alchemist-of-chaos

[alchemist-of-chaos]

love languages

warnings: none

characters: Vyn Richter, Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Luke Pearce

VYN

gift giving

Vyn has always loved seeing you smile. Loved seeing your face light up when unpacking the little gift box he handed you, marvelling at the intricate shape of the brooch. He felt pride surge in him when you gushed over its intricacy, remembering the ache in his fingers as he put his all into crafting a gift that was deserving of you.

“If i could, i could get you the moon and the stars, my dear.”

acts of service

He hated seeing you struggle. Your determination and drive was always something he cherished about you, but sometimes you took on more than you could manage.

In that moment, all that he could think of is lessening the burden you put on yourself.

At those times, you found your bedsheets were filling the room with a clean smell, a coffee was waiting for you at your work desk and the shopping that you needed to do today was waiting for you on the kitchen counter.

“You being with me is enough. I hope to repay that as much as i can.”

ARTEM

acts of service

You were called a power couple. The two of you were like minded people, striving for success in all of life's endeavours. But you also strived for the success of each other. Sometimes when you came home after a long day at work, artem welcomed you with a smile,gently ushering you to the bathtub full of petals, a glass of wine nearby.

“I will take care of dinner. Today, you deserve all the care in the world.”

quality time

Artem has always cherished each minute that you spent together. From the elaborate date nights that you spent in a beautiful establishments of his choosing, to finding a spare moment to fall in each others embrace, finding solace in your love, he has loved it all. And each moment that he spends with you he falls, falls for you more and more.

“I hope you will always stay by my side.”

MARIUS

words of affirmation

Marius was scared. He didn’t ever expect to fall for anyone this deeply, to lose control each time your hand brushes against his. So he makes sure that you know just how much he loves you. He makes sure to remind you, everyday, that you are someone he wants, needs even. And each time you respond in return, the sweet words taking hold of his heart, he melts. And he is pretty sure that with every word, he moulds into someone that is utterly yours.

“I love you, you know that? Stay with me, as long as life allows you to.”

gift giving

He was determined to show you how much he loves you, but sometimes, words were not nearly enough. He hoped to give you everything you dreamed of, everything that life has to offer. After all, his lover deserved only the best there is. From small teddy bears to gold necklaces, he brought you everything that reminded him of you. A small rose always stood on your table, a fresh one ready to replace it the moments the petals start to fall. After all, his love for you never stopped blooming.

“Here, take this. It reminded me of you, so please, cherish it as much as i cherish you.”

LUKE

physical touch

Luke has always loved your hands. Of course, he loved everything about you, cherished you whole and inside out. But something about the moment when his hand touched yours, fingers firmly intertwined grounded him, reminding him that all of this isn’t just a dream. That you truly were his. therefore, he needed to show you that he was yours too. And as you fell into one another, hands roaming around each inch that you had, he made sure you knew.

“Come here, sit with me. I need you beside me.”

quality time

He has always feared time. It was something he had no control over. And as such, he was determined to make of it as much as he could. Each moment he spent, he thought of you, hoping to spend the next one in your presence. It didn’t matter if it was a visit to an amusement park or just you two on a couch, melting in each other arms. He was sure that each moment that he spent with you was time he will never regret.

“Could you stay with me for a little longer please?”

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being in kenmas lap while he plays videogames sounds absolutely perfect rn...

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voice of calm

warnings: somnophobia

characters: Hitoshi Shinsou

here we go again. you sat up on your bed, your eyes stinging from the cold air around you. you look out the window to gaze at the moon, shining in its full glory.

it was late. probably past three am, you assume. your tiredness has fogged up your brain significantly. it has been nagging u the entire day, actually, as you haven't got much sleep the night before either. it's not that you weren't tired, oh no. it was just..hard. the prospect of sleep seemed weird, uncomfortable, even. you are sure that if you were to try to sleep, you would pass out in seconds. your body was yelling at you to do that, but... no. 

it frightened you, even. you have nothing to be afraid of, you kept telling yourself, but your brain refused to cooperate. everytime you closed your eyes an uncomfortable sinking feeling filled your chest.

you sighed and decided to get up. maybe a walk will refresh your mind, or tire you out enough to pass out. you hastily put on the first jacket you got your hands out and headed out of the dorms.

the night breeze was cold. not too cold to be uncomfortable tho, it seemed refreshing. you walked slowly around the dorm building, counting your steps as you went. it was calming.

“didn't expect to see you here.”

you startle, not expecting to meet anyone out this late. you turn, trying to find the source of the voice.

