#doing this to finally fill my promise of freeing him from the mind prison so you can stop pestering me now bone

[ramenwithbroccoli]

well time to do stop procrastinating and do it again it seems:

meet ?????? (also known as J.A.R.)

(who despite being alive since october last year only has like one presentable drawing of him i made)

Not much is known about the robot who used to work in wax figure museum. An advanced automaton presumably stood by the entrance, greeting and guiding the visitors, enamored by the friendly chatter of the machine. Probably.

However when a fire broke out decades later, in a, now abandoned, museum, all the records vanished from existence. Visitors from the past could probably recognize the robot though, if it wasn't for a fact that it disappeared, never to be seen again.

He did survive it all, in the end. However the roaring flames melted the wax he was covered in damaged his memory. When he escaped, he could not remember his own name. All attempts at reconstructing his face also failed, as it seems the accident had damaged the cooling system on the left side of his skull as well. With no name, face or past, he was forced to search for a purpose with empty hands and clothes two sizes too small.

There were many things he latched onto on his way. Religion, philosophy, history. Famous people. Along the way, he tried to adopt their identities, sometimes even going so far as to claim he was their reincarnation or had another connection to them, as they interested them deeply. J.A.R. (JARek for friends >:]) is an abbreviation to some of those (including such figures as Jesus, Aristotle or Rasputin).

Due to his search of the identity he kind of takes upon him the traits of his environment. In recent years he had adopted a more cynical, egoistic attitude, but deep down he's still as lost and disoriented as he was before. Maybe even more now.

Also he is powered by 52 AAA batteries that need to be lined up and working perfectly well.

here are memes that have appeared over all this time. sharing some of those because thanks for getting there<3

[esote-rika]

reader giving chip a blowjob as a reward after a successful robery

Lover, my darling I see you and your Chip Taylor agenda and I fully support it. Went a little off the rails, but I’m ovulating so sfjegerlk

Contents: fem!reader, mentions of burglary, blowjobs, MDNI

Here’s the thing. Neither of you expected for the plan to work. Chip certainly seemed anxious the entire time, and you would have been offended about that if you didn’t have the same, very slight hint of doubt in the back of your mind. After all, this plan to rob a rich asshole’s house could very easily blow up in your faces.

Trespassing, breaking and entering, attempted robbery. The list of crimes whirls in your head, taunting you with the promise of prison, of being away from Chip, and the very thought of separation from your boyfriend is enough to make you completely locked in. A hundred and ten percent focus.

When you leave with thousands of dollars in cash, you wait until you’re both on the highway, on your way to leave the state before you let out the loudest, happiest laugh.

He’s laughing too, forehead still sweaty from a combination of the adrenaline and the hot summer air. Skin wrinkling around his eyes from how big he’s smiling. The most beautiful burglar to ever exist. “I can’t believe we pulled that off.” he’s saying, voice high with elation. 

“I told you to trust me.” You’re all cocky satisfaction as you head into the closest exit. He looks around confused, but he’s long since learned not to question you. You hold his very being in the palm of your rough, calloused hands, and it’s a fact you never take for granted. He deserves love, and care, and after tonight, the best damn head he’s ever experienced in his entire life.

You drive past empty fields, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching over and palming him through his jeans. 

He jerks, eyes wide as he looks at you, “God, baby—”

“You’ve been so, so good tonight, Chip.”

“Yeah?” he rocks his hips up to your palm, and you can feel him growing hard beneath the rough denim.

“Yeah, baby, I think you deserve a little treat.” You remove your hand from him, trying to focus on driving. 

He whines, the shameless man. 

“Go ahead and touch yourself, baby.”

The sound of his zipper fills the air, and you laugh as he takes his cock, quickly working his large hand up and down its length. Slack jawed and unblinking, he strokes himself in the passenger seat, head leaning heavily on the head rest. 

“That’s it, baby.” You coo, watching him out of the corner of your eye. God, he’s so pretty, soft brown curls pasted to his forehead as he jerks himself off. Finally finding a clearing that’s empty and secluded enough to your liking, you pull over and quickly unbuckle your seatbelt.

He watches you with stars in his eyes as you maneuver yourself over the console. He leans his chair back, freeing more room for you. Always so thoughtful, even when he’s near desperate. 

You smile, kissing the tip of his throbbing cock, “Can’t believe we pulled that off, baby,” you say, running your tongue and letting the taste of his precum flood your mouth, “And all because you were so good and followed my directions.”

“Of - of course, baby, I did say I’ll do anything to make you happy.” His adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, hands gently threading through your hair and gathering them at the crown of your head. So fucking thoughtful. Your heart could burst. 

“I know,” you whisper, wrapping your mouth around the tip and sucking. He lets out a strangled sound, and all of your original plans to tease him fly out the window. You take more of him down, carelessly letting him hit the back of your throat. It barely makes you gag anymore. After months of dating, you can easily push through his impressive girth and length. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, before pulling back.

It’s always such a thrill to give him head. He’s already gasping, making the prettiest sounds and you’ve barely even begun. A man of his height reduced to a stuttering, mindless mess all because of your mouth. It’s the best and easiest power trip you can have. 

You settle on a rhythm then, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands on his thighs to balance you. It’s a sloppy affair, your body draped across the console, ass up in the air, your knees digging into the driver’s seat.

Threads of saliva drip down your chin, making everything so much warmer and slicker as you take him deep into your throat. 

You can feel his muscles tensing, fighting against the urge to thrust in, and since he’s been so good, you pull away and give him permission. “Fuck my mouth, Chip.”

“You sure?”

The breathiness of his voice has you rubbing your thighs together, but you remind yourself this is his turn. All about him. So instead, you look at him, eyes peeking up sweetly from beneath your lashes, “Yeah, baby, you’ve earned it.”

He lets out a strangled sound, and the force with which he thrusts does have you gagging. You hadn’t expected so much force, but god, it’s the hottest thing ever. So rarely does he take, always so eager to give, to make you feel good, that when the roles are reversed, it always takes you by surprise. He has a hidden strength that he tempers in order to be gentle with you, but at this moment, it’s all forgotten. He’s fucking up into your warm mouth like there’s no tomorrow, your throat swelling from how deeply he’s buried himself into you. 

“Fuck,” he whines. Fingers tightly gripping your hair, he holds your head in place as he ruts. You barely manage to hold back the choked sounds, knowing that if he hears them, he’ll slow down. You don’t want him to slow down, you want him to take and be selfish after such a job well down. “Baby—gonna—oh god!” 

He’s babbling, though you probably wouldn’t be able to make out his words anyway, what with how focused you are in taking his thick cock in your mouth. Your nails dig into his thighs as he moves your head to meet his thrusts, a vain attempt to anchor yourself to something.

“Just a little more, baby,” he gasps, and you wish you could see him clearly, immortalizing the look of pleasure on his face. But your eyes are blurry from tears, and his hold on your hair is so tight you couldn’t angle your head up to look at him if you tried. 

He pumps once, twice, and then he’s crying out and you feel ropes of his release overflowing your mouth. You swallow what you can, but strings of his cum and your saliva still trickle from your lips and over your chin. He pulls you up gingerly, brown eyes half open.

“God, baby, that was—are you okay?”

You laugh, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. “I’m perfect, baby, are you?”

“Of course I am,” he says breathlessly, pulling you up his lap and tucking your head beneath his chin, “That was amazing. I can’t believe I get to have you.” he’s more quiet now, lips grazing the crown of your head. You hum, smiling as you imagine what the future holds with the stolen money, and your sweet, perfect boyfriend by your side.

[littlest-w01f]

Enchanting

Eris x Witch!OC (Anastasiya)

ERIS MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Rhysand betrays the female who thought he loved her, she leaves to find comfort in Autumn

Cw: Pregnancy, Rhys cheating

part one

Anastasiya was nearly bouncing on the seat she was sitting in all excited, Madja had taken her blood to test her, she felt it in her, but she wanted it to be confirmed by a healer. She'd asked Azriel to accompany her who watched her with a smile.

She'd been with Rhysand for a couple centuries, he'd asked her to marry her before he'd been held prisoner in Under the Mountain, and now that he'd been back for a couple of months. Anastasiya and Rhysand had resumed the wedding planning in full force, and she was excited to marry the male she loved.

As they waited anxiously for Madja's return with the results, Azriel reached over to gently squeeze Anastasiya's hand, offering comfort and reassurance. His hazel eyes sparkled with warmth and affection as he gazed at his oldest friend.

In the brief time since Rhysand's return, the Velaris court had buzzed with renewed energy and joy. The Night Court's High Lord and his bride-to-be were the epitome of star-crossed lovers, their bond stronger than any curse or darkness. Their upcoming nuptials promised to be a spectacular celebration, blending the elegance of Faerie with the passion of the mortal realm.

Anastasiya's mind wandered to the lavish preparations underway - the intricate lace adorning her wedding gown, the fragrant blooms that would adorn the ceremony space, and the delectable feasts planned for the reception.

In recent weeks, Rhysand had started to spend a lot of his time with Feyre, the female who had helped free them, Anastasiya was thankful to her for bringing her fiance back and she just hoped Rhysand would be as happy with the new development.

"It's positive, Ana," Madja smiled, walking into her room, "You're with child."

"I knew it." Anastasiya squealed, a wide smile full of happiness spread across her face, jumping up to hug Azriel, his wings and shadows wrapping around her in comfort and almost in protection, she rested her hand on her abdomen, stroking her soft stomach slightly, "Rhys would be so happy!"

The news brought a wave of euphoria to the usually composed female. Her heart swelled with joy, her future filled with hope and promise. A baby, a tiny piece of herself and Rhysand, growing inside her womb, it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Azriel pulled her closer, his strong arms enveloping her as she leaned into him. He could see the love and fear flicker in her eyes, a reflection of the myriad emotions coursing through her veins. But he was there, steadfast and unyielding, a pillar of support.

"You will make a wonderful mother, my love," he murmured softly, his voice carrying a gentle undertow of pride. "I'm going to be an uncle." Azriel chuckled, hugging Anastasiya tight, chin resting on the top of her head, "Mother, that's amazing."

Madja smiled, handing Anastasiya the results she got from her blood, she was healthy and pregnant. Pregnant with the heir of the Night Court.

"Don't you have someone to tell, Stasiya?" Azriel smiled softly, watching her giddy with happiness.

"Rhysie! Gotta tell Rhys!" Anastasiya nodded, wearing her heels and rushing out

With a final reassuring pat on her back, Azriel watched as Anastasiya rushed off, her excitement palpable even from afar. It warmed his heart to see her so happy. Azriel turned to Madja to pay her.

Anastasiya's mind was filled with ways she could tell Rhysand as she looked everywhere for him. She reached close to the cabin by winnowing when she'd decided she would tell him face to face normally.

"Morri!" Anastasiya smiled seeing Mor, but when Mor smiled, it didn't reach her eye. "Do you know where Rhys is? Is he inside? He told me he'd be in Illyria... I've been everywhere." She spoke fast.

"Ana..." Mor looked at her with alarm in her eyes, "Come on, honey, Rhys is back in Velaris."

Anastasiya looked at her with confusion, "No, he's not...? I searched for him everywhere there, he's got to be around here."

Mor grabbed her hand to pull her away, not wanting to see what was happening inside the cabin, "Come now, Ana, let's go to the townhouse."

"Mor is something wrong?" Anastasiya tilted her head at the frown on Mor.

"Nothing, everything is fine, we should go." Mor tried to pull Anastasiya but it was futile, her body didn't move an inch.

All the joy the news of being pregnant had made her died the second she ignored Mor and looked through the cabin windows and saw them, Rysand was inside, cuddling Feyre from behind while Feyre was cooking.

Anastasiya stood frozen, her world shattering around her as she witnessed the intimate scene unfolding before her eyes. The man she loved, the father of her unborn child, cradling another female in his arms with such tenderness and affection. It was a sight that seared itself into her memory, each detail etched with agonizing clarity.

The once vibrant colours of the world seemed to fade, replaced by a dull, aching grey. The joyous news of her pregnancy now felt like a cruel joke, a mockery of the life she thought she had built with Rhysand.

Tears streamed down her face as she stumbled backwards, unable to tear her gaze away from the betrayal playing out before her. "What... What is that?"

The love and tenderness between Rhysand and Feyre, once a mere acquaintance, now blossomed into something deeper. A pang of betrayal and hurt coursed through Anastasiya's veins, threatening to consume her.

Her initial elation at at starting a family with the man she adored, crumbled beneath the weight of this revelation. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation.

Mor's attempts to guide her away only served to fuel Anastasiya's anguish. She couldn't tear her gaze from the window, transfixed by the sight of Rhysand's hands caressing Feyre's waist, his lips trailing kisses along her neck.

"Ana..." Mor began softly, still keeping a distance.

"What's that," She asked again, tears stinging her eyes, "Don't lie." Anastasiya's chest tightened, each breath becoming more laboured as she grappled with the reality of the situation. Her world seemed to tilt on its axis, the ground shifting beneath her feet.

She blinked away the tears welling in her eyes, trying to focus on Mor's concerned face. Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought against the rising tide of despair.

"This isn't what it looks like, Ana," Mor said, her voice laced with empathy. "Feyre saved us all. We owe her our lives."

"But…" Anastasiya's voice trailed off, the word caught in her throat. She couldn't deny the evidence staring back at her. Rhysand's hands on Feyre, the way he looked at her, it was clear how he felt about the female, because it was exactly how he looked at her.

"They're mates..." Mor whispered softly, "Rhysand asked us to not say anything, I didn't want to hurt you."

The words hit Anastasiya like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Mates. The bond that transcended all others, the connection that bound two souls together for eternity. It explained the intimacy, the familiarity between Rhysand and Feyre.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, tinged with a mixture of disbelief and pain. "Mates," she repeated, the word tasting like ashes on her tongue. "And here I thought I was his, that we were building a life together."

The realization that she had been nothing more than a placeholder, a temporary comfort until his true mate came along, cut deeper than any blade ever could. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision as she stumbled backwards, away from the cabin and the shattering of her dreams. "I need to leave."

"Please, let him explain. Let me explain." Mor reached out for her but Anastasiya recoiled.

Anastasiya shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she backed away from Mor. The very thought of listening to explanations, of hearing Rhysand justify his actions, was unbearable. "I don't want to hear it."

The Night Court shook with the cry of the furious little witch that stood in the townhouse, Anastasiya sobbed, filled with anger more than sadness as she pushed her things into a bag, her mind racing to where she could go, she wanted to disappear, never see any of the people who had lied to her ever again.

Rhysand was currently cheating on her, cheating on her with Feyre, his mate. He hadn't told her he had found his mate. Anastasiya felt stupid, all his claims of love were fake, she shouldn't have believed him when he said he would love her if she wasn't his mate.

He'd been courting her behind everyone's back. Cassian and Amren knew too, she and Azriel had been kept out of the loop. The revelation that her closest friends had known about this secret, yet chose to keep it from her, only added salt to the wound.

With trembling hands, Anastasiya zipped up her bag, the sound echoing in the empty room. She cast one last glance around the space that had once been filled with laughter and love, now tainted by the bitterness of deception.

As she stepped out into the hallway, ready to leave this place behind forever, a sudden wave of dizziness overtook her. The room spun, and she reached out to steady herself against the wall, her free hand instinctively cradling her stomach. The reminder of the life growing within her, a product of her love for Rhysand, only intensified the ache in her heart.

"Stasiya..." Azriel moved from his shadows behind her, she'd always been able to tell where he was but this time she didn't have a clue this time.

"Why would he do this to me?" Anastasiya sniffed, turning on her heel to press her face into Azriel's chest, holding him tight.

"I'm so sorry, darling..." Azriel comforted her, hand stroking her hair, "How can I help?" he cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears away.

"I... I need to get out of here..." Anastasiya's lip quivered, feeling a sudden flip in her emotions. "I... Need to go to Autumn... I have friends there, I want them."

The Autumn witches, Anastasiya had been friends with them for a long time, and only Azriel was the one who knew that part of her life, the only one she had told she was a witch. He was the only one who knew her.

Azriel's heart broke seeing Anastasiya in such distress. He held her close, letting her cry into his chest as he stroked her hair soothingly. "Shh, it's alright, I've got you," he murmured. "We'll get through this together."

He understood her desire to escape, to surround herself with familiar faces and comforting memories. The Autumn Court held a special place in her heart, a sanctuary untouched by the recent revelations.

