#The makeup maniac in me took over sorry

[praisephantom]

Analyzed this

particular picture of them and after comparing, realized..

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............

Light is wearing chapstick. Hell, it actually almost looks like lipstick. I KNOW CLINIQUE BLACK HONEY WHEN I SEE IT.

[charliedawn]

It broke my heart reading the slashers x engaged!reader. What would their reactions be if she left her fiance for them and refused to go back? 🥹😭

Part 1:

Penny was waiting outside...He didn't want to come in. He was afraid of falling even deeper in misery at the sight of your wedding dress. He stayed outside. He thought it was over. You had made your choice.

But, he was surprised when the doors opened and here you were. You looked out of breath and he could hear multiple voices calling you back inside—but you didn't care. You bundled up your dress and ran towards him.

"PENNY !", you called for him at the top of your lungs.

He quickly understood what was going on as he saw your betrothed run after you and giggled maniacally. So...you had indeed made your choice. He vanished and reappeared in front of you—facing your fiance and family with a wide toothy grin. It was threatening and his eyes glowed yellow. They all took a step back and when he grabbed you and pulled you against his chest—he could hear your heart beat wildly in your chest. But, it wasn't fear.

Finally…you were his.

"Do NOT touch what is mine."

Pennywise didn’t enter the church. He didn’t want to. What would it change ? He was there to prove to himself that he didn’t need you. He didn’t need anyone…But then, the doors opened and when you came out…All he could see was you. You spotted him—even without the clown costume and makeup. You knew who he was.

When you ran straight into his arms—his eyes widened and his astonishment only grew as you whispered.

"Take me away from this place."

Pennywise took a couple of seconds before smirking and wrapping his arms around you. He now understood. He was foolish to think he didn’t need you…But now, he was certain that you needed him just as much.

"You're really bossy, you know that ?"

Suddenly, your dress burst into flames and was replaced by a dress he found...more appropriate. He knew red would look better on you…When your guests and betrothed ran out of the church, you were already gone. Pennywise had done his very best to keep you away from him, but he was tired of always being the reasonable one.

You wanted him ? And he wouldn’t be the fool to turn you down twice.

Freddy crashed the ceremony. Literally. He knocked the door down and entered with his hands raised in the air. Funny. You were pretty sure you hadn’t told him the date…

"Y/N ! Ya gettin’ hitched and didn’t think ‘bout tellin’ ya ol’ buddy Freddy ?!"

He sat down on front row and stared at you with a smile that didn’t match his eyes. His eyes were full of misery and you knew what he was doing. He was forcing you to confront the truth. You were pretty sure this was all a dream…

You sighed and ignored him. But, his face then replaced your betrothed and his infuriating smirk made you roll your eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart. Ya know am better. We understand each other. We know each other. You have seen me at my worst, and I saw ya for who ya really are. Dya really think your fancy-pansy fiance will get ya as much as I do ?"

He suddenly pulled you in his arms and then, it was just the both of you. You started dancing and Freddy sneered.

"Come on, sweetheart. Say I do to me."

He seemed so smug—as if he knew—as if he’d always known. And it was a dream. How bad could it be to comply this once ?

"I…do ?"

And with those words, you came back to your own world and Freddy was there—leaning over you with a knowing smirk.

"Here we go…Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it ?"

You frowned when you looked around and found yourself in your bedroom and let out a sigh of relief. Of course it was only a dream…However, when you tried to leave the bed…something held you back. You felt a as if your hand had suddenly turned to stone. You looked down and frowned as you saw a ring around your finger.

"Freddy…What is that ?"

You tried to remove it, but you couldn’t. And when you looked up, Freddy was smirking.

"Sorry…Did I forget to mention that EVERYTHING that happens in my world also happens in real life ?"

Your eyes widened at the realisation and you tried to move again…but found yourself unable to. And Freddy then showed his own hand with a matching ring around his finger.

"Surprise, sweetheart. You just took the BEST decision in yer life ! You got yerself a pretty great husband."

…Hell. You were in Hell.

Jason had given you his mother’s ring when he had heard the news. He wanted you to know how he felt. He had always seen you as the glue sticking all the slashers together. You were their caretaker. But, more than that for him…You had been the first human being to treat them with decency.

He knew he was a monster. But, you had never treated him like it…You had always seen him as a human being. You had never tried to judge or hurt him…

So, when he heard the news. He wanted to accept it. He truly did. But, he was devastated inside. So, he asked. He asked for you not to get married. He looked up at the sky and asked for you to realise and come back…

He came to the wedding, but not because he wanted to. He just wanted you to see him. So he may show you exactly what he wanted you to see. You gasped when you recognised him in the crowd…He wasn’t wearing his mask. You were the only one who knew what was underneath. It was the reason he had decided to remove his mask, to make you understand. You were the only one he had chosen to share this secret with. And when he smiled, your heart broke. He was the only one crying when everyone seemed so happy. A grotesque portrait. And worse part was, you couldn’t help but cry as well…

When it was time to exchange the rings…You surprised your betrothed by getting out the ring Jason had given you and put it on. Jason immediately understood what it meant and his smile turned genuine as you slowly turned away from your ex-to-be husband and ran into his arms. He caught you and he ran for the door.

And nobody stood in your way…

"Let me explain something to you, Y/N. I am not husby-material."

Jack liked you. Of course he did. But last time he had a family, it ended badly. Very badly. He wanted you to go and get married. He wanted you to be happy. But, you both knew how he felt. He wasn’t fooling anyone…But, he was the first to bring you to the altar and pretend to smile during the ceremony.

But, his eyes widened when you hesitated when it was time to say “I do”. Something felt wrong. You couldn’t tell what it was until you felt Jack behind you. And…in front of everyone else…He dared hug you from behind. His whole aura felt…different. He then whispered for only you to hear.

"I know what I said. I know that I am a damn fuck-up. But…Don’t marry him. Please."

Your first reaction was rage. How dared he ?! He had no right ruining your marriage ! He had told you to get married ! He had even congratulated you…But when you turned around and all you could see in his eyes was desperation…Your eyes softened and you took his hand.

"…Let’s get out of here."

You told him and Jack grinned before pulling you into his arms.

"My pleasure." He then used his abilities to get you the both of you out of the building.

Perks of being an entity…

"No."

Brahms didn’t want you to marry anyone. And he was sure to tell you from the start. But, he knew he couldn’t tell you why. He wanted to. Badly. But, he was…scared.

"Brahms…" He heard you call him from behind his bedroom door and he shook his head.

"No…"

"Brahms. Please." You tried to reach out to him with your words…but it didn’t seem to work.

"I. Said. No."

Fortunately, you had the keys to his room and went in. It was dark, but you could still make out his figure in the darkness. You reached out for him. But when you touched him, he snapped.

"NO !" He shoved you back and for the first time, Brahms was truly angry. His breathing became hectic and his grip was almost painful. "Brahms is a good boy ! He has always been a good boy to you ! So why ?! Why won’t you love Brahms ?!"

Your eyes widened in shock. You knew he was upset, but you didn’t think it was to such extent…Your eyes softened and you calmly reached out for his head to press his face against your shoulder.

"I am sorry, Brahms. I didn’t understand…I didn’t think…"

He started crying against your shoulder as he held you closer.

"Don’t go…Love me. Love me…"

His voice cracked and you shed a few tears yourself as you returned his hug.

"I’ll stay. I am here, Brahms. I won’t leave you."

He looked up at you with tearful eyes and asked with a weak and desperate expression.

"Promise ?"

You pressed him closer against you.

"Yes, Brahms. I promise."

"Well, shit. Am I early ?" Bo asked while looking around—seeing that no one had arrived yet. He looked down at his watch. Of course he was late. That wasn’t issue. But, he wasn’t so late as to have missed the whole thing…

But then, you came out. You didn’t seem happy to see him. He sighed. Had Lester and Vince given him the wrong damn time ? Well…Not that it really mattered. He smiled and waved.

"Hello there, darlin’. Sorry for showing up late…or early ? To be honest, I have no goddamn clue of the time. And you know ma bruthers don’t really know how to read so…"

You shook your head.

"The marriage is off."

There was a moment of silence.

"…What ?"

"You heard me."

He sighed.

"…Well, thank goodness for that. No offense darls’, but yer little sweetheart was a goddamn bore."

He told you before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting up one. He blew the smoke out and it seemed all tension left his body as he tilted his head back and stared up at the sky.

"Aren’t you at least going to ask me why ?"

He huffed a laugh before shaking his head.

"…Nah, darls’. I know why ya did it. Am not blind. Nor dum’." He smirked before finally looking at you. "Was gonna crash that ridiculous weddin’ anyway. Ya jus’ made ma job easier…"

It was your time to huff a laugh. You didn’t know if it was true, but you didn’t really care.

"…Can I have a smoke ?", you finally asked and Bo nodded.

"Sure ya can. You earned it."

He then gave you a cigarette and lit it with his. He then stayed a few seconds longer than necessary before pulling away.

"You know what ?"

You turned your head towards him.

"What ?"

He smirked.

"Can’t wait to see how prutty you’ll be in that wedding dress when it’s my turn…"

[sunnydayroleplay]

I'm sorry if you have other requests or headcannons that you need to deal with. I'm very new to asking people stuff so I do apologize if what I sounds odd.

How do you think Jack would react if the MC was also a clown. Like one day he walks in to check on his Sunshine and finds them kitted out with colorful hair and face paint, clearly looking like a clown.

No need to apologize! Your idea sounds perfectly fine to me! It's cute and sweet! And I'll gladly write a little bit a wholesome~ Content Inside: You as the Clown you are (Jk jk, unless..) Jack also being a supportive clown boyfriend, Typical use of "Sunshine, Sunspot, Sunbeam, etc..." _____________________________________________________________

So for some reason, whether your work decided to bring back the clown nose and attire for you, or you're a secret entertainer, you were in your room.

Your desk full of colorful makeup pallets, with brushes, and a mannequin holding on a colorful wig.

You were finishing up the final touches of making your face as pale as possible, with some epilepsy inducing colors all over your eye lids.

You had a wig cap on, and you were blending in the edges to match the skin tone on your forehead.

You had your door closed, and your favorite drink sitting beside you. You picked it up and took a sip from the cup and you placed it back down.

Grabbing your very colorful clown wig, you slowly inch it completely onto your bald head.

After successfully finishing your hair and face, you grab a makeup spray setter, and you spritz it all over your face.

During your spritzing, you notice in the corner of your eye, a certain blue haired clown yourself.

You quickly put down the spray bottle, and turn to face him, chuckling nervously.

"H-Hey Jack! How are you...?"

Jack took a few curious steps closer, leaning in with his hands held behind his back, and with a mischievous grin.

"I'm goood~ How are you sunspot?"

"I'm doing good- Yourself-?"

He was closer than he was before, he still leaned into you and his hands were still behind his back. He looked off to the side and looked back at you.

"Is this your way of saying something?~"

That same cheeky grin was still imprinted on his face, as he pecked your cheek.

He stood up straight, resting his hands on his hips, letting out a determined breath.

"If so, it's working~ You've got me entrapped my sunshine~ My dear~ The light of my life~!"

"Oh you've put me under a great spell of love and appreciation, and it's only awakening me what I fear most to come!"

You giggle at his melodramatic performance, even giving a simple, well polished clap.

"Oh what spell would that be Jack?"

Jack lifted his hands to rest them on your shoulders, gently massaging them with his yellow gloves.

You tilt your head as you let out a relaxed sigh, only to begin giggling like a maniac as he tickled you.

"The tickles galore! No one is safe!"

He continued to tickle your neck, you desperately tried to huddle yourself deeper and closer as to not fall victim to this demise, but it did not work for the good minute it lasted.

"Aha! Stop it you'll ruin the loooook~!"

He slowly stopped himself and giggled along with you, stealing yet another kiss on your cheek.

"You look great, sunbeam."

"You're just sayin' that to make me feel better~"

"No no! I truly mean it! Being a clown suits you!"

"You're such a dork."

"At least I'm yours~"

[clouddrawsstuf]

A dance to forget.

Uhh Cw for (technically) canon character death nd stuff :3 be safe chat :3

(Boarder by sarkadia graphics)

"May I have this dance?"

...

The words rung loudly in his mind as he stared at the body that was below him. A dance. He asked for a final dance. The day before he died. Rui looked over at the troupe that was left behind. They all had the same look of abstract horror on their faces. Then he looked at Saki and Akito who were standing right next to each other, hands intertwined.

The girl was crying into the ginger's shirt as the scent of the day old body wafted through the room. Her sobs were the only thing they could hear over the static in their brains. In the dressing room of all places.

He was shot in the dressing room. His dressing room. The one he brought the troupe into to discuss their summer plans. The one he practiced restlessly in for their newest shows. The one he got a concussion in after slipping on a banana peel.

...

Why did the world have to forsake him.

...

"Rui-kun! Come dance with me!" The jester spoke, laughing maniacally. It swung from some sort of trapeze before jumping down right in front of the other. He put out his hand, grinning from ear to ear. His smile looked faker than the backdrop they were on. But Rui still took his hand. Rui still trusted him. He looked just like the love of his life so why wouldn't he?

The jester wrapped one of his hands around the cusp of Rui's waist and interlocked his hand with Rui's own. Their palms pressed together as they stepped to the middle of the circus tent. It smiled at Rui, one last time before starting to step. He just had to keep up with it. They waltzed for what seemed like hours and even gained a bit of an audience, made up of the vocal synths. They all looked so murder hungry, as if once they stopped dancing, it would be off with Rui's head.

But they kept going. The jester,, not only did he look like who Rui was infatuated with, he felt like it too. The same warmth that the purple haired man had felt when dancing with Tsukasa, he feels it here too. Almost like he's not fully gone.

Almost like he was there, dancing in spirit.

Just the thought alone was able to make him tear up.

"Wah!? Rui-kun, why are you crying? What's up with that?!" It spoke, haulting itself as it held Rui in the air, mid spin. He only shook his head, wiping away his tears, which smudged a bit of the makeup on his face. He wanted to be put down. He didn't like the air.

"I don't understand you when you don't use words, Rui-kun. Speak to me."

He promised he wouldn't, he can't use them he just can't. He covered his ears in a panic, tears still steadily flowing out of him. "I'm still here with you, so why don't you just talk?" It put him down. He wanted to run, he wanted to get away. He didn't like this thing, and he didn't want to.

"Pl...e."

He couldn't hear the other over the sounds of his sobs now. His ears ringing with sorrow.

"..ui"

No more, no more no more no more no more-

"..."

Silence. It was too much. Too overwhelming. He wanted something to happen, for someone to talk again and tell him it's all fine. He wanted to be held, to be comforted.

"Rui?" The pink haired girl spoke, walking up to him and tapping him on the back. There was glass shattered all around him. He.. oh. They were in a hall of mirrors. "Are you okay, Rui?" Emu crouched next to him, tilting her head, trying to sign as well, but failed.

He simply stood up and smiled at her. She smiled back and grabbed his hand to lead him out of the maze.

The jester watched from afar.

"They're so kind to each other, Tsukasa. They must've been friends for a while now.. hehe.." it spoke, staring at the spirit that sat in the corner. "I'm sorry you're caught in the middle of this conflict. I needed a body of some kind. You were just the closest host."

It smiled. Wide.

"Have fun watching the show now.." The jester laughed before running away, the bells on its hat jingling with every step.

[i-feel-strange]

ATTENTION! In this... Fanfiction? There will be pronouns for leading she/her. Joseph/Jack will be pushy and those who don't like being molested should not read. The action takes place in 1980, before Joseph's death. And there may also be errors in the text, I still use the translator.

(I am a big fan of Leo Tolstoy, so there will be a lot of water here, stock up on life jacket)

Date

As far as you remember, you were friends with Joseph for a little over five months, but this charming gentleman has already asked you on a date several times. You gently and tactfully refused. The actor did not lose his resolve. And now you are already standing at the mirror and picking up a dress for the evening. Red, too bright, this dress is like your grandmother's, this is old, she's been wearing this for a week. You chose a modest, black dress, with gloves, all the same, we are going to a restaurant. I wonder what Joseph will wear?

My God! I didn’t think that sunshine was so easy to agree, she refused me for so long. I already thought about leaving it behind and stop bothering her. I'm about to burst with happiness! That's enough, pull yourself together Joseph Haberday! This date should go well, I've planned everything down to the smallest detail. We go to a restaurant, I hope my sun will not be embarrassed, I want her to remember this evening for a long time. A cozy room, with walls hung with paintings, spacious and bright, without insane prices, but true products. I would like to pay the bill in full, but if my ray of light wants, she can pay herself. I booked a table away from everyone, in the corner of the room so that no one would disturb us. Should I send flowers? Or a gift? No, it will be too much. Where are the cigarettes? Better smoke now, I hope I still have perfume left. I often smell of smoke, but the sunshine always smells perfect. When I arrive in the dressing room after rehearsal, my sun is already there and waiting for me. I sit down on a chair, and her light and gentle hands correct my makeup. I try not to stare at her body, but it's pretty hard.Once I was already caught red-handed, it was pretty embarrassing. We can talk for hours non-stop, somehow we started talking about films, we have the same taste, she told me about the recently released thriller, but I didn’t really listen to her. It was more interesting to watch her facial expressions, hands with which she "explained" the film in parallel, how she moves from side to side, captured by the story about maniacs. The most attractive thing was to look at her lips. Damn, when will I ever get a chance to get her a kiss. Each time she uses different lipsticks, mostly delicate and pearlescent shades. I wonder if she will choose a smoky rose or burgundy for a date? What time is it now?

Fuck, it's almost eight o'clock!

I hastily selected a plain white shirt and a black vest, with slightly visible vertical stripes. Black tie, black trousers, everything is strictly and ironed.

20:00. Restaurant "Parlaur"

Surprisingly, I was not late, but the sun lingers. Maybe something happened? Or is she... No, no. She can't do that, my sunshine wouldn't do that, right?

Ha ha ha, shit. Joseph has probably been waiting for you for a fucking hour. How could you fall asleep before such an exciting event, and Joseph told you to rest more. It's all from lack of sleep. That bucket of bolts can't move faster?! Finally! Are you here. And he's here too. Phew, thank God. It stands alone, like a beaten puppy. Damn, how do you go now? Okay, good boobs knead, you need to approach confidently and apologize for being late.

- Hey... Hey...I'm sorry I'm late, I-

- Sun, finally! Are you all right? Nothing happened? I was so worried! What happened?

He, like a caring folder, took your face in his hands and began to examine me. You took his wrists and tried to stop the flow of his incoherent words.

- Calm down Joseph! Everything is fine with me! We still have time to go to the restaurant, right?

He shook his head positively. He smiled softly and held out his hand to you. Your hand looked like a puppet in comparison to his. The gentle giant gently squeezed your hand in his and directed your duet to the restaurant. The place was amazing! You sat down at a table away from everyone, a little strange, but not important. You made an order and discussed all possible topics. The conversation did not last too long, your order was submitted. The dishes were wonderful, they recaptured their cost. Joseph, of course, offered to pay for everything, but you chose to split the bill in half. Time seemed to fly by and you both lacked some two hours! The young actor suggested that you go to the park, where there is a bridge that crosses a small river. The square was full of trees of different varieties. The moon shone through the branches, but the main source of light was the lanterns. Appearing at the bridge, both of you leaned on the stone indent and watched the river flow quietly. Your conversation has subsided a bit. You moved on to a more soulful discussion, which was accompanied by whispers.

- Actually, I'm very selfish. I've been climbing to you with this date for so long. I want to say I'm sorry you had to come with me...

-What are you, Joseph? This evening was wonderful! I'm glad you invited me, thank you very much. I wouldn't even mind going again.

You said the last sentence a little quieter, but he still caught your sweet words.

-Truth!? Is this an invitation?

-I think yes. I invite you on a date Joseph.

-Hmm. I don’t even know, I have so many things to do, all in worries.

He said it jokingly. You pushed him on the shoulder. Your laughter echoed throughout the garden. As the chuckles began to fade, you noticed him approaching you. Quietly and timidly, trying to test the waters, trying not to scare you. You did not resist and gave it to big, but such native hands to embrace you. You felt how his heart beats, how his chest rises and falls, how his perfume smells, and how tightly he presses you to his body, afraid to let go. You pulled away, Joseph was scared and pressed you harder, but you were not going to leave. Holding out your hands, you brought the clown's face closer to yours. He doesn't seem to be moving away, but you asked him before.

-May I..

-Of course sunshine, I beg you... Kiss me.

You immediately merged into a soft kiss.

-I love you Joseph...

-I love you too (Y/N)

You had to stand on your toes. Joseph did you a favor and lifted you up. His lips devoured yours and asked for more. You gave permission and the kiss got a little hungry and desperate? Kissing became more passionate and aggressive. Joseph moved from your lips to your neck. The kisses were frequent and with some pressure.In interruptions, he asked you. His hands wandered along your body. You were like prey in the hands of a predator.