“hah, over here.” 

you turn in the voices direction and notice shinsou, sitting hidden in a little nook of a tree. you huff out a laugh and change your direction, heading over the grass to join him. you plop yourself down right beside him and lean against the dark bark of the big tree.

“couldn't sleep?” he enquires, head tilting to glance at you from the side.

“kinda, yeah,” you answer, gaze pointed up at the sky. the stars looked really pretty to you and you find yourself counting them as you did with the steps, the monotone action lulling your racing brain. 

you sit in silence together for a while. it's nothing new to the two of you, as that's how you spent majority of the time together. you hated silence, at least normally you did, but you found yourself silently accompanying shinsou a lot. it calmed you in a way, his proximity seeming safe for both your body and mind.

shinsou has told your about his troubles with sleep. insomnia, specifically. no matter how much he tried to, he just couldn't fall asleep most nights. his body wasn't letting him to. you found yourself spending your nights chatting with him to curb his loneliness, as you already were unable to sleep.

altough, you never told him that. it felt selfish, telling someone who couldn't fall asleep that you spend most of your nights trying not to. even though he didn't know, he was your night companion as you were his and you two helped each other in a way.

“why couldn't you? nightmares?” he asks. you glance at him before letting out a sigh, bringing your knees to your chest. he glanced at you, curious. you looked at him before hugging your knees with your arms.

“no, no, i just didn't... want to sleep.” you answered. he scrunched his eyebrows.

“you seem unsure of that answer.”

“well, yeah, because i kinda want to sleep but... i just don't? it feels... uncomfortable. weird.”

he hummed pensively, seeming to think about what you said. it didn't surprise you, as you also didn't fully understand the predicament you found yourself in most nights.

“you scared?” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“no, i... maybe? i don't know, “ you retorted, throwing your hands out in question,”it just feels really weird sometimes.”

“hm. i'd say i understand, but i don't really.” he said cheekily.

you huffed, nudging him with your elbow.

“but i can't say i won't try to help you with that.” he continued and you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. you were about to retort before a big yawn tore through your body.

“well look at you. feeling comfortable?” he smiled gently.

“yea i guess...” you mumbled sleepily.

“okay, time to get your ass to bed then. text me if you still feel weird. i'll call you.” he got up, dusting off his shorts.

“call me?” you said, getting up and stretching your arms to get rid of the soreness.

“well, talking to me seemed to make you comfortable, so why not try that?”

“you'd do that?” you stopped, looking at him with wide eyes.

“yeah. why not?” he shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands in his pockets. you two headed of to your dorm, shinsou deciding to accompany you. you walked in silence and once again, you were counting the stars as you went, until you came up to the dorm building. 

“good night, hitoshi,” you smile at him, waving gently as you opened the door. he raised his hand in return.

“night, y/n”

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wrong reflection

warnings: gender dysphoria, general low self-esteem

characters: Eijiro Kirishima

author's note: dedicated to @kiriiqt , i luv u bro <3

wrong. you looked wrong. 

yet again, you were stood in the middle of your room, watching yourself in the mirror. you turned to the side, throwing daggers at your reflection. tears were stinging in your eyes as you tried to hold them back, not wanting to cry yet again.

it was a battle that you were fighting for a long time already. a battle with your own body. 

it has been some time since you realized. your body didn't seem like the one you wanted. not because of your curves being too small, or too big. it was because of your curves existing. everytime you entered a gym, you stared longingly at the flat chests of the boys around you, wishing you could just shapeshift into a form that felt more real, more yours. 

it was something you struggled with a lot. not a lot of people knew about it, as you felt unsure of how possible this longing of yours even was. you were scared. scared of being judged, scared of not meeting expectations of others on what you should be, how you should act. 

you hiccuped, no longer able to hold back the stream of tears that were now cascading down your face. you scuttled over to your wardrobe, grabbing your biggest sweatshirt and burying your unwanted curves behind it. there. now you can't see the curves that were not supposed to be there, not if you wanted to feel like who you really are.

there was a light knock on your door. you startled, hastily wiping away your tears before calling out for the person to come in. kirishima opened the door, the smile on his face almost blinding.

“so, how does it look?” he asks eagerly before letting his gaze fall on you. his smile vanishes, his face contorting into an expression of surprise before realization seemed to flash in his eyes.