Azriel cupped her face tenderly, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "Of course, darling. I'll take you there myself. You deserve to be surrounded by those who truly care for you." He picked her up, one arm under her knee and the other her neck to pick her up. His shadows supported her things in the air.

Azriel flew fast, court to court, over the waters till the Autumn trees came into sight, he landed between where Autumn met Spring, a quick loophole to avoid detection by either High Lords, in the time he'd been flying, Anastasiya had fallen asleep. He momentarily walked around the woods, trying to find the hut his friend had described plenty of times.

While he was looking for the hut a female appeared in front of him, "By the Cauldron, is that Anastasiya?"

Azriel watched the female, his shadows hissing at her power but not approaching her, he noted her unusual green eyes, bright red hair, and the way he could sense her power that his friend always talked of, "Are you Aradia? My friend need you, please."

"Yes," Aradia nodded, flashing before him, glowing red, sensing something that wasn't right, demanding. "What happened to her? WHO HURT HER?"

Azriel couldn't help but flinch at the powerful tone, he'd never actually felt a witch's power over him, "She'll tell you that herself, but she wished to be with you, please help her."

It was his genuine tone that softened Aradia, "Of course, I will." She took Anastasiya from him, "Do not tell anyone she is here now."

"I wasn't planning on it... Thank you." Azriel nodded in his farewell before he flew out.

Aradia cradled Anastasiya in her arms, her keen senses picking up on the faint aura of pregnancy surrounding the younger woman. A pang of protectiveness surged through her veins.

{General Taglist- @nox-ceur @lilah-asteria @paleidiot @dee-writes-smut @adalia-jaycee @anarchiii @alwayshave-faith @velarisnightsky444 @minnieoo}

{Eris Taglist- @fxckmiup @slut4acotar @secret-third-thing @shadowsingers-mate @fieldofdaisiies @st4r-girl-official}

[perkypeony]

𝕊ℍ𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔼𝔻

Gojo Satoru x wife reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ(ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ), ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ, ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʟᴏss, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇss, ᴘᴛsᴅ, sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ

The moment Gojo Satoru was unsealed from the prison realm, the world felt gloomy. He was free, but the sight before him was anything but welcoming. His wife—the love of his life, his biggest supporter—lay on the ground, she was a ghost of the woman he missed so dearly.

Her body was bruised and battered, her clothes torn and bloodstained. Her eyes, once so full of life, were now vacant, staring blankly ahead. As he approached, his heart shattered at the sight of her broken form.

"My love, it's me," he whispered, his voice trembling. He reached out to touch her, but she flinched violently, a guttural scream escaping her lips. The sound tore through him like a blade, raw and agonizing.

Her eyes darted around wildly, unfocused and filled with terror. She let out choked sobs, clutching her head as if trying to block out some unseen horror.

"It's okay," he tried to soothe you, holding back his own tears from falling freely. "I'm here now. You're safe."

But she didn't hear him. She couldn't. Her mind was lost in the abyss of pain and fear. She looked at him then, her eyes catching his cerulean blue eyes for a fleeting moment. There was a flicker of something—recognition, perhaps—but it was gone as quickly as it came.

"Do you remember me?" he asked, desperation seeping into his voice. But she only shook her head, her expression one of sheer panic and confusion. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, a heart-wrenching wail echoed through the silence.

Satoru reached out again, trying to comfort her, but she struggled against him, her movements frantic and desperate. "No, no, please!" she screamed, her voice cracking with the intensity of her fear. Her hands pushed weakly against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to get away.

"It's me, Satoru," he repeated, his heart breaking with every sob that escaped her lips. "I would never hurt you."

But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. She continued to struggle, her body writhing in his grasp as she fought to free herself from an imagined threat. It was only after several agonizing minutes that her strength began to wane. Exhaustion overtook her, and her struggles grew weaker, her cries becoming soft, pitiful whimpers.

Finally, she collapsed against him, her body shaking with silent sobs. Satoru held her tightly, his dam of tears finally broke. With painstaking gentleness, he lifted her into his arms. She was light, too light as if the essence of her had been drained away. "I'll take care of you," he vowed, his voice breaking. "I promise."

Satoru brought her to see Shoko and only right then he knew what happened to his wife. She was gone after Sukuna took over Megumi's body. Nobody witnessed Sukuna kidnap her but judging by her current state, it might be true. Whatever Sukuna had done to her, it had twisted her mind beyond recognition. Shoko advised Satoru to seek out professionals, as this is not her field. Shoko spoke of symptoms of PTSD and its treatments, but all Satoru could see was the shell of his beloved wife.

Days blurred into nights as he sat by her side, his heart aching with every sob, every flinch. He tried to comfort her, to remind her of who she was, but it was like reaching for a ghost. She would stare at him with eyes that saw nothing, lost in her own torment.

One particularly cold night, she awoke screaming, her body shaking with uncontrollable terror. Satoru held her, his own tears mingling with hers. He tried to hold back his tears, determined to be strong for her. However, he is the weakest when it comes to his wife, his heart can't bear seeing her suffering. "It's okay, it's just a nightmare," he whispered, though he knew her waking reality was far worse.

She pushed him away, crawling into a corner of the room, her eyes wide with fear. "Don't touch me!" she cried, her voice raw and broken. "Please, don't hurt me!"

The words cut deeper than any blade. "I would never hurt you," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I love you."

But she couldn't hear him. Her mind was trapped in the horrors Sukuna had inflicted, and there was no reaching her. She looked at him, her eyes filled with such profound sorrow and fear that it took everything in him not to break down completely.

He took her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. She flinched, but this time, she didn't pull away. "I'm not him," he said softly. "I'm Satoru. Your husband."

She looked at him, confusion tarnishing her features. "Satoru?" she repeated, the name foreign on her lips. "I... I don't remember."

His heart clenched painfully. "It's okay," he said, though it was anything but. "We'll get through this. Together."

But the days were long and the nights even longer. She was a ghost, haunted by memories too painful to recall and too traumatic to forget. Every step forward was met with a stumble back. Her laughter was a distant memory, her smiles a rarity.

One day, as the sun set, painting the sky in hues of red and gold, he took her to a secluded spot they once loved. She sat beside him, silent and trembling. "We used to come here all the time," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You loved watching the sunset."

She turned to him, her eyes reflecting the fading light. For a moment, just a moment, he saw a glimpse of the woman he fell in love with. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice fragile.

"It is," he agreed, his heart breaking all over again. "Just like you."

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, the moment passed. She looked away, lost once more in the darkness of her mind. He reached out, taking her hand in his. "I love you," he said, hoping against hope that some part of her remembered.

Tears filled her eyes, and she looked at him with a sorrow so deep it felt like drowning. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I still don't remember who you are."

The words were a dagger to his heart. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he could somehow piece her back together. "It's not your fault," he said, his voice breaking. "None of this is your fault."

Sukuna had hoped to break him, to shatter him as he had shattered her. But instead, Satoru found a fierce, burning resolve. He would not let this destroy them. He would fight for her, for the woman she was and the woman she could be again.

Every day was a battle, but he fought it willingly, with all his heart. Because no matter how broken she is, she's still his wife, his love, his everything. And he would spend every moment proving that love could heal, even the deepest wounds.

[meraki24601]

I'm The Bad Guy

“So, it really was you. From the very beginning.” Caretaker sighed as they closed the door behind them. The fewer people who saw the horrors that had been done to the unfortunate victim, the better. 

Blood dripped from Whumpee’s hands, splashing into the puddle below as they laughed, “Finally! I thought you would never catch on. I was starting to get bored.”

It was a mistake on Whumpee’s part not to have Caretaker pull their hands from their pockets—or maybe it was intentional. There was a chance Whumpee knew the Caretaker had hidden an emergency call button on their right and a small recording device on their left. “I knew. I didn’t have proof, but I knew. I’m sorry I couldn’t act sooner.”

“You’re apologizing to me? Ha!” Whumpee knelt at their victim’s side, “Shouldn’t you save that for them? Their family? They stayed so strong for so long, but even though you say you knew, you did nothing to stop me. Now, both of us know exactly what color their intestines are.”

“Hey,” Caretaker’s voice was firm as they took two solid steps closer. “It’s over. Whumper is going to jail. You don’t have to keep doing this to yourself.”

The laughter that filled the room was dripping with insanity. “Whumper? Whumper isn’t here. Whumper didn’t do this. I did. Arrest me! Take me to prison. Lock me up for three lifetimes or more!”

“This isn’t your fault.”

Caretaker fell to their knees as Whumpee’s fist connected with their jaw. “Enough! Stop making excuses. You can see what I’ve done. Can’t you imagine the kind of pain they must have been in before they died? Every single one, every single time. I listened to their screams. I washed their blood from my hands, my clothes, and my mind. Now, arrest me before I kill you, too.”

“He’s safe. We found where Whumper was keeping your brother. I’m sorry, I can’t let you see him, but we managed to save him from that rotting cabin.”

“You’re lying.”

“That alone is reason enough to keep Whumper behind bars. They were caught at the scene. They’re being held at a maximum-security facility. Friend and I chose their guards personally.”

“It’s a lie! You’re lying. You, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Arrest me! It’s all there is left for me.”

Caretaker pulled Whumpee to the ground and into their arms. “Breathe, my friend. It’s over. You don’t have to keep pretending.”

Whumpee shook, trying weakly to pull themselves from Caretaker’s hold. “No! You’re lying. You’re a liar. Liar. Liar! Whumper would never let my brother go. I’ll never be free. My brother isn’t safe because, because if that’s true, then they… I killed them. I killed them for nothing.”

Whumpee’s desperate struggles turned to sobbing and clinging to Caretaker so hard they heard their shirt rip in the back from where Whumpee clutched it. “Why did you kill those people?”

“Whumper! They took my brother. They, they, they hurt me. Whumper tore me apart and put me back together and told me if I didn’t do it to whoever they said and, and frame Friend… They said… My brother. They were going to do it to my brother. Only, they promised me he wouldn’t survive. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to, but I… I didn’t… Whumper was…”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Caretaker reached into their pocket to turn off the recording device. They pulled the needle from their pocket and pressed it into Whumpee’s neck as police burst into the room. “Rest now. It’s over.”

[bitchysoulwasteland]

Lucifer Morningstar x Archangel Reader

It wasn’t uncommon knowledge that Lucifer hated Marcus Pierce with a passion. A burning, hell-fire rivalling hatred. So, when he broke Chloe’s heart, Lucifer being Lucifer decided to do something about it.

But, what was uncommon knowledge was that Lucifer was married. To you, Y/n Morningstar, former Archangel before you followed him down to hell. But, you had been gone for years now.

5 years ago:

The mission was going well. Too well. You, Nat and Bucky hadn’t been fired at once. Then, all hell, metaphorically, let loose.

Gunfire came at you all from every angle, which is why you didn’t see the huge Hydra agent behind you as he knocked you straight out.

The Avengers had spent months trying to find you. Lucifer had spent two years trying to find you. He almost broke the ‘no angel shall kill a human’ rule. But none of their searching was to any avail.

Soon enough, everyone gave up. Everyone apart from Lucifer. He still spent his free days, when he wasn’t either with the detective or sorting things at LUX out, trying to bring you back to him.

A killer had struck again. Chloe explained the situation, but Lucifer’s mind was somewhere else. There were a pair of wings on the wall. Angel wings mounted on the wall. And he knew exactly who they belonged to. Emphasis on the past tense.

His eyes filled with rage as he stormed away from the crime scene and into an alleyway. He had to get to Avenger Tower, maybe someone would help him find you. Loki. You were good friends with Loki. Even if no one else wanted to help he was sure the Asgardian prince would.

Within seconds he was at the tower, due to his wings.

Storming through the common room floor, he finally found the raven haired prince.

“She’s alive.”

“She, who?”

“Your best friend. The archangel. My wife. Y/n Morningstar.”

“She was found alive three years ago, Lucifer.” Loki said as you walked into the common room after being on a run with Steve and Bucky, the pair on either side of you.

“Oh, fuck.” You mumbled as you tried to get away from the situation. But, you weren’t fast enough, since halfway to your room, Lucifer stood in your path, his wings in all their glory, taunting you. “What do you want, Lucifer?”

“What do I want? What do I want? I want to know why my wife, there all powerful archangel decided that she would stay here, for three years, completely fine and tell no one anything about it! That is what I want, Y/n!” Lucifer regretted shouting when he saw you visibly flinch.

“I wasn’t completely fine or however it was that you out it. They captured me, experimented on me. They held me prisoner. They took my wings and then they mounted them and put them on a wall in that place where I would be forced to look at them all the time. I wanted to come back to LA, to you and to LUX. But you wouldn’t want a damaged angel. Like you said, I’m supposed to be one of the all powerful archangels. I have no wings, Luci. I’m useless. That’s why I didn’t come back. You wouldn’t want me anyway.”

“Don’t ever say that you’re useless and I wouldn’t want you, my darling. I will always want you and love you. I made a promise when we married that I’d be there for you no matter what. So get that thinking out of your head. I love you, Y/n, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I just- just don’t leave me ever again, please. I don’t know how I’ll cope. You ask the detective about how I’ve been in your absence and she’ll tell you.” Lucifer said, his own tears threatening to spill.

“You really mean all that? You still want me even though I’ve got no wings?”

“I’d want you even if you turned human, lost your angelic abilities and turned into some hideous being.”

“Thanks, Luci.”

“You’re welcome, my dove. Now, show me around this place, I want to know what’s been going on in the time I haven’t been around you.”

[its-jaytothemee]

Tonight...And Every Night - Chapter 1

Pairing: Astarion x Tav, Halsin x Tav; Astarion and Tav POVs

Word count: 1,354; Chapter 1 Tav POV

Rating: Mature

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Summary: Tav fails to convince Astarion to reject the Rite of Profane Ascension and refuses to help him complete it. He leaves her and the party, but regrets his choices later. Angsty and fluffy, POVs from both Astarion and Tav.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Spawn!Astarion, Angst w/ Happy Ending

Author's Note: This was inspired by my playthrough where I somehow failed all of the persuasion checks for Astarion after the Cazador fight, leaving me obviously devastated. First three chapters will come together, then hopefully one or two at a time after that!

Tav walked through the blood that soaked into every crevice of the dungeon floor. Her arms were heavy from swinging her massive greatsword through undead flesh. The red glow from the magic holding six of Cazador’s seven spawn cast a sinister shadow on the scene before her. Astarion stood shirtless, breathing heavily, a wild mask of pain and rage spread across his face. He stood above a kneeling Cazador, his master, his torturer. Holding an intricate dagger that was constructed around a small wooden stake, he was finally able to face down the source of his torment on his own terms. Shadowheart and Gale watched behind them, wary of any potential reinforcements that could interrupt them. Halsin followed Tav, staying a few steps behind her as she approached her lover.

“Astarion…” She spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. His eyes snapped up to her, but he remained silent.

“Go on, boy.” Cazador spat, unable to hide the pain he felt.

“One more thrust…” Astarion started slowly, and for a moment, Tav saw the angry mask start to crack, “and I’ll be free of you. I’ll never have to fear you again.” He took a deep breath.

“But if I finish the ritual you started,” His face twisted once again, this time into something unrecognizable, “I’ll never have to fear anyone ever again.”

Tav felt her stomach drop. This is what she had been afraid of from the moment they set foot in Baldur’s Gate. Everything around her seemed to move in slow motion. Cazador was speaking back to Astarion, still looking smug. She shook the fog from her mind and focused again.

“…I made you to be consumed.” Cazador sneered, obviously enjoying the pain this was causing his spawn.

“I am so much more than what you made me!” Astarion shot back, his breathing even quicker than before. He turned to face Tav.

“I can do this, but I’ll need your help.” The face before her was twisted beyond recognition from the beautiful pale elf she had fallen in love with.

“Astarion, if you do this, you’ll be killed.” She could feel her voice breaking as she said the words. Being this close to the horrible power of the Rite of Profane Ascension was warping him and she feared its pull would be too strong for her to drag him away. He responded with a laugh, the sound would usually fill her with warmth, but today it just filled her with dread.

“Don’t worry darling, I know what I’m doing. You can show me my scars using the tadpole, which I can then carve into Cazador.” He spat out Cazador’s name with a particular venom in his tone.

“What?” Cazador sat up abruptly and Astarion kicked him back down.

“You’ll kill all of those prisoners! People you brought here for him! You can’t condemn them to death again, not after we promised their families!” She couldn’t hide the shaking in her voice.

“These people died years ago! They’re nothing, nothing compared to the power I can obtain from their souls. They can serve a higher purpose.” His voice was growing louder, his tone more desperate.

