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cryptidghostgirl · 10 months ago

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What Can I Do For You? (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Prompt: what if the deal restricting Alastor's powers is with you? haha, unless....

Warnings: THIS IS NOT SMUT. However, there will be some abusive/unhealthy relationship things obvi. One (1) bad word (I think).

Word count: 1,855

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A/N this is just a reminder that I do accept requests if anyone is interested!

She was waiting there for him when he got back. Of course she was. Sitting in the chair of his recording studio, leaned back and casual. She acted like she owned the place.

It had been a few weeks since she'd sent him to the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor still didn't know the reasons but, him confirming the success of his appointment of the place had been the last time they'd spoken, it had been the last time he had seen her.

Quietly, Alastor pulled himself from the door way, his heart pounding frantically, halfway between anger and something akin to joy. He walked up to her, his hands placidly clasped behind his back. Stopping a few feet away, she turned to face him.

There it was, that sickly smile. Part of what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. There was a reason Alastor had avoided intimacy, love, complex feelings like that for so long and it was because he knew they made him weak. If he cared, he always thought, his enemies could use the object of his care against him. Simple as that.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think that it was the hypothetical person he might care for who would use his affections to their advantage. He had been naïve. He had been a fool.

The red light from the night sky crashed against her face, throwing her features into sharp contrast. She crossed her legs, the length of her skirt revealing her thighs just the slightest bit above her laced combat boots. She tilted her head slightly to the side. She was beautiful, just as beautiful as the day he'd met her.

That had all been part of the act as well, being small and afraid under the grips of that man. Alastor had heard her scream and found them in the ally. He had killed the man, reaching a hand out to the trembling demon. Hesitantly, she had taken it.

"I've been waiting." she hummed, her voice warm and inviting but with a cold sharp under-layer.

It was the voice someone had when they held a knife behind their back, knew they had the trump card, knew they couldn't loose. When he had first met the woman twelve years before, it had pulled him in. There was a curious depth to it he just couldn't help but want to uncover, need to uncover.

"My apologies." he softly replied, "If I had known, I would have come sooner."

Her smile widened, matching his own in its wildness. Sharp teeth, sharp eyes, sharp heart. Every fiber of his being told him to pick an option, fight or flight. He kept it all at bay, there was no other option. Not any more.

"I know." she hummed, taunting him, "You're quiet domesticated now."

There had been a time when her saying something like that might have made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. There had been a time where the word, domesticated, would have meant in love and together, not bound to her side for all eternity.

Now it just made Alastor feel sick to his stomach. Shame rose within him, making his cheeks glow pink. She chuckled at the sight.

"Now that's a sight that never gets old."

"What?"

"The feared Radio Demon, one of the most powerful overlords in all of Hell -- ashamed."

Alastor didn't reply. After a moment, she sighed, pulling herself to her feet. She circled him like a mad dog, like she was stalking prey. He didn't watch her, but his ears twitched, following the sound of her footsteps. She came to a stop behind him.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, clearing his throat.

She reached up, grabbing his shoulders gently in her hands. Even after all this time, all these years, all that had happened, he melted at her touch. That's what five years of building trust, forging love, did. Even if the seven after were hell, even if she had tricked him, betrayed him, time and time again, Alastor couldn't help it. He was weak and pliant beneath her skilled touch.

"What, I can't just check in on my favorite pet?" she asked innocently, rubbing his shoulders gently.

"Y/n..." Alastor sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides, "please, just tell me what you want."

She abruptly stopped in her movements at the sound of her name. It was a rare gift to hear it from someone's lips other than her own. Hell's Hunter Demon didn't share her true name, didn't reveal her face to anyone. It had been part of the trust building, the day she had finally given both to him.

When he had first met her, he had recognized her immediately from the stories. Alastor was on the verge of killing her, adding her voice to the broadcast to prove his power but, seeing the way she shook stopped him. He had smiled to himself, he had thought he had learned a secret about one of the most feared overlords in Hell besides himself. He had thought he had the upper hand.

"Say it again."

"Y/n."

She had been so sweet at first, so docile. He was set on getting her soul, making her subservient. The longer he had lain in wait to enact his little plan, the more he had gotten to know her. Y/n had a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, she was clever and had a kind side to her that she hid well. It hadn't taken much for him to realize he was falling in love.

That had been terrifying, the first truly scary thing the Radio Demon had encountered since arriving in Hell. It had tortured him for months and he'd consulted every one he knew and trusted on the matter. Finally, Rosie was the one who had convinced him to just tell her, had told him she might feel the same way too. As much as he wanted to blame Rosie for that, Alastor couldn't bring himself to. She hadn't known, they'd both been in the dark, captivated by her sweet austere brilliance.

They had gotten a few happy moments together, a few blissful years. There had been time before she had revealed her true colors and what a lovely time it had been.

A shiver trickled down both their spines in the silence, the sound of his tongue forming the syllables of her name bringing back memories of brighter times. She took her hands from his shoulders, coming to stand before him once again.

Y/n was a book in a language he didn't know, an undeciphered code. Mouth drawn into a thin line, hands daintily placed on her hips, he watched her as she watched him. Unbidden thoughts, unbidden memories, the same ones as always, filtered into his mind. He couldn't help but wonder now, as he had a hundred times before, if it had all truly been a lie. If it had all been some ruse to get what she wanted.

Alastor had to admit, she had gotten him fair and square. Y/n had had him so absolutely wrapped-around-her-pinky-finger in love that she hadn't even been the one to bring up the deal. He had thought he was being sweet, romantic even. It was unfamiliar territory for the man and it had been important. He had fretted over the right way to ask her for weeks.

When he finally had, she was ecstatic at the idea of them joining souls, of giving themselves so fully and completely over to one another. A contract for each of them, an equal exchange.

As a sign of good faith, a mistake he would never be making again, Alastor had offered to go first. When the green smoke had lifted from their clasped hands and he had first caught sight of her face, of her wicked grin, he knew he had fucked up.

Y/n stepped up to him. With a gentle hand, she wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye. Alastor hadn't even realized it had been there, so preoccupied with his own pity. He held his smile strong as she examined the little drop of salt water on her finger, smiling ruefully.

"What do I want from you." she mused softly to herself, "Well, I think I already have everything, wouldn't you agree?"

A green chain materialized in her hand as she spoke, the tear hitting it, melding with the metal as it became solid and she grasped it firmly. With a tug, she sent Alastor to the floor. He fell to his knees harshly, the impact reverberating through his bones.

He had loved her once. Now, looking up at her, he loved her still. He was a fool, through and through. Not because of his persisting love but because of his persisting hope, the fact that he had trusted her. The fact that he still trusted her. The fact that after everything, it somehow still made him the slightest bit joyful to see Y/n smiling and know he was the cause.

More than anything, he wanted to ask her if she regretted what had happened, what she had done. Alastor held his tongue. Even if she was, it was too late. There was no point in asking.

"I can't keep doing this." was what he chose to say instead, his voice was barley more than a whisper.

Y/n's smile fell, her eye brows raised as she crouched down in front of him, pulling the chain tight between them. She delicately placed a finger beneath his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"It doesn't matter. You will."

He knew she was right. Curse or no curse, he would come when she called.

"What can I do for you?" he asked again, his tone resolute.

"You can burn."

And burn he did.

There was a reason Alastor had avoided intimacy, it was because he had been afraid of it. A secret part of him had always yearned, a secret part that even now still felt fulfilled at her gentle touch. All along, he had been right that love would destroy him. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that it would have happened in this way or, that after everything, he would still care for the woman in question, his captor.

"Ask me again." she commanded.

"What can I do for you?"

He had been naïve, a fool.

"You can rot for all I care. Ask me again."

He was a fool still. A fool in love, a fool destroyed.

"What can I do for you?"

His breaths were labored, his heart open and bloodied. Y/n held it in the palms of her hands, given willingly. She radiated power crouched before him, holding his head close to hers with the chain.

"You can obey. Will you?"

"Yes."

The metal, cold and heavy, tugged against his neck, bruising the bone of his spine.

"For how long?"

"Forever."

There was no hesitation in his voice. A smile split her face in two, wicked and hungry.

"Good."

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cute-sucker · 8 months ago

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birthday boy

[30.3.2024]

note: haha once again this is so self indulgent, but i love it so much so like >>> (please let me know if y'all want a party 2) words: 2k warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, angst :)

"hey! [name], come 'ere!" a voice yelled after you.

you were putting on your lipgloss, lips puckered and shiny.

you knew exactly who it was, but you chugged your drink and then kept walking even as you heard the light footsteps of a teenage boy. you couldn't help but roll your eyes, infuriated at the only one and only rafe.

"i'm not your lap dog, rafe!" you said through gritted teeth, as he reached you. finally, you turned and stopped to see rafe's arrogant face.

he glanced at your face, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips.

it was the bonfire at kildare. the one place where kooks and pogues went to party all night. of course rafe was here, and you were there to have fun and get loose and if he created some sort of problem for you, you'd sack him in the eye. maybe a blossoming blue bruise would look great on his 'perfectly,' simetral face. your brother had taught you to defend yourself in the summer, and you wondered what your nasty hook would do to hid face.

"make it snappy," you said glaring at him. he looked unfazed, smirking.

"as lovely as always, aren't you?" he flirted, leaning against the wall. the expensive watch on his wrist glinted in the light.

"speak."

finally, he gave up sighing dramatically, looking as if he was going to fess up. though he looked incredibly cocky.

"come to my birthday party. it's on the 19th" he told you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. the nerve he had!

you groaned, "no."

surprise flashed across his face, and then something like challenge flickered in his eyes.

"but i'm a very good boy," he pouted.

"could you kindly fuck off?" then you turned around, strutting to your friends. you wanted to say you weren't blushing, as your heart stuttered violently at his voice.

rafe would be the end of you.

10 years ago.

"rafe! where are you?" you called, your 8 year voice squeaking with fear. you felt frantic, your small thudding. rafe and you were inseparable, and in that same fashion you had made him a hand turkey and he hung in his cubby.

that was true friendship.

and now he was gone.

"[name]?" a small voice called. it was rafe hiding near the bushes.

you ran as fast as your tiny legs could carry you. rafe eyes were pink from crying, and you felt yourself tearing up, as your hands trembled.

"rafe? what happened?" you asked gasping. he was crouching, his little hands red.

now he peered up at you with watering eyes.

"i fell."

the red welts on his hands and knees bled so properly you cried out in fear.

"c'mon let's go to ms. asha!" you yelled and held out your sticky hand. he took it, and the two of you hobbled away.

when you reached your teacher, rafe told her all about your help. he smiled at you, as you found yourself blushing.

"a sticker for your bravery," ms. asha fussed, giving you and rafe two firefighter stickers.

"did you save him?" benny asked you, her eyes wide with wonder. you pushed from the admiring tone and felt your heart swelter with pride. benny was so smart, and for her to be admiring you...that was everything a kid wanted.

rafe nodded, rubbing his knee, a sweet smile on his face.

