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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Accidental Rejection, Spencer Reid

An angsty soulmate!Spencer x reader

Word Count: 3.1k~ (Might edit later)

Soulmates are supposed to bring happiness and love to one another, but when you don’t have one, you’re left to roam and hopefully find another person just like you. Some people get their marks at 16, and some even get them at 18, but when Spencer hit 20 with no soul mark on him, he gave up on the hopes of finding his very own soulmate. He grew to be okay with not having one, and when he found Maeve who also happened to lack a soul mark, he was happy… until she died, and once more, he was left alone.

Time passed, and Spencer grew older, ultimately putting any chance of love on the back burner. That was until he met (Y/n) who also happened to lack a soul mark. Despite this, Spencer still felt a connection to her, and once they were introduced, they both knew there was something between them. That was until one day when something changed in Spencer.

All of the things in Spencer's life started catching up with him, and it was overwhelming. He had lost people that he was close to before, and it was all out of his control. Spencer hated having to face that, and the last thing he wanted to do was see yet another person whom he loved lose their life once again. He didn’t know what else to do other than stop it before anything happened, before Spencer and (Y/n) got too close and something happened to her like he had seen happen before. (Y/n) was special, that was obvious; however, she was so special to Spencer that he never wanted to see anything happen to her because of him. He couldn’t bare it, and he wouldn’t let it happen.

A few days passed since he spoke his last words to her, and yet, his mind was still stuck on her. Thinking back on everything, Spencer felt guilty. Of course, their breakup involved arguing, but Spencer said some things that hurt (Y/n), and Spencer felt bad as soon as he said them. Fear can do a lot to someone, and it can cause someone to be so afraid of losing someone that the only way they feel in control is by pushing them away themselves. In those moments, Spencer felt trapped, controlled by nothing but fear.

However, (Y/n) was persistent and kept urging Spencer to be honest with her. She had a feeling that his emotions went deeper than the almost automated responses he gave her. The next thing he said however broke (Y/n)’s heart. The three words he told her with no hesitation stung (Y/n). She never wanted to hear Spencer say that to her as she had been hurt more than once by those simple words before.

“You’re too much.”

He was the man that reached out to her and acted like he wanted her. (Y/n) never had anyone treat her with so much care and affection, and it made her the happiest she had been in a while. Now, she was once again reminded of the cruel words spat at her before by others. She was too loud, she was too outgoing, and she was always too much. To her, Spencer proved all the others were right - at least, that’s how (Y/n) felt about it.

“Okay,” (Y/n) replied to him, nodding her head as the words came out of her mouth like her throat was being strained. “I won’t, uh, I won’t bother you anymore,” Still nodding, she looked up at him through teary eyes and smiled slightly even though it was fake and forced. “I’m sorry.”

Before Spencer could say anything back to her, she calmly grabbed her things and walked out of his apartment. Spencer’s heart yelled for her to come back despite the crazy thoughts and emotions swirling in his head, but to his dismay, she didn’t come back. Instead, she got in her car and drove home, trying her hardest to fight against the oncoming tears. All she ever wanted to do was make him happy, but in reality, she felt as if she did the exact opposite with Spencer, and instead, probably caused him unneeded stress.

While (Y/n) walked away from Spencer, he kept his feet planted where they were as he felt the pit in the bottom of his stomach begin to grow. Reflecting on what happened only moments ago, Spencer recalled the hurt that flashed through (Y/n)’s eyes. Spencer hadn't been treated with so much care and compassion in a very long time; almost too long.

Despite this, he felt like he needed to protect her. She witnessed the death of someone he loved, and he certainly didn't want a repeat of what happened to Maeve. Being with him, he felt there wasn't enough protection, and if that meant avoiding any way of her getting hurt by him, he did it. Spencer had never felt as close to someone without a soul mark like him; he wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but the love he felt for (Y/n) was like no other he had ever felt.

A few days had gone by and Spencer’s found himself occasionally checking his phone to see if (Y/n) had texted or called him, but nothing showed up. Spencer’s had never relied on his phone this much, but now, he was hoping that at least something would be sent from her. However, her name never popped up and he was left to wallow in guilt.

“Hey, boy genius, I don’t see your usual coffee from your girlfriend lately,” Derek announced, walking up next to Spencer as he sat at his desk. “How are you two doing?”

Spencer noticed JJ and Prentiss perk up in their seats to join the conversation, a conversation he really didn’t want to have as he still felt bad about their last interaction.

“Well, uh, I actually broke up with her a couple days ago,” He quickly told Derek, scanning through an old report he needed to file. Spencer ignored Derek’s shocked look as he stared at him, completely confused. “I didn’t want her to get hurt, you know,” He admitted, sighing slowly afterward. “So, I... told her off.”

“What do you mean you told her off?” Prentiss was the first to interrogate him, JJ nodding her head in agreeance. “You can’t tell a girl like (Y/n) off after you two had such a unique connection.”

“That’s the thing!” Spencer nearly exclaimed, tossing the file down onto his desk. “I don’t know why we had such a connection! She’s such a great person, but I don’t want her to get hurt because of me,” sighing, he kept his green eyes locked on his desk before eventually closing them. “She can’t end up like Maeve; not again. She can... she can find another person without a soulmark, there has to be others out there.”

Derek's sigh was audible to Spencer as the man placed his coffee mug down on Spencer's desk before fully turning to him. “Kid,” He began. “(Y/n) is special and you know it,” His words caused Spencer to look up at him, a frown evident on his face. “You don’t usually open up to people when you’ve just barely met them- hell, you don't really open up to a lot of people. Plus, just because you don’t have soul marks now, you might later,” As Derek continued, Spencer slowly averted his eyes away from his gaze. He was right; that had been proven over the years.

“Reid,” Prentiss went next, leaning her arms on the desk. “(Y/n) is a very loving person; it’s shown in the way she talks, what she does for other people, and she shows it in ways you’re not used to, but that’s what brought you two together,” Furrowing his eyebrows at the dark-haired woman in front of him, he urged her to continue. “You don't find a connection, a love like that often. Honey, I know it's hard, but you have to let your guard down," Prentiss' words resonated deep within Spencer, not being able to say anything else as he knew her words were true.

"Let your heart take control for once, Spencer."

With Prentiss' words still stuck in his head, Spencer headed over to (Y/n)'s apartment to apologize after work. Even if she slammed the door in his face, he still wanted her to know he was sorry and he never meant those words. In his mind, she was never too much. In fact, at one point, he felt like he couldn't get enough of her. Now that he had been away from her for a while, that feeling had yet again returned.

When her apartment door opened, Spencer felt his heart clench in delight at the sight of the beautiful woman in front of him, only to break as he watched her happy face falter at the sight of him at her door. Upon seeing Spencer, (Y/n)'s heart broke as well, reminded of the memory of their last encounter, but nonetheless, she still put on a forced smiled and opened the door.

Once Spencer saw her in his favorite black blouse of hers with tight blue jeans, he was reminded of both the night they met when he was first smitten with her, as well as the other night he still felt terrible about. Just like Spencer, when (Y/n) saw him with his brown coat over his shoulders and old black sneakers, she was also reminded of those two exact times.

“How can I help you?” (Y/n) asked, making Spencer’s heart clench. She’d always called him Spence since the moment they met, yet, now she couldn't even say his name. She hated to admit to herself that she loved the man, and seeing him now just made her want to shrivel up inside. What she didn't know about the man who told her she was too much was that he was lying, scared of her getting hurt only to do so himself. Spencer knew he loved her, but at the same time, the gnawing voice in his head kept repeating the same thing over and over again.

"She deserves better."

“I-I want to apologize for what I said the other night,” Spencer began to say, his nervousness getting the best of him as he began to stutter. “I-I shouldn’t have said those things to you; you didn’t deserve that and all you had ever been to me was caring. You were always nice and I was rude and I was too much in my head and I didn’t mean to hurt you and-“

“Hey,” (Y/n) cut Spencer off from his rambling. “It’s okay; I understand why you felt that way,” She explained to him, showing him a sincere smile as she took his hand in hers. Despite the hurt, she knew this would calm him down - it did the very moment they met and their hands accidentally brushed against each other. Now, as sparks flew in both of their hearts and butterflies started to roam in their stomachs, they both couldn't deny at this point they were soulmates, regardless of marks or not.

“I'm sorry too. I shouldn’t have spent so much time with you either, you know," (Y/n) apologized, averting her eyes from his. "I really didn’t mean to offend you or anyth-“

“I loved all the time we spent together… I never hated a single moment of it,” Spencer happened to cut her off, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. “I have a lot of explaining to do as well as apologizing. I never wanted to lose you, and even though we’re not, well,” they both knew what Spencer was referring to, but they didn’t say it out loud. “I still feel something between us no matter what, I still feel you, and I-I don't, I...”

All (Y/n) could do was smile at Spencer until he stopped his nervous rambling, allowing her to speak once again. However, it took a few seconds for her to realize what she needed to say. So, she decided on the one thing that made things a bit easier. “Would you like to join me for dinner?” She offered, watching his face intently to see any emotion.

Of course, Spencer would accept (Y/n)’s offer - who wouldn’t? He obviously knew she wanted to talk out everything with him and he also wanted to do the same, and they did exactly that. Over the delicious meal that (Y/n) prepared, they talked about a lot of things. They talked about Spencer’s feelings as well as his past, but ultimately, the subject of Spencer’s earlier comment during their argument is brought into the discussion.

“I never saw you as bothersome or too much like I said,” He explained at one point in their discussion, the two sitting close to each other at (Y/n)'s dining table. “You were always so good to me, you are good to me, and I don't know how you can be after what I said," In response to his words, (Y/n) gave him a sympathetic smile as he apologized for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Not that (Y/n) was complaining; it only showed her more and more that he hurt as well.

"It also doesn’t help that I love you, and a huge part of me says that you're my soulmate, soul mark or not...” Spencer added, fully aware of the weight his words held. He watched nervously as (Y/n) looked at him in slight shock, hiding how much his words truly impacted her. She had listened to him talk about his problems with Maeve and how her death affected him, as well as fears over her getting hurt because of him, but hearing him confess he feels the soulmate bond too takes over all of her thoughts.

Standing up from her chair, (Y/n) took both of their empty plates from the table before heading over to the sink to wash the dishes. At the sink, she opened up a bit more to Spencer who was still sitting at her dining table, watching her intently as if every move she made was like a new scene for Spencer to permanently engrain in his mind. They had yet to discuss whether or not they were back together, and he was on edge the whole time she stayed quiet.

As her hands scrubbed the dishes with a soapy sponge, she let words spill from her lips she had been holding in ever since she met the almost-ditsy brunette man. “I think that’s why I liked you so much when I met you; I felt something too,” She let her feelings slip just as Spencer had done earlier. Despite sometimes being oblivious to affectionate scenes around him, Spencer quickly caught onto (Y/n)’s words. “I wasn’t afraid of talking to you; you kind of... made me feel like I could be me around you with no repercussions,” With burning cheeks, she smiled, and now that she could finally start pushing past the previous hurt, she began to move on. “Thank you for that.”

Spencer felt a pull at his heart at her words. All he had ever hoped for in a partner was someone who was sweet and caring. One whom anyone could talk to and they would listen. Spencer could see (Y/n) showed her love in many different ways, and he couldn’t help but love all of those ways. Spencer knew he loved all of her, and with that, he knew she was his soulmate.

Standing from his chair, Spencer walked over to (Y/n) at the sink as she turned the faucet off, leaving the now clean dishes to dry. Drying her hands off on a towel, (Y/n) turned around to resume talking to Spencer; however, she was presumably cut off by Spencer placing his lips on hers in a lust and passion filled kiss. The dish towel sliding from (Y/n)’s grasp, she instantly kissed back at his eager lips while reaching up to comb her fingers through his hair, the brown locks falling between her fingers like silk. Despite having been together for a month, Spencer and (Y/n) still had yet to have their first actual kiss.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you that night,” Spencer told her, parting from her lips as his hands began running down her waist and onto her hips to hold her close. “I-I was so afraid of losing you, a-and I can't lose you again,” He further admitted, causing (Y/n) to look up at him through her sparkling (e/c) eyes. “It shouldn’t have taken me letting my fears get the best of me to realize that, so I really do apologize-“

Like any other time he began rambling, Spencer was cut off, but what made this occasion different was that he was cut off by a soft pair of lips being pushed up against his own. He couldn’t help but kiss back; although it only lasted for a few seconds as the owner of the pair of lips would soon pull away to smile at the man in front of her. “It’s okay, Spencer. It truly is,” (Y/n) assures him once more, one of her hands sliding down from his hair and onto the side of his face. “I understand why you acted that way, and it’s okay. Just... don’t be scared to be with me. I’m here, and I always be.”

Her simple, yet powerful words marked a promise on the start of their relationship, and in that moment, Spencer felt nothing but his heart beating against (Y/n)’s own. That was until the two felt an odd sensation, the skin of (Y/n)'s hip tingling as the side of Spencer's hand began to fill with black ink. Upon examining their newly added soul marks, their names permanently marked onto each other's skin, they couldn't help but meet each other's smiling faces before locking their lips together in an unrelenting kiss. Fate may have had an issue with timing, but despite this, they would still love each other all the more.

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ilikecheeseandchocolatee · 28 days

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Vent post. Do not read if not in the right mental space.

At least this time I know I’m not wrong. My sister has double standards and she keeps denying it and I keep having to believe her because of my memory issues, I genuinely can’t be sure of my memories anymore and she is taking full advantage of that fact whether or not she’s aware that she’s doing so.

When we’re having a discussion if I’m not immediately agreeing with her she turns on me and gets “irritated”, during which she starts yelling. And I try to talk it out with her but suddenly she’ll refuse to continue the conversation and throw me out of the room saying she wants to be alone. Despite not having resolved whatever our issue was.

And I’ve noticed her doing that a lot of times so I can confidently say now that those memories are not fake. So I did the same right now. She started yelling at me trying to justify her behaviour (the behaviour that’s cost the rest of us a lot of our mental health), which id just pointed out because she was complaining about all the false accusations our parents throw at her. I was saying they’re not all false, which is when she turned against me and started yelling at me too, all the while saying that she wasn’t yelling. So I did the thing. I told her I don’t wanna talk right now and started closing the door. She started resisting, pushing my door open, and I did finally manage to win and close it and lock it, but then she banged on my door almost breaking it again, and then stormed off to her room and banged her door shut (I know that because the door slam was so loud that I could hear it from across the flat).

It’s fortunate that we have our own rooms now because 2 months ago I wouldn’t have been able to just cut off the conversation because I can’t go anywhere she can’t follow me (and I don’t wanna go to the bathroom because she would just yell at me through the door or wait for me outside and I do not wanna wait in the bathroom). When she throws me out of whatever room she’s in when SHE wants to stop talking I can’t do anything about it because I’m not the aggressive kid and if I start being aggressive our parents would get upset. They’re used to her aggression so it’s normal for her to do that stuff.

When I get aggressive like being more forceful with my actions it already makes my family weary but there have been times when I’ve also lost my temper and thrown things. I’m not allowed to even show my temper anymore because my mom’s mind is fragile, my sister would just retaliate with double force, and my dad would take it personally. So I have to keep it to myself and when it DOES come out, people get upset. But my sister yells at us all the time and gets away with it because my parents are used to it now. She played it well, whether she did it intentionally or not. Now she can do almost anything and still be treated normal while if I even so much as seek to be alone when I’m in a bad mood, my mom feels upset.

And thanks to my memory issues I can’t even be sure of most of my memories anymore, I know I have fake ones but I don’t know which ones. I forget events and important things which means I can’t hold my own in most arguments with my family. I just have to take their word for things and it’s making me slowly lose my sanity. At least I know that my sister demanding to be left alone isn’t a fake memory because it’s happened enough times and I’ve thought and fumed about it enough times. But the double standards just hurt now. I care about my sister a lot but it’s so hard for me to stay compassionate with her (like is required of me so I don’t trigger her) when she’s the exact opposite with me. It makes me feel like I’m getting pulled underwater with a bunch of things to hold onto but all of them keep snapping and breaking off every time I touch them. It feels worse than just drowning it feels like drowning while someone is consciously taking my chances of surviving away from me, and I know it.

This was supposed to be a short rant but it turned into this. I feel so out of control of my life right now. Nothing is going the way it should and I’m getting caught in a tide I didn’t create. Everyone else’s actions around me has created the whirlpool and I’m being pulled down with them simply because I’m in the vicinity. It’s a depressing existence and my mental health relapse isn’t helping things. I keep wanting to kill myself again, I keep almost forming plans before I remind myself I’m not supposed to be doing that. My SH urges are coming back too and I don’t want to ruin my clean streak but it’s becoming harder and harder to keep myself in check. I can’t afford a therapist and my parents are barely agreeing to keeping me on antidepressants. I shudder to think what life will go back to when I get off them. It’s so much better now than it used to be but if I can’t handle this anymore I’ll probably just end up killing myself the moment it all comes back. And I don’t even see what’s wrong with it anymore, which is a bad sign.

I’m tired of having to analyse myself and keep myself in check while also dealing with things that aren’t even under my control. I’m tired of the responsibility of my entire family’s mental health, my extended family’s expectations from me, and my ambitions in life. I’m tired of having to plan for my future, a future where I can’t even be sure which country I’ll be living in.

I know there are people with worse lives than mine that go through objectively horrible things but it feels like my brain is turning everything into torture for me. I hope soon I’ll be allowed outside my mind and I’ll get to see life as it really is. Not great but not awful either. This is just sad stuff at this point.

#tw depression #tw mental illness #tw sui ideation #tw self harm #cw vent #vent #tw vent #cw mental illness #cw sui ideation #tw hopelessness #so anyway this ended up being longer than I expected #to all the people who’ve recently followed me I do not recommend you read this because you have next to no context #i also don’t recommend reading my previous vent posts in one go #that’s a lot of negativity #so like perhaps just don’t interact with this I’m sorry lol #i need to get it out and currently this is how I’m doing it

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larkawolfgirl · 1 year

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Wolfram's Gamble (Yuuram)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Shibuya Yuuri, Wolfram von Bielefeld, Greta (Kyou Kara Maou!) Additional Tags: Jealousy,Demons, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, paranormal ritual, Halloween vibes, relationship test, Mild Sexual Content, Nudity

Summary: In an attempt to strengthen their relationship, Yuuri and Wolfram perform the maiden's gamble ritual.

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Wolfram attempted to get out of bed, but Yuuri pushed him back down. “No!” he ordered. “No getting out of bed until you feel better.”

“But I can’t let you go alone to the ball,” Wolfram protested right before breaking into a coughing fit.