“Astarion please…” She pleaded.

“This is what we need, my dear. With this power, we can have a life together, a real life. Isn’t that what you want?” Tears were gathering at the edges of his eyes.

“Of course I do, but not like this! What kind of life can we have that’s built on the destruction of seven thousand lives?” She could feel the blood rushing to her face, rising with her voice, tears stinging the cuts on her cheek. She forced herself to soften her tone.

“I want you to be able to live a life you’re proud of, my love. You can’t tell me you would be proud of this. All I need is you, exactly as you are.” She held his gaze and watched his expression darken at her words.

“Are you going to help me or not?” His voice was as cold as ice. All traces of the love and affection he had shown her in their time together was gone. This was not the Astarion she knew, this was the tortured, desperate vampire spawn who was mere moments away from ultimate power and revenge. She had hoped that she could be enough for him, that she could help him let go, but now she realized it was all a fool’s hope. How could someone like her ever be more tempting than that kind of power?

Behind Tav, she heard her companions voicing their protests to Astarion, begging him to reconsider. She heard Halsin speaking to her, pleading with her to resist him. She could barely comprehend what they were saying, her own thoughts were a raging storm threatening to drown her at sea. As the overlapping voices started to fill the chamber, Tav kept her eyes locked on Astarion’s. She was searching, taking in every line and detail of his face trying to find a crack in the mask. But there was nothing. The pit in her stomach threatened to swallow her whole as she had a choice to make. Condemn seven thousand innocent souls, including children, to their death, or risk losing the man she loved.

“I…I can’t…” Her voice cracked, tears coming more forcefully now, “I won’t.” The look of betrayal on his face cut deeper than any sword. He frantically looked from her to their other companions, who silently took her side.

“Fine. Then I guess I’ll just have to enjoy this.” He turned to Cazador and grabbed him by the hair to hold him in place. He screamed as he plunged the dagger into Cazador’s chest, over and over and over again. He continued stabbing Cazador’s dead body until his slick hands could no longer hold the dagger. His entire body was dripping with blood. He fell to his knees, half sobbing, half screaming, releasing two hundred years of pain and rage with his cries. Tav couldn’t remember hearing anything more heartbreaking. She waited a moment before taking some tentative steps toward him.

“Astarion…?” She called out to him quietly. He didn’t move or respond.

She continued moving toward him, slowly. Kneeling beside him, she reached out to try and touch his arm. He snapped his head toward her and slapped her hand away.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” He hissed. The hostility in his voice caused her to jump to her feet.

“I trusted you and you betrayed me.” His voice was quiet and angry.

“Astarion, I-” She tried to speak up, holding her stinging hand.

“You took everything from me.” He interrupted, glaring at her through his ruby eyes.

Tav stood there in stunned silence. She didn’t expect him to turn on her so quickly. While holding her gaze, her thoughts wandered back to the prisoners being held here. Her eyes briefly flashed to Cazador’s staff on the ground. Astarion caught the brief change in her gaze, and he let out a demented cackle.

“Oh no, darling. If I don’t get my freedom, then neither do those wretches rotting in the cells.” He lifted the staff off the ground, ready to break it over his leg.

“No!” Tav screamed.

Before she could move to grab it, a thorny vine whipped out from behind her and grabbed the staff out of his hands. She turned around to see Halsin gripping the staff with both hands, a look of pure disgust twisting his face. A small sigh of relief huffed out of her chest. Astarion let out a frustrated growl.

“Fine! Whatever this is…was…argh! It’s over.” He threw his hands up in frustration and turned to storm off. Tav took another step toward him, staring in disbelief. He turned to look over his shoulder and met her gaze. For just a moment, she could have sworn she saw remorse in his eyes, a small glimpse of her Astarion.

“I’d say good luck out there, but honestly,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I hope you all die screaming.” With that, he broke into a run towards the dungeon’s exit.

[botnasty]

Part Two: Nirvana

Pairing: Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader  

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for the man is too proud to let you go. That’s when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer, with him you’ll finally be free of pain... right?

Words: 3.2K

Warning: ANGST, mention of cheating, manipulation, threat, psychological abuse, mention of abuse, divorce, hurt/comfort, FLUFF, beefy!Ari Levinson, size difference, size kink, mention of sex, masturbation (F),

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A part of you had hoped he would never find out, a sliver of hope, but, of course, it was Ransom we were talking about. The man had ears and eyes everywhere. The man could buy anything he wanted. “How do you know?” You said a small voice. 

“Oh, cut the shit. You know damn well how I know. Stay the fuck away from him. If I hear one more time about how you’re gonna divorce, I'm getting out the legal or illegal way. I dont give a flying shit. ”

You gulped. Even over the phone he had so much power over you. To think there was a time you didn’t mind it. You let him spoil you with gifts, trips and love and in exchange you gave him your full attention. Now, he had taken advantage of that and you were now in a spiral that you could never leave. 

Ransom would forever have a part of your life and you had to live with it. 

“And don’t think, I’m fucking playing, so don’t try to cross me, Bunny else…” You didn’t want him to finish that sentence. And dread filled you as he used the nickname that used to be filled with love, but now with distaste “You know what happened the last time you did.”

You knew it very well. It was a few months after you got married. Even before you were married, Ransom kept on telling you how your friends were a bad influence on you, how they were changing you and controlling you, but you didn't believe him one bit. You loved your girlfriend. You had known them for years, so if they really were as toxic as Ransom proclaimed, you would’ve noticed way before. 

Every time he would say something bad about your friend, you would defend and things would either turn into a fight or just the silent treatment, but you loved him, undeniably so, and would always come back to him in the end. Crawling to him, saying how you were sorry about the fight.

After the wedding, that’s when Ransom finally cracked. You had been planning for weeks to go see your girlfriend and spend the day shopping and going to the art museum. You even told Ransom days in advance, but he brushed it off, but when the day finally came, he exploded. 

“You can’t go see them. You know how much I fucking hate them.”

You placed your hand on your hips. “And why not, Hugh?” You would call him that when you were angry at him because you knew how much he didn’t like that name. “I’m not your fucking prisoner. You can’t keep me in this mansion.”

“Don’t fucking try me.” He fumed, stepping closer to you, his warm breath touching your face. He placed one hand around your neck and made you look up to him. “You’re my fucking wife. You’ll do what I fucking say.”

You glared at him, your hands on his heaving chest, trying to push him away. “You can’t do this to me Ransom. I’m not an object”

He squeezed your jaw more, his nails biting in your skin. “I’ll tie you up to fucking bed for a week if you even try to get out of that door. You swore your life to life.” Your mouth opened, a tremor going through your body. You knew his treat was real. He did it once before.

You took a long breath. “You’re fucking sick, Hugh.”

He smiled at you. “Through sickness or health right, bunny?” He pushed you away and presented you with the palm of his hand. “Your phone, wife.” You glared at him and he did it back. “Your. Phone.” He said harsher, his voice hiding revealing all the anger he was feeling. His blue eyes that once held so much love and lightness, were now dark, full of no-good promises.

Your  hand shakily retrieved your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and you gave it to him. “Good girl. Now here is what we are gonna do. You’re gonna go upstairs, remove all your clothes and wait for me on all four on the bed.”

You opened your mouth to retort back, but he placed his hand on your mouth, making it even impossible to move your head. “Do as you’re told.” And he pushed you away,  his eyes darting towards you and the stairs that lead upstairs. As rage coursed inside of your vein, you did as he said, your eyes blinded with tears. 

The next day, you found your phone completely broken.

After that day, everything went down. With Ransom not letting you get out of the house, he wouldn’t even let you go to work, and with no phone to your disposition, you felt like you were gonna go insane. You had been so used to seeing different people everyday, interacting with them, that only seeing the same person all day, everyday for a week was making you feel anormal. 

But what you hadn’t expected was what Ransom would have done during that week. 

Ransom was finally away to deal with some business he couldn’t deal with at home. So you were finally alone. You had planned to go out and finally see your friends, Sam and Marna, but before you could even touch the door knob, a loud knock reasoned in the empty house. 

With a smile, you opened the door and you were about to let out a cry of joy of seeing who it was. It was Marna with an empty expression on her face. 

“Marnie? What’s going on?” You tried to touch her shoulder, to hug her because she was probably feeling down about something, but she slapped your hand away. 

“You fucking bitch.” She gravely said. You took a step back. “How fucking dare you.”

“Wha—“

She scoffed. “Oh, don’t fucking play play innocent now. You know what you did.” You shook your head frantically. Confusion all over you. Your head trying to find what could make her hate you. Was it because you didn’t go shopping with her and Sam? Was it because you didn’t respond to an important text? But those were reasons you could easily explain if she would let you talk. 

“Marnie, I can explain—“ She cut you off once again and that frustrated you.

“Explain what? How you broke my relationship with your lies?” What? “How you said to Jake that I cheated on him, when it is completely false!” She screamed that last part, her hands moving frantically. 

Your hands were shaking. You didn’t do that. Why would she accuse you of doing so? What was going on?

“I couldn’t—“ You tried to explain fast so she wouldn’t cut you off, but she still did. 

“I don’t want to hear it.” She took a step back from you. “I don’t want to speak, hear or see you ever again.” Tears were streaming down both of your faces. She couldn’t leave you. She wouldn’t. She would let you try to explain, right? 

As she took steps back, you took a step closer, your arms frantically calling to her. Your mouth was wide open, but no sound would escape. “I wish to never see you again.” With a final glance over you, she took off in her car and your knee gave up on you. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been crying outside. Your knees were hurting from the stone of the pavement, but you didn’t care, your heart hurts more. 

“Bunny?” A voice called to you. “Bunny, what’s going on?” A pair of arms lifted you up the ground and you cried into their neck. “She left.” Was all you said. “She left.”

“Who left, bunny?”

“She left. I’m alone.”

Ransom tutted in your hair. His nose is nuzzling the top of your head. “You’re not alone, Bunny. You have me.” He picked you up in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist. “You’ll always have me.”

After that day, it’s when Ransom made you quit your job and make you focus solemnly on him. All of him. And you had doubts that it was him. 

And one day he did confess to it all. When he confessed all you did was cry. Cry for the way your life turned out because of him. 

You didn’t try to make new friends after that day. You had accepted the fact that you would be alone for the rest of your life. 

“I gotta go, but remember: don’t try to cross me or I’ll make your life a living hell.” With that the call disconnected. 

The moment the call ended, your mind was running wild. You can’t go meet Ari, what if he sees? What if he gets out? You can make Ari pay because of you.

Frantically, you scrolled down your contact again and called Ari once again. It rang two times before he picked up. “Miss? Are you at the cafe yet?” He asked you. 

You shook your head, your hands shaking. “He called. I can’t. He called.”

Ari sighed and called your full name.

“I can’t Ari. He’s going to get out. He knows about the divorce. He’s never going to leave me alone.” As you rambled, Ari said your name repeatedly. 

“Sweetheart.” That stopped you and made your heart beat fast. “Listen to me.” You sat down on a chair. “He can’t get out. He’s in a prison where everyone hates him.”

“He can still get out and hurt me, hurt you.” You added. 

“Let him. Let him come, I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise you that. I can handle a prissy rich kid's anger.”

Your breath was short. “I’m scared, Ari.”

“I know you are, sweetheart. Just know you’re not alone. I’m here with you at every step.”

You nodded. “Okay… I’m coming.”

“Good. I’ll see you very soon, sweetheart. Drive very carefully.”

“I will. Thank you.” And the call disconnected. 

The little bell on the top of the door jiggled as you opened the door of the coffee shop. You’ve never been there before and the first thing that popped in your mind when you stepped in was: cozy. 

Everything was made of solid dark wood, a few plants here and there and a bookshelf with a sign ‘Please take one’ in the far back. 

You never would imagine the big giant that is Ari to be here, in this place. When he invited you for dinner, you thought it would have been in a restaurant or a more modern place, but this place, you loved it. 

Your eyes landed on the not so many patrons in the place, some students writing on their laptop, others just reading and right where the bookshelf was the man of the hour. 

You took a deep breath, your eyes going from the wide window of the coffee shop, looking to see if there was someone, a journalist, anyone, and back to Ari’s big carrure. The man back was in front of you, you could see all the tense bulging muscles of his back and shoulder under his shirt and your mind betrayed you with a flash of him grabbing your legs and placing them on his broad shoulder.

What was wrong with you? And why did that man do things to you?

You immediately shook your head and walked up to him. “Mr. Levinson?” You called. He turned towards you and smiled, dimples appearing on the corner of his lips. 

He said your name. "Come sit.” He gestures to the chair in front of him. He got up and you yelped as he helped you sit down. It had been so long since anyone did something like that to you you couldn’t help but blush. A little ‘Thank you’ left your lips as he sat back down.

“So…” He clapped his hands together. “Before we start anything, do you want something? I’m paying.” He pointed behind him to the barista. You shook your head. “No, I’m okay, Mr. Levinson, thank you tho.”

He smiled. “Not even a little muffin, an eclair?” Your ears perked up and Ari must have seen the look of absolute bliss because he laughed,  a deep laugh that made your thighs clench together, and got up. “An eclair it is.”

“I’m gonna repay you.” You pulled up your purse, but he stopped you by grabbing your hand. “Don’t even think about it. I’m the one who invited you for lunch. Let me pay.” You were about to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips. “Please, let me do this for you.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and nodded. “Okay, Mr. Levinson, but next time I’m paying.”

“Next time…” He hummed. “I like that.” You couldn’t help but bite your lips. He pulled himself straighter. “Now, stay put and I’ll be back very soon.” And he walked away, your eyes bulged out a little when you saw his ass and immediately looked away, biting your lips. Man had such a grabbable ass…

Instead, you looked at what was on the table, a cup of almost finished coffee, papers and… a book? Curious, you picked it up and read the cover. “The Count of Monte Cristo…” You mumbled. You had heard of this book, but never read it before. 

“It’s a great book. You should read it someday” Ari said as he placed the plate in front of you. 

“I didn’t perceive you as someone…” You started.

“As someone who reads?” He finished and you felt embarrassed for judging him. “It’s okay, I get that comment a lot.” He smiled.

“I’m sorry.” He placed his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay. I only started to read not long ago anyway…”

You tilted your head. “What made you start?” Ari’s blue eyes turned darker and you guessed it was something he didn’t want to talk about. “Something.” That was all he said.

He grunted. “What about you? We all have something we love. What’s your thing?” You took a hold of the eclair, and took a big bite when he asked you that question. You covered your mouth trying to answer, but that just made him laugh. And, just like that, his eyes got lighter.

“Painting.” His eyes widen.

“You paint?” He asked, taking his cup of coffee in his hands. It looked so small in his hands and you were wondering how you felt in his hands.

He took a sip of his coffee, his lips around the rim of the cup and your mind flashed to them around your clit, but blinked and it was gone. His eyes not leaving yours as you responded. “No, I tried long ago and I couldn’t paint even to save myself. I just like the history of art, finding the meaning behind them. I also like to know about the artist behind them, what made them want to paint such things, what technique they used.” You bit your bottom lip when you found him still staring at you, a smile on his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m rambling.” Something Ransom never liked you to do. When your mind went to him, you wanted to punch yourself.

For the first time in years, you felt good. You had been happy, but he had to go ruin it, like he always does.

“Hey.” He softly called out to you. “You can ramble as much as you want. It’s nice to hear your voice. To see you not as tense as last week.” You smiled at him and took another bite of the eclair. As you swallow the bite, you couldn’t help but notice Ari playing with his beard as his eyes were looking at your lips and throat, but when he saw you eyeing him, he immediately looked away and groaned.

“Well, my lunch is almost over, we should probably look at those papers, right?” He let out a small laugh and you straightened in the chair.

“Of course, that’s why we came here, right?”

“Right…” He muttered.

That night, you woke up sweating. It was the same dream as all the night before. The same one every night ever since you met Ari. It always started the same and finished the same way, but today was different.

Today it has been more intense, which is why you couldn’t help yourself, but glide a finger in your panties to try to relieve the emptiness you were feeling. Your walls were clenching and pulsing, begging to be filled by anything at this moment.

The moment the pad of your fingers brushed your engorged clit, you moaned and threw your head against your pillow. Your eyes closed, making it easier for you to relive the dream. The dream in which Ari is bending you over the desk in his office. His warm hands caging you in between the furniture and his big body. The man was so much bigger and taller than you and just thinking about it made you wetter than ever, you could feel some oozing out of your lips and down to your ass and bedsheet.