-(Y/N), please, I've dreamed about this for so long.

He breathed loudly into your neck.

You pulled back a little, but you wanted the same thing.

-Joseph, someone can see us! Not here.

His low, needy moan was drowned out by your chest.

- There should be a hotel not far away, let's go there.

- As you wish sun.

Before leaving, he poured his lips into yours, as if to say that this will not end there.

The night was long and very passionate. Joseph impatiently hid clothes from you and casually threw them anywhere. He didn't want to let you go for so long. Called you the love of my life, promised never to leave you and take care of you. He seemed so insatiable, but you even liked it.

When you woke up in the morning, you went home and met again at work.

There was a 20-minute break and Joseph, as usual, went into the dressing room. It was surprisingly quiet. But when you finished with makeup, he asked:

- So... Umm.. Are we together now?

- I would like to continue, I would like to be with you together.

-I also want this.

He quietly approached your lips and gave a short kiss.

I hope our next date will be very soon.

- And you won't have time to blink an eye, as you will be in my bed.

He laughed slightly.

- Can't wait like that anymore?

[lcnelyghost]

I’ve come to request a Tristan fic! I’m my mind, Tristan is like trying to be a least a little sober so like I feel that he would be a bit mad at the reader for giving into the temptations of getting drunk.

a/n: i’m in my finn phase again rn so i HAD to write this. tristan is definitely one of my favs so i’m more than happy to write about him! thanks anon! also sorry if this took a little bit of a dark turn, i can’t help it when these little ideas begin to pop up and get me typing away.

warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse, drug use, past suicide attempts

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!!

fire with fire ☆

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Tristan sat on the bed of you’re suite, patiently waiting for when you’d arrive again. You told him you were going out but he had no clue where. He trusted you enough to not say anything about it. Although, you did invite him but he quickly declined. He hadn’t really been interested in getting crazy drunk anymore. And it was slowly starting to piss you off.

When you first met Tristan, he was a total party animal. He’d do it all. The drugs, the sex, the drinking, god he’d do everything he could to have a good time. That’s the kind of guy you wanted. That’s what you craved to have.

You got back to the hotel into the early hours of the morning. You were completely shit-faced. No, you hadn’t been unfaithful to Tristan. You just.. enjoyed yourself for once.

You sluggishly rattled the door to you’re suite. You hadn’t brought a key with you but Tristan was always up watching TV, so you’re presence certainly wouldn’t go unnoticed.

He opened the door to see you standing there, giggling maniacally. You’re eye makeup was smudged and whilst being out, you decided to wipe you’re lipstick off. A look of sadness yet annoyance came upon you’re partner’s face.

“I’m not even gonna ask what you’ve been up to. I think I already know the answer.” Tristan scoffed. You shoved past him and flung yourself onto the bed. He hated when you were like this. You could always be such a bitch when you were drunk, not the funny or flirtatious type. Just bitchy.

“I’ve got a life. Why not use it to enjoy what I can?” You snapped at him. He stood there, nose wrinkling in disgust.

“Yeah, you’re right. You have got a life. So why the hell are you wasting it by filling you’re body with all that toxic shit? Seriously Y/n, what’s the point..” He scolded.

You laughed at his comment. Oh, so he’d decided to turn into an innocent, soft angel now? That’s not what you remembered.

“Says the asshole who got me hooked on it from the very start.”

Tristan quickly whipped his head around. He looked hurt. He’d already explained that his time with drink and drugs was over. The both of you knew it was now quite a sensitive subject to bring back up.

“I’m clean, I don’t touch that shit. It doesn’t mean anything anymore.” He snapped back. You rolled over and began to giggle again. He wasn’t finding any of this funny, you could certainly tell that from a mile off.

“Why? Give me one good reason why, huh? Cmon Tristan, it was nice while it lasted. Who’s to say we can’t do it all over again?” He was getting angry now. You were pushing the wrong buttons and you knew it.

“NO!” He roared. “Don’t you remember how I felt during all of that? I don’t recall it being fun. From what I remember, it was just darkness. I did it all and felt nothing. I was ill. I was psychically and mentally fucking ill. Christ, I even managed to hit you!”

“I liked it.”

Tristan took a few steps back, now feeling rather uncomfortable with you’re words. He was devastated that you had tumbled into a full blown addiction. He’d always preferred you being sober. You could turn cruel and vulgar the minute you hit the bottle. He had slowly been watching you turning into what he was in the past. And he couldn’t allow it any longer.

He walked back over to you on the bed and kneeled down. “Y/n, just stop this shit already. Or atleast try. All I got out of this was pain. I did it so the pain could stop, but it didn’t. It just got stronger until I couldn’t fight anymore. Don’t you remember how many times I tried to off myself? You know it wasn’t just because of stress. It was this. Whenever I was like this, I just felt like nothing.”

You felt yourself become a little more serious. You did in fact remember the times where you walked into one of the bathrooms at a party, finding Tristan on the floor, either unconscious or laying in a puddle of his own vomit. He tried so hard to overdose, but somehow only lived through it and made himself worse.

You shakily lifted you’re hand and stroked his cheek. “Mm, sorry..” you slurred. He lay you down properly on the bed and cradled you until he knew you were asleep. Fuck the drugs. Fuck the drink. Fuck the fun. Tristan came first before anything, and that was something you’d never deny.

[honey-andmilktea]

𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞

-𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐍

・゜゜・．🤎📜☕️𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 [𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭]

✒️ 𝟐.𝟔𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | 🤎 𝐖𝐓𝐌!𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 [🚬] 𝐱 𝐋𝐀𝐋!𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚 [🕯️] | 🌙 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 [🎻], 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 [🥢]

👜 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

🕰️ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 [𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!]

🍁 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 @armysantiny 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐭 @welcome-to-maniac [𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥!]

🎼 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐛 𝐔𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧

🐻 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨��𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 ��𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭! ^^

🍷 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞! | 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚? 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫! [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!]

The day Felix and Ace got together everything felt right.

Ace felt like he had found the man of his dreams. Someone who was going to take care of him and be there for him. That quickly changed once he started to realize what he actually got himself into.

How obsessed he really was with Hyunjin.

At first he just thought he was being a caring friend and giving him a second chance…how wrong he was. 

It was date day for Felix and Ace. Ace was extremely excited since it was a very anticipated date that he planned out for the two. He dolled himself up, dressed in the best clothes he owned and took extra care with his makeup and hair. When he was ready to leave he got a text from Felix. 

‘Hey Cupid I’m sorry, Hyunjin needs me for something so I won’t be able to make it to our date.’

‘I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.’

He reread the message over and over again feeling tears well up as he sat down on his bed.

‘It’s fine.’ 

He sent Di a message before throwing his phone across the room and curling into himself and sobbing. This wasn’t the only time he’s canceled a date for Hyunjin and he quickly learned it wouldn’t be the last. 

He had gone to the bar to surprise Felix. He smiled big as he parked his car, making sure his lip gloss was on right and that his clothes looked nice. He walked into the bar weaving around people not caring if he got bumped into just happy to go see his boyfriend. He sat up at the bar and smiled big at Minho. He gave him a small smile back and ruffled his hair a little. “You here to see Lix?” Ace nodded quickly, giving a giggle at the affection. Minho nodded and went to go find Lix.

He walked out and smiled when he saw his boyfriend. When Ace landed eyes on him it felt like the whole world brightened up. His heart melted and he bit his bottom lip lightly knowing he was just falling deeper and deeper for the man. “Hey Cupid~ What you doing here? I thought you were busy.” Ace smiled and leaned over giving him a small peck on the lips.

“I wanted to surprise you!” He said happily as Felix smiled big, leaning against the counter.

“Well you did.~ What are you planning on doing for the day?” He said as he lightly brushed hair from Ace’s face. 

“Hmmm maybe go shopping for somethings, get food and then go home.~” He said as Felix listened, nodding along and playing with Ace’s hair lightly. Ace smiled big, happy to have this time with his boyfriend. This is all he asked for. But that moment had to be ruined. Hyunjin stepped in and smiled at Lix.

Felix smiled back at him, his mood seemed to brighten up ten fold, his smile also seemed…different. Different to the one he would give Ace and that’s when the insecurities started to wash over. He shied away, overanalyzing how he looked, how he acted. 

Was he too much?

Should he change?

Was he enough?

He looked at the way he looked him over, he looked at him like he hung the moon and stars. 

Like he was perfect. 

Ace felt a sudden hit of dreed and pain hit him like a train and his hands started to shake. He quickly moved away from Lix. Felix turned around and looked at him with furrowed brows. “Are you okay baby?” Hearing the nickname come from his lips made Ace want to crash down sobbing. He quickly nodded his head masking any tears that might have been collecting at the corners of his eyes. 

“Y-Yeah! Totally okay! I just remembered I didn’t feed the familiars. I bet they’re starving! I should go. Um…bye!” He said quickly leaving without another word, no kiss, no nicknames or smile. Just ran out. Felix looked after him confused and worried. 

He never forgot to feed his animals or leave without a kiss. Hyunjin looked worried too as he looked at Lix who just shrugged lightly hoping his boyfriend was okay. 

Ace ran to his car, driving home as best as possible, not really caring if he got into an accident. He rushed out of it and into his house, slamming doors open and closed rushing to his bathroom. He broke down looking at himself in the mirror as he saw his makeup run down. “Why can’t I ever be enough…” He choked out as he slid down the bathroom wall, sobbing softly to himself. He saw his razor, its blade looking so tempting and welcoming. It knew it would give him some real needed relief, an escape from what he was feeling. His wrist burned as he kept staring at it, moving slowly for it until Claw knocked his head into his hand. The Arctic Wolf whimpered softly as Ace looked at him, more tears streaming down his face.

He hugged him and sobbed into his fur. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He kept whispering as he shook, feeling his world destroying. 

His world was breaking and it was because of Lee Felix. 

It was their anniversary day. 

Felix almost forgot about it but Ace wasn’t surprised. He was expecting it. He sat at the kitchen table of Minho’s apartment waiting for Felix. He had asked Minho if he could stay at Jooheon’s for the night since he wanted to surprise Felix. He made sure no one else was going to be there and even got some help from Jisung on setting things up and setting the mood. He had messaged the blonde to come at a certain time cause he wanted to give him something but, here he was sitting down twirling a rose in his hand. His face was in his palm as he looked at the time. 

He was an hour late.

To say that Ace was upset was an understatement. 

He had planned everything and Felix couldn’t even come on time. He really did forget. 

Said blonde opened the door to the apartment hair a mess and jacket thrown on half haphazardly. “Ace?! I’m so sorry baby, Hyunjin needed some help with things and it took longer than planned.” He said quickly as he took off his shoes. Ace’s fist clenched as he heard Hyunjin’s name come from his boyfriend’s lips. He took a deep breath in. He wasn’t going to let this ruin their night. 

It was their night.

Their anniversary.

Not Hyunjin and Felix.

Ace stood up and smiled at Lix who looked around confused until he spotted Ace. “Happy Anniversary Baby!” He said excitedly with a giggle as he stepped closer to him. He was wearing a form fitting long dress with a slit at the front, garter belts on his thighs holding up black stockings with a pair of red heels. He had smokey pink and red eyeshadow with a deep red lipstick on. Felix’s breath hitched as he looked his boyfriend over, jaw dropped. He shook his head as he walked to him, putting his hands on Ace’s hips.

“I’m sorry baby. I completely forgot. Things at the bar have been hectic and-” Ace cut him off with a kiss to the lips before giggling. 

“It’s okay.” I knew this would happen. “You can make it up to me.~” He grinned as he grabbed his shirt and tugged him along to Felix’s room. Felix laughed at his boyfriend as he kissed him and they stumbled into his room. Clothes being thrown off, sloppy kisses, both of them falling onto the bed.

That’s where they were now, Ace bouncing on Felix’s cock. His dress on the ground, Felix’s hand’s holding onto his hips, most possibly leaving bruises later on. He was covered in love bites but he didn’t care. If this is what he had to do to get his boyfriend’s attention, to get him to focus on him and not another man, he would do it over and over. 

But the world was cruel.

Ace’s hands were on Felix’s chest as he moaned, picking the movement of his hips. “Lixie~” He let out as his head lolled forward. 

“Hyunjin…” Felix moaned out and everything seemed to go still. Ace stopped moving as he looked down at the blonde with pain in his eyes. “Baby, I-I’m sorry just-” Ace shook his head as he got off of Felix letting out a sob. He stormed over to Felix’s closet pulling out one of the hoodies he had left along with a pair of sweats. Felix quickly threw on a pair of pants as he went to stop Ace when he noticed he was taking out the clothes he would leave over. “Ace! Please let’s talk, please.” He begged as he grabbed his wrists to stop him. Ace froze his head turning to him, his eyes weren’t their normal bright pink. They changed to a deeper hot pink and that’s when Felix knew everything was broken. 

“Touch me again Yongbok and I’ll make sure you have no hands after.” He said, voice and eyes cold. Felix knew that was a promise so he let him go without another word. Ace’s jaw clenched as he texted someone before shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and going to grab his duffle and stuffing clothes and other things inside of it. Felix looked at him with pain in his eyes but Ace stopped caring. He put everything into this and he was the joke again. He was the one being used and set to the side again. His head perked up as he heard the honk of a car knowing who it was.

He always did that.

He rolled his eyes as he slung the duffle over his shoulder. “Have fun with Hyunjin. I’m coming back for the rest of my stuff tomorrow.” He said without another word as he started walking out of the room. 

“Ace please.” Felix begged as he quickly followed Ace out, his voice cracking feeling tears streaming down his face. “One more chance, baby. Please.” Ace’s eye twitches as he scoffs.

“I’m not your baby, don’t call me that. You had your chances, you don’t know how hard I’ve tried to be your boyfriend. How hard it is to not compare myself to Hwang Hyunjin cause he’s the apple of my boyfriend’s eye.” Felix went to hold onto Ace’s hand, repeating apology after apology promising to do better. Ace moved his hand away and shook his head as he hiccuped in tears. “No. No. No! You’re not allowed to do this! No. I’m tired and done with this.” There was another honk and Ace walked to the front door. “We’re through Lee Felix.” He said as he walked out and into the awaiting car. 

He buckled up and watched as the apartment disappeared. He wiped at his eyes as he tried to calm down his shaking. “Thanks…for picking me up.” He said not looking up at the man.

“I would do anything for you, beautiful,” Ace rolled his eyes. “But I am a little surprised you texted me.” Alex said as he stopped at a light.

“You were the only one who wasn’t busy.” The bleached blonde muttered as he looked out the window rubbing at his eyes. “I’m assuming you still know where I live since you stalked me for almost a year.” Alexander felt a bang hit his chest at his words as he bit his bottom lip.

“Yeah I do.” He said simply as he started going once the light turned green. “Am I allowed to ask what happened?” His voice was quiet and low as if he was handling a scared animal.

“I made a mistake. Like I made when I dated you.” He said completely tired of everything, he didn’t care how harsh he sounded. 

“Okay, I deserved that one.” Alex nodded as he parked in front of Ace’s house. He unbuckled his seatbelt and before Ace left the car he lightly grabbed his wrist. Ace looked at him, about to yell but he spoke quickly. “Can we please try again?” He asked. No. More like begged. “Please, Ace. I don’t know what to do without you. I hate myself so much for putting you through all that pain. I hate to know I’m the reason you had bruises on your body, that you felt used, that you cut yourself.” His eyes teared up as he brought Ace’s wrist to his lips.

“I hate it so badly. I just didn’t know how else to make you stay, I was so scared of losing you. I’m going to a therapist and anger management. I promise I’m doing better. Please, I need you.” He bit his bottom lip as he looked at him, tears streaming down his face. 

And for some reason Ace believed him. 

Maybe it was what he needed to hear after feeling ignored and insecure. 

But he believed him.

“I…Okay…One more chance.” Alex looked at him with shock and surprise before his lips spread into a big smile and he happily kissed Ace’s hand. He cupped his face and brought him into a kiss. Ace lightly put a hand on his chest and pushed him forward with raised brows. “Slow.” Alex nodded his head quickly, reminding Ace of a dog excitedly waiting for a treat. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t. I promise. I’ll give you all my love and let everyone know you’re mine. No more hiding. No more just sex. Just you. I promise to take care of you.” 

And Ace melted. That being the only thing he wanted.

To be taken care of.

A nice caring boyfriend.

That’s all.

Alex gave Ace’s nose a small peck before he sheepishly smiled. “So…you know how you told me like a couple weeks ago that Quack needed a new bed?” Ace slowly nodded as he waited for him to continue. “I may have gotten him a new one…also got Claw some treats…and Honey a new hive. Also Beauty has new plants for her pond.” Ace looked at him surprised that he remembered literally anything he told him. He let out a watery laugh before wrapping his arms around Alex’s shoulders.

Maybe he did change.

And for this once, Ace let himself forget about Felix.

Just this once.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🍂✏️ @honey-andmilktea​ - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

: ̗̀➛ 🤎🪵🪶 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝟎𝟒.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟑 

: ̗̀➛ 🤎🪵🪶 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧: 𝟎𝟒.𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟑

[xoxo-teddybear]

Hickeys and Revenge - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, crack, swearing, fluff

Summary: Bakugou learned his lesson from his cheating prank but you weren’t satisfied quite yet. The man really almost broke you so to get back at him, you decided to pull this little masterpiece.

A/N: H/T means Hair Type!!! This is also related to this fic which you should read in order to understand the beginning of this story.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Mina. Get your ass over here, I need you to suck on my titts.”

—

You couldn’t hold your laughter as you demanded your best friend to come and give you hickeys over the phone.

Not too long ago, your lovely boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, decided to pull a little prank on you. It wasn’t uncommon. You were the type of couple to enjoy a laugh every now and then but there was only one rule. No cheating pranks, no breaking up pranks. That was all. However, after being on a losing streak, your boyfriend decided to pull a little prank that very much broke the rules. In the end, he was also hurt but at least you knew he wouldn’t be pulling anything stupid like that again.

After that, you both went back to normal. You guys were once again happy, loving, cuddly, all the good stuff. But something in the back of your mind knew you weren’t quite satisfied with Katsuki’s punishment. You decided you had to feed the flames just a bit more to have your revenge. This ended up with you pulling a little hickey prank.

Now you were a prank master! You were skilled, smart, creative, and maniacal. Things had to be just right when it came down to it. That is why instead of using makeup like anyone else would, you’re looking for real, authentic hickeys. Since you obviously can’t have your boyfriend be the one to give you these hickeys, it would have to be your bestie, Ashido Mina.

—

“What?!” Mina laughed on the other side of the phone.

“It’s for a prank! Remember Katsuki’s cheating prank?” You said with excitement.

“Yeah. The one where he failed miserably and you ended up breaking up with him until you figured out it was a prank and you guys got back together after 3 days.” She explained.

“Gee, thanks for the play by play of me almost walking out of my very happy relationship.” You sarcastically replied. “Anyway, as revenge, I’m gonna do a little hickey prank!”

“Revenge? Girl, were you not satisfied with him being devastated over your almost breakup?” She asked.

“It’s not enough!” You replied.

“Not enough? Honey, he locked himself in the house for days. Eijirou had to force him to bathe and eat. What do you mean not enough?” She explained.

“Awwww, my poor baby. Look, I know he went through shit but he caused it! I didn’t get any revenge. I’m feening for it.” You explained.

“Alright, alright,” Mina giggled. “I’ll be over in 10..you fucking sadist.”

“Thank you!”

—

Time had passed and you were expecting the arrival of your best friend any minute now. You figured it’d be fine for her to be over for a bit because Katsuki was out on his final patrol for the week. After that, you’d have him all to yourself since he’d be home for the rest of the day.

Finally, after waiting and waiting, a knock was heard from the front door. You ran to the wooden structure and opened it to be blessed with the pink sight.

“Hickey time!” Mina said in a sing-song voice. You both laughed as she came in and you pulled her to the couch. “Okay, how are we doing this.”

“Uh, I don’t know- fuck this is so weird!” You joked as you both laughed again. “Okay, ummm, I think I’ll take a few on my chest and then some on my neck.”

“Okay. Should we have them like, trail up. Do you want me to go and make it look like he went from here to here?” She said and pointed from your chest to your lips, to which you nodded. “Wow bitch, you’re bold, wearing a tube top and everything!”

“I know right!” You both laughed. You layed back and pulled your tube top down to reveal your bra. Before you started, you pulled out your phone and started recording. You needed proof to show Katsuki that this was the work of your best friend and not some rando. Finally, Mina leaned down as you both released giggles and she placed her lips on your left mound. “What the fuck, this is so weird!”

You both laughed and Mina pulled her lips away as she began dying. You both turned red in the face as tears filled your eyes due to all the laughing. You both finally settled and she began sucking on your boob.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” was all you could say as you laughed. “Wow, oh my gosh, your lips are sooo soft! Kiri is getting a treat!” You teased as Mina pulled off to laugh again.

