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Sleeping my way to victory-part 2

Scenario 1: A Day in the Life of (Y/N) (or, How Are They Even Functioning?)

Outside of U.A., your daily routine was… questionable at best.

You woke up late. Always. If there wasn’t school, you might not wake up at all. Your alarm clock? Useless. You had trained yourself to sleep through it.

Your room? A mess of blankets and pillows, because why sleep in just one spot when you could rotate like a cat?

Breakfast? If you remembered. Or if you weren’t still half-asleep while grabbing whatever was closest (once, you almost ate a packet of sugar thinking it was rice).

Going outside? Only if necessary. Grocery store trips were a chaotic mix of you getting lost in the aisles, standing in front of the snack section for way too long, and once, somehow ending up in a pet store without realizing it.

Your life at home was pure chaos, but somehow, you survived.

And then, when school came around, you’d drag yourself there, still half-asleep, only to dominate in training without even trying.

Your classmates had questions.

Scenario 2: Bakugo Tries to Wake You Up (Again)

"Oi, wake up."

You grumbled something incoherent, turning your head away from the voice disturbing your peace.

"Wake the hell up, dumbass!"

A pillow smacked into your face.

Your eyes cracked open slightly. Bakugo was looming over you, arms crossed, glaring like he was about to explode.

You blinked. "Mmm?"

"It’s lunchtime!" he barked. "You seriously slept through the whole damn morning! How the hell do you function?!"

You sat up, stretching, still looking half-dead. "Mmm… brain off, instincts on."

Denki, who had been watching the interaction, snickered. "Man, Bakugo, you really love waking (Y/N) up, huh?"

Bakugo twitched. "I DON’T LOVE—!"

Kirishima patted his back. "Bro, it’s okay. You can admit it."

"SHUT UP!"

Meanwhile, you had already laid back down, completely unfazed. "Too much noise…"

Bakugo clenched his fists. "YOU'RE NOT GOING BACK TO SLEEP!"

You ignored him.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the classroom.

"Oi—"

"You’re eating lunch today, dumbass. No excuses."

Denki gasped dramatically. "Kacchan, you care about their well-being! How cute!"

Bakugo almost threw you at him.

Scenario 3: Beach Chaos (or, How (Y/N) Almost Died But Didn’t Even Notice)

The class trip to the beach was supposed to be relaxing.

It was relaxing.

Until you almost drowned.

Correction: you didn’t drown—you were just… floating away.

You had fallen asleep on a floaty, peacefully drifting further and further from shore, completely unaware that the waves had carried you away.

The class? Losing their minds.

"OH MY GOD, (Y/N)!" Mina shrieked. "THEY’RE—THEY’RE DRIFTING AWAY!"

Uraraka gasped. "Do they even know?!"

"OF COURSE NOT, THEY’RE SLEEPING!" Denki yelled.

Kirishima was already stripping off his shirt. "I’ll go get them!"

Todoroki calmly made an ice path across the water. "I’ll retrieve them."

Meanwhile, Bakugo stood on the shore, looking beyond pissed.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY SLEEPING THROUGH THIS?!" he roared.

You? Still asleep. Peaceful. Unbothered. No thoughts, only floaty.

Todoroki skated across the water, grabbed your floaty, and dragged you back to shore.

You woke up slightly as the floaty touched the sand. "Mmm…?"

"You almost drifted out to sea," Iida lectured, waving his arms. "That was extremely irresponsible!"

You yawned. "…Felt nice, though."

Bakugo twitched. "YOU ALMOST DROWNED, YOU IDIOT!"

"Mmm… but I didn’t."

The class collectively lost it.

Scenario 4: Girls’ Hangout (or, They Treat You Like a Sleepy Baby)

You weren’t sure how you ended up here.

Mina had kidnapped you (dragged you from class while you were half-asleep), and now you were at the mall with the girls.

Uraraka clapped her hands. "Okay! Shopping time!"

Momo smiled. "We should get snacks later."

Jiro glanced at you, who had been leaning on her shoulder for the last ten minutes. "Uh… is (Y/N) gonna wake up?"

Mina waved a hand. "Nah, this is normal."

Toru giggled. "They’re like a sleepy little pet."

"…I can hear you," you muttered.

Mina hugged you dramatically. "Awww, you’re so cute when you’re sleepy!"

You sighed, letting them drag you around while you dozed in and out.

You didn’t fight it. They weren’t letting you go anyway.

Scenario 5: At Home (or, How Are You Even Alive?!)

Bakugo didn’t know what to expect when he visited your apartment.

He definitely didn’t expect chaos.

Blankets everywhere.

Half-empty cups of tea on random surfaces.

Your fridge? Full of energy drinks, snacks, and exactly one actual meal.

Your laundry? A mix of clean and dirty because you forgot which was which.

Bakugo stood in your doorway, horrified. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

You sat on your couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. "Home?"

"HOW DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?!"

You shrugged. "Mmm… survival instincts?"

He was going to combust. "YOU HAVE NO INSTINCTS, DUMBASS!"

You blinked slowly at him. "Mmm. Still alive, though."

"BARELY!"

Bakugo swore, swore that from now on, he’d check on you.

Not because he cared or anything.

…Definitely not.