Two of your now fully lubricated fingers drew circles around your clit as you imagined again all the kiss he left on your skin, all the places his hand grabbed, all the places he touched, left a mark. You whimpered. Thinking of him owning you is what made you slide a finger inside of your wet walls, a breathy moan escaping your lips.

You were so wet in this moment, you could almost smell the sex in the air. You so wish he were here right now to take care of you. You almost moaned his name when you slid another finger inside of you and then another one. Your walls clenched as pictures of him taking his big girthy cock out and grinding it against your petals, the tip always touching your clit like the palm of your hand was doing at this moment. 

To feel that man’s cock, must be like touching nirvana. You felt see it, the way you would struggle to take all of him, how you’re gonna have to open up for him, how he’s gonna have to go inch by inch inside of you.

And the bulge that it’s gonna form on your stomach, made you moan loudly just thinking of it, your other hands touching the place, like you could feel it right at this moment. The man could crush you and you would be so turned on by it. You already are.

And his voice, the way he talked, especially in your dream, made you whimper and whisper a little ‘fuck’ under your breath.

You wanted him.

You wanted his beard burning your thighs as he ate you out, his tongue playing with your clit, his lips wrapping around the bundle and sucking. You wanted everything from him. Your mind was going crazy with pleasure as you fucked yourself harder with your fingers.

In.

That’s it fuck yourself on my cock

Out.

You feel so fuckin good, so tight.

In.

Barely able to take my cock.

Out.

My pussy.

In

All mine.

And you came on your fingers. Screaming his name in the night.

Thank you so much for reading :) Feel free to reblog and tell me what you think. Also, I realize I’m kinda having a hard time with dialogue ans smut sometimes and I’m sorry for that, I’m slowly working on that. 

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It’s Been A Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader ch 3

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Warnings: A/B/O, some light angst

Tags:  @kyrah-williams  @oceanmermaidwitch @shawnie--jo 

Amoretta woke to the sound of a familiar alarm blaring through the compound. It was loud enough to make her wince and curl up, seeking out the warmth of her alpha while he laid next to her. She knew what the sound meant; he was officially finished with his rut, and they were going to be separated again. 

The thought made her heart ache. She couldn’t take much more of this. All she wanted was to stay by his side, her instincts telling her that he was the perfect one to watch over and protect her even if she didn’t need a protector. Though all of her suppressants greatly toned down the way she yearned and cried for him, nothing could erase those feelings completely, and each time the guards came to take him away from her, it hurt a little bit more. 

“‘Mega,” he said, voice extra low and rumbly from sleeping. 

“Alpha,” she sighed, rubbing her nose against his neck. 

He returned the gesture, tucking his face down into her scent gland and inhaling deeply. Even though she didn’t smell as strongly as omegas he encountered while out in the field, he loved her scent more than anything he had ever found before. Plus, her own scent being weaker meant that it was easier to cover her with his, and before the guards could come in and order him to leave, he made sure to rub his own gland all over her hair.

Amoretta sighed happily as he scented her, enjoying the smell of motor oil and cloves. If she was lucky, it wouldn’t fade before she got to see him again, and she would be able to at least catch a slight hint of him in her hair whenever she moved. 

“My omega,” the soldier purred, nosing her cheek to try and get her to look at him. 

She smiled softly, placing a hand on his jaw. “Your omega.”

The sound of a metal door sliding open made her close her eyes. She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to go back to her cell and spend another three months bored. 

“Longing,” a Russian voice over the intercom suddenly said. 

Amoretta let out a dejected breath. They were taking him away again. 

Her alpha moved to get up, listening to the words he had heard countless times before. His body was moving of its own volition, his limbs untangling themselves from hers even though he wanted to stay right there with her forever. 

“Rusted.”

He growled softly, a hand lingering on his omega’s neck. 

“Furnace.”

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, staring up at him with big, sad eyes. 

His hand moved to cup her cheek, a calloused thumb brushing over her skin. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to do as she asked. 

“Daybreak.”

He knew he was supposed to listen to the trigger words. They always commanded him, keeping him in check so that he could never have too much free thought. This time, he knew they would be followed by orders to get up and go back to his quarters so that he could await further instruction. 

But he didn’t want to.

“Seventeen.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he had had such a strong urge to disobey. It wasn’t overpowering, by any means, but it was enough for him to hesitate instead of walking away immediately. 

“Benign.”

The omega on the cot looked distraught.  He didn’t like it. He wanted her to be looking at him, paying attention to him, keeping her focus on him. She shouldn’t be staring at the wall, averting her gaze from the naked alpha before her. 

“”Mega,” the soldier said, getting her attention again. 

“Nine.”

“Hm?” she looked at him, and she felt like she was getting caught up in those icy blue eyes. 

“Homecoming.”

For a moment, he just looked down at her. She was so lovely, so perfect. 

“Be good.” he said.

She sat up slightly, staring at him. He had never said that before, not like that, not in that way. He called her good omega, good girl, pretty omega...he told her to be obedient, he praised her whenever she listened to him...but he had never told her be good, not with that tone. It was almost like...a warning, or...a promise?

“One.”

His nostrils flared, chest heaving with a sigh as he turned away from her. 

“Wait!” she called, reaching for him. 

But he was already facing the door. 

“Freight car.”

The soldier bowed his head. “Ready to comply.”

Amoretta let out a pitiful wail, watching helplessly as her alpha was ordered to return to his cell. The worst part was how he did so, and he seemed so willing to leave her behind. She knew he was under HYDRA’s full control, she knew that they liked to go in and mess with his brain whenever he showed any independence, but it still felt like she was being broken up with every single time she had to watch him leave. 

“Omega,” the voice said as the door slid shut. “Return to your cell and prepare for cryo.”

Another door opened and she stood slowly, wiping away tears that she knew she shouldn’t have had. She felt stupid for caring so much. Her hopes for a better, normal life were always crushed whenever HYDRA separated them again, and watching him walk away like that without a glance back at her was taking its toll on her emotional health. 

Without much other choice, she trudged down the narrow corridor, dragging her feet despite the threat of the cattle prods behind her. While the soldier was obedient enough to be allowed to walk on his own, they never trusted Amoretta, still all too aware of how much she liked to lash out at her handlers. 

They shoved her into her holding cell, where she spent about an hour waiting around before they returned to drag her off to the lab. Sometimes, when the soldier wasn’t going to be needed for a while, HYDRA put him in cryo. Amoretta once heard a doctor saying that it was to preserve his longevity, but she was pretty sure it was just that they didn’t want to deal with him all the time. When that happened, they put her into cryogenesis, too, letting her sleep until her alpha was thawed out. 

She supposed she should be grateful for the long naps, sometimes spending months or even years at a time not having to think about the way that HYDRA kept her as a prisoner, but she hated it. She didn’t like being away from her alpha, and whenever they brought her back out of cryo, she had a tendency to get sick. 

It wasn’t pleasant. 

This time, as the doctors strapped her down, she snarled at them. She was tired of this, tired of her life with HYDRA. She was reaching her breaking point, finally. 

“Quiet,” a beta doctor snapped, picking up a syringe. 

Amoretta rolled her eyes. “Or what?”

He glared at her. “You don’t want to find out.”

“You won’t get rid of me. You need me.” she growled. 

“We don’t need you.” the man scoffed. “We can easily find another omega that can take the serum. You aren’t special, Subject 1096.”

“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you?” she dared to ask. “Why give me a number and keep me around for so long if I’m not important?”

“You omegas are always so sappy.” he said, a disgusted tone to his voice. “You’re convinced the Winter Soldier is your mate, aren’t you?”

“He seems to think so.” she said defensively. 

“Does he?” the doctor pressed the needle to her arm. “Or is he just happy to have something around to fuck?”

Amoretta wanted to bite his hand off for being so rude. She wanted to scream and snap and thrash, proving that they had made a mistake when they decided to give her of all omegas the serum. She was stronger than they knew. She could tear this doctor apart if she got ahold of his hand as he stood just out of her reach. Amoretta wanted HYDRA to regret the day they chose to make her so powerful. 

But the tranquilizer was already being injected into her veins, and she could feel herself floating away. Her vision swam, her skin suddenly feeling cold as she was lowered into her cryo pod for a nice, long, icy nap. 

She wished her soldier was there with her, but he wasn’t. Instead, she was all alone, left to sleep and hope for sweet dreams filled with his cold blue eyes and the low rumble of his voice.

--

“Widow, you copy?”

“Loud and clear, Cap.” a feminine voice said through the earpiece. 

Steve Rogers nodded to himself as he crept through the dark hallways. Checking out abandoned HYDRA bases wasn’t his favorite pastime, but it was an important one, and he’d be damned if he let Nat and Clint go without him for a mission like this. Besides, he owed it to Bucky to make sure everything was taken care of; he knew how much it frustrated his friend that he wasn’t allowed near HYDRA facilities yet. 

But they just couldn’t risk anything happening, not when he had finally managed to free himself of HYDRA’s influence on his mind. 

Thanks, Wakanda.

“What’s your position, Cap?” Natasha asked. 

“Northeast hall,” Steve answered as he rounded a corner. “Looks like medical facilities. There’s no sign of--”

As soon as he had opened his mouth, a row of low emergency lights flickered to life on the floor, illuminating his path and bathing the hallway in a red glow. 

“There’s still power. Stay alert.” he warned. 

“Copy that.”

Shield in hand, Steve made his way to a set of doors, nudging them open as quietly as he could. 

He really wasn’t expecting what he saw. 

He had definitely stepped into some sort of medical bay, gurneys and instruments left abandoned whenever HYDRA had up and left this place. If it weren’t for the staleness of the air and complete absence of life, it would have looked like the doctors had been there only moments before. 

As Steve made his way around crude operating tables, sheet plastic crinkling under his boots, he spotted a soft blue glow coming from a small doorway in the corner of the room. He adjusted his grip, keeping his shield raised just in case, but as he neared the lightsource, he lowered it again. 

“Nat, you’re gonna wanna come see this.”

It only took a few minutes for Black Widow to reach her teammate, and when she did, she let out a low whistle. 

“That’s a cryo pod.” she said, leaning towards the metal device. “And it sure looks like it’s being used.”

“Is whoever’s in it alive?” Steve asked. 

“Only one way to find out. Care to do the honors?” Natasha nodded towards the metal handle on the front of the pod. 

“Is this safe?” Steve put down his shield.

“This place has been abandoned since the late 80s. Seems like the end of the Cold War scared HYDRA away from a lot of their bases.” Natasha said, peering through the small, frosted glass window into the pod. “But there’s definitely someone in there.”

“Well, we can’t exactly lug this whole thing out to the plane,” Steve sighed, grabbing the heavy metal handle. 

As he wrenched it to the side, he could hear a pneumatic hiss, air rushing out of the lock. With a heavy clang, the pod opened, and Steve was able to pull the door to the side. 

Doing so revealed a young woman, her scent too muted by the chill of cryo sleep to tell what her secondary gender was. She was nude, the sight of her causing Steve to avert his gaze in embarrassment. Natasha either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and as she pulled a glove off and pressed her hand to a cold forehead, there seemed to be movement behind the woman’s eyelids. 

“Wow. She’s frozen.” Widow commented, moving her hand down to press two fingers against her neck. “...I’ve got a pulse here, though. We’d better get her out to the transport.”

Steve nodded, taking Natasha’s place as she stepped back to call in their find. Still doing his best to be a gentleman and avoid looking at the girl, he quickly unbuckled the brittle leather straps holding the girl in place, freeing her arms and legs before pulling her out of the pod. Her skin was icy against him, but Nat was right--he could feel her heart beating slowly, her pulse speeding up towards something more normal and less like hibernation. 

“Here. Found this in a cupboard.” Natasha appeared with a musty blanket in her arms, draping it around the woman’s shoulders. 

Steve wrapped it around her before picking her up, finally daring to look down at her now that she was covered. Her hair was long and dark, and though her cheeks were a bit gaunt, no doubt thanks to HYDRA’s general disregard for human life, she didn’t seem too worse for wear. He couldn’t see any bruises on her face or neck, and her scent glands looked to be free of any mating bonds. 

Well, at least she wasn’t missing anybody special, right? Being separated from a bonded mate for so long could kill a person, especially if they happened to be an alpha or an omega. Steve still couldn’t smell for sure, but this girl had such a small stature that he had a suspicion she might be the latter. 

He caught a glimpse of a thin metal identification band around her wrist, almost like the kind used to track wild animals. On it, Steve could see SUBJECT 1096 stamped in, and he couldn’t help but grimace. What did that mean? That she was an experiment?

As he followed Natasha out into the abandoned hallway, the girl in his arms stirred slightly. She rubbed her cheek against Steve’s chest, nuzzling into him as if searching for a scent. When she didn’t seem to find what she expected, he caught her furrowing her brow, her lips turning down in a slight frown. 

“Alpha?” she asked quietly, voice barely audible. 

“You’re safe now,” Steve said, trying to reassure her. She was right, he was an alpha, and he did his best to cover her in a calming scent. The last thing he wanted was a panicked omega on his hands. 

“Not...alpha…” she said weakly, eyes still closed. She raised a hand, grabbing at Steve’s chest with tired fingers. “T-take me home…”

“We’re going somewhere safe,” he said, quickening his pace. “I promise. You’re okay now.”

She let out a tiny whine, squirming half heartedly in his grip. “Want...my alpha…”

As Steve and Natasha walked out of the hidden HYDRA bunker and waited for Clint to bring the plane down, the scent of fresh air finally roused the omega enough that she opened her eyes. Steve looked down at her, worry written all over his face, and as her gaze met his, she looked disappointed. 

Those weren’t the blue eyes she was hoping for. She didn’t know this alpha, and she wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted her soldier back, not this stranger. But she was too tired to fight, still drowsy from her time in cryo, and as he carried her onto the transport, she passed out again, hoping that her alpha would come and find her and take her away from the people she was stuck with now. 

“What--what’s this?” Clint asked, turning in the pilot’s seat as Nat and Steve boarded the plane. 

“She was in cryo,” Natasha said, grabbing an emergency cot and laying it out in the back. “Pulse is there, but we’ve got no idea how healthy she is otherwise.”

“We need to get her back to the tower.” Steve said, setting her down. 

“You got it, Cap.” Clint turned back around. “Weather’s good. Should be just a couple hours til we’re there.”

“I’ll let Bruce know.” Natasha took the copilot’s seat, immediately grabbing a headset to radio back. 

As the craft took off, Amoretta was stuck in an unwelcome sleep. The last thing she wanted was to be unconscious right now, when she knew she was surrounded by unfamiliar alphas. She was grateful for the fresh air, but with it came the scents of people, of strangers, and she didn’t like that one bit. As out of it as she was, she knew that she had been taken out of cryo, and everything else just felt wrong. 

The alpha she had woken up with wasn’t hers. She had been so happy at first, thinking that her soldier had been the one to carry her out of the base...until she caught his scent and realized that it was wrong. The second she knew she was in someone else’s arms, all she wanted to do was thrash and kick and bite, but she simply didn’t have the strength yet.

So she had to settle for sleeping, and, thankfully, dreaming. 

Cryo never seemed to give her dreams, at least not any that she could ever remember. It felt like it had been forever since she had a normal nap, though, and her mind was happy to wander. Thoughts of her soldier swirled around each other, and for the first time in a long time, she was sleeping peacefully.

With nothing else to do, Steve took a seat next to the omega, strapping himself in. And leaning back with a sigh. Who was she, and why was her scent so muted? He had never encountered an omega who was so...well, scentless before. Even when they took suppressants to keep their heats at bay, they still reeked of omega. He never thought anything could change that, but apparently, something could. 

As they flew home, he found himself staring down at her, wondering why HYDRA had her in cryo for so long. She had to be important for them to keep her around, right? They weren’t known for wasting their time with people they couldn’t use. But, then again...what use could they possibly have for an omega who didn’t even smell like one? It didn’t make sense.

“Maybe she was a test subject.” Natasha said, practically reading his mind. 

“Think so?” Steve asked, tearing his eyes away from the omega to look at the spy. 

“We found her in a lab.” She shrugged. “Before the Berlin Wall came down, they had their hands in everything. The Soviets funded countless experiments on omegas.”

Steve frowned. “Guess I missed a lot while I was in that ice.”

“Eh, not much.” Clint said. “Just the same old shit.”

Steve gave him a look.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Same old stuff. Better, goody two shoes?”

“Better.”

