#aroace y/n

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Coming Out

Summary: Your work with Melina allows you to meet her daughter, Yelena, and as the two of you share a room whenever she visits, you find yourself growing close enough to make a confession.

Word Count: 2162

Pairing: aroace!Yelena Belova & aroace!Reader

Request: For Yelena can I request an imagine where the reader and her are sibling figures to each other. And the reader comes out as aroace to her and admits that they see her a sister figure?

Warnings: A little bit of worry about loneliness from Yelena, but that's it.

A/N: It took me a while to write this one, but I always love writing for Yelena :) the way I could write the coming out part easily because I've daydreamed about what I'd say, but didn't know how to write the reaction was a funny realisation for me though.

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For the past three months, you had been working on replicating an antidote to the Red Room’s mind control, under the supervision of one Melina Vostokoff. She had been a unique employer, providing you with a room, home-cooked meals, her company, and of course some very generous pay.

It's why – instead of the usual joy at a successful test run – you were filled with a bittersweet feeling, already imagining your departure from Melina's cabin and the subsequent job search you'd have to endure.

But then Melina asked you to stay on, just a couple of weeks, to pass on the serum to Yelena and see the project through to the very end. You accepted without hesitation, not least out of curiosity to finally meet the one of the daughters that you had heard so much about.

“You will be sharing a room,” Melina informed you only hours before her daughter’s arrival, “it is technically her room.”

You had no time to comment further, with the scientist sweeping past you in a hurry to prepare the space, but you managed a nod of acknowledgement. You’d put two and two together anyway; your room was the one with two beds.

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With cameras and tripwires monitoring every motion in a two-mile radius, nothing could ever truly surprise Melina, but the jet touching down in the Russian wilderness outside her house couldn't surprise anyone. Yet, as the cameras tracked the blonde assassin on her path, the house fell into a lull of silence – only broken by a key in the door and a “мама, I’m home!”; the sound of which caused Melina to rush to the door with an Oscar-worthy performance of surprise.

“Yelena, welcome, welcome, we have the serum for you but come in, sit down. This is Y/N.”

You waved from the corner.

Yelena smiled at you even as she was ushered away. There was an understanding in her eyes that conveyed both of your apologies – her apologising for her mother, and you for your interruption to their family reunion.

By night, things became even more awkward when, after an evening of eating and drinking and catching up and more drinking, the Red Room trainees finally decided to call it a night. Melina returned to her bedroom while Yelena slunk into yours, where she moved with abnormal quietness until you announced that you were still awake.

“That makes this easier,” she said.

“It does,” you replied.

“We have not spoken properly yet, without Melina interrupting. I am sorry for how… pushy she is.”

“That’s not for you to apologise for, Yelena. Besides, I could see it in your expressions that you’re just as used to it as I am; it’s just how she is.”

Yelena was in bed by then, the two of you turned on your sides to face one another.

“You are staying here now? Then you have it worse. I do not mean to intrude on your space here.”

“If anyone’s intruding, it’s me,” you almost laughed, “Melina told me this was your bedroom first.”

“It is a spare room. No more yours than mine. My room is in Ohio, in a house Natasha bought.”

“Then I suppose neither of us is intruding. Goodnight, Yelena.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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After such a short conversation, you still knew very little about Yelena. And if you wanted to find out any more, it was already too late: the Widow was gone by morning.

You learnt later on that the behaviour was normal for girls trained in the Red Room. Melina and Yelena had spoken about preparations the night before, leaving the younger assassin free to disappear the moment she'd had adequate rest.

Despite sharing only one conversation with her, a deep sense of disappointment dwelled in your heart when you woke to find her empty bed. Maybe it had been too long with only Melina as company, but you felt some kinship with Yelena, and you wished you could have at least said goodbye.

What you didn't know then would change all that, with the plans the future held for the two of you. Or, to be more accurate, the plans Melina held. Your non-verbal communications with Yelena while Melina talked had not gone unnoticed by the older Widow. So not only had she grown fond of your presence, but she knew her daughter had as well, and what better reason to ask you to stay than for that?

The woman presented you with a list of her rationales: the need for large batches of serum, the side projects the scientist needed help on, and, of course, your proven skill as a chemist. But to both you and Melina, no reason was more important than the bond you'd built with her daughter, because (as she told you later on) ‘everyone knows that girl needs socialising’, and she'd determined you were perfect for the job.

You didn't need to think twice, accepting her proposition in a heartbeat. 

As the years passed, your working relationship with Melina only strengthened, expanding into your daily lives too when she began treating you as another member of the family, like the child who stayed home. You couldn't complain, but the highlights were always Yelena’s visits, sporadic as they may be, and the energy that came with it. For Yelena, nights spent in the farmhouse talking about menial subjects, or the work you did in the lab, afforded her a sense of calm she missed while on her missions. While for you, tales of her escapades kept your mind racing, and Yelena became the friend you'd always wanted to have: close enough to be siblings, but without the bickering that came with it.

It was on one such visit that Yelena brought up the topic that would change both of your lives forever. One you had thought about, but didn't have the words to express.

"You know what I like about you, Y/N?" was what Yelena said suddenly, her voice breaking through the hush of the nighttime quiet.

"What?" came your sleep-laced reply.

"You never ask me about my dating life," she softly whispered, "my mother does. All the time. The first thing after I'm through the door: 'Oh does my daughter have anyone special yet?'. But you never do."

"Melina asks enough for the both of us. It's never been a priority of mine, so why pry?"

"You don't want to know?"

"If you have a partner that you want to tell me about, then of course I'll listen. But we've known each other for years now 'Lena -- practically family -- so I know that if you want to tell me then you'll tell me."

In every pause, the silence started to engulf the space, stealing every word before it could even be breathed, but Yelena was determined.

"Have you ever..." another pause, "I don't know if there will ever be something to tell you. If I will ever get a partner. If I had one I would tell you! I really would! But I don't- I don't know if-"

"I get it, Yelena, probably more than you know.”

This would be the perfect opportunity to tell her, you thought, but you swallowed that idea down once again. It's too sudden. You're taking away from her conversation. There's nowhere to go if she reacts poorly. A swirl of nerves paralysed your actions until you heard Yelena shuffle over in bed, turning away from you.

It was too late, the moment had passed, and your confession would have to wait for another day.

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That day came many months later, on Yelena's next visit to the farm you called home. She decided to stay an extra night, giving the two of you a day together without responsibilities -- of course, you were supposed to work, but Melina excused you with a wave of her hand, telling you to go entertain yourself with Yelena'a company.

You'd prepared yourself this time, and despite the rushing fears in your head telling you 'just a little bit longer', you forged on and began the conversation with Yelena while she sat beside you on the couch.

"You remember last time?" you asked nervously, "when we talked about dating, or lack of it?"

"Oh, don't tell me, you have got a partner!" With the way Yelena's eyes lit up, you almost hesitated to say the rest. But you also saw beyond it, in the depths of her eyes that you'd come to read so well, you saw fear; it was a feeling you'd experienced many a time before, the fear and worry of losing a friend to the world of romance -- it was because of this that you knew you had to go on.

"No. Almost... the opposite actually."

Relief flooded her eyes, though she masked it with a sorrow you knew she'd been trained to show.

"I am not attracted to men. Or to women. Or to anyone else." That familiar recognition flickered in the assassin. "There's a term for it: aromantic and asexual -- aroace. I don't know if I will date; I would like to put the effort in for someone and have them care for me back, but no matter how things go, I will never be dating in the way people expect of me, because I am aroace."

You sighed, the confession finally reaching the ears of the one you wanted to tell it to, but you still awaited the reaction. Nervous eyes rose from the hands in your lap to meet the eyes of your closest confidant, searching every millimetre of her face for a clue. Gone was the hint of recognition, only to be replaced by a look you had rarely seen in Yelena: pride.

Still with words unspoken, she sprung forward, wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you close, before she finally began to whisper words of encouragement. She told you of her pride in your bravery, her acknowledgement of your fears, reassurance of her acceptance, and, most importantly to you, her recognition of the experience you'd described.