"yeah," you whispered out, as you puffed out your chest. you were a hero.

2 years ago.

you were nervous. it was after 8 years that you were going to go to the same school as benny and rafe. after second grade, your parents took you to europe for your studies. only plans had changed and now here you were in america.

in america, looking at kildare academy with it's daunting building and high standards.

"she'll be in good hands," the principal chuckled. your parents smiled, and you wanted to go back tightly holding your mother's hand.

you winced, as your mother slowly unwrapped your fingers from hers. she kneeled to kiss you on the forehead.

"you'll do great things here. i mean-" then she gave your father an adoring look, "it's where the two of us met."

then your principal led them away, as your parents waved goodbye.

here was your future just waiting to be taken.

the day passed quickly, and it was all going well until english. you'd so far completed all the classes and ate lunch alone. everything was fine.

at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

yes. oh yes, it was fine that benny had passed without a single glance, or the fact that no one remembered you at all.

hell, a few girls did remember you though, and they gave you half-hearted hellos. some of the guys eyed you with recognition but the people who mattered...didn't remember you.

but you still hoped that maybe rafe would remember you, but that was until you realised that rafe was right there, and instead of recognition in his eyes, he looked at you with scrutiny. he'd changed, and you were surprised to realise that he was handsome

his frame had filled out, no longer a wiry little boy, instead he towered over you. he loosely wore his tie, his shirt ticked and a smirk that stayed on his face. his hair was a dirty blonde adorned with golden highlights.

class began and you stumbled into our seat. the teacher introduced herself, ms. wetherbell and then turned her eye on you. her hand was outstretched in your direction.

"come here, dear."

you sat up too quickly almost falling as you did so. you blushed and there was something inside of you that was glad for this call out. maybe now rafe would recognise you.

"we have a new member joining our class, [name] [last name]."

you waved awkwardly, painfully smiling.

then you watched rafe scrunch up his nose, and mutter something under his breath.

you didn't hear it, yet everyone in the class heard it and started laughing.

they kept their mocking eyes on you, laughter echoing through the classroom, ms wetherbell caught up quickly enough.

"what did you say mr. cameron?" she asked coldly, and he smiled innocently. you could feel tears prick your eyes,

"nothing at all," he mustered sweetly. his eyes followed you again and it was only then he realised who you were.

but it was too late.

present.

you lay in your bed now, your silk pink night gown on. you never thought of those memories, ones that reminded all that you had lost with him. after that day he had tried to apologise to you, following you until you told him that none of it mattered.

you didn't want to hear anything from rafe cameron and that's why you wouldn't give him any of the attention he so badly craved.

just as you drifted off to sleep, settling your paperback back on your side table, a sudden noise woke you up. it was the sound of a pebble hitting your window. you peeked out the window to check.

there he was in all of his glory. rafe kneeling on your roof, clearly intoxicated, his eyes full of excitement as he swayed.

"why are you here birthday boy? you hissed mockingly. but as you watched his sway fear pricked your heart. you knew he would fall and break his neck if you didn't pull him into your room.

he sighed, eyes closed as you roughly guided him into your room.

"i missed you," he slurred and leaned on you. you tried to calm yourself, and not scream at him. you didn't want your parents to know he was in your room.

maybe they'd think he was having a secret relationship with you. at that they would be pleased but at night? your mother would kick both of your asses and really? no thanks. you would rather not be grounded.

"you liar," you whispered out. then you inspected him to make sure he wasn't hurt. he noticed you eyeing you, and gave you a crooked smile. he was always in his element.

"like what you see?"

you rolled your eyes, your voice a gasp "you wish."

it was only then did you realised that he had a busted lip. curious . . . even more curious first dipping drunk out of his party, and now it looked as if he had fought.

"did you fight someone? where else are you hurt," you asked him slowly. as much as you disliked him you couldn't let him wander around hurt.

he winked in a drowsy manner. "i won, sweetheart. and just the one here."

then he lifted his shirt to show a yellowish-blue bruise. it looked so bad you hissed quietly. then you slowly approached him with your cream.

you peered up at him, round eyes full of worry.

"may i?"

he nodded, swallowing deeply.

you tried to apply the cream as gently as you could.

he hissed quietly, "a little softer, sweetheart."

you dropped your hand, realising what you were doing. god, damn it! you looked at him again. drunk rafe, shirtless in your room as you treated him.

you were crazy! instead of breaking down, you took a deep breath and applied some bandage.

"why are you here?" you asked coldly. he opened his eyes and you fell still.

"i told you . . . i missed you." he pouted, and you shook your head ready to get up. goddamn it. just as you going to get up, and tell him to get the fuck out of your room, he stopped you.

"please don't leave me," his voice cracking, "i'm so tired of everyone leaving me." his hold was tightened on your wrist. instead of inching away from him, your whole body melted into his embrace.

he could make you do anything for him. and yet right now you thought you hated him but you were pressed to his side as he nestled his head in your shoulder.

"tell me why you left that party," you asked him again, and you felt him touch your hair. he played with it, and you could smell the wine all over him.

"i couldn't take it. i had to be with someone who always cared about me. someone who i-i didn't treat every well," he murmured and you felt yourself recoil only for him to grasp your chin to turn you around to face him.

he sighed, "i'm sorry."

you watched his eyes flicker with vulnerability. someone every single time this boy sneaked past your defence and broke your hold on reality.

you got up to walk into your bathroom.

"i need to change," you muttered, picking stuff from your cabinet.

"please [name]."

"what, rafe? what do you want from me? i always tried to be your friend, but you didn't want that. what am i supposed to do?" you whispered as you felt your hands tremble at your sides.

rafe shuddered and then turned to look at you. his eyes were clearer than ever.

"i like you." he slurred, "i'll treat you like a princess and i have the money," he stumbled after you.

you felt like screaming. "i don't want that! and you know that." your voice cracked, as you felt your whole body shudder with sadness.

"trust me. please trust me, this will be good. you're so pretty and kind and i can't get enough," he whispered, his scraped hands reaching for you.

you paced around the room. "stop it! stop it!" you said finally.

"i can't stop thinking about you and you're the only person i want," he whispered harshly, holding your hand, begging for you to look into his eyes.

you walked away from him.

"get out of my room," you yelled, "get the hell out of my room, rafe."

and as he walked out of that door, your heart begged him to stop. you felt yourself drop-down, tears soaking your nightgown.

your heart broke into a million pieces when he walked out of that room.

#rafe x you #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #angst #light fluff #fanfic #obx fic #childhood memories #rafe obx #rafe cameron prompt #outerbanks rafe #soft!rafe cameron #long reads #hurt/comfort #obx fanfiction #independent!reader

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priestyrie · 1 year ago

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For certain, if there is something that Nesta wants, Gwyn thinks she could take down legions of armies to get it. The problem is the guilt. Nesta holds anger in her shoulders the way many of the other priestesses in the temple in the mountain below them do. Tightly, painfully, leashed only by necessity of survival or duty. In Nesta’s case, most definitely the former. Gwyn too holds her own measure of rage but she clutches it in her hands instead. All the better with which to wield a sword.

Gwyn sets aside her string but doesn’t release her friend’s arm. Touch is new again and it takes some reacquainting but affection is an old blanket long overdue for use. She and Catrin had it in excess to spare for one another. Gwyn imagines her twin wouldn’t mind if she gifted some to Nesta, who looks starved of it.

Gently, the Priestess adjusts her grip to clasp her fingers around the thin of Nesta’s palm so that they now hold hands and smiles warmly. “Merrill is not all bad.” Merrill is terrifying and Nesta knows the truth of it by way of witnessing the other priestess’ vicious tongue. But Gwyn can see that her friend is shaving against the grain of her own habits and extends some sympathy. “Catrin used to long for Summer Court. She wanted to see the beaches.” Gwyn squeezes Nesta’s hand. Could she really leave? She’s not convinced of her courage. But she indulges the fantasy all the same. “Or perhaps Day Court. I heard whispers,” and Gwyn lowers her voice too as if anyone save the House could hear her gossip, “that they sometimes wear little to no clothing at all if the weather is warm enough!”

The House has set them a fine table of sweets, thick slices of chocolate cake draped in rich frosting and pastries generously dusted with fine sugar taking up most of Gwyn’s workspace. The priestess makes do. She keeps close her bowls of beads and piles of string, but leaves enough room for a berry tart with a hefty bite taken out of the corner at her elbow. Nesta herself has a slice of that cake she’s been picking at for the better part of an hour, feeling morose and heavy and sorry for herself.

❝ Where would I go? ❞ Nesta aims to tease, but even to her own ears, she sounds bitter. It wouldn’t shock most who know her because who is Nesta Archeron if not resentful and discontented, but she tries her best not to be if her company is Gwyn. Her fellow Valkyrie doesn’t seem offended; this doesn’t soothe Nesta though and she twists in her seat to better accommodate Gwyn’s task with the bracelet.

There is something so easy about spending time with the priestess. Nesta doesn’t know anyone she’s gotten along with so well as Gwyn, but she suspects it has everything to do with her friend’s patience and nothing at all to do with herself. However she’s managed to earn her friendship, Nesta is determined to keep it. ❝ I don’t know, ❞ she says before she can reel in the lie. There’s no need to protect herself from Gwyn. Then, she amends and agrees, ❝ If I could. Would you not? Do you like it so much here under Merrill’s pointy thumb? ❞ Nesta grins, wide and unguarded, and hopes to see Gwyn return it. ❝ We could go together. Somewhere far away. Isn’t there anywhere you wish you could see? ❞

#silvreflames #📖「 THREAD. 」𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘱.#📖「 SILVREFLAMES. 」 001.#( gwyn: haha right! yes! leaving! )#( gwyn: trembling like a small dog )#( they're both indulging each other and i could weep! )

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mrsshabana · 1 year ago

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How would pet!au gyu react to accidently biting his (nice) owner/owner in DD? Maybe he was sleeping and got touched without warning so bit out of instinct. Or bit out of an unfortunate misunderstanding- One time my dog had a mosquito sitting on her thigh and I went to brush it off but it bit her as I reached over and she thought that I had pinched her so she turned and bit me and I felt sooo bad for her haha

𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ( 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒖 )

♡ CW: female!reader, blood, ptsd, abuse, self harm

Gyutaro had fallen asleep on the couch, in the middle of the day again. You have errands to run, so you'll have to wake him up to tell him you're leaving so he doesn't freak out when he sees you're gone.

"Gyutaro," you whisper, gently nudging his shoulder.

It happened so fast. His eyes shot open, he whipped his face around, and bit your hand. He didn't realize what had happened until he tasted your blood filling his mouth. The guilt hit him almost instantly.

He bit you out of instinct. He's so used to being in abusive homes and having to endure constant beatings. He isn't used to human touch being a gentle, loving thing. When he felt your touch startle him awake, his body went into defensive mode.

