he needed. He understands how selfish it is. But gotten him this far, so what would be the point in changing.

Unfortunately, you had been one of the unlucky few to get caught up in his schemes. Let’s be honest it wasn’t a surprise, you knew of him before. A few of your friends pinned over him for being the cute nicotine-addicted guy who couldn’t care less about World Literature 1-2. But you believed each and everyone of of his sweet little promises. “No you’re so special, I think I’m gonna keep you around for a long time sweetheart.” Deception dripping from his lips as he gave you a sinful grin.

You should’ve known...

It’s been a few months now since Eren blocked and deleted your number for his phone, the last time you spoke was when he texted you to thank you for helping him pass his English final. You replied with asking if he wanted to get lunch the following day only to be left with your text never going through. That motherfucker. Of course you were angry, mostly at yourself though. You tried not to sulk about it yet every time you’d go out you’d dress up a little then you would usually just in case you’d see him. And luckily he wasn’t in any of your classes this semester either so it would be easier to forget him.

At this point you haven’t thought of Eren in weeks, you’ve focused yourself in uni and started taking assignments and things more seriously. That was until one of Eren’s roommates unknowingly took a seat next to you in your intro to ethics course.

You’ve been to Eren’s apartment a multitude of times. You knew who his roommates were, even after having a few conversations in the late morning with them after you would spend the night. Armin, who was too engrossed from whatever was on his phone plopped his books right next to you and took a seat not sparing you a glance. Once you professor started speaking he locked his phone slipping it into his pocket and glance around the room. Once he looked at you his blue eye widened and he sorta whispered “oh hey! y/n didn’t know you were in here”

You shrugged and gave a polite smile while turning back to look at the front of the room to stare through one of the windows above the projector screen. It’s not like you hated Armin, he was very kind and never judged you when you’d take the walk of shame in the morning through Eren’s kitchen, it’s just you know that this interaction would eventually lead back to him and that made you nervous.

A week or two passed and Armin continued to sit next you, you supposed it was more comfortable for him because it didn’t look like he knew anyone else in this class, neither did you. Nor were you complaining he’d give you notes and lend you his book when you would forget. Not much conversation would happen between you either, a simple hello and other small talk would occur nothing more. A very professional relationship.

Yet when your professor assigned a partner projects you and Armin both looked at each other like :| and silently agreed to work together. It was just easier that way. The assignment wasn’t due for another 2 weeks so you had confidence that you wouldn’t have to grind at the end of the this week to do it. Until Armin caught your arm as you were leaving.

“Hey sorry to ask but would it be ok if we could work on this after school? I have a lot of stuff due this week and I’m in a bit of a time crunch.” He shyly laughed hoping you weren’t busy.

You held in a sigh “Uhh sure, can I meet you at 5 tho..I have a thing-”.

“Yeah! That’d be fine, my place?”

You kinda really didn’t want to go to his place, “yea!”

You both continued listening to your teacher’s lecture while your mind was elsewhere, you didn’t have anything after school you just wanted to go home for a bit and prepare for who you may or may not see at Eren’s Armins apartment. By the end of the day you raced home, flopping onto your bed, this was a bad idea, why didn’t you just ask for him to meet at the library or something?? This situation could’ve been a whole lot simpler if you just offered your place instead. Hell you don’t have any unconventional roommates you sleep with him so it’s just unfair. At 4:45 you gather your things and drove over to Armin’s apartment. You knocked on the door, your nerves going haywire.

You’re greeted by Armin he smiled and opened the door for you letting you walk inside. You took a glance to the side and luckily Eren’s familiar beat up tennis shoes weren’t by the door. At least you could relax for a little while, hopefully he wouldn’t come home till you were gone.