“oh no, come here,” he ushers you softly, jogging up to envelop you in his embrace. his arms seemed to envelop you firmly, as if sure they could carry all of your feelings away and hold you, that was broken into pieces, together.

it was an unfortunate situation. kirishima was one of the few people that you trusted with your troubles and he was nothing but supportive. he went through all of it with you- buying your first binder, learning how to contour your face to pass more convincingly. altough you weren't ready to be very public about your attempts yet, outings with kirishima were different. being with him seemed to embolden you and you felt safe to try to be the real you. 

and he supported that immensely. as it was, he bought you a gift- a piece of clothing, men's clothing, that you always wanted to wear but were too scared to. sleeveless top. unfortunately, it went exactly as you suspected. your binder didn't help much in concealing your unwanted features and your arms seemed to stick out, long and slim instead of the sturdy hands that you longed for.

that is precisely why you found yourself falling apart in kirishimas embrace, your biggest supporter and someone who you longed to be like. his hand gently caressed the back of your head while he kept uttering comforting words, letting you pour your feelings out.

it was a while before you felt safe enough to leave his embrace and as you did, his gaze immeadiately met yours.

“we will try again.”

“what?” you uttered, your voice still horse from the sobs thar were wrecking your body just a while ago.

“we will try again and we will succeed. we will make you comfortable with yourself, because, who doesn't deserve that?” he continued passionately, hands gesturing wildly,“ you certainly do!”

“i don't know kiri, just look at me. i can't be-”

“you certainly can. you already are. don't let your doubts get to you, bro.” he stated firmly before grabbing your shoulders to turn you to face him.

“ you are the manliest person i know.”

your breath seems to get stuck in your throat.

“besides you.” you choke out, your voice dissolving into a chuckle. he chuckles in response.

“exactly! that's coming from me, so you can trust me. my word is law.”

you laugh, a weight seeming to come off your shoulders. 

“so that means i'm the second manliest man tho.” he hits your shoulder.

“oh shut up, bro.”

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dull ache

warnings: mentions of disordered eating, overexertion

character: Izuku Midorya

just a little more. that was the only thought reverbetating in your brain as you put your all into it. just one more. just a few more reps. you huffed as your legs shook, almost giving in from under you. 

done.

you breathed heavily, your vision blurring. with painstaking effort you managed to get up. you managed to finish your exercise plan for today. altough you did cut some of the food. you remember the physique of the person looking back at you from the mirror when you were getting ready for the day and just like that, you stand firm with your decision. you could stand to lose a few more pounds.

as you were walking back to the dorms, you pondered. you mentally went over your classmates, how athletic they were, how lithe and toned their bodies were. you couldn't ever compare.

your stomach rumbled. you cringed as the gnawing feeling of hunger started up again. no, you can't. you have to lose more weight, you don't deserve food yet.

you sighed painfully as you entered the dorm building, noticing the shake of your hand as it clumsily fiddled with the doorknob.

weak.

it took all of your strength to waddle over to the couch, almost collapsing unto it. you took a deep breath. and another one. no, you can't pass out, you didn't work as much as you should've, you-

“y/n? are you okay?”

a sweet voice called to you carefully. you turned your head to lock eyes with the person, their green curls gently bouncing as they kneeled in front of you.

“you seem bad, are you feeling sick? do you need me to get you something?” he rambled, as izuku always does. he looked you up and down quickly: “oh, you just finished exercising? good on you for being healthy! although, it seems that today's workout was a little hard on you?”

he smiled gently, getting up before dusting his pants off.

“sit tight, i'll be right back.”

and you did. not like you had enough strength left in you to get up. you relished in the dull ache of your legs, the stinging pain in your abdomen. today was good.

“i'm back! can you sit up for me, please?”

and you do, propping your hands back to push yourselves up. unfortunately, they give out from under you, the shake in them too strong to bear.

“easy there,” midorya whispers gently, catching you with one hand. the other extends to you, inviting you to take a sip of water. you take the cup and gulp it down, desperate to still the ache in you.

“thanks,” you chirp, letting out a long sigh as your gaze finally stills. 

“no problem, glad to help,” he retorts immeadiately, his smile gentler than before.

he seems to study you for a moment. he hesitates before he sits down on the couch beside you, chewing his lip. he seems almost troubled for a second before his gaze sharpens, turning to you resolutely.

“do you want to work out with me?”

“what?” you squeak in response, not expecting that at all.

“i mean, you don't have to of course, but i think- i think it would be fun! and... maybe we could help each other. hold ourselves accountable, you know?” he blurts out, suddenly seeming flustered. his gaze seems to wander around, not focused on you.

“accountable?” you cock your head to the side.