Yuuri sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a concerned look. “I’ll be fine. There are plenty of guards around. Besides, Conrad will be there.”

Wolfram narrowed his eyes. “Neither Conrad nor the guards will bat an eye if you flirt with the gaggle of ladies attending.”

Yuuri rolled his eyes. "I will not flirt with the ladies."

Wolfram scowled. "You always flirt with the ladies."

"Dancing with them isn't flirting, it's being polite."

Wolfram attempted to huff but it turned into a cough. Crossing his arms, he asked, "Is it just polite when you dance with me, too?"

Yuuri frowned. Why couldn't he trust him even after all this time? "That's different."

"Why?" his fiance pressed.

"Because you're special."

"How do you show it?"

What was he getting at? Of course he was special. "We're engaged, we share a bed, we have a daughter…"

"Not that," Wolfram cut him off. "What do you do when we dance?"

Yuuri took a second to think. "I smile and talk with you."

" And don't you do that with the ladies you dance with?"

That wasn't fair. "It's awkward to dance in silence and rude not to smile."

"Yeah, well, it's awkward watching your fiance flirt with other people and rude to make your fiance watch it."

Yuuri almost told him not to watch then, but that would be mean. Instead, he sighed and rubbed the back of his hand over Wolfram's forehead which was still warm to the touch.

"You still have a fever. You need to stay and rest."

When Wolfram just continued to give him a displeased look, Yuuri asked, “Can’t you trust me?”

“Not to flirt or that the flirting doesn’t mean anything?”

Yuuri sighed. “Can’t you trust me that regardless of whether it seems like I’m flirting, I’m not meaning to and that you are the only person I want?

“How can I trust that I’m the only person you want when not that long ago you were saying the exact opposite?”

Yuuri frowned and took one of his hands in his. “I know I hurt you before, and I’ll apologize as many times as you want. You were never who I imagined I would want to be with, but you are. You mean so much to me, Wolf.”

Wolfram visibly deflated. “I believe you. But you already changed your mind once, so how do I know you won’t change it again?”

“I won’t.”

“Even if you say that, you still might. If I let you go to this ball alone, you may never return to me.”

Yuuri squeezed his hand. “I would never do that.”

Wolfram’s voice was sad. “Of course. You’d come and tell me at least.”

Yuuri wanted to yell at him for even thinking that he could ever do that to him, but that wouldn’t fix this problem. What he needed was a way to prove his devotion to him and him alone. He needed to do something that would stop him from ever doubting him again. But what could he do?

“Wolf…” He looked meaningfully into his eyes. “Let me go to the ball while you rest. Then when you get better, I’ll prove to you that I won’t ever change my mind again.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll figure it out.”

Wolfram huffed. “Sure you will.” He laid down and rolled over so that his back was to him.

Yuuri waited a few minutes, but Wolfram said nothing more. He took that as his go-ahead to leave for the ball.

The ball was dreadfully boring without Wolfram there. The beginning half of the ball wasn’t so bad since he could turn people away with the excuse that he wanted to keep dancing with Greta, but he could only keep that up for so long. Eventually, it was her bedtime and the ladies became too insistent to ignore any longer. One lady after the next wanted to dance with him. Making polite conversation with them all was even more exhausting than the dancing itself. Yuuri managed to spend a bit of time with Murata, Conrad, Gwendal, and then Gunter, but even that time wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as if he had been able to spend it with Wolfram.

By the time he returned to his bedchambers, Wolfram was fast asleep. He was glad because he had not been able to come up with any good ideas on what he could do to make Wolfram trust him.

He could offer to take a truth potion, but Wolfram already said he believed him. What Wolfram doubted was the fact that he might change his mind. They could use an artifact to witness their futures, but that could have some horrible consequences, and based on their previous experiences, they would probably only end up misunderstanding the future. Besides, even if they did see that future, what about the future beyond that future? Wolfram might still doubt him. There had to be something he could do. Maybe some sort of love spell or binding spell or something like that.

As soon as Wolf was feeling better, they could go to Earth and look some up.

Wolfram seemed to think that the entire thing was stupid, but he went along with Yuuri to Earth anyway. “Spells are meaningless. If I cast a spell on you, then you won’t have a choice any more,” he said.

He had a point, Yuuri realized. Doing that would stop Wolfram from doubting him, but it would only make him worry about other stuff. So maybe instead of searching for spells, he should search for tests.

When Shouri was gone, he snuck Wolfram and himself into his room to borrow his laptop. As usual, a million tabs were still open containing dubious content. Opening a new window entirely, he searched “relationship love test.” The only results for that were quizzes that would tell you if you were in love or not. Yuuri didn’t need a test like that to tell him if he was in love or not. Next, he tried searching, “how to prove my eternal love.” This only came up with a light novel about playing some sort of game.

A game, huh? Maybe that was what he was looking for. Wolfram might not take the results of a game seriously, but what about something similar but more serious. Like a ritual or a ceremony. Curious, he searched “ritual to prove your romantic love to your partner.” A lot of sweet mundane tips were suggested. This wasn’t the sort of ritual he was looking for. Scrolling through some pages, however, a post caught his eye. Do you trust your boyfriend?

Yuuri opened the link and skimmed through the post. It seemed to be what he was looking for. If he had Wolfram do this, Wolfram couldn’t possibly doubt him any longer. Yuuri was scared, though. What if he really was capable of changing his mind? What if he suggested this and then Wolfram had to pay the ultimate price because of him? Maybe it was better to let Wolfram keep doubting him after all.

Right when he was about to click off of the page, Wolfram peeked at the screen from over his shoulder. “Did you find something?”

“No!” he answered quickly before closing the tab. Luckily, it went back to the showing the home screen rather than one of the illicit images on one of the open tabs.

“That didn’t look like nothing. Didn’t it say doing what it said would lead you toward staying happily together forever?”

Damn. Yuuri kept forgetting that Annissina created that potion some time ago that now translated text before Wolfram’s eyes.

Yuuri turned around to face the blonde. “It did,” he admitted. “But it’s too dangerous.”

Wolfram put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. “Don’t be such a wimp, wimp.”

Yuuri bit his lip. “Yeah, but you’d be the one in the most danger.”

“Then there’s no problem,” Wolfram replied immediately. “I can handle a bit of danger.”

Normally, Yuuri would find it kind of cute to hear him boasting about his skill, but right now it only made him frown. “It isn’t the sort of danger you can fight. If I screw it up, then you'll be trapped in another dimension.”

Wolfram tsked. “Big deal. You can travel between dimensions anyway.”

“There won’t be any water there.”

Wolfram still didn’t seem troubled in the least. “Then just don’t screw up. It can’t be that hard. Anyway, why are you more concerned about me? I should be more worried about you facing this danger.”

“I wouldn’t be in any.”

Wolfram glared. “Why would I be the only one in danger?”

“Because we would be testing me and your trust in me.”

“You don’t trust my trust in you?” Wolfram nearly shouted.

“Isn’t that the point?” Yuuri nearly shouted back.

Wolfram plopped down in the chair across the room. “Only because you're a serial flirt." Then heavily, he relented. "Fine, tell me how this works exactly.”

Yuuri’s chest felt tight, but he pressed control, alt, t to reopen the tab anyway. The words Do you trust your boyfriend? glared at him. Yes, he thought. But could he trust himself?

To Yuuri’s dread, Wolfram insisted that they go through with the ritual. He seemed to feel the need to prove that he trusted Yuuri not to abandon him. It seemed simple enough. All Yuuri had to do was save him before time ran out. There was no way Yuuri would ever abandon Wolfram like that.

But what if he would?

What if he really was selfish enough to choose someone else over him? Could he really be that selfish to just abandon him in the process?

“Stop overthinking it, wimp. All you have to do is open the bathroom door. It isn’t hard or anything.”

It wouldn’t be hard. But that still didn’t mean it would be easy either.

The ritual had to be done on Earth. Well, it didn’t have to be done on Earth, but Yuuri wasn’t going to risk anything odd happening because of doing it in the other world. It would have been too difficult to keep track of time there anyway. Nothing in the ritual said that you couldn’t have other people around during the ritual, but Yuuri figured if they were going to do this, he better do it right. Having his parents around would make the temptation too easy to ignore. His parents might also delay him from returning to Wolfram on time, which definitely could not happen.

Luckily, he had a key to Murata’s place and knew that his parents would be out of town as usual. It was easy telling his parents that him and Wolfram were staying over at Murata’s for the night. He didn’t stay over there often, but it wasn’t exactly unusual either.

After packing a change of clothes and some food, they headed over to Murata’s place to get settled. The sun had already gone down, but it was still some time before midnight.

They were sitting on the couch watching the time click by on the antique grandfather clock. Yuuri was feeling very restless. He didn’t want to go through with this. What if he really never saw Wolf again?

“You’re thinking so loud it’s giving me a headache,” Wolfram complained.

Yuuri gave a light chuckle. “Sorry. I’m just worried.”

“I should be the one worried.”

“You’re really not?” How could Wolfram be so brave all the time?

Wolfram smiled at him. “I know you, Yuuri. You aren’t the sort of person who would abandon me when you know that’s the fate you’d be leaving me to. You’d rather be stuck with me forever than do something like that.”

“Then we aren’t doing it,” Yuuri said with grave seriousness. “It’s pointless even if I pass then because it won’t mean anything.”

Wolfram took his hand in his and squeezed. “Yes, it will. We will be blessed, and I’ll know that you chose me, regardless of the reason.”

“I don’t want to choose you for that reason,” Yuuri admitted quietly.

Wolfram smirked. “Choose me for the right reason, then.”

Yuuri really, really hoped he did. They still had an hour to go before midnight. There was nothing better to do, so he leaned in and kissed him, focusing on how nice his lips felt on his. It did the trick and cleared his mind of unnecessary thoughts.

A quarter till midnight, they set out together toward the nearby park with a public restroom. The heavy darkness was cut through by the sparse street lamps along the way. Yuuri gripped his hand, trying to push down the anxiety in his chest. It was probably the fact that he was about to meet a real demon , but the shadows seemed to move as if they were alive and the sound of cicadas and the trees swaying sounded deafening to his ears.

Wolfram had laughed at him, saying that he was worrying too much since he too was a demon, but Yuuri knew this wasn't a game. This wouldn't be a mazoku visiting him but a very real demon. The scary, evil kind they used to tell stories about in elementary and middle school. The fact that the demon wouldn't hurt him should have made him feel safer, but it didn't. At least then, he'd have a reason to fight back.

They hesitated outside the restroom door when they arrived.

11:53 PM.

Yuuri stared longingly into Wolfram's eyes. It was hard to see in the dim light, but he knew they were the color of the bottom of a lake. He didn't want to let him go. What if he really never saw him again?

He pulled him into his arms. "Let's turn around. I couldn't bear it if you got lost in there."

Wolfram scoffed. "Aren't I supposed to be the one pouring my heart out right now?"

"Don't make light of it," Yuuri breathed into the crook of his shoulder. "That always leads to bad results with these things."

Wolfram's arms wrapped around his back, holding him tight. "There are other rituals like this, huh?" he asked with a sarcastic edge. But then his voice grew serious. "I won't get lost. You need me."

"I do," Yuuri admitted.

"Then there's nothing to worry about. If I do get lost, you'll come find me and drag me out."

"If we aren't out before 12:01 we'll be stuck forever."

Wolfram backed up enough to make eye contact and cup the side of Yuuri's face. "Then we'll be lost together. Between the two of us, we'll blast our way home."

He made it sound so easy. Yuuri put his hand over his and nodded. "Yeah. Just in case, though, I love you, Wolf. I really do."

Wolfram smiled. "I love you too, wimp. You didn't have to do this for me, but it means a lot. The fact that you searched for this ritual is exactly why everything will work out fine."

Yuuri nodded again.

Wolfram pushed forward, giving a short but meaningful kiss. "Alright, I better get in there."

Yuuri gulped. "Yeah."

Wolfram opened the door to the bathroom and walked inside without looking back.

Yuuri held onto Wolfram's hand until it fell from his grasp.

Wolfram took a moment to look around the unfamiliar bathroom. It was extremely dark inside, the only light being some streams of moonlight coming from a tiny window above the sink. The opposite wall was lined with stall after stall from beginning to end. It seemed strange to him to have so many stalls with only one sink.

He entered the first stall and pulled the door shut. It was too dark to see, so he felt over the gap where the edge of where the door swung out from and felt something metal. That must be the latch. He pushed it over until he heard a click.

11:59 PM.

Exactly on time.

He pulled the knife out of his pocket and extracted the blade. Even though it was dark, he could at least make out the shadow of his hand moving the blade. He chipped into the stall door with more force than was probably necessary. Still, since he couldn't see his handiwork, it was better to overdo it to ensure he succeeded. His handwriting would probably look atrocious, but it was the effort and feeling behind it that mattered, right?

It wasn't like any human passing by could read "Yuuri loves Wolfram" anyway if it was written in the mazoku language.

Satisfied with his work, Wolfram closed the knife blade and stuck it back into his pants pocket. Slowly, he began to spin around in a circle counter-clockwise.

"My lover has another," he said. The words felt thicker on his tongue than he had expected them to.

He spun around again, quicker this time. "My lover has another."

It felt like his throat was constricting in on itself, but he forced the words out.

Again.

And again.

33 times and he began to feel sick. Both physically and emotionally. What if Yuuri was right and this had been a horrible idea? What if he was going to spend the rest of eternity locked up in this tiny, dark stall?

No, he had to believe in Yuuri and press on.

Again he spun, forcing the words out.

Again and again, and finally on the 60th time the lights flickered on, then immediately back off. They continued flickering as he continued the last set of spins.

A buzzing filled the air on the second to last spin, and on spin 66, the lights went back out leaving him in a deeper, purer darkness than before.

He was facing the stall door even though he couldn't see it. Slowly, he turned around to see that the toilet and wall that should have been behind him really had disappeared. In their place was a corridor stretching out into endless darkness. Even the corridor was only visible due to an ominous red glow coming up from the floor. It didn't look like anything Wolfram had seen before. It wasn't an electrical light or a power…The only way he could describe it was otherworldly. Even the air was different. It felt thick and weighted on his skin and tasted stale with a hint of ash.

The glow called out to him like a voice in the back of his head. He began to walk down the corridor, feeling the air grow heavier with each step he took. The view in front of him remained unchanging. After what felt like an hour, he stopped and turned around to check if he really had walked at all. The view behind him was an exact mirror of the path in front of him.

His breathing picked up. There were no walls around him, but it somehow felt like the world was closing in on him. The air was tangible on its way down his throat, which left his throat feeling parched and scratchy.

He pulled the digital watch out of his pocket and checked the time.

1:11 AM.

How had only a little over an hour passed? It felt like he had been walking for hours.

"Damn!" Wolfram's fist clenched. Why didn't he think to bring anything to eat or drink with him? Now that he thought about it, the need gnawed at him.

The memory of him and Yuuri and Greta eating cookies in the garden the day before surfaced in his mind. His hand reached out as if he could brush Greta's curls back behind her ear. He could hear her laughter in his ears and he wanted so badly for it to be real.

"Papa," she giggled, "stop. I can do my own hair, you know."

"I know," Wolfram echoed along with his memory. "I enjoy taking care of you, though."

Greta shook her head, causing her curls to displace even further. "You both need to stop babying me so much."

Yuuri grinned. "Don't you know that you'll always be a baby to your parents?"

Greta stuck her tongue out and laughed. "You're only five years older than me."

Yuuri laughed. "That's true. But Wolf can baby you all he wants because he's more than five times your age."

"Are you calling me old?" Wolfram asked in the memory.

"Maybe," Yuuri answered slyly.

Wolfram pounced around the table locking Yuuri into a headlock. "Take it back."

"Why? You're attractive for an old guy."

Wolfram pulled him in tighter. "I'm not old."

Greta laughed as the two of them began play-wrestling against each other. "See," she said, "neither of you are mature enough to baby me."

"Does this make me mature?" Yuuri asked. Then he wiggled around in Wolfram's arms and stole a kiss.

"No!" Wolfram yelled. "That makes you a pervert."

Yuuri's smiling face faded away with the memory.

If he wanted that again, he'd have to keep going. His steps took more effort now, and each one made the pit of his stomach clench uneasily.

One foot in front of the other. Keep going. Keep going.

He had lost all sense of time some time ago. For the hundredth time, he checked the watch.

2:15 AM.

The corridor looked exactly the same in every way. Would he really reach an end? Would he manage to remain sane until he did?

Yuuri stared at the closed bathroom door for an entire minute before he could force himself to turn away. The shadows looked even darker now. Was the demon hiding in wait within them? Fear prickled over his skin. He didn't want to leave the safety of the illumination of the street lamps, but he had to for Wolf.

The walk back to Murata's house felt infinitely longer than the walk to the park had. Luckily, nothing actually popped out of the shadows at him, but he was on edge the entire time.

When he finally reached the house, the lights were already on inside. Gooseflesh rose on his arms. He was sure they had turned the lights off before they left.

Gulping, he placed his hand on the front door knob. He took a deep breath, readying himself.

Then, he turned the knob.

The entire atmosphere shifted. The inside of the house was warm and cheery. Bright light cast out any shadows there might have been in the entranceway. Faint upbeat music drifted from the living room. What really calmed Yuuri's nerves was what he saw right in front of him.

It was Wolfram. He was safe.

But no. That wasn't him. Wolfram was still inside the bathroom.

There was no way this was his Wolfram. The imitation was dressed in nothing but a neon pink apron that said Kiss the cook . His hair looked softer and lighter and his eyes shone too brightly, like the sun was shining onto the surface of a lake with green moss on the bottom. The smile on his face was too happy and transparent.

"Welcome home, Yuuri," he said chipperly.

"Hi," Yuuri replied in an unsure tone.

The imitator tilted his head. "What would you like first? Dinner, a bath, or me?"

Yuuri made a face. What was this? One of Shouri's eroge games?

"You cooked?" he asked.

"Of course," the imitator said. "That's what any loving husband should do."

Oh.

Hearing him call himself his husband made Yuuri surprisingly happy. If only it was the real Wolf calling himself that.

The imitator stepped forward and ushered him inside with a hand on his shoulder. The touch felt real and exactly how it would have felt if this really was Wolfram.

"Come, you seem tired." The imitator led him to the couch. He pushed him down onto the couch, then lifted his feet up onto the coffee table. "Wait here, I'll bring your dinner."

Yuuri watched him go which granted him a nice view of a naked behind. As soon as he saw it, he averted his gaze out of habit. Wolfram would hit him for looking. At least, the real Wolfram would before reminding him that he would have to marry him first if he wanted those kinds of perks.