Barton snorted a laugh. “Come on, work is the one place I can swear without a kid overhearing! You’ve gotta give me a pass once in a while.”

“Never said you couldn’t swear,” Steve sighed, leaning his head back again. He wanted to know what HYDRA was doing with this omega. Were they experimenting on her? She looked like she was fairly healthy, so whatever they had done must not have taken much of a physical toll on her. 

There was also the matter of why they had left her behind when they abandoned their base. There hadn’t been any signs of struggle, at least not that he had seen. It looked like HYDRA had simply chosen to get up and leave one day a few decades ago, with no obvious reasoning as to why. 

Steve had to admit he didn’t really understand why they did what they did. His job wasn’t to analyze their motives, though; his job was to stop them, and that’s what he was going to do. Rescuing this omega was just one small part of that. Of course, it would help if he knew why he had stumbled across her, and what they had been using her for. 

As soon as they landed, Bruce’s assistants were waiting with a gurney, Dr. Banner himself standing nearby. Steve rushed the still-sleeping omega out, placing her down as gently as he could and then watching as she was taken inside to their medical facilities. 

“So...you found her in cryo?” Bruce asked, following after his new patient. 

Steve nodded stiffly. “There was no one else there. The whole place was running on backup batteries.”

Banner made a thoughtful noise as they walked inside. “She’s been asleep this whole time?”

“She woke up briefly while I was carrying her out to the transport. Other than that, she’s been out cold.”

“We’ll have to run some tests to see what’s going on with her.”

“Is she gonna be alright, Doc?” Steve asked.

Bruce stopped outside the lab doors. “Without knowing how long she was on ice and what exactly they were doing with her...it’s hard to say.”

Steve frowned. 

“But...the fact that she hasn’t gone into shock yet is a good sign.” He turned to enter the room. “I’ll have FRIDAY grab you when I’ve got more answers.”

Steve just nodded, standing back and watching the doctor disappear after the mystery omega. Banner was a good guy, and as an omega himself, he would do everything he could to ensure that this one was well taken care of. Steve had no doubt in his mind that Bruce would see that she pulled through. 

Something wasn’t sitting right about all this, though. The situation was bothering him beyond belief. Seriously, what was going on? What was he missing? What was so special about subject 1096?

Maybe Bucky would have an idea.

[lets-change-history-together]

Hi! Can I ask for headcanons of Senkus reaction when he depretrifies his s/o ? Like would he hug right away or wait , how would he present her to the rest of the people etc.. just what you think I love how you write him 😁😁

OMG YESS, I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE REQUEST FROM ME! ASK ALL YOU WANT! This is gonna be long, but most of my H/C’s are because theres so much that i wanna dive into, i want the characters to feel real as if they could jump out of the screen and hug you and say “its gonna be ok, i’m here”.this prompt was a real challenging one, as i had so many things that i could do with it, however i ended up on this :)

Anyway....

Ishigami Senku x S/O!F!reader : Depretrification.

It had been hundreds of thousands of years since Senku had heard your voice, seen your eyes light up and touch your hands. your lips touching him, your hands around his body, his around yours for a tight hug, he practically fantasized about the moment he would finally meet you again.

when he was petrified, he had so much in his mind, like he was counting and making strategies left and right and his mind was going in circles trying, hoping, to see the light of day.

but whenever he was close to giving up, the thought of you gave him hope and made him keep going.

he swears that at some point, he heard your voice calling out to him, like an outstretched hand awaiting for someone or something to just grab it and take ahold of it, give it a sign that it wasn’t alone.

‘when i get out of here, i’m gonna do everything to save them! 10 billion percent!’

he counted, made plans and tried to theorize everything he could, often pushing himself to the point of being so worn out that-even if he knew death would take him into his grasp if he lost the battle of consciousness- he could just rest.

and then he woke up...

and the sun, the clouds and even the nature around made him take a breath at how new and exciting this world was.

but it also made him to start the long process of work-

of course, he had to survive first and make sure he wasn’t just dancing into deaths hands by being vulnerable.

in between everything, he had to save Taiju and Yuzuriha, defeat Tsukasa, etc of course... but he never forgot you.

everyday that you weren’t with him was another day you couldn’t be together, to hold and cry and laugh, just to be together.

it got to the point that at night, he would wake up and cry out for you, often sending Chrome into a panicked state, like WTF was wrong with Senku?

(of course, when Chrome brought it up to him, Senku made him promise to keep it a secret as there was no way in hell that the information of him having night terrors or looking weak when he was in a position of having to look strong could haunt him in the future.)

after he spent a few months figuring everything out, he went out to try and find you.

Chrome, Kohaku and Gen wanted to help, but it was obvious to anyone that he needed to do it himself- he needed that private time to be vulnerable and loved once he found you.

of course, by this point he needed to get the miracle water from Tsukasa, distracted the guards with a small explosion near by them. when they turned away to investigate, Senku had scooped up all the Nitric acid he needed and fucking bolted.

it took a bit, but through his calculating and observation skills, he found your petrified body.

and that's when he stopped and thought about what he would say, what he would do, and he knew what to do.

It was all a game of chance, to see if your we're awake and waiting for him.

Your body laid on the ground on a small hill, with flowers bursting around your body, as well as moss covering you up 😉

When you asked Senku later, he would reply that he thought time illogically stopped as he looked at the person he had been dreaming and hoping for- the person who encouraged him to never give up.

It was time...

He went over, bent down and poured the Nitric Acid on your face, hoping that the first thing he saw was your eyes meeting his so he can see the love in them again.

And that is exactly what happened.

The stone cracked and suddenly you were free from your prison of stone bolting into his arms, disregarding (or rather, not noticing) your state of undress.

“SENKU!” you cried as you both pulled each other closer to the other one, trying to impossibly get closer to the other more then they already had, their heartbeats mixed into one as they both started crying. “Y/N... I’m sorry I made you wait!” he buckled down and learned onto your shoulder, feeling all the stress and the night terrors melt from his body like wax.

You somehow managed to lift his head up from your shoulder and cup his cheeks, your eyes meeting together, both spilling like over filled cups onto the ground below as the wind swept the leaves and petals around.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

And then you leaned in for a kiss and if he had any doubts that it was a dream melted away in the kiss.

Of course, senku didn’t forget to bring a change of clothes, so once Y/N changed, the headed off.

Senku had no more Nightmares, his stress died down and if he had any doubts for the future, you were here with him, so it didn't matter...

Everyone loved you, especially when they saw how close you two were and how different senku seemed to be.

“I love you, Senku”

“I love you too, you silly girl... Y/N.”

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Grumpy Softie (Spencer Reid x Reader) Smut

Summary: There are a few sure-fire ways to improve a frustrated doctor’s mood.

AN: This is my fic for @reidgraygubler​ for @imagining-in-the-margins​ and @sunlight-moonrise​ fic swap! I hope you enjoy it! Reader is AFAB and uses they/them pronouns. 18+, Minors DNI!

Content Warnings: Grinding, mild choking, mutual masturbation, desk sex.

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Spencer had been cantankerous beyond belief these last few days. His passive aggression seeped through to every action: the harsh clinking of the teaspoon against his coffee mug, the pen scratching against a student’s homework, his brow determined to iron in wrinkles while he read one of many bills.

Mandatory days off from work would have driven him insane were it not for his position at college. Finally, it was Doctor Spencer Reid’s turn to take on the lecture theatre alone, only a hint of nostalgia in his chest for when Gideon was at his side or when he would poke his head around the door with a casefile pressed to his chest. Still wet behind the ears and barely filling out the FBI’s smaller sized vests – let alone the windbreaker.

Now he was leading the class, all eyes on him, and more students were laughing at his jokes.

With a loud sigh, Spencer took off his glasses, leaning back with his fingers rubbing darkness back under his eyes. As if his fractioned sleep schedule wasn’t doing enough of that for him. His desk was weighed heavy under the piles of essays he printed off. He hadn’t moved for three hours and he had no reason to: no classes, he wasn’t hungry nor did he need the toilet. Only one thing could save him from his dismal mood continuing for the rest of the day.

Y/N crawled over his lap with the knowledge that Spencer would not try to push them away. Working his soft spot for them, they settled down upon him and squeezed his shoulders tight.

Blinking against the light, Spencer’s half-closed lids focused on the shadowy face and the left corner of his mouth lifted for them.

“Hey,” He said, his voice low and gravelly.

Y/N leant their nose against his for a second, “Hi.”

“I’m busy, you know?”

“I do. I just missed you.”

“My door is open; you can see me from the couch.”

“Not close enough.”

Prison had done that to the couple. Made them “clingy” despite Spencer’s aversion for touch, but it was understandable. The proxemics between Spencer and Shadow meant nothing but agony if they weren’t touching. That divider, the guards keeping eyes and reaching for guns, batons, at an inch’s worth of movement, those signs screaming: “NO CONTACT BETWEEN VISITORS AND INMATES”. What a hierarchy.

Shadow kept up their smile despite the meaning behind their words. A decent mask to cover the pain on their end because why would they want to burden Spencer with theirs as well as his own? Except that was what their relationship supported and Spencer was able to lift off the mask to welcome all emotion it had been hiding, because that was exactly what Y/N had done for him once he was released.

“This close enough?” He said, wrapping his arms around their waist with his left wrist in his right hand. The link pressed against Y/N’s lower back and nudged them closer. Y/N’s smile was hidden in a bitten lip as they shook their head.

“Oh?” Spencer raised his eyebrows, clicking his tongue. With deliberation, he moved so that Y/N was trapped now by his forearm. His free hand closed tenderly around their neck and gave a light squeeze, “How about this?”

Y/N let out a cross between a whine and a hum. That was the push they wanted and all the confirmation Spencer needed.

Taking the lead, Y/N was up to strip off their trousers and underwear while Spencer undid his belt. There was only so much time; the waistband of his trousers caught underneath his thighs when Y/N returned to his lap. Fluid and practiced motions removed his cock from his underwear, the sound of spit hitting skin followed by the touch of a loving hand. He lavished in the attention for a few seconds. Then he matched their stroking with his own nimble fingers, simultaneously grounding them in each other’s grasp and lifting them away into heaven-like states.

He used Y/N’s own tactics against them and won as they moaned against his lips, pulling away only at the will of his hand. Their own feeble attempts at pulling his hair did nothing to dissuade his speed; the whining only made him more fervent.

That faux innocence, as if Y/N didn’t know what they were doing while practically humping his clothed cock in the middle of his work day, it was intoxicating and he breathed it in from the slope of their neck. Open mouthed, he gripped their cheeks tight and grinded against them.

“Please,” Y/N whispered.

Only because they asked so beautifully. Y/N wobbled before they settled onto his cock. Their clit was flush with his pubic bone before Spencer started moving, digging his heels into the carpet. Seeing, hearing, feeling their bliss, it didn’t take long for him to cum inside them, leading Y/N to climax. They were so needy, so loving as they came in his lap. Spencer kissed their cheek, whispered a few words of gratitude in their ear. He revelled in the moan he got as a reply that was accompanied by a squeeze around him.

“This is almost perfect,” Y/N sighed.

Spencer stopped, his confused pout still pressed up against their skin. “Almost?”

“Too many clothes in the way.”

“Hmm. I agree.” A little laughter was shared between them. “And you’re missing a ring.”

Flexing their fingers behind his neck, Shadow said, “So are you. You want one that vibrates?”

“I uh wasn’t talking about that.”

“I know, hun. I know.” The teasing in their tone was clear. One might not believe they had been begging for release just minutes prior.

“Good idea though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm, I like yours better.”

“Can I tell you something?”

Y/N lifted their head up to look Spencer in the eye, giving him a lazy nod. The twinkle in his eye spread to his smile while he tipped his head over Y/N’s shoulder, “I kinda wanna get the ring from the drawer. But I don’t wanna move.”

Now it was Y/N who was confused. “You’re torn between proposing and not pulling out?”

“Well, since you’ve been good for me…” Spencer began to shuffle on his seat. He stopped instantly as Y/N groaned and clung tighter around to him. Willing some self-restraint, he cupped their thighs and stood slowly with a hand on his chair’s back.

“Spencer please-”

“Almost there, I promise.”

Their laughing hitched with gasps as Spencer placed them down onto his desk, their hands falling amidst paperwork to support themselves with Spencer slanted against their chest. A slide of the desk’s top drawer accompanied the fiddling of documents and Spencer’s craning neck. Y/N couldn’t help themselves. Despite wanting him to achieve his goal, they distracted him with tickling kisses that disturbed his giggles more.

“Got it.” Spencer finally withdrew the box in one hand until it opened and handed over his ring – which he then held between himself and his partner, “So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will.” Y/N still couldn’t believe this was happening. Only the cool ring sliding along their finger kept them anchored, dizzying them with happiness as Spencer kissed it. “We can never tell our kids about this.”

Spencer’s gaze broke from the ring, that and his tone being only things soft about him. “Our kids?”

“I mean,” Y/N looked down, “You’re still inside me. It’s almost like you’re making sure you get me knocked up.”

As per usual, Spencer’s mind worked fast. He licked his fingers and reached down, rubbing their clit. Arching into him, Y/N’s forehead glued to Spencer’s and their eyes studied each other’s reactions. Not even as Spencer guided Y/N to lay back on the desk did they break form and Spencer took advantage of this pull up one of their legs and push himself deeper inside once the angle was right for them. Every time he bottomed out, Y/N let out a squeal. This orgasm was silent as it crested over them. No sound left their agape mouth, no breath for several seconds. When that deep sigh finally left their lungs, Spencer released his too, his hips finally slowing down now that the spike of pleasure threatened to take his control.

“Orgasms help when trying for a baby,” panted Spencer, “Supposedly.”

“Whatever you say, doctor, professor, darling.” Y/N swallowed and sighed, “I hope I didn’t crease any of your students’ assignments.”

“They’re copies. Don’t worry, I’ll just print them off again.”

Shoulders rising and falling, Spencer looked like he had just been freed of the weights of the world, and his face was gentle in expressing his relief. The only tension was in his cheeks with his smile, the apples firm and rosy.

Rolling their eyes was the only response that Y/N could think of, that and: “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Spencer turned his head just to keep eye contact wherever Y/N was avoiding it, following their lolling head and beaming still, “I just took you twice at and on my desk, and now you can’t smile at you?”

“Ugh, go back to being cranky, would you?”

“I can’t, not now I’m engaged to the most wonderful person I know.” Oh, a reminder – if he was able to forget, but his mind was rather occupied beforehand. “When anyone asks, we’ll tell them I got down on one knee at the park after a dinner date.”

“How romantic.”

Unable to discern if this was sarcasm or not, Spencer welcomed Y/N’s arms around his neck and their lips locked to his once more as he sat them up but kept them close – just a little longer.

[seriesxwriting]

I’m gonna end up in prison anyway.

JJ maybank x you! <3

JJ is upset about jhon B being in prison and takes it out on you… but JJ soon realises he’s in the wrong and apologises confessing his love for you at the same time <3.

Warnings- kissing and swearing. I think that’s it.

Also just wanna say that I know all my writing has been outer banks characters but more characters are coming soon I promise. I’m just obsessed with this show at the moment :)

“JJ your an idiot!” I yelled at him once he’d climbed in to the speeding car explaining what he had tried to do. “well I’m going to end up in jail anyway so who fucking cares” JJ ran his fingers through his blonde hair avoiding eye contact with me sitting tight in the seat next to him.

“I fucking care JJ” I mimicked him in a calmer tone.

He looked at me still panting from the run “you alright?” Pope eyed his best in the mirror from the front seat. “Just a shit day” he inhaled and exhaled loudly turning his whole body away from me and staring out the window.

What the fuck was he thinking trying to bust jhon B out with that plan! We needed to prove his innocents not go on the run again.

Ki drove us back to where we were staying in silence. Her and pope went off in to the night talking about some random stuff, giggling some might say flirting. “y/n” he called out when I was walking away from the car minding my own business “what”.

JJ came around to my side climbing out of the white suit he was dressed in tying it around his torso.

“You still mad?”

“I’m not even mad JJ I’m -just worried” I stuttered trying to think of the right words so I would give him any clues to how I really felt about the boy.

“John B is in prison! I needed to do something It’s him you should be worried about” “I am! But I’m worried about you as well your acting like an idiot your not going to prison JJ so stop blaming all your shit on that, it’s not down to you we’re all doing everything we can to free him but your choices there down to you! So watch them”

“None of you are doing anything” he scoffed, I went closer to take his hand in mine. “why do you think your going to prison?” I whispered looking up at his beautiful eyes holding his hand in to my stomach.