Jean was sitting on the couch watching some action movie at a low volume with Connie who was fast asleep curled up with a throw pillow. The lights in the living room were dim with the curtains on the windows shut. Yet you could still see from the light in the kitchen that shone from above the counter. Jean gave you a nod, “welcome back” he half whispered as he tipped his drink at you. You smiled and waved and made your way into Armin’s room. You sat at the edge of his desk in a borrowed kitchen chair, as he joined you sitting in his computer chair in front of his desktop. He left his door slightly ajar letting you see right through into the kitchen and front door, which made you slightly on edge. Armin started going over the project, opening a document, and reading through a few paragraphs. You tried your best you to concentrate but you were too paranoid. Every so often a loud noise from Jean’s movie on the tv would make you whip your head towards the door. About an hour in you and Armin had crunched through about a few paragraphs and of your project, to Armin’s mistake you guys definitely weren’t going to finish tonight. Hopefully the next time you’d offer your place instead.

After another 30 minutes you and Armin gave up, eventually you guys made your way back into the living room. You went to the door to gather your things until Jean and Connie basically begged you to stay and watch another movie with them. You didn’t want to, you knew if you stayed any longer the possibility of Eren coming home would increase. But when Connie got up from the couch and handed you a drink, you gave in. As you sat down you began slightly regretting your decision. Why were you staying? You and Armin were finished you can go home.

You asked yourself this when you heard keys jangle outside the door and the click of the lock. It’s roughly pushed open and Eren moves into the room, swiftly locking it behind him. “Hey man” Jean calls, you immediately tense next to Armin and fix a stare at the tv. You’re too aware of your surroundings right now to know what happening but you need a distraction. You can see his movement in your peripheral, Eren saunters in to the dark living room to stand by the opposite of the end of the couch from you. when he spots you, you can feel his blazing stare in your skull, he laughs out a scoff and the room goes silent, except for the low murmur of the tv.

The air is tense and awkward and everybody can see your apprehension. your heart it beating in your ears and you can feel you palms starting to sweat. The sounds of the tv are immediately drowned out when Eren breathes our your name. “What the hell are you doing here?” He grips the arm of the couch and places his left hand on his hip. You slowly turn your head to look him in the eyes when Armin speaks up trying to lighten the situation “We had a project for sadis’ class”

Your eyes dart between Eren and Armin when Eren snides, “hmm...well it doesn’t look like your working on it”

“hey layoff man” Jean gives him a side eye. “Yeah we finished just a few minutes ago.” Armin adds.

“It was just a question” Eren shrugs. You can believe him, he such a fucking asshole, you’re staring at him in disbelief when he meets your eyes again he laughs “what did you miss me or somethin?” His grin is sickening, you feel the embarrassment hot on your face yet what can you do in the situation? If you leave you’ll destroy your pride and yet if you stay what if you give in to him again?

Your frozen in your seat you nails digging shapes into you palms as you clench them together. You feel the stare of everyone one in the room and it makes you want to cry. He tilts his head “can’t you speak? what wrong?” the malice in his voice makes your ears burn. You want to scream, you want to run, but he slowly walks right in front of you and holds out his hand. “C’mon”

You can leave at any moment, the door is only a few feet away yet you cautiously place your palm into his as he hauls you up from your seat. No one says anything as you guys leave the room, what a complicated situation this is huh?

As he opens his door you try to glace back at the others yet he roughly pulls your arm though and slams his bedroom door. You hope they don’t blame you too much for going with him. You stand in the middle of a very familiar room, one you’ve visited many times yet you’re too scared too move from the spot you currently occupy. He turns to face you locking the door behind him and takes a few steps forward. You look at the floor as you begin speaking “Eren I-”

“ohhhh so you can talk?”

“yes’ you puff.

He fits his hand under your chin proceeding to squish your cheeks to face him. “I don’t like you hanging out with them when I’m not around” his hot breath fan your face and you widen your eyes. The audacity. “What do you mean, were not even together anymo-” you voice smothered by his grip.

He tips his head back and see concern in his eyes, its almost like he was hurt by your words, “Yes we are” his eyebrows scrunched together. You go to spit out another sentence when his hand moves to cover you entire mouth, he brings face to your ear, “You wound me y/n, how could you think that? I thought you loved me?” Why does he sounds so genuine? Your mind is fuzzy with confusion, of course he’s lying, you would never in a million years utter those words to him during the short time you were together. Yet the pain in his voice and the grip on your jaw is making you dizzy, his hot breath on your ear and neck are causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.