She finally created the first mark and pulled off as you both took a look at her work. “Holy shit! There’s a fucking hickey!” You said like a teenage girl.

“That’s a fucking hickey, all right.” Mina said, proud of what she had done.

“What the fuck? This is really good!” You laughed. “You’re so good at this, how often do you practice? Is there a hickey on Kirishima right now?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mina laughed. You both joked around a little more as she continued to mark you. It’s safe to say the whole procedure was quite comical.

—

“Can you like..make it darker? Like suck harder.”

*Mina sucking on your neck harder*

“Yeah, yeah. Harder. Yeah.”

—

“Ow! Did you just bite me?”

“Sorry! Instinct!”

“Ow...does it look bad?”

“It looks more believable.”

“Oh.....do it again.”

—

“This is weird...it’s like..hot when Katsuki does it though.”

“Okay, can you not talk about how you like it better when your boyfriend gives you hickeys while I’m literally swallowing your neck right now?”

—

Finally, after about 20 minutes of sucking and laughing, you were finally marked with red and purple hickeys. You looked in the mirror and were stunned with the work. You turned to face your best friend and high fived her.

Encouraging her to stay for a bit, you both spent some girl time together before she had to go due to Katsuki’s arrival approaching. After saying your farewells, you shut the door and jumped in excitement.

“Shits about to get real.”

—

You sat on the couch waiting for Katsuki’s arrival. Soon enough, the sound of his car door shutting alerted you of your boyfriend’s presence. You quickly covered your hickeys with your hair and went back in your phone to appear natural. Finally, after the sound of jingling keys, your boyfriend walked through the door with his best friend.

“Hi baby!” You said with glee as you got up and went to greet Katsuki with a kiss. He happily returned the quick peck and took note of your attire.

“The hell? Why’re you wearing this?” He asked, looking down at your tube top and spandex. You rolled your eyes knowing how he was whenever you wore clothes that exposed a little more than necessary around others.

“Because I didn’t know you were bringing Kirishima over so I stayed comfy.” You explained as Katsuki held his arms around you, grumbling about how you made a fair point.

After speaking for a little bit at the doorway, Katsuki made his way over to his best friend who had already made himself comfortable in the kitchen with a beer in his hand. The two were like brothers so it wasn’t uncommon for them to act this way in each other’s homes. While the two men were in the kitchen, you made your way up to your shared bedroom. You would rather have Katsuki see the hickeys in a private setting so that your upcoming argument wouldn’t take place in front of Kirishima.

Katsuki spent about 20 minutes down there with Kirishima before deciding to check up on you. The red head was fine with waiting in the kitchen and nodded his head at his friend when he decided to check up on you.

The blonde finally walked in through the room to see you sitting criss-crossed on the bed, looking at your phone. He shut the door as he approached you and you looked up and smiled at his arrival.

“Hi.” You said as you sat up a little straighter.

“Hey.” He said as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you before picking you up to kiss you. You both held the tiniest make out session before you settled to just holding each other, with your arms wrapped around his neck.

Katsuki joined you on the bed for a bit as you both sat together while still cuddled up. “How was your day, baby?”

“It was fine I guess. Nothing really happened. I stayed home, waiting for you dummy.” You said, trying to make Mina’s markings more noticeable. He still didn’t see them though.

“Oh yeah? Waiting for me to do what?” He smirked at you.

“Shut up, you fucking horn-dog. Waiting to spend some time with you. That’s all.” You said and Katsuki jokingly pouted.

“So you didn’t want me to come home and fuck you stupid?” He asked, pulling you into his lap.

“No. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to now.” You said in a soft voice. He chuckled softly before kissing the clean side of your neck.

“Maybe after Shitty Hair leaves,” he said before picking up his little pecks again. “I’ll do you just how I want to.”

He finally shifted over to the other side of your neck where the markings remained and he finally took notice of the work Mina had done. He paused his teasing and pulled away with a confused look in his face and furrowed his brows. He licked his thumb and reached out to wipe at the mark but silently seethed when it didn’t wipe away.

“What?” You questioned and Katsuki gently took you off his lap before standing up to pace around a bit. You walked to Katsuki in a “confused” manner before he stopped you.

“Uhhh...hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.” He ran his hand through his hair, like he usually did in stressful situations, before looking at you.

“Uh, what- what is that? On your Uh-“ he said and tapped his neck. You went to your vanity mirror before turning to face him again. “Is that a hickey?”

‘Showtime’ you thought to yourself. “N-no. No, it’s not a hickey-“

“Then what is it?” He eagerly questioned with fear and anger laced in his voice.

“I don’t know, I was running and I fell and-“

“And what? You fell and got bruises?” He said looking at your neck and chest. He walked to you and pulled down your shirt to reveal the hickeys Mina left on your mid-chest. Katsuki shook his head and backed up, more pissed off than before. “No. No- you don’t fucking fall and get bruises on your neck and chest like that. So is it a fucking hickey?”

“No, no it’s not a hickey I swear.” You said softly, walking up to hug him but he gently stepped out of your hold. “Babe, babe-“

“Mm, no that’s definitely a fucking hickey.” He said as he chewed on his lower lip. “S’a fucking hickey.”

“No it’s not, I was using the H/T iron and I guess I burned myself-”

“Your hair is naturally H/T. Why would you need to use a H/T iron?” He said. You were stunned in silence but wanted to smile, appreciating the fact that your boyfriend knew you so well.

“Y/N are you fucking serious?!” He said, raising his voice a bit to show his anger.

“It’s not a hickey! I swear!” You said and walked to the mirror and he followed you.

“You’re fucking lying! ‘Cuz you don’t fucking get hickeys on your chest and titts randomly.” He said as you turned to walk to him, causing him to step back.

“I- I was using makeup and-“

“I swiped at it already, it’s not fucking coming off!”

“No I was like, I was fighting-“

“Fighting with what?!”

“I don’t know I just-“

“No, no! Stop! Can you stop coming towards me right now? You’re fucking lying to me and making up excuses. Those are fucking hickeys.” He said at a good distance away as tears began to fill his eyes. “Are you serious, Y/N?”

“....I’m sorry.” You quietly said. Your apology pushed his tears to flow as he dropped his head back and used his hands to wipe away his tears.

“You’re sorry? You’re not fucking sorry! You’re a fucking hoe that cheated on me while I was away. Are you fucking serious?” He said looking at you with teary eyes and a red nose. “Hurry the fuck up and just say you cheated on me!”

“No!” You whined. Katsuki laughed and rolled his neck as he wiped more tears before taking some random thing and throwing it at the wall, creating a loud sound.

“The fuck is wrong with you?! Did I do something wrong?! Tell me!” He said, shouting at you.

“No! You didn’t do anything!” You said, standing still.

“I must’ve done something! Or what? Are you just a slut that likes fucking attention? Is that why you’re okay being dressed like that around Kirishima?” He asked with an angry voice as he looked at your attire once more. He watched as you shook your head ‘no’ before his eyes dropped down to the markings on your upper body.

“Why would you do this?!” He said with a cracked voice as he openly cried now and walked to you. “I fucking love you Y/N! How could you do this to me? We’ve been together for years! I spent years of my life with you and you do this?!”

After seeing his tears and hearing his broken voice, you decided this was enough.

“Katsuki...” you softly said as you reached out for his arm. You expected the argument to go on longer but Katsuki seemed like he was heartbroken and done as he tried to walk away from your touch. “No, no Katsuki wait!”

“Get off of me.” He said trying to shake you off but you lightened your voice and coated it with giggles to assure him.

“No wait! Baby it’s a prank! It’s a prank I swear!” You said standing in front of him, pushing him deeper into the room. He turned around to avoid you but you only clung to his back. “Mina did it! Mina came and did it!”

“Baby, I swear!” You said, turning him around and keeping his front facing you

“KIRISHIMA!” He called out and soon enough, the red head came in, cautious of what was going on.

“What happened?” Kirishima softly asked in confusion. A quiet silence filled the room and all that could be heard was your boyfriend’s heavy breathing.

“I’m shaking right now.” The blonde said in your hold.

“Why?” Kirishima asked, looking to you.

“He thinks I cheated on him because I have hickeys but Mina came over earlier and did it.” You said as the red head walked into the room.

Silence filled the room once more as Kirishima inspected the scene. He looked at your hickeys, to your face, to Katsuki’s shaking body and teary eyes. “I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t believe me?” You asked him.

“Not really. I want to but why would Mina come and give you hickeys on your chest and neck?” The red head said with his hands in his pockets and head tilted to the side.

“I swear she did it, I have the footage.” You said pulling out your phone.

“No- no, this is fucking dumb. I guess we’re over.” Katsuki said and began walking to the door but you quickly pulled up the video and jumped on him. He wouldn’t turn and so you put the video in front of his face as he began to watch, alongside Kirishima.

After finishing the video, Katsuki crouched down to the ground and allowed his head to drop as he gave a relieved sigh. You laughed at him and began to hug his shoulders as Kirishima laughed in the back.

“I’m sorry baby!” You said. Bakugou surprised you with tears of joy and a smile as he quickly turned to give you a hug while he stood up and assaulted your face in quick pecks.

“Alright, well how the fuck do we get rid of these Mina marks?” Katsuki asked, wiping at your neck.

“You could do it with a cold spoon.” Kirishima interjected causing you and Katsuki to settle.

“Oh..oh yeah, you would know.” You both simultaneously said and laughed at him. The red head blushed and turned to the same shade as his hair before coming up with a comeback.

“You guys are just weird!” Kirishima embarrassingly joked before walking out of the room, laughing and going back down to his beer.

Bakugou held you in his arms and swayed you as you allowed him to kiss your face. “I’m sorry~”

“Baby, that’s so messed up!” He laughed out with a sigh as he placed his head to your own. “I almost fucking left you!”

“I know, you were so mad.” You said in a sad but laughing voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “But that’s what you get! Now you know how I felt when you fucking pranked me last time.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I get it, this is why we don’t pull these types of pranks.” He said.

“Exactly.” You pecked his nose before continuing. “I’m sorry.” You whispered before he placed a long and hot kiss on your lips. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his torso while your arms tightened around his neck.

“Aww, I feel so bad!” You whimpered as you tucked your head into his neck. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. You’re my girl.” He said with his husky voice.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You pulled your head back to peck his lips and he did the same and kissed you back. You both went in for more small pecks before you pulled away the slightest bit to make fun of him.

“You got praaaannkkkeeddd!” You said before laughing again, to which he rolled his eyes and flopped onto the bed with you in his hold.

“I’m gonna get you back.” He said with determination in his eyes.

“You’re gonna get me back?” You questioned.

“Yup.”

“No!” You giggled out.

“Mhm. I’m probably gonna cut your hair this time. Maybe throw all your makeup out the window, I don’t know.” He threatened.

“Those aren’t pranks! Those’ll actually do damage!” You said.

“Mhm!” He agreed and you both just laughed some more. You made it up to him with apology cuddles in bed for the next half hour before you both remembered you had a guest in your house. Katsuki quickly got up once he realized his friend was still in his house and went to kick the red head out.

“Why’re you making him leave?” You asked as Katsuki stood at the bedroom exit.

“Because apology cuddles aren’t enough. You’re making it up to me in another way.” He said with a wink and smirk before walking out the door. You laughed and sighed before flopping down on the bed with a blush. With his leave, you mentally began to prepare yourself for the hours of rough make-up sex that was to come.

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan @is-this-ash @iris-shihabi @sxturn-stars @isolight

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Incorrect Helluva Boss quotes:

Loona, banging on the door: Blitz! Open up!

Blitzø: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Moxie: No, she meant-

Millie: Let him finish.

~

Moxie: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Millie: Plane tickets?

Loona: Concert tickets?

Blitzø: Prostitution?

Moxie, holding their broken frames: Glasses.

~

Moxie: You know those things will kill you, right?

Blitzø, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Loona, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Millie: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

~

Loona: *Screams*

Blitzø: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Moxie: Should we do something?!

Millie, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

~

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Blitzø: Shit.

Loona: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Millie: OH MY GOD MOXIE FELL OFF!!!

~

Blitzø: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Millie: Are we stealing them?

Loona: New or used?

Blitzø: Wonderful responses, both of you.

~

Blitzø: I just ended a four year relationship.

Moxie: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Blitzø: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Stolas and Stella fighting from across the room*

~

Millie: Wait is Moxie sleeping or dead?

Blitzø as a test: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts.

Loona: Yeah, so did I.

Moxie: Okay first of all, fuck you-

~

Loona: Why are Millie and Moxie sitting with their backs to each other?

Blitzø: They had a fight.

Loona: Then why are they holding hands?

Blitzø: They get sad when they fight.

~

*Blitzø is cooking*

Millie: Any chance that’s for me?

Blitzø: It’s for Loona. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need her on my side.

Moxie: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

~

Blitzø: Moxie isn’t answering his phone

Millie: I’ll call

Blitzø: Loona and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Moxie: Hello?

~

Loona: Why is Moxie so sad?

Millie: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Loona: And...?

Millie: He got Blitzø

*Blitzø laughing maniacally in the background*

~

Millie: Moxie, I'm sad.

Moxie: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Loona: Blitz, I'm sad.

Blitzø, nodding: mood.

~

Moxie: Dammit, Blitz!

Blitzø: What?! It wasn’t me!

Moxie: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Loona!

Loona: Not me either.

Moxie: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Millie: *whistles*

~

Moxie: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Blitzø: Put spaghetti in it.

Moxie: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Loona: Put spaghetti in it.

Moxie: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Millie: Put spaghetti in it.

Moxie: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

~

Moxie: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Millie: I don’t know how to do that.

Loona: I don’t wear a watch.

Blitzø: Time is a construct.

~

Moxie: I think we're missing something.

Millie: Teamwork?

Loona: Cohesion?

Blitzø: A general sense of what we’re doing?

~

Blitzø: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Moxie: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Millie: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Loona: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Blitzø: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

~

Blitzø: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!

Stolas: Mind your language!

Blitzø: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Stolas:

Blitzø: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

~

Blitzø: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Moxie: Isn't that just killing people?

Blitzø: Ah, technicality.

~

Blitzø: Do you take constructive criticism?

Stolas: I only take cash or credit.

~

Moxie: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Blitzø: Oh, I’m always running

Blitzø: The question is from what

~

*the planning stage for Blitzø’s birthday*

Moxie: Someone will die.

Millie: Of fun!

~

Blitzø: *Accidentally hits Moxie in the face*

Blitzø: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Blitzø: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Moxie: What’s wrong with you?!

~

Blitzø, pointing: May I sit there?

Stolas: That's my lap

Blitzø: That doesn't answer my question, Stolas.

~

Moxie: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Blitzø: Moxie, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

~

Moxie: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.

Blitzø: Only if you also don't ask why

Blitzø: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick.

Moxie:

Blitzø:

Moxie: This one is fine

[st4rgiirll]

abandoned - colby brock

Colby Brock x Reader

early traphouse days

Prompt?: yes, "are you just going to leave me here?"

Edited: no

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: y/n had been friends with the trap house before their youtube fame, after a while, they had drifted. y/n pursuing her school career and the boys, their youtube careers. what happens when her friends leave her in an abandoned place they were exploring?

========================================================== y/n pov:

after a long while at college, i leave the hell to then trot to the bus stop. "hey y/n!" a girl shouts over at me. i take my headphones out and shout back "yeah?" it was my friend, well i think we are friends. we've spoken a couple times and i've never had friends, not after them.

"so you're good at photography right? well me and my friends want to go to an abandoned place and explore and take pics. you're taking the pics." she said. "alright, when are w-" i get interrupted by her loud and obnoxious voice. "tomorrow, at around 11. don't be late." she bluntly replies.

'thank god it's Friday' i thought. i speed-walk to the bus stop in order to not be late for it. when it arrives, i step onto the bus and take my 40 minute journey to my house. i live the furthest away out of everyone that takes the school bus. (ik colleges dont have school buses but i cant be assed)

after the 40 minutes, i leave the bus and head down my driveway and through my front door. "i'm home!" i shout to what seems like, no one. i hear shuffling around the upstairs and get concerned. "sorry honey, i needed to fold some laundry!" my mother shouts back "it's fine" i shout but sounds more like a sigh.

i went up to my room after making some waffles and took them upstairs to study for my exam in a few weeks. after a few hours my eyes start to get droopy so i change into some sweats one of the boys gave me and a cropped tee. i then set an alarm for 9:40. i get into bed and start to drift off into a deep sleep.

next day

i wake up the next morning and get changed into grey ripped jeans and a brown gap hoodie with some black converse. i do my hair in two fremch braids and brush my teeth. i look at the time on my phone 10:26. great, i have some spear time to do my makeup.

i do my natural makeup and go onto tiktok and scroll on my for you page until it is time to leave. i hop into my audi s-line and drive to the abandoned and apparently haunted mall. i know who would love to explore here. i arrive at exactly 11 am and see the group there.

"right, now that she's here. we can go" she says, giving me a dirty look. the boys that were there climbed over the wall whilst helping eachother over and then helping the girls over. about half an hour through our 'photoshoot' we hear something drop from above us. we brush it over, blaming it on a ceiling falling considering how old the mall is. then a few, maybe five, minutes later we hear another loud bang and a scream then deep, maniacal laughing from the same spot.

we all run out, me being the last one because i fell. they all helped each other over the wall. this one boy, kieran i believe his name was, was the last to get over. "hey! can you help me up!" i shout to him. "i guess, i'll try" he mutters, not wanting to help at all.

he reaches his hand down to me. "cant reach, sorry" and with that he jumps down and runs away. "are you just going to leave me here?" ... "i'll take that as a yes then" ugh oh well, ive done this with them before. i know how to explore and be safe about it. i think to myself. i walk up the escalator and hear another set of laughs, they were genuine this time. i know these laughs, they're so familiar.

i walk up to a door that read 'authorised personel only' i walked through the doors to a set of spiral staircases. i walked up the stairs, thankful i brought my trusty old headphones, one earbud out and one in, and listened to some soft music to accompany me up these boring stairs. i finally make it to the top, to another door. the familiar laughs are a lot louder now.

i open the door and the voices stop, i look up from my shoes and see the people i've missed more than anything. i take my headphones out and stuff them in my pocket to run over to colby and hug him. "i've missed you colbs" i say, almost in a whisper. i feel his strong arms wrap around my waist and his head bury itself in the crook of my neck "i've missed you too, y/n. more than you know" he whispers back.

everyone else comes up to me, knowing im overwhelmed they make some space between us. i stop hugging colby and hug everyone individually. "hey you guys, how fun to see you here." i joke, we all laugh about it and talk for 20 minutes. "so, y/n, why are you here in this haunted place?" corey asks, obviously not wanting to be there. i explain the story to them and they all look kind of sorry for me but i brush it off saying that it's fine. "i hate to break it to you y/n but those aren't your friends, they are people who want to use your amazing photography skills" kat complimented and sadly said.

"well, its fine anyways. i havent had any friends since yall. i've been waiting in hopes we'd just randomly reconnect" i say, embarassed at my foolish antics. i knew i should have reached out. "wait!" jake shouts "what?" everyone questions. "y/n and colby technically never broke up" he recollects. everyone comes up with 'oh yeah's and 'oh my gosh's.

"well, i'm willing to try again if you are colby, as i said, i missed you. like a lot. ask my mom, she will tell how much i cried, how much i told her that i missed everyone. she even told me to get therapy one time." i admit, jake laughs. "i agree with your mother, you need therapy." he laughs "oh thanks, missed you too" i say sarcastically. "well, y/n, i am willing to try again, as long as you move in with us." he offers, smirking. "really? i mean, uh sure" i tried to recover my excited actions before hand.

we all laugh and head down the fire escape. "hey colbs?" i question. "yes darling" he replies. "drive with me? i need moral support to tell my mom im moving out. she's gonna cry and beg me to stay, i think. she's been off since her and my dad divorced." i explain. "of course i will." he opens the drivers car door and lets me in then runs over to the passenger seat and gets in.

"god i missed this" i mutter, turning the ignition in my car before speeding off to my house.

[enviedear]

miss moonlight, put in a word → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which draco sees the same annoying hufflepuff he’s enamored within his dreams every night, but can’t muster up the courage to talk to her in waking life. so instead he talks to the moon, telling the rock that’s miles away, everything he wants to tell her. little does he know, she does the same thing.

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 3k

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

its a little angsty im sorry. but im nervous abt this and have been sitting on posting it for almost a month now so please lmk if you like it :)

based off the songs talking to the moon by bruno mars and please mr sun by tommy edwards

she waves at him, her eyes holding a happy glimmer. he walks closer to her and wraps his long arms around her, pulling her close. he breathes in her scent and she giggles. it sounds like heaven. he holds her like that for what feels like forever before she pulls away.

he watches as she sits down in the grass, patting the place beside her.

“sit draco.” she commands. he complies.

“i love it when i’m asleep. you’re here and the world is so much more peaceful.” he smiles, a real true smile. not like the ones he usually gives now.