Scenario 6: Bakugo vs. The Sleeping Menace (Again)

"You’re fighting me today!"

"…Mmm."

Bakugo twitched. "That’s not an answer!"

You yawned, rubbing your eyes. "…Why?"

"BECAUSE I SAID SO!"

The entire class watched, amused.

Denki leaned over to Kirishima. "Five bucks says they win in three moves."

Kirishima smirked. "Two moves."

Sero chuckled. "One move."

Bakugo exploded forward.

You sighed, dodged without even looking, and accidentally knocked him out of bounds.

One move.

You yawned. "Mmm… nap time."

Denki cheered. "HA! Sero wins!"

Bakugo, lying in the dirt, screamed into the void.

The End (For Now)

Bakugo had one goal: Beat you at least once.

Your goal? Sleep.

And, maybe, tease him a little while you were at it.

Because no matter how hard he tried…

You always won.

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Title: Sleeping my way to victory

Bakugo had never met anyone as infuriating as you.

You were quiet. You were lazy. You slept through class, slept through fights, and somehow, somehow still managed to be one of the strongest people in Class 1-A.

It didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t fair.

And worst of all? You never took him seriously.

Every time he challenged you, you yawned, stretched, and beat him without even trying. It was humiliating, and he swore on his future as the number one hero that one day, he’d wipe that smug, half-asleep look off your face.

Until then, he’d keep challenging you. Over and over.

Scenario 1: A Typical School Day (ft. Bakugo Losing His Mind)

Class 1-A’s morning routine was always chaotic.

Iida was lecturing someone about being on time. Uraraka and Mina were chatting about their favorite snacks. Midoriya was furiously scribbling in his notebook.

And you?

You were fast asleep at your desk.

Like always.

Head resting on your folded arms, steady breathing, completely unfazed by the noise around you.

Bakugo, sitting one seat away, twitched violently. "HOW the hell do you sleep through this shit?! It’s morning, dumbass, wake up!"

You made a vague noise of protest, cracking one eye open to look at him. "Mmm… too early."

"IT’S NOT TOO EARLY!"

Kirishima chuckled from behind Bakugo, nudging his shoulder. "Dude, you should be used to this by now."

Denki leaned over, grinning. "Yeah, man, it’s kinda cute how much you care."

Bakugo froze. "I DON’T CARE!"

"Ohhh, sure," Denki teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "That’s why you always try to wake them up, right?"

Kirishima smirked. "Yeah, what’s up with that, huh? You like watching them sleep or something?"

Bakugo turned bright red. "I—WHAT—SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Meanwhile, you had already dozed off again, completely missing the chaos you had caused.

Scenario 2: Another Challenge, Another Loss

"Oi, lazy-ass. Get up."

You groaned, rolling onto your side on the training field’s grass. "No."

"GET UP AND FIGHT ME!"

You sighed heavily, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "Again?"

Bakugo growled, cracking his knuckles. "I swear, I’ll win this time."

You gave him a slow, amused blink. "Mmm. Didn’t you say that last time? And the time before that? And before that?"

"SHUT UP AND FIGHT ME!"

You yawned, stretching. "Fine. But if I win, you have to buy me lunch."

"LIKE HELL I—"

"You’re the one challenging me, Kacchan. It’s only fair."

He clenched his fists, then snarled, "Tch. Whatever."

The second Aizawa gave the signal, Bakugo launched himself forward, explosions propelling him toward you. His palm sparked, ready to finally land a hit—

And then—

You dodged.

Not just dodged—sidestepped without even looking, like you already knew where he was going to attack.

He gritted his teeth. "You—!"

Another explosion. Another effortless dodge.

And then, as if to mock him, you let out another yawn.

During the fight.

"Are you—ARE YOU SERIOUSLY SLEEPY RIGHT NOW?!"

"Mmm," you hummed, blinking lazily. "You move too much, Kacchan. You should try relaxing."

"RELAXING?!"

And then—before he could react—your quirk activated.

A sudden wave of pressure rippled across the battlefield, and before Bakugo knew it, he was airborne, sent flying backward by a controlled burst of your power.

He crashed into the dirt, groaning.

You rubbed your eyes, sighing. "Told you so."

Aizawa called the match. "Winner: (L/N)."

Bakugo sat up, seething. "You… lazy… bastard…"

You walked over and crouched beside him, offering a hand. "Guess you’re buying me lunch, huh?"

He slapped your hand away. "LIKE HELL I AM!"

From the sidelines, Denki and Kirishima snickered.

"Man, Bakugo, you get your ass kicked by (Y/N) a lot, huh?"

"Shut up!"

"Are you sure you’re not just doing this to spend time with them?" Denki smirked.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Scenario 3: The Simulation Training (Or, How You Slept Your Way to Victory)

U.A.’s latest training exercise was a massive simulation—designed to test endurance, battle strategy, and survival skills.

It was an all-out free-for-all.

Students had to eliminate robots, avoid hazards, and outlast each other in a controlled battlefield.

Bakugo was ready. He was determined to finally, finally beat you.

Except—

Twenty minutes in—

You were asleep.

Like, actually asleep.

Sitting on a rooftop, arms crossed, napping.

And somehow? Some-fucking-how—

You were still in first place.