This Wolfram said they already were married, though. It felt so weird. As if he was dreaming.

The imitator came back into the room carrying a tray with a bowl of rice and a bowl of stir-fried veggies.

"I hope you like it," he said with a slight blush. It was really cute!

Yuuri took the tray with a smile. "I'm sure I will."

The imposter smiled back. He sat down next to him, watching intently as he took a bite.

"Aren't you going to eat as well?"

The imposter shook his head. "I made it for you."

Maybe demons didn't eat.

Or, maybe they didn't eat normal food.

Silence fell between them aside from the music and the sound of Yuuri's chewing. It tasted good. Better than he assumed Wolfram could manage even with some practice.

"It was delicious," he said when he was finished.

The imposter clasped his hands together. "Oh good! Now, would you like that bath? We could take one together." He looked at him through long blonde lashes.

Yuuri could feel the impulse beneath his skin. "No," he answered thickly. "Why don't we just talk awhile."

The imitator giggled. "Alright. How was your day?"

"Oh, uh…" He had been scared all day. He couldn't exactly come out and tell this thing that he had been dreading the thought of meeting him. "It was emotional," he said, trying to still be honest.

The imposter nuzzled his head against his shoulder. "Were you thinking about me all day?"

"Yes." Of course, he had been.

"I thought about you all day, too. I couldn't wait for you to get home."

"What did you think about?" As soon as the words were out, he regretted them.

The imposter turned a sly grin his way. "Well," he said slowly, running the tips of his fingers down Yuuri's arm. "I thought about all the things we could get up to tonight. Are you sure you don't want that bath? I've been practicing holding my breath."

Yuuri's mouth felt dry. He suddenly remembered that the man was practically nude beside him. Is this what the instructions had meant by persuasion? The imposter was giving him what he could only describe as bedroom eyes.

Nervous about what he might do, Yuuri jumped up from the couch. "No, that's alright."

The imposter pouted. It was way too cute, especially with Wolf's face. "Aw, but I bought something special to wear for you, too."

Oh God! Something more special than that apron? Yuuri turned around. "I'm not ready yet!" he squeaked.

A beat passed before fingers were trailing down his back. "There's nothing to be afraid of." The imposter kissed the back of his shoulder blade, leaving heat in its wake. "I won't bite unless you ask me too."

Yuuri gulped. What time was it?

1:23

How was he going to survive 24 hours with this person intact? Even if the demon didn't hurt him, Wolfram surely would if he found out that he did anything.

Which he didn't want to! Yuuri definitely didn't want to. This was a scary demon borrowing Wolfram's face. It didn't matter that his face was that of an angel or that his hair radiated like a halo or that his lips were rosy and kissable. Yuuri didn't want anyone besides Wolfram.

If he could deny a copy of Wolf, then he could prove that he could deny anyone.

Clamping his eyes shut, he conjured an image of Wolfram with him right now. He would be dressed in his light blue suit. He would have tried, but failed to make dinner. Yuuri would have laughed and Wolfram would have yelled at him for it.

"Show me how you do it better then!"

Wolf really did yell at him a lot, didn't he? This version of Wolfram hadn't yelled at him once. It was kind of a relief.

"You aren't him," Yuuri said to himself as well as the demon.

"How could you say that? Of course I'm Wolfram. I'm your husband and we even have a daughter together."

"Greta is–"

"Did you want something?"

The voice caused Yuuri's blood to still. Holding his breath, he glanced over his shoulder. Standing behind the fake Wolfram was what could only be a fake Greta.

The girl giggled. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"But you're in Shinma."

"I missed you, Papa. Uncle Murata helped me come see you."

The fake Wolfram smiled slyly. "We decided the three of us could stay here with you. Your home is our home."

Yuuri licked his lips. "But they need me."

Fake Wolfram shook his head. "They only need a Maoh. Brother already agreed to take care of everything. All you need to do is what makes you happy. Wouldn't staying here with us make you happy?"

"I…"

They were both giving him pleading looks. He wanted to say no, but it would have been a lie. Sure, he'd miss the friends he made there, but living on Earth would be so much easier.

As if reading his mind, the fake Wolfram said, "We can visit anytime you wish."

Greta latched onto Yuuri's arm. "Please, Papa? I want to see more of the world you grew up in."

"Yeah," he agreed.

She jumped in place and squeezed his arm. "Thanks, Papa!"

Yuuri smiled. "Anything for my little girl."

She shrieked. "Stop treating me like a child."

"No can do." He laughed.

Wolfram smiled. "We should start looking for houses, then."

"Huh?" What was wrong with their house.

"We're at Murata's, remember? We can't stay here forever."

Oh, right. Why were they here again?

"Why don't you start looking while I clean up from dinner?"

That sounded like a good idea.

Eventually, Wolfram reached a dead-end. Nothing changed visually, but the way was blocked. It almost looked like a mirror, except he wasn't in the reflection. An invasive thought popped into his brain telling him that he had been replaced. He wasn't even worth reflecting now. That was illogical, though. Even if Yuuri gave up on him, he would still cast a reflection.

He turned his back to the wall and sat down.

It didn't seem smart to fall asleep, but he felt so tired. He began to hum to occupy himself. The corridor was entirely silent except for his voice which bounced off of the invisible walls. The quiet sound was amplified and echoy. It was a simple tune that Conrart used to hum to him when he was little.

He probably should have told the others goodbye just in case. It was too late now.

The song was putting him to sleep rather than waking him up. Maybe sleeping wasn't such a bad idea.

As soon as he had the thought, he was pulled under as if by an unseen force.

Arms encircled Yuuri's neck from behind. "Greta's asleep," whispered a voice in his ear.

Yuuri chuckled and shut the laptop. "What are you implying with that?

Wolfram walked around the computer chair and climbed onto his lap as best he could. The chair wasn't spacious enough to be comfortable, but part of his weight sat on Yuuri's thighs and the rest pushed against the hardwood floor.

"Just that we could have some adult fun if you'd like."

Yuuri put his hands on his husband's waist and kissed him. His lips were addictive, soft, supple, and tasted faintly of strawberry for some reason.

"Isn't that moving a bit too fast?" Yuuri asked.

Wolfram smirked. "We're married, aren't we?"

"Right." Yuuri laughed. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"That's okay." Wolfram kissed along his jawline. "You don't have to think, just feel."

He pulled him back into an open-mouthed kiss. It was quick and heated as if he was starving to taste him.

"I love you so much," Wolfram said between kisses. "Don't you love me, too?"

"Yes," Yuuri panted out of breath. "Of course, I love you."

Wolfram swiped his tongue over his lips. "Then, won't you show it? Show me all the ways you love me."

"You mean…"

"Intimately, of course."

The light in the blonde's eyes was hotter than he'd ever seen it before.

"Of course," Yuuri said.

They walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom. There, Wolfram untied the apron which fluttered to the ground. Yuuri's eyes roamed over his beautiful, exposed skin.

"How do you want me? Like this, or I could put on your surprise?"

Yuuri's mind went wild imagining what the surprise could be. He didn't want to wait any longer, though. He walked up to him and cradled his face. "You're perfect exactly how you are."

Pretty pink dusted over his cheeks at the words. He batted his long eyelashes at him. "Tell me exactly what you want."

What did he want? "Let's lay down on the bed."

Wolfram smiled and did so. When they were side by side, he rolled himself over on top of him. Even through his clothes, Yuuri could feel the outline of him.

The blonde rocked into him and threw his head back. "Is this what you want?"

Yuuri put his hands on his hips. First, he helped his movements, but then he held him in place. "No, I…"

He still wasn't sure what he wanted, though.

Wolfram smirked down at him. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I'll do anything you want."

"What about what you want?"

"That doesn't matter."

Yuuri frowned and pushed Wolfram off of him so that he could sit up. "That isn't right. Let me make you happy instead."

Wolfram smiled up at him from where he landed on the bed. "I am happy."

"So am I," Yuuri emphasized.

Wolfram sat up, inching as close as possible to his side. "But you could be so much happier."

"So, could you."

"We could be happy together."

Wolfram tugged him down onto the bed and into a kiss. Instinctively, Yuuri's hips started grinding into his.

Wolfram cried out. "Yes! That's it."

Yuuri smiled at Wolfram's response. "You like it?"

"I like you ," he said.

Yuuri stilled, looking down at him. His pupils were dilated, his mouth was gaping open, and he was breathing heavily. He didn't look like an angel anymore. He looked indulgent and slutty. Yuuri wasn't sure what to make of the change.

"I like you , too." Yuuri gripped his hand in his. "I'd never do this with those girls, so stop being so jealous."

"I'm not jealous," Wolfram said far too lightly. "I trust you completely."

Yuuri dropped his hand. "What?"

"Of course, I trust you enough to let you dance with those girls. It's only to be expected."

This wasn't right. Wolfram was always jealous.

Yuuri tried to get up, but Wolfram grabbed his arm. He frowned. "Where are you going?"

"I need a moment to think."

"About what? Don't I please you?"

"That's not–"

"Tell what you don't like, and I'll change it. I can even look like those girls if you'd rather."

Right before his eyes, Wolfram shifted form. His light blonde hair grew into long curls and breasts grew out from his chest. Every one of his features softened. He–she– looked beautiful in every way. Yuuri was sure that she would feel amazing in his arms. Yuuri was also sure this wasn't Wolfram.

"You aren't Wolfram."

The woman cackled. "Does it even matter? I'm offering you something he never can."

Yuuri shut his eyes. "That doesn't matter! I only want him!"

The woman tsks. "He'll never have to know."

He couldn't see her, but he could feel her moving closer and pressing up against him. Her soft breasts pushed into his side.

Yuuri would know. He'd never be able to live with himself if he hurt him like this.

"I don't want you."

Suddenly, he remembered that this imposter was really a demon.

What time was it?

He bolted away from the imposter and ran out into the living room.

11:30 PM.

He didn't have much time left. How had it already been so long? Hadn't it only been an hour and a half last time he checked?

He turned around at the sound of clapping. The imposter looked like male Wolfram again and was still entirely nude. "I'm surprised you snapped yourself out of it in time. You can still choose me, though."

Yuuri rooted his stance. "Why would I ever pick you?"

"Because I will always make you happy."

"Wolf already makes me happy."

The imposter gave him a pitying look. "You may think that, but he also drives you crazy. Don't you get tired of being yelled at and called a wimp?"

"T–that's how he shows affection."

"He's always jealous and trying to control you. He never thinks you're doing enough."

"He's only jealous because he's scared of losing me. And he pushes me to be better. I need him."

The imposter stepped closer, running his hands down the length of his body. "He won't even please you. I, on the other hand, will please you for as long as you want in any possible way that you want."

Yuuri licked his lips. "I don't want someone like that. I only want Wolf."

"Even if he never puts out?"

"Yeah," he said shakily. "If that's what Wolf wants, then I'll deal with it."

The imposter took a step back and whistled. "Wow, you really are a tough nut to crack."

Yuuri sucked in a breath. "I'm not anything special."

"Oh, yes you are. 9/10 guys would have jumped me the moment they came home. People can say they only have eyes for their certain someone all they want, but few actually mean it."

"I was actually terrified of meeting you."

The imposter cackled. "I know. But I did my act well. I was so close to having you. Where did I mess up?"

"You were too perfect."

The imposter lifted his eyebrows. "All I did was what you wanted."

"Maybe on some level, but Wolf wouldn't be Wolf without his flaws."

"You don't want him to cook for you?"

"He doesn't have to and just him trying is cute."

The imposter shook his head. "You really are different."

Yuuri smiled and looked back at the clock. "Sorry, but I have to go to Wolf now."

The imposter exhaled slowly. At the tail end of the breath, his form shifted yet again. Black hair, black skin, and red glowing eyes. "Go, half-breed," came a voice much deeper than before. "You had better hurry." He cackled as a mist of smoke engulfed the room.

Yuuri stumbled blindly toward the door. Opening it, he was meant with oppressive darkness. He could see light from a lamp post, but it was too far away to illuminate anything in front of him. It was also in the opposite direction than his memory said it should be.

Disoriented, he stumbled down the road in complete darkness. He could feel the shadows moving around him and every so often he thought he heard laughter on the wind.

Finally, there was another light post. He stumbled to it, only seeing the door in front of him when he stopped beneath the light. It was the door leading into the bathroom, but it was just the door. The building itself was missing.

His heartbeat raced. Was he too late?

Go on, half-breed, whispered the wind.

He turned the doorhandle and stepped into the waiting darkness.

Wolfram woke to a clicking sound. He blinked a few times before remembering that he was supposed to be keeping an eye on the time.

12:00 AM.

Jumping up, he ran down the endless corridor. Clicking sounded in time with each of his footfalls. He ran faster to the point where he was worried he may pass out before reaching the end.

He tripped and failed to catch his footing. His knee scraped the ground which felt like concrete. Pushing himself back up, his surroundings rippled. Endless black and red shifted into lighter shades of darkness. He reached a hand out, feeling the coolness of the stall door and the coarseness of the grooves he cut into it.

He breathed, waiting for Yuuri to save him.

Yuuri reached along the wall for a light switch but couldn't find one. Giving up, he ran toward the first stall. He only had a minute!

"Wolf?" he called.

No response.

This better be the right one! He felt over the stall door, sighing in relief when he felt the lock. Immediately, he unbolted it and had to hold himself back from pushing the door open.

A moment later, Wolfram stepped out.

Yuuri let out the hugest breath of his life and crashed his arms around him.

"Thank God you're safe!"

Wolfram's arms held him back just as tightly. "I almost overslept," he said.

"I almost forgot," Yuuri admitted.

Wolfram's reply sounded watery. "But you didn't."

"I…" Yuuri had to take a moment to pull himself together. "I wouldn't have, but…he messed with my mind."

"It's okay," Wolfram said, running a soothing hand down his back. "You came back."

"But I almost–"

Wolfram pulled back and placed a finger to his lips. "I don't care what you did. I won't be jealous anymore just like you wanted."

Yuuri shook his head. "No! Don't change anything!"

"Yuuri?" Wolfram asked, confused.

Yuuri lifted Wolfram's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. "I know now that I don't want you to change in any way. I love everything about you just the way you are."

"You're surprisingly sapy."

Yuuri gave a small laugh. "That's fine with me. As long as you don't mind."

"Hmm." Wolfram pretended to consider it. "I guess I can deal with it."

"Oh, thanks."

A moment passed, then Wolfram rested his head on Yuuri's shoulder. "I did start to wonder if you were going to abandon me."

Yuuri held his head closer. "I only ever would have done it by accident."

Wolfram exhaled. "I know. I'm just glad it's over."

"Me too."

They stood there embracing each other for a long time before finally making their way back to Murata's house. They got ready for bed, and when they laid down, Wolfram cuddled closer than usual.

"Wolf?" Yuuri asked.

"I…" The blonde hid his face in the mattress. "I just thought now it seems silly to wait."

"No," Yuuri said after a pause. "We should wait and make it special. But, well…" He scratched his cheek. "Let's not wait long."

Wolfram pushed himself up with his arms. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

Yuuri looked away. "We're already engaged."

Wolfram smacked his chest. "We've been engaged for years. Are you asking me to marry you?"

"Y–yes."

Wolfram straddled him and kissed him. Yuuri froze, remembering how the demon had done the same thing.

But Wolfram didn't grind into him or make any lewd faces. All he did was press close and kiss him. Tenderly rather than in a devouring manner.

Yuuri relaxed into it. He felt over his lower back and his hips. This was the real Wolfram. He could tell.

"I love you," he said when they broke apart.

Wolfram smirked. "You better."

Yuuri chuckled and took his hand in his. He never realized until then how well their fingers laced together.

Maybe they hadn't before but this blessing made them fit better than they already had.

No, he decided a second later. Despite whatever either of them or anyone said, they had always complimented each other in a way only they could. He couldn't wait until they could actually become halves to each other.

Husband, he thought fondly. The word had a nice ring to it.

#kkm #kyou kara maoh #yuuram #yuuri x wolfram #yuuri shibuya #wolfram von bielefeld #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

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He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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unwantedtomost · 3 years

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it had been months — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 4,401 words

summery: it had been nine months since you and your first real long term boyfriend broke up. but as they say, time makes the heart grow fonder ... and it also made the lust build up.

warnings: angst, smut, thigh riding, cheating, kind of a breeding kink at the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n: i have never actually posted a whole thing on here before, so i hope this goes well. i know my writing can improve, but it’s pretty good i would say. enjoy!

It had been months since you had broken up with your long-term boyfriend. Your first long-term boyfriend you had since you arrived to the Hollywood scene. Nine months, to be exact. The same amount of time it would have been to carry a child. A hypothetical child. The same hypothetical child that ruined your relationship in the first place.

“You don’t want kids?” Sebastian questioned as soon as you entered the shared apartment. The topic of children came up at dinner with your shared friends. You, offhandedly said: “God, no,” with a laugh, not giving it a second thought. Not till now.

“Not really,” you said as you unzipped your heeled boots. “I never really have, not since I was younger.”

“Never?” He asked, heart starting to beat heavier.

You looked up to him, concerned when you saw his face. It was the same face he had on every time you guys got in a face, mixed with disappointment, maybe even hurt. You smiled, trying to lighten the situation.

“Maybe not never,” you said, putting your shoes away. “But not at least for ten years, maybe even longer. I mean, I am only twenty-two. I would like a good life without children before bringing them into the mix.”

Your warm smile and calm demeanor did nothing to elevate the tension, something inside you saying it did the exact opposite. He looked serious and upset, a combination you never saw much.

“In ten years I’ll be almost fifty,” Sebastian states.

“So? Guys never really stop shooting out good rounds. All my parts will still be intact by that time too.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is it?” You were confused. Why was he acting like this?

“I shouldn’t be old enough to be the kid’s grandfather.”

Anger started to bubble up as well. This tone that he had made you pissed off. He was talking like you were stupid like you didn’t get what he was saying. The brassiness you had in general not helping your temper.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you started dating someone sixteen years younger than you,” you shot back.

Then the yelling started. Something that could have been a deep, meaningful conversation (one that frankly should have been had way before this point) turned into a full-blown fight. You both started going in at each other, picking at old scabs that you knew would hurt. That was the point, after all, you just wanted to hurt each other. Because you were mad and upset, you guessed, but by the end of it, you weren’t even sure.

The fighting ended two hours later, you sat, slumped on the couch, huffing. You tried to catch your breath from all the yelling. Your throat was hoarse, your cheeks sticky from dried tears.

“It seems like we’re not gonna work out then,” you said, numb.

“Seems so.”

And you left that night, grabbing nothing but your phone before making your way to your closest friend’s house.