Any questioning about that recognition was promptly (and not so subtly) redirected back to your coming out. You accepted the tangents and questions and dropped the subject for the time being. Yelena would tell you when she needed to, but she wasn't ready yet. So, just like your own attempt, Yelena's confession would have to wait.

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For Yelena, that wait took slightly longer – not much time to question your sexuality when you're fighting for your life, you imagined. But the day still came, several visits later.

It mimicked that first night you two spent together, with you already in bed and Yelena shuffling around the room when she began to speak.

“I've been thinking…”

You hummed to let her know you were listening.

“Natasha asked me if I was a lesbian the other day, but I'm not. I'm not…anything. I don't feel anything. What you said about not being attracted to anyone, is the closest I've felt to explaining it, but it's not quite the same – I really wouldn't want to date anyone, ever, and I'm okay with that. I looked it up. So I think I might be aroace too.”

Yelena sat on the edge of her bed, facing you but with her head down and her hands fidgeting in her lap. You moved into action immediately; you rolled out of bed, took a seat beside her, and draped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close.

“I'm proud of you,” you told her, “and all your choices. Thank you for trusting me.”

Yelena smiled, though it fell as her eyes drifted to yours. “Does it ever get lonely?”

“It can do. Other people's opinions can make it worse. But you'll always have me, just as I always had you; we'll get through life in our own way.”

“I've known for a while,” she confessed again.

“I know.”

“I've known I didn't want to date but…that is what the Red Room encouraged – that love is for children. But everyone else falls in love, even Natasha, and I worry I am still not free of their conditioning.”

Yelena looked up at you then, her eyes full of worry and betraying the insecurity she still felt. You know then that she'd told you just as she was coming to terms with it herself, and felt your heart swell again at her trust in you. And yet, you couldn't be sure of quite what to say; you may be a scientist, but this was beyond your area of expertise.

“I think you're free to trust your gut,” you finally said, “even if it complies with what they taught you.”

There was silence as both you and Yelena settled back into your own beds, and then you continued. “Labels can change if you do. But you know what's best for you now.”

“I do,” Yelena whispered shyly. “Thank you, Y/N, and goodnight.”

“Goodnight Yelena; sleep well.”

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[pollensweetchimera]

Y/N: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Peter recently.

Deadpool: No, Y/N, it's not what it looks like, I swear.

Y/N: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?

Deadpool: No! You’re the only one for me.

Y/N: Is that so?

Deadpool: I promise! Peter and I are just dating, okay? He's my boyfriend.

Y/N: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?

Deadpool: You are still my one and only best friend! he's just the love of my life, nothing more!

Y/N: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?

Deadpool: Of course bro!

Y/N: Bro...

Peter: What the-

[ordinarily-unordinary]

Garlic Bread for my fellow Acespecs

Here you go!! I love y'all sm <33

Repost if your account is a safe space for acespec ppl

[kairisea]

🌊𓈒𓏸Something New𓏸𓈒🌊

SUMMARY: You and Kinich are officially a couple, and despite the awkwardness of the whole thing (since you're both new at relationships), you wanted to get him something to show your appreciation.

NOTES: gn!reader x aroace Kinich, demiromantic/asexual, though neither is actually mentioned. Reader is implied to be a Natlan native. It's assumed you've done the AQ and his SQ, but should be fine to read without doing either

WARNINGS: None, really, just fluff

COMMENTS: I finished Kinich's quest, and fell deeper in love with him than I already was. So I wanted to write a fic in celebration of his release and quest! Though I must say, this is not the fic I intended to write. My brain wanted something else I guess.

Ever since you and Kinich started dating, things between you seemed awkward. It's not like you knew how to be romantic. And clearly, he was the same. You'd still hang out, and talk, and go places, but when it came to anything romantic, you both were hopelessly lost. Not for a lack of trying.

Ajaw would laugh at your every attempt at something romantic, as you failed spectacularly. Though if something got too corny or actually romantic, Ajaw would always become frustrated and leave. It was clear he just wanted to watch you struggle. He hated the lovey-dovey stuff.

You decided to ask your friends and research the subject, in hopes to become better. Your research led to a lot of fiction, which didn't seem like a good source of information to you. Your friends were able to give you some pointers, but they were mostly about flirting, which you thought was less than useful considering you were together already. Still, they at least had some useful tips.

So here you are, at a traveling merchant, looking through their stock. You're looking for something specific, and if anyone in Natlan would have it, it'd be a traveling merchant, since it doesn't grow here. The merchant seems to get a bit irritated, but then you lay your eyes on your prize. A Rainbow Rose. Native to Fontaine, your friends told you it was a symbol of love. Perfect to give to Kinich.

"I'll take one Rainbow Rose, please!" you asked the man.

"That'll be 7 thousand mora." he replied bluntly. 7 thousand?!?! you thought. That seems absurd! For one flower!? But it's not like I have any other options... You'd come all this way, determined to by a Rainbow Rose for him, and it's not like you didn't have the budget... you'd just have to cut out some other things off the list of things to buy.

You sighed. "Alright, I'll take it." Maybe you'd have been better going to Fontaine yourself, though going there probably wouldn't be an option even if you wanted to. You knew you could've tried haggling, but it was never your strong suit, plus this guy seemed pretty big, and you didn't want to anger him or anything. So you just handed over the mora.

"Pleasure doing business!" He seemed really proud of himself as he handed you the single rose. You debated asking for more, but you had only asked for one, and you were certain that's what he'd say back. Still, you had your gift. It was time to head to his house and give it to him. Let's just hope this didn't go horribly wrong...

You made your way to Kinich's home, building up the courage to knock. You wondered if he was even home. There was no way to tell without knocking, so that's what you did. You held the rose behind you, it had to be a surprise after all. You anxiously for an answer, thinking you had been right and he wasn't home. You knocked again just in case.

"Kiniiich! Are you deaf!? Someone's at the door! As a servant to the great K'uhul Ajaw, you oughta be quick to answer it!!!" You could hear Ajaw yell through the door. It was quite clear he wouldn't be the one to answer the door, but that was already assumed. At least you knew Kinich was home now.

"Calm down, Ajaw. If you're really that impatient you could've answered it yourself." You heard Kinich approach the door. Suddenly you were very aware of what you were about to do. Your nerves seemed like the could burst out of you at any moment. Your heart was running a marathon. As your thoughts were running, Kinich opened the door. "Oh, it's you. What brings you here?"

He seemed so calm. He never was really the type to be mushy gushy, and you appreciated that about him. Though it certainly didn't help your nerves. "Well, considering we're... well, partners. I wanted to get you something. To... show my appreciation! And... well... my love for you..." You trailed off in embarrassment, avoiding his gaze.

"Ahh, it's that human again! Well, do you have some entertainment for us? Another way to spectacularly fail?" Ajaw laughed. You and Kinich did not. "Or maybe you have a gift to offer to the Almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul Ajaw! Something to prove your worth?"

"They said it was a gift for me, not you. And don't make fun of us." He glared at Ajaw, and the saurian shut up with a 'hmph'. He mumbled something about disrespect, but you couldn't quite make it out. "Well? What do you have for me?"

You hoped Ajaw wouldn't make fun of you, and hoped Kinich would like it. "Well..." You pulled the rainbow rose out from behind your back, presenting it to him. "It's called a rainbow rose, from Fontaine. It... I heard it was a symbol of love... so I wanted to give you one." You looked at him from the corner or your eyes for his reaction.

"Hmph! I'm glad it's not an offering to us! A symbol of love? Tch. Perfect for you couple of lovebirds." Ajaw remarked

"We're hardly lovebirds, Ajaw. We're not that experienced. Besides, if you hate it so much, why don't you leave?" He queried Ajaw. "This is a lovely gift." He takes the flower from your hands. He didn't smile often, but you could see a small one on his face just then.

Ajaw hmphed away. "You like it?" you asked him, and he quickly nodded in response. "I'm glad." Suddenly, the 7 thousand mora felt entirely worth it. Though knowing Kinich, the next thing he was going to say would be-

"How much did it cost?" You sighed at his predictability.

"I'm not telling you this time. You don't have to pay me back, really." Knowing him, he still wouldn't accept that.