“but imagine if we were awake. the world might not be so wonderful, but we’d have each other. and the sun. and the wind. and the trees. and missus moon.” she grins, looking up at the bright blue sky.

he wants to agree, and tell her that’s all they’ll ever need. but he knows he can’t. because truth be told he needs more. he needs to know his family will be safe. he needs to know if he’ll make it out of his sixth year alive. he needs more than the sun and moon.

instead, he places his head in her lap, relishing in the way her fingers card through his hair. she sings a song he can’t place as he falls asleep. 

“i love you y/n” he whispers, right before he dozes off.

that’s how the dreams usually end. he always slips off to sleep so peacefully in your arms. but when he wakes up, he’s still in the slytherin dorm, lonely and afraid.

yours end in the same way, and when you wake, you’re clutching your pillow as if it’s him. you don’t dare tell anyone about the dreams. your friends and family would think you mad. but it’s enough for you to be able to have them, even if you’re not sure if they’re shared or not. 

you see the way he looks in the dining hall, potions, and in passing. he’s always so monotonous. so unlike the boy you’ve grown up with.

you of course have dreams, where he’s told you everything that has happened to him. he’s confessed to you that he’s working with voldemort, for his parents' sake. he even told you about dumbledore. but no matter how much you beg him to leave that life behind, he can't. besides, you’re dreaming all of this. who’s to say it’s even real. 

so you stay away, yearning for bedtime. where you can talk to the boy you love more than anything else in the world.

you’re not sure how the dreams started but you have an idea.

and so does draco.

he reckons he must have used some sort of wandless magic the night he was thinking to himself on the astronomy tower. it had been a humid night and he was all alone. his eyes deadset on the bright moon in front of him. he had just started talking.

he knew the moon wasn’t someone that could actually listen but then again, maybe that’s what he wanted? he didn’t want someone to place any input on his situation. he just wanted to speak and let his thoughts travel into the void and maybe out from his aching head.

“i just want everything to be okay. mother deserves a son who can protect her and.. father needs me. i can’t fail.  i just wish i had someone to talk to when the sun goes down. someone kind and someone warm. i know they’re somewhere out there. but maybe all i’ll ever have is you missus moon, at night when it’s just the stars to listen in to our conversation.” the boy had mumbled, before making his way to his dorm room.

you had been having a word with missus moon that night as well, alone in your hufflepuff prefect dorm. you thought yourself lucky to have a window so that you could see the stars and the moon. you were fighting sleep and had no one else to speak to, so you watched the bright yellow moon as you recounted your troubles.

“my dreams have been so bad recently missus moon. i think it’s because i’m still so scared for everyone and myself. they say the dark lord could strike any day. i’d hate for anyone i love or even myself to end up like poor cedric. i wish i had someone to talk to, someone to understand. everyone thinks i’m crazy, but they don’t know what i know. the world is getting scary. at least when the stars light up my room i have you missus moon.” you had sighed getting off the floor and laying down in your bed.

that night draco dreamt of flower fields and you. at first, the boy wondered if maybe it was real. it seemed real. he could see you and everything around you so vividly. and the same for you, you made out his platinum hair and could smell his crisp cologne. but when the two of you awoke, you knew it couldn’t be real.

until the next night, where the both of you met again in your dreams.

“are you following me?” you had asked draco.

he narrowed his eyes at you, “how could i follow you into a dream. what a stupid thing to ask.”

“you’re supposed to be nice to me. this is my dream after all.” you had pouted.

draco snorted, “i need to stop drinking tea before bed. i’m having dreams where the people in them think they’re the ones doing the dreaming.”

“but i am the one dreaming! this is my dream. i can control it, watch!” you’d grinned, before commanding a nearby tree to grow apples.

draco’s eyes had widened, “no, this can’t be right.”

you watched as he wished for the tree to grow taller before glaring at you, “smack yourself.”

you glared back at him, “no, but you can shove your fist down your throat if you’re going to be rude.”

draco circled you, “so you don’t have to do what i tell you and neither do i. strange.”

“why would i have to do what you tell me to do in my own dream?” you’d asked.

the boy had shrugged, “maybe it’s not just your dream. maybe it’s mine too.”

that’s the most the two of you ever discussed the shared dreams. after that there wasn’t a need. you both enjoyed them. both of you needed them.

once in study hall you caught draco reading a book about dreams but you didn’t ask him about it. in truth, you were too afraid to have him label you as insane.

draco found himself wanting to speak with you too. countless times. he had grown quite fond of you after the dreams he found you in every night. so in the daytime, he would sneak glances at you. he took notice if you did your hair differently or if your makeup was done. of course, he knew he couldn’t talk to you. you’d think him mad. still, he found himself dropping subtle clues to see if you’d come over to him, like reading a ghastly book about dreams in a class the two of you shared. it hadn’t worked but he could have sworn he caught you looking his way.

draco spends hours obsessing over you, the dreams, and the few glances you would give him. but the vanishing cabinet is almost fixed and he knows it’d be foolish to speak to you now. no matter how much he wishes to run into your arms and tell you to take him away from here, he won’t. 

it’s a dreary day in june and you’re getting snacks for some of the first years when you hear it. maniacal laughter and breaking glass. your first thought is to check on your house. you rush into the hufflepuff common room and make sure everyone’s ok and then urge them to stay safe. they nod and bolt to their dorms.

then, you make your way to the source of the noise. the dining hall, which is torn to shreds, is crawling with death eaters. you feel lightheaded as you watch them. out of the corner of your eye, you see professor snape making his way to the astronomy tower.

curious, you quietly sneak behind him, careful not to make yourself known. you hear a voice above you. a voice you recognize.

draco. 

you’re trying your hardest to figure out what he’s saying but you can’t. all the sounds around you are blending together and you can’t seem to calm down enough to hear anything. when the professor reaches the tower, underneath the scene of whatever is going on, you stay behind.

in a flash, the teacher is out of your vision and upstairs in the chaos.

“severus, please.” is all you hear before the killing curse bolts out of snape’s mouth.

you stand in shock as the footsteps trail out of the tower. draco. snape. dumbledore. death eaters. it was all so much.

“y/n! are you ok?” a watery-eyed harry potter asks from beside you. you don’t even question how he got here or if he saw what you did. instead, you fling your arms around him and stare at the wall petrified. no tears can escape your eyes, you’re in disbelief.

“come on. you have to breathe and we have to get down there. get your wand ready. we have to do something!” he shouts, voice breaking.

you look at him for a second before he bolts out of the room, wand in hand.

instead of trying to fight, talking to anyone about what you saw, or even going to look at your headmaster’s dead body like everyone else, you slip quietly into your prefects dorm.

you watch the moon until she’s gone and when you see mr sun the tears finally fall. you mumble, “talk to him please, mr sun.”

draco glanced at the blinding sun from the malfoy garden, where he had spent the night. he couldn’t be in that house. not after everything that happened. so instead, he sat in the garden thinking of his best thoughts, you.

he watches the sunrise, listens to the winds and the robins singing, and mutters to himself, “tell her how i feel. it shouldn’t end this way. since you are all her friends, she’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

a baby robin sings a little louder, almost like it’s agreeing, and it causes the boy to cry.

it’s an eerily quiet early morning in the room of requirement on the second of may. you’re in the back of the room, trying to sleep. sleep has become your only form of happiness. your dreams have become a wonderful fairytale. draco is still prevalent and he holds you tighter and tighter with each night.

almost as soon as you drift to bed, you hear gasps. you look up to find harry, ron, and hermione. without a care in the world, you rush to the three just like everyone else. harry gives you a weak smile and you return it.

the three of them explain that today is the day. today is the day the world is split into two and voldemort attacks. plans are arranged and everyone holds each other close.

selfishly, you wish you could see draco. 

minutes later, a meeting is called by snape in the dining hall. You watch as neville and ginny procure robes for the green-eyed boy and walk to the hall.

the carrows look at everyone with malice in their eyes as snape drones on about a sighting of harry in hogsmeade. soon after, harry shows himself and begins arguing with the black-haired man. he tells everyone about the night in the astronomy tower.

mcgonagall throws curses at the man along with harry before he flies out of the hall. The woman looks at all of us, eyes wide but determined.

in a rush, everyone is scattered about. you follow neville to the bridge and help as much as you can. when the death eaters, led by greyback, enter hogwarts, you stand your ground. you’re ready to fight.

draco easily locates blaise and goyle before heading off to find his wand and harry potter. his chest aches with looming fear but he tries to repress it the most he can.

“i guess this is it boys.” blaise sighs.

draco looks at his friend, “we’ll be fine. just stay safe and together. don’t go weak on me now zabini.”

you’re doing your best to fight off corban yaxley but every time you’re ready to throw a killing blow his way he narrowly hits you with the killing curse. your fighting in a state of pure unadulterated anger. it’s been hours of fighting but your anger remains.

“stupid little girl, you’ll be dead before nightfall.” yaxley spits before hitting you with a weak spell. 

you still double over a bit, but hold your ground enough to raise your wand and hit him with the cruciatus curse. in the corner of your eye you watch professor flintwick begin dueling the vicious man, before running inside the castle.

fire burns everywhere around draco. he’s about to turn to blaise and say his goodbyes before potter snatches him up and leads him out of the room of requirement. the second he’s on the ground he makes a run for it. he loses blaise on the way and can’t seem to figure out where to go. he’s on the second floor, tears are pooling out of his eyes and the ache in his chest has grown when his body collides with another.

you fall back, hitting your head against the hard stone of the castle floor. when you look up, your vision is hazy and shaky.

“y/n?”

you know that voice. it’s the same voice you’ve heard every single night for a year.

“draco?” you ask, hands reaching out.

“you’re bleeding. let me help,” he says before gently healing your head.

you stare at the boy, “you know it feels weird to see you. i’ve never really spoken to you besides the dreams.”

his eyes grow wide, “you know about those?”

you smile a little, “yeah, i do.”

the two of you find yourselves entering the great hall, helping whoever you two can.

draco is comforting a teary-eyed second year when blaise zabini comes in, eyes bloodshot and clutching his right arm.

you watch as the two embrace, pulling apart so that draco can tend to his arm.

minutes that feel like hours pass as the three of you silently process the commotion going on around you.

a tattered luna lovegood emerges through the rubble and towards the three of you.

“everyone’s outside now- harry he... i think you all should come with me.” her shaky voice requests.

draco looks to you and nods, helping you rise. his hand grasps yours and you all follow luna outside.

all around you is destruction. the place you’ve called home for years in now a bruised battleground and at the very center of it stands the man you’ve come to fear more than anything in the world. voldemort. 

“harry potter, is dead.” the creature laughs.

you grip draco tighter and he looks at you with an expression of sorrow.

“from this day forth you put your faith in me. and now is the time to declare yourself! come forward and join us. or die.” the man spits, smiling at the broken faces opposite him.”

it is quiet for just a moment before lucius malfoy calls for his son. you watch the man and his wife plead with him. but his hand remains in yours and feet right beside you.

you look up at him and give him your brightest smile, a smile you would give him in dreams. as he peers down at you he knows that nothing in the world means more to him than you and that smile he’s spent hours telling missus moon about.

“you insolent boy, draco!” the snake-like man hisses.

you turn to face him, eyes wide with fury and hate.

neville begins limping toward the band of villains.

“i’d like to say something.” the boys breathes out.

voldemort smirks at him, “well neville i’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.”

“you’re wrong! harry’s heart did beat for us, for all of us!” and with that, he pulls the sword of godric gryffindor out of the sorting hat he’s been clutching and aims it at the deatheaters and their leader.

draco’s head cranes in harry’s direction, and in an instant, the boy flies out of hagrid’s arms and throws a spell at voldemort.

you cry out along with everyone else before watching voldemort’s followers disappear.

“come on, we’ve fought enough. i won’t let you die now!” draco commands, leading you to the bridge.

you follow, but turn to look at the castle one last time. draco stops as well and you see him meet ron and hermione’s gaze. ron nods his head and draco returns the gesture.

“let’s go draco.” you sigh.

he didn’t know he’d see you again. the two of you had gone to your home to bathe and sleep and when the boy found himself in his dreams, he saw you.

you smile at the platinum haired boy, “sit draco.”

he complies. 

“i hope you haven’t gotten tired of seeing me. i suppose it will be a lot now. to have me in waking and in sleep.” you giggle.

draco stares at you deeply, “i could never get tired of you. i’ve spent a year talking to the moon, trying to get you. in hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too. i’ve asked the sun to tell you all the things i couldn’t, the wind to whisper all the things i love about you, all the rainbows to make you smile, and the trees to take you under their branches. i’d want nothing more than this.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, “i’m here now and we have eternity to tell eachother the things we haven’t said yet.”

the two of you can’t help but to stare at the moon some nights, silently thanking missus moonlight for putting in a word.

[azuregiggles]

i love these prompt things haha

could you possibly do 15 with ler!sap, lee!dream ?

I’m not sure which list you wanted 15 from so I’ll try both lol

15. “You lose, I tickle you. Deal?”

15. Person A doesn’t like their smile, so they always cover it when they laugh, much to person B’s disappointment. In retaliation, Person B starts lightly tickling Person A, who covers their smile, but it means they can’t use their hands to stop Person B’s tickles. As they slowly get worse and worse Person A eventually breaks.

@fluffallamaful I hope you like it :)

Masked Smiles [Ler!Sap Lee!Dream]

Author’s Note: I’ve never written a full on Fic before so forgive me on this first attempt. Sorry if the intro takes too long. This is a platonic relationship.

Summary: Dream hides his smile and Sap has had enough.

It had been nearly a year since Sap had moved in with his masked friend. In that time Dream had slowly become comfortable enough to keep his mask off everyday. It had taken a while and Sap was grateful to have finally made it as far as they had. Once Dream had opened up to him their friendship took off rather fast. These days they could joke and laugh about almost anything, much like they were now.

Together in Dreams streaming studio they were placing bets with the chat as to whether Dream could beat Saps record on some parkour course they had come across. So far Dream had come really close, and chat was on his side.

“Ooh maybe if you weren’t trash at Minecraft you’d be able to keep your spot on the leaderboard Sap” Dream read the dono and laughed, hand over his mouth to cover his arrogant grin. Sap rolled his eyes, he didn’t care about the dono, he just wished Dream would smile freely rather than cover it up all the time.

“Why do you always cover your smile? You don’t even have a face cam no one can see you...” Sap asked the green hooded man.

A faint blush adorned Dream’s features “I don’t like my smile, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Once again Sap found himself rolling his eyes, he’d see him smile eventually, he’d find a way.

The stream continued another hour and Dream still hadn’t overcome Sap on the Leaderboard. Chat was getting bored and Dream wanted to move on to the next event.

“One last try chat, one more. Last prediction, Will I beat Sap? Place your bets.”

“What if we had a bet of our own?” Sap said in a mischievous tone.

Dream, who was always up for more ways to pick on his roommate didn’t hesitate “What kind of bet?”

“You lose, I tickle you. Deal?”

Dream flushed a lovely red, very grateful for push to talk “WHAT!? Why the heck would you ask for that!? What kind of a bet is that?”

“Oh wow is THE Dream, GOD of Minecraft, scared of a little bet? Worried you’ll lose?”

“Oh my gohod you’re so dramatic. No, I’m not scared of your stupid bet. WHEN I win I’m making you walk to the store in a dress and makeup.” Dream covered his giggles “No, no. If I win, you post pictures after I do your makeup.”

“Alright, deal?” Sap extended his hand. Surprised that his friend would agree so easily, Dream hesitated. “Well, you scared.”

Rolling his eyes, Dream shook his hand and the bet was made. “Alright chat, Sap and I placed a bet on this last run. WHEN I win you all get to see how pretty he is in makeup” his usual maniac laughter followed as chat exploded with encouragement and questions. “Last run here we go”

After a few minutes of dodging pistons, riding mine carts, and jumping from ladder to ladder, it was time. Dream was at the final stretch. Only six blocks stood between him and victory. He jumped from the fence to the ladder, mentally counting down. Five more. Off the ladder and onto the slime block, up to the end rod. Four, three. A sprint jump to another fence. Two. Across to the final ladder, up and to the runway where he’d need a perfect sprint jump to cross the six block gap. One left. He ran, jumping in time to build momentum. Reaching the end of the platform he jumped, and missed the ladder by what felt like only a pixel.

“WHAATT! What the heck was that!? I HAD THAT!” Dream smacked his headphones down as chat filled with Omegalul, Fs, and Notlikethis. He had lost. “That shouldn’t count. Chat I think I deserve another run.”

“No, you don’t! You lost Dream!” Sap laughed before getting close to his ear “You know what that means now right?” He placed his hands at the other’s sides, earning a squeak.

“NO! You have to let me end stream” nervous, muffled, giggles flooded the air “we are NOT doing this while I’m live!” Sap withdrew his hands and told him to make it quick. Dream only managed to stall for a couple of minutes by reading donos before Sap wiggled his fingers in the air. The message was clear, he could end now or suffer through whatever had Sap possessed. With a last goodbye to chat, he ended the stream and shut off the PC. “So, uh...”

Sap scooped his friend out of the chair, not waiting to hear whatever excuses he’d planned to get out of this. Dream struggled over his shoulder, gently punching him until Sap squeezed his side, causing his hands to shoot up and cover his mouth. Once in the living room Sap tossed Dream onto a large bean bag, after all bean bags are shifty and much harder to escape from. Straddling the green one’s waist with a smirk Sap smirked down “Alright if you feel like you’re about to die the safe word is Smile.”

“Sahafe word?” he couldn’t hold back his covered giggles “What is thihihis, Fifty Shades of- SHIHIT!” He was promptly cut off by the fingers digging into his ribs. “NOHOHO StahaHART sohomWHEHEre EHEHLSE” Dream pleaded with his roommate, there was no way he’d be able to hide his face for long if this continued. Rolling his eyes with a huff, Sap switched to kneading his sides. Dreams sporadic laughing slowed to high pitched giggles. “Okahay yohou tickled me pleheheHEASE Sahahap”

“Please what? It hasn’t even been two minutes you big baby” Sap drilled his thumbs into the lowest rib on each side. Dream let out a tea kettle wheeze and his hands shot down to push at the offending digits before snapping back up to cover his mirthful grin once more. But, it was too late, Sap had seen his smile and he wanted to again. “Move your hands!”

“HEHELL NOHO”

“I already saw it so you might as well give it up Dreamy~” he cooed. A brilliant, deep red washed over the laughing boys face, barely visible through his fingers. Both hands managed to sneak under Dream’s shirt and start to skitter up and down his belly “Awww you’re so red~ I thought your favorite color was green”

New peals of high pitched, desperate laughter filled the air “FHUHUHUK YOHOHOU! J-Juhuhust SHAHADDUP Ahahalready!”

Sap clicked his tongue, shaking his head “You haven’t even tried to stop me yet, you didn’t try to run. It’s almost like you missed that jump on purpose Dream. Did you secretly want this~?” A series of sputtered, incoherent words were all the answer he needed. “No way?! Does the little speed runner like having his tummy tickled?” Sap slowed to gentle pokes so he could receive an answer.

Both arms rose to cover his deep red face “Gohohod yohou’re SO ANNOYING, shuhut uhuhup. I’m gonna kihihihill you”

“Uh-huh, whatever you say giggle bitch! Now, let’s see that smile” Sap used both hand to try pulling his arms down.

“I already told you no! You’re literally soho dumb! I’m not gonn- FUHUCK NO NO SAHAHAP NOT THERE!” A strangled shriek escaped Dreams throat as his best friend dug into his hips. He tried to buck Sap off but the bean bag didn’t allow him enough leverage.

“Oh? Is this your worst spot?” He inquired, going from squeezing to kneading and drilling his thumbs into the bone. Another ticklish shriek escaped the man beneath him.

“NOHOHO! DOHOHONT! SAHAHAP! DOHOHOHONT”

“I’m not doing anything! Don’t what?” He feigned an innocent tone.

“TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE” Dream didn’t realize until he’d said it what he’d fallen into “WAHAIHIT NOHOHO- ACK!”

“Only because you asked buddy!” One hand kneaded Dream’s hip and the other pulled one hand from his face so he could blow a raspberry on his neck. The dam broke.

“*snort* SAHAHAP NAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” his free hand shot down to push away the attack on his waist, the other still held captive “*wheeze* STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE” his smile was free.

“Aww you sounded like Techno for a second there! I gave you a safe word~” he cooed directly into the green man’s ear before resuming the raspberry onslaught.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP SAHAHAP! I DOHOHONT CAHAHARE! STAHAHAP!”

Sap stopped blowing raspberries long enough to drink in Dream’s smile. He had no reason to hide it, his teeth were white, they weren’t crooked. It was a nice smile. “Say the word, or I’m not gonna stop.”

He hesitated until Sap gave him a final raspberry, this time on his belly “FIHIHINE SMIHIHILE!”

The attack immediately ceased and Dream’s wrist was set free. “You okay?”