“you know, that we follow our workout plans, and,” he seems to pause, casting a quick glance at you, “that we're taking good enough care of ourselves.”

you still.

he knows.

you sit in silence. maybe for a little while too long. you're sure he realizes what you're doing, how you're pushing yourself to your utmost limits, trying to prove something. what exactly? you're not sure you know that answer yourself. maybe a little help will help you find it.

not sure of your decision at all, you hesitate before turning to meet his gaze with a firm nod. he smiles in response.

“great! i was actually just finishing up throwing something together in the kitchen. do you want some?”

you answer before your brain manages to stop you, nodding yet again. you watch as he heads to the kitchen, dissapearing behind the wall.

you're not sure how much will it work. you're even less sure that it will help. but, straining your ears to hear the soft humming of the boy in the kitchen, you decide that it's worth a try. you ignore the dull ache in your stomach and focus on the warm feeling in your heart, letting it envelop you completely.

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realizing they're in love

warnings: none

characters: Vyn Richter, Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Luke Pearce

VYN

“aww, look at that little cutie there!” vyn watched you coo as you kneeled, hand softly brushing the fur on the cats head.

it was a pleasant afternoon and you and vyn were just headed to a market to buy ingredients for dinner. vyn has, as he always does, invited you to his place for an afternoon, as a celebration of knowing each other for a few months now.

at this point, both of you were aware of your feelings for each other. neither of you has decided to do anything about it though, relishing in the slight feeling of pining either of you felt when your hands brushed against each other.

vyn has always known that being with you was something he wanted to achieve. surprised by his own feelings, he decided to take his time tho, trying to determine just how much he wanted to hold you in his arms.

and now, as he watched you fondly, he smiled. finally, his feelings were clear as day and he was tempted to brush the hair that fell in your field of vision out your face just as carefully as your fingers threaded through the black kitten's fur.

he had something new to cherish now.

ARTEM

it has been a few minutes from when artem decided to pay your office a visit, a cup of coffee made just how you like it in his hand.

you and artem have created a routine. both of you have been working for the company for a long time and over time, you were assigned to certain cases that required cooperation. as you spent your days together, you realized that you two worked like clockwork when partnered up.

the cordial work relationship has slowly evolved into something deeper as you two realized how similar you both were. determined and ambitious, working together was something you both looked forward to.

artem has never been one to seek out partnership, but with you, it felt natural. he was unsure about naming the feeling that persisted when you two smiled at each other across the office.

it seemed he has found his answer. as he stood in the doorway, leaning at it lightly with a smiled curled on his face, he observed you as you typed resolutely, brushing a hand through your hair, fully focused.

it was at that moment that a new goal has conjured in his mind. it will take time and a lot of hard work, but artem has never feared waiting. partners in the work is your current status. he will change it, of that he is sure.

he will make you his partner in life.

MARIUS

butterflies. that is what marius felt as he stared at you, tears of laughter stinging at the back of his eyes.

you two have spent your afternoon on yet another one of his spontaneous outings. these have become a routine, marius somehow always around whenever you had some time to spare. the outings ranged from art exhibitions to a game of lasertag right before the arcade closed.

today he has surprised you with a impromptu pottery class that you managed to hurry to right before it started. the act itself was really calming and, interested in arts as you both are, you were getting into it.

a splash of something cold brought you from your reverie and you lifted your hand, fingers coming in conact with something gooey on your cheek. exasparated, you abruptly faced marius, only to see him smiling cheekily, pointedly working on his own creation. it looked great, of course.

now, you were sitting outside the classroom, deciding to leave because of the pointed looks you got from the other participants. you didn't enjoy being disruptive, but damn you if you didn't try to get back at the cheeky man now sitting on the ground beside you.

you were both giddy, residue of laughter still tearing through your body. you paused, before extending your hands and smudging the clay on his cheek to make a shape. a heart.

that was exactly what was beating aggresively in his chest as he watched you chuckle lightly, continuing to draw little stars on his other cheek. damn, he needs to make you his.

LUKE

oh, how he wanted to kiss you. that was the only thought running through lukes mind as he watched you, smile on his face.

you and luke have planned to spend the entire day together. so far, it has been fun, at least for you two. you visited a bookstore together, then spend some time chatting about your purchases over a cup of coffee with a bit of pastries on the side and now you decided to walk around in a park nearby, soaking up the suns shine.

before you could decide where to go next, a ball rolled on the path before you before a little boy sheepishly ran up to where you two stood.

“um, sorry, i didn't mean to kick it here.” he stuttered, a sheepish smile on his face. luke was ready to throw himself into conversation with the kid, before you stepped up, kicking the ball lightly back in the boys direction.

the kid looked at you curiously, before you waved your hand in invitation.