"If you won't tell me, I guess I'll have to find some other way to reimburse you." You knew he'd say something like that. You were also glad he didn't press on the price. Who knows what he'd say if you told him? "Why don't you come inside? I can get this flower in some water and we can... chill together."

"That sounds great." You tried not to seem too excited at the idea, but you couldn't hide your smile as you entered the house at his signal. You sat down on the couch as you watched Kinich pull out a vase, fill it with water, and put the rose in it. Afterwards, he came and sat down next to you on the couch. Once again, things were awkward. At least you got one good moment. Maybe this could be a good moment to loosen up?

"You two really are hopeless. Maybe I need to give you some pointers, because clearly you suck at this!" Ajaw seemed both annoyed, but also prideful, as if he really could teach you something about romance. Could he..?

I might end up making a part two to this, where Ajaw teaches you something, or you naturally learn it, and get more comfortable with Kinich. Idk, if you want to see a part two, let me know!

I also want to make a modern AU fic where you move in with Kinich, so let me know if you want to see that, too.

Also for the rainbow rose part, I want you to know I asked a friend for a number between 1 and 60 (hi friend) and they gave me 7 or 42. With 1 mora being 1 cent, I didn't want the poor reader to actually end up needing to spend $420 on a single rose XD If you're wondering why between 1 and 60, it's because 1,000 mora is the usual price for local specialties. But of course, there's someone in Ritou selling dandelion seeds for 60,000 mora, so that set my range for someone selling outside of a nation. Anyway just fun research stuff I spent too much time doing for little to no impact :) (Also yes that means the rainbow rose was $70 USD, pretty pricey if I do say so myself😬)

If you enjoyed this, feel free to learn more about me and what I do here! You can also see if my requests are open there if you want something yourself!

[cyborg-franky]

Saw that your requests were open and thought I’d stop by!

Could I get headcanons for Zoro, Sanji, and Ace (maybe Law and Luffy if there’s space) with an S/O who’s aroace? Not necessarily sex adverse, just not that into it.

Thanks in advance!!!

Honestly, I was finding it hard to write Sanji like this because.. Sanji so I replaced him with Law as it fit into my current post skip Law headcanon! I really hope that is okay and that you enjoy this.

I am not aro but I am Ace so I understand from that pov. I hope I did this well for you <3<3

Ace, Zoro, Law x GN Reader SFW Sexual themes but not sexual if that makes sense!

Zoro

He doesn’t understand what the label is at first until you explain.

He pauses mid-drink and looks off into the distance as he processes things before he shrugs his shoulders.

“That’s fine. Why would it bother me?” he asked as you sat next to him on the deck. He’s lifting a weight in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.

“Just means we might not ever have sex or I might not express romantic feelings?” You play with the hem of your shirt now. This was always a complicated conversation to have, worse when it was with someone you were in a relationship with.

Zoro looked at you from the corner of his eye and hummed in thought, only pausing briefly to consider his answer. Sometimes, he put thought behind his words.

“Doesn’t matter. Sex just gets in the way of training right? It’s okay, but it’s not the most important thing,” in fact it was pretty low on his list and even if he was inclined to want sex he wasn’t the type that would put it above his partner's feelings.

“I don’t express my feelings either,” he added as he took a swig of his beer, polished it off, and set it down, his hand now on your thigh, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“Actions are louder than words,” he simply replied and offered you a nod, a smile on his face. Happy when you seemed like a weight had been lifted from you.

Ace

You and Ace are lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the breeze drifting through the open window. You sigh as you work up the courage to explain.

“I’m ace,” you finally announce, and he laughs. “No, I’m Ace. Did you bump your head too hard today? Do you need me to get Marco?” He teases and pokes your side before you huff at him.

“I don’t mean that. I mean like, aroace,” 

Ace furrows his brows as he considers this, thinking about where he had heard that before and it clicked. “Ah, Deuce is aroace too.” he said with a nod and reached to hold your hand.

“I get it, and it’s totally okay. I’m not going anywhere if that's what you're worried about.” 

“But, don’t you have like urges?” you mumbled. This was a big reason why you’d hesitated to tell Ace the truth for so long, you just made excuses for not feeling up for it and he just accepted it. He was in his 20s and you knew he had all sorts of thoughts of a sexual nature.

“Babe, I always have urges but it's not like you aren’t letting me deal with those at all right? Your more important to me than sex.” he squeezed your hand, smiling at you. You wriggled a little closer and nodded, a smile of your own. 

Law

“Law, I have something to tell you,” you said when you entered his office. His eyes widened ever so slightly and his jaw set firm as he waited for you to carry on. The grip on his pen tightened as he prepared himself for whatever bad news you were about to drop on him.

“I’m aroace,” you explained and he exhaled and slumped in his chair, the tenseness in his shoulders from moments before just gone.

“Me too,” he replied and looked back down at his work. His pen returned to its scribbling motions as he made notes.

“Really?” you asked and walked over to him, standing in front of his desk. He nodded with a simple hum in response. “So I get it. I had a feeling you were like me, so I never pushed anything, just waiting for you to indicate anything of that nature.” Law explained, and you sighed, one of relief as you nodded. 

That had been easier than you’d thought. You walked over to his side and gently kissed him on the forehead before grabbing a book.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[bisayawa]

hand. cramp.

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ pairing: bruce wayne (pattinson) × afab!fem!eader

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ warnings: smut. fluff. female masturbation.

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ a/n: smut drabble; sometimes sex can be awkward. she/her pronouns used. w. count: 592. not proofread. mdni banner by @/cafekitsune. art by bernini.

"give me a show, honey. please?"

that's what bruce had asked you thirty minutes ago, bright blue eyes twinkling, brows downturned in askance. he said those words into the hollow of your throat, nipping & pecking & kneading your thighs all the while.

he whispered & begged & pleaded, pressing kisses as you made your way to the bed, eager to watch how you do it, how you touch yourself with your own hands.

his eyes were wide at attention, ears piquing at the soft sounds breathing out from your lips. he watches, hungry, aching, pawing at the bedspread & biting his lip at the shine of your slick. from the tips of your fingers down to the knuckle, disappearing into the wet heat of you. you cant your hips, back & forth, blinking your eyes closed at the crest of each pass.

"faster," he said, staring. "could you do it faster for me, honey? please?"

he brings a kiss to your cheek, then another, and two more, grasping across your torso to hold you close, biting at your skin as if to coax you.

you obliged, of course, sweet words flowing into you like molasses. pure sugar lit afire in your chest as you feel the start of the tingle at the base of your spine, feel the warmth in your blood from your chest start to crawl down to the tips of your toes. your eyes go cross before you pinch them closed.

he's right beside you, biting & groping & sucking bruises into your neck as you pace faster...

― breaths heaving & flush brightening from your forehead down to your chest ―

and faster...

― small noises & airy sighs curling out from parted lips ―

and... stop.

you're stock still, panting as your legs are tense. your hand is unmoving, taut like a bowstring at rest. the climbing heat ebbs away. your toes twitch & jerk.

"honey?" he says, kissing your cheek. "you okay? what's wrong?"

he rubs your side soothingly, waiting.

your eyes open & you give a sleepy smile, huffing a laugh as you stare up into his eyes. your hand retreats. more breaths run out from your mouth.

"hand cramp, bruce..." you clear your throat. "sorry."

he softens at the sighed out apology, couldn't be more endeared. he moves to sit up beside you, kneeling almost.

"don't be." he reaches for your wrist & massages at your knuckles, kissing the back of your hand.

"bruce... ah-"

he takes your fingers to mouth, a haphazard clean up. drool from his tongue winds down in rivulets, from fingertip to palm. he eyes you as if to challenge. all he sees is your mouth parting in a small whimper.

he sets it down when it's clean of you, humming as the digits leaves his mouth. he savors it, of course, drawing it out slowly from where they're flush to his mouth. first your knuckles, then the middle, then out comes your fingertips, shining with his spit. he licks his lips, leaning down to give you a kiss sweeter & softer than spun sugar.