After that, you cried for two months straight. You really thought that Sebastian was endgame. That you would be together forever. That you would be happy. Ever since you caught sight of him at your first audition, you felt that he was the one. Then the universe laughed maniacally as it showed you just how fucking wrong you were.

In the past nine months, you had seen him approximately sixteen times, most being in passing, a few being at parties, and one time being at a coffee shop that you both loved. You started to frequent it less after the breakup, too scared to bump into him. Little did you know, he was doing the same thing. The day you two saw each other was both of your first times in three months.

It was all stupid small talk until it wavered, forced laughs and fake smiles fading as the reality of the situation simmered in.

“Look, y/n—”

“Don’t,” you interrupted. You knew what he was going to say, and you didn’t want to hear it. You simply couldn’t. “It was nice seeing you again, Sebastian. I hope you have a good life.” You took a few steps before turning back around for a moment. He looked at you like he was expecting you to run into his arms and make everything go back to normal. “And I really hope you meet a girl that can give you what you need.”

He tried to reach out to you, but you wouldn’t let him. You simply walked away and left him, alone. That was the last time you had spoken to him.

It was five months after the breakup until you let your friends talk you into going out again. And that night you had run into none other than the Timothee Chalamet. Numbers were exchanged then the next thing you knew, you were naked in his hotel room. After that, you went through a bit of a “hoe stage.” Every two weeks you were on a cover of TMZ, E!, or any other celebrity gossip magazine that existed with a “possible new thing.” The people ranged from Tom Holland to Madison Beer, and no one knew what was true or not. After the first few batches came out, you stopped giving a shit. You were allowed to rebound with whomever or however you wanted to, and you were taking full advantage of that.

You were so busy juggling so many people that you hadn’t even thought about Sebastian. Not till right now. Your eyes catch his from across the ballroom that you’re currently in. Your pulse quickens rapidly, you feel like you might even faint. If it wasn’t for Timothee’s hand on your waist, you were sure you would have collapsed on the spot. You watched as Sebastian’s jaw clenched just like it did whenever you did something he disapproved of. Just like it did every time he gave into himself and read one of those stupid gossip sights and saw you all over whatever arm candy you had chosen for the week.

“I’ll be right back, okay babe?” Timothee said, kissing you on the cheek. He waited for you to nod before making his way to one of his friends.

You don’t know what to do and those beautiful blue eyes you fell in love with all that time ago refuse to leave yours. You feel like you want to cry, or scream, or throw up, but you know that you shouldn’t actually do any of those things. You’d draw attention and you don’t want any more people talking about you.

Luckily, one of your best friends, Elizabeth, pulls you into a tight hug and brings you back to earth. Her body feels warm and it makes you feel safe, the smell of her strawberry shampoo bringing you comfort.

“I know,” she said before you spoke. “I saw. Are you okay? I’ll leave with you right now if you want to.”

It takes you a minute to process everything, and even though you’re running everything through your mind, nothing really sinks in.

“I’ll be fine,” you say with conviction, though you don’t know if it’s true at all. “Leaving wouldn’t accomplish anything.” You stop talking for a minute before smiling at Elizabeth. “Now, let’s go give the people what they want and take some pictures together.”

It had been two hours and the event was finally coming to a close. No more than forty-five minutes and the place would be cleared out. With that knowledge, you went to go take advantage of the free bar stocked up with expensive liquor. After schmoozing with people you did not even want to interact with, you deserve it.

“Two shots of tequila and a rum and coke, please,” you say to the rather cute bartender, shoulders slumping.

As soon as the two shot glasses were in front of you, you downed them. It burned like hell and you could only imagine the ungodly face you made. You tried to chase it with the rum and coke, but it didn’t help much. You heard a gruff voice beside you order something, one that was very familiar. When you heard a chuckle, you knew for sure who was right next to you. You froze again, that same dizzy, sick feeling coming back. You turned your head slowly to see those big blue eyes for the second time tonight, your heart surely beating loud enough that anyone in a mile radius could hear it.

“You look beautiful tonight, y/n,” Sebastian said, leaning against the bar, facing you.

“You do too,” you blurt out. Face turning red after you realized that you’re fucking stupid. “I mean, you look—shit. You look very nice, Seb—Sebastian.”

You’re so flustered and red, you want to simply sink into the floor. For a moment, you wonder why he isn’t acting the same way. It could be that he had already had some to drink or maybe he was just better at controlling his emotion. And the thought that makes dread flow through you is that maybe he is just over you.

“Are you going to an after-party?” He asks, sipping from his glass.

“I don’t think so,” you say. You were supposed to go to one with Timothee, where you were finally going to announce that you two had become official, but now you just want to go home. “Are you?”

“Probably not,” he said simply. “I’ll just have a few more of these back home and go to bed.”

“Drinking alone is no fun,” you say, hinting. You know what you are trying to get across but you don’t know why. It’s like your mouth was moving before your brain could understand what you were doing.

“It’s not ideal,” he said. “But I really don’t have a date to drink with, unlike you.” He pointed towards Timothee talking to a director you hastily met.

“He’s not my date,” you shot out. “I mean, he is, but we’re not like, dating.” Why the fuck are you talking!?!?

“It’s none of my business,” Sebastian said. He didn’t sound mean, he sounded like he was trying to comfort you.

“I know … but we’re not … if you were wondering.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on your elbow. “It was nice to see you again, y/n.”

He turned to start walking away but you called after him, making him turn back around. “Wait!” Once he was facing you, you felt like you were in a movie. “I could go for a drink.”

Sebastian smiled but his eyes dismissed you. “What are you doing, sugar?” He warned.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “But don’t shut me down.”

With a shared smile, he took your hand and you both left the party. On the car ride back to his apartment (that used to be your apartment), you thought briefly about how you would explain this to Timothee in the morning. Then you turned off your phone so you didn’t have to feel guilty if he decided to text you. Neither of you spoke much on the way. His hand never left its place on your thigh before you were finally there.

When he opened the door, you stumbled lightly into the apartment. Sebastian caught you by wrapping his arm around your waist. He lightly sat you down on the chair by the entrance (the same one you had sat at nine months ago). Once he had closed the door and put his things down, he came back to you to help slip off your heels.

“Are you already drunk?” He chuckled.

“No, just a wee bit tipsy.”

“Your ‘wee bit’ is usually a lotta bit.”

“Not this time, I really mean just a wee wee bit.” You suddenly burst out laughing at the fact you just said wee wee, giving away the fact that you are indeed close to being drunk.

“Maybe you don’t need anymore to drink,” Sebastian said.

“C’mon, Sebby, take that stick out of your ass,” you say, making him laugh. It makes you feel lighter like you weren’t fucking shit up again. Like you weren’t making a mistake you would regret in the morning.

You watched as he made his way into the kitchen, pouring both of you a glass of red wine. Your favorite and most expensive red wine, the one that you had left at the apartment after the breakup. You wondered if it was the same bottle, or if he had done the same thing he was doing with you with another girl. When he came back, he handed you the glass which you placed down on the coffee table, realizing you were still in a designer white dress that you didn’t own.

“Shit,” you muttered after your realization.

“What is it?”

“This isn’t my dress.”

His eyes wandered down your figure as he thought. “You can take that off and I can hang it up for you. I’m sure there’s something here you can wear.”

You nodded before he was walking towards the bedroom, the one you once shared. You followed after him through the small hall. You looked around the room, noticing how boring it looked now. None of your decorations you had were up anymore, but the small mural you once painted in the middle of the night was still in full view. Did he think about you every time he saw it? If he did, why didn’t he just paint over it?

Sebastian placed one of his shirts (that was your favorite one to wear) and a pair of shorts you had thought you lost on the bed.

“Well, you can get changed in here,” he stated before going for the door.

“Actually,” you called out, stopping him from leaving. “Can you unzip me please?”

He paused for a moment before nodding, slowly making his way back to you. The room went silent as he softly collected your hair and moved it to one side. Heat started to rise through your body at the close proximity he held. His hands grazed your shoulders momentarily before he steadily unzipped the expensive dress. You caught his eyes in the mirror in front of you, your cheeks immediately burning red. He finished unzipping the dress before helping you slide it off your arms. You had to cover your breasts with your arm since you hadn’t worn a bra. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen your body before, he knew his way around there better than you did, but not covering yourself just felt inappropriate. But, to be fair, the entire situation felt inappropriate. The dress fell to a pool around your feet, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace black underwear, ones that Sebastian had bought for you one month before you broke up. You stepped out of the dress, eyes never leaving his. He bent down to pick it up, blue orbs never leaving your eyes.

“I’ll go lay this on the guest bed,” Sebastian said plainly before leaving the room and closing the door.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you let your arm fall. Even though you hadn’t even had a conversation with Sebastian in six months, being in that moment felt more intimate than anytime you had sex with Timothee—or anyone, for that matter. You pulled on the worn-out gray tee shirt that vaguely had ‘Coca-Cola’ printed across it before going out to the living room where you found Sebastian sipping on his wine, now dress in an old tee and grey sweatpants.

The next hour felt like a blur, it was filled with giggles and stupid comments. By the end of it, the wine bottle was empty and you two were officially wine drunk. Now, you were slumped on the couch (the one that you picked out), leaning towards Sebastian, hand dancing along the cushion space between you two.

“Have you realized we never had a goodbye?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean?” He asked, not wanting his guess to what you were talking about to be right.

“I mean, we had a fight and I left then we were done. There were no ‘this is for the best’ speeches or attempts at a goodbye kiss. One day there was an us and the next it was … nothing.” You looked up at him, an innocent yet quizzical look on your soft features.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” he said.

Not this shit again. “I know,” you said, “we don’t have to talk about anything. We’re not together anymore. We don’t even need to acknowledge each other’s existence anymore. But tonight, you did, and now we’re on your couch.”

“I don’t—” he started, but you wouldn’t let him finish.

“We don’t have to talk about it then. But, I do have another question. Did you ever fuck anyone here?” The words flowed out before you could think any longer, nothing but courage and alcohol running through your body.

“What?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, Sebastian. I just want to know if you ever fucked someone in my—our—this place.”

His eyes bore into yours as he spoke, voice sharp and clear. “No, y/n, I have never fucked anyone in this place. No one but you.”

That answer made you happy. This place, your place, was still pure. No random hookups had tramped through the place where you lived.

“Good,” you accidentally said out loud, making him upset.

“Why does it even matter? It’s not like you weren’t fucking those young things you were all over in public.” He started to get angry at the thought. “Who are you to question me about my sex life after you broke up with me then pranced around tabloid covers for months with different people each week?”

“Because this was our house, I just want to know it wasn’t tainted by blonde bitches with names you didn’t even remember in the fucking morning.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but you’re the only blonde bitch I’ve fucked.”

Suddenly, your hand was moving and your palm was connecting with his face. It shocked both of you, making you both freeze in place. It took ten seconds before Sebastian grabbed the wrist you hit him with, yanking it so you were closer to him. So close you could feel his breath on your face.

“Slap me again and see what fucking happens, I dare you,” he spit out.

Then your heart was in your ass as your stomach erupted with butterflies and your panties soaked with arousal.

It was almost like you lost all control over your body as you smashed your lips against his. Your hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and tugging at the hair there. The intentional scruff on his face was harsh against your smooth skin, but it only elevated your pleasure. Sebastian’s hands went around the sides of your neck, one kind of cupping your face while the other was closer to the back to pull you closer. You felt like you needed to get closer to him, get as close as possible. You needed every single inch of him over every single part of yourself. Your leg swung, straddling him.

Without thinking, you rutted yourself against his thigh, a guttural moan coming from your lips as you did. It’s not like you hadn’t been touched in a while, you just got fucked a few days ago, but you hadn’t experienced something as hot as this in so long. It was rushed and needed, you felt like you would die if he stopped. Your hips absent-mindedly grinded down against his thigh again.

“Fuck, ride my thigh baby,” he ordered. You listened, slipping into your old ways. You continued to rut against his thigh as you kissed. He knew you were getting close by the moans you were letting out into the kiss. He pulled away from your lips, watching as you were losing yourself. “I want you to cum for me, sugar.”

Your hips slowed as your mind raced a mile a minute. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum from just his thigh. What would that do to his already inflated ego? It sounded like bullshit to give into him.

“No,” you mumbled out, your hips threatening to halt their movement.

“No?” He repeated.

You sat there for a minute, silent as his eyes frantically studied your face to see what the point was. He wondered if you wanted to stop, he would understand completely, but he knew that wasn’t what it was by the way you keep clenching your thighs together. Sebastian smirked as he realized what was really happening. He grabbed your hips and started to push you down on his thigh. The problem was that you wanted to cum, but you didn’t want to cum for him. Too bad he was determined on it.

You moaned loudly as he started to drag your hips. You were inching so close, the fact that you didn’t want to give in to the feeling made it feel like it was only becoming stronger. Your hands grabbed his old t-shirt as you frantically moved your hips back and forth. Your nose scrunched and your eyes shut tight, your mouth letting out a whisper of “oh fuck”s on a loop.

“That’s it,” you heard Sebastian say even though his voice sounded like it was miles away. “Cum like a good girl.”

Suddenly, all the pressure that was building up deep within your tummy snapped and you were on cloud 9. Your heat pulsed as you road out your orgasm, Sebastian's hands helping you immensely. It took a good minute of pants as you caught your breath before you opened your eyes and came back to reality.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you muttered to him when you finally made eye contact again.

“I know,” he smirked. “Now be a good girl, sugar, and take off your pants.”

You questioned arguing with him more, but you decided not to. You wanted him, you wanted him so fucking bad. You stood up and pulled down your shorts, doing a little spin so Sebastian could marvel at how wonderful you looked.

“As beautiful as those look on you, darling, they’d look better on the floor.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you stripped out of the underwear as well, leaving you in nothing but an old grey t-shirt. You went back to your place on Sebastian’s lap, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. You felt like you were melting into him entirely as everything snapped back into place. Your hands roamed lower, palming him through his grey sweats. You smirked to yourself at the realization of how hard he was already and at the fact he wasn’t wearing boxers. He lifted his hips to help you pull down his pants. Just as you were getting ready to place his member in the place you wanted him the most, he halts your movement by grabbing your wrist.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom, y/n,” he warned. You frowned, upset that he had stopped you.

“I don’t care.”

“But you still have that IUD in, right?”

You grimaced because no, you did not. Your five years had run out two months ago and you hadn’t gotten around to making an appointment for a new one. You shook your head slowly side to side before he sighed. He went to pull you off of him but you stopped him by holding onto his shoulders

“I don’t care,” you repeated.

“Y/n, you know why can’t.”

“Why not?”

He looked at you in disbelief. “Besides the fact you could get pregnant?”

“I don’t care,” you said one more time. “I want you.”

He looked into your eyes, trying his best to decipher your intentions.

“Y/n …”

“Get me pregnant, Sebby,” you said, meaning it too. “I want you, I want your kids. Fuck, I want us back. I don’t care if that means kids and a white picket fence. I just want you.”

“Are you sure?”

In response, you slowly leaned down and your lips touched. It was nothing like the kisses you had shared preferably, it was slow and soft. He pulled you closer, finally letting you lower yourself down on him. You both let out loud moans as you sink down on his member.

It was like you had forgotten what making love felt like, probably because you did. In the past nine months since you had split, you hadn’t made love with anyone once. It was all just meaningless sex or hot fucking, but there was no love behind it. You didn’t love Timothee, you hadn’t loved any of your flings. Maybe it was because you never stopped loving Sebastian—you were almost sure it was because of that.

You moved up and down whilst Sebastian thrust up into you. The room was filled with moans, grunts, and praises from both ends. He started to kiss your neck as his thumb started to rub your clit. The multiple amounts of stimulation only brought you closer to your climax.

“I’m gonna, fuck—I’m close.”

“I know, babygirl,” he cooed. “Look at me.” You looked into his blue orbs, feeling your climax inching ever so closer. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined out as your hips moved faster. “Cum inside me, Sebastian. Get me—fuck, god—put a fucking baby in me.”

With your confirmation, he flipped you on your back, thrusting harder. The hand that wasn’t toying with your clit interlaced with yours. Your grip on each other squeezed harder as you neared your finishes. You wrapped your legs around him as his hips started to stutter.

“Cum with me, baby,” Sebastian groaned.

You finally let the coil that built inside of you snap with his permission. Moments later, he busted inside of you, making you both yell out. He collapsed on top of you, trying his best not to crush you under his weight. You both panted for minutes before you finally spoke up.

“I love you,” you said. He lifted his head, looking into his eyes. “I never stopped.

“Neither did I,” Sebastian said. “Did you mean it, you want to have kids?”

“I want to do anything if it means I can be with you. Anything.”

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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i’m a simple gal...... i like seeing natasha being overprotective and a little homicidal SO could i please request some cute mentor!almost itherlynat x reader? maybe reader gets badly hurt during training or someone on the team hurts her feelings? mamabear stabs? 🥺

More Than A Mentor | n.r fluff fic

Summary: After an accident, Y/N realizes her and Natasha’s relationship goes beyond mentor and mentee.

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I’ve missed writing Marvel/Natasha.

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Natasha was not an easy mentor, and Y/N learned that quickly. She was understanding and patient, yes, but she also knew when to push Y/N and went to be a little stricter.

The thing was, Y/N was never completely sure what side she’d get of her mentor at what time - though she found herself not having to worry about it after . . . The Accident.

That disastrous day would go down in the team’s history, yet no one liked to talk about it. It was a day Y/N would never forget: it changed . . . everything.

It was one of the rare days that Y/N wasn’t training with Natasha. She had a meeting with Fury so Steve filled in for her. Y/N was not accustomed to training with a super soldier, and had to quickly adjust (it didn’t make it any easier that he had his shield, too).

She was doing well - at least, she wanted to think that she was - and so far had deflected almost every punch from Steve, managing to get one or two punches against him herself.

Nonetheless, the air was knocked out of her when Steve slammed her against the mat. She grunted, angry only fueling the pain when she saw that stupid smirk on his face, and used that to her advantage; he wouldn’t expect her to recover so quickly (and in truth, neither did she) but she did it anyway, throwing all her weight against the Captain. She secured he legs around his waist like Natasha taught her and, using the strength in her legs and pushing his broad shoulders, just about managed to get herself out from being pinned on the mat. Now, though, they were both sorta sitting on the mat, so Y/N kneed him in the chest, pushing him down.

“You’re good,” he whispered, just slightly out of breath, before he - seemingly without using any strength at all - threw her to the side where she rolled.