Your smaller hand goes to grip his forearm that's holding your face. He moved to look into your eyes. The dim light from the lamp in the far corner of the room casts a shadow upon his face, yet his deep green eyes seem to glow. He slowly moves his hand away placing it on your shoulder as his free hand moves to your hip. You want to yell at him, ask his why he’s doing this to you, but you place your palm softly onto his chest and drop your head in shame, “I’m sorry..i..I didn’t know” you whispered.

His warm hand goes to caress your cheek and moves into your hair lightly pulling to make you face him. “It’s ok babe, you just have to make it up to me” his chest rumbles underneath your hands as you eye widen. “You can do that, right?” You slowly nod your head and bunch his t-shirt under your fingers. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and lead you towards his bed in the corner of the room. He takes a seat on his dark blue comforter and your stand in front of him. Your hands lightly holding onto his index fingers as he carefully rocks them back and forth. You take another look at his face and see the artificial softness slowly fade away into something dark, and conspiring.

“On your knees babe” his voice sounding rougher than before. You begin another protest but he takes his warm palms and encircles your waist to urge you down. You slowly fall to your knees, your hands on his thighs while digging your nails into his rough jeans. Your mind slowly starts to unfog and start realizing what your doing. Your shame and regret tug at your heart and you feel the tears begin to prick your eyes. You look up at Eren and see the distain in his eyes. He hums and caresses you shoulder. You wept into your chest as you feel the air being stolen from your lungs Eren moves his calloused hand to your throat and tugs to make you look him in the eyes.

Why did you have to be so damn proud?

#eren angst #eren jeager #eren yeager #aot eren #eren imagines #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager x you #eren fic.📗#useless series.mvt

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ultralovedeluxe · 3 years

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Yandere! Josuke with prompts #5 and #69

Hey everyone! This was requested by @mochimizuki121. I apologize for this taking so long, I’ve never written for Josuke and I think he came out a bit ooc, I hope this came out nicely though. Requests are still open!

‘Just what do you think you’re doing? Put that phone down!’

‘They thought they could tear us apart, so I had to put a stop to them!’

Warnings: 18 year old Josuke, female reader, yandere behaviors, mentions of violence?, non/dub con, nsfw towards the end.

Cherry blossoms are meant to symbolize good fortune and represent love. Love should be the primary emotion you should feel when under a cherry blossom tree. So when you asked Josuke to meet you under a cherry blossom tree near the school, Josuke was ecstatic. Why else would his lovely, little girlfriend ask him to meet under a cherry blossom tree? To Josuke, these meanings had to be true. He was a firm believer.

You, however, not so much.

In fact, cherry blossoms have a double meaning. Cherry blossoms also represent death or the end of something. And sadly, this was the only meaning accurate to you.

“So [first]-chan, why did you invite me here? Is it something important?” Josuke could hardly contain his excitement, it had to be great. Was he finally going to meet your parents? Were you both going on a date together? Were you finally going to let him-

“Josuke, I’m glad you came, and yes it is very important..” you said trying not to just yell at your pompadour-haired boyfriend. His puppy-dog expression was starting to get to you, and in all realness, making this a lot harder than it was supposed to be.

“So, what is it babe? C’mon you can’t keep me waiting, I want to know!”

You grit your teeth, god this really is going to be hard. You almost feel nauseous in doing so. You are going to wound his boyish pride so bad right now, but you know it’s for the best, hell it was for your well-being.

“Please just listen to me Josuke. I..I want to break up” you said, trying not to mumble any words; you wanted him to hear you loud and clear, even though to some extent it hurt you too. It just had to be done. You couldn’t be in this relationship anymore.