“Because I am! Im going to end up in prison anyway so what’s the point” he shouted pulling away from me looking up at the sky with the roll of his eyes.

“well I’m not gonna let you!”

“You can’t do anything about it y/n were all fucked! ki just got kicked out of her parents house Pope hasn’t been home for days! My dad is a dick head- so is Sara’s and you, I don’t even know what your doing here you could go back home to you warm fluffy bed any time you wanted… John B is already in prison it’s just a matter of time before we’re ALL in there too” he shouted at me with tears in his eyes.

I wanted to hug him because he was in pain but he’d hurt me.

“FUCK YOU! I’m a pogue”

“are you? Do you want to be in prison with us” JJ asked me calmly with a hint of a smile.

I pushed him on the chest and he stumbled back a bit looking at my face knowing he’d hurt me.

“your upset …about John B I know, but you don’t have to be such an asshole! If you wanna fuck your life up and go prison be my guest JJ… but you won’t see the others in there, don’t say I didn’t try to help you because that’s all I’ve EVER tried to do” I shouted with a tear sliding out my dolled up eyes. Side looking him before turning my back with attitude and leaving JJ stood there. Alone.

I couldn’t believe I was actually in love with that ass, he’d never spoken to me like that how I knew he was just hurt.

But I wasn’t going to take that it’s not acceptable, no one should be spoke to like that and if he wanted me to forgive him he was gonna have to work for it. I went to sleep soon after that, on the beat up sofa with scrappy blankets feeling empty inside, though I didn’t get much sleep overall.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, playing back the conversation in my head overthinking it. finally getting to sleep around five am.

“Don’t tell me how to wax my bored!” Is what I woke up to.

My head was clanging from lack of sleep and the sun glaring down at me through the dusty window.

“Boys, SHUT UP” I sailed out to them, not being in the mood to be awake yet “sorry y/n! JJ is just being an idiot”

“what else is new?” I wondered to pope coming out into the straight heat blocking the sun with my hand.

Kiara and pope laugh at me while JJ stood there looking guilty underneath his sunglasses. His face showed that he regretted what happened last night but I really wasn’t interested at the moment. He’d pissed me off.

“Don’t you think he’s using to much wax?” Pope pointed at the bored in JJ’s hands.

“don’t tell me how to wax my bored! Jeez”

JJ lifted up his sparkling sunglasses up on to his head in anger at pope.

“I’m just saying…” “guys seriously stop it!” Kiara looked up giving them daggers clearly getting annoyed. “Remember when y/n suggested you shut up, listen to it!”

“wait shhh.. do you hear that?” JJ rotated his head and eyes away from me peering in to the distance of the road “is that…” I trailed off listening out. Jhon b swerved around the corner in his van with a huge smile on his face. The feeling in the air changed immediately.

“JHON B?!” Kiara jumped over the sofa throwing her magazine on the floor running towards him excitedly flopping in to his arms

The boys followed jumping in to a happy group hug I didn’t Wanna disturb. Though it did put a smile on my face.

“what the hell bro?” JJ slapped John B on the back with a beautiful smile fixed on his face. It was nice to see him genuinely smile.

“They let me go” he smiled shrugging while everyone took a step back.

“Come here” jhon B laughed putting his arms out to me, I’d stayed in the dorm frame the whole time just watching. I bounced over and we met in the middle hugging tightly. “Ugh it’s so good to have you back” I whispered softly

“but they just let you go?” Pope questioned confused.

“Sure did- charges were dropped, wheres Sarah?” He looked around and then at me.

“She didn’t come back last night” JJ sighed so I didn’t have to answer “she went to meet wheezie and didn’t come back” he explained again in more detail when John B looked at me for answers again.

Suddenly out the corner off our eyes we saw a speedboat heading to us, with topper and Sara. The confused ,but happy to be reunited, pogues all ran towards it but gently my wrist was grabbed. Stopping me from following.

“can I talk to you?” JJ asked with a sad soft face pointed to the floor,

“maybe if you actually look me in the eyes for once” I told him while folding my arms defensively so I’d get out of his grasp.

“I’m- sorry I’m so sorry y/n, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that you didn’t deserve to hear that, it came from a place of anger and worry and sadness it wasn’t meant for you”

“That’s what I said to you JJ, I also said I was here for you but you can’t push me away like that” I attacked him with guilt “I know that…” “but theres a reason” JJ fixed his top setting it straight and looked dead into my eye.

This time he took my hand…myy heart beat quickened as I grew more nervous thinking about all the possible things he could say.

“Uh… okay, I really like you..y/n” JJ confessed with a smirk.

“W-what?” My words didn’t know how to come out and my body insisted on making me look like an idiot. I forgot got how to control my body, my mouth was open in shock with What the boy had just said.

“me?”

“Yes, you” JJ’s laughed filled my ears flicking his blonde hair out his eyes . “I said all that’s shit to you yesterday because I know I’ll never be good enough for you… and that hurts so I fucked things up.. but I don’t wanna fuck this up”

“You didn’t fuck anything up, I like you too” I told him softly snaking my hands up to his face holding it so he was looking at me. It was all such a rush.

“but you need to work on your eye contact because you have such pretty eyes” I smiled against his soft lips before kissing him.

Our tongues entered each others mouths and my hand held on to his blonde hair for support. We both pulled away out of breath and burning with the excitement of young love. leaning out foreheads on each other’s.

“Fucking hell y/n, I’d thought out every possibility about how this would go but none of them where like that” he breathed quietly, giggling holding my waist and bringing me closer to his body.

“I promise I won’t ever shout at you again”

“I can deal with the shouting JJ ,it’s the part where you put your self down! That hurts me because I believe in you”.

He looked taken back, “no one- has ever spoke to me like you have” he whispered in realisation, “well then you better fucking listen to what I have to say huh” I raised my eye brow chewing on my bottom lip

JJ nodded his head grinning down before pulling me in to a hug.

“thank you” he whispered in my ear. “For what?” I looked at him funny “for not giving up on me” “no I like you too much” I shrugged looking at the floor to distract my smile.

“I promise I won’t ever give up on you” I told him seriously.

JJ beamed and leant in for another kiss warming my heart and securing me in his strong arms.

[ray-ray-writings]

HELLO CAN YOU PLEASE DO A TECHNOBLADE IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS IN THE PRISON INSTEAD OF DREAM IG AND TECHNO TRIES TO LIKE BAIL THEM OUT

Prison Break

So this is an imagine request done in a more drabble type beat. I hope you enjoy and I hope this is okay! Let me know what you guys think!!

Techno frees you from your wrongful prison sentence. 

Dream is pissed that Techno didn’t come. He was counting on redeeming that favor he was owed to get him out of the things he had done catching up to him. But Techno didn’t come. He wasn’t there. Dream made sure that Techno paid for it. 

How did Techno pay for it you may ask. Simple. Dream pinned all of his crimes on you. Techno’s s/o. He easily manipulated the entire server once before, he absolutely is able to do it again, no problem. If anyone were to actually sit down and think about it, it would make no sense. You were always really kind to everyone and just was not a bad person at all. But everyone was so angry at what had been happening and wanted someone to blame so bad, that really all Dream had to do was connect your name to Techno’s and remind everyone that Techno had caused a lot of grief in the server and you had done nothing to stop him. In fact, you encouraged him. 

It was not something you ever expected. An angry mob showing up at your front door and announcing that you were under arrest. But it was a thing that happened in your life. That night, you’re in cuffs and being guided into Pandora’s Vault by Sam. You’re left alone in your cell and you break down. You know you don’t belong here and you don’t want to be here. You hope that Techno is able to get you out, to break you out. But as you stare at the crying obsidian walls that trap you in the cell, you know that this place is inescapable. 

Inescapable to a scared coward

And Techno was not a scared coward. No in fact he was livid. He was the most angry he has ever been in his life and he could literally rip Dream limb from limb but he knows better than to do that while you’re locked up. He knows he needs to get you out of there and soon. He works with Phil and makes a brilliant plan. A fool proof plan. And if he’s lucky, they won’t even know you’re gone. 

Techno goes to the prison about three days after you get locked up to visit. Sam doesn’t think anything of it, you two are dating after all. Techno goes through all of the proper procedures, signs all the waivers, and is soon enough standing in front of the lava wall you’re behind. Techno stands beside the fire resistance potion dispenser and begins to execute his plan. Techno focuses his gaze on the opposite wall which in turn causes Sam to also turn his attention to the wall, wondering what it is Techno sees. While Sam’s attention is elsewhere, Techno manages to reach into the dispenser and swipe a few fire resistance potions, safely tucking them into his inventory before turning his own attention back to the wall just in time for Sam to snap out of it. “Right… Are you ready?” Techno pretends to snap out of the “intense gaze” he was in and turns his attention to Sam and gives him a small nod. Of course he was ready. He’s been ready for the past three days. 

Sam has him stand on the little platform and presses the lava wall button before the path opens and Techno can finally see you. His heart aches at the sight of you. You look so broken down, so hopeless. His heart aches but his blood boils at the same time. Dream had done this to you. Dream was the reason you're here. The voices are raging in his head, telling him to kill the man that had done this to you. To make him pay and to not let him get away with this. He forces himself to take a deep breath and calm himself down, one thing at a time and right now he has to focus on getting you out. 

You almost don’t believe your eyes. The lava wall is being moved and there floating toward you is a pink headed angel…. Techno. Techno is coming toward you on the platform. And you could honestly cry. But you manage to keep it together until he’s safely on the obsidian. The netherite block wall is lowered and all bets are off. You throw yourself into his arms and bury your face into his chest. Your arms wrap around him tightly, as if you’re afraid if you let go, he’ll disappear. But he doesn’t mind. He’s holding you just the same way. 

You two continue your hug until the lava wall comes back down and closes you in the cell. Techno pulls himself back ever so slightly, just so he can look down at your face. Noticing his movement, you peer up at him, your cheek still resting on his chest. “Hey there love,” he speaks gently. You could burst into tears just from that. It had only been three days but it had felt so much longer than that and you could only relish in the contact you had with him now. 

“Hey” you manage to croak back, your voice a little raw and rusty for not having used it for the past few days. Techno leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and just leaves his face resting there for a little bit, hugging you tighter to him. 

You two stand there for a while, just holding each other. You’re so content in your boyfriend’s arms, so relaxed, that it nearly scares you half to death when several explosions happen around you. Techno holds you tightly to him as you jump at the loud noises. Your head shoots up and your fear filled eyes meet Techno’s cool, calm, and collected ones. In fact a little smirk is playing on his lips. “Right on time Phil,” he murmurs, looking at the ceiling.

 “Phil?” You asked, still very confused as to what is happening. 

Techno’s gaze shifts to you and his smirk shifts into a smile. “Phil,” he confirms. 

“Why is Phil setting off explosions?” 

“To distract Sam of course.” As he answers, Techno pulls out the three potions he managed to snag from the dispenser. 

“How did you--” Techno doesn’t let you finish your question. Instead he presses all three into your palms.

“Listen to me very carefully okay? You have to follow this exact plan. Do you understand?” 

You only nod and listen as Techno explains to you how you’re going to escape prison. He explains in as much detail as possible. Tells you at what times you will take the potions and the path you will take that leads you out of the prison. But then he also tells you about the path you’ll take once you’re out. He tells you how to get to his house in the tundra. There you’ll be safe. 

He gives your forehead a kiss and then presses one really passionate one to your lips as well. “I’ll see you soon okay? Sam will let me out of here at the end of the day once he finds it was only a few creepers lurking around,” Techno tells you with a wink as the two of you stand by the lava wall. You can’t help but giggle at the wink, even though it’s a pretty serious time. But you nod and give him a soft smile in return. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

You give Techno one more kiss before popping a fire res potion and swimming through the lava wall. You follow Techno’s instructions to a T. Only a few times did you get a little confused and have to take a moment to really think about what Techno had told you. When you find yourself outside, you can’t help but cry a little. Three days in complete solitude will do that to a person you guess. The emotions just overwhelm you and you allow yourself to cry for a little bit as you sink on to your knees in the grass, your fingers clutching some of the strands. You’re very lucky that no one is around to see you but you’re finally free… Well almost. 

After a little bit, you manage to pull yourself together and get yourself up off of the ground. You have to make your way to Techno’s house now. You know the way of course, but you have to make your way through the SMP without being seen. It’s a lot easier than you expected it to be, everyone busy with their own things, not really paying attention, so you make it through rather easily. You do take a small detour and swing by your house and get a few supplies before making your way out to Techno’s house. 

Back in the prison, Techno is calm for the most part. He has complete faith in Phil leaving behind no trace of the actual cause of the explosion and he trusts you to make it out just fine, but he still worries a little bit. This is a big thing that’s happening and he can’t exactly make sure you’re safe and that you’re okay right now as you travel, so he can only wait. After a few hours, he hears a noise from the other side of the lava wall. He rushes over to the bed and pretends to be leaning down and kissing your forehead as the wall moves to reveal the cell. “Visiting Hours are now over.” Sam calls from the room across the cell. “Please move to the platform.” 

“Goodbye my love. I’ll be back soon,” Techno promises the thin are as he moves over to the platform and is moved out of your cell and back to Sam’s side. 

As Sam is walking Techno out of the prison, Sam explains what happened. “Yeah, somehow some creepers got in and blew up. They didn’t do any damage or anything so it’s fine… I suspect Tommy or Tubbo were trying to prank me and it didn’t completely go well.” Techno lets out a hum and nods along with Sam as he pretends to know nothing about the situation. Techno gathers his things from his locker and bids Sam a farewell before heading out of the prison. Once he knows he’s out of sight, he breaks into a sprint to Phil’s old house in L’Manberg.

Phil is waiting outside with Carl and Phil’s own horse already saddled up when Techno arrives. The two men share a hug and celebrate how they were able to pull off the perfect prison break. Techno and Phil quickly mount their horses and soon enough they’re on their way out to the tundra. 

You had crashed in Techno’s bed as soon as you arrived, exhausted physically from the journey and mentally and emotionally from the prison. That is where Techno and Phil find you, asleep in Techno’s plush bed. The two just spend a few moments looking at you, as creepy as that sounds. But they just want to prove to themselves that they did it, they saved you and you were safe and no longer in prison for crimes you did not commit. Philza is the first to break from his staring trance. He claps Techno on the shoulder before turning around and walking out of the room. 

Techno very quickly also breaks from his trance, peels off her shoes, and climbs into bed beside you. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you gently into his chest. Techno didn’t mean for it to happen, he actually didn’t want it to happen at all that’s why he was so gentle, but you stir and you begin to wake up. Your eyes pry open and you meet his gaze for a moment before you curl yourself into his arms even more. Techno can only chuckle at your clingy behavior, but he can’t blame you. He’s feeling the same way. So he only holds you closer and gives you multiple quick pecks before one long kiss. “Welcome home my love.” 

Like I said, let me know what you guys thought of this and if you’re still okay if I write some of the imagine requests like this in the future!!

[fandomfrenzy625]

Christmas special

Hi 

this story and others can be found on my books “the tokoyamiverse” on wattpad but I was so proud of this chapter I wanted to share it :) 

(yes the main star is tokoyami) 

Tokoyami gazed outside where white flakes fell from the sky and down onto where green grass was now smothered with the reflective and fluffy pieces of the cold sky

although the Christmas break was meant to be a festive time he never was one to get into the mood

don't get him wrong he enjoyed spending time with his classmates and little Eri celebrating the joyful time

eating gingerbread cookies, dressing up the tree, throwing snowballs (which Darkshadow may or may not have gotten too into with the bakusquads hair still being filled with snow)

yes he has had a fun time, even with the cold getting worse and worse, he and asui making themselves home in shoji's hammock of hands when it got too cold

unfortunately, everything good had come to an end when they were told to leave to spend time with family

Tokoyami had asked if they were allowed to stay on the behalf of Dark shadows curiosity but Aizawa said since all teachers and staff were going home they wouldn't due to security

so it was back to...