"Shit," you mumble, holding your bloodied hand.

"M'sorry! M'so sorry!" he spews apologies. Springing up from his spot on the couch to run over to you. He feels so bad. After all the kindness you've shown him, he repays you by hurting you.

"It's ok Gyutaro, I'm fine," you say as you make your way to the bathroom, Gyutaro following close behind.

The bite isn't too bad, it's just bleeding a lot. Once you clean it and wrap it in some gauze it's ok. Just a bit sore.

Gyutaro sits on the bathroom floor, with his head down, "M'sorry Miss Y/N. I didn't mean to..." He shakes, awaiting his punishment. He's deserved a beating numerous times and you have never given him one. But he's certain that this time, you won't be so forgiving.

Having seen him do this plenty of times, it still breaks your heart knowing that he expects you to hit him. "Gyutaro, I'm not mad at you. It's ok honey," you gently pet him, "It's my fault for startling you."

He shakes his head, "No! Not your fault... my fault. My fault for being bad." His fists clench and he begins to tremble. Not out of fear, but out of anger. He didn't think he could hate himself any more, but in this moment he somehow does.

Kneeling down beside him, you embrace him in a hug. "It isn't your fault, and I'm not mad at you. Ok? You're a good boy Gyutaro."

Calling him a good boy always makes him feel better, no matter the situation. With a whimper he gently caresses your injured hand and rubs it against his cheek.

"You're so sweet," you giggle, ruffling his hair, "I was going to tell you I'm going to run some errands. But I think I'd like you to come with me."

You usually don't take Gyutaro out with you, as being around other humans makes him nervous. But you fear that if you leave him alone he may try to hurt himself. In the past, when you haven't punished him, he took it upon himself.

He's silent for a moment before responding, "Ok..." he cracks a small smile.

You can't help but grin, seeing that he is feeling a little bit better. "Alright then, let's go get your shoes on and we can go." Today it will be your mission to spoil him and make him smile.

Tysm for this question, it was a really creative thing to think about in this au. I had a lot of fun writing it too! I love answering questions about the pet au! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #pet au #gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #replies

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therealnuclearplatypus · 2 years ago

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okay so i couldn't decide whether i should go for angst or fluff so i did both. two versions of the same story, gone differently. the magic of what ifs.

sooo ... ✨️

Family (You Promised).

a happily-ever-after

A kiss. The child's soft cheek trembled with joyous laughter, and Frank pressed another kiss to the girl's face, eliciting another giggle.

"Daddy, Jason's feeling left out," Emily said, and Frank kissed her a third time. She smiled and gestured for her younger brother to join. The small boy stuck his tongue out at his sister and ran to join the huddle.

Frank pressed a kiss to the boy's wild curls and made him laugh, too. The children were excitedly waiting for their father to return home from visiting his best friend, Piper.

(Auntie Piper always made sure to give him a gift to give to them, whether it was candy or a toy. She spoiled them rotten.)

Downstairs, the door opened and shut, and—

"AUNTIE HAS GIVEN ME GOODS TO GIVE, GET YOUR BUTTS DOWN HERE!"

Jason and Emily hastened down the stairs and into their father's open arms.

He kissed the tops of their heads. "How are my little rascals doing, huh?"

"Presents!" Jason said, hugging Leo's leg.

Leo huffed. "Not even a hello or a 'Father dear, you toil for us so, we love you dearly!'. Nothing of the sort. What rogues are we raising?"

Frank made his way down the steps and smiled at his husband. "You're so melodramatic."

"GASP! Treachery! A knife in the back by my own husband! For shame!" Leo cried, a hand over his heart. Then he broke into a grin and sauntered over to kiss Frank.

"Papaaa," Emily whined. "I wanna seeeeeee—"

"Oh, right, that," Leo said, and tossed them each a massive Mars bar. He glanced at Frank. "She thought it was a riot. Buying them Mars bars. You being the son of Mars. Ha. Ha. Haha."

"Very funny indeed. Hahaha," Frank deadpanned. He looked at Leo and they both burst out laughing.

They went back upstairs to their bedroom, and, while the kids ate their chocolate and rolled around on the carpet, Leo curled in against Frank's side while the latter played with the former's hair.

"Almost got hit by a car on the way back," Leo said casually.

Frank started. "You what?"

Leo shrugged. "No biggie. Car stopped right in front of me. Was speedin' something nasty. I was just there holding the Mars bars like—" Leo mimed trembling in shock and made a face.

Frank held him close. "Be careful."

"Hey, it ain't like it was my fault," Leo replied indignantly. "I looked on both sides and crossed the road real quick and the car jus' fuckin'—"

"PAPA SAID A BAD WORD!" Emily shouted, standing up and looking scandalised.

"He did," Frank said, eyes narrowed. "And now, we are going to make Papa repent for his oopsie."

Leo knew what was coming. They always did it to him when he slipped up and swore in front of the kids. They found it very entertaining and hilarious. He found it very torturous and a fine proof of the fact that they all liked to gang up on him.

The three jumped on him and started tickling him mercilessly. While Leo squirmed and yelled with red-faced laughter, Frank sat back and let his children do it. They carried out their task with glee, and Leo was rendered absolutely helpless. He was too ticklish for his own good. Always had been.

Frank's heart warmed at the scene before him. A family, all his own. To love and be loved by.

The kids finally relented and Leo lay there gasping, cursing them all silently. Frank was still lost in his own thoughts, and Leo became aware of the train of thought his husband was following.

He smiled softly and raised himself up onto his elbows and aimed a smirk at his husband. "You sap. Your thoughts are written all over your face. Goofy lil man. I love you."

"I love you, too," Frank said, blushing at being so obvious.

Leo looked at their children, and smiled his own sappy smile. "It's still amazing that we have all this—that we built it all together. A family."

"Eh, you promised," Frank reminded him. "It was either dogs or cats or kids."

"I did say that, didn't I?" Leo said, remembering. He chuckled.

"Still no for the dog?" Frank said, puppy-eyeing his husband.

"Two kids are a handful enough, do you want more mouths to feed and shit to clean?" Leo asked, but—

"PAPA SAID A BAD WORD AGAIN!" Jason announced, and they descended upon him again. Leo yelled and Frank laughed, and all was right in the world.

or, conversely ...

A kiss. The child's soft cheek trembled with joyous laughter, and Frank pressed another kiss to the girl's face, eliciting another giggle.

Frank pressed a kiss to the boy's wild curls and made him laugh, too. The children were excitedly waiting for their father to return home from visiting his best friend, Piper.

(Auntie Piper always made sure to give him a gift to give to them, whether it was candy or a toy. She spoiled them rotten.)

Downstairs, someone knocked on the door, and—

"Mr. Valdez-Zhang?" a voice called, faintly.

Frank started. "I'll be right back," he promised Emily and Jason, and sped down the stairs.

The two lingered by the top of the stairs, inquisitive as always. Frank opened the door and found himself face-to-face with a cop.

"I, uh," Frank said. "What did I do?"

The cop shuffled his feet uneasily and wouldn't make eye-contact. "Nothing, sir. Not you. Um. Well. Er."

Frank found his awkwardness rather endearing. Soft-spoken policemen were rare. "Yes?"

"There's been an accident," the man told him, chafing his hands.

Frank gripped the doorframe tightly. "What? Who?"

"Y-your husband, sir. Leo Valdez-Zhang."

Frank paled. His knees went weak. "What happened?"

"A car—" The cop visibly gulped. "The car was speeding. Unhuman speeds, really. Road was empty then all of a sudden it appeared and ran him over. He had two Mars bars in his hands, two of the really big ones. They got quite literally obliterated. And, um. So did he."

Frank couldn't stand up. He just couldn't. He held onto the doorframe with both hands and looked at the cop silently.

"He had broken ribs. And arms. And legs. He also hit his head very hard on the road, and risked possible spinal damage."

Frank found his voice again. "Why are you using the past tense?"

He knew why, really. He just didn't want to believe it. He didn't want it to be true. It couldn't be.

"Sir," the cop said, with the air of someone struggling to get his words out, "your husband is dead."

Frank slid to his knees on the floor. Emily and Jason were still at the top of the steps. Jason was too young to understand what he'd just lost, but Emily knew that, somehow, she was never going to see her Papa again. She started wailing, a mournful cry that made the cop bow his head even lower and excuse himself.

Now left alone, in every single way possible, Frank cried. He sobbed shamelessly, the door still open for all the world to see. Emily ran down the stairs, still screaming, and he held her, keeping it together for his children and for his children alone. If it weren't for them, he'd be driving off a cliff right now.

"When will Papa come home?" Jason asked from behind them, having just descended the steps. Frank couldn't bring himself to answer; he wept harder.

"Daddy?" Jason tried again, getting agitated. "Daddy, why you cry? No cry. Emmy!" He moved to hug his sister. "I want Papa. Where is Papa?"

"He isn't coming back, Jason," Frank whispered, knowing he couldn't leave the boy in the dark for long, "he won't come back, love. He's gone."

"Gone? Where?" Jason pressed, anxious.

"Away," was all Frank could manage, before he dissolved into fresh tears.

Jason started to cry, too, because everyone else was crying. Frank couldn't take it anymore. He closed the door, picked them up, and climbed the stairs.

The house felt terribly empty. And, without Leo, it probably would always be.

Later, when night fell, and he successfully tucked Emily and Jason in and saw them fall asleep, Emily with some difficulty, he lay alone in the double-bed that was supposed to be theirs, theirs for many years to come. Now, both sides were his own. No one would roll around and steal the blanket anymore. No one would put their cold feet onto his, seeking warmth. No one would wake up with the most horrible morning breath and breath the awful stench into his face on purpose.

He hated it.

"You fucker," he sobbed weakly, "you promised. You promised you'd stay. We have a family. They're ours. You promised we'd grow old together!"

The night did not answer. The silence did not answer. The empty room, made for two, did not answer. No one did.

No one.

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astronicht · 2 years ago

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haha, i don't think i've posted this snippet anywhere, so here's some jonsa wip just for you:

There was something flushed and bright about the false spring of a littlesummer that made Sansa catch her breath in the courtyard. It fogged in front of her; she had been drinking such hot tea that of course it did. Now the trembling of her chest could be blamed on the strength of the tea. Little dots of colour sparked in her vision, like sun-dogs nipping the heels of a winter sun. In Sansa's headache eyes they were not little thumbprint rainbows on the arch of the sky, but down here with her: smearing glittering across the stables, the thick mud, Jon’s wide sad shoulders.

Jon did not speak first. Of course he did not. Sansa thought of what she had done when she first saw him, how she had called him ‘cousin’ aloud, how she had cupped the small of his back with her hand. How much in shock she had been was clear now; that had been such a show of wildness. Everything had slipped into a perfectly clear set of priorities in an otherwise blank mind. She had been able to do impossible things.