“pass it back, come on!” you said cheerily, smiling ear to ear. the kid immeadiately brightened up, passing the ball back in your direction.

and that brings us here to this moment, as luke watched you ruffle the boys here, out of breath from the game that was ongoing for... was it  hours already?

and as he watched you two interact, he paused, feeling lightheaded.

he fell for you, all over again.

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realizing you're in love

warnings: none

characters: Vyn Richter, Artem Wind, Marius Von Hagen, Luke Pearce

VYN

vyn was a man full of elegance. his every move, every word was like silky velvet, enveloping anyone that had the pleasure of his attention in the feeling of comfort. you were sure that flowers would bloom if he willed them so.

a man full of knowledge, his interests seeming to span over endless topics that never run out of things to tell. he was full of experiences, full of stories.

he captivated you and anytime you talked, you felt as if you captivated him as well. you were sure that it was a skill he had, making everyone feel important in his presence. making them feel confident and comfortable, like their words meant something.

it was in one of those conversations that you noticed the subtle curve of his lips, the little glint in his eyes as he observed you talking to him. you stuttered as you noticed, his lips forming a full smile at the action.

oh no, he really did captivate you.

ARTEM

spending time with artem has become a routine that you truly cherished. in your otherwise monotone life, you looked forward to your meetings, work seeming oh so interesting when you two worked on it together.

and you thought that he felt the same, you really did. he has always been the one waiting for you to come, coffee in hand that he had bought for both of you as you fell in conversation naturally. it flowed like a calm river, slow and steady.

despite the regularity of those meetings, it never failed to make you feel a weird excitement in your stomach. everytime the two of you confirmed your plans, you couldn't fight the smile tugging on your lips.

now you've found yourself waiting, scrolling through your feed to pass time. you weren't at your ususal meeting space as this time, he let you pick a place yourself. as a voice calls out to you you turn, quickly finding him in the crowd as he smiled, lifting his hand in greeting. you felt butterflies at seeing his smile-

ah. you felt butterflies.

MARIUS

he did it again. your relationship with marius was never boring and seeing him always came with a story to tell your friends about after.

he loved surprising you. whether it was an elaborate gift costum made just for you or just simply popping up at your place of work for a few minutes of conversation. his presence was a welcome one and you found yourself spending more and more time with him.

you loved the way he challenged you. he always supported you, that he did, but he also loved playing devils advocate, challenging your opinions and making you explain yourself. it felt nice to see that your opinion mattered.

and yet again, you two butted heads as you threw subtle taunts at each other. he was oh so cocky and you rolled your eyes yet again, amused by his antics. he smirked in response making you smile in reflex. it was nice seeing him smile.

it was even nicer to fall for him.

LUKE

hanging out with luke was never boring. he was full of ideas, always a fun activity ready for you to do. from visiting museums, having fun at amusement parks to laying on a fluffy comforter, counting the stars in the constellations before you.

luke loved the time you two spent together. you could tell, as the effort he put into it was more than noticeable. a warm feeling spread in your chest everytime you watched the pure happiness in his face as you two spent your days together.

it was all so natural. you two were like birds of a feather, smiling childishly as you laughed running through the pouring rain barefoot, as you two lost track of time while on yet another picnic.

you loved being with him. relished in the feeling of safety, the unearthly calm that spread in your veins as you leaned your head on his shoulder, both tired from your todays antics. his hand landed softly on your head, gently brushing through your hair as he leaned on you as well.

your heart skipped a beat.

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villains

shigaraki tomura

dabi

toga

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pro-heroes

eraserhead

hawks

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other students

hitoshi shinsou

monoma neito

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class 1a

izuku midorya

dull ache - disordered eating comfort

bakugou katsuki

unwanted touch - sexual harassment comfort

shoto todoroki

a brush of colour - insecure reader comfort

denki kaminari

eijirou kirishima

momo yayorozu

fumikage tokoyami

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a brush of colour

character: shoto todoroki

warnings: negative self talk, depreciating thoughs

author's note: i somehow got my inspiration back so hopefully i will be able to write some more

beauty. something that today's society values more than ever. you pride yourself on being a person that sees beyond that, that judges people on who they are, not what they look like. unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to apply to your relationship with yourself. 

you poke at your cheek and grimace. the person looking back at you from the mirror is someone you can’t help but ridicule. every curve of your body, every spot on your skin. even your hair, god, something that you can change however you want, your hair looks as dreadful as always.