Bakugo nearly had a stroke watching you take down an entire fleet of enemy bots while half-asleep. You barely moved, just flicked your fingers and redirected energy waves that erased everything in your path.

He was losing to someone who wasn’t even awake.

"OH, COME ON!"

At the end of the match, the rankings appeared on the screen:

1st Place – (L/N) (Y/N)

Bakugo stared at the scoreboard, trembling.

Denki patted his back. "Damn, dude. You lost to a sleeping person."

Kirishima grinned. "That’s gotta hurt."

Bakugo turned to you, absolutely fuming. "HOW THE HELL DID YOU EVEN WIN?!"

You blinked sleepily at him, rubbing your eyes. "Mmm… dunno. Maybe I dreamed of me winning?"

He twitched. "DREAMED?! "

You yawned again, giving him a lazy grin. "Guess you’re just not strong enough yet, Kacchan."

Bakugo’s face turned scarlet. "I SWEAR TO GOD—!"

Denki snickered. "Damn, (Y/N), you’re really good at making Bakugo mad."

Kirishima smirked. "Or flustered."

Bakugo choked. "I’M NOT FLUSTERED!"

You just shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets. "Wake me up when you’re strong enough to win, Kacchan."

And with that, you walked off—completely ignoring the way Bakugo stood there, fists clenched, steam practically coming out of his ears.

Denki grinned. "Man… he’s so down bad for them."

Kirishima nodded. "Yup. Definitely."

Bakugo whirled around, furious. "*I AM NOT!"

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Unprofessional Desires part 2

You were the picture of professionalism, always keeping a straight face and handling every task in Hawks’ agency with precision. It was your job as his assistant, after all. But Hawks had a different idea—one that involved you joining him for dinner, a coffee, or even just a walk around town.Every time he asked, you turned him down."C’mon, just one dinner," he grinned, leaning casually against your desk. "You gotta eat, don’t you?"You didn’t even look up from your paperwork. "It’s unprofessional."He sighed dramatically, ruffling his feathers. "You’re killing me here, Y/N."And so it continued. Each day, a new attempt, and each day, your firm refusal.

But Hawks wasn’t one to give up easily.Hawks had grown more persistent over time, though never crossing the line. He was determined, and you had to admit, a part of you admired his tenacity—even if it was completely unnecessary.One evening, as you finished organizing the last of the day’s reports, he appeared beside you with a takeaway bag in hand. "Not a date," he said quickly, seeing the warning look in your eyes. "Just dinner. I know you didn’t eat."You hesitated. You had skipped lunch, too busy handling agency affairs to bother. Your stomach betrayed you with a quiet growl.Hawks smirked but said nothing, simply holding out the bag.You sighed. "Fine. But this doesn’t mean anything.""Of course not, boss," he teased, settling into the chair across from you as you opened the bag. "Just two professionals having a meal."You rolled your eyes, but for the first time, you didn’t completely shut him down.Hawks had never been one to give up easily, and he certainly wasn’t about to start now. His golden eyes sparkled with mischief every time he approached you with another offer, and each time, you declined with a firm shake of your head."Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t even want to grab a quick coffee together. Strictly business, if that helps you sleep at night," Hawks teased, leaning against your desk.You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Hawks, we’ve been through this. I work for you. It wouldn’t be appropriate.""Right, right, professionalism and all that," he drawled, pushing off the desk. "But if I wasn’t your boss, then…?"You shot him a glare. "But you are. So it’s a moot point."He grinned. "Touché."Despite your refusals, Hawks never overstepped, never made you feel uncomfortable. Instead, he turned the whole ordeal into a playful back-and-forth, something that, against your better judgment, you found yourself almost looking forward to.Then came the night of the gala. A high-profile event filled with heroes, politicians, and influential figures. As Hawks’ assistant, it was your job to ensure everything went smoothly, to keep him on schedule and out of trouble. Easier said than done."You look stunning," he remarked as you joined him, dressed in an elegant yet professional ensemble.You gave him a warning glance. "Don’t start."Hawks smirked. "I didn’t say anything. Just making an observation."The night progressed without a hitch—until Hawks, in true Hawks fashion, went off-script. During a lull in the event, he pulled you aside to the balcony, the city lights casting a golden glow over everything."Just hear me out," he said, his usual playfulness subdued. "I get why you keep saying no. I respect it. But I also think you’re using it as an excuse."You stiffened. "It’s not an excuse, Hawks. It’s the truth."He studied you, his gaze softer than usual. "Maybe. But maybe you’re scared, too."You swallowed hard. "And if I am?""Then let me prove to you that this isn’t just some passing interest. That I actually care about you."You searched his face for any sign of deceit, but there was none. Just earnestness and something far more dangerous—hope.For the first time, you didn’t immediately refuse him."One date," you finally said, barely above a whisper.His eyes lit up, his wings twitching in excitement. "You won’t regret it."You weren’t so sure about that. But as Hawks grinned at you like you had just given him the world, you thought… maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t regret it either.

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Unprofessional Desires

The sound of typing echoed through the agency’s office, the rhythmic clacking of keys blending with the distant hum of conversation outside the glass walls. You sat at your desk, eyes glued to the screen as you processed Hawks’ latest mission reports. Efficiency was your language, professionalism your creed, and nothing—not even the Number Two Pro Hero’s relentless flirting—would shake that.