The moment seemed to have passed. She could not imagine putting a hand on him anywhere. The small of his back, covered now by a cloak of Robb’s, seemed more intimate even than touching another man’s face, or his cock, or the backs of his thighs. It was where all one’s sorrow and exhaustion went home to live, the small of the back. A touch to her own might unmake her.

In silence they climbed the frost-rimed steps, the remains of nighttime hail crunching like honeycandy beneath their buckskin boots.

#jonsa #sometimes when i'm poorly i reread this wip as a little treat for myself

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icecoffee90 · 1 year ago

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I wanted to read just a bit of this chapter yesterday before going to bed but once again it was so captivating that I ended up reading it in its entirety, lol. 😅 Unfortunately it was exactly at 7 am, so I didn’t have time to reblog it right away. And commenting just “HOLY SHIT!!!” simply wouldn’t have been enough..

As always, you did a great job at capturing the emotions - the panic and the feeling of holessness (for the lack of better word) Liam was experiencing that morning.. Loved it!

“I’m going to slap you, Liam.. Literally slap you.” Max said as he made his way over to him. “Now you get a hold of yourself. No one in this room knows what happened to Constantine.”

Again, I absolutely love this side of Maxwell!

Of course Constantine didn’t want to leave. He wanted to be there to watch his queer son and his boyfriend get thrown out of the palace, and see his wife served divorce papers. Sick fucker.

Yep. Like I said, good riddance!

No one was allowed to leave the kitchen while the dogs searched the grounds.

I have to admit that instead of worrying about them finding the body, I was already thinking “Ooooh, they’re gonna find the handcuffs! Well, at least they’ll have an explanation for that...” 😁😅

“Can we get out of here?!” Leo spoke to the police officer once he returned to the kitchen. “You seriously stood there letting us hear that our father is probably dead in a cell and we’re supposed to just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?”

LMFAO!

“Can I ask why you have handcuffs in your bedroom?”

Liam forced a small laugh, “Sir. I am in a relationship with someone who very much enjoys restraining me.. And vice versa. These are completely for recreational purposes.”

Haha, this scene was just as funny as I expected! 🤭😂

She spoke a little louder this time, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry Liam, but.. I think I might have done it. I think I killed him.” She put her head in her hands. “I.. have something I need to tell you about myself. Something I have been hiding for years.”

Again, HOLY SHIT!!! I have to assume that’s what caused her to be in the state she was all day? Just like Liam, she wasn’t really that heartbroken over the fact that Constantine was missing/possibly dead, but fearing she was the one who did it..

Just like always, can’t wait to find out more!

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Chapter 12 - Crisis

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairings - Liam x Maxwell, Drake x Riley

Synopsis- Since childhood, Liam has held a terrible secret that even he doesn’t know about. As the years go by, he suspects more and more that there is something wrong with him. Can he put his life together and find happiness?

A/N - This story is a bit different than what I usually write.. Ok a LOT different. Some terrible things have happened during Liam’s life.. But the story isn’t without humor or joy. I swear it’s not all bad! The characters are still canon in the sense of their whole overall personalities, but of course there are several changes to fit the story.

Series Warnings- oh so many: language, drinking, violence, sexual assault, abuse, murder, homophobia, bullying, mentions of suicide.. Also there will be lemons in some chapters.

Word count- 2,235

Catch up here.

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salemwritesxx · 3 years ago

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𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭. | 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸

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⇴ male reader [22, virgin] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↣ rating: explicit, 18+ ↣ warnings: over 5k words long, smut, Age Gap (12 years), older Bakugou (34), shy virgin reader, fluffy smut

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“Mhmhm… Mh… Wait, Katsuki…san…”, you barely managed to mumble before breaking the kisses, both of you panting lightly.

“Huh?! I’ve waited too fucking long, [Your.name]!”, Bakugou growled while trying to pull you back down.

Though you managed to push him back a little before your boyfriend could aggressively kiss you once more.

“I know, just… let me take a shower first! I just came home from my 10 hour shift, threw my hero costume into the hallway and rushed over here.”

“Ughg, fine.”, Katsuki grumbled lightly, his hand that had held on to your shirt desperately, loosening.

A small smile flitted across your lips before you quickly smooched him.

“Thank you. Oh and- here.”, you pulled the two tickets you had talked about before out of your back pocket.

“Oh… right… You said you had tickets, hm?”

“Yup, a friend of mine works behind the scenes for the comedian we both really like. Remember? We talked about it?”, tilting your head lightly, your cute smile and shimmering eyes reminded Katsuki of an adorable little dog. The thought alone made him also smile a little – so innocent and cute.

“Yeah… On our first date. I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Of course! So, I used my connections to get us two tickets.”, you excitedly declared. It helped with the urge of not staring at your boyfriend who was still standing naked in front of you.

“So when are we going?”, Bakugou casually asked, looking at the two tickets to find a date.

“April next year! I am so exited already though.”, you giggled.

Meanwhile Bakugou’s heart was doing a flip in his chest. Next year in April meant that you were believing you and him would still be together by that time. Making plans so far ahead, how was he supposed not to get emotional and happy?

“Katsuki-sa- hm!”

Pulling you down again, he surprised you with yet another intimate kiss. Once again not knowing where to really put your hands, you awkwardly placed them on his lower back. Though feeling the bare skin under your fingertips was enough to send a strong jolt down south. Damn it, how were you going to survive actual sex?

“Go take a shower. And don’t let me wait too long.”, Bakugou finally said when he pulled back with a smirk on his lips that made your cheeks warm.

“Uh-huh!”, was your only dreamily sighed answer as you watched him for a moment, completely dazed. There he was, walking up the stairs so casually – butt-naked and making your dick hurt inside your jeans.

Thus, you literally sprinted into the bathroom to take the quickest shower while scrubbing yourself the cleanest you’ve ever been.

Bakugou on the other hand couldn’t contain his grin when he stared at the tickets in his hands. He didn’t even know if you had realized the meaning behind those. Or maybe he was just overreacting seeing you plan ahead so much. It probably would have made him uncomfortable a few months ago, when he was freshly dating you, but now? Katsuki couldn’t stop his heart from beating so violently in his chest.

Walking over to the drawer, he prepared some things, like throwing the tube of lube onto the bed and rummaging through all the condoms that he hoarded. Without realizing it, his mind started wandering on its own. Not that anyone could really blame him. Bakugou had the desire to have sex with you for quite some time, so of course he had let his imagination take over. Wondering what you would look like without anything on. Since, to this day, you had been too shy to even undress in front of him.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t had any intimate contact with anyone ever since his last relationship ended four years ago. And suddenly, Bakugou’s heart hammered quickly for a different reason. It definitely had been a while since he had sex with anyone.

When Katsuki heard someone rushing up the stairs though, he quickly shook his head a bit, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

“What am I fucking thinking? It’s just sex. No need to overthink this so much. God, I’m getting old.”

And then, you already came inside, a towel around your hips.

“Ah, good timing. So, do you think we need Large or Extra Large?”, Bakugou teased you, holding up two condoms. However, his teasing certainly flew over your head when your face displayed pure shock.

Only for you to turn around, wanting to flee again. Thankfully though, Bakugou reacted swiftly, grabbing your arm and turning you back around, just for your hands to cover your face.

“I will disappoint you, Katsuki-san!”

“Hey, that was just a joke, come on. You’re so fucking easy to scare.”, he chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Sorry…”, you mumbled shyly.

“Come here. Don’t think about it too hard. I ain’t grading you or anything, yeah? Just relax.”, and with that, he pulled you down for a kiss. His other hand sneaking to your hips and pulling on the towel. This time, you thankfully stayed calm as you let him push you back and onto the bed.

His muscular, broad body crawling on top of yours almost made you explode. This was really happening. How often had you imagined and dreamt about it? And now it was really going to happen.

“It’s just…”, you broke the kisses, your eyes already gleaming with lust, “I feel like I’m gonna explode any second, Katsuki-san. Just seeing you naked is enough to make me go crazy. To be honest… just thinking about you is enough to give me a boner. I feel so stupid!”

Bakugou was blushing a little, yet he was flattered. With his mind sometimes playing tricks on him and him fearing he was too old for you, knowing he had such an effect on you… was nice.

“That’s not stupid… You’re so cute.”, he whispered before leaning down again to kiss you.

“Touch me… You want to… no?”

“HMH!”, was the only thing you whimpered so desperately as Katsuki already grabbed your hand to place them onto his small, yet unbelievably strong body.

All it took was for Bakugou to scooch closer and lower his ass onto your hips for your cock to bounce and drops of precum to drip down. Your body visibly shuddering was honestly the best feeling, because your reactions were so cute and honest. Still so innocent to the touches. Katsuki loved that. He really felt incredibly desirable and wanted.

Your trembling hands were roaming his body, not sure what to do but you also didn’t want to stop. His muscles felt so nice underneath your palm. His skin was smooth and yet rough in some areas. Bakugou’s body was showing scars from previous battles, though it only made him so sexy and handsome it was almost too much for you.

At the end, you stopped when you grabbed his luscious thighs the moment he started to grind his cock against your own. An unstoppable moan escaped your throat instantly as you dug your nails into his skin whilst another violent jolt made your cock visibly throb.

Breaking away from your mouth eventually, Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk when he saw how red your lips already were from so much kissing. Leaning in, his swollen lips met your neck, softly nibbling and making you shudder once more. His smirk so prominent you could feel it on your skin.

“How do you feel, [Your.name]?”, Katsuki whispered in your ear, enjoying the soft moan and twitching of your body against his.

“Hot… It’s unfair you’re so… fucking sexy, Katsuki-san…”, you barely managed to choke out.

It only elicit a small chuckle from your boyfriend when he sat back up, his cheeks however having a small pink tint to them. You watched attentively as he reached to the side to grab the lube. Though before he could open the bottle, you stopped him.

“Wait, Katsuki-san, can… can I do it…?”, which definitely made your poor, shy heart beat ten times as fast as it was healthy.

“Haa… you sure?”, he reluctantly asked, one brow raised.

But you nodded and sat back up to wrap your arms around his hips while your noses almost touched.

“Mh. I want to make you feel good… and learn what you like…”, you sheepishly mumbled and then softly placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Oh…”, Bakugou smirked before wrapping his arms around your neck to kiss you, then whisper against your lips, “Then don’t hold back… I’ll serve as your guinea pig.”

Smirking yourself, you returned the kisses a little deeper, trying to get out the last bit of confidence you had in yourself as you mumbled back, “Then I will put in all my effort so you just need to come back for another round of experimenting.”

And Katsuki certainly liked that you slowly seemed to warm up and not be as nervous as before. His responds a mere chuckle only to capture your lips again for a passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, with your heavily thumping heart, you clumsily opened the lube bottle to squirt some of the liquid onto your fingers before throwing it back onto the bed after closing. Pulling back from your boyfriend’s mouth, you just looked at him for a few seconds to try and get the courage to touch him… Something you had never done before. Touching someone in such an intimate place.