Y/N cursed under her breath, getting her feet. It was impossible to win against a super-soldier! Think, Y/N, think, what did Natasha teach you? Cmon!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve grabbing his shield, and got in a stance to either catch it or evade it - she hadn't decided yet - when yells distracted her. In her hyped up, adrenaline-pumped state, the first thing that came to Y/N’s mind was that someone was hurt. She was about to call of the training when a large, solid force smacked into her stomach, sending her flying into the air where she hit the wall, losing consciousness.

Steve's eyes widened, not thinking it’d actually hit her, and jumped into action. “Who the hell screamed?” The blonde yelled as he ran to his fallen teammate. He carefully turned her on her back and looked her over for injuries, seeing bruises and bleeding starting to form on her stomach and ankle and her head bleeding.

Bucky and Sam practically crashed inside the room, trying to beat each other.

“He threatened me!” Sam exclaimed.

“He tried to steal my metal arm!” Bucky defended.

Both men came to a screeching halt when they digested the scene, though. Steve rolled his eyes at his idiotic friends and tried to put pressure on Y/N’s head wound. “Sam, get Bruce, please. Tell him to prepare med - and Bucky, get Natasha. She’ll want to be here,” he ordered, and the men nodded, guilty.

Steve carefully picked Y/N up in his arms and hoisted her into the air, carrying her to med where Bruce and Helen were, Sam explaining the situation to them. Instantly, Helen jumped into action. She instructed Steve to lay Y/N down on one of the med’s beds and then ushered the men out of the room, where she then began grabbing various medical things and assessing Y/N’s injuries, instructing Bruce to hook her up to an IV.

Steve and Sam stood outside, not saying a word to each other, both pacing back and forth. They did not have to be silent for long, though, because pounding footsteps soon approached and the men looked up to see a very furious Natasha with Bucky trailing behind her.

The redhead’s eyes fell onto the closed med doors and huffed, turning back to Steve. “I leave her with you for training one day and she gets hurt?!” She demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

Steve swallowed. “Nat, I-” He began to say, but was cut off.

“What happened?” Natasha asked.

Steve glanced up at her, first irritated when she asked him a question and then interrupted him whilst he was answering, but backed off when he saw the urgency, the nervousness in her eyes; she was scared. Scared that Y/N was really hurt and guilty.

“We were training. I threw my shield at her, expecting her to catch it or duck . . . But Sam and Buck distracted her and it hit her,” he said, not wanting to throw his friends under the bus but also knowing he had to be truthful.

Natasha stood in place, processing the information. She took a breath, and had almost completely calmed down when Bucky decided to open his mouth.

“Y’know, if anything we tested her. What if someone yelled during a mission? Is she gonna get distracted then?” He mumbled, not really meaning it but wanting to spare him and Sam Natasha’s wrath.

Karma’s a bitch, though, because it did the exact opposite.

If you blinked you’d miss it: Natasha swiftly turned and pushed Bucky against the wall, pinning him there with his hands above his hand.

“Don’t you dare start blaming this on Y/N, you hear me?” She said in a low tone, glaring.

Bucky quickly nodded and Natasha released him. When she did, the door opened and Helen appeared.

“She’ll be okay—” Helen began, and Natasha let out a breath of relief, “—but she does need to be off training for at least a month. She has a concussion, broken ankle, and . . . the shield sort of stabbed her in her stomach.”

It took a couple moments for all four to digest this. Steve paled and Natasha’s crossed arms for tighter as she bit her lip. “Can I see her?” She asked.

“She’s still unconscious, but yes,” Helen answered, nodding.

Natasha almost failed to contain the gasp lurching to leave her throat when she saw Y/N, all bandaged up. The spy gulped and sat down beside her, not knowing what else to do other than sit there, and had no clue what she’d say when Y/N woke up because she sure as hell wasn’t leaving her. Thankfully, Natasha had some time to think it out.

Almost a day later and Natasha hadn’t left — Clint had convinced her to go sleep and eat for a couple hours, but that was it — and now, Y/N woke up.

“Ms. Romanoff?” Y/N murmured in a haze of confusion, squinting her eyes to see her mentor curled up in a chair, reading a big book.

Natasha snapped her head up and immediately sat forward, a smile covering her face. “Y/N! You’re awake? How are you feeling? And how many times have I told you to call me ‘Natasha’?”

Y/N blushed but nodded. “I’m fine, probably the painkillers’ doing though . . . How long was I out?” She said.

“Around a day,” Natasha answered.

“Did you . . . Did you stay here?” Y/N asked again, a little smaller this time, playing with her blanket.

“Most of it, yeah,” Natasha murmured, relaxing into the chair.

“Really? You’re-you’re not mad?” Y/N said, eyes wide and jaw dropped in surprised.

Natasha scrunched her face up. “What? No — of course I’m not mad! You’re like my daughter! How could I be—?”

Natasha was cut off by Y/N’s loud, yet thankful gasp. The teenager sat up and wrapped her arms around Natasha and, after a moment, Natasha smiled and wrapped her arms around her too.

Y/N truly was like her daughter, and mothers were always protective over their children.

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Could you please write Hcs for an Mc who is the twst version of Elsa and what the dorm leaders think of her.

Uhhhh an Elsa request 🌚🌚 I’m quite excited about a request for Elsa!MC as I love hippie queen Elsa. Thanks for that! I’m a Helsa shipper and I’ve written fics (one of them hasn’t been updated since 14/02/2020 lol), headcanons, crack AU (there is twilight one sdfghj), incorrect quotes etc... One of the Helsa AUs I love is the genderbent AU. I saved a few of them in my OG blog, I can share all of genderbent frozen characters’ links here which can be imagined what if they were in Twisted Wonderland. Just gonna share this one because I got that as a gift for Valentine’s Day

I added Elsa!MC’s relationship with the dorm leaders in some headcanons. I was too excited for Elsa!MC that I focused on MC in this post.

MC/Yuu

It is not where MC imagined waking up, inside of a place more confined than her room. It is overwhelming and she has no idea how she ended up there. Certainly, it cannot be her mother and father as they wouldn’t do that without telling her... right? Maybe she didn’t realize her powers got out of control while her parents did so they put her more confined place.

All these thoughts are racing in her head, not even hearing the commotion coming outside where she is, only realizes it when a door is opened and she falls from a little high place. When she sees Grimm, she doesn’t believe her eyes first then she remembers the trolls then she sees his magic. It’s similar yet opposite magic of hers, fire magic. She is fascinated by it but she can’t be near another destructive power like hers and also Grimm wants to take her clothes which is something she certainly cannot do! Her gloves especially!

MC starts running when she notices that she isn’t wearing her gloves, leaving an icy trail behind.

When she is found out, she is dragged down by some suspicious man. She tries to explain that she is too dangerous but he doesn’t listen. She doesn’t want to hurt him accidentally like she did with her sister.

Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know, be the good girl you always have to be; she repeats herself to not freeze the weird bird guy.

When she is pushed in front of the mirror, it says “This one’s soul does not fit Night Raven Collage” then the other magical creature that wanted her clothes wants to take her place. The creature spits fire everywhere and someone yells “Duck!”.

MC is panicked, suddenly pulling her hands over her face to cover but the blow never hits as she froze the magical creature when she moved her hands.

“I’m sorry, sorry” MC repeats.

She accidentally freezes the ghosts when they are materialized but they phase through the ice.

She panics when fighting the first overblot monster, she would rather make herself an ice castle and live there even if the food and toilet would be problem but Dire sends her in that mission, saying that it will help her open up. Though she can swear that she heard him mutter “testing her abilities.”

After the first overblot fight, MC gains a new perspective of her powers, protecting instead of destroying.

MC asks if she can attend the classes online like she did in her world because she doesn’t want to be around people but her proposal is refused. Dire assures her that the teachers and the classes would help her to return home while learn about controlling her powers. She agrees, has to agree but she still prefers online learning. She hears that another person in the school wants it so she decides to meet him so they can maybe convince Dire for online classes. Idia agrees but neither were able to convince Dire.

MC gains confidence after learning about the magic, fighting overblots and gaining friends.

She doesn’t want to play Magift but she does for her friends. She freezes the ground of rival team in this case Savanaclaw and freezes them up to their hips but they need more as Savanaclaw has better physical abilities and more magic control.

She feels Riddle’s pain as she got subjected to a similar thing for a different reason.

MC also understands Malleus’ loneliness as she was also alone for another reason. Their nightly walk is precious to her and one of the things that helped her to open up.

When she feels confident enough, she signs up for the singing competition of NRC. She writes a song based on her life but adds victorian era royalty so it won’t be exact same as her story.

MC wears confined clothing and makes a small snow hill and a small scale snow storm on stage as a prop. She starts walking on the snow hill and starts singing. “Now they know...” She takes off her gloves. She makes a small ice bridge then an ice castle as she continues to sing then she changes her clothes with magic. “Cold never bothered me anyway,” She says, closing the castle door and leaving the stage.

She wins the competition much to Vil contempt. Now she got in his radar. On the other hand, Azul offers her a job, singing in Mostro Lounge which she accepts and forms a strange bond with Azul, Floyd and Jade.

MC says “Glaciers are rivers of ice” and gets a deadpan expression from Azul and Jade while Floyd laughs “Shrimpy isn’t making sense.” Meanwhile, Azul says “We have seen glaciers every year, they are not rivers of ice.” However, MC ignores them and adds “Water has memory so ice has memory too.” Azul just gives up at that point. He thinks she is using Jade’s mushrooms.

Before she gained self confidence and interacted people more, she wasn’t able to handle Kalim but the new her enjoys spending time with him. She teaches him snow games such as snow ball, ice skating, sliding on the ice...

Leona didn’t care for MC as long as she didn’t use her powers. Cold and he don’t get along. After she gained confidence, she started to play with ice and snow more and dropping the temperature of some places, much to his dread.

MC gets comfortable with herself one day and she feels the calling of the woods. So she follows that calling.

MC starts living in the forest of NRC instead of Ramshackle despite leaving Grim all alone there, though there are ghosts. She found herself in the woods

Now Azul is certain that she consumes Jade’s strange mushrooms.

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roselarkiin · 3 years

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Brettsey + 2

So... this one didn't really turn out all that fluffy, but I hope it's okay!

#2 "The thought of losing you scares me."

In hindsight, running into a burning building without turnout gear or back up probably isn't the best idea she's ever had.

But she honestly doesn't see how she had any other choice.

Sylvie and Violet have just dropped their patient off at Med. Nothing crazy - a kid with an ulna fracture. A damn near routine call considering some of the things they see.

They're driving down 14th Street, on their way back to the firehouse, when they notice the smoke billowing out of the apartment building ahead of them.

Eyes fill with alarm as Sylvie slows the ambo to a stop. It's dark, and it's late, and there aren't any people around. Which in this situation is strange.

Sylvie can't make out the telltale sound of sirens approaching. There aren't any residents milling around the evacuation point either, like she would expect with a fire already this involved.

It's all so disconcerting.

Sylvie unbuckles her seatbelt, steps out of the ambulance, instructs Violet to radio main and find out which companies are on their way, see if they require sixty-one to stay on the scene.

She steps toward the building. The fire is at the other end of the complex, but the heat coming off the structure is almost unbearable.

There's smoke escaping from a few second story windows, and she can make out the flickering of orange flames from further inside the apartment.

Violet approaches at a jog, and Sylvie turns to face her partner expectantly.

"They weren't aware of a fire at this location," Violet says, the corners of her mouth turn down into a frown at the sight of the building. "They're assigning someone now."

Sylvie nods. Her brow creases, and she furrows her bottom lip into her mouth.

There's something really wrong with this scene. There should be alarms going off, alerting everyone to the danger.

She's seen her fair share of apartment fires in her time on the job, and it's usually chaos. All noise and people everywhere. This is the exact opposite. Eerily quiet with no one about.

These apartments aren't deserted. Surely someone should have made it out by now.

It could be another five, ten minutes before help arrives on the scene. She knows from experience just how much every second counts in a situation like this.

She can't just stand idly by, waiting for someone to arrive. She needs to get as many people out as she can.

"Violet," Sylvie starts and turns her head to look at her partner. "I'm not going to ask you to-"

As if she can sense what Sylvie is about to say, Violet cuts her off. "No way," she says, with an adamant shake of her head. "I'm not letting you go in there alone!"

There's a look of determination on the younger paramedic's face. One that tells Sylvie there's nothing she can say to change Violet's mind.

So she doesn't bother to try.

They enter the building, using their sleeves to cover their face as best they can.

Violet follows her orders, realizes they don't have time to argue, and goes down the hallway Sylvie tells her to. The one with less smoke. Away from the fire.

Sylvie might not be able to stop Violet from following her into the building, but she's damn well going to do everything in her power to keep her partner out of harm's way.

The hallways are dark and filled with smoke. Sylvie can barely make anything out or get her bearings.

She manages to find a door, bangs her fist against it until someone answers. It's easier after that.

Knock on the door until she wakes whoever's in the apartment, follow the wall along to the next door, and repeat.

Most can get themselves out of the building. The ones that can't, family members or neighbors are happy to escort them. It helps, means she can get to more people faster, without having to run up and down and out again and again.

By her estimation, she's able to clear about half the floor before she needs to get out. Before the cough and the ache in her chest becomes too much to bear.

She follows the last family down the stairs, meets up with Violet on her way out. They exit the building together and cough and sputter as they gasp for air.

She's hunched over, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath.

"Brett!" She recognizes the voice instantly, stiffens as Matt grabs her shoulders. Her eyes are closed. She can't see him, but she can hear the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine," she rasps, her voice hoarse. Tries to reassure him. She doesn't need to see him to know it hasn't worked. She coughs again.

She tries to brush him off. He should be running the initial search. Not here with her.

She's fine, really. Tries to tell him again, but she can't get the words out. Her throat burns.

An open water bottle is shoved into her hands. From Gallo, she thinks. He's an angel.

She takes a few mouthfuls, swishes the water around in her mouth, spits it onto the ground before gulping the rest of the water down. Another full bottle quickly replaces the empty one.

"Are you insane?" Matt shouts. The concern turns to anger. His hands on her shoulders tighten, shakes her a little. "What the hell were you thinking, Sylvie? Why would you do something so incredibly stupid? You could have got yourself killed!"

The relief she felt, having Matt there when she exited the building, is replaced with irritation. And she gets it. He's afraid. She scared him; she understands that. But there's no reason for him to be so patronizing.

She probably understands more about what he's feeling right now than he does.

Because the emotions he experiences in this moment are exactly what she goes through every time she stands on the sidelines while she watches him run headlong into a burning building.

Whatever he's feeling, though, she is not some child to be scolded, and she doesn't appreciate him yelling at her like she is.

She knows her limits. She would never push herself past what she knows herself to be capable of.

She's vaguely aware of the orders he barks to the other members of eighty-one, but he makes no move to leave her side.

In any other situation, she might find it sweet, but in any other situation, he'd be leading his team in the search. Not standing here with her.

His grip softens on her arm, moves to her back. It does nothing to comfort her. In fact, it just makes her feel worse. Like she's being suffocated. Though that might be the smoke inhalation.

Her eyes narrow at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. She's furious with him. For talking down to her the way he did, in front of their friends and colleagues. For treating her like she's some child he's been tasked to deal with and not his girlfriend. His equal.

It's embarrassing.

She doesn't yell back at him, as much as she may want to. She doesn't have the energy for that. Even if she did, she doesn't think her throat could handle it. And this is not the right place for this conversation.

Instead, she looks at him, head cocked slightly to the side, a small, sad smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You know, if this had been anyone else, you would not have spoken to them the way you just spoke to me," she says, with as much force as she can muster. It's not a lot, but it's surprisingly more than she thought possible at this moment. "You would have been singing their praises. Commending them for helping so many people, a job well done."

"Sylvie-"

"Go. There are still people inside. You have a job to do, Casey."

He looks confused for a split second before composing himself. She doesn't have a chance to dwell on it. She's pulled away to be looked at by the medics from ambulance ninety.

Suddenly, everything shifts back to the way it always is. Sylvie, at the ambo, watching Matt anxiously, as he runs into a burning building.

... ... ...

One of these days, Matt thinks, Sylvie Brett is going to be the death of him.

Maybe he'd lost it a little back at the scene. Spoke to her in a way that he shouldn't.

When they'd arrived and found sixty-one already on scene, he didn't think too much of it. It wasn't all that uncommon for the ambo to beat them to the scene, especially when coming straight from another call.

But when they exited the truck and neither Sylvie nor Violet were anywhere to be seen, a resident informed them the paramedics in question were inside, helping to evacuate everyone.

Sylvie was inside the burning building.

He'd just been about to run in after her when she exited the building, coughing and sputtering, covered head to toe in black soot.

All the blood rushed from his face, and his heart pounded in his chest so hard he felt it might explode.

He saw nothing but her, rushed straight to her, not entirely in control of his actions. He'd shouted at her, and he shouldn't have.

She'd looked at him with hurt in her eyes and calmly told him that if it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have spoken to them that way.

He thinks that look hurt more than if she had just yelled back. Because he knows she's right. Fucking, of course, she is. She's always been able to see right through him.

Seeing her standing there, covered in ash, terrified him. He could have lost her.

He'd flashed back to a time years ago, the only other time he's seen her like that. The Arnow fire. Where they'd lost Otis. Where he'd almost lost her. Had lost her, for a time, though only temporarily.

Then she was dragged away, and he had a job to do. He needed to focus. His people could get hurt if the task at hand didn't have his total concentration.

He thinks Sylvie's been avoiding him - he doesn't blame her because the next time he sees her, it's almost the end of shift. Eighty-one had two more calls after the apartment fire. Sixty-one had five.

Sylvie and Violet refused to take Sixty-one out of service. And he had to bite his tongue. As hard as it was.

They always just seemed to be passing each other. Never in the same place at the same time. As if some invisible force was working to keep them apart. It's killing him.

He finds her by their lockers. Her shoulders tense when she senses his presence. Imperceptible to anyone else. But not to him. Never to him.

He's explored and learned every inch of her body these last three months. Even the slightest change does not go unnoticed.

He steps further into the locker room. By some miracle, they're alone.

"I'm sorry," he says, quiet and all sincere. It never should have taken him this long to say the words. This is their first fight. If he can even call it that.

He'd been an ass. He knows he's going to have to grovel to make it right again.

He sees her shoulders shift, relax slightly as the tension ebbs away. Sylvie turns, leans against the open door of her locker to look at him. She gives him that same sad smile again. Not unlike the look she gave him last night. His chest aches.

"I'm sorry," she says as well, and she means it. From the way she says it, he knows she's not apologizing for running into a burning building. No, he gives her a soft smile, she'll never apologize for that. He doesn't expect her to either. Instead, she's apologizing for the scare she gave him.