Yet, here he was. Again.

Keigo “Hawks” Takami leaned against your desk, wings half-folded, golden eyes filled with mischief as he grinned down at you.

“So, I was thinking sushi tonight. There’s a new place in town, and I’d love some good company,” he drawled, tilting his head in that infuriatingly charming way.

You didn’t even pause in your typing. “No, thank you, sir.”

He clicked his tongue. “Cold as ever, huh? Come on, I’m your boss. That means you kinda have to say yes.”

Now, you did stop typing. You turned to him, giving him a level stare. “That would be an abuse of power, sir.”

Hawks threw his head back with a laugh, the motion causing a few red feathers to flutter onto your desk. “I like the way you say that. ‘Sir.’ All stern and proper. Ever think of loosening up a little, Y/N?”

“My professionalism is what keeps this agency running smoothly. Unlike some people, I take my job very seriously.”

Hawks placed a hand over his heart, feigning injury. “Ouch. I take my job seriously too! You think I don’t work hard?”

“You take your hero work seriously,” you corrected, turning back to your screen. “Everything else? Questionable.”

Hawks chuckled. “Touché. But you know, Y/N, there’s more to life than just work.”

“Not for me,” you replied, shutting down yet another attempt.

It didn’t stop there.

Hawks was nothing if not persistent. Over the next few weeks, he found every excuse to ask you out.

“I got two VIP tickets to a concert. It’d be a shame to waste them.”

“No, thank you, sir.”

“The agency Christmas party is coming up. You and me—best dressed duo?”

“I’ll be working the event, sir.”

“I saved a kitten today. That means I deserve a reward, right? Dinner?”

“You have an entire fan club willing to reward you, sir.”

At some point, even the other sidekicks started noticing. Mirai, one of the rookies, whispered to you in passing, “You know, people would kill for a date with him.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m not interested,” you had replied, shutting down the conversation just as efficiently as you did Hawks’ invitations.

One evening, after an especially grueling day at the agency, you found yourself still at your desk long after everyone else had gone home. The sky outside was painted in deep hues of orange and purple, and the city lights flickered to life below.

Hawks appeared again, but this time, he wasn’t leaning against your desk with a smirk. He held two steaming cups of coffee, placing one beside you without a word.

You glanced up, wary. “What’s this?”

“Peace offering,” he said, pulling up a chair. “No date talk. Just coffee.”

You hesitated before taking a sip. The warmth seeped through your fingers, and for once, you allowed yourself a small moment of reprieve.

Hawks studied you for a long moment before speaking. “You ever wonder why I keep asking?”

You sighed. “Because you enjoy pushing my buttons?”

He chuckled but shook his head. “Nah. It’s because you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like I’m something untouchable. You don’t care about the fame, the hero title, the charm—none of it works on you. And for once, I kinda like that.”

You frowned. “And that makes you want to date me?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’ with a grin. “Because you’re real. And I think I need that.”

You stared at him for a long moment before shaking your head. “It’s still unprofessional.”

He smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep asking until you change your mind.”

And somehow, you knew he would.

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Care

Dabi x reader

Warning: none

The scent of antiseptic filled the dimly lit room as you prepared fresh bandages. You knew the routine by now—Dabi would show up in the dead of night, barely standing, his body covered in fresh burns and wounds from whatever reckless stunt he had pulled. And you, his reluctant but ever-present nurse, would patch him up without question.Sure enough, the door creaked open, and he staggered in, his usual cocky smirk barely hiding the exhaustion in his mismatched eyes. "Hope you weren’t waiting up for me, Nurse. Would hate to think I’m keeping you up at night."You rolled your eyes but still guided him to sit down. "Shirt off," you instructed, already grabbing disinfectant."Oof. No dinner first?"

he teased, though he winced as he peeled the burnt fabric away from his skin."You’re impossible," you muttered, shaking your head. "One of these days, I won’t be here to fix you up."Dabi chuckled lowly. "Nah, you will be. You care too much."Your hands froze for a fraction of a second before continuing their work. He always did this—tossing out words that unsettled you, that made you question how much he actually knew about the effect he had on you."Someone has to keep you from falling apart," you shot back, trying to regain control of the conversation.Dabi hummed in response, watching you intently. "That so? What if I like it when you fuss over me?"You ignored the heat creeping up your neck as you finished securing the bandages. "Then stop getting yourself killed so I won’t have to."For once, he didn’t respond with a quip. Instead, he reached up, his hand brushing against your wrist—brief, fleeting, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. His smirk softened just a little, and for a moment, Dabi wasn’t just the villain you patched up in the dead of night. He was something else—something raw and broken beneath the ashes."Thanks, Nurse," he murmured, before leaning back with a sigh. "Guess I’ll try not to die just yet."You sighed, shaking your head. "Yeah, well… see that you don’t."Even if you knew this cycle would never really end, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go just yet.The next time he showed up, it was worse. His breathing was ragged, his coat barely clinging to his burned frame. You barely had time to scold him before he collapsed against you, his weight pressing heavily onto your shoulders."Dabi!" you gasped, struggling to lower him onto the cot. His usual smirk was nowhere to be found, his face pale beneath the harsh lighting."Tch… don’t look at me like that," he muttered, voice weaker than you’d ever heard it. "It’s not like I planned to get this banged up."Your chest tightened as you grabbed more supplies, working faster than before. "Idiot," you whispered under your breath. "Why do you keep doing this?"Dabi let out a weak chuckle, his head lolling to the side. "Because I don’t know how to stop."Your hands trembled as you stitched him up, the reality of his recklessness sinking in deeper than ever. He was a man teetering on the edge, and yet, some part of you knew he wouldn’t let himself fall completely—not as long as you were here to pull him back.As you finished bandaging his wounds, you brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering just a little too long.His eyes fluttered open, unfocused but searching. "Hey, Nurse…?""Yeah?" you whispered.A ghost of a smirk crossed his lips, but his next words were softer than ever. "You’re the only place that feels real."Your breath caught, but before you could respond, he had already slipped into unconsciousness.And just like that, you realized—you weren’t just patching up his body. You were holding together the last fragments of whatever was left of him.