Though before you could chicken out again, you finally reached down and dipped your fingers between his cheeks, the little shudder from Bakugou immediately spurring you on. Hence why you gave yourself the push to play with his ass; circling his twitching hole and rubbing the lube around, just to see him shiver a little.

“Oi… don’t tease…”, Katsuki could also just choke out, before softly moaning a little when you worked your finger inside.

Just the feeling of his warm insides around your finger alone made your cock twitch, the urge to just plunge into him was almost unbearable. Your own breathing quickened as you pushed another finger in before starting to move them. His muscular body was now pressed against your own, your free hand groping his ass to spread him even more.

“Haha- Ah- I guess… you’re a natural…?”, Bakugou chuckled, trying to sound cool and seductive as he wanted to keep the mask of the older and more experienced one. However, when you pushed deeper and found that little spot that made him whine, it was all over for him.

While you had to seriously fight back the urge to just cum all over him because he was just way too fucking sexy and made you completely insane with how erotic he was, Bakugou just let loose and moaned freely.

“D-Do that… ah- gain…”

You truthfully couldn’t believe that was actually happening. Your head was spinning as you moved your fingers like before, rubbing against his sweet spot, trying to memorize what made him feel good.

“I-Is that okay… Katsuki-san?”, you were lightly gasping. He was truly taking your breath away – you didn’t even want to know what would happen if you would actually have sex, your dick was probably going to explode the second you would enter with how on edge you already were.

“Hmh- keep… going, okay?”, Katsuki was merely whining.

God, he sounded so differently, and it was so erotic and sexy. And it certainly didn’t help when he scooched even closer, his throbbing cock rubbing up against your own was almost enough for you.

“K-Katsuki-san, ahn don’t… do that…”, you helplessly moaned and buried your face in the nook of his neck, making him just chuckle.

“I don’t know what you- fuck-! even.. mea- NGH!”, clawing at your shoulder, he deliberately started moving his hips a little. Thrusting his throbbing dick against your own, smearing precum around while you kept fucking him with your fingers.

“K-Katsuki-san!”, all you could do was moan out his name, being the sensitive virgin you were, this was almost too much for you.

His nails were clawing at your shoulder while his hips were moving erratically, making it harder for you to thrust against his sweet spot, but Katsuki didn’t care. He was consumed by the pleasure as he rubbed his cock against yours.

“Oh- fuck- GOD- I’m.. ah clos- Katsu…san….”, you could barely choke out, being interrupted by your gasps and moans, but that certainly didn’t stop your lover from moving even more vigorously. Though reaching down was the straw that broke the camel’s back as feeling his hand engulfing your cocks and stroking them was the last touch you needed before cumming all over him and yourself.

With your free hand you clawed at his back as you moaned into the crook of his neck. Your erotic noises sending multiple chills down Bakugou’s spine as he held onto you as tightly as you held on to him; letting your hips ride out that orgasm.

When you finally raised your head, you were still gasping and your [eye.color] eyes still gleaming with lust (though also a little bit of embarrassment that you orgasmed so soon and couldn’t hold back). Bakugou, however, simply leaned in for another few kisses that you certainly appreciated.

“Mmm- sorry… Katsuki-san…”

“Oh shut up.”, he chuckled in between little gasps.

With cum dripping from his hand he then reached back to the night stand to grab the box of tissues, cleaning his hand as well as your own that you had pulled back from his ass. All while smirking a little since you looked so dazed from that orgasm and what had just happened.

Before he could say anything though, you had already wrapped your arms around him tightly, pressing his naked, warm body against your own. Bakugou’s own arms sneaking around your torso as well after he had thrown the tissue in the trash. For a few seconds, it was rather quiet, just the beating of your hearts audible, until you finally dropped the bomb.

“I love you, Katsuki-san.”, you whispered into the nook of his neck.

For a few moments he was just flabbergasted. While his mouth needed a few moments to speak his feelings out loud, his heart was already beating 10 miles per hour. It had been so long since someone had whispered those words to him. Someone who wasn’t just a big fan of him screaming whenever he was outside as a pro-hero, or his family. No… that was certainly a different love.

Leaning back a bit, he ‘forced’ you to look at him, even though he fully understood how embarrassed you were and also how on edge that he was just silent. Bakugou could almost see all the thoughts rushing through your pretty little head, but with just his rare, little smile, you were put at ease.

“I love you, too.”

And before you could react, he had already cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss that made your heart thump so much you thought you might die. You had never felt that happy before. Graduating from U.A.? Amazing accomplishment. Meeting Katsuki and being able to date him? A dream come true, indeed. But hearing your lover say those three words back to you for the first time was just… indescribable happiness rushing through your veins.

With a little bit of force, Bakugou managed to push you back onto the bed, both of you giggling while kissing. He was happy. You were happy. If time could just stop now.

But, it didn’t. Time went on and thus, you whispered in between kisses, “Just… give me 10 minutes… ‘nd I’m…. ready…mmkay?”

Breaking away fully, he leaned on his elbow as he looked at you, his ruby eyes gleaming with lust and a smirk on his lips.

“10 minutes, huh? You really are young.”

“Oh shut up.”, you giggled yourself, when just a second later realization sank in.

“No, wait! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”, your cheeks were basically on fire. Being so rude to someone older was just… you had never done that.

Bakugou on the other hand though just stared at you for a few seconds, before leaning in once more for a kiss, surprising you. However, easing into the kiss quite quickly, your eyes fluttered open again when he sat back up a little. Just far away enough for just the tip of your noses to touch anymore.

“Don’t apologize… Fuck honorifics, okay? Fuck speaking keigo, just… talk to me normally.”

“A-are you sure, Katsuki-san? I mean… our age gap…….”, you gulped at the end, feeling uneasy.

“So? Zero fucks given. I hate honorifics. If you use keigo with me I feel so old…” he avoided eye contact for a moment, before looking back and tilting his head lightly.

“I just want to feel like your boyfriend, not your fucking boss or something…”

“Katsuki-sa- nh- I’ll try! I promise. It’s just really hard to let go, but… I… I want to call you nicknames, too!”, now you had to turn your head away because you were too embarrassed, “B-but maybe that’s a little inappropriate…”

“No…”, a small smile flitted across his lips, “I’d like that.”

And those simple words made your heart skip a beat.

Leaning in the last few inches, Bakugou kissed you on the mouth once more; the tip of his tongue gracing along your bottom lip until you opened them, allowing him inside. A sloppy, intimate kiss igniting again as he slightly changed positions so he was on top of you like before.

Feeling more confident though, you let your hands travel down his spine to his ass. Grabbing the firm skin and spreading his cheeks, you earned his little moan that made your heart jump in excitement. However, it only took a second before you also softly groaned into his mouth when he started grinding again.

With that, even though you had just orgasmed, it was certainly easy to rile you up again. Having the man of your dreams basically humping you was very effective indeed. And Bakugou seemed to notice how easily agitated you were, the smirk on his lips when he broke away was very prominent.

“Should I take it as a compliment that you’re already hard as a rock after just 5 minutes?”, Katsuki teased you, before lowering his head to pepper kisses onto your neck.

You just whimpered a little “Katsuki…” in embarrassment, only to thrust your hips against his as well. Taking him a little off-guard, his surprised grunt made you also grin a little.

“I-It’s not my fault… it’s just you… you’re so… incredible. I… I can’t help it…”, you had a hard time talking properly as Katsuki wasn’t stopping his movements, both of you desperately grinding against each other.

“Haha, I like that.”, Bakugou chuckled, his deep voice sending a chill down his spine.

Though, in the end, he decided to stop (hearing your little whine when he did that was very cute) and sit back up. Both of your cocks back to leaking and throbbing and this time, he stood up fully. Your glazed eyes following him when he walked over to the drawer from before to grab a condom, before bouncing back on top of you.

“You ready?”, he just whispered with that grin on his lips again that made your loins hurt with how erotic he was.

So all you could do was nod very enthusiastically that made Bakugou laugh a little.

With that, you watched attentively once more as he opened the condom; however a blissful hiss escaped your throat when he wrapped his hand around your dick to give it a few strokes. Hence why your head fell back into the pillow for a moment as you had to concentrate really hard to control yourself and not embarrass yourself by cumming again so soon. (Which was very hard because being a virgin and having this sexy man touch you was very effective in making you lose control very fast)

“[Your.name]…”, Katsuki had your full attention once more when he whispered your name like that, though when you looked up… Your cock visibly bounced in his hand as he was hovering right above it with his ass.

“Oh God…”, you grabbed his thighs as your breath hitched in your throat, watching as he lowered himself on top of you.

Clenching your teeth, the feeling of Bakugou’s ass spreading and engulfing your cockhead was almost too much. But it only intensified when his moaning self pushed down even further.

“K-Katsuki!”, was the only thing you could whimper as his hot, sticky insides swallowed more and more of your throbbing cock, almost pushing you over the edge with how tight he was.

Bakugou was just trying to control his moans as it had been so long since he last felt such a nice, thick dick inside his ass. His body trembled due to the full feeling as well as his insides fluttered excitingly; the urge to move overwhelming him.

Without really thinking about how close you possibly were, Katsuki started swaying his hips. First only lightly, but it only took a few moments before he started properly riding you. The moans that left your lips only spurring him on, especially when you locked eyes with him. Just the way you were melting and clawing at his thigh, while looking at him so intensely, it made Bakugou burn up even more.

“Ahnh. God- Katsuk- ah you’re so… amazing- I can’t-“, you chocked out in between heavy gasps and moans.

Katsuki really couldn’t comprehend how cute and innocent you were, being so completely mind-blown by him riding you hard. It made gross little butterflies fly uncontrollably inside his tummy – how he missed that feeling. As someone who never had a casual hook-up, finally being able to have sex again with someone he trusted and loved felt indescribable.

When he deliberately started tightening around you, the whiny moan that escaped your throat sent a chill up his spine.

“I’m gonna- if you… do that… agai-“, you so desperately choked out, being completely overwhelmed. And your boyfriend just chuckled and continued to tease you. Fuck. You had never felt so good. Your dick was throbbing and so rock-hard, you were barely able to hold yourself back from cumming again – and that in the first few minutes of Bakugou doing his magic.

Leaning down, Katsuki pressed his palms into the pillow beside your head while he pressed his lips on yours. Igniting a sloppy kiss, you both couldn’t control your lustful moans and grunts. Bakugou just knew what he was doing, how he had to angle himself so your cock penetrated his prostate and made him see little stars.

You were close. So unbeliavabel close. It was almost painful how hard you were and how much you needed the release. Thus, without thinking much about anything anymore (as he had officially blown your mind today and you weren’t able to think straight anymore) you just reached down to his own bouncing cock; wrapping your fingers around it, the throaty moan that left his lips only riling you up more. It also made you more confident in your action, thus you proceeded to also pump his cock while he was moving so passionately.