Self conscious and flustered Dream nodded, still giggling from the phantom tickles but not covering his face anymore.

“You have a nice smile” Sap ruffled his friend’s hair and climbed off of him.

“I hahate you”

[lilyofthestyx]

Fighting for Tomorrow

AN: This is my first fanfiction I’ve ever posted on here and I’m a little nervous lol. I just hope you guys have as much fun reading this as I did writing this. 

Disclaimer: I do not own AOT and all rights go to the owners! 

Reiner x Reader, eventual Captain Levi x Reader, Sasha x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 8.3k words

TW: arranged marriage, blood/gore, swearing/adult language, mild sexual content

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You can read parts two, three, and four! Just tap on the number you want :)

   There’s a prolonged poke on my cheek, “Are you awake?”

   My eyes slowly open, wincing slightly at the sunlight fighting through my curtains. A black-haired, green-eyed little boy sits on my bed- face just centimeters from mine. There’s another poke. “Well? Are you?”

   “Eren,” I groan, rolling over in my bed and pulling the sheets up over my head. “How did you even get into my house?”

   “You leave your window unlocked every night,” he says simply, as if it were common knowledge. He’s not wrong… I can only imagine how many people know about my window. I shudder. Maybe I should start locking up more. 

   “Fine, but that doesn’t mean you can just… jump through it. What would your mother think?” 

   “She doesn’t care.”

   I roll back over and give him a hard stare before he slumps over. “I guess she does,” he mumbles, picking at the sheets on my bed. “But Mikasa’s with me so it’s not as bad.”

   “Where-?” I sit up, throwing the sheets off of me. “Did you bring Armin, too, Eren?” I ask exasperatedly as I tuck my arms close to my chest and search my room. 

   Eren nods, “They’re outside keeping watch.”

   “Keeping watch for who?”

   “For-”

   “Eren!” 

   The soft voice comes from just outside my window. We both turn towards it and watch as Mikasa’s face pops into the sill. 

   By the walls, how did I manage to end up babysitting these three maniacs? 

   “He’s coming!” Armin’s voice strains. I hurry to the window and see Armin giving a knee-up to Mikasa, his pale face slightly pink with exertion. 

   “Who’s coming?” I ask, turning to Eren.

   I don’t get a response. There’s someone’s footsteps crunching towards my front door. A single glance to the kids tells me they really, really don’t want to face whoever it is. I grip Mikasa under her arms and pull her through the window before snatching Armin’s collar and tugging him through the window. The two scramble to their feet- Armin taking longer than Mikasa- and hurry to Eren’s side. 

   There’s a pounding knock at my door, followed by a man yelling for me. Eren and Armin clutch my arms and slightly tuck their faces into the silk of my nightgown. Mikasa remains steady and calm- her grey eyes trained on the door. 

   The man steps back from the door, peering in the window just above my sink. I know his face all too well. It’s Tobias Walker. He searches the house, face pressed slightly against the glass.

   “What in the walls did you three do this time?” I mutter, hurrying to the front door. They remain at my side as I open the door. 

   Smiling warmly, I greet Tobias. “Hello Tobias,” I hum, “I wasn’t expecting you to visit until later on.”

   My fiancé forces a smile, staring down at the kids. “...I was… Just… looking for you four.”

   “Why?”

   Tobias takes off his cap, twisting it in his fists nervously. Slowly, he tears his eyes away from them. “These three have been pestering me at work again,” he mutters venomously. “Darling.” He says this sweetly and quickly- an afterthought, an attempt to curry favor for his side of the story. 

   Two can play at that game. “Really, Tobias? They’re just children- what can they possibly do that can distract my dedicated fiancé from his business?” 

    He stammers, running a hand across his forehead. He’s a mess. His tanned skin is slightly red, black hair slightly frayed and mussed. Sweat drips down his face, trailing his jawline. It’s a shame I didn’t know him before this whole ordeal. Maybe we would’ve come together on our own, who knows. 

   “__________, please,” he tries pleading with me before realizing the words that came out of his mouth. He stands up straighter, eyebrows and lips forced into straight lines. “I won’t be begging,” he mutters in an attempt to be firm. He stares down at the kids. “And they’re coming with me.”

   The small grips on my nightgown tighten. 

   “I’m sorry, Tobias,” I hum, rubbing the heads of each of the kids with a warm smile to each of them. My gaze turns back to the man in the doorway. “But there’s been some misunderstanding. Doctor Yeager had sent them to me. They brought me some of the stuff needed for the ceremony.”

   “I- We don’t need stuff for the ceremony-”

   “Are you rejecting the kindness of one of the town’s benefactors?”

   “Well, no-”

   “Did you want to spend extra money on the flowers and the arrangements?”

   “I don’t need charity-”

   A breathy laugh leaves my lips. “Tobias, you’re not thinking clearly. The Doctor had personally gone out of his way to tell me. He was on his way to work in Wall Sina when he stopped and told me he was sending stuff from his home to us. He didn’t even leave five minutes ago!” 

   It wasn’t entirely a lie. Doctor Yeager had told me of his business in another wall- the exact one was lost on me. I just wasn’t sure if he had left or not.

   Tobias gulps, eyeing me and then the kids. My hands find my hips and I tilt my head to the side slightly, “...now- how is it possible that they carried their packages all the way to the other side of town, pestered you, and then made it back across town within five minutes?”

   Tobias goes quiet, his mouth opening and closing like a trout. My eyebrow raises as I await his answer. His head twitches to the side and the grip on his cap grows tighter. “...I’m telling you-”

   “And I am telling you that you, in your infinite wisdom, are wrong. Now, I’m sure the factory is completely lost without you so I’d suggest getting a move on.” I push his chest slightly and close the door. The four of us strain our ears, listening to the tell-tale crunches in the dirt as he walks away from the house. I can hear him muttering, the fence slamming behind him. 

   Eren and Armin release their grips and sigh. Eren turns to look at me, eyes shining. I shake my head, “You’re not out of the clear yet, so you three go sit down and tell me what you were doing.”

   Eren stares dumbfounded at me, mouth slightly open. My eyebrow arches and he stands firmly in his spot. Armin grabs his arm, tugging him to the table. He practically throws Eren into a chair and takes another seat. Mikasa sits to Eren’s right, still silent and stoic.

   My arms cross over my chest as I stare at the lot of them. Mikasa’s fiddling with the red scarf around her neck and Armin doesn’t meet my gaze. Even Eren pretends to be interested in the grooves in the wood table in front of him. 

   “Well? What were you three doing in the factory? Haven’t I told you three to just leave it alone? It’s happening, whether any of us want it to or not.”

   “But it shouldn’t happen!” Eren erupts, slamming his palm to the table. My flower vase filled with wildflowers spins like a small dancer; stems arms stretched to a spotlight. The shaking of the vase echoes around the stillness of the kitchen. “He’s forcing you into a cage!”

   “He isn’t forcing me into anything, Eren,” I say quietly. “I made my choice.”

   “What were the options?” He snaps again, eyebrows drawn together to create fierce ridges that look out of place on a face so young. 

   I stay silent, focusing on keeping my breathing steady. I can feel my teeth biting down into the inside of my bottom lip, the tightness in my shoulders and back. Armin and Mikasa pull on Eren’s sleeves to pull him down into his chair. Eren shrugs them off, “He’s forcing you into something you don’t want- into a cage!”

   “Eren!” Armin hisses incredulously, his soft-blue eyes widening. “She’s an adult- you can’t talk to her like that!”

   “It’s okay, Armin,” I say softly, walking to the chair across from the three of them. “I should explain everything… Seeing as the three of you will probably find out one way or another.”

   Eren huffs, slamming himself back down against his chair. Their eyes remain fixated on me- each pair simultaneously gleaming with curiosity and boiling with rage. I groan softly, running a hand through my long, ________ hair. It catches on a few tangled naps. “I didn’t realise I was going to be explaining such a heavy topic so early in the morning,” I mutter, getting back up and walking to the cupboards. 

   “It’s past noon,” Mikasa states, earning an indignant ‘don’t say that!’ from Armin. 

   “Fantastic,” I breathe out, pulling the dusty, colored-glass bottle from the back of the cupboard. “Then I don’t feel so bad doing this.” I undo the stopper- a sweet smell wafting in the air behind the cork- and take a long swig. 

   Shuffling back to the table, I tuck the bottle back under my chair. “There’s no easy way to explain to three children,” I mumble, “But I know you’re all much brighter than your age. So… I’ll just start at the beginning,”

   “I was born in a small cabin in the woods of Wall Rose. My family were hunters and gatherers- we lived off the land like our ancestors before us. It was a… ‘simplistic’ type of living and I didn’t have the luxuries I have now but… It was honest living. We took from the land only what we needed and gave it back as best we could,”

   “There were people who looked down on us. Calling us… ‘out-dated’ and ‘backwards’. Maybe it was the way we dressed or how we lived or how we talked- whatever it was, they didn’t like us much... I got older and they had my little sister and I had started going to school in the village. I… I felt… it was awful- school. I was called awful things because of the way my family and I lived. I was an outcast and… So, I- ...I changed,”

   “I fixed my hair and bought makeup from the traders in the village. I mimicked the way my classmates talked and stopped going hunting with my father and sister. Eventually… Eventually I was accepted. I was a part of the group now,”

   “And I got even older and dreamed about leaving the village- to see what the other walls had in store and to leave behind the archaic ways of my family. That was when my family had their first run-in with Tobias. He wanted our land- to cultivate and grow grain for his factories. My family declined but he isn’t the type to take ‘no’ for an answer. He found out about my family’s money issues and… And he came to me. Tobias told me he knew and that he had a plan that would make everything go away.”

    I stop, my words catching in my throat. My hands turn about in the air before my finger taps against my lips in an attempt to coax my words out. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply.

   “I couldn’t just… let my family suffer- you know that, right?” I ask hopefully, “We were suffering. We were starving and my mother was weak and my father was sick- what else could I have done?” I was rambling now and I knew it. I run a hand through my hair, tears pricking the edges of my eyes. 

   “So I told them I had a plan to get us out of debt and out of suffering. Tobias has to marry me. When Tobias marries me, he will be in charge of the land and will assume the debt. He’ll pay the debt off with the profit from the factory and then he’ll let us have three-quarters of it while he takes me and a quarter of land to be his…”

   “Prize,” Mikasa finishes for me. 

   My eyes flick up to hers. The boys do the same, taken aback by her words. I couldn’t even scold her- she was right. I was a prize to be won and that’s exactly what happened. I was won. 

   Her steel-grey eyes are unwavering as she looks at me. It was difficult to read Mikasa but being here for this long has taught me a few things about her. And right now, she was staring at me in pity. 

   “...the deal was struck and I was taken here to Shiganshina. A few weeks after moving in, I got myself a job working for Doctor Yeager as his assistant and apprentice until the day when I can succeed him... And that is when I met you three.”

   Eren looks about ready to burst at the seams- jaw tight, teeth gritted, eyebrows drawn, fists clenched. I reach out and place a hand softly onto his, smiling warmly. “This was my choice, Eren,” I hum, “And there’s nothing anyone can do about it. It’s been planned for almost two years now and the ceremony’s tomorrow. After that… Everything will be taken care of- the debt, my family, the land…”   I sigh. “And I can’t lie and say it’s not a nice living that I have here. I have a home and running water and a warm bed and you three knuckleheads to make my day better.” 

   Armin turns a light shade of pink, smiling bashfully. Mikasa even cracks a small smile. But Eren…

   I sigh again and run a hand through my hair. “Eren, please understand. If you were in the same situation- if Doctor Yeager got sick and your mother was too tired to take care of herself. If you had to look after Mikasa on your own… There’s nothing you wouldn’t do in that situation.”

   Eren opens his mouth and then closes it, his hands finding his hair and tugging slightly on the ends. “It’s… It’s not... fair.”

   “You’re right,” I mumble, “It isn’t fair. I should be able to make my own way but… Eren, life isn’t fair.”

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   “Are you coming?” Eren yells, charging head-on into the crowd of market-goers. Mikasa hurries after him, weaving expertly through the bodies without hitting a single one.

   “We are!” I yell back with a smile, standing on my toes to see the two pop out on the other side of the crowd. Eren stumbles, falling to his knees. Mikasa stops almost immediately and reaches down to him, offering a hand. Eren gets to his feet on his own. Dusting his jeans, he looks up at Armin and I on the other side of the crowd. 

   “Miss Braus?” Armin calls softly, gripping my skirt as we elbow past the bodies in the square. It wouldn’t be this hard if I wasn’t cursed to standing only 160 centimeters. 

   “It’s __________, Armin,” I laugh, squeezing us between two very upset men arguing over the price of meat. “I’m only a few years older than you- you make it sound like I’m some school-teacher.”

   “Why did Mister Walker choose to help your family? If he had just waited, he could’ve bought the land from the bank when they-” he stops himself. 

   We push through to the other side of the crowd. Eren leads us on towards the grassy hills while Mikasa stays on his heels. I sigh, shaking my head. “I have a lot of theories but… None of them make much sense.”

   “...do you think he knew you before? Maybe he was a classmate or a family friend?”

   “I didn’t pay that much attention in school, Armin,” I laugh, “I taught myself a lot more from books than the village wanted a woman to learn.”

   They may have called us backwards but they were the ones focused on the forced submission of the townswomen. Sexist swine.

   “Well… If he did know you, maybe he likes you.”

   My head turns down to face him. His porcelain skin has managed to grow almost completely pink as he realises what he’s just said. Stammers of apologies come stuttering out of his lips as he hastily attempts to take back his words. I smile and shake my head, placing my lips to his golden hair. “You may be right, Armin. You always were bright.”

   “...do you think you could ever love him?”

   We trudge up the hill, breezes running between our legs and through our hair. Mikasa is already at the top, sitting down as she watches a breathless Eren climb up the grassy knoll. I place a hand on the sunhat on my head, securing it as the breeze teases it off my head. 

   Could I ever love him?

   I try to see myself standing in the doorway of our home. Holding a baby on my hip, my other hand grips a child's hand. Tobias walks up the street and grins as the child breaks away and runs to him. Tobias picks up the child and walks into the doorway, pressing his lips to mine. 

   It’s all so... unnatural. 

   Tobias wants roots. I want freedom. I could never be a housewife. I want excitement and passion and unpredictability. He wants me to… To be his little trophy he can take down and polish after a long day at work. Something he can flaunt at dinner parties and work gatherings. 

   I’ve debated this a lot these past two years- whether or not I could love him. And the answer was always the same. 

   “No, Armin. I could never love him.”

   I sit at the base of the tree, soaking up the sun. It’s not hot- just pleasantly warm. Eren’s attempting to climb said tree after managing to convince Mikasa that he won’t fall. Mikasa directs him on his foot placement but I can hear the scraping of the undersides of his shoes as he slips down the bark once again. Armin has fallen asleep on my lap- golden hair stretched out on the mesh fabric of my dress. There’s an illustrated book splayed out beside me that flutters between pages in the wind. Something Armin had gotten from his grandfather, I’m sure. Clouds roll lazily above us, white and pure. They don’t dare to touch the sun. They just float past it- allowing the warmth to uninterruptedly soak the ground beneath us. 

   ...I wish Sasha were here. 

   “__________!” Eren’s voice calls from above me. 

   I turn, seeing Eren swinging from a tree branch. A laugh leaves my lips as I see Mikasa’s head pop right next to his. “Are you two having fun?” Mikasa gives me a quick nod as Eren nods much more enthusiastically. “Well, search the tree quickly. You still have to go grab firewood for your mother.”

   “Aw, c’mon,” Eren huffs, “You can’t let us go one day without chores?”

   “Miss Carla is as much of my boss as Mister Grisha. If she says you need to get firewood, you’re getting firewood.”

   Eren sighs and stops swinging on the tree branch, returning to stand on the base. I can hear leaves shaking as they climb further up. A few break off the branches and float down into Armin’s hair. I pluck them out and let the wind take them from between my fingers. Inhaling the wildflower-smelling air, I seriously debate joining Armin in taking a nap. 

   “__________!” Eren screams. 

   My eyes shoot back open and I’m on my feet. “What is it? Eren? Mikasa? Are you hurt?”

   “The Scouts are back!” Eren yells. There’s more tree-branch-shaking. “They’re back! __________, can we go see them?”

   “We- You-” I stop and inhale deeply as my heart continues hammering against my chest. “You scared me!” I snap, arms crossing over my chest. 

   Eren- with twigs and leaves in his hair- appears at the base of the tree again. He jumps off, colliding to the ground with a thud as he lands on his side. Mikasa does the same, landing perfectly. Eren’s back on his feet in seconds, wiping his clothes of the dirt. “Well?” He asks, “Can we?”

   “We haven’t gathered our firewood,” Mikasa points out, pulling the twigs and leaves from his hair. “Your mother told us we needed to gather firewood.”

   “The firewood’s still gonna be here when we get back,” Eren says back, shooting Mikasa a look. “Please, __________? I swear I’ll get everything done.”

   Armin’s up now- woken up by the commotion. He rubs his eyes and sits up. “Eren’s not wrong. The firewood won’t go anywhere,” he mumbles sleepily. 

   Sighing, I roll my eyes. “You’re gonna get everything done?”

   “Yes, I swear.”

   “And you aren’t gonna forget about it?”

   “No.”

   “And you won’t have Mikasa do it for you?”

   “I don’t have Mikasa do everything for me!”

   “...Eren… She does it whether or not you ask.”

   “Fine. I won’t have Mikasa do it for me.”

   “...okay then,” I smile, holding out my hand for Eren and Mikasa to hold. “Let’s go see the Scouts.”

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   I wish I hadn’t said yes to this. As much as I admire them and wish to be them… The Scouts are a mess. Almost everyone is bloodied and each has that look in their eye- the blank stare so wide you can almost see the carnage replaying behind them. There’s bloodied bandages in the street, being pounded into the cobble by the horses. Groans of agony and wailing fill the street. Something deep in my stomach churns as a man with an arm missing holds a bloody Scouts cape in his hands. 

   There were nearly a hundred that left. 

   There can’t be more than twenty that came back.

   I can only wonder if it all is worth it.��

   Of course it is. What am I thinking? Pushing those beasts back, reclaiming the land that humanity used to populate and cultivate… It is worth it but… Damn, if it isn’t a high price to pay. 

   Eren jumps up and down to look over the people’s shoulders. Frustrated, he huffs and takes off further down the street. The rest of us follow. My hand wrapped in Armin’s, I let him lead me behind the crowd. Even as my hat flies away, I can’t take my eyes off the Scouts. 

   We come to a stop and Eren climbs up a stack of boxes. Mikasa and Armin do the same, sitting down beside Eren. I stand on the lowest box to see inside the wagon a pair of horses are pulling. 

   It’s bodies.

   Not dead ones, either. There are soldiers in there- sandwiched together and nearly screaming in pain. Blood coats every inch of the wagon. The bodies in the wagon wail for a medic, for help. 

   I feel myself pushing through the crowd, running for the wagon. “I can help!” I yell, “I can help!”

   A surly soldier turns to me, eyeing me venomously. “Who the hell are you?” 

   “I’m __________ Braus,” I answer, “I work for Doctor Yeager.”

   The soldier scoffs and shakes his head. “They’re going to Wall Maria-”

   “They’ll die before they get there!”

   I can feel the crowd’s eyes on us now. My breathing grows unsteady and rigid as I stare at the soldier. He’s tall- maybe it was his horse or maybe it was actually him but he towers over me either way. A bandage covers the side of his head and I can see blood seeping through. His eyes are a paled-brown and dirt coats his stubbled skin. 

   “What’s the issue here, Weinfeld?” A voice behind me asks. There’s a huff of air that goes down my back. I turn and face a brown stallion. My eyes trail even further to the man sitting on top of it. My blood grows still as I realize who it is.

   “C-Captain Erwin, I-”

   “If this woman wants to help tend our wounded, why are you stopping her?”

   “Well, she-”

   “She offered her services to help prevent us from losing even more soldiers. Let her help.”

   “Y… Yes, sir.”

   “Miss?”

   My eyes snap up to him. Blond hair, blue eyes. Broad shoulders and commanding height. Blood coats his emerald-green cape. I can see the insignia of the Scout Regiment sewn into the chest, even if it is filthy. 

   “Yes, sir?”

   “What do you need to help them?”

   My nerves fade away and I roll my sleeves. “I need more hands. And any medical supplies you can give me. Even shirts, capes- those can work for the time being, too.”

   The Captain nods and I hurry to catch up to the wagon. As it’s moving, I jump onto the back and swing my legs over the side. The smell of flesh and blood is putrid here. The blood has seeped into the wood- making it smell metallic and rotten. Flesh smells like it had been left out for days… I could only imagine that being the truth. 

   “Please, miss,” someone groans, “Please help me.” The chorus of damned souls begins again, even louder now. Bodies shift and turn to face the new ray of hope.

   I reach down, tearing off the layer of silk fabric beneath the mesh. Tying it around my face, running footsteps come up behind us. “Ma’am!” Someone calls, “The Captain said you needed help!”