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fixing

Boothill x Reader

Tsundere Reader

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The clang of metal against metal echoed through the dimly lit garage, the scent of oil and smoke thick in the air. You wiped the grease from your hands, squinting at the battered frame before you. Boothill sat slouched in the makeshift chair, his body a patchwork of scars, bruises, and more than a few busted servos.“You sure took a beating this time,” you huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at him. “What did you do now, run headfirst into a warzone?”Boothill smirked, his ever-present cockiness unshaken. “Missed me that much, huh?” Your face instantly burned, and you turned away with a scoff. “As if! I just don’t want to waste my time fixing you every damn day, idiot.”He let out a low chuckle.

“Sure, sure. And here I thought you enjoyed our little sessions together.”You grabbed your wrench a little too forcefully, muttering under your breath as you worked on tightening his servos. Your hands moved deftly over his cybernetic enhancements, replacing fried circuits and securing loose plates. The whirring of machinery filled the air, but Boothill’s gaze never left you.“You should be more careful,” you grumbled, focusing on a deep gash along his shoulder. “One day, I won’t be able to put you back together.”He leaned in slightly, voice laced with amusement. “Aw, worried about me? I knew you cared.”Your grip on the wrench tightened. “Shut up before I ‘accidentally’ remove a piece you actually need.”His laughter was warm and teasing, and despite yourself, you felt your heart race. He always did this—pushing your buttons, getting under your skin, and somehow making you care more than you wanted to admit.“You ever think about quitting?” he asked suddenly, voice quieter.You froze for just a moment before scoffing. “What, fixing you up? I should. You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”Boothill grinned. “Ouch. And here I thought we had something special.”Your cheeks flared red again. “I-idiot! Stop saying weird things!”He chuckled, clearly enjoying every flustered reaction he pulled from you. “Guess that means we’re stuck with each other, huh?”You rolled your eyes but kept working, mumbling about insufferable cowboys under your breath. Maybe he was right. Maybe neither of you could leave this life behind. But as long as Boothill kept coming back in pieces, you’d be there to put him back together.And, maybe, just maybe, he was piecing your heart together in the process.A comfortable silence settled between you as you worked, the occasional hum of machinery the only sound. Boothill, for once, wasn’t talking, just watching you with a gaze softer than you were used to.“Hey,” he murmured, breaking the silence. “You ever wonder what’d happen if I wasn’t so reckless?”You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Then I’d be out of a job, obviously.”Boothill smirked. “So you do like having me around.”Your hands paused for the briefest moment before you quickly returned to your work. “Shut up and sit still, you idiot. I’m almost done.”He chuckled again, leaning his head back with a satisfied grin. “Yeah, yeah… take your time. I kinda like it when you fuss over me.”You turned your back to him, hoping he didn’t catch the way your face burned. He always had a way of getting under your skin—but maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind it as much as you pretended to.

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🌹Knight’s Eternal Oath 🌹

Argenti x Reader

The kingdom stood proud, its towers piercing the heavens, a beacon of strength and prosperity. Within its grand castle, you—the beloved princess—resided. Your days were filled with laughter, your nights with whispered dreams, but beneath the silk and gold, an affliction had long hidden at your vitality.

The only one who truly saw your pain was Argenti. Your knight, your protector, your closest companion. He had sworn himself to your service, but in truth, his heart had long belonged to you.

One evening, as the autumn leaves drifted through the open windows, you found yourself in the royal gardens, your strength waning with each passing day. Argenti knelt before you, concern evident in his violet eyes.

“My princess,” he murmured, voice laced with sorrow. “You are pale… Have you taken your medicine today?”

You smiled faintly, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “I fear medicine can no longer halt the inevitable, my knight.”

His breath hitched. “Do not speak of such things. There must be a way—we will find it, I swear upon my blade.”

But deep down, you both knew. The sickness had tightened its grip, and no vow, no blade, could sever it.

Days passed, each one stealing more of your strength. Yet, Argenti remained by your side, his presence unwavering. He would read to you, sing of his victories in battle, remind you of the flowers in the royal gardens—anything to keep your mind away from the inevitable.