Tokoyami waved everyone off as they made their way home, allowing each hug as it came his way, once being swung around in a bone-crushing hug by both Denki and Mina, they enjoyed embarrassing him, yet he couldn't help but laugh at their antics

once he bid his farewells he picked up his bags and began walking

slowly making his way into the forest where a desolate little cabin laid

it was his and his grandfathers, "away from all the ruckus" he used to say when he was brought to live with him

he had so many fond memories of his grandfather, he had taught him discipline and kindness, showing him as they took care of all the animals and taught him how to read and write

but now, his criminal parents were his only family

his grandfather was 97 when he passed, he was 10

his grandfather said not to bother with a funeral, to only be burned and his ashes to be planted in the soil of their favourite tree where they spent many hours reading stories

it was a lot for a 10-year-old, but an old friend of theirs before he died agreed to help the raven with that final wish

he also told him to never tell anyone of his passing, except for the old friend who also had promised to never tell fumikage of anyone, as he knew had only had a few last days left in the world

as cruel as it sounded the grandfather did it with good intentions, not wanting the little raven to be taken back to his parents or anyone else, having a horrible experience with orphanages and "fake families" as he called him exploring him simply for money,

he wouldn't have that for his grandson he used to declare

and so with the knowledge, he had gained and with darkshadow, they learned to live independently

gathering only essentials but heating and electricity was never to be used, fearing he would be caught without parental supervision and taken back

water being caught from the wells but the food he needed to go to the supermarket

and that's where he saw it

the advert for U.A highschool

he knew there were heroes, every kid knew, but to become one he never really knew the details of

but in his mind heroes didn't get taken away, they save people and were free!

darkshadow wouldn't stop pestering me since

and then, well, you know the rest

and yet after all of that

he found himself back in this cabin where the only thing that remained was dead memories

"Well, merry Christmas" Darkshadow grumbled jealously

"oh hush, we need to get food and hang the blankets before it gets too dark" Tokoyami grumbled as he dumped his bags

they would collect their money from the bank the only parental love he was given by his parents

he remembered one night in weakness he went to try and see them, and they wanted absolutely nothing to do with them, not out of protectiveness to keep tokoyami away from prison life, but just because they never wanted him

he never did try again

so he grabbed the money and went on his way without a second thought

2 weeks, and then they could leave once more, if they were lucky the snow wouldn't fall too heavy and the extra blankets he brought would keep him warmer-

the door was open

Tokoyami halted and the dark shadow growled

they never left the door unlocked, and they knew wildlife could never make the door gap that wide

"Intruders" Darkshadow continued to growl

"be on the guard" Tokoyami ordered, could just be a homeless person who found the cabin when they left, he had to fend off back before going to U.A, but that had been only a couple

so with a shakey breath with darkshadow covering his body he stepped in to see what had gotten in

but what he saw was something he never saw coming

there standing in the living room was his homeroom teacher and mentor

"Mr Aizawa, Hawks" Tokoyami greeted hesitantly, the shock still leaving his body

"Tokoyami" Aizawa greeted with his usual tone

the silence between the two parties was deafening

"What are you two doing here?" Tokoyami continued with unease, wondering if it was too late to run

"I'd ask the same but I fear I already know the answer" Aizawa stated as he looked around the cabin

"kid, be honest with us when I ask this" Hawks said softly as he began walking to the raven, placing his hands on the raven's shoulders as he saw him try to back away

"Are you homeless?" Hawks asked

Tokoyami couldn't help but roll his eyes, he knew what it looked like, but it was more complicated like that, his situation just being pushed into a simple and single category didn't sit well in his stomach

"no this is my home" Tokoyami answered as he swatted the hero's hands of

"ok, but where are your parents" Aizawa interjected

Now that was what caused tokoyami's heart to jolt, knowing any answer was going to lead to more questions about his "home life"

so he decided to simply tell the truth

"they're in prison, I used to live with my grandfather before he died, I was 10 and I've been living here since" Tokoyami announced, unable to keep his emotions from building, dark shadow would have been growing if Aizawa wasn't keeping an eye on him

he spouted all this information because he just wanted this investigation to be over with, he hated being reminded of his past, but what was the point in keeping it secret anymore, he was officially caught

and now it was up to the heroes he both admired and at this very moment, feared

"all right, grab your stuff, we're leaving" Aizawa announced before seeing the fearful look in his student's eyes

"you're not in trouble and you're not going to be expelled, but we want to find you a more suitable place for you to live, we don't want you freezing in this weather, no matter how long you've been living as this" Aizawa finished with a calmer and reassuring tone, hoping that they wanted what was best for the raven

Tokoyami merely nodded as Hawks lead him out with a kind hand on his shoulder and Aizawa was the one to take his bags

"Please, we don't want to go into a home, our grandfather-" Darkshadow began to cry before being patted by his host and telling him to be quiet, even if the two heroes defiantly heard it

"Can I ask, how did you find me?" the raven asked to try and distract them from his quirks outburst

"I've been suspicious of your homelife for a while now, why they never came to parents' evenings and the signature to be living at the dorms looked a bit too familiar, I alerted hawks who after talking with you was also suspicious" Aizawa answered as they were being lead to a little black car

Tokoyami nodded as he entered the car, they said he wasn't in trouble but he felt like a fugitive being taken in

"where are we going?" Tokoyami asked as he continued to pet his host's head to calm both of them down

"We're going to Aizawa's, the guy has a spare room, which is more than me sleeping on my company sofa" Hawks answered, using humour to cover his real worries, it was much too close to his home situation and for his little chick to go through anything like that just broke his heart

he wanted to ask the raven a question but he needed to get things ready first

Tokoyami merely nodded once more

"kid, you're not in trouble ok, we just want to keep you safe" Hawks tried to persuade, he knew tokoyami tended to get in his head

"you two are mad with me" Tokoyami mumbled, feeling like he was a little kid who had just smashed a window of their home and their mum ready to scold them for a lifetime

"we're not mad tokoyami, we are upset you didn't say anything sooner but we understand in cases we understand it can be difficult to trust others with personal life" Aizawa assured with understanding

"But we do trust you" Darkshadow whispered with a whimper

Hawks merely pulled the kid into a side hug, deciding they didn't want to push the raven anymore

the ride continued in silence until they finished at their destination

Tokoyami hesitantly grabbed his bags as he was led inside, hawks still at his side, continuing to provide comfort which dark shadow doted on as she left their head on hawks

when they entered they were greeted by the warmth of an indoor fireplace and the smell of gingerbread, along with a familiar and positive figure

"Hey guys, don't mind I just need to finish these off" President Mic commented happily as he continued to string something in a bowel before quickly going back into the kitchen

when tokoyami looked at his homeroom teacher, Aizawa was giving him a nod meaning that the loud cockatoo already knew what they were planning

so instead they went into the living room until he was ready which luckily wasn't for long

"all right, ready now" President Mic agreed as he sat down

"Right, so first tokoyami, we've talked and if you're ok with it we wish for you to spend the Christmas break with us until we find you a proper home that you will be comfortable with"

Tokoyami didn't know how to respond

"that's too generous of you I can't-" Tokoyami began to panic with emotion before the voice of a little girl from the corridor

"Tokoyami's staying for Christmas?" Eri whispered with excitement

the little head of a silver-haired girl was seen looking in with curiosity

"sweetie, I asked you to give us a second" Mic sighed

"I'm sorry" Eri apologised

regardless Aizawa still allowed her to walk in, allowing her to sit on his lap

"but are you?" Eri asked Tokoyami with a look of hopefulness

the raven was still unsure, hating to be a burden, especially with it being so close to Christmas, Eri's first proper Christmas

but observing the encouraging smiles from the heroes and Eri and even the voice of dark shadow he sighed

"I would be honoured to be allowed to spend Christmas with you" Tokoyami bowed as he gave his answer

"glad to hear it, now Eri can you help Mic with those cookies while we help Tokoyami get his stuff sorted," Aizawa asked Eri who nodded just as excitedly

the three figures watched the two leave with a fond smile before making their way to the spare room giving him a quick tour of the house before telling him to make himself comfortable

the best that he could at least with what he brought

all he did bring was blankets and clothes and the food he had recently bought, not that any could be heated

(no wonder he was so skinny when he first came) Aizawa couldn't help as he put the food to the side, the raven agreed he was ok with them putting it in the cupboards

hawks promised to bring the pictures around the home from the cabin, everything else that was in the cabin had already been brought to the room in the dorms, and hawks agreed to bring some important stuff like his laptop

"Hawks" Tokoyami announced as he finished hanging up his clothes

"yeah, little chick?" Hawks answered, tokoyami had given up on the winged hero in calling him that, he just wouldn't

"When you go to the cabin, would you just take picture of a tree, it's the third one behind, it's just important" tokoyami requested bashfully, to which the winged hero nodded

"course kid, oh speaking of I gotta get going, or else Rudolph's nose starts glowing bright red" Hawks laughed as it was clear he was commenting about endeavour who was banned from the Christmas festivities

"bye," Aizawa said with no emotion

"don't sound too sad, I'll be back soon," Hawks said sarcastically

"cya kid, keep talking k" Hawks finished saying bye, making sure to get a yes from the raven before exiting from the window

Tokoyami stared out of the window before a voice from downstairs alerted them

"tea time!" Mic shouted

Tokoyami and Aizawa subconsciously looked at one another before making themselves downstairs

tokoyami did his best to make himself useful by asking if they wished him to put the cutlery down and plates but was quickly ushered to the table and for them to handle the rest, keeping Eri company as she drew

"what are you drawing eri?" Tokoyami asked, not wanting to feel awkward

"a Christmas tree" Eri announced as she showed off her drawing

"pretty" Darkshadow complimented

"thank you, would you like to draw?" Eri offered

Tokoyami shook his head but Darkshadow happily agreed as they grabbed a sheet of paper and a crayon

"maybe wait until after tea, it's being dished up"

"aww, fine" Darkshadow groaned

Eri laughed as she patted the quirk's head, quickly getting rid of their bad mood as the teachers came back with food on plates

gathering the scattered paper and colours away the group sat down to eat

it was ramen with chicken broth, dumplings, green onions, an egg and chicken

Tokoyami took a moment to stare, it looked breathtakingly delicious, but he always had problems eating ramen due to his beak

Aizawa must have seen his unease as he quickly put two and two together

"would you like a spoon, we also have straws" Aizawa offered

"I would appreciate that, yes please" Tokoyami agreed gratefully

"oh shoot, sorry, forgot about the whole beak thing" Mic stated with an awkward laugh as he rushed to the cupboards, finding a spoon for his ramen and even bringing a straw for his water, it may have been a curly straw but tokoyami would much rather that then dribble in front of his hosts

"thank you, sir" Tokoyami thanked as he received the offerings

the rest of the dinner was surrounded by a comfortable aura

Mic and Eri talked about what she had been up to today and told Aizawa and tokoyami who decided to simply listen, they were not really in a talkative mood, and darkshadow sometimes commented on the conversation

leaving tokoyami to also get lost in his head, unable to believe what he was in the middle of, as a little kid he's wished for a normal family life like this, and yet he couldn't let himself enjoy it

he knew it was temporary, everything always was, after these two weeks they won't have to be as compassionate as they were taking him in and he'll find himself alone once again, at least he had darkshadow, perhaps it was the universe's small mercy for all that he experienced

"tokoyami?" a voice called his name

Tokoyami was brought back to reality once more by the sound of his teacher

"you doing all right there kiddo, you haven't touched much of your food," Mic asked with concern

"worry not sir, lost in thought, I apologise" Tokoyami whispered meekly as he stared at the ramen, it looked tasty but thinking about eating was making him stressed

"you don't have to finish it all if you're full" Eri assured, remembering what Aizawa and Mic told her when she first came to their home

Tokoyami nodded, he had gotten better at eating since he got to U.A, Shoji sato, koda and Asui made sure of that, but he still had a way to go

"we'll save it for when you're hungry tomorrow, but tonight if you do get hungry we have plenty of snacks in the cupboard" Mic assured as he and Aizawa began to put the plates to the side to wash

Tokoyami once more offered to help and this time Mic agreed, sensing that the raven wanted to "earn" his stay, not that the teacher would do such a thing, but he believed that it might make him feel better

tokoyami was just given the role to wash the plates and Aizawa dried and put them in the right area, so tokoyami could also see where everything went

afterwards, they needed to get Eri to bed and themselves but told tokoyami that he could watch some tv quietly downstairs if he wasn't tired

Tokoyami appreciated the thought but after a day like he said he'd just go to bed

he got his usual plain black pj's on and till everyone had finished with the bathroom, he didn't like brushing his teeth publicly with how his beak and teeth made it harder than needed

after all of that, the lights were turned off ready for bed

all except for the ravens

one because he didn't wish darkshadow to go rampant in his teacher's home, he'd hate himself to make any damage with how hospitable they were being to him, in the cabin he didn't mind if darkshadow became rampant, at least he'd know he wasn't alone, that's why he intentionally forgot his nightlight to calm the beast

but also because despite everything today threw at him, he wasn't tired

he was anxious and nervous and scared

he was so lost, they had no idea of what his teachers were planning and where he would end up

he hated feeling out of control

so in a hazy mind, he decided to bring that control back

looking to the window and outside he began to think

(no one would know, no one was awake and no one would see us leave)

Darkshadow gave out a whine of displeasure but he couldn't think straight, he just didn't want to end up somewhere, where they would be-

Tokoyami didn't finish the thought as he decided

going to the window he opened it fully, telling darkshadow to use a black fallen angel to give flight in the night

only for a little voice to stop them in their tracks

"Tokoyami"

looking behind them was little Eri, once more peaking in with a worried look

"oh, Eri, what are you doing awake?" Tokoyami questioned as darkshadow instantly unwrapped around his host and pay attention to the little horned girl

"I was thirsty and I thought you'd be cus, you like the dark and the night is dark"Eri mumbled as she looked down to the two glasses filled with water, one once more with a curly straw

tokoyami couldn't help but chuckle at that logic as he rested back on the bed

"you've got a very impressive deducible and kind mind" Tokoyami complimented, earning Eri to laugh as he took the glass carefully, she always said Tokoyami had a funny way of talking, like midoriya but slower and the words were even longer

"are you going to fly?" Eri asked as she remember seeing what the raven was doing as she entered

"That was the plan" Tokoyami sighed as he was about to close the window, the anxiety filling his body had begun to lower, but the feeling of fear still lingered, perhaps on the second time he wouldn't be caught so easily he thought only for Eri to climb on his bed

"Could you please take me with you?" Eri asked with an excited smile and gleaming eyes

"you wish to be one with the wind," Tokoyami asked with confusion

luckily Eri was slowly understanding what tokoyami was saying

"yes please, it looks like fun and Deku always says how cool it is to see you fly and always mumbles when he sees you fly" Eri confirmed with an explanation

Tokoyami smiled, Eri was slowly getting out of her shell and being more expressive and interested, but he was confused with the midoriya part, why would someone as great as he is in awe as someone like him

Tokoyami shook his head, he wasn't going to go down that path with little eri in the room

"very well, but get your coat and gloves and warmest shoes, don't wish you to catch a cold so close to Christmas" Tokoyami agreed to earn a giggle as she nodded and walked out to grab her outfit

leaving tokoyami to think once more

perhaps he was foolish to think like that, he had just instructed Eri to be better prepared when he was ready to fly off in simply his nightwear, and thinking further he'd have to go back to U.A to fulfil his dream, his teacher would pick him out, and even if he did decide to run away from U.A, there would be an army of heroes on his tail, he just saw how easy it was for Aizawa and hawks to track him to his home, what was going to stop them from doing it again

they did care if they went to see him in the meer assumption that his homelife wasn't to their standard

it made tokoyami want to cry, why did he have to be such a nuisance to everyone around him, why did they care for someone that not even their parents wanted, he wasn't special he was

"tokoyami can you please help zip my coat," Eri's voice asked as she re-entered the room

he was so distracted he didn't even notice, not the best choice for a hero

regardless he still smiled at the ray of sunshine and did as she asked

"Where are your warm winter things?" Eri asked with concern for the raven

warm things were expensive, even in U.A he had to be careful of what to buy, especially after spending huge amounts to even go to U.A, everything "expensive" in his room like the sword was a family heirloom, and even if he could make some money of it he wouldn't, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself

"ah yes one-moment" tokoyami excused himself as he found the only fluffy thing he had, his coat

"what about your gloves and scarf?" Eri questioned almost like a scolding mother

"my feathers keep my head warm and with gloves I need to make sure I can hold you properly when we're flying" Tokoyami answered honestly, thanking his bird genetics for again that one small mercy

Eri nodded but jogged off to another room

Tokoyami was a little worried, with all the noise being made he was sure Aizawa or Mic would pick up on it

was this even a good idea, bringing their daughter out in the middle of the night for a random midnight flight

oh god he didn't get their permission

he was going to be thrown to the nearest home as soon as possible

darkshadow watched his host with deep concern, the anxiety levels kept rising and falling and he was sure this rate he was going to go into a panic attack

the quirk was doing its best to stop exploiting fumikages vulnerability for power but the rise in emotion was making it more difficult, she tried getting the raven's attention each time and telling him it was going to be ok, but it seemed like he couldn't hear them

Eri came back in with a scarf in hand

and either to complete obliviousness or strategic thinking put the scarf in the raven's hands to bring him back to reality

which once more to dark shadows relief had worked

"dad says it's too dangerous to leave without a scarf, and I don't want you to get sick so close to Christmas" Eri explained as she used the raven's words against him

"well said" tokoyami laughed lowly as he patted the girl's head affectionately before tying the scarf around him

"ok, we'll start low and work ourselves higher, but anytime you feel like you want to go down or a little lower just tell me ok" Tokoyami instructed as he wanted to ensure Eri's safety and wellbeing

Eri nodded affirmatively as she allowed herself to be picked up by the raven and dark shadow, hands and claws holding her closely and supportively

stepping out the window tokoyami gained their position keeping a sturdy ground until it was time to take off

...