   “Get in here,” I snap, taking off the moonstone ring around my finger and tucking it into my bra.

   Three men pull themselves into the wagon. One starts to heave as the smell hits his nose. “If you’re going to vomit, do it over the side and get someone else to replace you,” I state, “If you can’t handle the smell, you’re not gonna like what we do next.”

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   “Miss!” The man on the opposite side of the wagon calls, “The blood’s not stopping!”

   “Lift the stump up!” I yell back, “Make sure you keep it elevated.”

   I turn back to the man trembling in my hands. “Okay, what’s your name, soldier?”

   His chapped lips part slowly, a cough passing his lips before his words. “...Louis.”

   “Okay, Louis, you’re gonna be alright but I need to do something that’s not gonna be fun.” Louis nods slowly. “I’m gonna put this in your mouth for you to bite down on. It’s just a piece of fabric.” He nods again, opening his mouth. 

   I look around to the other men. One’s still holding up the bleeding stump of a man’s leg across the wagon, attempting to fashion some sort of holder for it. Another is wrapping bandages around a woman’s arm that dangles at an impossible angle. The last one lays a body down on the wagon floor and stands back up. 

   “You!” I yell, gesturing to the last man and waving him over. “I need you for something.”

   The man walks over the bodies to me, his black hair brushing into his steel eyes. “What is it?” he asks flatly. 

   “You’re going to hold him down by the shoulders while I pour this on his wound.”

   The man doesn’t say anything but positions himself at Louis’ shoulders, pressing down. The bottle in my hands was alcohol- something someone from the crowd offered. Pulling down the silk around my face, I unstopper the bottle with my teeth. Standing with a foot on either side of Louis, I look down at the man at his shoulders. “You ready?”

   The man nods once. 

   I lower myself onto Louis’ legs, peeling back his bloodied shirt. A two bleeding lines run along his stomach. An image of a Titan grows in my mind, reaching out ravenously at Louis. A few centimeters more and he would’ve been caught. They’re deep cuts and they look like they’ve been left exposed for far too long. I shake my head, pressing my weight down against his legs. It’s time. 

   The liquid flows out of the tipped glass, pouring into the crimson grooves in Louis’ skin. Muffled screams pour out of his lips and his legs buck up underneath me. Wincing, I continue pouring. Agonized screams manage to fight through the fabric in his mouth as his whole body spasms.

   I tilt the bottle back upright and force the cork back into it. Louis is still thrashing about, causing blood to gush out of the wound. “Hey, Louis, Louis,” I mumble, leaning forward to look him in the eyes. They’re squeezed shut and his head turns from left to right wildly. “Louis!” I yell, grabbing him by the chin. “If you want to live, you need to hold as still as possible- do you understand me? If you move too much, you’ll lose too much blood and you’ll die. So sit there and stay still.”

   Louis nods frantically, his chest still heaving. Sweat pours down his face and I take my skirt and rip it again. Dabbing the fabric against his forehead, I look up to the man at his shoulders. “You take over,” I state, handing him the piece of fabric. “I’m gonna make something and you’re gonna hold it down on him, okay?”

   The man nods once again. He doesn’t seem comfortable talking. Not that I would either, surrounded by the bleeding half-rotted bodies of my comrades.

   “Good,” I mutter, gripping the fabric that makes up my sleeves. Pulling the fabric one way as I pull my arm the opposite way, the fabric rips and I wad it up. I do the same with my other sleeve and lift Louis’ shirt back up again. I place the fabric against the wounds and look up to the dark-haired man. “Come here- you need to put pressure into this. Don’t let go, okay? Just keep putting pressure.”

   The man nods and I get to my feet to check on everyone else.

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   There’s nothing else I can do with no proper supplies and I’m running out of fabric. My eyes drift down to my dress- or what’s left of it. It hangs around my legs a bloody, shredded mess that barely covers my upper thighs. 

   I can always buy another one. My eyes then turn to the lot of soldiers in the wagon. I can’t exactly replace these Scouts’ lives. 

   My eyes continue drifting until they land on each of the three men that helped me. The man holding the man’s stump- he’s Eld. The other one with the woman- Oluo.

   Eld hands me another soiled Scout cape and I hand him a less-soiled Scout cape. Leaning over the side of the wagon, I wring the cape in my hands. Sickly red liquid slicks down my hands and squelches down onto the passing cobblestone. The color of my skin is no longer visible- drowned out by the endless amounts of blood. 

   “Eld,” I mumble as I wring the cape dry. I’m hoping he can distract me from the cobblestone pavement I’m painting red. 

   “What’s it, __________?”

   “Who’s the other man?” I ask quietly, “The one with Louis?”

   Eld turns to look down the wagon before he laughs. “That’s Levi. Another one of us.”

   “He doesn’t talk much,” Oluo adds, “Don’t take it personally.”

   “I thought maybe it was… because of all this,” I smile crookedly and sit back down in the corner. The wagon tosses and jostles underneath us as we make our way to Wall Maria. “Maybe I’m just projecting. I’m certainly not as talkative as I usually am.”

   “You handled this well… All things considered,” Oluo huffs a laugh, “Ever thought about joining?”

   “You’re recruiting now?” Eld snaps, “Who in their right mind would want to join after seeing this?”

   Oluo shrugs, “Nobody in the Scouts are sane.”

   I clear my throat awkwardly and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “Well… if you’re ever back in Shiganshina- I’d be more than happy to sit you down and teach you some medical basics. It could end up saving a life.”

   Eld and Oluo both bow their heads gratefully. My eyes dart to Levi, who still remains keeping pressure on Louis’ wounds. “You’re also welcome to join us, Levi,” I smile. 

   He says nothing but nods once more. It’s better than nothing, I suppose. 

   Maria’s walls tower over us in the sunlight- stone reflecting light down onto us. I get back to my feet, rubbing a hand across my forehead. Almost immediately, I cringe at the feeling of slickness now on my skin. 

   Throwing one leg over the side of the wagon, I prepare myself to jump. “Where are you going?” Eld asks, getting to his feet.

   “You’re almost to Wall Maria and there’s nothing else I can really do without supplies and equipment. All you three need to do is make sure that stump is elevated, pressure stays held on Louis and that you three get back to me in Shiganshina for those drinks.”

   “Why can’t you stay?” Oluo asks, gesturing to the bodies around him. “If something goes wrong-”

   “If something goes wrong, I’m sure the rest of your regiment have doctors waiting on the other side of Maria. ‘sides, I left my kids back there. There’s no telling what they’re up to without me.”

   “You have kid-”

   Something cracks against the pale-blue sky. Yellow and green lightning pierce the tranquility, striking down just beyond Wall Maria. It disappears as fast as it came- leaving only a trail of white smoke in the sky.   “What was that?” I mumble, stepping back into the wagon. “Was that lightning…?”

   Eld and Oluo are on their feet now, staring at the sky. I can see their hands gripping their ODM controllers. Eyes wide, mouths slightly open we stare at the Wall. My breath is caught deep in my throat as we wait. As we watch.

   The wind kicks up. The former sweetness of wildflowers in the air is now nauseatingly saccharine. It elbows the steam out of the way- and then we see it.

   A hand. On the wall. 

   Stone crumbles beneath the muscle. Paradoxically slowly and quickly, a skinless head lifts up behind the wall. 

   …that’s impossible. 

   I want to believe it’s impossible, believe it’s just a facade but as I’m staring and as I hear Eld and Oluo whispering, I know. 

   There’s a Titan towering over Wall Maria.

   I waste no more time. Throwing my leg over the wagon again, I jump. Eld is the first to react, screaming at me to get back on the wagon. 

   “My kids! My family!” I scream back, sprinting towards town. “I can’t leave them!”

  And I keep running. Elbows and bodies are thrown into my chest. I keep running. Eren. Mikasa. Armin. Carla. Even Tobias. Massive chunks of stone collide beside me and that’s when I know the wall has been torn through. 

   And I keep running. Blood in my ears, blood on my face, blood on my hands- it all seems to burn and throb. Colors blur together in the edges of my vision. All I need to focus on is getting to them.

   I can hear the screams and the cries and the wailing and the bones snapping. And I keep running. I don’t have time to look. 

   There is blood everywhere. I can smell it. 

   My eyes catch him- a black-haired boy running straight into the crowd and towards the wall. A girl runs after him. Another boy, with blond hair, stands rigid in his spot. 

   Their names rip out of my body. “Eren! Mikasa! Armin!”

   Over and over again, they shred my lungs as I push towards them. My arms wrap around Armin and I spin him around to face me. My eyes dart between his, brushing hair from his face.

   “Armin, where are they going?”

   There is no response. Just a blank stare.

   “Armin! Where are they going!” I’m screaming now, shaking him at his shoulders. 

   “...home.”

   A shaky breath leaves my lips. “You need to run, Armin,” I mutter, turning him towards Wall Maria. “Do you hear me? You run for that wall and you don’t look back.”

   Armin nods slowly and I keep running.

   I round the last corner and I freeze. A chunk of the wall sits atop the ruins of the Yaeger home. Dust clouds billow about and I can hear three voices screaming amongst themselves.

   My feet carry me there. “Carla! Mikasa! Eren! Grisha!”

   “__________!” Carla yells back as I stumble to a stop just before the remains of the house. 

   My eyes land on her- pinned down underneath a wooden beam and dirt painting her face. Her eyes are wide, staring up at me. I hear the wood groan and shiver. Eren and Mikasa strain as they try lifting the wood up. 

   “Help us!” Eren snaps at me. 

   I reach for the beam, fingernails digging into the wood as we all lift it up. It doesn’t budge. Once more, Mikasa and Eren and I plant our feet on the cobblestone and lift. 

   ...it’s no use.

   Even if we get this thing off her, Carla’s legs are crushed. We wouldn’t make it out. 

   “__________!” Carla’s yelling my name over and over. Her hand is gripping my leg, nails digging into my skin. “You have to listen to me- you have to leave me behind and take them! You have to survive- you have to leave me!"

   “No!” Eren screams, trying to lift the beam up again. “I’m not leaving you!”

   “Can’t you just listen to me for once in your life?!” Carla screams back, tears trailing down her face. “This is the last thing I’m asking you to do-!”

   Something looms in the distance. Stomps quake the ground underfoot- and they’re getting closer. A face slowly passes the remains of the town hall. Grotesque and smiling, the Titan’s face turns towards us. 

   “Carla,” I whisper, tears now streaming down my face. “I… I can’t leave…” I mutter, shaking my head as I lean down to lift the beam again. My whole body strains, screaming for relief, as I try to pry the beam off of her.

   “Hannes!”

   Looking over my shoulder, I watch as Hannes lands just in front of us. “Take the kids and get out of here!” Carla screams. 

   Hannes kneels and smiles. “That’s not our only option, Carla. I’m gonna kill that Titan and save all of you!” His arms come out in a flourish, brandishing his blades. He runs around the corner of the house for the Titan. A war cry leaves his lips and-

   He skids to a stop. His eyes trail up the height of the Titan. Even from this distance, I can see him tremble. He turns back, pushing his blades back into their holsters. 

   And he grabs Eren, tossing him over his shoulder. He tucks Mikasa’s body under his arm and he runs a few steps before stopping again. Turning to me, he screams, “Let’s go before it kills us all!”

   My eyes flick back down to Carla. Her black hair is stuck to her face. Sweat and tears and spit slick down her skin as she looks up at me with watering eyes. “Take care of them for me,” she whispers. “My daughter, please take care of them for me. You all have to survive- for me.”

   And I run.

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   “__________!” 

   My name buzzes around my ears but Eren, Mikasa, Hannes- they aren’t calling me.

   “__________!” 

   I turn around, searching for the voice as I continue running behind Hannes. My eyes dart to each movement. A woman clutching the remains of a man to her body. A child crying. A man being lifted into the sky. Another man running straight towards me, carrying a briefcase. 

   “Tobias!” I yell. Hannes stops in his tracks, whirling around to face me. Tobias stumbles to a stop. Panting, he wipes his brow with his forearm.

   “I need to tell you something,” he wheezes, shoving the briefcase into my hands. “In case I don’t get to, it’s all in here. Everything is in here.”

   “Tobias, what are you talking about?”

   His eyes are darting everywhere- from my face to Hannes and the kids to my dress and hands. “I haven’t been honest with you,” he says quickly, taking me by the shoulders. “I’ve kept so much from you that you should know about-”

   “Just tell me!” I snap, searching his eyes. 

   Tobias sighs and nods quickly, “But only if we have some shelter.” His hand slips down my arm, taking my hand and pulling me towards a watchtower. Hannes and the kids follow behind us. 

   “__________,” Tobias states, turning to face me again and gripping my shoulders. “You have to understand- I didn’t know what else I could do. I just wanted what I wanted and I-”

   There’s a terrible crash above us. I can feel myself being pushed back and colliding with the cobblestone. Mikasa calls out to me- cut short by the ringing in my ears. 

   Hannes appears above me, waving a hand in my face and shouting something. It’s all so… far-away. Distant. Blinking, I try to focus on the shifting mimics of Hannes before they all merge together. 

   Searing pain runs up and down my legs as I feel myself being dragged backwards. I look down and see the pile of bricks, splintered wood, and stone that was once the watchtower. And a single arm underneath it all, covered in a suit’s sleeve. 

   My eyes widen and my arms bring the briefcase to my chest tighter. “...is that…?”

   Hannes nods, picking me up under my arms and setting me back on my feet. “I’m sorry but we have to go,” he mumbles. “We have to get them out of here.”

   Tears start to pour from my eyes as I stare at the bloody hand reaching out from under the debris. ...he saved me instead of saving himself.

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   “Please, sir, I can’t leave it behind-”

   “I’m already allowing you three on before anyone else,” the soldier snarls, “I’m not letting you break any more rules.”

   Hannes sighs, scratching the back of his neck. My nail taps against the leather briefcase as I watch Eren and Mikasa blankly stare into the water below. “Take them,” I blurt. “I’ll stay.”

   The kids turn around to face me, eyes wide with horror. Tears stream down Eren's face as his fist tightens at his side. “No! I’m not losing you, too!”

   “Don’t go,” Mikasa whispers, eyes pleading.

   I kneel down, putting the briefcase down next to me. Gently, I place a hand on their faces and rub my thumb against their skin. “I will find you,” I whisper, “You have to trust me. I will find you. You stay where you are until I find you, okay?”

   Mikasa nods once but I can feel her lean into my touch. Eren has my wrist, gripping it tightly. “Please, __________,” he pleads through gritted teeth, “Please don’t go.”

   I press my lips to his forehead and whisper against his skin. “I will find you, Eren.”

   Pulling away, I press my lips to Mikasa’s forehead. I stand and pick up the briefcase. “They’re ready now,” I whisper, forcing the mass of tears in my throat down. “Please take them.”

   The soldier takes Mikasa’s hand and reaches for Eren. Eren elbows past him, charging for me. Screaming, he flails about as the soldier throws him over his shoulder and walks up the gangplank. “__________!” He screams. “You can’t leave me! I can’t lose you, too! Please!” 

   I bite down on my tongue. Tears stream down my face as I watch them get set down on the ferry. Mikasa holds onto Eren’s arm as he thrashes in her grip. The soldier runs back down and yells for the ferry to take off. 

   Hannes places a hand on my shoulder. I shake violently, sobbing now as the ferry pulls away. Eren finally breaks free and runs to the edge but it’s too late. 

   I clamp a hand over my mouth, preventing the agonized screams from resounding around the ferry station. I can see Mikasa coming up behind Eren. Someone else pushes towards them.

   Armin. 

   He made it. They all made it. They’re safe. My kids are safe.

   Hannes clears his throat behind me. I turn and push my face into his chest, sobbing and clutching at his bloodied uniform. “They made it, Hannes,” I say in strangled sobs. “They’re okay.”

   I can feel him press my head further into his chest. “And you’re next.”

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   “You can’t close the gate!” I scream, clutching the briefcase to my chest. “There are people out there! Just wait-!”

   “If we don’t close it now, the handful of lives out there will be nothing compared to how many we’ll lose in here!” The soldier snaps. 

   Hannes growls, lunging forward and grabbing the soldier by the collar. “That’s no reason to leave these people to die!” 

   Footsteps run up behind me. Two men, more soldiers, arrive in the doorway. Panting, one points outside, “They’re coming! You have to close the gate, now!” 

   “Lower the gate at once!” 

   “No!” I run forward and feel arms wrap around me, holding me back. One of the soldiers hurries and grabs Hannes, pulling him off the soldier. My body thrashes in its hold, “You can’t do this! You’re going to kill them all-!”

   The walls begin to shake around us intermittently- heavy footsteps. They begin to pick up speed, thundering around us. Getting closer and closer, I can feel it in my head, in my heart- the hammering, the footsteps. 

   It all happens much slower than it did. Hannes wrestles out of the soldier’s grip and grabs my waist. The Titan collides with the wall, sending us into the air amongst the brick and stone of the gate. I can feel us being jerked a different way in the sky- the sound whirring and hissing of air surrounding us. 

   My arms around his neck, I peek over Hannes’ shoulder. A gaping hole is in the wall where the gate used to be. A Titan with patches of dense armor stands at the hole, breathing deeply. 

   “__________,” Hannes says as we land on the side of a building. “I’m taking you to Wall Rose. Wall Maria is gone. It’s over.”

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   The candlelight flickers in the wind, taunting death before regaining strength. My fingers run along the blood-splattered leather. The gold trim slides under my fingertips. I can feel my stomach churn as I press the buttons in. 

   What was so secret he kept it from me for so long?

   The briefcase flies open. Inside is a mess of paper- most pages are typed but some are handwritten. I can clearly see Tobias’ neat, small handwriting on the pages. I scoot closer to the candle, taking a sheet of paper and reading it in the light. 

   __________,

     I am writing this knowing in almost-full confidence that I am no longer alive and I died before I had the chance to explain myself. I hope you don’t think of me as less of a person after this but if you do, I cannot say that I blame you.

   My name is not Tobias Walker. I was born Fynn Kayserling in Dauper.

   I stop, rereading that sentence over and over again. Dauper was my village. Tobias- Fynn was from… my village? 

   You don’t remember that name at all, I’m sure. I wasn’t very outgoing and the walls suited me as better friends than other students. But there was one girl that stood out. It was you. You were kind and gentle- but would never stand down from a fight. It was amazing, watch you grow up. An ever-changing fluctuation of fight and flow.

   I was too much of a coward to be up-front with you. Watching others court you and how happily you responded to them, I knew I wasn’t good enough. I left at seventeen to Shiganshina and started my business.

   I returned a year later and found that you, that your family had been suffering. Your mother being weak and your father being ill while you and your sister were starving- I wanted to just give you the money. An anonymous donation. But there was another, more selfish part of me that wanted something in return.

   I tried to fight it. It was so twisted even I was disgusted by myself. But my cowardice, my weakness, my greed got the better of me and I made that offer to you. It wasn’t fair of me to and I wish I would have changed my mind- so I did this.

   Assuming I’m dead, inside this briefcase you will find my will. I’ll spare you from reading the legal nonsense. I’ve given you everything. The factory, the houses, the money, the land. It’s all yours to do what you will. There’s more than enough to pay off your debts and to build your family a better home.

   There was a reason I never told you what the plans for the wedding were. There was never going to be a wedding. I was going to give you the money and the land and tell you how I feel before letting you choose your path. It was selfish of me to take you away for two years. I couldn’t live with taking you away for much more.

   I hope you can forgive me, __________. I was selfish and cruel and I know it wasn’t love. Something more sinister- not love. I tried to be better, I hope you know.

    Yours always,

       Fynn

   I blankly stare at the letter, so many thoughts buzzing through my head that I feel dizzy. My eyes dart to the typed papers. ‘Final Will and Testament of Fynn Kayserling’ is typed on the first page. 

   He… he lived in Dauper and he was a classmate. He knew me. My stomach churns at the words ‘wanted something in return’. My eyes turn to the open window, to the stars above. Tears stream unyieldingly d0wn my face as I take a deep breath in. As I exhale, the wind takes my breath into an icy grip and turns it white. 

   I need to find them. Before anything else, I need to find Armin and Mikasa and Eren. And when I do, I’ll make sure they’re taken care of and then I’ll take care of my family. 

   I’ll never forgive him but... tomorrow. 

   The search starts tomorrow.

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You can read parts two, three, and four! Just tap on the number you want :) 

[honeypirate]

Take me home

Benimaru x f!Y/n

A/n: I just want Beni to have a little slice of something good in his life, okay? 🥺

Your head is pounding, you feel blood pour from your nose and taste the blood on your tongue from your split lip. Your ribs are broken, your skins dry, and you can hardly breathe. You’ve expended all your energy and power and if you used anymore you’d burn up yourself.