One fateful night, the castle halls were silent, save for the soft murmurs between you and Argenti. He held your hand, as if by sheer will, he could keep you tethered to life.

“You have always been my light, my guiding star,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Without you… I am but a sword without a cause.”

Tears welled in your eyes. “You must live, Argenti. Protect the kingdom… protect our people. Promise me.”

His grip tightened around your fingers. “I swear it.”

With a final, peaceful sigh, you closed your eyes, a serene smile on your lips as you drifted into eternal slumber. The morning sun rose over Eryndor, but for Argenti, the world had dimmed forever.

The knight did not weep before the court, nor did he falter in his duty. But in the solitude of the royal gardens, beneath the tree where you had often sat together, he knelt, pressing his forehead to the earth where your spirit lingered.

“My princess,” he murmured, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Though you have left this world, I shall carry your memory in my heart until my dying breath.”

And so, Argenti fought not just for his kingdom, but for you. His blade sang through battlefields, his spirit unwavering, for he had sworn to protect all that you had loved.

Even in death, you remained his guiding star.

Years passed, yet Argenti never allowed himself to love another. He rose through the ranks, earning renown across the land, yet the hollow ache in his heart never faded. Every evening, after his duties were fulfilled, he would return to the royal gardens, whispering stories of his battles to the wind, as if you could still hear him.

On the anniversary of your passing, he stood before the kingdom, now a decorated general, his sword raised in silent tribute. The people cheered for their noble hero, but he looked only to the sky, where the stars shimmered like your eyes once did.

One fateful night, as Argenti stood beneath the great tree, his body weary from countless wars, he felt a warmth unlike any other. A soft breeze caressed his cheek, and for the first time in years, he swore he heard your voice, gentle as ever.

“Argenti… I have waited for you.”

A tired smile graced his lips. With one final breath, he closed his eyes, his soul finally finding peace. When the morning sun rose over the kingdom once more, the people found their beloved knight resting beneath the tree, his expression serene, as if he had finally reunited with his princess in the afterlife.

And so, the legend of Argenti and his princess was passed down through generations, a tale of love so strong, it defied even death.

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It's the thought that counts

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Boothill x GN reader

Comfort? Fluff? Idk ૧(ꂹີωꂹີૂ)

This ones short so I'm sorry lol

Spoiler warning⚠⚠ idk???

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He thought that He hates it. He despises being unable to return to his former self and look at his metalic body,looking on the reminders of his past... It's all in the past.

He wished for his human body desperately, yearning for his natural voice and the warmth of another human's touch on his now lost flesh. It's a constant reminder of what he's lost, not just his body, but also his home planet and family.

"Are you ok?"

The question caught Boothill off guard, his shoulders tensing. It's quite obvious that he has a problem in his mind right now.

"Of course I'm fine -" he says nonchalantly.

"Dont lie to me,i can tell there's a problem."

Boothill sighs, realizing there’s no point in hiding it ."Fudge, ya got me." he mutters. "Ya right..."He says, his voice dropping to a barely audible whisper, "it’s... frustrating’."

Leaning your head to his hard metalic shoulder "I know it's not much"

Boothill glances down at you, your head gently resting on his shoulder, and his face remains stoic for a few moments.He knows he can’t feel it. It’s just a cold surface. But Boothill’s always been good at pretending things, so he pretends your head is warm. pretending it’s soft and gentle flesh against his."Well..."

he says after awhile, a slight smile now tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I do appreciate it Y/n "

Enjoying the comfortable silence and the share warmth that you give putting your one hand to the one that is what's left apart of him being...human.

" it's the thought that count's,right?" Smiling gently

Going silent and a little suprise to what you have said and by the sweet actions you showed, stunned by what you're doing. You're trying to give him your warmth. Even though you obviously know he can't feel it,his face is where he can feel you. he knows too, yet, it's the thought that really matters."I guess it does," he says simply, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. "Appreciate it. "

*even if I can't feel your hand in mine,just by you being there by my side is enough for me.*

*even if I can't share my warmth, ill never fail to show my love and appreciation in other ways*

*even if I know that the fact that you can't hear my heart beat so you could hear it beats for you,i hope you know that if I do still have it I wish you knew it will beat loudly for you and only you... *

*after all...its the thought that counts.*

Boothill doesn't say more. He misses having a human body . But that’s no longer possible to get it back

But you being there on his side is enough for him...

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He's kinda cute?

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Sampo x gn reader ( gender neutral)

Warning ⚠⚠⚠ n/a

haaa Tsundere reader?

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Another day has come and yet why does this annoying yet cute dark blue haired man always finds his way to annoying you and your day..

Sampo's expertise is tempting to seek out, or easy for someone else to approach him but becoming his "customer" can be risky. Knowing him he will just sweet talk the people and try to get away with whatever problems he has got himself into again.

you heard his voice calling you from afar

*please please don't follow me,* you thought as you try desperately to walk away from him but only for you to fail.

....

" are you joking me right now? "

Sampo snickered at her response, clearly amused by her reaction."Oh, I never joke about things when it comes to you "He said as he took a step closer to you.

his gaze locked onto you, not backing down even an inch.