He closes the distance between them, reaches out, and pulls her to him. She lets him, allows herself to melt into him. Her head rests against his shoulder, her arms wrap around his waist.

He's got one hand on her back, pulls her as close as physically possible. The other weaves into her hair, twists the blonde locks between his fingers.

They stand there, alone, not saying anything, holding each other tight. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against his as she breathes is a reminder that she's here and she's safe; nothing happened to her. It comforts him.

Sylvie is the first to break the silence. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you it won't ever happen again," she murmurs against his chest.

He huffs, lets out a quiet chuckle, strokes his hand through her hair again. "I know."

Selfishly, he'd love for her to tell him that. But given the chance, he knows she wouldn't change anything that happened on the call. And if it came down to it, she'd do it all over again, without giving it a second thought.

He's watched her do this job for years. She's always given so much of herself over to the job. He's always admired that about her. He wouldn't want that to change just because of him.

"It's just," he breathes, lips pressed into her hair, "the thought of losing you scares me." His voice is rough, shakier than he intends it to be.

Sylvie leans back to look him in the eye. Moving her hand up his side to his face, she caresses his cheek. He leans into her hand, closes his eyes.

"I know," she tells him. "Because that's exactly how I feel every time I have to watch you run into a fire."

"Sylvie, that's-"

"Don't." She cuts him off with a sharp shake of her head. "Don't say it's different. It's not. At least it doesn't feel like it is."

He stops, clamps his mouth shut. He's been on the job for so long now that it's really just become routine at this point. Stupidly, he's never really thought about it from Sylvie's perspective. That she might feel the same terror he did.

He takes her face between his hands, kisses her forehead, cheeks, peppers kisses everywhere until she laughs and smiles back at him. Then he stops, looks around the locker room, checking they're still alone, and captures her lips with his.

He wouldn't normally do this, not so out in the open at least. They try to keep their relationship strictly professional while they're in the common areas of the firehouse. But after the shift they've just had, he doesn't give a shit who sees.

Sylvie smiles, breathes a contented sigh against his lips, relaxes further into him. She breaks the kiss a second later.

"You're a bit needy, you know that," she says, with a teasing lilt, tries to break the tension.

It works. He laughs. A loud, genuine belly laugh. The first in hours. He plants another kiss against her lips, pulls her back against him.

"Can you blame me?"

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #prompt fill #finally had the time and motivation to finish this #my inability to write a drabble is showing again!#tried something different with the style for this one #don't know if it worked or not 😬

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 2

First

Interdimensional travel? Awful. Don’t try it at home. It’s a lot like how one would imagine getting sucked up a straw: you get squished and pulled until you come out the other side a goopy mess.

Speaking of goopy messes: Tim keeled over and threw up.

He ignored the yelling right next to him because, honestly, he couldn’t even bring himself to look up at the moment. The bright light of this world -- apparently it was daytime here, ew -- hurt his eyes even through his sunglasses and he really didn’t want to move from where he had curled up in what seemed to be grass.

But, eventually, he did. He pushed himself up onto his knees and squinted over at her.

Ladybug had detransformed at some point and was now wearing an old t-shirt and some sweats… and she was apparently fighting off a baby. Damian kicked, screamed, and wiggled in her hold as she tried her hardest to trap him in the blanket again.

“... how are you losing to a baby?”

She sent a glare at him and then mumbled a curse as a tiny fist connected with her face and Damian wriggled away from her.

“Let me think about that, Red. What could go wrong if I, a meta used to fighting other metas, tried to use force against a human child?”

Okay, yeah. It was probably for the best that she hadn’t tried anything.

Oddly enough, when Tim walked over and replaced Marinette, Damian started behaving immediately.

He frowned, tipping his head to the side confusedly. He picked up his younger brother and stood up. “Why’d he start freaking out?”

She did the exact opposite of standing up, opting to spread out in the grass and glare at the sky. “I don’t know. He just started freaking out when I tried to put the watch around his neck.”

“Weird,” he mumbled.

“Yeah.”

He took the time to look around properly for once. They were in a park but it must have been a weekday because there was hardly anyone around. The only people that had paid them any mind were a group of teenagers -- probably ditching, he thought -- that were staring at them with wide eyes.

Tim glanced at a street sign to make sure the common language was English before sending them a glare. “It’s rude to stare, y’know.”

The teenagers quickly looked down at their phones. Tim knew better than to believe that they were actually paying attention, they had the same posture that a lot of lookouts did, but whatever. No one would believe them, anyways.

He gave her a few more minutes before he adjusted his hold on Damian and offered a hand up.

Ladybug took it with a faint smile and he pulled her to her feet. She grabbed their discarded suitcase and they started walking aimlessly.

“Okay, we’re here… but we still need a cover.”

“Um… you’re the one that’s good at hacking, right?”

He nodded. Damian reached a hand out of the blanket and began touching his hair. He was too busy wondering what to do to really mind.

“Great. How about… we’re the kid’s siblings?”

“We can pass as his parents. I mean, it’d be a teen pregnancy but it wouldn’t be bad,” said Tim. “We still had him at eighteen-ish.”

She shook her head. “He’s darker than both of us, it wouldn’t make sense. Maybe I had him with some… darker guy and now you’re my boyfriend? No, that feels racist for some reason. I’m his half-sister, our parents died, and you’re my boyfriend.”

Tim frowned. “Why am I always the boyfriend? He’s my brother.”

“Well, frankly, you look nothing like him. He and I, at least, have similar noses.”

He scowled. It made sense but it still annoyed him. “Fine. I’m your husband, though. I want to have at least some rights.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure. Guess that’s good for tax benefits, too. Better get me a cute ring.”

“Okay, but the diamond is going to be fake.”

“Cheapskate.”

“Cheskae,” Damian said, yanking Tim’s hair like the little shit he was.

“See, he agrees,” Ladybug said with a victorious grin.

They went up to a hotel (Red Robin had tried to talk her into a five-star one but she managed to bring it down to a two-star when showing him the cost) and tried to reserve a room.

“May I have a name for the reservation?” The nice lady at the front counter said, smiling at them.

Red Robin glanced up from where he was awkwardly bouncing with the baby in his arms to shoot her A Look. It was unfortunate that she had no clue what the look meant. She considered the question for a moment before eventually saying:

“Dupain-Cheng.”

Red Robin relaxed a little so she was pretty sure she had gotten it right.

She hesitantly took the baby from him -- the kid had apparently forgotten about his earlier freakout because he was just as weirdly still as he had been back in Gotham -- so he could pay.

The moment they got into the hotel room she fell back in the bed. The baby squirmed a little on her stomach to get comfortable before joining her in her laziness.

Red Robin sighed and sat next to them, resting his head in his hands. “Okay. We’re going to need supplies for him. Do you want to do a supply run or should I?”

She shrugged a little, much to the baby’s dismay. Have you ever had a baby babble angrily at you? It’s very cute.

“You’re so helpful. Thanks, Ladybug.”

“No problem,” she said as if she couldn’t hear the blatant sarcasm in his tone. Then she pushed herself up to squint at him, the baby sliding down to her lap smoothly. “Wait, are we still going to be using codenames?”

He frowned. “Obviously.”

“... for fifteen years?”

“Obviously.”

She rolled her eyes. “Great, so when we take the kid back we’re going to explain to him that, on top of all the adjustment of moving to a different dimension, he needs to now use a different name for you, and messing up isn’t an option. Also, I feel like people are going to question two random people called ‘Red Robin’ and ‘Ladybug’ at some point.”

Red Robin frowned, clearly thinking hard, and then nodded slightly. He removed his glasses and looked at her with an awkward smile. “This is Damian, I’m Tim.”

She raised her eyebrows because he was looking at her expectantly and she really didn’t know what he wanted from her. “Uh… am I supposed to know you?”

“I mean… kinda?”

She squinted at him for a while before shrugging. “That one guy? Timothy --.”

“Yep!”

“-- Chalamet?”

He looked oddly hurt now. “You think I look like Timothy Chalamet?”

“I mean you both have the same sickly Victorian boy look about you.”

“... for the sake of our fake marriage I’m going to pretend that you didn’t say that. I’m Tim Drake.” She still didn’t show any hint of recognition (probably because she didn’t recognize him) so he groaned and motioned to Damian. “This is Damian Wayne.”

“Wayne? Like Waynetech?”

“There you go,” he said.

She grinned at him. “It’s not my fault you made me guess.”

He huffed a little. “Alright, fine, then who are you, then?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“... who’s that?”

“A nobody. Like secret identities should be,” she said, giving him a smug look.

He rolled his eyes. “I feel like this is going to be a long fifteen years.”

“Shouldn’t have dragged me into your mess, now you gotta deal with the consequences.”

He stuck his tongue out at her. She returned it. So did the baby.

It was decided that Marinette should be the one to go on a supply run since Tim needed to start making identities for them.

… it would be a lot easier if there wasn’t a baby crawling all over him. She’d better get a crib while she was out because he didn’t know if he could deal with a baby smashing the keys for much longer.

“Dami -- no, stop, I -- I swear to god -- you’re a baby okay I can literally just drop you and you would -- please stop --,” Tim cut off his irritated rambling when Damian nearly got them on a good few government watchlists by smashing the keys at the wrong time.

Fed up, he grabbed the kid and set him on the ground. It’ll probably be fine. He only needed to do a few quick things, anyways.

He was shocked to find that there was a version of him in this world. The idea of a Tim who didn’t do vigilante-work was foreign to him. He had apparently stayed with his parents and was now working towards a business degree. This dimension’s Tim wasn’t nearly as famous as he was and the three of them had landed in Texas so it was unlikely that he would be recognized but he would prefer not using the name if he didn’t have to. Just to be safe.

Damian didn’t exist, as far as he could tell, but Bruce Wayne did and he was still famous so it wouldn’t be a good idea to use his last name either.

There was a version of Marinette, too, but she was currently in France helping her parents run their bakery. Very little chance of her getting recognized.

So, he decided to use her last name for all of them. Quick and easy. He’d have to tell her that he changed her birthplace to New Jersey when she got back to the hotel but he doubted she’d have much of a problem with that.

… oh. His phone was ringing. Apparently he could tell her now.

He picked up and wedged it between his ear and his shoulder as he worked at finding them a few social security numbers to… ‘borrow’.

“Yeah?”

“How big is the baby?”

Tim blinked a few times. “... baby sized?”

“No. Like… what size diaper do you think he would use?”

He scoffed. “Do I look like I would know the diaper sizes?”

“Do I look like I do? Just… how old do you think he is?”

Tim looked over the edge of the bed to where Damian was currently shaking Kaalki like she was a maraca. Kaalki, for her part, only looked vaguely annoyed as she bounced around in his tiny baby fists.

“I dunno. Like… a year-ish? Just buy one of everything we can see what fits.”

“Fucking hell I forgot you were rich. You said a year? I’m using that.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay -- OH SHIT DAMIAN NO!”

He tumbled out of bed and raced over to Damian before he could stick his finger in a socket. He didn’t really know if that was enough to get shocked but this was not the way to find out.

Damian was apparently very annoyed about him foiling his attempt at dying because he squirmed around in his grip and yelled incomprehensibly. Tim ignored the baby fists trying to knock his teeth out -- his teeth had faced far worse before -- and scooted across the ground to his phone.

“-- to god, Tim, what happened if you don’t answer I will run over there --.”

“It’s fine. Just get… you know the things that cover electrical sockets? Make sure to get some of those,” he said, tipping his head back to rest against the bed so he could kind of relax despite the ball of anger in his arms.

Marinette groaned. “Fuck, you can’t just scare me like that.”

“Yeah, you were the one that suffered the most during that.”

She scoffed but he swore he could hear a tiny laugh hidden under her mumbled ‘shut up’.

He smiled a little.

She didn’t hang up, probably expecting to ask him something else soon, so he listened in idly as he tried to calm Damian down enough to start working again.

She mumbled to herself while she looked for things. Some of the speech was normal but most of it was pretty much as incomprehensible as Damian’s babbling (admittedly, it probably didn’t help that he was only half paying attention).

“... tty trai… now?... oh... alright… oh, great, does she work here?” She murmured to herself. Then, louder: “Hey, lady --!”

“We’re in Texas,” he reminded her. “People are expected to be more polite down here.”

He was too late. Someone started yelling on Marinette’s end and, if the tiny sigh of annoyance was anything to go off of, it wasn’t her.

The yelling lasted approximately five minutes before someone intervened.

He heard her speak in rapid Spanish to the employee and, to his surprise, he could actually understand every word of them talking shit about the lady who had screamed at her. He didn’t know what to think of this outside of pulling the phone away from his mouth so he could try and roll an r. He was delighted to find that he had gained that ability as well. He continued rolling his tongue.

Damian stopped his squirming and gave Tim a confused look… and then he started to giggle. He twisted around in Tim’s lap and started trying to mimic the sound.