Josuke wanted to believe that you said something else, you HAD to have said something else. You didn’t want to break up with him, you were just confused right? No..he swore he’d done everything right. He was a good boyfriend, he asked his mom for advice, he asked Jotaro for advice, where or what did he do wrong? Josuke tried hard to let his lip wobble at the news, let alone cry.

“Was it something I did? Please tell me, is it because I’m overbearing? I promise I’ll try my best to be better! I-I’ll get rid of my video games if I have to, please [first] don’t leave me-” Josuke pleaded with you, but you couldn’t have this conversation much longer. “I’m sorry Josuke, we can still be friends..I just can’t be with you anymore, I hope you understand” you said walking away from the tree and Josuke. It hurt, but you knew this was the right descion. At the moment though, you didn’t want to face the male; you wanted to avoid him as much as possible.

Josuke however, felt devastated, betrayed almost. How could you have ended your relationship you had? He had been a good boyfriend right? Did you find someone else? No, you couldn’t have, you loved him, you were just getting confused at the moment. You must be getting brainwashed or something. He felt Crazy Diamond manifest behind him, and he gripped his fist. He will get to the bottom of this. He will find out who gave you the idea that he was a bad partner. You just don’t understand how much he loves you. ‘No, please don’t leave me [first]’

“So did you do it?”

You looked over to your classmate, Rikka asked almost desperately. “Of course I did, but I still feel awful about it..Is- Is it true that he’s a thug?” you mumbled sensing a feeling of dread just thinking about it. You loved Josuke, but if what your friend was saying was true, you couldn’t possibly stay with him much longer. In fact, Rikka wasn’t the only girl who warned you about Josuke. “Come on [first]-chan, haven’t you noticed the way he dresses? Only delinquents dress like that. Not to mention the hair” she told you, mumbling the final part (since it’s known that Josuke hates when people insult his hair). You shook your head, “Thank you so much for telling me Rikka-chan, I don’t know what I’ve done if my parents caught me dating a thug. But..I really did love Josuke..”

Rikka gave you an an assertive smile, “Don’t worry [first], there’s other guys here in school. I’m sure there’s at least two who have a thing for you, you’ll get over Higashikata-san eventually, now come on it’s almost time for class” she said picking up her bag and walking towards the lockers. You smiled and nodded in response. “I’ll meet you there just let me get my pen, I left it in my purse” you said walking towards her. “You’re always so forgetful!” Rikka joked.

Not far from the lockers, Josuke was standing there, listening to every word that came from your mouth. “Oi Okuyasu, what’s that girl’s name?” Josuke asked his fellow stand user and friend. “That’s Minamino Rikka, I think I have a few classes with her. She’s kinda cute no?” Okuyasu said walking back to the classroom they were in. ‘Not as cute as my [first]-chan’ Josuke thought as he tried to contain his anger. He wasn’t completely mad at you, he was more mad at that ‘Rikka’ for getting those sick thoughts into your head. He wasn’t a ‘thug’, he was a good guy! In fact he was the perfect boyfriend for you. He was sure you knew it too, you were just getting fed lies. Maybe he’d have to teach that girl a lesson for messing with his darling..

“I heard you dumped Josuke, he’s a drag huh. You should go out with a real man. So how about it [first]-chan? Wanna go on a date with me?”

You knew who this was. This was Fungami Yuya, he wasn’t exactly a heartthrob, but he did have his fair share of fans. However, you knew he wasn’t good news, despite how charming he looked. You had heard from Josuke that he was a motorcycle gang member, right off the bat you have to refuse. “I’m sorry Yuya, we don’t know each other very well, and besides-” you tried to just waltz your way out of the situation, but Yuya persisted. “Please [first]-chan, give me a chance, I genuinely want to ask you to-”

“What the hell are you doing near my girlfriend?!”

You looked back at the entrance of the classroom to see Josuke, already fuming with anger. You never liked it when Josuke got angry, you always felt like whoever the person he was getting angry at was in complete danger. Not to mention you always feel like there’s another presence in the room when he does get angry. “Josuke please!-”

Soon, the space between Josuke and Yuya got smaller, “Are you asking for a fight? What gives you the right to talk to my girlfriend that way? She’s taken. Plus where are your groupies anyway?” Josuke asked, but at this point, he was close to just beat him up with Crazy Diamond.