You step back but only for him to step closer yet again

*he's too close!!!* trying to keep a straight face,trying not to show that he has a huge effect on you

He flashed a sly smile, his eyes full of mischief. " I knew I'd find you here... "

"how the hell did you know i was here?"

Sampo chuckled at your reply. clearly enjoying getting some sort of reaction out of you. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest."Oh, my dear, I know many things. Some might say I’m a master of observation." He smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief."And as for how I knew you were here... let’s just say I have my way,I can't just go telling other people my secret ya know~."

"Wow totally not creepy at all" giving a sarcastic tone at your voice as you look at him with a blank face.

"Oh, come on Y/n! I prefer the term ‘resourceful.’"He chuckled, clearly enjoying the conversation you two are having right now. "And speaking of resources, I have a question for you." Raising a eyebrow at him you said " and that is? "

Sampo pushed himself off from the wall, approaching you with a smirk still on his face."It’s quite a simple question, really. Just one question..."He paused for a moment, his gaze looking on you"Do you trust me?"

" what the heck is that sort of question?!"

*What the heck is he on about?! Wait wait is he asking me out?! Wait what?! Hold on a minute Y/n ! You don't have time for being delusional * *sigh I guess reading all those fan fiction is making me lose my mind*

Sampo chuckled. He took a step closer, now standing only a few inches away from you. "Because I have a proposal for you, one that might benefit both of us."

*gasp marriage perhaps!?* *aghh!!!! Y/n stop stop!!! Stop thinking about this thing he might take advantage of you!*

*sigh but he's kinda cute and funny and - *

*I said stop!*

"If you're gonna invite me to scam some poor people then I'm out " you reply , inside of you is screaming at yourself for replying a little rude to him

*my goodness Y/n atleast let him finish don't just go thinking the worst *

Sampo chuckled, amused by her feisty attitude."Oh, my dear, Y/n scamming is just one aspect of my craft. There's so much more to life than that."

*ok never mind*

He took a step back, a sly smile playing on his lips."No, I have something else in mind for you. Something that'll give you a taste of the good life."

*good life? Ahhh a married life with h-*

"Ahh yeah total not gonna steal something with you if Gepard finds out you will be so much trouble! You know that and it's not like I'm saying this because I care about you or anything! "

*i do care (╥ω╥`) about you sampo*

Sampo’s smile only grew wider at their response. He chuckled, clearly amused by Y/n's concern for his safety."Oh, my lovely Y/n. You're absolutely right, I would be in for some serious trouble if Gepard finds out. But that's part of the thrill and excitement, isn’t it?"He leaned in close, his voice lowering to a whisper."Besides, I know how to keep things in control , Gepard won't even know about what's coming hehehe"

"Nope I'm out". Walking away yet again not because you want to get away from him but not to show your flattered face in front of him

You look like a tomato from afar.

Sampo watches you walk away, disappointment momentarily flickering across his face. He lets out a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest."Oh, come on, don’t be like that!" he calls after you. a hint of irritation in his voice.He takes a few strides, quickly catching up to you. He grabs your arm gently but firmly, preventing you from walking further away anymore

*he's touching me!!! It's like one of the romance novals where the other protagonist catch up to the main character and tell them 'i love you' *

*get a hold of your self Y/n!!!*

*Sigh* turning around you...

You Glared t him " let. Go."

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*no no no (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣ᴺᴼᴼ~ that wasn't I wanted to say!!!!*

Sampo meets your glare.

With q smirk, clearly enjoying the challenge."Now, now, no need to get so feisty."He doesn’t release his grip on your arm, his hand remaining firm but not painful."I can’t just let you walk away like that, especially after that delightful conversation we were having." What the heck is wrong with him

"Tch... To me more like a bug that's annoying me" crossing your arms

Sampo’s smirk only widens at the insult, the challenge sparking something in him. He steps even closer, invading your oh so loved personal space."A bug, hm? That’s quite the comparison. I’d say I’m more of a prince charming." He leans in closer, his voice lowering to a soft murmur."And you can’t deny that you find me intriguing, even just a little bit. I'm right am I? "

"I- I don't -" with a flasterd face now failing to hide the redness in your face

Sampo grins, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth banter. He leans in even closer, his face now inches away from hers."Oh, come now, don’t deny it, my dear Y/n. Your heart is racing, your cheeks are red. You can’t fool me."He brings a hand up, gently cupping your cheek."You find me exciting. intriguing in your own little way. Admit it~... " he said with a smirk looking straight in your eyes

"W- well I don't know what you are talking about!!! I'm going to buy some materials anyways for Pela, and don't follow me!" Walking away from him with how hot and flasterd you are feeling you can just imagine there might be a possible that steam will come on top of your head.

a mischievous shimmer in his eyes."Oh, you wound me so with your rejection, my dear Y/n .But I suppose you have responsibilities to attend to."He leans back against the nearest wall, crossing his arms."I won’t follow, for now. But I do hope our paths cross again soon. It’s dreadfully dull in this city without someone with your... flair."

*Why does he have to be so...so... CUTE!?

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"A Beautiful Dream"

This is a gender neutral reader so every reader is welcome

"Hmmm just one more cake"

Argenti gave you a disapproving look, a sigh escaping from his lips.

"Your Highness, that's already one too many. If you eat any more, you might upset your stomach."