"my little love," he murmurs against your mouth. "got a cramp, did she? tsk, tsk..."

he breaks from the kiss then, grinning down as he kneels, moves over & sets a hand on your inner thigh. his fingers drum against the skin, impatient, crawling closer & closer to where you want him. the bed dips to receive the weight of him on his knees.

"i think i know what can make her feel better."

[theamberfist]

It's Tough to be a Teacher | Alastor x Teacher! Reader

Platonic! Alastor + Best Friend! Teacher! Reader

Description: You and Alastor have been best friends since you were alive; where you two served as a murderous radio-host-and-kindergarten-teacher duo. Now, your refusal to become an overlord and protect yourself in hell causes Alastor to come up with a plan to convince you; for your own safety.

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of cults)

❀ We've got a song in this one! (Sometimes I like to write in songs I find if they fit the scene since Hazbin Hotel is a musical after all!) ❀

Words: 4,243

Alastor was someone who absolutely thrived in hell. With almost no consequences for any of his actions, he could kill, torture, or eat anyone he wanted. It was no surprise to you that he'd risen to be one of hell's strongest overlords in such a short time after his death.

You'd also been dead by then. In fact, you'd been killed off long before he had when your crimes in life were discovered. Alastor, upon arriving in hell years later, had informed you that he'd gotten revenge on those responsible for your death in the most brutal, bloody way possible; just as a best friend should, and he'd been making a name for himself here ever since with your support.

You were under the impression that you thrived in hell, too. However, since you had absolutely no interest in becoming an overlord, this sense of safety and contentment you felt was really thanks to your best friend's protection. There were few in hell who would mess with the Radio Demon, and even fewer that would have risked harming you and incurring his wrath when the two of you were always seen together.

But that didn't mean there weren't any at all.

Since his debut as an overlord, Alastor had caused many of hell's strongest to go missing, where he broadcasted their screams of pain and torment for all to hear. As it turned out, many of those missing overlords happened to be connected to not-yet-missing ones, who would then take it upon themselves to exact their revenge upon him. And more recently, that meant going after the closest person to him, you, as an eye-for-an-eye sort of situation.

He hated it. Even more so because you could have easily become just as powerful as him if you wanted to. You'd been a killer in life too and you certainly had the stomach to deal in souls, but every time he brought the topic up, you refused it.

Your murders had always had a strict moral code to them when you were alive. The pattern had been what ultimately alerted the New Orleans police that you were a suspect and got you caught in the end. You only ever killed those that you had deemed deserving of it based on a list of circumstances and traits. In short, you'd been trying to make a positive impact on the world in your own twisted way by killing off people you considered bad.

In fact, you met Alastor precisely because of your little 'good deeds,' as you'd referred to them at the time. You had been in the woods burying a body, only for him to be out hunting at the same time. Surprised by the presence of another person, he'd come over to strike up a conversation and the rest was history. You'd been best friends ever since because, ironically, Alastor had never met your qualifications for a truly 'bad' person.

Together, you two were a radio host and kindergarten teacher duo by day, but a pair of serial killers by night; both very notorious for your crimes.

And yet, when you'd arrived in hell, you'd seen no point in becoming an overlord. Why own the souls of other sinners? It wasn't like you wanted to become some sort of god and the way you saw it, you could protect yourself just fine without that extra power (though, Alastor would have begged to differ on that point, considering it was usually his power protecting you without your knowledge). So every time he tried to suggest you join him in his path, you'd politely but adamantly refused.

Which was why he was now left at a loss for what to do. Sighing, the Radio Demon slumped in his seat as he stared down at the 'coffee' in front of him. He'd come down to Cannibal Town since they had some of the best cafe's in hell and a warm drink had always helped him think better.

He could continue to protect you the way he currently was just fine, of course, but should he ever not be physically present, and an overlord that was on the stronger side showed up, he wasn't as confident in the fact that you'd get out unscathed.

The Radio Demon had never worried for another person to this extent in his life or afterlife, but it seemed his best friend was one of few exceptions to that. After all, without you, who would he share endless hours of gossip with when even Rosie was busy? Who else in hell had he known in life that didn't constantly ask him for favors the way Mimsy did? Who else had quietly listened to his broadcasts every day while their kindergarteners took their afternoon naps in the classroom?

No matter what you said, he refused to allow you to come to any harm if he could prevent it. Whether he liked it or not, you were too much of an important aspect in his life for him to even risk that. For heaven's sake, you had hardly even committed a single crime since arriving in hell of all places because you claimed "everyone here was probably a bad person" and that you "couldn't actually kill them anyway so what was the point?"

So it was Alastor's concern for your safety that finally brought him out of the cafe and on a walk through the cannibal colony in the hopes of coming up with a solution. If he couldn't get you to become an overlord, perhaps there was some other way to ensure your safety down here. Could you make a deal with someone in higher standing? Sneak into heaven? Get a job working for Lucifer, if you had to?

Luckily, he didn't have to ponder long, because as he walked, he passed by a group of what looked like young adult sinners all resembling various animals. They were gathered in an alleyway and huddling like a sports team might before a big game, and since they weren't doing anything that particularly irritated him, he nearly passed them by without a second thought.

...Until he heard them say your name. Well, it was your last name; they'd referred to you the way your kindergarteners might have, back when you were alive.

Alastor froze, his head snapping to look at the group now. Upon noticing his gaze on them, they all quieted down as he repeated your name with an unreadable expression.

"Do the lot of you happen to know them?" He asked. The sinners all exchanged glances before hesitantly nodding.

"Yeah, we all had them as our teacher when we were little." One finally spoke up. Clearly, he recognized who Alastor was because he and the rest of them all seemed a bit timid.

"Interesting..." Alastor said as he took a step into the surprisingly-clean alleyway now. He was extremely curious as to why they'd brought you up at a time like this. If they were your former students, he was sure they'd absolutely loved having you as a teacher; all of them had. But bringing up someone who'd taught them when they were in kindergarten at a time like this seemed excessive.

As he came closer to the huddle, he noticed a few more interesting things on the wall behind them that only amused him further. It seemed he'd been right when he called them excessive.

Dozens of what he could only assume were their assignments from kindergarten had been plastered on the wall; all graded by your hand and with that sparkly pen of your favorite color that you always used. The Radio Demon wasn't even sure how they'd procured those things in hell, but that wasn't all. There was a photo of you with your class of kindergarten students from when you were alive at the center of it all, and lines drawn in bright red blood connected everything; wrapping up this odd display.

It was a shrine. That knowledge only made Alastor's smile widen further in amusement. You likely didn't even know these former students were in hell, so he enjoyed imagining how your face would look when he told you all these details.

The sinners exchanged glances with one another now, seemingly put-off by his silence this whole time.

"Do you have a problem with us?" One of the braver ones spoke up, "If so, we're not alone! I'll have you know there are tons of us down here that will gang up on you if you try anything!" The Radio Demon wanted to roll his eyes at that- as if a group of regular demons, no matter how large, could stand a chance against him- but an idea was forming in his mind now that he couldn't help but want to investigate further. He hummed, taking another step forward as he raised his microphone-cane to point at the wall-shrine.

"And do the rest of you worship this person too?" He questioned casually. It seemed your former students hadn't expected that because they exchanged glances with one another again before answering.

"...Yes. All of us were their former students," one said, "We were inspired by their death and followed their ideals in our own murders. Now, we continue to spread their knowledge throughout hell."

"I see..." Alastor replied. He couldn't have been more amused in this moment; here he'd been worrying about your safety since you didn't want to become an overlord, and now it seemed he'd just accidentally stumbled upon the solution. "If that's true, then I assume you've yet to run into them down here?"

That gave the group pause.

"They're down here?" The sinner who had first spoke up asked and Alastor nodded.

"Indeed!" He replied, "In fact, they happen to be a dear friend of mine." Their eyes seemed to narrow at that; as if they didn't approve of the supposed friendship. Alastor, however, paid them no mind as he stood taller and rested his hands on his cane. "I have a proposition regarding your former teacher," he announced to the group, "One I believe you'll be more than inclined to accept."

He could already see their intrigue as he began explaining.

..........