He tried to hide his smile as the two of them kept making r sounds at each other. He didn’t think he’d succeeded at keeping his face relatively neutral, but he didn’t really mind.

~~~~~

@nathleigh @peachmuses @unoriginalmess

#made a complex story with distinct arcs and heist vibes #and then released a story about two idiots raising a kid #and somehow i was surprised that people liked the second one better #i know im good at fluff its just really draining to do it all the time #but i rely so much on feedback at this point for serotonin that now I'm doing both #idk what ill do when school starts up tbh #into the unknown #maribat #timari #timmari #timinette #shutterbug #ladybug #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng

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sylvies-chen · 3 years

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Can you do 5+6 for brettsey?

5. "You're safe now" + 6. "No one's going to hurt you."

Sylvie's not weak. She's strong. She's a fighter.

That's what Matt keeps reminding himself of as Stella drives through the intersections, sirens blaring.

They’d heard the call for a 10-1 coming from Sylvie exactly seven minutes ago. He's been counting. They'd heard it all, from the scuffling of footsteps to Violet’s voice arguing with another in the background. The call, however, was short-lived and Sylvie’s calls for help were cut short when the line went dead.

The line went dead. And in their world, that’s never a good sign.

They’d taken a call at some old warehouse that’s undergoing construction. When 81 finally pulls up on the scene, however, there’s no one there. No construction crew, no contractors, nobody. All they see is the ambo with doors swung open, not a paramedic in sight. It’s not like Sylvie— or Violet for that matter— to leave the doors open like that, to leave supplies vulnerable and ready for the taking. It makes Matt’s stomach churn, and he finds it increasingly hard to be a Captain right now instead of Sylvie’s boyfriend.

But she’s strong. She won’t give up without a fight.

Casey strides through the front doors of the warehouse, Gallo, Stella, and Mouch trailing behind him and struggling to keep up. His eyes frantically survey the rooms before them. Everything in the building is grimy and unfinished and smells like sawdust. It’s cold. He hates that. Sylvie's warm in every sense of the word, this is no place for her to... to... well, he doesn't want to think about what could have happened here.

There aren’t any more gunshots— at least not ones they can hear, the warehouse only has two levels, thankfully, so they make haste and clear the first floor quickly as CPD’s squad car sirens wail in the distance. They probably received the call too, he thinks.

“Fire department, call out,” Mouch shouts aimlessly, hoping for a response. It’s dead silent.

“Brett, Violet,” Stella yells, checking the last room. “Call out if you can hear us.”

Still nothing.

Matt’s heart feels like it’s drowning in that dreaded silence.

“We’re up here!” Suddenly, they hear a voice coming from the second floor— one he instantly recognizes as Sylvie’s. She sounds panicked, and he immediately darts towards the staircase across the room.

Then, the single, harrowing gunshot goes off.

He doesn’t know what to think. He’s two steps up the staircase when the loud shot echoes throughout the warehouse, bouncing off the tinny walls and reverberating in his chest. It makes him stop dead in his tracks. In that moment, he swears he died a little and he knows then that he’s not being a Captain anymore. Because screw that. This is the woman he loves. He just needs to make sure she’s okay.

He’s only paralyzed with fear for a brief moment though until he turns around to see Stella staring at him, wide-eyed with worry. Then, everything snaps back into place. He bounds up the stairs, skipping a couple of steps with each stride, and moves into the first room. Gallo, Mouch, and Kidd all follow as quickly as they can, their boots thudding against the concrete. There, they finally set their eyes on the scene before them.

Sylvie’s there, and so is Violet. There’s a man next to Violet, lying on the floor and bleeding out as Violet keeps the pressure on his wound. Sylvie’s standing a few feet in front of Violet, holding the gun at her side as her hands tremble and she lets out a relieved sigh.

She’s alive. She looks sweaty and panic stricken, but she’s alive.

Matt turns to the man he hears grumble in the opposite corner of the room and half expects him to be bleeding. Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if Sylvie had shot someone in self-defence— and he certainly wouldn’t blame her. He can picture a struggle that somehow led to her taking this guy’s gun and… he doesn’t know. He’s still trying to process the whole scene himself; he’s barely past the pure relief that Sylvie is alright. But he turns as Gallo moves to check on Violet and the victim she’s tending to, and sees that the guy in the opposite corner isn’t injured at all. His hands are raised and he eyes Sylvie nervously. It confuses Matt but he snaps back to Sylvie quickly and runs over to her. To hell with the other guy. Stella and Mouch can take care of him— or CPD, now that the cops are flooding into the room. For now, Sylvie is his priority.

For now and for forever.

“Sylvie,” he exhales, his hands flying to her face as soon as he reaches her and brushing her hair out of her face. The temptation to pull her into his embrace and never let go is tempting but he resists it. For the moment, at least. “What happened?”

“I… I…” Sylvie sputters, her eyes darting between nothing frantically. “He had the gun to my head.”

“What?”

“He had the gun to my head and it- it just… didn’t go off,” she explains, still in shock. She’s shaking, her gaze is hollow, and her muscles tense.

“We came in and this guy had already been shot— the charming guy with the gun over there said something about trespassing on the warehouse property,” Violet explains from behind her, still in shock herself as she keeps pressure on the wound. It’s the first time Matt realize that Gallo’s gone, and then remembers hearing Violet ordering him to get the stretcher at one point. “We… we thought we were both dead. He was in some kind of fit of anger and then- then he just pointed the gun at us.”

“But the gunshot—”

“He shot at the wall to try and scare us,” Sylvie tells him. “I risked responding to you guys and he shot at us that time. That’s when the gun jammed. When I realized it did, I just tried as hard as I could to yank it out of his hand and hoped for the best. I… oh God, I can’t believe he— that I… I mean I almost…”

Matt brows arch inwards, his heart aching for Sylvie. He knows better than anyone how scary that kind of situation can be. He’s been through the exact same thing and he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But she’d been there for him then so he’s here for her now, without a flash of hesitation.

“Hey, you did good,” he assures her. “You did so good, baby. You’re strong, you know that, right?”

He says it because it’s true. She’s alive, she’s okay. And that’s her own doing, because of her own strength. Not his.

She nods absentmindedly, too distracted by everything going on around her. CPD is rounding up the warehouse worker, Kidd and Mouch are helping Gallo move the victim out on a headboard while Violet wipes at her sweaty brow and sits back against the wall, just as panicked as Sylvie. Everything is dying down, people are busy doing their jobs or distracted.

When she looks around and realizes this, she looks back up at Matt. His hands move to rub gentle circles on her arms and pulls her in for a hug. And then, as if brought on by his embrace alone, the damn just sort of… breaks.

First, her muscles relax under his arms. She exhales heavily, tears finally streaming down her cheeks. He knows this because her face is buried so deep into the crook of his neck that he can feel her tears dampen his white shirt. The strength she’d needed to get through something like that, the adrenaline, the shock. It all wears off as soon as she’s met with the familiar embrace. It serves as a reminder that here, with him, she’s always allowed to be vulnerable.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers. “You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you.”

He knows that she knows it. But he repeats it anyway until she believes it and, maybe, until he himself believes it.

#because sylvie brett does not have guns pointed at her often enough!! *inserts sarcastic thumbs up*#abby writes #fanfic prompts #prompt requests #brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett

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usedtobe-angstyoikawa · 3 years

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Found you

Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Summary: you fell in love with him at the wrong time, slight enemies to lovers trope

Warnings: angst (disappointed but not surprised)

Word count: 1909

a/n: sorry I’m a sucker for pain and I’ve been CRAVING unrequited-love-kinda-heartbreak for the past week so yeah sorry again. Also I just finished reading the song of Achilles and didn’t cry so I NEED this

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You first thought he was an asshole. Always wanting to be the center of attention, being the teacher’s pet but talking shit about them as soon as they turned around to continue with the lesson. He was the typical perfect boy who everyone loved, so sweet, so polite, so talented. Or so they thought.

You changed school during your third year of high school and started going to the same one as your childhood friend, Aoba Jōsai High. Kyōtani (aka mad dog) wanted to join the volleyball team but didn’t want to go alone ‘cause he knew he’d screw it up and go back to training by himself. So, you offered yourself to go with him and apply for the manager position. Boy was that the worst choice you’d ever made. Not only did you have to spend lots of time (worth of studying) in that stupid gym but you also had to deal with their self centered captain. The first thing he said to you was “hey cutie where’s my hug at” (a/n: I’m so sorry but he would) you wanted so badly to punch him in the face, but you knew better so you just rolled your eyes and ignored him.

He kept flirting with you every now and then but he grew tired of your indifference pretty quick and started behaving like the spoiled child he was. He’d argue with you during practice over some stupid shit or blame you for having given him really cold water to drink during the last match on purpose just to make his throat sore and sabotage his performance. You were petty and didn’t let him off with this behavior so easily, you’d point out every wrong answer he gave during class just to piss him off or boo him every time he’d miss a serve.

The team seemed to find your relationship with Tooru entertaining. They’d make bets without the two of you knowing, wondering who’d win the next argument or how long it would take you to punch their captain in the face.

After a few months as the team manager you grew closer to the boys and started to listen to their personal problems, giving them the best advice you could think of in order to help them out. They became your friends. Even Oikawa came to you every once in a while to ask for your opinion on some ugly outfit he was thinking of wearing to some party, only to then clarify that he was asking you so he’d do the opposite of what you’d said.

Eventually the bickering ceased and you two started to get along, greeting each other when you crossed in the hallways and making small talk when you were the only ones left in the gym. That last one happened very often. Oikawa was known not only for his good looks and popularity but also for his hard work and volleyball skills. You’d seen him staying at the gym practicing until god knows what hours of the night, Iwaizumi always being the one trying to get him to stop but failing.

One night it was just the three of you, you were about to leave when the two boys started screaming at each other. You’d seen this exact same scene before, Iwa begging him to stop and Tooru yelling at him for not being a good friend and support him. But this time it was different, Iwa was tired of this and didn’t know how to help his stubborn best friend so he exploded.

“ You are a stupid, selfish asshole ” were the words that left the boy’s mouth “ You’re so blinded by your goals that you don’t realize how bad the people who love you are suffering. All because of you and your stupid need for perfection. And I’m tired of this shit”

After that he left the gym and headed home, leaving you alone with Oikawa. The boy seemed to ignore your presence as well as his friend’s words and continued with his practice. He served over and over again, running out of breath with every hit. You didn’t really understand what the big deal was, why he would overwork himself or why Iwa was so mad at him.

“Hey, shittykawa ” you called, expecting him to ignore you. He turned around, volley ball in hand and nodded his head at you.

“What? You gonna yell at me too?”

“No, actually I just wanted to ask you what is going on. I’m still new to this whole manager thing but I’m pretty sure part of my work is to make sure you guys’ heads are working all right, and yours seems to be a bit fucked up ” it wasn’t until the words left your mouth that you realized what you had said. You looked up at him and waited for the argument to start. Again, you were surprised.

“I know, I can act like an idiot when I’m hating myself” his answer was meant to be sarcastic but his face said otherwise.

That day something changed between you two. You sat in the middle of the court and Oikawa opened up to you. He told you about his dreams and goals and how close he had gotten to achieving them, only to have them snatched away because of some mistake he had made. Kyōtani had told you about the match against this Karasuno team and how the lost had affected them, but you felt there was something he wasn’t telling you. Now you understood. Oikawa blamed himself for it. And that wasn’t all, he also talked about the amount of stress and pressure he had put himself under and how tired he was of giving it all only to be beaten by more talented people. You watched him cry and throw balls at the wall, screaming about some first year student who was a better setter than him even though he had worked ten times harder. He was mad, furious but also exhausted. You didn’t really know what to say so all you did was listen to him. Once he had calmed down he apologized for his behavior and walked you home.

That night you couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t expected to see that side of him, you hadn’t even considered that maybe that annoying egotistical self was just his shield, a mask. Ever since that night you started being nicer to him, asking him how his day was going, if he had drank enough water, etc. You were becoming friends.

It wasn’t long until Oikawa’s fans started rumors about the two of you being a couple, the team would make fun of him but he’d just brush it off and deny it. He was Oikawa Tooru, the great king, he couldn’t date someone like you. That’s the lies he’d tell himself but the truth was that he had found a good friend in you and was scared to loose that.

Late night talks in the gym became a regular, he’d always walk you home after practice (along with mad dog ‘cause he was your neighbor) and every now and then you’d have lunch with him. At first it felt nice, you liked being friends with Tooru and being able to help him out with his problems, letting down his walls and showing you his true self. It was close to the end of school that you started to feel weird around him. Suddenly the gym seemed a bit smaller than it used to be, the air felt a little dense too specially after watching Oikawa train intensely, sweat running down his neck. It’d get harder to swallow and talking to him without going blank was a challenge, something was wrong with you but you couldn’t tell what.

You didn’t tell mad dog about it, knowing he wouldn’t really have an answer to give you, so you kept it to yourself and waited for it to go away. It didn’t. You started to think about him on a regular basis, wondering what it’d feel like to hold his hand in yours or to cup his face and give him a soft pe- wait what, oh shit. Could it be? Could you be in love with Tooru?

One night, while he was walking you home after practice you decided to put your feelings to the test. Without really thinking much about it you got your hand out of your pocket and grabbed his hand. It felt cold, harsh, it wasn’t soft at all like you had imagined but you still liked holding it.

“ What are you doing?” you looked up at him with a boring expression on your face, his cheeks were... red?

“ I’m holding your hand” god you were stupid.

“Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

“ I don’t know it just... looked cold, I’ve heard you have cold hands and so I thought I’d help you out” it sounded like a better excuse in your head.

“ Oh, eh okay, thanks I guess?” He gave you a small smile and squeezed your hand, holding it tight until you reached your home.

After that incident you decided you were definitely in love with him. That same night Oikawa realized his feelings towards you were purely platonic, he loved having a friend outside of the volleyball team who could see him for who he really was and would not be afraid to judge him, you cared about him and weren’t afraid to show it. He remembered the words you’d said to him that night at the gym after his fight with Iwa.

“You’re lucky to have someone who cares so much about you, I can really tell he loves you. I know you probably can’t see it right now, but all those things he said he only did cause he’s worried you’re gonna get yourself hurt. He loves you”

He loves you.

The graduation day came and you all cried, laughed and hugged each other. You had planned to confess your feelings to Tooru once the ceremony was over, but before you could get a change it all went to shit. It’s like it all happened in slow motion, him grabbing your hands and pulling you into his arms, making you feel so warm inside.

“ Thank you for giving me a second chance, you’re such a good friend” Ouch. “ I need your advice once more, please?” He looked at you with his puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no. He took you away from the crowd of students and guided you through the halls, finally sitting on the steps of the stairs.

“Okay, so, what is it?” A part of you hoped this was a love confession, the other part knew that it wasn’t.

“ I’ve been thinking about what you said to me that night at the gym” he started “ The night I had a fight with Iwaizumi” his checks were turning red, he was playing with the rings on his fingers, and suddenly you understood. This was a love confession, except he wasn’t confessing to you.

“ You love him” Tooru looked up at you and smiled, you’d never seen him smile so bright.

“ I think I do, but I’m scared. He’s my best friend you know, there’s a lot at risk. I couldn’t bare to loose his friendship over some crush.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “But I’m sure this isn’t it, it’s not just a crush” Ou-“ I love him” -ch.

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#haikyuu!!#oikawa toru x reader #oikawa torū #fluff #oikawa angst #angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #oikawa x iwaizumi

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yanderecrazysie · 3 years

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Can you maybe do a Yandere Alphabet with Tendou please 👉👈🥺🥺

Of course I can!!! I'd be more than happy to! :D

Tendou Satori (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

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Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, murder, food/water deprivation

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it?

💖 Tendou would start with soft touches that could go unnoticed by you. Just one of those "touchy friend" types, right? An arm slung around your shoulder, pulling at your cheeks teasingly, hands over your eyes from behind saying "guess who?", and other harmless, playful things.

💖 These touches might start to escalate if you receive them well. A quick kiss on the cheek, a hug that lasts much longer than normal... suddenly it doesn't feel as "friendly" as it used to.

💖 When Tendou "takes you home", he'll see no reason to hold himself back with his affection. He's going to be fairly clingy, just warning you!

B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why?

🔪 Tendou seems to enjoy seeing the helpless look on people's faces, so he might enjoy murder. Since the sadistic pleasure comes from defeating his rivals, I think anyone that is a contender for your love is probably in mortal danger.

C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

💔 I don't think Tendou would really MOCK you, but he would be pretty smug about his victory. He wouldn't be able to stop gloating about his plan going perfectly.

💔 Tendou will treat you well, though. Don't think for a second that he'll be mean because this boy's a bit like an overexcited puppy when it comes to you.

D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

💭 Tendou is aware that you don't like him back (yet) but he doesn't think his thoughts or actions are abnormal. Possessive tendencies, dark thoughts, even murder... it's all because he loves you, so that's fine!

E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them?

💧 Tendou didn't have a great past and he doesn't really love thinking about how the other kids bullied him. I think he does have a bit of fear that you might judge him too, even if you've shown nothing but kindness towards him.

💧 Because of that insecurity, I think it would take a long time for Tendou to tell you about his past if you didn't know it. If you did know about it, he wouldn't want to talk about it. But why dwell on bad memories when he can make good new ones with you!

💧 Trust though? Tendou is a bit paranoid about you leaving him, so you're literally never going to be trusted near a potential escape. 50 years down the road and he's still not letting you within EYESIGHT of the padlocked door.

F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

👊 Tendou would probably find it hilarious if you tried to physically fight back. Do you HONESTLY think you're going to overpower him? I mean: he's big, strong, fast, and good at guessing your next move. Yeah, nice try.

👊 Like I said, he'd find it funny. It's a bit of a challenge, it's so cute to see that feisty side of you! To Tendou, it's kind of like a special little game you both play. You'll never really win anyways, so what's the worry?

G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

😔 Guilt? What's guilt? I don't think Tendou would feel that.

😔 Seriously though, even if you got hurt or were upset, I don't think Tendou would blame himself. He wouldn't blame you, of course, but it's just kinda... necessary, you know?

H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🔥 An angry Tendou is not a fun Tendou. Seriously, angering him isn't fun for you or him. He can be a cute, dorky little thing but he can be kinda scary when pissed.

I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

👩‍❤️‍👨 Tendou has a cute little future planned for you both. This boy's thought hard about what your wedding will be like, how many kids you both will have, etc. I don't think he'll really take your opinions into consideration, but maybe if you try hard enough you can convince him.

J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

💢 Tendou doesn't feel "jealousy" exactly. He can pick out rivals, yes, but he doesn't have any worry about them taking you away from him. They won't if he has anything to do with it.

💢 It's fine if you talk to others, though it'll irk him if you're really flirting with someone. He won't blame you for attracting admirers and he'll let you talk to them if you want. They just... aren't exactly... safe from him...

K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out?

🔒 Tendou would be quick to kidnap you BUT he's not stupid. If the risk of being caught is high, he's not going to rush. He'd find a good opportunity and have a plan for how to take advantage of it. He's pretty good at figuring out what you are going to do.

L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

💌 Tendou wouldn't mind being friend-zoned as a start. That way he can be close to you without you suspecting him of any ill intentions. And he can just pretend to be "that touchy friend" that likes to hang all over you.

💌 He'd probably be extra playful with you and seek you out so much that even his teammates can't help but notice. He'd ask you to go everywhere with him and trail after you when you go somewhere.

M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

🎭 I would say that Tendou can hide things pretty well. He sometimes conceals his true nature and how dark his thoughts are, but his teammates/friends/family CAN tell that he's acting strangely.

N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

🚓 I can't picture Tendou hurting you (or really any yandere, to be honest) but I can picture him being crueler with his punishments than the others.

🚓 Tendou might deprive you of food/water until you give in to what he wants or he might lock you up with very tight restraints. You'll come to learn that an angry Tendou isn't a fun Tendou to deal with.

O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust?

📜 I think that, as long as you're behaving, Tendou would let you roam pretty free around the house. I mean, that's not really saying much, considering you can't leave or anything.

P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

🕊️ I feel like Tendou wouldn't be very patient. Not so much "impatient" as he is just really excited. He CAN wait, he'd just prefer not to. I feel like he'd be playfully impatient too- pretending he can't wait another moment and dramatically faking relief when the wait is over.

🕊️ Tendou wants to give you the benefit of the doubt and he knows you need time to adjust. As long as you don't go TOO far, he will go super easy on you. He'll probably even do a "3 warnings" system or something.

Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

🏃‍♀️ If you die, Tendou will spend the rest of his life miserable and in mourning. I don't think he'd know what to do with himself- he lost his whole world when you left it.

🏃‍♀️ I do think there's a possibility for escape, just not a high one. If you do manage it, Tendou will hunt you down for as long as it takes. If it takes until the day you die, Tendou will keep searching.

R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

👿 Tendou's anger ranges from peeved "tch"es to bared-teeth yelling. In any case, it'll be hard to calm him down, unless it's not aimed at you. If he's having a bad day or angry about something not related to you, wrapping your arms around him or climbing into his lap will immediately soothe him.

👿 If you're the one that caused his anger, however, you're in big trouble. Your only options are to wait it out or hide. If you hide, you stay safe but he'll stay angry for longer. Weigh the pros and cons.

S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling?

💍 You either defended him from bullies or were kind to him, never seeing him as a "monster" like the others. Your refusal to be cruel to him immediately caught his eye, since most people give him a LOT of distance.