Yet, even with his words, your charm and (E/c) , and the cute face you make whenever you pout in front of him, never failed to make him give in to you easily.

"But just.. a tiny more won't hurt, I suppose... " he said, and reluctantly, grabbed a small cake and handed it over to you.

"Yay ~! Hmmm maybe some tart next? Or strawberry jam? Oh maybe some pie?! How about macaroon do we have some?! " you ask As you list down the possible dessert you can have again for later.

Argenti internally facepalm himself for giving in so easily into you.

just with a little pout from your adorable cute face. Damn you, for being so charming.

He let out a heavy sigh, seeing you list out every possible sweet that could come to mind. "Your Highness.... you will get a stomachache for sure if you keep that up..." he said with a bit of concern in his tone, but with a small defeated smile, he grabbed another tart and handed it to you anyway.

"But this is a guilty pleasure of mine! I deserve it, I mean I don't always get sweets so I wanna enjoy this moment"

Argenti's heart melted at your words, your face was just too damn adorable to say no to."*sigh* ...I suppose you're right, Your Highness. You've been working hard lately.. so you do deserve this moment of sweet indulgence. As your knight though, I'll try to keep it in moderation for you. But no complaints if you get a stomachache later, okay? "

Letting go of the spoon that you've use for eating all the lovely dessert,you look at Argenti in the eyes and said " can I ask you something?"

"Of course you may, Your Highness," Argenti replied.

giving you his full attention. "Go ahead, what is that you would like to ask me?" He asked.

'Why do you always stay around me? I mean what happens one day if I'm gone what are you gonna do? "

Argenti's usual stoic face turned into a bit more serious expression, his eyes looking straight into your own."What would I do if you're gone...?" He repeated the question in a low voice, his grip on the sword tightened a bit.He paused for a moment and spoke in a firm, almost solemn tone. "My purpose is to serve you and protect you, Your Highness. If you're gone, that would be like...a big part of me is gone as well. I'll never let that happen, no matter what. Ever." He answered you with a soft smile on him.

You sigh. "Argenti, dont you wanna live a life the way ya want like maybe explore where you want? Or perhaps go to other galaxies? "

"Meet new people? Different and unique types of people?"

Argenti let out a small sigh..

His expression softened a bit."Sometimes, It does cross my mind... to live a life of my own, to explore and find my own path." He said

but shook his head."But my destiny was to be your knight, Your Highness. To protect you, serve you, and be at your side through everything. That's my life purpose, and I wouldn't trade it for something else. You're the most important person in my life, and that will never change, ever! " you gave argenti a soft but sad smile.

At the sight of you feeling touched by his words, Argenti's lips twitched into a light, gentle smile. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Forgive me for being too blunt with my words. sincerity, Your Highness. But I believe you must know how important you truly are to me," he said, his voice low and gentle. "You're like a...precious treasure to me, one I will always do everything in my power to protect you. Truly the most beautiful one in the whole galaxy"

"You don't have to always be there, You don't have to always think about me, One day when I've come to be no longer in this galaxy please don't be sad... Think only about you and not me. I want you to live a life where you can do what you want I wanna let you go now but knowing you, you won't accept that and just continue being there" holding Aregentis hand and giving it a soft Squeeze as you look up at him

Argenti was caught off guard by your words, his eyes widened in surprise. He took a moment to process them, his usually stoic expression faltering."Your...Highness...what you're saying....? "

He could barely speak, his grip on you tightened a little.The thought of you not being there, his mind refused to even think about it. He couldn't accept the idea, and it showed on his face."No. I can't do that... I can't just let you go. You're everything to me! "

"Wake up"

Argenti's face turned pale at your words, his grip on your shoulder tightened even more."What do you... mean?" He asked, his voice was low and shaky.His eyes filled with worry and confusion, unable to understand why you are talking like that to him."Please...." he started, his voice was almost pleading. "Please..."

You know I admire you truly. Very much Argenti,Finding every beauty on everything and everyone around you, I admire you for that.But I wish for the fact you would just accept it"

"*sigh* look around you... "

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Argenti's heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound of your sigh, and the next words you said chilled him to the core. How could you be gone? How could you say something like that?

He desperately hold your hand tighter, as if afraid you might disappear at any moment if he let's go of you.

Wake up.

Argenti's eyes widen in surprise, his breath caught in his throat. He looked around and realized that...you were nowhere to be seen.He was all by himself in the empty room, holding onto nothing but air."No... I....your Highness?" his voice was low and shaky, as he slowly realized he was hallucinating you, just like he had done a few times... "

His heart wrenched in his chest as he remembered how you looked standing in front of him a few minutes ago. The sound of your voice, the sight of your smile. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold you again, but he knew it was all just a illusion.He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself . "Just a beautiful dream" he says to himself..

he opened his eyes and looked around the empty room again, as if expecting to see your figure suddenly appear. But of course, he was met with nothing again.He clenched his fists tightly, his heart heavy with sorrow and grief. He had come to the painful realization that you were indeed gone, and that he was just imagining you all along.

He lowered his head, his body slumped down on the floor as the weight of his grief hit him in full force. He felt so alone, so lost without you by his side. His love, his everything, his ( Y/n) , his Idrila...

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