You quietly hummed to yourself as you made your way to what essentially served as your dwelling here in hell. Thanks to Alastor, you could have chosen just about anywhere to live if you wanted, so at the moment, both you and him resided in an otherwise-empty apartment building that closely reflected the architecture found in New Orleans during your time. Your apartments were next door to one another; even having a door on one of the walls between them for quick access, though Alastor rarely ever used it; instead just popping up out of nowhere in your house.

Unlocking the door to your home, you stepped inside and shut it behind you. Since your best friend had been busy today, you'd taken a peaceful walk by yourself and had now returned to make dinner for the both of you. Alternating who cooked and when was a common practice for you and the Radio Demon since you both shared the same tastes and preferences when it came to food. You had to admit, though, that he was much more skilled in the kitchen than you.

You turned on one of the many radios found in your apartment as you moved through the kitchen; humming along with the song Alastor currently had broadcasting. You were just about to start cooking when there was a knock at your door.

Frowning, you set down the apron you'd been about to tie onto your body and made your way to the entrance of your apartment. You'd never received visitors before; and especially not out of the blue like this. Alastor tended to ward off anyone who might have been looking to come see you.

Curious, you looked through the door's peephole to see a huge group of people crowding the hallway. Slightly nervous but remaining confident, you pulled open the door to greet them.

"Hello, can I help you?" You asked as kindly as you could. Alastor would likely lecture you about not answering the door for strangers like this later, but it wasn't like anything was going to happen, right?

Suddenly, someone from the group called your name, but not just any name; the title you'd gone by as a teacher. Your gaze snapped to them in surprise.

"Y-yes, that's me..." You replied carefully, "And you are?"

"It's me; James!" The person called and suddenly, memories of your life came flooding back to you. James had been one of your very first students and he was always such a sweet kid. He used to offer to sharpen your pencils for you during his own recess time, and though you never took him up on it, you were always appreciative.

"And Joseph!" Another demon called.

"And Ruth!"

"And Mary!" Suddenly, a whole chorus of names were called out, all belonging to your former students. Your breath hitched and a huge smile made its way onto your face at being able to see them again.

"My goodness, what are you all doing here?" You asked happily, ready to invite every single one of them into your home for dinner, even if they could barely fit in the long hallway outside your apartment, as it was.

But then it hit you; this was hell. If this many of your former students were here, that meant they hadn't made it into heaven like you'd always assumed. This was only a handful of those you used to teach, of course, but if this many had ended up in hell, you wondered what could have gone wrong to make them commit anything worthy of being here.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked, now crossing your arms. It had been a while, but those teacher instincts of yours were beginning to come back just from seeing all your old kids.

"We found out about your killings!" Mary eagerly spoke up. You cringed at that. You'd known your students would likely hear of what you'd done, and while you didn't regret any of it, you did feel bad that it had likely ruined the image of their former favorite teacher in their memories.

"We were inspired!" Joseph called now and your eyes widened.

"You're like our idol!" Agreed Ruth, "We want to be just like you so we've been living the way you wanted and continuing your legacy of cleansing the world of evil!"

You felt like you couldn't breathe. They were here because of you? Because of what you'd done? You weren't sure whether to be proud or guilty over that, but before you could decide, James dropped another bombshell.

"And now we want you to own our souls!"

You paused, taking the information in. A part of you expected them to backtrack, laugh, and tell you this had all been some elaborate prank, but that didn't happen. They were dead serious about wanting you to be their overlord.

"What?" You asked in surprise as Mary nodded.

"We want to give our souls to you and work under your command!" She explained excitedly, as if what she was proposing was the most normal thing. You weren't sure what to do.

"Uh...Could you all give me one moment?" You asked politely, feeling as if you might faint. The students nodded and you quickly shut the door before going straight to your living room. That was where the connecting door between your and Alastor's apartments was located and you hurriedly knocked on it, needing the support and guidance of your closest friend right now.

"Al?" You called quietly enough that the students wouldn't hear you but loudly enough that he would, "Are you there? I could use some help!" There was no response, even after you waited a minute, and you sighed, assuming he wasn't home yet.

You went to turn around now, trying to come up with a nice way to reject the crowd of people outside when you jumped at the sight of a bright red deer-like demon standing behind you.

"What is it, darling?" He asked in a cheerful tone.

"You've got to stop sneaking up on me like that!" You exclaimed as you reached a hand to your heart. It wasn't like you could have heart attacks in hell but it sure felt that way.

"Why, but it's so entertaining!" He replied before setting his cane down and letting it rest in the crook of his arm. "Now, what seems to be the issue today?"

Ignoring how he almost sounded like a customer service worker, you sighed and reached a hand to your forehead in an effort to calm your already-growing headache.

"Remember how I used to teach kindergarten?" You asked, though, you knew he did. Regardless, the Radio Demon nodded and you continued. "Well, it looks like a bunch of my former students grew up looking up to me and now they're here in hell. They showed up just now and they want to give me their souls like an overlord!"

Alastor remained smiling, as always, so it was hard for you to notice just how amused he was by this situation. "And why, pray tell, would that be an issue?" He asked.

"Because I can't do that!" You exclaimed, groaning in frustration, "I can't hurt them; they're still my former students! I would have no idea what to do with that kind of power and besides, I don't want to be an overlord!" You plopped down on your nearby couch as Alastor listened intently to your plight. Finally, he hummed.

"I still fail to see the issue, dear," he told you, holding his cane in his hands behind his back as he calmly paced in front of you, "who says you would have to harm them if you owned their souls?" When you didn't respond he went on. "And as for the power, you would hardly need to use it. They could live their lives just as they did before if you so wished, but this way, you would finally be able to protect yourself."

"I can already-" you started to protest, only to see the look in his eyes and think better of it. You'd been in denial about the role your best friend played in your safety for a while now. Finally, you sighed. "But Al, they see me like some sort of god," you told him, "they idolize me to a concerning degree. I can't have that power over people; it's never been my style."

Alastor knew this was true. After all, in life you'd always preferred to manipulate the world from the shadows via your killings. You would never have been comfortable with this much glory, but he wasn't about to give up on the idea yet.

"Perhaps I can put it a different way," he said. The sentence was a reference to your teaching style as well; always willing to try and explain or show things differently if a student didn't get it the first time. You were endlessly patient, and luckily, he knew that would work in favor of his current plan. 

With a wave of his cane, a hoard of shadow creatures appeared in the room around you. You glanced at each of them, having seen the group before, wondering how he planned to get this point across. That was when he pointed to the door, where one of the creatures had grabbed the handle and was now swinging it open. In the hall, you could see your crowd of students all kneeling, but they looked up with smiles once the door was open. That was when Alastor, in his theatrical fashion, began to sing.

"There, you see? They're on their knees!" He called, pointing his cane in the direction of the hall, "Being worshipped is a breeze!" As if to further prove his point, the shadow creatures ran over to kneel in front of him. The one that had been at your front door now closed it and joined them. "Which rather suits us in the interim!" Alastor added with his signature wide smile.

"I just...Don't think I'm cut out for it," you admitted with a sigh, completely ignoring his song. On a normal day, you might have sang and danced along, but you weren't in the mood right now. "They want me to be a god!"

You plopped down on the couch with a defeated look on your face but your best friend wasn't done yet. 

"It's tough to be a god!" He admitted dramatically as the shadow creatures spun in circles around him, "Tread where mortals have not trod! Be deified when really you're a sham!" You could tell he was mocking you now as he leaned on the couch and raised a hand to his forehead like an exasperated lady. You rolled your eyes but then he moved to stand in front of you, taking both your hands in his.

"Be an object of devotion!" He sang as the shadow creatures performed some surprisingly elaborate choreography around you. "Be the subject of psalms!" He pulled you up off the couch so you both were standing now and then draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in and raising his hand to his mouth as if telling you a secret. "It's a rather touching notion; all those prayers and those salaams!" He took your hand now, spinning you in a circle as you chuckled. 

Alastor knew his plan was starting to work now; at the very least, he'd cheered you up. It seemed pretending he had no part in the arrival of your former students really had been the right choice; otherwise you would have caught on to what he was doing. 