Spurred on by your own actions, Katsuki only teased you more. His insides fluttering around you and tightening, just to listen to your desperate moans. Feeling your nails drag across his back as he pushed you over the edge with his skillful moves. Your moans deep and so erotic that it made Bakugou shiver, though nothing compared to your spasming, trembling body underneath him.

You were both gasping for air and sweating. Though before you could even remotely start to calm down, Katsuki had already started swaying his hips lightly, making you jerk and moan in surprise.

“K-Katsuki-“, you choked out his name, [eye.color] eyes wide open.

But the way he looked at you, glistening lips slightly opened, his ruby eyes barely closed and drops of sweat running down his temple – so sexy.

“Just a little… Think you can… handle it?”, he crookedly grinned.

All you could do was nod and pull him down.

Lips colliding and tongues entwining, he openly moaned into your mouth when you started thrusting your hips. Using the last bit of your hard cock before going limp to make him get off while also stroking his dick.

Even though the friction was so overwhelming and your cock was so overstimulated by that point it almost made you lose your mind, you didn’t want to stop. And Bakugou didn’t want to either. His hips relentlessly grinding, your cock shoved in balls-deep and your hand stroking him was almost pushing him over the edge.

The good thing was, Katsuki was already so sensitive and riled up because it had been so long since he last had sex. He couldn’t even think about his own insecurities, like being too old or knowing you could see his wrinkles and scarred skin from work as a pro-hero; you made him feel safe and loved. Yet, Bakugou was so turned on. Even if you had been clumsy or shy, he was dripping precum all over the place. He was so wet. And the feeling of his ass being stuffed was just so nice.

“NGH- [Your.name]-!��, breaking the sloppy kisses, he threw his head to the side, gasping heavily.

You seriously couldn’t stop staring at him. Especially when it all broke down and he started moaning so lewdly. His cock started twitching in your hand before he came all over your hand and belly. His body was trembling, thighs shaking and you could watch and stroke him through the orgasm, earning his whiny groans.

After a few moments, Bakugou opened his ruby eyes once more, before leaning in and pecking your lips, whispering a soft, “I love you.” Which made your heart jump and your lips curve into a big smile as you smooched him over and over again, mumbling an “I love you, too.” back.

As you were laying there for a few minutes, you just shared little kisses, as if both of your lips weren’t already swollen and red from all the kissing prior, but you just couldn’t stop. He was so cute and sexy. Just- how was he seriously your boyfriend?

Though in the end, Katsuki did sit back up again.

“Shall we go clean this off, huh?”, he… almost bashfully, smirked and nodded to your hand. Hence you just chuckled and agreed.

And so, rather quickly, Bakugou got off of you, disposed of the condom and in the end, you rushed into the bathroom for a quick wash; nothing too long, really, because both of you wanted to get back into bed fairly swiftly again. Hence, it only took a few minutes before you and your boyfriend were in the sheets once more, cuddling this time.

“So… how did you feel…?”, you asked after a few moments. Rather quietly though and carefully, not knowing how to really initiate the conversation about ‘giving feedback’.

“It felt fucking nice.”, then he cuddled closer and turned your head towards him so you had to look at him, “You did good for your first time.”

Of course he had to tease you about it.

“Katsuki!”, you playfully kicked him.

“I mean it… I… want to make you feel good. Is there something you want me to do next time?”

When Bakugou realized you were so serious about it, he couldn’t help but smile a little.

“I mean it, too, ya know? I felt very good. And I, too, only want you to feel good when we do it. So we can both feel the fucking best!”, Bakugou then grinned, which thankfully made you giggle as well when you leaned in for another swift smooch.

“Also… don’t think about it too much, okay? This was your first time. You only get to be the best when you practice a lot.”, smirking seductively, he slipped his leg between your own and scooched as closely as he could against your body, “And I promise you I have never skipped practice once in my life. So I hope you’re fucking prepared for what’s to come.”

As you had to search for your heart that had dropped far beyond your stomach due to Katsuki’s advances, you could just gulp and nod. However, you also didn’t shy away anymore when you grab onto him as well. Which pleasantly surprised Bakugou, hence leaning in the last few inches for a smooch.

“Thank you…”, was the last thing you thought you would hear him mumble all of a sudden.

Bakugou realized your slightly confused look on your face, thus clarifying.

“Four years ago, my ex broke me so much I thought he had made me unable to like, let alone love anyone ever again.”

“Oh… I’m sorry about that, Katsuki.”, you whispered empathetically and your hand reaching out to softly caress his back. Which instantly made him smile a little, even though those were such painful memories.

“You know. I was done. I didn’t care about having a relationship anymore and so also basically giving up sex completely since I don’t wanna just randomly fuck with anyone. All the paparazzi just waiting for this moment? And the fear of meeting random strangers who then potentially blackmail me, it was just all too fucking risky. So four years ago it all just… broke apart. Everything. He betrayed me and hurt me so much.”

Katsuki then, however, sat back up a little so he could look at you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“So.. what I just want to say is. Thank you. For making me feel something again and… I ain’t used to this cheesy shit, but… For making me fall in love again. If you would have not been so persistent, I would have been still hurting and hating everyone and everything and just be a miserable ass, ya know?”, he said at last with a small smile on his lips as he reached for your hand to lace your fingers together.

“I am glad.”, smilling brightly, you leaned in for a kiss until you pushed him back into the pillow, making him chuckle.

After bottling up everything for the past weeks, he was relieved you both finally took the next step in your relationship. And hopefully, from now on, everything was going uphill. Though, to be honest, with him and you finally having started with having sex and generally experimenting sexually, Bakugou couldn’t wait for the next few weeks.

Because if he had learned anything in the past 15 years of dating, it was that, when you start to have sex, you will do it anywhere and anytime, all the time – and he was ready, oh so ready for that stage of your relationship. Plus, judging by how you were already slightly grinding against him again, you probably were as excited as him for what’s to come.

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⇻ salem.talks: I tried really hard to have this ready for my birthday yesterday but this is one beast of a fucking second part I just couldn’t finish it in time. so… here is a treat for you and myself

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prey-to-go · 2 years ago

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haha unrestrained summer fun- aka no asks means you all suffer- heres the cafe version of these two dumbasses.

Tony would rather not go into the Café, but the other option was...bloody and surprisingly not a lot of inmates were sent to death row which meant it was quickly running out. Another thing was losing control like that despite being oddly satisfying was terrifying. What if someone he cared about got lost in the bloodlust? A shiver runs down his spine at the thought being the last push to walk inside the obviously bright café.

It was a standard one, bright colors, the whole store full of customers with plates, bowls, cups with small people sitting beside food. It made his own stomach queasy to thing of some poor thing having to sit in the mess. They didn’t look to happy either. He takes a seat and a deep breath in as he glances at the menu. The best option would most likely be tea, not to hot or sticky to be in so he placed his order at the button menu at his table.

5 minutes later a waiter came out with a serving plate, a peppy smile on her face. “Good morning, sir! I have your green tea for you, and our specialized prey to properly enhance the flavor. Peter give the drink a sweet taste with hints of a sweet fruit, very popular.” She explains setting his mug down in front of him. The boy stares up at him with wide eyes before shame dances in those honey brown eyes and the gaze is broken.

“Is that everything for you sir? Our scones go well with this drink and the option of two prey comes with that.” The waiter adds on with a smile, drawing his attention back to her. “This is it for me, thanks.” He reassurance with a press smile. Still, he waits for her to leave before turning his attention to the small boy in the mug. “Peter, was it?”

He makes sure to keep his voice soft as to not scared the poor thing. All he gets is a short nod, the boy’s shoulders drawing in slowly. God, he hated how defeated the small thing looked. “I know this isn’t ah...ideal… here how about we get you out of there hmm?” He prompts softly offering his hand to the boy. Peter’s eyes flick from his hand to his face nervously a few times before he clears his throat.

“U-um...I..we...the prey isn’t supposed to leave the dish until the customer’s finished sir.” The quite voice finally says, breaking the silence. And god that rule only made his blood boil...still it wouldn’t be comfortable to sit in the tea but drinking it while the small thing was trapped in the mug?

“Well, that’s a shitty rule.” He states plainly cupping his hands around the mug. He wanted nothing more than to pluck the boy out of the drink and tuck him safely in his pocket but that’s not what he was here to do. Peter just shrugs, refusing to look him in the eyes. Well, that was something that wasn’t sitting well with him.

He takes a small breath in before gently tilting the boy’s chin up with the tip of his fingertip. Peter was chewing on his lip nervously, small hands resting nervously on his finger. He could feel the small thing shaking horribly, like a nervous little dog.

“Listen kid...I don’t want to be the bad guy here, and you have every right to feel terrified of me, but I don’t want you to be scared…So lets just chat for a bit before we get down to business hmm?

It was a painful few seconds but after a bit he gets a meek nod from the boy. It takes a few more minutes more before the boy even says anything, but he waits, his tail swishing behind him anxiously.

“I... I’m scared and..and disappointed in myself cause you’re...you’re Tony Stark and I really didn’t want to meet you like…this.” IT was brutally honest and made his entire being sink down to the floor. “Like what?” He prompts wanting to keep the boy talking. The silence seemed suffocating truthfully.

“Like food. You’re like one of the greatest mind in the world and m’ just here like...like a lemon slice.” The boy sounded like he was son the brink of tears now, the trembling back full force, enough to make a parental croon escape him. God he barely even knew the small thing and he was already pulling at things he wasn’t even aware he had.

“Kid, you’re not food. You’re just taking a job that you need and besides, I’ve been told you’re more fruity that citrusy.” He teases softly making sure to keep his tone light. Thankfully, it got an unsure smile from the boy and was enough to make him relax a tad. Maybe less food centric jokes and he could get the boy to trust him.

Another silence falls over them, Tony having to resist the urge to bring the mug up to his lips. He didn’t want to kill the small trust he had with this small boy. Unfortunately, his stomach decided to make its presence known by growling loudly. Peter’s eyes widen drastically flicking from his face to his middle nervously, small hands grasping the lip of the mug.

“Not yet.” He reassures immediately using the tip of a finger to lightly brush the boy’s hair from his face. Peter barely even flinched at the motion which he was automatically making down as a win. He didn’t want to just gulp the poor thing down, it seemed rude besides he was so young. He sighs softly leaning against the booth grimacing at the squeak the odd material let out.

“So..why don’t you tell me about yourself...ah if you want to at least, I’m more than happy to ramble if you like.” He would much rather have the boy feel safe enough to open up but that probably wouldn’t happen the first time...First time? When was this spot going to become his regular? When Peter didn’t answer, and he gave the kid a decent breath to do so he continued.