“I’ll handle this doll-” Yuya muttered to you while placing a quick kiss on your forehead, before going back to facing Josuke. “Josuke, what’s the deal? You two aren’t together anymore, everyone knows it-”

“Don’t let history repeat itself Yuya. You know what I can do to you. You wouldn’t want to go back to the hospital again would you?” by that point, Crazy Diamond had already manifested itself behind Josuke, and it’s glare was quite terryfying. Yuya gulped at the sight of the other stand, before leaving the classroom you were in. You wanted to leave the room as well, but before you could even get up from your seat on your own terms, Josuke had already dragged you across the hall.

“Josuke! Let me go! You’re hurting me! I thought we weren’t together anymore!” you squeeled trying to get someone’s attention. It didn’t seem like anyone would hear you though, because Josuke had shoved you into one of the unused bathroom stalls. “Shut your whore mouth. We are together, you didn’t mean to break up with me right? It was just that people kept lying to you about me..” he said in a rather harsh tone before quieting down. Truth be told, you were scared. This wasn’t the Josuke you fell in love with. “I don’t.. I-you hurt me [first]. When you broke up with me, I was heartbroken. But when I found out that Rikka and those other girls were feeding you lies, I knew I had to protect you. They tried to tear us apart, so I put a stop to them” Josuke said holding you in place.

“What the hell are you talking about? What did you do to them?” actually, you didn’t want to find out. Right now you had to get away from Josuke. You kicked him below the belt and ran from the bathroom. You didn’t even know where you were running to, as long as it was away from Josuke, you felt safe. You locked yourself in a gym closet, you just had to buy some time. There was only a few more minutes before school ended, you just had to be patient. You pulled out your cellphone and tried to dial your mother’s phone number.

“Just what do you think you’re doing? Put that phone down now! Now you’re seriously going to get it” you heard Josuke right across from you. How did he find you so quickly? You were sure you had locked the door. It doesn’t matter now because your phone was snatched from your hands by none other than your ex-boyfriend. Although you knew it was useless, you tried to crawl away because panic and fear ran thorough your mind.

“Why are you trying to run away from me [first], I’m just doing this because I love you so much. How about I show you how much I love you” Josuke said holding you by the hips, getting you closer to him. You tried to release yourself from his grasp, “No! Josuke please I don’t want this! I don’t want this relationship! Please!” you tried to reason with him. but it seems you made him even more angrier. “I really wanted you to enjoy this, but I guess you want a punishment instead..” he growled making you face him. This really wasn’t the Josuke you once loved, this was a monster. He then used Crazy Diamond to rip open your clothes..

Loud moans and gasps filled the small closet you and Josuke where in. You were fully naked, while he had his pants down. Josuke left red marks on your hips from where his nails kept digging into your skin. You felt drool drip down your mouth as Josuke kept thrusting into you at a inhuman speed. “You see..this is why you shouldn’t try to break up with me. I know you still love me. You won’t ever leave me after this” Josuke groaned into your ear while kissing your neck roughly. You only moaned in response, you felt like if he didn’t stop now, you were going to pass out. You wanted to hate him, oh how desperately you wanted to hate him. However, there was no denying how good he’s making you feel. “Josuke..please I’m close” you gasped as you clinged onto him. “Yes! Yes [first] let it all out! Let me know how good I made you feel!” He said, his thrusts getting more sloppy and impatient.

Not even a few moments after, you climaxed, with Josuke following soon after. You were gently placed on the floor by none other than Josuke. You were completely exhausted, you just wanted to go home. “You were amazing [first], I hope you remember this moment. Don’t ever run from me okay?” he said laying next to you. He placed one final kiss on your lips.

“I love you..”