💍 Tendou just ADORES how you don't flinch when he approaches you, that you don't stare uncomfortably at his face, or that you don't make fun of his mannerisms. You don't seem to approve of his fairly-cruel (and frankly disturbing) songs and attitudes about others, but you don't treat him any different because of it.

💍 You never had to treat him special, in fact, that's the exact opposite. You treated him NORMALLY. And, because of that, he got the chance to get to know you. Aren't you so glad?

T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

😭 It depends on the situation. I think, if it was something you were really sad about, Tendou would try to cheer you up. He'd do his best to turn that frown upside down because your smile is so much prettier!

😭 However, if it's because of his punishment/anger or you're crying about "wanting to go home", he might be a little more sadistic about it. I can see him doing silly little teasing gestures (tilting his head strangely, innocently wondering aloud why you're so sad).

U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Tendou isn't... normal. Like, even canon non-Yandere Tendou is kinda... strange. Because of this, no matter how disturbing and yandere he acts, no one else will realize just how serious his oddities are this time.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 As long as Ushijima doesn't tell, the miracle boy can come hang out with you two. Tendou secretly kinda wants to show you off a bit. Won't Wakatoshi be so happy for him?

🧳 Semi Semi doesn't get to visit you. Sorry.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ Being hated. If you hate Tendou or act like you do, it'll break him. I'm not saying "call him names" because THAT will just anger him. I mean "I hate it here", "I don't want you", and just generally pushing him away from you.

❌ He wants you to love him- That's one of the reasons he loved you... because you DIDN'T hate him... You can't hate him- YOU CAN'T-

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 As clingy and loving as Tendou is, he's not the worshipper type. You put him at a level of normalcy, so he puts you on that same level. I mean, your relationship with him is NOT normal, but to him it is.

🛐 Tendou WILL go to any length necessary to win you over, though. I mean, he didn't kidnap you just for fun. He abducted you so that you could both fall in love together like you were meant to, without all those pathetic rivals in the way.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

😍 Depending on how friendly you were with Tendou, he may have had a "slow burn" (in Tendou terms) or "instant" love for you. If you met through mutual friends or something, it'll take a while for him to "snap". Otherwise, like everything with Tendou, it'll go QUICK.

Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

0️⃣ Calling Tendou names = the exact opposite of why he loves you. Especially if you call him a "monster". That word will send Tendou into a fury you will instantly regret invoking. An "I hate you" is a million times better than "You're a monster".

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I really hope you enjoyed! I did my best!

I always feel like I don't know Tendou as well as most people do- like his personality is so... bizarre... I don't know how to put a finger on just what he's like-

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere tendou #tendou satori #yandere alphabet #haikyuu!!

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24hlevi · 3 years

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Alone Again

Levi Ackermann (Attack On Titan) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Major Character Death, Language

Summary: "perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone"

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: italics means flashback, some levi angst for the levi stan community/ me mhmm

Season 3 Spoilers !!!

Levi Ackermann was the one man that had been with you since the start. Both of you were born in the Underground and were always beside each other after your first meeting. When Kenny found Levi and you sitting in front of Levi’s mother’s bed, he decided he would at least attempt and raise you two since he tried to take just Levi but the young boy said he wouldn’t go if you didn’t. You were taught how to use a knife, how to talk to others, and how to get your way by violent acts.

When Kenny left you both, you two had decided to stick with each other even when you got out of the Underground, and that promise was

kept.

You two were in your late twenties by the time you had joined the Survey Corps even though Levi argued that you shouldn’t join because you would get hurt. Obviously, you didn’t listen.

Shortly after joining the Corps and after your first expedition together with Levi, he knew that he would have to protect you from the dangers outside the walls. But he didn’t know why. The thought of him having to protect you brought many unanswered questions to the male. So he decided to ask about it to Hange, who was both your and Levi’s good friend.

“Oi, four eyes.” Levi said as he walked into the Section Commander’s office, closing the door behind him.

Hange looked up from the paperwork on their desk and at Levi, “Oh, Hey Levi!” They smiled at the other. “What’s up?”

“I need an answer.” Levi started. “There’s this feeling I have that I need to protect Y/n from anything dangerous or outside the walls. I need to know what it is.” He finished, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh.” Was all that left Hange’s mouth before their eyes widened. “OH. I see, now. Well, do you have any other types of feelings or thoughts that correspond with that?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know that?” Levi sighed, shaking his head.

Hange kicked their legs up onto the desk as they looked at Levi, “It’s not easy for you, obviously I know that. But do you feel or think anything else about Y/n?”

“Tsh, obviously.” Levi scoffed. “I’ve known them since day one. Of course there are other thoughts I have about them.”

“Say what they are, then.” Hange smiled at the male.

Levi let out another sigh before responding, “I just feel like...like I’m the only one who’s there for them, and they’re the only one who’s there for me…” His voice went quieter as the sentence went on. “I don’t want them to possibly get hurt and…” He didn’t finish his words as he looked back up and at Hange who was grinning like an idiot. “Got something to say, four eyes?” He questioned.

“Indeed, I do.” Hange nodded as they stood up, walking over to Levi and putting their hands on his shoulders. “Levi, I think you like Y/n more than a friend.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, not much, but enough to show that he was clearly shocked at their words. He didn’t know what to do with that information, and for once, he was speechless.

“Oh.”

Levi thought about Hange’s words for multiple months, not knowing what to do about it. Levi liking someone? It didn’t even sound right to him. After a year or so, he realized that Hange was right, he did have feelings for you, and not just friendly feelings. He had no clue what to even do about it. You were practically the exact opposite of him, so why would you like him? He couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t enough for you, not emotional enough, not funny enough, not good looking enough.

It wasn’t until another year later that he told you. But definitely not in the way either of you expected.

It was yet another expedition outside the walls, and Levi made sure to keep an eye on you the whole time which was easy since you two were in the same squad. He also told Hange and Mike to watch you in case he was off fighting a Titan and couldn’t see you. Sure, the two teased him about it, but they listened nonetheless.

You were riding on your horse beside Levi as he spotted a Titan not so far away, “I’m going for that one.” He said to you before jumping off the horse and using his ODM gear to attach to the trees, swinging himself around closer to the Titan.

You watched him with awe, seeing how his raven colored hair flew around in the wind and how he always had a certain look on his face whenever he was going to kill a Titan. You knew he was much better than you at killing Titans, which is a reason why you were lost on why he was still your friend. He was already one of the best in the Survey Corps while you were just average.

You looked away from the man and realized there was a Titan in front of you, “Shit.” You said to yourself, jumping off the horse and using your ODM gear to grapple onto a tree. You drew your swords and swung around the Titan, readying yourself to kill it when suddenly it grabbed you in its hand, its grip so tight you could feel the air instantly get knocked out of your lungs. When it started moving you towards its mouth that was wide open, your eyes grew wide as you tried to free yourself, but ended up unable to do so. “Shit, shit, shit.” You said quickly before yelling Levi’s name, hoping that he would find you.

When Levi heard your yell, his eyes widened as he quickly killed the third Titan he was on and made his way to you as fast as he could, mentally praying that this wouldn’t be the day that he would lose you. When he spotted you in the hands of a Titan, his gaze turned into a hard and angry look as he swung faster to you. Upon reaching the Titan, he grappled onto the nape of its neck and using his blades to slice through it and killing it. The Titan let go of you, resulting in you starting to free fall which made Levi quickly swing by and grab onto you before swinging up onto a tall tree.

You opened your eyes once you realized you weren’t flying around anymore and when you did you looked at Levi, who was still holding onto you tightly as if you were going to disappear. “Uh, Levi? Are you okay?”

Levi looked at the ground before back at you, clear evidence through his eyes that something was wrong. He shook his head before speaking, “No, I’m fine it’s just…”

“Just what?” You questioned, completely confused. “Do we need to get you back to the HQ?”

The male shook his head again, “No it’s not that, it’s just.” He paused again, looking back at the ground. He was mentally cursing at himself, how could he not even say three simple words? He wished he could just write it out and hand it to you, but Mike had told him not to since it would take away the actual meaning of it. Levi took a breath before looking at you, “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Levi!” You said happily before realizing what he meant. “Wait, do you mean that love?”

All he did was nod in response, glancing back at the ground, worried that you would take it badly and he would lose you.

You had a wide smile grow on your face as you kissed his cheek, “Obviously I love you too. I have for years now.”

A blush spread on Levi’s face as he looked to you once again, “You do?”

“Of course, I do.” You nodded, still smiling.

Levi didn’t think hearing you say that you loved him too would make him happy. Nor did he even think that you would love him back. As much as he didn’t like people, for some reason you were different. You were his friend since the beginning, and that friendship blossomed into love along the way. The only person he loved, was you.

When Levi lost Furlan and Isabel, and almost losing you, he became even more cold and emotionless. It was the worst moment of his life, losing his two best friends and almost the love of his life. He stayed with you until you were back to normal health despite your arguments on why he should be at other places.

“I don’t give a shit if you think I should be somewhere else. I’m staying here.” Levi told you for what felt like the 100th time.

“And I don’t care if you think I need you here like I’m dying. I’m getting better, and besides, I’ll be able to leave in two days.” You argued with him.

“And? I’ll stay with you until you’re out in two days.” Levi crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ugh!” You groaned, sliding more down the bed so you were laying down. “Can you at least lay down with me, then?” You asked afterwards.

“Fine.” The dark-haired male stood up from his chair and laid down on the bed next to you.

You rested your head on his chest which caused him to tense up for a moment before relaxing into the touch. Levi slowly wrapped his arm around you, a small smile on his face as he used his other hand to run his fingers through your hair.

“Thank you for staying, Levi.” You said quietly.

‘I should be saying that to you.’ Levi thought to himself before he responded to you, “Of Course. I’ll always stay.” He whispered so only you could hear.

As the years continued on, you two had always stuck together, and everyone quickly knew not to mess with either of you despite the clashing personalities. Everyone knew that you two were together fairly quickly as well, mostly because you were the only one Levi could tolerate and it was noticeable. The only reason why everyone didn’t mess with the both of you was because Erwin had told everyone that you two were humanity’s strongest soldiers, and that no one could even try and get to your level. Levi was an Ackermann, and you were the partner whom he taught everything he learned to, there was no way anything could tear you two apart.

When Wall Rose was breached by the Colossal and Armored Titan, you were with Levi and the rest of the Survey Corps for your 56th expedition and when you returned, it was hell. There was someone who changed into a Titan, and Erwin instructed Levi and you to take care of the teenaged boy named Eren.

“I hate teenagers.” Levi grumbled out as he sat down next to you on the bed you shared with him. “Thinking they’re better than us adults.”

“We were teenagers once too, Levi.” You chuckled lightly, resting your head on his shoulder. “But you can’t blame them. They think because they’re younger that they have more agility, strength, endurance, but we’re humanity’s strongest for a reason.”

“You’re right.” Levi agreed with you. “Besides, the 104th year of the Cadet Corps coming into the Survey Corps seems to all be like that. Why don’t we show them who’s stronger?” He glanced down at you.

“Embarrass some teenagers? Obviously I’m in.” You smiled up at him.

He flashed a small smile at you before pecking your lips, “They’ll learn not to mess with us soon.”

Everything seemed to be going fine. That was until the 57th expedition outside the walls. With the new recruits to the Survey Corps along with the rest of you, Levi had some doubts, as did you. Both of you were still in the same squad along with Petra, Eld, Oruo, and Gunther as well as Eren for the time being. When you had to change course towards the Titan Forest, you told Levi to take the central route and he told the rest.

When the Female Titan appeared, everyone in the squad started begging for orders from one of you. Levi didn’t respond and neither did you as you both continued to go forward. When Levi split apart from the squad, you made sure to keep Eren next to you in case the Female Titan wouldn’t get caught.

And when the Female Titan reappeared, you could feel your blood run cold upon seeing it. You tried your best to keep Eren with you as your squadmates died right in front of your eyes, but even then, it didn’t work. When Eren was taken you found Levi with Mikasa, before the three of you got Eren back.

Upon returning to back inside the walls, the Survey Corps were welcomed back with a very negative response, obviously. But you ignored it, as did Levi, you did every time. You were shaken up by seeing your entire squad get killed by the Female Titan and Levi could tell.

The two of you returned back to your shared room as you immediately fell onto the bed, not saying anything. Levi noticed quickly that something was wrong with you because you had no smile that was usually on your face nor were you talking.

“Y/n?” Levi said as he sat down on the bed. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head and crawled under the covers, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you rolled over so you were facing the wall.

The male let out a small sigh. Clearly you weren’t okay, why did he even ask? He got under the covers and laid down beside you, reaching his arm over to you as he draped it around your body, gently pulling you closer to him. “Everything will be okay. We’re humanity’s strongest for a reason, remember?”

A smile crept up on your face upon hearing him repeat the words you had said before and you nodded, “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Get some sleep.” Levi quietly said to you as he closed his eyes, “You’re gonna need it.”

Sleep was hard to get after everything, for both you and Levi, who always had a problem with sleeping. You tried to sleep but all that you would think about or see was your comrades dying, so many of them. But you expected it. You were in the Survey Corps, obviously you were going to see your friends dying at any minute. You just didn’t expect it to be so many people that you would see die. As much as it affected you, you didn’t show it unless you were with Levi, not wanting people to think one of the best soldiers was starting to go downhill.

When the time came to retake Shiganshina, you felt more nervous than going outside the walls for some reason. Mostly because it was overrun by Titans and who knows what other types of them could be there. But of course, something terrible had to happen.

Reiner was in the walls and it sadly was too late by the time everyone realized. The Armored Titan was back, and it would only be so long until The Colossal and Beast showed up. Everyone knew how badly this could go, and how quickly it could take before even more people died.

Erwin looked at you and Levi who were standing next to each other before speaking, “Levi, go wait for my signal to attack The Beast. Y/n, help Hange and Moblit with The Armored Titan using those Thunder Spears.”

“Wait what?” You asked before you realized. “You want Levi and I to be separated?”

“Yes.” Erwin nodded. “You both are our strongest, and we need help from both sides. Trust me, everything will be fine.”

Levi looked at you before back at Erwin, nodding. “Okay.”

You sighed, not wanting this to happen but you knew it had to. “Okay.”

You and Levi went your different ways as you stuck with Hange and Moblit for the time being while fighting The Armored Titan.

“Hey guys, you know Bertholdt hasn’t come out yet.” You said to the two as you flew around from building to building using your ODM gear.

“Yeah. It’s weird.” Hange agreed as they and Moblit flew beside you.

“You think he’ll be here soon?” You asked.

“Probably.” The two answered in unison.

As the three of you neared closer to the Armored Titan and the Scouts from the new Levi Squad, Hange yelled, “Thunder spears now!”

You flew around to the nape of the Titan’s neck, throwing the thunder spear into it as did everyone else before flying back and pulling the pin. Multiple explosions went off as you landed on the roof next to Hange, your eyes widening when it worked. “Holy shit. It worked.”

“Hell yeah!” Hange exclaimed, jumping up and down.

“Bertholdt! You don’t have to do this!” You heard Armin say.

You turned your head to see Armin and Bertholdt talking and your eyes widened more. “Oh no. Armin! Get out of there!” You yelled to the blonde boy.

All you saw was Bertholdt shaking his head before using the ODM gear he still had on to launch himself into the air before shifting into the Colossal Titan. You quickly grappled to a building and flew away, trying to beat the explosion that reached incredibly far.

You spotted Hange and Moblit and you glanced back, seeing it come closer. “Fuck.” You said to yourself, going faster towards the two. “Get out of the way!” You yelled to them which caused both of them to look at you.

You flew as close as you could to them before pushing them into what you hoped was a hole deep enough for them to survive.

“Y/n NO!”

The explosion hit you shortly after as your gear got torn off the building it was attached to and you went flying. It felt like everything was going in slow motion. Were you about to die? Probably. But at least you had saved two of your friends while doing so. All you could think about in those last minutes was Levi. How would he react to you dying? Would he close himself off even more? Most likely. You couldn’t believe that this was the way you had to go. From the damage of the Colossal Titan forming. Not even from fighting. But maybe it was time for you to go. Even if you nor anyone else thought so. A small smile rested on your face as tears welled up in your eyes while you thought about all the happy moments you had with your friends.

“Y/n!”

You heard your name and you turned around seeing the new Levi Squad all looking at you. “Yes?” you asked confused.

“We wanted to know something!” Sasha said with a smile.

“Are you and Captain Levi uh...you know.” Jean added on.

You immediately knew what he was talking about because of how awkward the boy seemed while he was talking about it. But you decided to fuck with them a little bit just to have some fun. “Are we what?” You questioned.

“You know...Like...You know.” Connie said.

“I don’t think I understand.” You replied, internally cackling.

All of them looked at each other as if they were talking to each other in their minds before looking back at you.

“What they are trying to say is, are you and Captain Levi uh, well, uh.” Armin spoke before stopping entirely.

“You guys are terrible at this.” Mikasa sighed as she looked back at you. “Are you and Captain Levi partners?”

You let out a laugh which caused them all to look at you confused. “Yes. We are. We have been for years now.” You told them.

“YEARS?!”

You started to fully laugh as you buckled over, completely loving the fact that they were so surprised to hear you say you had been with Levi for years. Once you stopped laughing, you looked back at the teens before speaking, “I have known Captain Levi since we were kids. We started dating a couple years after we joined the Survey Corps.”

“I told you so!”

“You owe me half your food at supper!”

“How is this possible?!”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, those teens gave you hope that the Survey Corps would remain as strong as ever when you veterans died or left. You were happy that there were still kids who wanted to dedicate their lives to make sure life inside the walls remained safe. Yes, you may have had a soft spot for the new Levi Squad, but who wouldn’t? They had so much determination running through them and love for each other that it reminded you of your own friends.

“Y/n! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Hange exclaimed as they ran up to you.

“Hello to you too, Hange.” You chuckled. “What do you need?”

“Is it true?!” They asked with wide eyes and a bright smile on their face.

“Is what true?” You asked.

“That you and Levi are together!” Hange grinned.

Your face turned bright red as you let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, that. Well, uhm, yes.”

Hange’s smile grew even wider as they hugged you, “Oh my gosh I’m so happy for you and shorty! You two are gonna be the best couple ever!”

“Thanks, Hange.” You responded, a blush still resting on your face. “But how did you know?”

“Mike.” Hange answered.

“I fucking knew he would say something.” You sighed.

“Yep!” Hange smiled at you. “But don’t worry! Your secret’s safe with me!”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?” You asked.

“Possibly.” Hange nodded with a laugh.

“I figured.”

At least you saved your comrades, right? You died for the sake of others, which meant you had completed your goal as a soldier. You just couldn’t believe it would happen so soon. But it didn’t matter anymore. You were going to die, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Your body hit the side of a building as you spit up blood, falling to the ground from at least 30 feet up in the air, hitting the ground with a loud ‘thud.’ You were barely breathing from the fall, your ears were ringing and your whole body felt as if it were on fire. You wished you could have been with Levi in these last moments, but you knew he was doing more important things than mourning over you dying. He was saving the world you lived in. You didn’t want him to be distracted by you and possibly end up dying himself. You couldn’t even feel the tears fall from your eyes as you stared up into the sky, thinking about Levi.

“I will always love you.” Levi said to you quietly. “Even if you think I don’t, I do.”

“I know, Levi.” You smiled at him. “I’ll always love you, too.”

He flashed a small smile at you before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Every kiss felt like it was the first one all over again, from Levi’s anxious movements, to how surprisingly soft it was to kiss him. After a few seconds, the male pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, whispering out, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Levi.”

You let out one last breath and then you didn’t breathe again. Your eyes became lifeless and emotionless as you laid on the ground, your head resting against the stone while looking up at the sky.

No one told Levi you had died until after they gave Armin the Titan serum and had him become the Colossal Titan. It was a stupid idea.

Levi was standing on the rooftop of the building, not saying anything after Erwin died just moments before. The new Levi Squad along with Hange and Moblit all looked at each other before Hange walked up to Levi. “Levi, I have to tell you something.” They said to him.

Levi looked up at them and responded, “Is it about Y/n? Where the hell are they?”

“Uh, yeah it’s about them.” Hange nodded, their usual smile on their face was gone and replaced with one of guilt and sadness. “Y/n is gone, Levi.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at Hange in shock, “What?”

“When Bertholdt transformed into his Titan form, Y/n pushed Moblit and I away to safety. But, when we found them. They were already dead.” Hange said, looking down at the ground.

The black-haired male didn’t respond as he looked at the ground, not moving an inch. He had just lost Erwin no more than 15 minutes ago, and now he was told that you were gone too. He couldn’t believe it. You two were supposed to be together for at least 4 more years, depending on whether either of you left or not. But hell, the man wanted to marry you. In fact, he had already bought rings, but he was waiting until it was a good time and not involved with all of this different types of Titans bullshit. But now, he regretted not doing it sooner. He regret not even being with you in your last moments like he promised he would, all because of these Titans that had decided to fuck up human’s lives. He felt like utter shit once again. Except this time, you wouldn’t be there to help him cope with it. He was alone once again.

“Let’s go.” Levi said in his usual voice, walking away from everyone.

Levi was never the same after your death. No one knew, but all he did was feel grief and mourn over you whenever he was alone. But to everyone else, he was the same old Levi just without you by his side. He didn’t think that he could lose any more people, but of course, he had to lose everyone he ever loved or respected. He never got close to anyone again, as he didn’t want to make the same mistake over and over again. He gave it one too many changes, and now he was alone again.

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