"And who are you to bridle if you're forced to be an idol?" He asked as the shadow creatures brought of both their hands and shrugged dramatically, "If they say that you're a god that's what you are!" You bit your lip at that; seemingly still not enthusiastic about the idea. Knowing he needed to try another tactic, Alastor snapped his fingers, transporting a few of your students into the room.

All of them were kneeling on the floor surrounding parts of what had been their shrine to you. Your widening eyes told him you hadn't realized their devotion ran that deep yet and his smile grew more sly as he went on with the song. 

"What's more," he sang, "If you don't comply with the students wishes I can see you being sacrificed or stuffed!" He dragged a finger across his neck for emphasis and you seemed to get a little more nervous. In order to bring back your enthusiasm, though, he pulled you back into a side-hug as you both faced the students. Now as they continued to kneel, silver platters of your favorite foods rested in their hands and they held them out to you. 

"So let's be gods, the perks are great!" He lead you over to one of the students and took note of how your eyes lit up slightly at the sight of your favorite food, "All of hell here on our plate!" He spun you again now and snapped his fingers so the platters disappeared and a few more students joined the others in kneeling. "The students' feelings should not be rebuffed!" He sang as he directed your attention to the sinners, who all gave you puppy-dog-eyes in agreement. Alastor had to hand it to them; they had a knack for going with whatever he came up with in order to convince you. "Never rebuff the students' feelings, no my friend!" 

The shadow creatures began dancing around again and the other demons joined them, despite not really knowing the choreography. The result was an adorably awkward dance between the two groups. "It's tough to be a god!" Alastor repeated to you as he took a step, gesturing to everyone around you both. "But if you get the students' nod..." He trailed off, giving you the opportunity to speak. You did, with slight hesitation. 

"Count your blessings?" You asked more than you sang. Alastor nodded, glad to know he seemed to have gotten you on-board now.

"Keep them sweet; that's my advice!" He replied as he came to stand by your side again in the middle of the circle of shadow creatures and students. 

"Be a symbol of perfection..." You sang softly. The Radio Demon knew his plan had worked now so he nodded and went on. 

"Be a legend, be a cult!" He advised you, "Take their praise, take the collection as the multitudes exult!" You turned to the students, one of your hands slightly extended as it began to glow your favorite color; a phenomena you'd never experienced before now.

"Don a supernatural habit?" You sang as you glanced back at Alastor, who nodded, before leading you slightly closer to the group. 

"You'd be crazy not to grab it!" He sang as the first student eagerly lined up to shake your hand. This time, you didn't reject the offer and the Radio Demon was glad to know his plan had worked out just the way he wanted. He knew you only needed a little more convincing in order to become one of hell's next best overlords. "So sign up this new god for paradise!" He sang as you finally took the hand of your student, shaking it and solidifying your first deal as a new overlord. "Paradise~!"

And with that, it was done. You would finally own souls of your own, and with them, you would finally have the power to protect yourself just like your best friend had always wanted. 

[echo-writes-things]

I love Alastor but as an ace, questioning aro-flux, I fucking hate tumblr for the fanfics. It’s smut galore by people who don’t understand was asexuality is and don’t take the time to ask someone who is or use google which is free. Literally if ANYONE needs to write an Alastor fanfic even smut I’m open to give people advice on how this shit works. I’m tired of people erasing my only rep.

I’m not saying you can’t write smut or romance for Alastor, but if you are please learn how that works for someone with that orientation. It’s like y’all making a gay man have sex with a woman and coming up with some wack ass excuse for why he did it.

I will literally open DMs and my askbox for people to ask me about it or hell just make a huge post. Obviously I don’t speak for all asexuals and aromantics. But I can speak for a majority of us when we say stop erasing the only representation we get for your fanfics and acting like it’s still apart of the orientation. Your excuses are a lot more hurtful than you think.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk. I do plan to write an Alastor fanfic but it’ll be keeping his identity in mind.

[thesimpsbasement]

Nanami finding out you're asexual

•tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, gn!reader, established relationship,makeout sesh,talk of sex but no smut,reader has bad past experiences

Finally you had a day off from work.The past couple Days have been stressful for you,assignments left and right,major projects every week it took everything out of you and it was thanks to Nanami's convincing that you can now lay in bed all day. He always took such good care of you that sometimes you wonder how you managed to find such a man.Maybe luck was finally in your favor.

Your ears perk up when you hear the creak of the front door.You immediately get up,rushing towards it, knowing your boyfriend just came home.”Kento! Welcome back”You greet the man as you wrap your arms around him.”Hey dear”he smiles at you,kissing your forehead as he takes off his shoes. “How was work?”you ask as you help him out of his coat,hanging it in the hanger by the door.”Nothing much, same old, would rather hear about your day” he says,kissing your cheek this time.”Well I took your advice and relaxed,mainly sat in bed and slept because I needed to catch up,more than one all nighters in a row can really make you value sleep” you rant as both of you walk towards the living room.”That so? I'm glad at least you slept. Maybe I should nag you more since you seem to listen to me when I do, "he teases,cupping your cheek. You roll your eyes playfully,feeling butterflies in your stomach as you feel his warm hand on your cheek.Even after months of dating, it felt like this was your first time seeing the man.

Nanami leans in again,this time connecting his lips with yours.He lets out a hum,gently pushing you on the couch,hand behind your head as he pulls you in deeper.Your eyes close,moving your lips in sync with his,your arms wrapping around his shoulders.You let out a gasp when you feel him bite your bottom lip,allowing him access as he slides his tongue in.Your cheeks are tinted red as the kiss turns more and more heated. Nanami's hand slips under your shirt,palm touching your skin as he moves higher towards your chest.Your eyes widen as you pull away from the makeout session,your hand gripping his wrist “W-Wait!” You pant,eyes staring at his hand.Nanami is quick to retract his hand,eyes scanning your features. “I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to,I should've asked you first” he immediately starts apologizing,giving you some distance.” It's fine Ken,I'm okay” you reassure him “I'm sorry”.

Your sudden apology made the man raise an eyebrow “what for? You didn't do anything wrong sweetheart, I'm not going to force myself on you,we'll only be intimate when you're ready,I'm not going to touch you until I have your consent” Nanami says,his words alone making you teary eyed. ‘We'll be intimate whenever you're ready." Those words played back in your head over and over.He doesn't know. He doesn't know that you'll never want to be intimate in that sense. “Kento…” you trail off,feeling as if your words are stuck in your throat. ‘Come on ___ you have to do it,the sooner you tell him the less it'll hurt when he leaves’ you tell yourself.”Can we…talk? It's important”.

Kento nods,sitting properly on the couch by your side,full attention on you “I'm listening”.You gulp,unable to look at him in the eye “This is going to be uhm I guess disappointing but….I never want to have sex” you admitted with bated breath “and before you say anything it's not you or something you did I just…don't want to have sex,in general, with anyone …ever” you continue, Nanami listening quietly and attentively “Might be a lot to take in but I understand if you're gonna leave for someone else who can fulfill those desires,you wouldn't be the firsthand he hears this Nanami is quick to stop you “Hold on there,let's take this slow alright?” he tries to calm you down “First I'm not disappointed, alright? I'm fine with not having intercourse as long as you're happy,I value you and your health more than I value lust” He says,noticing you staring at the floor “sweetheart..look at me please” You lift your head to meet his eyes,your face is scrunched up,eyes glassy as tears threaten to spill “Oh honey..come here” He cooes,pulling you in a gentle embrace,not to tight but enough to keep you grounded “I'm never going to leave ,especially not over some silly thing like ,I love you for you, I feel in love with that charming personality,your kindness,your laugh,the way your face lights up when you smile,I'd be a fool to throw such a precious treasure away for mere pleasure” his words makes your tears fall as you cling to him “stop talking you're making it worse” you say through sniffles.Nanami chuckles as he pets your back “I'm just being honest”.