sometimes you wonder if that’s how other people see you. an amalgamation of all the things wrong with you. 

it seems you won’t be going to that party. again. 

your classmates (specifically mina, bless her) planned a night out to celebrate after your midterm exams. and you would love to go, you really would. you love them like your own family. but you can’t lie and say you haven’t noticed. how pretty they are. how radiant all of them are. you’re not supposed to compare yourself, as your therapist always says, but you can’t help it.

you can’t face them looking like that.

your lip starts to tremble as you sit on the floor in front of your mirror, hiding your face in your hands.  

pathetic. disgusting. how can you live looking like that? do something about it. fix it. fix your stupid ugly fa-

“um, hey?” 

you startle only now noticing that the door to your room opened. todoroki stands there, nervously shuffling from one foot to another. 

you breathe out, straightening your shirt with your hands mindlessly as you turn to face the boy already staring at you.

“hey. uh, why are you here? do you- do you need something?” you ask, wondering why someone like todoroki didn’t head out already. contrary to what people might think, he never missed a party. it’s not that he was someone who enjoyed partying, he just never declined an invitation from a friend. you bet midoriya was the one to ask him to come along this time as well, a tactic that mina seemed to implement.

“they were worried,” he said plainly, deadpan stare startling you out of your pondering.

“worried? why-”

“you always come. your friends were worried that you looked down today. are you sick? or are you in a bad mood” he cocks his head to the side

“no, no! i’m fine, really!”

“then why don’t you come?”

“it’s nothing, it’s just- i mean i don’t even have anything to wear- and the makeup,” you gesture to the makeup bag spilling over on the floor in front of you “i just- i don’t know how to make myself look good.” 

todorokis eyes seem to get rounder at that: “look good?”

“i mean,” you sigh, deciding that you might as well open up to someone willing to listen, “don’t you see? i’m not… pretty. or anything of that sort. i’m just…”

you lock eyes with the reflection of the flawed creature staring back at you from the mirror.

“i think you’re pretty,” he says and your breath catches in your throat. you stifle a laugh.

“i don’t think i can see it.” you chuckle.

“then let’s try.”

“what?”

“let’s try to make you see it.” he says closing the door behind him as he makes his way to settle down on the ground before you.

you blink, not sure of what he meant and you watch as his hands reach for your makeup bag. he seems to be looking for something specific and you watch as the corner of his tongue slips out from his mouth in concentration.

“do you… know how to do makeup?” you ask, leaning closer to him to watch as he stacks your makeup palettes before him. 

“you’re not the only person that doesn’t like their own reflection.”

you freeze, head softly turning to sneak a peek at his face.

“what? you’re beaitiful!” you exclaim in shock, realizing what you said only after it came out, “i mean- you’re, uh, handsome.”

he smirks and cocks his head to catch your gaze. “i don’t see it.”

“you got me there.” you huff.

for the next several minutes you sit back, enjoying the gentle touches of the brushes and his hands, swiftly working. you close your eyes as you listen to him hum gently, while he swipes the brushes gently.

“it’s a way of compromise.” he starts, taking you back out of your reverie,”i do makeup to make do with what i already have and make it better for me to live with.”

“that doesn’t sound that positive.”

“but it’s a start,” he says and his hand stops applying the product to pinch your cheek. it’s now that you notice the residue of makeup around his scar.

“it can also be a start for you.”

humming in acknowledgment, you watch him fumble with the makeup bag. maybe one party won’t hurt. maybe, just maybe, they see you the same way that he does, the same way that you see him. 

beautiful.

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unwanted touch

characters: bakugou katsuki

warnings: implied sexual harassment, catcalling

authors note: a first out of a series of comfort fics i will be making on here. if you have a character and a prompt, don't hesitate to send requests!

walking by the road, you sigh, crossing your hands across your chest, hoping the sensation will calm your rapidly being heart. feeling the burning gaze on your back your eyes lock with a pair of intense ones.

you make haste and try to shake away the sleaziness their gaze made you feel. shaking your head, you quietly mumble encouragements in an attempt to not let their words affect you.

but it's hard. it's really hard. the little mantras that you always say to make yourself feel better stop doing much and you feel your limbs start to tremble. breathe in, breathe out. suddenly conscious of your entire body, you tug the hem of your shorts lower, as low as you can, their prickly gaze still reminiscent on your legs.

you don't know how you got back to the dorms, your head completely occupied in trying not to panic. pushing the door open you finally register where you are and slowly step into the hall.

upon entering you are bombarded by noises, clatter of pans, sizzling of oil, a thump of feet on the kitchen floor. your shoulders, still tense and lifted, relax a little. you shuffle out of your sneakers quietly, shoving them away with your foot. you glance around the corner -  an unruly tuft of spiky blonde hair can be seen from behind the kitchen counter.

you decide to go by quietly, you’re certainly not in the mood for any snarky comments aimed your way, especially since you're seconds away from bursting into tears.

you tiptoed through the hall but something about your presence was enough to alert the boy maning the stove.