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere josuke #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere josuke higashikata #jjba imagines #josuke higashitaka #yandere headcanons #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo x reader #josuke x reader #yandere josuke x reader

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fanfiction-funtime · 3 years

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IM SORRY IVE BEEN SLACKING ON HYPING YOU UP

Anyway I’m reading through the Things ™ and wow

Can I request something? There’s an idea I’ve been pondering for a bit. You know already who I’ll ask for, I’m guessing.

What if the reader fell for Xiao in Genshin, in a state where they constantly daydream about him. Rather than working on scenarios and scenes, it happens in real time.

Meanwhile, in another universe, Xiao in a modern setting has fallen for a Genshin character- the reader. He daydreams about them in the same manner.

To the reader, their Xiao is a guardian yaksha, Golden adeptus, and doombane itself.

To Xiao, his (y/n) is something just as exalted. I tend to use a seelie, since they’re an immortal race of ancient and now weak gods.

What they both don’t know is that they’re actually meeting in those daydreams. It’s not just imagination and the longing for company, but an actual relationship with another person.

Bonus points if it’s some sort of soulmate au and they physically can’t find each other and eventually realize it.

I’ve never told anyone about this before, and I’m excited to see what you do with it! I might work with it one day, just not yet.

(Hoo boy, this will be tough, but I'm sure I can do it! Xiao might be a bit ooc as I'm getting his personality from wiki and fanon, as well as modern au [hopefully] gives him less trauma and a slightly different personality.)

(Also, I can't do sad endings. So a bit of deus ex OC at the 3rd part)

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Your game

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Your pov: the dream eater of your dreams

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You are (y/n)(l/n), and you are in the saddest love story this side of the lake.

Ever since you saw him in that first quest you were in love!

You were just a teen though, so it wasn't real right? After all, your red string wasn't connected to the screen.

Well, your string isn't connected to anything...

Y-your just a late bloomer though right?

(Ten years later)

Your now in your twenties and you still love Xiao!

He permeates your thoughts like how lovers do, you feel an inexplicable hurt in your chest similar to what many describe feeling when they see their soulmate prior to their string appearing, not to mention whenever you aren't busy you feel like you're...slipping...in...in and...

[Daydream]

It was happening again.

It was like a daydream but more...real.

Like a lucid dream.

You saw your string, just like so many other times, and you followed it.

You ran and ran, turquoise clouds parting and making paths for you to find him.

Him..

You ran and ran, glad that atleast in some way your delusions can give you some semblance of true love.

You saw the..wait..that's not the inn.

Well it is the inn, but more modern. And there was a school next to it, and a small village not far away.

Another of thing was that you were in some kind of yellow armor, it reminded you of those baby geovisnaps from genshin impact(that are absolutely BULL-)

You went into the elevator, which seemed more ancient than usual.

And when you reached the balcony, you saw him. But he was different.

Instead of the Yaksha you usually saw, you were greeted by an equally shocked man in a martial arts gi. But it was him.

But different.

You reached out, and he did the same.

And you touched

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Xiao's pov: the midsummer knight of his dreams

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(Clarifying: in this version Liyue is based on European mythology and aesthetic while Mondstadt is based on Chinese. So you are a fae hunting knight rather than a demon hunting yaksha)

Xiao had always been reserved, but what happened to him as a kid drew him further into his shell.

Abusive parents, accidentally giving his sister trauma induced amnesia, he felt the weight of his actions like atlas feels the world on his shoulders.

Luckily, two people took him and his sister QiQi in: QiQi's doctor Baizhu, and Xiao's therapist(and Baizhu's husband) Morax.

It was difficult to come out, even after Xiao stopped feeling so at fault. So he mostly stayed in his room and played video games.

That is until he met you.

Well met is the wrong word here.

He saw your character in his world's version of genshin impact: tribunal eruption

The way you used your weapon, the way your armor shined in the night as you rode to his wanderer. The smile you gave as he handed you (favourite food).

But most of all, the way you used fighting styles from so many martial arts and hand to hand combat techniques.