“Mother fu..” you go to curse at your attacker but before you can they send an explosion into you again. Knocking you into the next burning building, you didn’t know how you were going to get out of this, you don’t think you can even move anymore. You can hear the evangelist come after you but your eyes are blurry with blood and smoke. You try to push yourself up but you fall back down, hearing the man just laugh maniacally.

That laugh got cut off by what sounded like a punch and another explosion before you lost consciousness.

You’re in darkness, floating, weightless. You’re dreaming but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes yet. Afraid of what you’ll find when you do. “Y/n... don’t leave me. Not yet” the voice sounded like a prayer. You know that voice. Your eyes fly open in the dream it’s Benimaru you thought to yourself. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move your body. You could only look around in the dark space where you were floating. What was this place? There were shadows in the darkness that you couldn’t see. Beni. Don’t leave me here alone. You thought again wishing you could wake up and see him. Scream out to him. You don’t know how long it’s been in the darkness of this never ending dream. You can feel warmth in your hand like someone’s holding it and then he’s back. Your Beni is back whispering things in your ear. “Y/n please” his voice sounds scared and like he’s been crying. Beni! I love you! You try to wake up. To grab his hand back. “I love you. Don’t leave me yet.” His voice is quiet like it’s far away. No. I won’t let this happen. Your body feels like it’s on fire before you actually see the flames. They’re so beautiful, reds and purples, it doesn’t even hurt to be in them. They just keep getting brighter and brighter until

The sunlight hitting your face is what woke you up, the hand that clasped yours is what pulled you from the darkness. A voice calling your name pulls you the last little bit to the light “Y/n?” Your eyes flutter open to see the ones you were hoping to see “my Beni” you say with a small smile and your voice cracks from unuse. He helps you sit up and gets you some water. “Where am I?” It didn’t look like your usual hospital and you were confused as you looked around the room. “You’re in the sixth. You really worried me, I had to get you here as soon as possible. Doctor Huang said your fire was strong but you had to fight the rest of the way yourself.” You smile at him when you realize it was him, “you saved me” you say quietly and he looks at his hand which went back to hold yours “I wish I could have found you sooner. I was afraid you’d end up like...like...” you squeeze his hand. You know what he’s gonna say. You very well could have ended up like Konro. “I know” your voice is soft. “I’m sorry to have worried you. I would have been fine but that last guy came out of no where. I had nothing left to give. How long was I out?” he meets your eye “just under a week” you nod and then look away blushing as you say “I had a strange dream of you calling out to me. Telling me not to leave you. And then I was consumed by a beautiful flame. I think... I think you saved me twice. You brought me back again” you feel tears sting your eyes and he hugs you tight, kind of awkward on the bed but you didn’t care. He felt like home and you never wanted him to let you go.

“Don’t you ever do this to me again y/n” you can hear his voice crack and if he pulled away you were sure you’d see him holding back tears

Just then one of his other men came in to get him. He clears his throat and kisses your head, composing himself before pulling back Before he leaves he turns to you and says “when you’re ready, get dressed and come find me in the main office. I have a meeting and then I’ll take you home” you nod and smile at him.

You get up after ten minutes and stretch, the doctor coming in to look at you and make sure everything’s okay. When she comes through the door you bow “Doctor Huang” your voice is respectful and she smiles warmly before looking you over. “You should have seen him. I’ve never seen a man more worried. He really cares about you, you know” you blush a little and pick up your clothes, facing away from her. “I really care about him too” your voice is quiet and she nods once “good. He deserves a good girl like you..” when you turn around she’s gone. You grab your bag, that someone from your company just have brought over with toiletries and other things before heading into the bathroom to shower and clean up. You send a small grateful feeling to whomever brought your things, the shower waking up your body and limbs. Moving around after being unconscious for a week wasn’t really fun and you swore you’d never do it again.

You realize it was one of the girls who packed your things because they remembered to grab your makeup and perfume, no one else would have because no one else knew about your feelings for Benimaru. You laugh when you pull out your favorite pair of leggings that make your butt look it’s best “thank you Maki” you whisper as you slip them on. With a simple black shirt and a pair of black sneakers. You were glad your team knew you so well to give you something comfortable to wear when you woke up. You put everything else in the gym bag and sling it across your body before you head down the office.

Walking up to the main office you see Beni walk from the office along with your Captain and turn your way. You smile when you make eye contact and you can tell if he could he’d run and hug you. You quirked your eyebrows at Obi but he just winked with a laugh and turns the other direction.

Your relationship with Benimaru was complicated. You were from two different companies, he was captain of the seventh and you were a pyrotechnic of the eighth. You only saw each other very rarely. After the second time you fought together he was impressed with you, asked for your number to keep in contact. You talked every day since then and if you were honest you fell in love with him quick. It’s like you could see right through him.

He fell for you slowly, the more he opened up more to you, the more he trusted you, the more he wished he could spend every free moment with you. When he found you in the fire, half dead, almost drowning in your own blood, your skin starting to char. It broke him. He thought he was going to lose you. It straightened all his priorities, his number one of solving combustion and winning against the Evangelists, was now beat by you. He would protect you at all costs now, he would convince you to come be with him, you would fight this war together so he wouldn’t have any regrets with you.

When you reached each other he tucked your hair behind your ear. “Your meeting was with Obi?” You ask and he nodded “I asked him to allow you to come to the seventh.” He took your hand when you and he kissed your knuckles as you started to walk together as he continues “I want you to come work with me.” You chuckle and lift an eyebrow at him “just work with you?” You ask and he clears his throat, he was nervous and it was so cute “no” he said and cleared his throat again, pulling you into an empty room to look into your eyes why he spoke “I want you to live with me, to eat meals with me, to fight by my side, and to let me take care of you. I want you to sleep by my side every night. I can’t be without you anymore. I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you” you press your lips softly into his and he shudders for a moment in shock before he kisses you back hungrily. You pull back and let out a breathy laugh, looking into his eyes “I love you too. Of course I want all of those things with you. Starting with making you dinner.” You kiss him again before saying softly “take me home Beni” he smiles and nods, a blush in his cheeks and his heart overflowing for the first time in what feels like forever. “Let’s go home” he agrees and takes your hand again.

He takes you to your company first, so you can tell your crew your news, if the captain hasn’t already, and pack your things. The girls were excited for you, but they’d miss you terribly and you’d miss them too. You’d miss talking to them about everything. After packing your things in a duffel bag you throw it over your shoulder before heading back out to the company truck Beni was driving.

You hop in and smile at him “okay. Let’s go home and you can show me where to put my things. Since it’s a new place you’ll have to help me cook dinner and since it’s a new crew I’ll make something for everyone so they’ll like me and..” he takes your hand, making you stop and look at him, and he laughs “you’re so adorable. I love you so much. I’ll help you make dinner but let’s do it tomorrow since it’s already late and I’m betting they already ate. ” you calm down, you didn’t even notice you were anxious until he took your hand. But seeing him smile and laugh made you feel lore at ease.

When you got to your new home it was late and everyone has already gone to bed. Beni showed you to your new room which was right next to his then excused himself to go talk to Konro and update him.

You unpack your two bags of things and set up a couple decorations before heading down the hall to find Beni, eager to not spend any more time part. You make your way down the hall to the light that was coming from a sliver in a door but stop when you hear Konro say your name.

“.... like y/n. I’m glad you finally did something about your months of pining Beni. If you didn’t do something about it I would have made my move.” You can imagine what Beni’s face looks like and your suspicions were confirmed when Konro laughs and says “what’s with that face? She’s beautiful” Beni’s voice is stern when he says “yeah and she’s mine now. Off the market” your stomach full of butterflies as you decide to move forward and knock quietly before walking in and smiling at Konro. “Hey long time no see” he says “hey Konro. you’ll be seeing me a lot more now” you say and Beni stands to hug you. “Do you want me to show you around?” Beni asks and you nod “that would be nice” you say and then Beni excuses you both.

In the hallway he takes your hand but when you get to your doors you stop and gently pull him towards you, wrapping your hands around his waist and laying your head on his chest. “Y/n?” He asks with a laugh as he hugs you back “Beni... how about you show me around in the morning and right now you just ...” he pulls back and kisses you, cutting you off. He was feeling the same as you, he just wanted to take you into his room and hold you. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and says “come on” before gently pulling you into his room.

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

Cerulean

● AN: Thanks to @succulent-momma​ and @drabbles-blurbs-words​ for editing this for me. A quick note before reading this Japan doesn’t foster in large numbers.  So most orphans or neglected children go to a facility called “Children’s homes”. Also, I wanted to take on the trope of the hero “breaking their lover’s heart to save them” usually it ends up with the said lover being heartbroken for years before the hero finds them again and voila! Everything is fine and dandy after the truth comes out. I really dislike this trope so I wanted to do a prompt to expand more on this.

● Warning: This prompt includes underage sex between two minors, explicit sex, consensual sex, and angst read at your own discretion. For those who are Nana fans I also warn you read cautiously. 

● Young All Might x Fem Reader

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Y/N frowned at Nana-neesan; her frown became even more severe at the sight of the taller blonde man.

“What do you want, nee-san? You made it clear that you didn’t want me to interfere with your work when you left me here,” she murmured under her breath while keeping an eye on the blonde that was nervously looking from her older sister to her.

Here being the children’s home for abused and abandoned orphans. Yes, she had a living older sister who could have taken care of her but chose not to due to her dangerous job as a Pro Hero complete with a maniacal evil villain.

Nana sent a sorrowful smile towards her.

“I know you aren’t happy with my decision, but I promise I would rather you be alive here than dead with me. You being alive in front of my eyes means everything to me even if it means that I won’t see you as often.”

Y/N had heard this speech over and over again, she should understand her intentions by now, right? She understands that her older sister spends time-saving the entirety of Japan, but all she wants is to go home and see her family regularly. She wanted to see her infant nephew that was only 3 months old. So, she should understand, but Y/N couldn’t help the bitterness bubbling inside of her.

Nana gestured to the man next to her.

“This is my student and successor, Yagi Toshinori. I want you and him to get along. Think of him as your oni-san. He’ll protect you when I can’t,” she told her. The glint in Nana’s eyes showed the pride and joy she held for her student.

That revelation only made things worse for Y/N. What was nee-san doing now? Picking up strays off the street and replacing her real siblings? Sure, she didn’t have a quirk like nee san’s, but it didn’t mean she was worthless. It didn’t mean she deserved to be abandoned at a children’s home.

Y/N sent a vicious glare to the man well more like boy named Yagi.

“He is not my oni-san. I might live here right now, but I have a family. And I don’t remember my parents having a boy,” Y/N growled out and sent one last look at her sister. She seemed to be pleading with Y/N before a resigned look settled in her eyes.

She stomped over to the caretaker and told her that the visit was over. The official just nodded and politely asked Nana-neesan to leave. She only stared at Y/N for a few more moments before heeding the request and leaving her alone again in the facility. It shouldn’t hurt, after all, she had already been here since she was 15 and now her 16th birthday was only a few months away. And yet, to see her sister’s back as she left again, it tore another piece of her on the inside. The worst thing was Y/N should hate her with every fiber of her being, but she couldn’t. She wanted her family and her sister. Not this stranger who upheld the One for All legacy over the cost of her own blood.

So, Y/N hardened her heart and trudged back to her shared room with another abandoned girl who only smiled in sympathy at her plight.

“Ne Y/N, look I bought some snacks from the nearby convenience store with my allowance. Want some?”

She shook her head at the girl’s earnest look and scooted over to her friend. “I thought you were on a diet.”

Her friend only shrugged and held out a chocolate bar which Y/N took a generous bite out of.

“Trust me, whenever these parents or foster people come to check on us. We need this!”

Y/N didn’t voice her agreement out loud but took another bite of her chocolate as the two lonely girls chatted and comforted each other for the sorrows that were beyond their control.

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Unfortunately, that last disastrous visit was not the end of it. It seemed Yagi had taken it upon himself to befriend the lone sister of his teacher. He started showing up at the facility even without nee-san. Y/N didn’t ask him if her sister knew what her student was doing. At first, she refused all visits from him, but he left presents for her. Snacks, chocolate, makeup (haphazardly bought but luxurious nonetheless), and even envelopes with small amounts of spending money. Finally, she got fed up with it and confronted him.

“Do you think I’m cheap and easy that you can buy my affections with all this stuff? I told you I don’t want another sibling, nor do I need one,” she huffed angrily at him. The idiotic man just smiled with jubilation in return to her censure. “Why are you smiling? Do you think making me angry and upset is funny?”

He quickly crossed his hands in an X and shook his head. “No! I’m just happy you’re finally talking to me and I get it. I know that it’s weird for someone to come out of nowhere and act like your brother. But that’s just Shishou’s wish for us to get along.”

Y/N could feel her annoyance build up and replied, “well it’s always been about what she wants isn’t it? Never about what I want or what my wishes are. Did she even think about how I would feel when she brought her student to meet me and ask me to treat you like family when she left me here? No, she didn’t! Just like she didn’t consider how all of this is impacting me. Does she even care?”

The last part ruined her and the lump in her throat caused her voice to break as she voiced out her deepest fears to the guiltless boy in front of her. Yagi stepped in front of her and grabbed both of her shoulders. Y/N let out a gasp when he pulled her close and she could see the depth in his ocean eyes.

“Gomen. I can’t say I know everything that happened between Shishou and you. I can see that her sacrifices have hurt you and nothing I do will ever erase those hurts. I won’t ever replace the family that you had nor the sister you want. But I can be the friend you need.”

His eyes shined brightly with resolve and she wanted to believe him. Y/N was so tired of this past year, everything that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong. Y/N tried to slip out of his strong grasp and separate herself from his expectations.

“Please,” he urged softly.

Y/N looked back into his eyes and felt her trepidation crumble.

“Fine. We can try being friends, but the second you act out of line. You will stop visiting me.” She warned him.

Again, he sent a delighted smile her way and brought her in for a tight hug. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and tried to push him away from her.

“Thanks! I promise you won’t regret giving me a chance.”

Y/N scoffed and pushed against his strong chest even harder. “I already do,” she murmured to herself as the overly joyful man finally let her go.

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Over the next couple of months, Toshinori made good on his promise and she saw him more often than her sister. She saw him after he got accepted into U.A. and he shared his elation with her. She saw him as he failed several times to defeat someone named Gran Torino. She even stayed and listened to him as he babbled on about her nee-san’s ideals of saving people with a smile. They grew closer than she ever thought possible. And so, it wasn’t a surprise that closeness evolved into something else.

“Here you go, Y/N-chan!” he handed over a gift wrapped up nicely. Her 16th birthday had included well wishes from the caretakers within the facility, her roommate, and her too often absent sister. But Toshinori had held off the celebrations until he was able to get a reprieve from U.A. to visit her.

She read the card first, it was a sloppily written card with her name on it. Y/N snickered at the butchered Kanji rather than the expected elegant calligraphy from her sister’s protegee. Finally, she took apart the present. It was a picture of kittens with bows on it. She felt her eyebrows twitch and sent Toshinori a glare. He knew how badly she wanted a pet, but the facility wouldn’t allow it.

She took the frame out and held it up to hit him with it. “You jerk! How could you do this on my birthday!”

“Wait..Wait! It’s not what you think!” he yelled out while avoiding her hits easily.

She huffed and said, “explain now! Before I beat you senseless with this cute frame.”

“Do you remember that kitten you saved from the streets and brought them to the nearest vet? Well, one of those kittens are him and the rest of those kittens have all found homes. They were going to be put down in the shelter due to limited space and because they were FIV positive. However, I’ve spent time and money to ensure that all of them found homes.”

Y/N looked down at the frame and sure enough one of them resembled the orange fluff ball she rescued from a storm drain.

“I know it’s not the pet you wanted. But until you can get one for yourself. I hope this is enough.”

She stared at him unblinkingly and he started getting unnerved with the way she was insistently staring without uttering a word.

“It’s a bad present, isn’t it? I’m sorry I thought it was a good idea and I’ve never bought a gift for a girl before. You know what? You can keep the frame and we can go out for dinner instead. My treat- Mprrh!” His rambling was cut off by her lips capturing Toshinori’s.

He didn’t waste a second, tugging her into his arms, and responding with fervent enthusiasm. He felt so warm, she couldn’t remember the last time someone just held her. First, she had lost her parents. And then her nee-san increasingly disappeared on her heroic crusade until she finally dumped her at this facility. It felt so right in his strong arms and a sigh of content escaped her as his tongue traced her lips as if asking for permission. She granted it and fell into a deeper escape. For the last few months, since she had gotten to know Toshinori, everything felt lighter. And the fact she was forsaken no longer weighed heavily on her being. He was the first good thing to happen that was entirely hers. Y/N’s feelings only grew more severe when she saw the depths he would go for her. But she feared that his kindness was something he shared with everyone or that he only cared for her because of nee-san. But now she could feel his tongue explore her mouth with zeal, tempting her body to respond with needy whimpers. Y/N was sure that her fears were unfounded. They only separated when air became necessary but even then, they stayed engrossed in each other. Toshinori rested his forehead against hers. She was unable to look away when he looked at her with such unrestrained and open adoration.

“Is it .… always like that?” he asked as he gasped for breath.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, afraid to let him know that he was her first kiss.

He only stared at her with starry eyes and no judgment as he brought her into another kiss and another; until she could no longer spare time as curfew forced her to return.  

The rest of the year was spent with them sneaking out to meet each other whenever it was possible. Her nee-san seemed suspicious at the newfound familiarity between her imouto and student. But at the same time, she was relieved to know there was someone else to look out for Y/N. She never did suspect that the way Toshinori and Y/N were spending time was hardly in a way that normal friends ever attempted.

●●●●●

One particular weekend Y/N found herself at Toshinori’s apartment. He stayed there whenever he wasn’t training or was at U.A. It was a fairly decent apartment. It lacked any personal items only containing the necessity. She waited patiently in the apartment while the blonde went to the restroom. She couldn’t help herself when she went exploring through his space. Opening doors and peeking inside whatever that was unlocked. Y/N always did have a habit of being nosey and a sneak, so she didn’t think twice when she came to Toshi’s room and swung it open. Though, even his bedroom wasn’t much to look at; except he had a nice large bed instead of a futon. She was just about to leave disappointed when she spotted a sparkly gift bag tucked away on a desk.

Now normally going through people’s gifts and precious items was going too far even for her, but that gift bag’s logo was familiar to her. It was the bag of the most famous lingerie brand in Japan. She didn’t buy lingerie for herself, but she did buy regularly their bras and panties whenever necessary. So, the fact that her boyfriend had something from them in his room and she didn’t know about it, well she felt justified to look through said gift bag.

Y/N sifted through the purple wrapping paper and a receipt before coming across a babydoll lingerie. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized the garment still had its tags on it. Did that mean Toshi bought it for her and had yet to give it to her? She had to admit his taste in lingerie was very tasteful. It was sheer mauve with black trimmings on its edges and with a matching panty. Though the amount of lace on the fabric was kind of surprising, he didn’t seem like the type of guy who would like lace.

“Hey, are you in here?” Toshi yelled out when he came into the room only to let out a strangled gasp when he saw her standing there with the babydoll in hand.

Y/N only raised her eyebrow meaningfully at him.

“It’s not what you think!” he stuttered trying to find an excuse as to why he had that in his room. “Ok. It’s exactly what you think….. I like lace?.... And I thought you would look pretty in it?”

See if she didn’t know Toshinori as well as she did, Y/N would have thought he was lying. But she knew it was the truth; from the way he looked directly in her eyes and the fact that every time they got intimate, he acted angsty. Like he wanted more. She waited for him to ask permission to go further but he never did. Maybe this was his way to suggest it without putting too much pressure on her.

She looked at the soft revealing garment in her hand and his panicked face. Y/N started unzipping her hoody and let it fall to the floor.

His breath hitched and he murmured, “w-what are you doing?”

“Well, you bought it for me, didn’t you? Don’t you think I should try it on?”

Keeping eye contact Y/N unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off too. She then reached over and pulled off her tank top and added it to the pile. Toshinori on the other hand had his entire face flushed red. His eyes wildly moved from her face to her body as if he didn’t know what to savor first. She reached behind and unbuckled her bra from its hook. She made sure not to look at her boyfriend while she shed her panty. Her last piece of clothing as she didn’t want to lose her nerve. Grabbing the babydoll she pulled it over her head and the slick material slid down her body. It barely covered her butt and her nipples strained against the material.

“So, what do you think?” Y/N asked with a nervous smile.

His nervous composure disappeared, and he confidently strode towards her. He touched her hair and loosened the bun she had pilled her hair in. Her long hair fell in waves and framed her face delicately, he smiled at the sight she made.

“Now it’s perfect. You look beautiful,” he said as he reached down to kiss her.

She didn’t know how they got from standing and kissing softly in the middle of the room and to his bed. Toshinori somewhere along the way had shed all his clothes, settling his hard body against her soft curves. Her first time was everything she imagined, the love in his eyes as she trusted him to take care of her. The horror stories of how much it hurt weren’t true in her case because all she could see was the exquisiteness of the ocean in his eyes. Did he know how expressive they were? They told so many stories from just their azure hues. She had seen them in sadness, fear, and joy. But they never shined with such brilliance until she stared above at him caging her tiny body protectively.