After some time,you finally calm down as you rub away any remaining tears.”You really mean what you said earlier?” You ask,still holding onto him. “Of course,now mind telling me what made you think of such silly ideas?” He inquired.You sigh as you lift your head from his chest “Past partners…they weren't exactly fond of the idea of no sexual relationship” you start explaining “they thoughts I was broken or had some unresolved trauma with intimacy but that's not it ,I'm just asexual but they call me a prude, one even started treating me like some kid but one things they all had in common was that they left because of this and I was worried you'd think the same but over time I felt guilty,like I was holding you back ,you're such a great guy and you deserve better” Nanami holds your hands in his before he starts talking “you don't have to worry your pretty little head about any of that,you're definitely not holding me back dearest,this is the happiest I've ever been,truly there's no one else like you out there,besides,sex isn't the only form of intimacy, so I'll be fine, as long as it's you” you sometimes wonder how his words always make you smile.”The people that left you are idiots and quite frankly probably didn't love you that much if they left so easily,don't waste your breath on fools like them,focus on the present” Nanami tells you,kissing your forehead.”mhmm thank you” you smile at him,tackling him in a hug as you pepper his face with kisses “no need to thank me,but I'm certainly not going to complain about the kisses” he chuckles,every kiss making his cheeks heat and his heart racing.

Eventually you stop your attack of kisses,getting up. “You just got back from work so you must be hungry right? Well good news! Made you something extra special so hope you'll enjoy!” you say,taking his hand as you drag him to the kitchen.Kento chuckles,letting you lead the way.

Yeah, he loves you, alright. No way in hell he'll ever leave such a precious thing.

[smolldust]

Kinitopet doodles but I threw my sona in there cuz I wanna be his friend

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

OKAY so random but I read “Omnia Vincit Amor” right and I was thinking you know how Natasha moved on married Wanda had a kid named her y/n yada yada yada you get the point “WHAT IF” reader never died but rather survived the fall but fell unconscious and was taken by someone like anyone who took care of her and all but she had lost her memories so she obviously didn’t know her life before u til one night racer woke up and EVERYTHING just came crashing together and she made it a mission to find Wanda and Nat also to show and tell nat that it wasn’t her fault she chose Wanda and that she would have done the same if it were her in that position I know this story was creat MONTHS ago but the crazy thought just popped into my mind when that story popped out on my search all of a sudden and I sat here thinking “what if”

omnia vincit amor (what if...reader survived)

Summary: what the anon said ^

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha (& platonic relationship with Y/N)

Word count: 2411

Warnings: Brain injuries (probably inaccurately represented bc I know nothing medical), a little bit of angst during recovery. It's a bit hurt/comfort but probably the happiest ending of this series.

A/N: This is literally the fastest I've ever written a fic, thank you so much for the ask

Part 1 Part 2

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Natasha had trained her whole life for moments like this: to make the right decision in an instant; never doubt it, never dwell on it, never get emotional about it. After all, she was raised for survival, and that was the only way through.

So why could she not control her tears now? The irritations pricked her eyes from the moment she saw the fear on your face, her vision blurred before your body could even hit the ground. You’d hidden it under a mask of acceptance, but she saw it. Your face was the only thing Natasha saw when she closed her eyes; the pain she’d seen and missed every time she’d ignored you for Wanda. She finally saw it, but by then, your face was expressionless, too late to apologise to.

Wanda had to pull her away from the edge, back to the quinjet to run from the failed mission. They couldn’t even see your face up close.

If they had, they would have seen the breaths you were still taking.

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Your first memories were police interrogations. An officer yelled about what your organisation had done and the atrocities they had caused, until a doctor stepped in and warned the man of your state.

“You should be grateful they saved you,” the officer scorned. He was quieter now; the pain in your head subsided, though it didn’t fade completely.

According to the doctor, you came in with a severe traumatic brain injury, spending days in a coma they weren’t sure you would wake from. The amnesia was expected, as was the pain, but they believed you would recover eventually with time, medicine, and therapy.

Eventually, you had to be released from holding on medical grounds. Your complete memory loss meant you could offer nothing to the police; your uniform was all they had to tie you to the criminal organisation, and that didn’t even say what role you played in it, or if you had even been aware of their actions. For all anyone knew, you may have been just a janitor. All they did know was that someone had wiped the database of all traces of you; you were a ghost, with no clue of your own identity.

Now you were released into a hectic world, told to make your life anew.

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Seven years later, that memory was not as distant as you would have liked. You still frequented hospitals and appointments in the hopes of returning your life’s memories, but to no avail.

There had been some breakthroughs, scraps of memories from long ago. You could picture a woman, her features were out of your grasp, but her laugh, and the sight of her shoulder-length red hair replayed in your mind. You held tightly to the memory, thinking of it over and over again, trying to add more to it. Was it a date? You had both been laughing, just the two of you, so perhaps. Had you been close to her? Something inside told you that you were, that you’d been special to each other, but you couldn’t place it, couldn’t even remember her face.

You worked at a small restaurant, and your coworkers had tried to set you up with friends and customers before, but in 7 years, you hadn’t been attracted to any of them, nor anyone else you encountered, and you couldn’t answer their questions as to why. But perhaps it was this – your brain subconsciously keeping itself for this woman.

The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you became. If you were so close, why had she not come to find you? You didn’t even know if she was real, or just a false memory your brain had conjured up to ease your constant search for something.

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Your ‘road to recovery’ – outlined years ago by the doctors – featured several activities designed to memories in your mind. Trying different hobbies, foods, meditations; anything that might trigger thoughts of your past, or lift the fog of your mind. It clearly hadn’t been that effective – you wondered what you even did in the past – but it had become a routine that you enjoyed. It was how you found yourself at a new park one Saturday, close to where you sustained your injury. If you had worked in that building, there was a chance you lived nearby, and something in the park would look familiar to you. 

Nothing sparked recognition in you, until a child ran past, as fast as their little toddler legs would carry them.

“Y/N! Come back here you!” a woman’s voice laughed.

You turned around before you even knew why. Whether it was the name itself, or just the way the woman said it, that made you act as if she had called for you.

But then you saw the red hair, and recognised the laugh that had plagued you ever since you found that one memory. 

“Natasha?” The name had come from nowhere, but it felt right, it matched the woman… and she certainly matched your memory. There were more of them now, all playing in your brain all at once: bowling, movies, dinner dates, sleepovers; the amount you had done together was overwhelming, and her face finally formed in your imagery. You were the only unknown left in your brain, nothing was filling in, until-

“Y/N?”

That name again, but now it was directed at you. It fit. The name you chose 7 years ago was the only one you could remember having, but this one –Y/N– fit like no other name ever had.

The woman –Natasha– held the child in her arms now, and slowly approached, taking every step like a dog stalking its prey, fearing that each new step might send it running. You eyed the woman, then averted your attention to the bench beside you. You slowly took a seat, your head was spinning now with an overabundance of thoughts and names and skills rushing back, you had to hold your head up as Natasha sat quietly beside you, not disturbing the peace with further questions.

“Big Y/N,” the baby in her arms babbled. You looked up to see her smiling at the child, though a tear tracked down her face; her eyes were worried when they turned to meet yours. 

“I think I know you,” you said at last.

“I think I know you too,” she replied.

“I wasn’t attracted to you.”

A smirk spread on her face, and her head tilted in amusement, “if you’re the person I know, you’re not attracted to anybody.”

“I’m not… or I haven’t been… I don’t know.”

Her eyes track over your face, her eyebrows slightly knotted. She looks concerned, and ready to ask questions. You’ve never been able to read someone so well. “You can ask questions, maybe it’ll help,” you sigh, “I just don’t know if I can answer any.”

“How bad is the memory loss?”

“I didn’t-”

“I pick up on things. It’s part of my trademark really.”

“...It’s bad. I lost it all 7 years ago and only today did it start to come back, just now. Even with my recent memory, I don’t remember all the things that I should.”

“But you recognise me now?”

“I… I think so. Natasha?” She nodded, prompting you to continue. “You and Wanda were dating, and I used to join you a lot.”

“That’s correct, you got me and Wanda to confess to each other actually.”

“I had your engagement ring in my room.”

“It’s on Wanda’s finger now.”

“How long did that take you?” you chuckled, eyes down at the ground. You could see Natasha smile wider out of the corner of your eye, a little bit of the old you coming back.