“what are you hiding for? scared i’ll bite?”

you stop abruptly, one leg already on the stairs. you awkwardly step back facing bakugou but something in you is preventing you from making eye contact.

“and not even a hello as you go by? i thought i was the rude one.” 

you can hear the smirk in his voice and you lift your eyes to catch his, smile awkwardly tugging on the corners of your lips. his smirk fades in response.

“okay, that smile was way too fucking awkward. what goes on?” he asks, carefully placing the cutlery before heading towards you. 

“nothing much, really. it was just a small thing- i mean i’m probably overreacting, it was just a passing comment-”

“woah, woah, hold your horses, you’re starting to sound like that mumbling nerd,” he says snarkily, his words seeming to not hold the familiar bite.

“so what happened?” he says sternly, his vermilion eyes pinning you down in place.

reluctantly, you tell him. you don’t remember what words you said exactly, all that you could focus on is how erratic your breathing was. at one point you were sure you would overheat from your speeding heart, but katsuki putting his hand on your shoulder grounded you back to your place. 

you could only remember how sleazy their words were, how their hands brushed on your body, how their laugh echoed as you sped away, trying to shake away the feeling of being tainted, being touched.

a soft squeeze of your shoulder, or what was supposed to be a soft one, was the thing that finally broke you away from your reminiscence. katsuki was trying, really trying to be gentle and calming, but hearing your words about the bastard made him unconsciously tense up.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to- wait, shit i shouldn’t have touched you-” he stumbles in his step.

“it’s- it’s fine. you’re not a stranger, you’re my friend-”

“yeah, but i still should’ve asked- nevermind. go, uh, go sit down.”

you cock your head to the side questioningly while katsuki shoos you away from the kitchen. you relent and decide to sit on the couch in the common room, curious of what the explosive blonde has in mind.

a minute later he comes out of the kitchen, his hands full. you watch him as he puts a cup of steaming tea in front of you, together with a plate of what looks like cookies, probably chocolate chip ones? 

before you can react, a soft fabric envelops your shoulder and you look back to see bakugou standing behind you, an awkward grimace on his face.

“that’s it. you better enjoy the cookies, i made them myself. and drink some of that tea to calm down. stop thinking about that asshole, you know your worth.”

he turns around and sliding his hands in his pants pockets, he tiptoes on the stairs. you pick up the tea, inhaling the soft and sweet scent. as he looks back, you lock eyes and you smile gently before taking a sip of the tea he made for you. he smiles back and you watch as his figure disappears on the stairs.

[alchemist-of-chaos]

"only human, after all"

character: Lucifer

warnings: angst

Loss was something that the oldest wasn't in any way a stranger to. Despite that, he really wad never being able to voice it, as loss was just that, an absence, a failure on his account and admitting that felt like something unimaginable.

So he did everything in his power to not ever need to feel it again. To never feel the jarring pain of his chest being ripped open, watching the one he loved so much leave, watching them breathe their last breath.

And it seemed that it was something that he really wouldn't need to caution himself with; with a position so high, he build up his defences double, one defending the ones he loved and the other pitifuly sealing away what he felt for them.

It worked. But then you came.

A human, a creature so fragile, someone he had to protect in the name of his position.

And protect he did; he did his work the best he could, flawlessly sealing away any and all dangers that he viewed you faced.

But as he took his attention to building your defences, it seemed that he unintentionally let go of his; you saw through him, through the acts of service that he performed in the hopes of transfering his care to the world. And you saw him.

As time went on, that feeling became a comfort he sought out oh so desperately; he didn't have to let down his guard with you, the sliver of light peaking out through the gaps was enough for you and you gave your care back tenfold.

But perhaps lost in the comfort that you brought him he forgot the reason between his demeanor, he forgot and now it was time for him to face his worst fear yet again.

Time flew by yet again but the warm feeling that accompanied your presence turned into breathless anxiety as he watched your feet stumble in your step, your breath hitch in your throat. The fragile nature of your existence became a wounded bird flying confusedly out of its cage, not even seeking shelter.