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Tony wasn’t sure how long he talked or about what all he talked about, but he was ale to coax a few giggles or smiles out of the otherwise mute boy. The mug was finally cooling down, or at least he felt like it was. As much as he would love to drag this out, he would need to swallow the kid down soon it couldn’t be comfortable to be sitting in cold tea like that.

“I hate to cut this party short but I’m sure you’re not exactly comfortable in there.” He says after a moment of silence. The crestfallen look the kid gave him was enough to make him feel like he had just stabbed a puppy in front of the kid. “I know I know I suck.” He sighs his shoulders slumping. There was no way he was drinking the tea while the kid was still inside, or when he had the small thing snugly tucked away. He tightens his grip around the mug hating at the panicked look he received.

“This is how it’s going to go alight? I’m not...the tea isn’t going with you, what I’m going to do is slip you inside. You can set the pace and everything. That seem fair?”

He didn’t get a verbal response exactly, but Peter seemed more at ease with how the whole thing had been explained. Still, he hated how much fear those eyes held when he was looked at. “I’m going to pick the cup up; I’ll go as smooth as possible.” With the warning out of the way he slowly lifted the ceramic up to his face, an odd feeling washing over him immediately. He had never felt such an odd feeling of protect before, well he had but this was different...more deep seeded. “Bottoms up, ey kid?” That got a small smile from the boy which was good enough for him.

He parts his lips slowly, resting his tongue over his fangs to avoid any mishaps. Last thing he wanted was to traumatize the boy even more and knick him on one. HE gently tips the cup towards his slightly open maw, tensing when he felt small hands brace themselves on his tongue. The green tea taste was there sure, but Peter’s taste was something entirely different, like a warm berry taste. Sweet, but not overly.

The muscle twitches eagerly under the boy but nothing happens other than a barely audible whine. That weird feeling surged inside his chest again, Tony needing to tense to keep from pulling the small thing fully into his maw. He couldn’t he knew that it would scare the kid and break the minimum trust they had going on. Instead, he crooned quietly back in response.

He wasn’t exactly able to see the boy, but he could feel some of the tension ease up. Soon the hands moved, and he felt the boy slowly start climbing more onto his tongue. The muscle twitches again as he waited for the form to fully settle and be supported before slowly puling the boy fully inside his mouth. He didn’t dare close his mouth not wanting to seal the boy into darkness so quickly.

Small hands poke around his mouth after a few seconds, the tense little body relaxing more and more as he got used to the area. He let the boy have free reign, only lightly poking him away from the fangs when he seemingly got too close.

When he nudged the kid the last time a small giggle escaped the boy. It was something he hadn’t expected to hear from Peter, well not this soon at least. The corners of his lips twitch up mischievously before he starts lapping at the boy and doing his best to target each ticklish spot on the small body. His reward was Peter downright squealing with laughter, thrashing around as he tried to avoid his ticklish fate. It was oddly cute.

After a moment he gave Peter a break, letting a soft chuckle out as the boy sprawled out on his tongue, breathing heavily, and letting a weak laugh occasionally. Much better than the reactions he was getting earlier. He gently pins the boy to the roof of his mouth, swallowing the excess saliva that had built up during their little tickle fight of sorts. Crap he hadn’t given Peter any warning. The boy was stiff again no doubt terrified again. He lets a frustrated sigh out and croons softly, doing his best to wrap the small body in a weird sort of hug.

“A-ah sir?”

Tony hums immediately in response, eager to finally be communicating with the boy even if it was just noises. He could feel tiny hands press into the muscle, hell he could practically see the nervous look on the boy’s face as he thought of his question or whatever he was about to say.

“…Thank you for...for being gentle and slow. I know this has to be really annoying...I really tried to be a good snack but its hard knowing what everyone likes and I’m...I’m just really scared of pissing the wrong person off.” Peter’s voice shook as he spoke, another croon rumbling in the demon’s chest. He hoped it soothed the boy rather frazzle his already frazzled nerves. There was a watery whimper, and a small pat in response to the noise. God this small thing was really tugging at his heart strings.

A warble comes out in response to the whimper, the demon closing his eyes as he focused on purring and holding the precious small thing safely in his jaws. It didn’t last very long but considering the boy was speaking he wasn’t going to argue.

“Sir...could...could you swallow me now I...” Peter trails off, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I wanna hear you talk to me again.” The kid mumbles this much quieter than the first bit and if Tony hadn’t been listening, he would’ve missed it.

That small little request made his being warm in ways he wasn’t aware he could feel warm. He chuckles softly nodding slowly. The boy squeaks at the moment, the feeling of small hands trying to find purchase or support making his heart, well reactor melt. He starts tilting his head back making sure that Peter was adjusting to the movement. He stops when he feels the kid’s feet hit the back of his throat. He pauses waiting to see the reaction he would get before he continued. Other than mild trembling there wasn’t a huge reaction.

He waited for a few seconds before letting a warning hum out and swallowing thickly. The feeling of the boy slipping into his throat was a new experience for sure but not and unwelcome one. It felt oddly right.

The demon wasn’t often able to remember his rampages and even then, he never exactly wanted to remember them but this- this was nice, almost pleasant even. He smiles slightly as he feels the boy slip past his collar bone then plop into his stomach. His hunger had never been satisfied in a way that made him feel...almost normal. He lets a pleased sigh out resting a hadn’t on his gut lost in the feeling for a moment until he felt Peter start pressing back.

“Ah...right you wanted me to continue rambling, didn’t you?” He teases softly, pointedly poking the weight that had settled against the front of his stomach. The weight moved at the poke sending an odd sensation through his body. Huh who knew smaller prey would be more satisfying.

Tony spent the next hour talking about random things, work, anything that really came to mind to sooth the boy’s nerves. A few minutes before his hour would up be realized that Peter’s breathing was deep and even. A warmth washes over him as he realizes that the small things had fallen asleep, with him. The idea was insane but still made him a tad smug he was able to make the boy feel safe enough to doze off.

He rests a hand over his middle with a soft grin before speaking in a soft whisper “I’ll see you tomorrow kiddo, hopefully you’ll be chattier.”

#soft vore #avengers soft vore #avengers vore #prey cafe au #an au within an au within an au

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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years ago

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Karasuno boys when you wander away

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :)

A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.

His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?

His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.

“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”

The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.

“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.

Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.

You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.

“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.

“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.

Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.

But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”

That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”

Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”

“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.

So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.

Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.

But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?

It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.

“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”

You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.

“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.

“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.

“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.

“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”

You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”

You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride.

Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.

Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.

Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?

Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.

His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.

Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it

Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you

That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!

Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.

“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”

“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!”

You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).

The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously.

When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.

Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.

You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.

Where the hell were you?

His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.

“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?

The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?

You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.

As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.

“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”

Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”

“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”

Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.

Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.

Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.

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alberivh · 3 years ago

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unwanted lovers

the lovers of the sinner, the thieves of the nation. Caught in despair after hiding their motives behind the ruins of aristocrats , they were now together behind the cells of execution, loving each other in no bounds of life nor death.

diluc x gn!reader

contains (proceed with caution) : major character death, gruesome death, execution. (Heavy angst, comfort/hurt, bad ending)

a/n ; I’m very sleepy these days so enjoy reading this

“diluc..are you sure we’re going to be alright?” , standing behind the cliff, both hands and leg chained up in a huge rocks; standing beyond the other side of the sinners-walls. The cliff was a sharp one, designed to be a punishment for fugitive to regret. But you in the other hand..looked like you didn’t regret anything. Seems like you gone numb and missing, probably dying out of beneficial, but for what exact reason..? Aren’t you going to die? Aren’t you?

The air was in a perfect shape, blowing through the ears of whisper into corruptors mind. It was breezing and perfect, a match for a dead end. The flowers were all a bare minimum, seems as if it was never supposed to grow; Same as how the contradictions between you and diluc relationship.

“we sure are going to be alright…haha”

a simple small affairs of thieves, relationship grew beneath titles. scrawling through the nights of the nations, searching for victims to be devour. Fortune, foods, informations and many more. Dangerous or so, we could talk about it later; after all, privileges of the poor are none to another. Dirts fill the clothes of people with nothing, looking like a lost dog from the leach of their master; it’s how you both look. generally speaking, maybe you both are really perfect from one another. Poor and worthless, messing up the people whom privileges drowns them to exploitation. beneficial for business and public figure, making the knives on both of your throat approach the second you both slaughtered another man.

diluc look so much more than perfect, he is astonishing. Fit more to be a corrupted man instead of a filth whom licks someone toes to be payed. And to live to the fullest, he repayed those who are involved with the corrupted government, by either slaughtering them or just..stealing their granted fortune. It is a job, and to be specific it is a living hell to be in love with your own partner. Loving seems so mature, yet you both found it to be quite bothersome. or maybe that’s just how nature works for someone who grew in an abandoned wilderness. Like how diluc live after his family died, like how you live after you lost everything to the ego’s of the rich.

you both were empty, like you predicted it to be. Diluc was a scum, same as his only eye which felt like a sharpened death. kissing his dry lips as you cried in his chest, embracing the figure of a red-hair thief who ones told you an eternal peace, for the poor we live and for the rich we died, that’s how our life’s work sweetheart. Even if death embarrassed your cheeks, all you wished is for you both to be alive as soon as the worlds ends to be a better place. The smoke of his cigarettes surrounded your cries, it stings the pain of abandonment, like the cries of lovers who only lives to die in the age of glory. although you wouldn’t assume the fact he was a worth of a thousand years of reincarnation, he sure is enough for puppet like you to be pleased.

“still wearing your brother’s eyepatch i see? What’s up with you always wearing it around? You look better without it anyways.”

“he lives in the other ground of the walls, possibly already meeting my father right now. He was beneath 6 feet under the ground anyways, would you like to mourn him?”

“you could just told me he’s dead, Diluc”

“i can’t he’s supposed to be alive after all.”

that’s how you know Diluc’s past, how’d you believe his slaughter and warm to be an abominable crime. As much as you loath those who stick with their family principles, you expect nothing more than Diluc’s ability to keep you both balance from the assumptions of the rich. He is a tool and a lover, even if you fall out of love with him, you could still rely within his power..or so you thought. Fate was cruel, they decided to lend a hand for the inability to be punished by the divine.

You found a comfort at his kisses, it was beautiful. A single line of poet to an old paper, perfection. Never have you though to be deeply in love. dancing like nobody but yourself and diluc himself. Skipping through the laces of fingertips as the mansion burns to the ground, how beautiful the sunset is at the evening; the dust of the corpses which were buried trying it’s best to find the wind, but they were corrupted and only both of you were worth to be despaired. The soul of the worthless, the soul who craves justice for the none; oh god, you both really are in love.

Embracing nothing but him, loving the movement like no one but him, only him, my beloved diluc. The flowers petals which was turned into a thousand of flames are now flying and surrounding the neighborhood. Burning the whole corrupted society was unexpectedly mesmerizing. It seems like it covered the injustice of your action. Burying people underneath their grasp, leaving terrors to the innocent, maybe fairness are really that blind.