“A while,” she laughed, “I went and talked to your grave for moral support first, which…guess we’ve gotta get rid of that.”

Silence fell at the mention of your time apart; her thinking you were dead, while you couldn’t even remember being alive. Eventually, Natasha spoke up, “Can I- do you mind- ?” with her hand raised, you understood what she was asking, raising your own hand to meet hers. She sighed at the feeling, at the knowledge you were actually alive.

It was at that point that the child began to get restless, tugging at their mother’s hair to go home. “Alright, alright, love, we’ll head back soon,” she appeased, and turned to you, “Would you be ready to meet the others again? Or do you have a place of your own I can at least drop you off at?”

Now that you had memories of the others, you missed them, and grieved the fact you’d spent seven years without them. You wanted nothing more than to let them know you were okay, and reminisce, but you weren’t fully you, at least not yet. Seeing Natasha alone had almost been too much to handle, and she was one of the calmest teammates, understanding your social cues without too much verbalisation from you. Even just from your silence, she guessed your decision and understood it.

“Give me directions to your house. I’ll drive you.”

You tried to get dropped off a few blocks away at first, but Natasha had caught on, prompting directions to just outside the rundown apartment. Some of your windows were still boarded up, and the stairs outside were cracked into disrepair; you couldn’t even say the inside was much better, but when you had no documentation or proof you ever existed, there was little accommodation you could afford.

“Say hi to Wanda for me, please?”

“I’ll pass it on, maybe come see us when you’re up for it, or text me and we’ll come over. She’s going to want to see you before she believes me.”

“Thank you, Nat, I’ll let you know.”

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The screen had been dark for hours, but still, you held the device before you, only now noting your own reflection.

Acting on impulse, you clicked your phone back on; the blank chat with Natasha opened once again, and this time, you began to type.

"Come over tomorrow?" you sent, "Wanda and baby are welcome too"

'sent' appeared below before you could change your mind and, in truth, you didn't want to. The pair had been your closest friends in the world until you'd gone 7 years without each other; they would have mourned for you. You could only imagine how they would be feeling now. You wanted to apologise for how the mission ended, for all the grief you brought them. You wanted to tell Natasha you didn't mind her choice, and thank Wanda for taking care of her in your absence - it wouldn't have been an easy effort.

Three dots appeared and you tossed your phone across the bed. You weren't ready to hear an answer just yet.

You felt no more prepared the next day when the doorbell rang. To see them again, purposefully, was one thing, but memories were still coming back. Now you could remember the compound, your current apartment was no comparison; you could only even afford the bare minimum of furnishing, much less all the decoration there used to be.

The fears fled your mind the second you opened the door, and Wanda rushed in to engulf you in a hug. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she looked you over, holding your face in her hands. 

"I'm sorry," came your breathless greeting. Wanda steered you to the sofa and sat you down, Natasha following behind with the baby in her arms. "For how the mission went, and what you went through and-"

Natasha cut you off. "I thought I was coming here to apologise to you, not the other way around" 

"I don't want you to apologise, this life was all I wanted for you, it was the choice I wanted you to make."

"What matters now is we made it back together," Wanda soothed. "I'm sure there'll be time for tears and apologies later, just not now. There's been enough of that. Where have you even been for seven years? I want to hear it all."

Hours passed with the three of you exchanging stories. You were introduced to their child officially, as their namesake, and learned what the other Avengers had done in your absence.

Natasha strapped the younger Y/N into the car first, leaving you and Wanda alone when it was time to say goodbye.

She listened to your thanks, then waved it off, stating you would have looked after Natasha just as well had she made the other choice. "You know, Natasha and I discussed it after you texted, and I understand if it's too much, but… living with you was half the reason we didn't move out before, and we have a spare room in our house. If you want… move in with us? It'll be just the same as old times; meals together, movie nights, days out… and the toddler is actually quieter than living with the rest of the Avengers team… somehow tidier too."

Wanda spoke with such earnestness, it left no room for self-doubt, and with the way Natasha smiled when she came back in and met your eye, you could tell she agreed. Your apartment was not a home, especially now that you remembered what was. Your home was with them. You said yes.

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Natasha laughed as you jumped, your eyes glued to the screen. "You don't remember the jump scare?"

You flit your eyes to hers, then down to the ground. It was all she needed to see to shuffle closer, bumping her shoulder against yours. "That's okay, it gets me too sometimes."

"Not in the same way," you mumbled, "have we watched this movie before? before the accident?"

Natasha nodded; you saw the concern underneath.

"I don't remember it. Some things just aren't coming back to me, and other things that I keep forgetting."

"That's okay," Natasha smiled, she took your hands into hers, "you can't expect it to be better all at once."

"But what if it never is? If it never gets better? I don't think I'm ever going to be the same person that you and everyone else remembers."

"I don't mind if you're not that you. You don't have to be. All I want is to spend my time with who you are right now, because I lost seven years of it, and I never missed anything more."

[pollensweetchimera]

Morro: If you had 7 cookies and I asked for 3, how many would you have?

Y/N: None.

Morro: This is basic math Y/N-

Y/N: I'd have none because I would give them all to you because I like you.

Morro: [holding back tears] Gross. Fucking disgusting. Get the fuck away from me.

[pfpanimes]

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[melminli]

drabble - day at hazbin

"Wassup, suger?" Angel's asked relaxed as he threw himself down on the couch next to you until he felt your tense posture. He looked up only to notice you had a slightly grumpy look on your face. "Wow, which dude pissed in yer snow?"

You looked at him slightly confused out of the corner of your eye because you were pretty sure that wasn't a saying. You decided to just ignore it. "...It's nothing. This is my thinking face."

Well, he didn't really believe that. Angel's eyes followed your line of sight only to spot the radio demon near the bar. He was probably waiting for Husk to show up since he didn't seem to be there. "S' smiley botherin' ya?" He asked, pointing at his figure with his thumb.

Your grim look seemed to deepen. A grin appeared on the spider demon's face, but before he could say anything, he was startled by a voice that suddenly jumped up from behind the couch. "What are you guys talking about? Ready to stop being sinners and start reaching heaven!" Shouted Charlie with a big smile on her face as she threw confetti at you with both her hands.

She nearly gave you both a heart attack. "I thought this shit would stop after I officially left the church." You mumbled tiredly to yourself.

Angel turned towards the princess. "We were talkin' about Alastor, actually."

She blinked a few times. "Al? What about him?"

Both eyes finally looked at you, making you feel forced to tell them your thoughts. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about how that motherfucker...well, how snatched his waist is somehow." You admitted, making a motion with your hands to demonstrate. "I mean, it's not rare around here, but well...just kinda noticed."

She got a real weird thinkin' face, Angel thought to himself and smirked slightly since you gave him ground to make a stupid joke. "Dunno if motherfucker is the right word, wouldn't even call him a fucker to be honest." He laughed out before realizing something and then saying it all confused. "...Or mother? Well, that jus' sounds wrong either way."

You didn't hesitate to answer. "Since the day Diana put on the revenge dress." You said, but to your dismay, neither of the two figures in front of you seemed to understand the reference. You waved your hand in front of you. "You wouldn't know her, she's not staying around here." You said and then came to the realization of how early Angel actually died. "Man, you're old as fuck."

Charlie looked confused. "Since when is there more than one way to say mother?" She asked with a question mark over her head.

Before he could defend himself, you were interrupted by a radio voice that decided to join you. "Well, I am afraid that must make me ancient then if that is what you are calling my dear fellow here HAHA!" Alastor said and then laughed at his own joke.

You flinched slightly before screaming, "Stop with the fucking jumpscares!"

[qprteetime]

Little update !

Just wanted to let everyone know that I've updated the characters I'll write for so be sure to check out the pinned post to see all of them! But the main update is that I'm now willing to write for Angel Dust & Husk as well as Blitz and Moxxie from Helluva Boss!!!

Also I've been feeling a little burned out from trying to write a whole fic as my first project as an amateur writer so if anyone wants to send in an ask meant for a headcanon list rather than a full fic then I could answer that quicker and regain writing motivation! 💕✨

Thank you for reading and being patient!