From irish kickboxing to karate, from assassination arts in ancient history of japan to systema.

It awoken two things in him: first was his want to learn martial arts and make his own.

The second was his love for you.

But don't worry, your physical attributes only drew him in. Your personality made him stay.

Years went on, he became a martial arts instructor for his own style, and moved into an apartment near a small village.

He started teaching at a school nearby, he even gets a discount on rent for giving free lessons to the owner's sons, Ivan and Viktor.

He's also convinced those two have a crush on him but it's pointless.

After all, he was a dream eater, a common group of people who have a strange ability to find their soulmate.

Specifically, the ability to have "lucid daydreams" where they meet their soulmate.

But he must be defective. After all his soulmate kept appearing as...well you. As a knight that would meet him on the balcony every night.

He assumed maybe it was your voice actor or designer, but neither of them have had the lucid daydreams.

He began thinking he'd never find his soulmate

Until one daydream...

He was on the balcony again, like a prince awaiting his knight to rescue him.

But it was different.

The apartment complex he lived in now looked much smaller, as did the tree it was built around, and the building looked far more ancient in design yet so much younger in age.

And the village and school nearby aren't there anymore.

Oddest change of all is that his gi he was wearing just a second ago is now similar to the outfit warn by the mondstadt demon slayer Corps

And when you arrived at the balcony, he noticed a red string, one that connected your heart to his. But you weren't wearing your armor, you were wearing casual, modern clothes.

He knew it was stupid, after all you can't touch your soulmate in the daydreams. But he felt compelled to....to reach out and..

You touched him.

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nothing never comes between you, and nobody helps you get together

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(3rd person pov)

He really did find it annoying, how often mortals would find themselves in the wrong dimension, especially when it's because the writer wants drama. And now he's written in to solve the problem.

Ah well, it's his job.

(2nd person pov)

You didn't know how to feel. You were touching Xiao...and you weren't waking up. Was this...real?

"You... you're real...different but....still the person I love...." Xiao seemed to be equally in a trance at the prospect

"yeah...so are you..."

The armor you wore melted away, and you cant see it but Xiao's fictional clothes melted from him as well. You were both equally real, in your own reality.

But you knew it couldn't last.

"When the daydream ends, I wont be able to see you anymore," Xiao said with a sea of tears in his eyes, "We've actually met now...and now...now the dreams will end."

You lean into him, "then let's make this dream the best one we've ever had."

Your about to kiss when-

"Terribly sorry about this!" A childlike voice called, "you know, interrupting your moment and all that. See for the sake of narrative, you both were put in separate universes. And it's my job to give you a happy ending."

When you both looked, you saw a child made of bone climbing into reality from some kind of hole.

"Now just wait a moment aaannnd-"

The turquoise clouds cleared, and the world rippled into a conjoined reality between genshin impact and tribunal eruption.

"Welcome to your dream world, enjoy eternal love!" The child said as he crawled back into the hole and it closed.

When he was gone, you both observed the world around you: a beautiful mix of aesthetics surrounded you, and both your armor and his adeptus clothing were on you both.

You gazed into eachother's eyes.

He placed one hand on your cheek while another held your hand, "I'm not good with speaking..speaking my emotions..but I....maybe my actions can do that for me..."

You felt your red string radiate with the warmth of love, likewise Xiao felt his daydreams dissipate like a haze leaving his mind.

You grab his hand and place your free hand on his cheek, mirroring his love, as you always have.

"Xiao...your very existence tells me all I need to hear.."

You both leaned in, and kissed.

Two lovers, in a dream made reality,

A paradise for all eternity.

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I feel it kinda fell apart with the deus ex, but I think I scraped it back together in the end!

I hope it's good enough for what you envisioned buddy, I tried my best!

(Also I think you deserve something just as good as what happens to the reader insert in this fic, story)

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos (this is the writing blog for someone you told to tag you), and @storytravelled (just to keep the idea of tagging in mind))

#i will explain some choices in a reblog #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin #genshin impact #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader

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