The mansion was burned to dust, leaving nothing but bones in the investigation. The fortune you took was nothing, the burns of the screaming neighbors are your daily teases. Diluc found it pleasing that you both are in love once again. Dancing once again. But this time, both of you were chained up in a chamber. Legs full of bruises, cheekbones gone frail, and lips were all drying in horrors. you both are dying in tremors.

Dancing in each other arms, suffering in worth, it’s the last night they thought. The swaying burns of guilt, the loving kisses of embrace, it’s so addicting. Although diluc was hesitant to let go, maybe it’s time to grew on the fact by loving was a cursed from the start. For both of you and diluc. The chains in your legs were rotten, making a deep infection on your ankles. A fatal sources of death and unbalance.

“can we promise something diluc?” , your voice gone hoarse. Trembling and terrified, dying wasn’t so ruthless but seeing diluc suffer was something you wish you could unchange. It’s exhausting to live like no one, maybe diluc felt so too. You were too scared to shed another tears to his chest, anxiety was planting it’s ideology beyond the walls of your mind.

The night was peaceful, maybe the starry sky doesn’t deserve it’s view. Humans are frail, fragile, and too much of a pain to begin with. If you were a god, maybe diluc could be your lover for the rest of your eternal realm. The next life would be fine, just make diluc safe from the grudge of death.

“let us marry each other in the next life, even if it meant for one of us to die again..”

“your wishes is my command, love” , an agreement. He agrees to be in love, whenever the situation is those words would always be kept near. Marriage aren’t that simple to be idealized, but knowing this is your last wish, why not accept the terms? He asked himself.

“you don’t need to be formal like that y’know Diluc, we’re in the same bounds, a fugitive in a prison..”

“well that doesn’t change the fact you’re my lover?” , he replied again. The same silence scowl your emotions to a mess. You really wished you did more than just this, everything. Kissing his lips wasn’t enough, tearing up in his chest wasn’t enough, loving him wasn’t enough and lastly, maybe in the next life your time was too short. can i sacrifice the whole world for you then? So anything that could happened in this state, all of it was for us to met again. I’m too selfish to let go, you are the best thing that universe have fortune to be.

I accept each granted the world has gave, even if it meant for me to die again. Let go of diluc’s hand, let me be the crystalflies Diluc envied; An eternal peace for lovers to reincarnated as. If anything has happened to both of us, let share the burden towards the undeserved. Because in our next life, maybe there wouldn’t be us, just you and another person in chains of eternal love-life.

so whenever i’m lost diluc, intertwined my hands again. And you, whenever you’re lost diluc, love me all over again. Because if this time wasn’t enough, then let us die in each other embrace. Loving you was an intention i never have despises, and as those ancient story told. ‘The once fallen first are the once who fell in love harder.’ I though it was a wise poet, but maybe know i understand, Diluc.

I lost you after you fell to the cliff, i have no regret on loving you. But if time was partial enough for both of us, i rather fall for you without any requited relations with you anymore. Diluc, you’re free. As free as the ocean waves, as free as the guides of the wind, you’re free. I’m sorry for letting you fall away from the range of my life, i’m sorry..

so please Diluc, meet me again sooner or after, i love you.

the pleas for the corpse to hear, here you standing in the cliff alone, waiting for someone to push you apart; to follows Diluc’s path. oh diluc..he look so lonely down’s there..blood all over his head and torso; as he saw you fallen down to his side. Eyes opened in shock, as the knife inside of his stomache rumbles to death. Stings. It stings. He watches the world shutter in his eyes, the eyepatch he use was no longer his brother remnants, it was just a decoration for another corpse to be buried in burden of love. He seems so pathetic in this state, seeing you fallen to his side and couldn’t do nothing but smile.

diluc why am i the only one talking here?

The bloody place you both fallen through was a perfect place for continuation. Trying to slip your head to diluc’s unwary neck, the warm part of his body you couldn’t let go. You heard the whispers of the wind once again, it seems it pitied the living and the dead. Diluc heartbeat was long gone, possibly gone when he smiles at you; for the last time. Diluc was just a body now, your lover have returned to another universe. To another universe you promises him before.

‘in heaven we’ll be free..in heaven we’ll get married diluc.”

the thought of you slowly losing consciousness was better than before. the warm of Diluc’s corpse was starting to fade, same as how your instinct shatter to pieces. The only thing you could see beside the sky was the knife inside his stomach, waiting for it to be freed from the blood of the filth. But your strength was long gone, death already ruins your eyes in despised of being in love. As the ancient tales says in the end of the page, they told the audience a never-ending happy tales, a hope for the lovers to heard at the end. you both are free now..

TAGLIST : @mikachuchu , @zierx @childeluv @urujiako , @chichikoi , @noirkkat , @aphrodicts-imagination , @icecappa

proofread; @mikachuchu (thank you so much wtf mika ily for this /p)

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murusagi · 3 years ago

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[Shuuen no Virche -Error:Salvation-] Yves' Short Story Translation

the original can be found here.

My home, a handymen service store Krewn that accepted any kind of requests, was located in a corner of Kuhne.

People usually come directly to our store with their requests. However, this time around, instead of paying us a visit, our client sent us a letter.

What they requested was…

"Looking for a lost old dog?"

"Yep. Their name is 'Ale,' a small dog--so small that I can hug them."

"I know we often accept this kind of request, but it's not very profitable in any way…"

Despite saying that, Hugo did not reject the request.

"Well. It's up to you whether you want to accept it or not. If you do, I'll handle the other requests. It's a great thing we only have wood chopping requests now."

"Thank you. I know I can always count on you." "Sighs. I'm not in the mood to hear such an obvious thing now."

***

"An old dog? Dunno. Their body must be weak since they're old, yes? I bet they're dying by the roadside."

I gave them my thanks and left as they continued their business in the largest street of Marche.

"Just because Alpciel is a small country, it doesn't mean I can find them easily, huh."

I scratched my head, talking to myself. But I didn't give up and headed to the next location.

***

A few days after that…

I continued looking for Ale whenever I had time. However, even though I had run around the country and searched their whereabouts, I still couldn't find them.

One night, I decided to go look for Ale while patrolling with the vigilantes. I came home empty-handed.

"Hmmm. Just where on Earth are they…? Considering their body, they shouldn't have gone too far…!"

"Are you still looking for that dog?"

Said Adolphe, my friend as well as the leader of vigilante, as I talked to myself in the church.

"...Hm? Have I ever mentioned that to you, Adolphe?"

"People in the town are talking about you 'cause you keep running around day and night."

He lightly scolded me for forcing myself. I apologized to him, saying, "Sorry, sorry."

"You don't have to be this focused in looking for the dog that you even sacrificed your sleep. Go home and rest today."

"No… I can't do that. I don't have time."

"You don't have time? What do you me…"

Before Adolphe could finish his sentence, a sound was heard from the church's door. However, there was no sign of someone opening the door.

"...? What was that?"

Just when we were wondering what happened, we found a letter in the gap of the door.

It was addressed to me, but I didn't know who the sender was. "Who on Earth are they?" so I wondered while opening the seal and checked the content.

"Today, when I was picking up herbs in the forest, I found a dog that looks similar to the one you have been looking for. However, I lost sight of them in an instant. I'm not certain if they were the right dog, but I wrote you this letter thinking it might help."

"...!!"

As soon as I finished reading the letter, I lifted my head with excitement.

"I know you're worried about me, but sorry, Adolphe! I can't go home just yet...! I'm going to finish this request with Hugo!"

"...Just make sure not to force yourself."

I left the church right after I replied to him.

***

"... He didn't notice that the letter was from me--the god of Death, did he? I hope it can help him even for a little bit…"

***

I changed my clothes in a hurry and met Hugo who lives in another place. We then ran as fast as we could to the thick of the forest. There…

"Found you…!"

An old dog with shaky steps and bodies full of wrinkles. It was a relief that we managed to find them. However…

"There's a cliff ahead…!"

Not noticing that they were walking towards "death," Ale continued to totter around in search for their male owner.

We were so close to reaching them when their body was thrown into the air.

"ALE!!!"

Before I knew it, I found myself jumping from the cliff.

"Y-YVES!!"

I could hear someone's scream that sounded like Hugo's, but I couldn't stop once I jumped down.

"I can make it…!"

I kicked the slope, increasing my speed as I reached out my hand as far as I could. I managed to grab Ale and held them tightly in my arms as we fell down. Then, I said to the small body trembling in my arms…

"You'll be fine. Trust me! We can make it!"

Ale barked, as if they were responding to me. At that moment, due to a mighty jolt in my head and back, my consciousness faded away.

…

…..

"Goodness. You scared me half to death. What would happen to you if there weren't any trees there?"

"Woof...woof…"

"There's no need to worry. He might be bleeding, but his life is not at risk. I'm not very experienced, but I'll treat him."

After all...

"There's a big ordeal awaiting him. I can't let him die in such a place."

***

Several hours after that…

I opened my eyes and safely reunited with Hugo who came to pick me up in a hurry. My wounds had already been treated by that time. I thought Hugo was the one who did it for me, but apparently, he wasn't.

As much as I wanted to know who in the world that treated me… I had no time for that. Because it was finally the time to let Ale meet their owner again.

When we knocked on the door, a small voice could be heard from inside. Then…

"...A-Ale… You came home…. sobs. sobs…!"

Taking a deep slow breath, Hugo seemed to have understood everything after looking at the young man who could not get up from his bed.

As soon as we gently put Ale down on the floor, they immediately snuggled up to the bed the man was lying on.

That's right. Ale's owner was about to reach 23 soon. He'd die of the "God of Death's curse" that had been haunting Alpciel.

"This dog… has always been… with me. I know that my death is approaching. Even if you become a reliver and prolong your life… you will lose most of your emotion… a memory specification… you can't carry over. There's a chance… I will lose the "feelings" I have… towards them… right?"

That is why…

"I won't prolong… my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with… Ale."

Listening to him, Hugo then turned at me.

"So.. this is why you were in such a hurry to go look for the dog?"

"...Yeah. He didn't say it specifically in the letter, but his handwriting was thin and choppy… I figured he must not have much energy left to write."

The man did not lament or grieve, gently stroking Ale. As the dawn completely broke the night, he quietly breathed his last.

Then, after sending off their owner, Ale dropped into sleep a few days later. As if they were following their owner.

***

He was a foolish man who decided not to prolong his life for a mere dog.

...Said a large number of people who couldn't understand the path he chose.

However, I thought it's also a form of "love."

"...This softhearted guy. In this country where life and emotion are nothing but consumable items, your personality will bring you no good."

"Haha. I'm looking for a reward--"love," after all. We're in the same boat."

I also want to meet someone with whom I can share a one and only… beautiful, big "love," just like that person and that dog.

I couldn't help but think about them who died in the course of "love."

#otome game #otomate #shuuen no virche #yves #saito soma #translation

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