And you felt it. Felt the slight hover of his fingers around you as you walked, the pinning gaze on you as you went through the motions. It seemed that the comfort you both seeked was now found only in a shared embrace, both holding the other with care.

Time will go on and leave its mark, but now, in his arms, you were ready to feel its touch, knowing that even with lines deeply covering your face and the slowness in your step, the embrace that stops times flow will be waiting for you eternaly.

[alchemist-of-chaos]

the moment you knew you fell out of love

characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

warnings: angst

Lucifer

The Avatar of pride, Diavolos' right hand man, used to be heaven's darling. Lucifer was a man of many titles, holding a lot of importance in many people's lives. Such as yours. And you hoped to hold the same special importance in his.

But as time passed and his touches became more fleeting, gaze more scarce, you felt left behind. While he went forward, trying to have a leading role in everyone's lives, you were left to play a substitute in his.

And as you plummeted on his list of priorities, the love that was reflected in his eyes in this moment was just that, a mere illusion. As his hand holds you back, keeping you from leaving, you break away, shattering his precious pride and taking it away with you, never to be mended again as there is one title he couldn't hold unto forever, your lover.

Mammon

Mammon was someone whose love you could never second guess. His insatiable greed was no stranger to you, as it was this greed that had him glued to your side, not letting the world touch what he sees as his.

But it is his greed that became overbearing, slowly seeping through and around your boundaries and shattering the shell of your personal space that you so carefully crafted around you.

And as you slowly try to put your own shell back up, the broken edges hurt him, and as you gaze at the wounded creature before you, you understand that it is his love that you cannot bear anymore.

Leviathan

It is of no secret that Leviathan was a person with a frighteningly low self-esteem. His shyness was at times adorable and you were happy to be his personal hype man, making sure he didn't beat himself up much.

But envy is something that has its roots deeply ingrained in, and it festered and bloomed as time passed. His remarks turned to you and suddenly, you were a danger to him, to his jealousy.

And from the roots sprouted a flower that poisoned the air around you two, and unable to feel happy for your accomplishments in his presence, his envy overtaking him, you understood that what fed the poisoned flower was your helping hand and you cut your ties, killing it once and for all.

Satan

Being with Satan felt like a carefully crafted dream. All the pretty words, surprising actions and comforting touches. You both tried your hardest and everyone could see that it was working more than well.

But behind that dream was a part of him that he didn't ever want to show you. Despite all the support, all the loving words and encouraging touches, he didn't dare to let his wrath show.

Slowly but surely, Satan held back, suffocating that part of him, not admitting it as a part of himself. And as time went on, you realized that the one before you isn't the one you fell in love with, but a beautifully painted picture of what he wanted himself to be.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was beautiful, that's a fact known far and wide. Always dressed to the nines, very much taking care of himself. And the confidence he exuded, oh the confidence.

Funnily enough, his own confidence was enough to encourage yours as well. When with Asmo, you have never felt not enough, not pretty. He was someone who shined wherever he went and his words were like gentle caresses, making you feel welcomed.

But you were far from the only one that has felt touched by his words. Despite countless discussions, pleads even, Asmodeus couldn't understand your hurt. And that's when you understood how selfish keeping all his shine to yourself would be. Instead of dimming his light, you decide to leave, letting his beauty illuminate everyone's path yet again.

Beelzebub

There was nothing in your relationship with Beel that could even count as lacking. Loving, loyal, gentle, he was all a person could dream of. Always ready to help, bending over backwards to be there for you, to prove how deep his love was.

But in his heart, there was always someone he would value more. His loyalty was a double edged sword and little things turned into big problems. Family was something he valued more than anything and while he loved you, there were millenia spent in someone else's presence that he sought in you.

As you asked for the last time, with tears in your eyes, you watched his gaze break away from you. And you understood that in this life, you will be nothing more than a fleeting moment in the thousands of years he spent with her.

Belphegor

You and Belphegor were a pair that no one expected. Rightfully so, the beginning of your relationship didn't really start off on a particularly good note. It would be more accurate to say that for most people, any relation with him would never be possible.

But you tried. You tried time and time again to get through it, to ignore the itch on your neck that sent shivers to your core when his hands caressed you, the tremor of your fingers when his eyes met yours.

But everything has its breaking point and as you looked behind to meet his gaze one last time, you understood that the only thing you will ever see in them is the burning fire of hell that once swallowed you whole.

[alchemist-of-chaos]

everyday texts

character: Asmodeus

warnings: none

[alchemist-of-chaos]

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