“Toshi.. hnggg~..” she whimpered out as he roughly palmed her breasts over the mauve intimate apparel.

He wouldn’t let her take it off, preferring her in it. Saying he liked the way her body appeared so sinful and tempting while she blushed and squirmed underneath him.

She let out another gasp when his cock slid in with the exact angle she needed, and her body arched accordingly. She spread her thighs more and hooked them around his waist so that he could move in easier without many obstacles. It felt like a warm entity had entered and filled her up just when she needed it. She felt Toshinori’s large hands secure themselves around her waist and lift her entire body. She let out a yelp and then a loud moan when he slammed her back down.

Y/N could vaguely hear his praises amongst his groans, the sounds of the bed slamming against the wall and the obscene wet sounds of their sexes intermingling. He told her how gorgeous she looked and how much he loved her.

She could feel herself spiraling before she lost it again and again. Y/N realized with frustration that Toshi was purposely changing his rhythm and speed.

Once again when her pleasure stopped midway, she let out a sob.

“Please, baby. I c-can’t.”

“Not yet. I promise I’ll give you what you need. Just wait,” Toshinori crooned as he ragdolled her body with his powerful thrusts.

Her short-bitten nails dug into his skin when she felt him lap at her perky cleavage. The thin soaked fabric clung to her body lewdly and it only encouraged his explorations. She grabbed the back of his head and encouraged him to suck the other neglected breast. When she felt him gingerly lick the fabric that covered the taut nub before sucking deeply, she finally lost it. Her muscles started squeezing around his member and the flutters started pulsing. The pulses came faster and faster as he helped her ride it out. 

The base of his cock felt heavy and tight. Toshinori slipped out of her surging cunt and spilled more of her juices onto his bedsheets. Keeping her thighs together, he used her thickness to stimulate himself and spilled his cum. He watched captivated as his sticky fluid ran down her thighs.

 The two lovers drifted off to sleep after their exertion. And when Y/N returned to the Children’s home the next day only to be punished for staying out without permission, she couldn’t help but think it was worth it.

●●●●●

Y/N ran through the hospital at top speed, trying to dodge oncoming patients and nurses. She spotted Toshinori standing next to a curiously short man.

“Toshi! Are you okay? I heard you and nee-san were involved in something big!” Y/N asked in a panic looking over his bruised and bandaged cheeks.

She looked up at him worriedly when he cupped her face gently.

“Y/N, Nana-shishou is… She’s gone.”

It felt like her entire life came to a standstill. “Gone where? Toshi, that’s not a funny joke,” she observed his face looking for any signs that he might be kidding, only to realize he wasn’t.

“No! That can’t be true. Nee-san was strong there’s no way!” There were no tears or anything that might qualify as grief. Instead, she felt anger.

“Of course! She left me here all alone! All for what??! A country that doesn’t even know her name? She’ll be forgotten like the rest of the heroes! Nobody’s going to remember her and what about Kotaro? Did she even for a second think about what would happen to her son?” Her rage growing more incense by each sentence.

“Now listen here, girl! I don’t care if you are family, but I will not let you belittle her sacrifice!” The old man butted in.

“Who the hell are you? And why are you butting in my business?” She snapped at the Oji-san that barely came up to her hips.

The old man lifted his hand like he was about to hit her when Toshinori stepped in.

“Gran Torino, please Y/N’s shocked right now. There’s no need for that.” He grabbed her hand and took her away from the hospital.

They both stood outside as the cloudy weather and humid air swarmed to create a gloomy atmosphere. She sobbed in his embrace as he hugged her close.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Shishou was protecting me. If only I was stronger then I could have saved her.”

Y/N could have blamed him, but there was no point because taking it out on her boyfriend would not bring her older sister back. So, she only hugged him tighter as if she was trying to prevent him from leaving her too.

●●●●●

Although, she should have known in hindsight that people who were meant to leave always did regardless of what you wanted. A month after nee-san’s death, Toshinori stuck close. But as timed passed, he no longer could afford to as he had to up his training to fight the villain that caused her last remaining family’s death. He was drifting farther and farther away despite her clinging to him. She felt helpless.

So, imagine her surprise when she saw Toshinori waiting for her at the Children’s home as she returned from school.

“Toshi! You’re here! This is a surprise!” she squealed with happiness and kissed his cheek quickly.

She looked around to see no one in the garden behind the facility and so she pressed her lips against his in haste.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured only for him to relinquish her hold and step back. His action caused her to flinch and her heart to clench. Y/N had a terrible feeling, was someone else dead now too? Was it Kotaro? She only knew that her nephew was given up to adoption.

“Toshi? What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

Toshinori only stared at the ground for a few minutes, his bangs hiding his face.

“Y/N, you and I have been together for a year and a couple of months, now right?”

She hummed an affirmative and shuffled closer to him only for Toshi to step back further.

“When I first saw you, I didn’t think we would make it this far. It wasn’t my intention. But we’ve come to care for one another. And I can’t lie to you anymore. I once told you I love you. And you told me the same, even now you look at me with expectations and love. I just can’t do this anymore. It would be wrong of me to lead you on like this.”

The words weighed upon her like someone was compressing her chest. Y/N suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe, her heart racing out of control.

“What are you saying? This doesn’t make sense just a few months ago you were telling me you loved me. Toshi, why are you lying to me? And why won’t you look at me!”

He looked up from the ground to reveal his vulnerable eyes. The same eyes that would showcase how much he cared for her. Now they were filled with fear, only to harden with determination.

“I’m not lying. I did love you months ago. But now that Shishou is gone and I’m left with her legacy. I need space and I need to grow. I don’t need someone who will cling to me and expect me to solve all her problems! You’re suffocating me and I can’t breathe around you. When you needed me months ago, I felt like I could make everything better for you. But now I know the truth that even heroes can’t save everyone-“

She interrupted his tirade with a choked sob and his face twisted with agony.

“Get out,” she whispered.

Just like all those months ago when Nana-neesan left her behind at this lonely place, Y/N hardened her heart once again.

“I said GET OUT! I don’t want to see your face again!” She screamed.

“Y/N, I—” He reached out to her.

“Don’t! I never asked for your help. I never asked for you to come save me. I was fine by myself then and I’m going to be fine now. So, I’m giving you your freedom. Get out, Yagi Toshinori.”

She waited a few minutes for him to leave, only he wasn’t. He kept staring at her with torment.

“Fine, I’ll do you one last favor because in the past we loved and respected each other.” With that, she left him in that back garden only to keep walking until that facility was out of sight.

●●●●●

Y/N realized years later that the people who leave and those who you leave behind don’t really disappear from your life. The experiences and memories she retained left their marks on her like a blueprint. So, she instead decides to fill those spaces with new passions and loves. Y/N graduated from college and eventually went on to become a teacher. She figured that either she could despair about the circumstances she was dumped with or she could turn it into an opportunity. 

While remaining under the custody of the prefecture she was able to get financial help to further her education and make something out of her life. All the while searching for her last kin, Kotaro. There were a few paper trails as to who exactly adopted her nephew, but they lead nowhere; she kept an eye out for any information regarding him.

As she moved on and created a life for herself, he eventually came back to Japan. Bursting into the scene as a top hero, it was hard to see him at first. But even that ache disappeared as his face cropped up on every single piece of merchandise possible. She even reluctantly bought an All Might ramen only because that was her favorite flavor and it happened to be endorsed by him.

But she never did expect to meet him face to face years later.

●●●●●

A villain cackled as the hostages and Y/N waited anxiously for a hero to rescue them. She was just minding her business, trying to deposit her usual check when this unfortunate incident happened. However, she didn’t realize that the more frightening individual was the man coming to rescue them. Not the low tier criminal. All too soon she heard his joy-filled laugh, it uplifted the spirits of those surrounding him and flooded her up with more regret.

‘I should have just stayed home. This could have waited till tomorrow.’ She couldn’t help but think.

When everyone else was rescued, she kept her head down trying to escape before he noticed her. There were like 50 other hostages hopefully they won’t notice. But luck was not on her side as an EMT called her over and began checking for signs of distress. Y/N only scowled with annoyance at the pestering man who seemed to realize she wasn’t too happy and was all too eager to let her go.

Unfortunately for her, she also got stopped by an officer who wanted to take a statement. Regrettably, Y/N couldn’t intimidate the officer into letting her go and with reluctance, she started answering her questions.

“Name, age, and occupation. And what you were doing at the bank?” The officer drawled.

“My name is L/N Y/N and I’m 26 years old. I’m an elementary school teacher and I was going to deposit my recent check when this event happened.”

The officer continued with her bored composure writing down the answers before letting Y/N go with a bow.

She sighed with relief and was about to step away when at the same time she saw All Might turn around after talking to a detective. The two looked across each other through the mayhem and made eye contact. Even from far away, she could see the way his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in surprise. Her face paled and she quickly took off in any direction trying to avoid the man she hadn’t thought about in years.

Y/N ran for blocks, hightailing it in her heels. The awful shoes pinched and dug into her feet. But when she stopped to see no one pursuing she relaxed and thought that the pain was worth avoiding the awkward past.

Only for All Might to come flying through the city and landing unceremoniously in front of her.

‘This just isn’t my day is it?’ her thoughts spiraled as she longingly eyed the street behind the robust hero.

“Y/N! I’m so glad to see you! I’ve been looking for you, but you disappeared after graduating college,” he began.

“Well, that’s what happens when you don’t want people to find you. Toshinori, why were you looking for me? We aren’t friends and we didn’t end on a good note. There’s no need for happy reunions now are there? Excuse me,” she replied trying to bypass the hero.

He grabbed her hand to prevent her from leaving.

“Wait! That’s what I want to talk about. When I left, I said some horrible things to you and despite everything, I still care about you. I never should have said any of it to you especially knowing what you were going through.”

Y/N paused and listened to his words; she licked her dry lips nervously and wondered if his words held any merit now.

“Back then you lied, didn’t you? You were leaving for America and so you decided to pick up on my nee-san’s bad habit of lying and misleading people to protect them.”

She turned around to face him, the man that broke her heart all those years ago.

“H-how did you know?”

Y/N let out a weak chuckle. “I tracked him down. When we broke up and I eventually lost my pride. I came to find you and convince you to give us another chance. But the Oji-san told me you already left for America. And that’s when I knew you were lying. I suppose you learned from the best. She never told me the truth, you know? I never knew about the burden of One for All and I never knew about All for One. All this time I was kept in the dark and I had all these questions running through my mind. I’m not sure if the answers would have made me happier but I would have eventually understood. And she even took that away from me.”

Y/N finally took a close look at Toshi and noticed all the hard edges to his face. He was more mature, and his body was rippled with muscles. But his eyes were still the same. Those ocean eyes she loved so much.

He looked at her sadly and bowed deeply. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Please forgive me. I just wanted to keep you safe. I lost Shishou and I couldn’t lose you too.”

She felt embarrassed at the reverence Japan’s biggest hero was showing her, a nobody.

“Please, there’s no need for that. I’m not mad anymore. I’m happy for you, Toshi. And I’m happy for your success.”

He straightened up and gave her a wobbly smile that didn’t suit All Might. Y/N decided this emotional reunion was getting too much for her, she stepped around him once more. He once again grabbed her hand to prevent Y/N from leaving.

“Where are you going? We just met after so long.”

Y/N only smiled sadly at him.

“I’m tired of people lying to me and I’m tired of waiting for people to come back.”

He only looked confused and tried desperately to reassure her.

“I’m right here in front of you and I’ve come back.”

She placed her hand on top of his and slowly unraveled his fingers and his tight grip.

“You didn’t come back for me. Go become the symbol of peace like she wanted. I’ll be watching and cheering you on. Safe and sound from afar like you wanted, but just not with you.”

Toshinori was speechless for the first time since he appeared in front of her. His eyes’ shine now seemed a bit duller and suspiciously wet.

Y/N repeated his earlier gesture and bowed deeply to him with respect.

“Thank you so much and goodbye, All Might.”

He didn’t try to stop her that time and let her leave. As Y/N walked down that empty street and looked above to see the crescent moon shining brightly, she couldn’t help but think to herself that she was all grown up now and no longer needed Toshi or nee-san to feel whole.

[fina13m]

Hello, I'm been trying to write fanfics and wanted to see if Nyone would like to check out my writing.

This is a taste of what I write like. If you don't mind let me know how you feel or think.

Taehyung - Empire Pt. 1

More parts on Wattpad.com/user/PhineMcc. Under Bts short stories

Contains- female Y/n, short girl vibes, violent actions, dirty language.

I own nothing but the storyline.

Y/n watched as the light pink dress was being pulled onto her body, she was being prepared for her party, today was her 21 birthday. looking through the mirror she saw her four guards standing outside her door while her mother's maids dolled her up. she looked back at herself standing on a rather tall step stool.

"Ms. Y/n, are you okay?" she looked over at the dark skin maid and smiled. 'I think so.' the maid frowned as Y/n stepped into her shoes and moved off the stool. she looked back at the maid and looked away. 'Even with heels, I'm still smaller than everyone.' "What do you mean Ms."

Y/n watched as the maid looked into the mirror to realize that the others, including her was taller than Y/n. 'How many 21 year olds, do you know that is dressed in a fluffy pink dress, and  exported by four bodyguards.' Y/n turned around and walked over to the door. 'their probably waiting for me. we should get going now.'

the maids help pull her coat over her as the men centered her between them. walking down the hall, she looked up at the men, realizing they really do tower over her. anytime the male servers got too close, the men would push them out of the way. getting close the the stairs she could hear music and people talking.

two maids were standing the step and help her down them before her mother came running over. "Oh look my baby girl is here." Y/n smiled and followed her mother as she ranted on and on. after awhile of sitting and listening to people talk about her or where the furfure of the family was going, Y/n notice her questionable uncle walking over to them.

"Hello sister!" Y/n watched as her mother jumped in joy as she hugged the pale skin, rough face man. "come little one, come!" the man looked at her and motion for her to come over to him. she stood up and moved over to them. "Oh My! sister what are you feeding this child. She is far too small for her age." Y/n forced a smile as her mother hit his arm. "she is just built differently." the man made a face as he looked Y/n over. "she is small like her father. Fear not sister! for I have an amazing gift for the child. You all will love it! it will bring good luck to us again!"

looking at him, she felt uneasy at his words and watched as her mother and others jumped in joy. "Let us eat!" following her mother up some steps, Y/n sat and eat little of her food, not able to shake off the dooming feeling that is her uncle. trying to distract herself, she notice a older couple, the man lead the woman to the floor and they dance. Y/n smiled as the couple stared into each others eyes, she felt herself relax as the beautiful scene played out.

"May I have everyone's attraction!" Y/n felt her blood turn cold. the moment she has been dreading has finally come. her mother looked at her and motion for her to come. letting out a sigh, she got up and step down with the guards to the floor. looking back at the older couple, they were now staring at her as she reach her mother. "the time has finally come! as you all know, Y/n is 21 and will soon need to bare a child for our family, but before she can do that, we need a man to step up! so who is it going to be?"

taking a deep breath, Y/n looked up to see no one was moving. letting the air out of chest, she forced a smile and looked at her mother. 'Mo....' "come sister! no one wants a child!" Y/n snapped around and glared at the filthy man. her uncle walked up, making her having to up at him. "But fear not little one. I have an amazing present for you. as you all know I've been around the lands. I've fought many battles."

Y/n looked away and rolled her eyes, moving over to her mother, she reached for a hand. 'Mo...' she stopped when she heard someone yell out. turning back around she find two man dragging in a other skinnier man. "Child, I bring you the perfect husband." Y/n felt the air leave her body has the bag was pulled off his head. he was beautiful, his dark brown hair covered his eyes, and his white shirt was open enough to his wide tan chest, but the bruises on his face and arms brought her back to reality. looking away from the man, she could hear people whispering and she turn to her mom.

"Brother, what a lovely gift! he's strong and so handsome, he is perfect for her!" watching her mother praise the insane man, Y/n began shaking her head and moving away from them. '..no...no...this isn't want dad would want.' she looked around at everyone and kept moving back. 'dad wouldn't want this. I..don't want this.' hearing chains behind her, she slowly turn to see the man on his feet. turning around, she screamed and fell back as her two guards grab him. staring into his dark brown eyes, she felt maids pulling on her to stand up.

"Oh-Hahaha i'm sorry little one. we still need to break him in. he has al...." 'No!' Y/n pushed the maids away from her and moved over to her uncle. "Baby.." 'No!' Y/n turn to her mother. 'My father...' "Your father is dead." Y/n turn back to the filthy man and took a sharp breath. 'My father was a good man.' she heard him laugh and felt her mother hands on her arm. "A good man?? he got himself killed! he was.." Y/n grab her shoe and throw it at him. "Y/n!" 'No!' she pushed her mother's hand away and pushed the maids away again. 'This party is over.' "Honey.." 'over!' Y/n took her other shoe off and turn back to her guards. 'We're done here. get off of him and take me back to my room.'

the guards looked at her mother and Y/n let a laugh out. 'Fine!' she pushed passed the other guards and maids and walk back up the steps. "Y/n! ....Y/n i am your mother." stopping, she ripped the front of the dress and throw the fabric behind her and walked to the stairs heading back to the hall towards her room. reaching the top she was met with the maid from this morning. "Would you like for me to start your bath water?" Y/n sighed and nod. the maid lead her back to her room and pulled out some of her clothes and got her bath ready.

laying in the soapy lavender bath, Y/n relaxed and breath in deeply, trying to calm herself. she relax and thought about the old couple dancing. smiling, she thought about how the older man held the woman's hand so gently and how just being together was the only thing on their mind. she jumped when she heard a knock at her bathroom door. "Honey? ....baby girl, i know your in there..." Y/n sunk more into the water. "....I am sorry for what your uncle said, and your right. your father wouldn't forced you or anyone to do something they don't want to." Y/n sat up and looked at the door. silence fell between them as Y/n let the words settle in.

Y/n saw the shadow move a little. 'I love you mama.' she lay her head on the side of the tub.  "I love you too baby girl. honey, i'm going to have the maids bring your gifts in and leave them by the window. night, baby girl." Y/n smiled and nod. 'Night mama.' smiling she stretched and held her breath while sliding into the water. while holding her breath and her eyes closed, Y/n relaxed and came back up. sitting up, she began getting out and wrapped a towel around herself. 'Maids? maids do you have my clothing?' she moved over to the door and pulled it open.

looking into her room she find the dark skin maid standing in the far corner, walking into the room, she stopped when she heard chains. looking over to the balcony door she find the dark skin man sitting on the floor of her room, chain to her makeup mirror. looking back to the maid, she weakly smiled. 'Hey, just climb over the bed.' "But..." 'It's okay. just climb over the bed.' the maid nodded and did as she was told. taking the clothes from her, she blocked the maid's stare from the man. 'who brought him in here?' "the... the two men from your uncle."

Y/n nod and turn back around. 'Thank you, you are dismiss.' "But madam." Y/n smiled at her and the girl nod. Y/n walked back into the bathroom and put the long grey dress on with her white underwear. walking back to the door, she snuck her head out to find the guy looking out the balcony window. walking out, she watched as the guy turn his head to stare at her.

she looked away from him and sit down on her bed. 'so..okay.' Y/n stood back up and looked at him. 'I...I'm not going to forced you to marry me, I don't believe in that type of stuff and...i want to fix this.... but..but I don't know how.' Y/n sat back down while biting at her lip. "You could start by letting me kill that bastard." Y/n jumped at his deep voice, and made eye contact before he looked back out the window. '..yeah, i could but that would mean innocent people could get involved.' the man chuckled and looked back at her. she watched as he shook his head and lay it against the wall. "Well I am happy that I don't have to show such a intimate moment with that pig watching..... Do you think you unlock my feet long enough for me to go to the bathroom?"

Y/n frowned her eyebrows and stared at the man. 'Watching? .....also I don't know anything about locking those chains.' he brought his head back down and looked at her. "you don't know how to unlock chains? how does a maniac's niece not know about chains or their auditions." 'I am not like him, and what do you mean by watch?' Y/n got back up, and watched as the guy chuckled. "how old are you? like 15?" 'Shut up.' He laughed and looked at her. "...oh what are you going to throw a shoe at me too? can you even make a fist? how do you not know that its audition for your people to watch the new couple to have sex for the first time?"

Y/n shook her head. 'No, my father would never...' "Your father probably didn't have a choice. anyways where is your father?...oh? let me guess if he had your same ideas. he probably was kil..." Y/n felt a sharp pain in her hand from slapping him. pulling her hand into her chest, she made eye content with him, as he stared up at her. he looked away and moved his jaw. "I deserved that. I crossed a line." Y/n stood up straight, feeling a tear run down her face. she moved out the balcony door, missing the hair pen that fell into his lap.