Eri gazed in wonderment as the wind licked her face and they became airborne

"woooooahhh" Eri gasped as tokoyami gained a steady speed and into the streets and very soon the town

the lights twinkling past, sparkling golds, emerald greens, ruby reds, icy whites and electric blues all dazzling in her eyes

"Are you ok Eri?" Tokoyami asked with concern

"this is amazing" Eri exclaimed with joy

"wish to go higher?" he asked

"yes please" Eri agreed

thank god for hawks flying permit to go as high as he wished when joining the agency

and so they went higher and higher, each time Eri getting more and more excited as she could make out what the lights were trying to make a pattern

tokoyami loved hearing Eri's gasps of excitement, with how many years without making a noise of such joy made it more worthwhile when she did

but she wouldn't be so joyful if she got too tired to enjoy it as he saw the clock become midnight

"all right Eri, I believe it's time to get back" Tokoyami stated as he began to swirl back to where they came from

when no answer came tokoyami became worried

"Eri?" tokoyami questioned as quickly flew back down to the surface

"is she ok?" Darkshadow asked with concern

tokoyami observed, only to see a little smile followed by tiny snores

"she's good, must have fallen asleep" Tokoyami whispered as relief filled his body

"We should be too" Darkshadow murmured as he felt feel tired and thus themselves

"agreed, luckily I remember there's a shop todoroki took us to once that was close

"yeah the 6th in the culdesac, number 25" Darkshadow reminded

thanks to their hero training and bird genetics he'd grown to have a well-developed memory

and so tokoyami with Eri's hand was brought back to the sky and back to the house, flying low so as not to disturb Eri's blissful sleep

Memory had proven right as they entered the window once more, stepping carefully and quietly since it was 1 in the morning, walking into Eri's room which was filled with whites and reds, a table of drawings and hairclips covering the surface and a plush little bed where tokoyami placed the sleeping one, quickly removing the shoes and winter wear so she didn't get uncomfortable or overheated in the night, covering the kitty styled PJ's with kitty covered bedding

"good night little goddess" Tokoyami whispered fondly as he left the child to rest and closed the door slightly so she still had some comforting light

satisfied tokoyami crept back to the spare room and kicked off his shoes and coat, covering his bedding with his favourite blanket and did his best to block out the light, a reminder to himself to ask if he could get his nightlight from school, perhaps text hawks, he didn't know when he was going so it would be best to remind him

he allowed these notes to fill his mind as he fell into a deep sleep, darkshadow wrapping around him like a cat upon his chest

...

"breakfast!" the loud Mic screamed as he woke the raven to a startle

he had to take a moment to remember where he was before remembering the events of yesterday

"you ok fumi?" Darkshadow asked as his worry continued to increase for her host

"I'm all right" Tokoyami sighed as he rubbed his feathers

only to remember he forgot something very important

"dammit!" tokoyami groaned, placing his head back into his pillow

"we forgot feather gel, didn't we" darkshadow chuckled, his form not being affected by the loss of hair glue

"must still be in my bathroom in the dorms" Tokoyami groaned again as looked to his flip phone to see his reflection

he looked like he had just been dragged through a bush and back his feathers were that dishevelled, it usually didn't get this bad but for some apparent reason it decided it didn't want to play ball today

"bbbbreakfast!" Mic began to remix louder

"so loud" Tokoyami grumbled but got out of bed, deciding on his cargo pants and a hoodie, pulling up his hood, deciding he'd ask Aizawa if he could get some from the shops

walking down he was greeted by the odd stares of the family, looking at him curiously

"so much black it puts you to shame babe" Mic laughed before being elbowed by his husband

"you feeling ok" Eri asked as he sat at the table

"yes I'm fine, sorry, my feathers are being unruly is all" Tokoyami assured

"ah hair trouble, don't worry I got ya" Mic stated as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a jar of hell jell

"Always keep a spare" Mic announced proudly as he finished his bowel, scooping eris so they could do hers

leaving Aizawa and tokoyami to eat theirs, they had given the raven some of Eri's coco puffs, a good choice as they had never met a person who didn't like the cereal

leaving them in silence before Aizawa informed the raven of some key information

"Eri enjoyed the midnight flight" Aizawa stated before taking a bite of his cereal

leading to tokoyami almost chocking on his food

he knew

of course, he bloody well knew, he was Aizawa afterall

"she did?" Tokoyami asked as he did his best to stop shaking in his seat

"yes, said she saw many snow-filled hills with snowmen and angels, she especially loved the lights and the snow," Aizawa told as he continued eating his shreddies

Tokoyami was expecting to be scolded to heaven high, to pack his bags right there and now

he didn't however expect what happened next

"she's been having trouble with getting asleep, Mic says because she's excited about Christmas, which is one reason" Aizawa began to explain as he dropped his spoon to look at tokoyami directly

"but the other reason is that she still experiences nightmares from her time with the Shie Hassaikai...when I heard her last night I knew that she had another, I expected her to come to our room, but she went to you"

Tokoyami blinked with confusion but allowed Aizawa to continue

"you worked hard to get her to trust you, especially with the...resemblance...and it clearly shows with how she went to you for protection, even if you didn't know why she truly went to you, it's clear she sees you of someone that can provide comfort and did so by taking the mind of her past, and for that, I have to thank you on that" Aizawa said as he was glad Eri was able to find more and more people to let in who were trustworthy and kind, he knew his student and was glad his judgement wasn't wrong

"but next time write a note" Aizawa finished with a tired groan

"shall do sir" Tokoyami nodded sheepishly, yeah he kinda forgot about that, his mind wasn't with it

but saying that, something didn't add up

"but what about the glasses, the water? she said she was up because she thought I was awake and thirsty" Tokoyami questioned

"Eri likes to make excuses as to why she wishes to come to someone, she doesn't like to be reminded of her past" Aizawa explained

Tokoyami nodded, understanding that reasoning

"Now, hawks will be here shortly with the rest of your stuff, he also wants to take you out" Aizawa stated as he finished his bowel

tokoyami wasn't too far behind just a few more scoops

"where to?" tokoyami questioned

"Not sure, he didn't leave a note" Aizawa finished as he walked out with a playful smirk

Tokoyami chuckled, he guess he had that coming, at least he knew Aizawa wasn't mad at him, it was slightly odd seeing his teacher not being so tired and cold as he usually is but all his class knew he had a secret soft side for them, tokoyami did have to admit he saw it a little more, mainly cus he wasn't too much of a "problem child"

regardless he finished his bowel, cleaned it and hurried off to his room to get ready for the hawk's arrival and to fix his feathers

...

a knock on his window alerted the raven of the familiar face that was his mentor

"There's a door you know" tokoyami murmured as he lifted the window and allowed the hero to enter

"eh, can't be bothered with smiles downstairs, sides, it's faster this way" hawks reasoned with a shrug

tokoyami didn't get a chance to argue as a bag was brought into the room

and tokoyami was pleased with what was given, and even more so

all the pictures, including the one of his favourite tree, we're here, his laptop and charger and pleased to see hawks had gotten his feather gel, his nightlight and even dark Shadow's favourite plushy, he had almost forgotten that

"thank you hawks" Tokoyami thanked with relief as he held the picture close, darkshadow squeaking his plushy happily

"no prob fledgling, now let's get going, you're well with flying through the window I assume" Hawks quickly said as he gave the raven a knowing look

"you heard" tokoyami groaned sheepishly

"I saw, need to work on your observation, not just down bellow kiddo" Hawks continued to tease before jumping out of the window

Tokoyami shook his head as he followed him, knowing hawks wasn't going to let him forget that soon

the two flew to where hawks were leading them

"what are we doing here," tokoyami asked as the Christmas markets came into view

"Well, I thought we'd celebrate some Christmas stuff together" Hawks answered with his signature smile

"why?" Tokoyami questioned, wondering why his mentor was suddenly being so...he wasn't sure what hawks were being

"thought it be fun, all the sidekicks are gone for the Christmas and it was only little crimes that happened around this time, think the villains agree to give it a break at Christmas" Hawks couldn't help but laugh

tokoyami didn't think it funny but decided to go along with it anyway

"fine, where to then," Tokoyami asked as they landed, just before hawks ruffled his feathers

"First we sort that attitude out, it's good being a serious hero but as a mentor, my goal is to get you to let loose, especially around the season apparently" hawks chuckled as he watched the little chick grumble and fix his feathers for the second time today

"and on that note, we're getting chocolate covered-" Hawks began to declare

"apples" darkshadow and tokoyami interjected excitedly

"...well I was gonna say marshmallows and strawberries but we can get those too" hawks agreed with a grin, happy seeing it was already working

their first stop was the chocolate-covered goodies which hawks happily paid for

tokoyami was told let to simply leave it all to "mama bird"

another nickname which tokoyami had failed to stop hawks from using

so instead they carried on with their day

going into the grottos and looking at the trinkets, something the two birds had to agree was always a spectacle to see

getting hotdogs and fried chicken as they watched a pantomime take place "Aladdin" the two taking a deep interest

tokoyami pulled hawks aside as he decided to embarrass him as he tried to get them to get a gift with the cue of toddlers

and to tap it all off was when they had finished their cotton candy

"oh I went on these once" tokoyami stated as he pointed to the teacup ride and put the sticks in the bin

"you wanna get on," Hawks asked, surprised by the raven's reaction to the teacup ride

"Maybe not, Iida wasn't too pleased after going on with me, too fast he said" tokoyami murmured, quick to deny himself of fun

not that hawks would have any of that

"Really? jet engines for legs said you were too fast? oh, now we gotta go on!" Hawks stated excitedly as he grabbed the raven's wrist, gently pulling him into the cue

but when they saw it was hawks they allowed him to go straight on with fan girls trying to get some pictures in

but hawks was too focused on his little fledgling having a fun time to bother, his wings blocking out those who tried to get in with them

after all, Christmas time was for fam-

the bells rang saying the ride was ready

"ok little bird, show me what you got" Hawks encouraged as they began to move

and hawks was once more impressed

the raven was so focused and the speed was top-tier good stuff, to others he guessed it would be nauseating, but for him it was perfect

but he didn't want his protege taking up all the fun

"Great work little chick, but how's about we both give it a shot and see if we catch flight

"What?" Tokoyami questioned with susceptibility

"hell yeah!" darkshadow yelled as they also placed her claws on the wheel

and so the three spun the wheel around

and much to tokoyami's horror and hawks and dark shadows' delight they did end up going so fast it flew off their hinges

sending them to the other side of the ride

"you....idiot!" tokoyami was the first to break the silence

at first, hawks was worried he took it too far before the sound of growing laughter turned to ones of mirth, causing the winged hero to burst out chuckles of his own

of course, hawks paid for the damage but it was all worth it to hear tokoyami's laugh, it made him even prouder to know he caused it

"Now that is what I call Christmas fun" hawks exclaimed as the two left the ride, right after hawks signed it for the ride worker so he didn't have to pay full price

"agreed" tokoyami nodded as he finally got his laughter under control

"Now I promised Aizawa we'd be back before tea, anything you wanna do before we head out?" Hawks asked

"Can I go into that shop?" tokoyami asked

"yeah sure kiddo," hawks said as he was about to step in before a claw stopped him

"Without you" tokoyami ordered

"ohhh, wanna get me a Christmas gift?" Hawks smirked leaning his weight against the raven before being shoved off

"Eri actually, I don't want you spoiling it for her" tokoyami concluded

"tokoyami, I'm the second hero, you think I would know how to keep a surprise," Hawks said with a fake hurt

"you'd think so" tokoyami smirked as he walked inside and closed the door

(little jerk) hawks laughed to himself as he did as asked

tokoyami quickly came back out with a black bag protected by a little dark shadow

"all right ready to fly," hawks asked

"yes" tokoyami assured

"race-" hawks began but a flash of darkness set of

tokoyami knew what the hawks were going to say, he did tend to do it

hawks were quick to catch flight and in the race

tokoyami knew he wasn't going to win, but he would have fun trying he had so much fun today,

he loved spending time with hawks, since their relationship strengthened after the rocky start he had come to respect and look up to the winged hero, trusting him with his entire soul, and would do all he could to help him

this was very evident when it came to their encounter with Dabi

Hawks admitted he was very worried about the raven's self-sacrificing and kept a close eye on his little intern, perhaps creating more of a stronger relationship than hawks had ever imagined having or even thought possible to having

he didn't deserve tokoyami in all honesty, he was too good, too loyal, too pure, no one deserved him, but he didn't mean that literally

the rage he felt for tokoyami's parents was unbarable, he hated how he was dealt with a bad hand

and yet he stayed such a good kid, after everything, he wasn't cruel or bitter

hawks in honesty were in awe of the little raven and wanted to see him grow to become a strong and justice-filled man

and hawks wanted to do all he could to help

tokoyami was so close, although he was confused as to why hawks hadn't caught him yet

was he taking it easy on him because of Christmas or something

if so then he wouldn't allow it

tokoyami turned around to see hawks staring into nothingness

getting distracted? not wise

hawks were quickly brought out of his thoughts as he felt an impact crash onto the back of his wings pulling him down

a pair of arms he saw had wrapped around his neck gently

"and you're caught, better luck next time hero" the voice of darkshadow crackled as it was a reminder of the first time hawks found tokoyami distracted

hawks chuckled as he learnt his lesson

tokoyami had thought he won only for his body to feel like it was tipping upside down

hawks had turned around midair and unhooked the raven's arms

before the raven could catch his fall with darkshadow something else caught him, keeping him upside down as hawks turned back upright

"need to go harder if you think that's gonna catch a villian little chick" Hawks laughed as he watched the raven squirm in his grip

"I'll keep that in mind" tokoyami laughed as he was turned right back around but still held against the winged hero's chest, just like how their first flight went, but perhaps with a bit more care than how he simply carried him like a sack of potatoes back then

they got to the house where hawks wasted no time in plopping the teenager onto the bed

"you jerk" tokoyami laughed as he got up, doing his best to calm himself

"Nah, I'm the best" Hawks chuffed earning a roll of the eyes

"anyways, I've got to get back to patrol, and no I don't need your help" Hawks began before cutting himself off, knowing what the raven was going to say, evident by the sheepish look he was granted

"I've got some paperwork to do but I'll be here on Christmas" Hawks assured although he wasn't very much looking forward to that paperwork

"When is that again?" tokoyami asked

"Christmas eves today so tomorrow" Hawks answered, slightly disappointed to see that hadn't caused some excitement in the bird, but more confusion, he looked like he didn't realise how fast it had come, but back on track, with what he'd been told, Christmas would be just another day to survive, if not a painful memory

"Hawks, I enjoyed today, but I don't want you worrying about me, you should be spending Christmas with family and friends" Tokoyami urged with concern

this earnt hawks to ruffle tokoyami's feathers, but this time more softly and slowly

"Trust me, kid, spending time with you is the closest family I'm gonna get" Hawks reassured with a low laugh

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about" Hawks began only for the voice of Eri call from downstairs

"Tokoyami! are you there?"

"be down in a sec" Tokoyami yelled back

but as he turned he was shocked to discover the winged hero was gone

"That was weird, even for him," Darkshadow said with confusion

tokoyami nodded in agreement

unknown to them hawks was flying back to his agency

(I'll tell him later) hawks repeated with certainty, he just needed to find the right words

...

tokoyami walked down to where Eri was decorating the rest of the house, the tree may be done but they didn't want Eri to run out of Christmas activities

"oh Eri had the ramen for her lunch since you were out, hope that's all right" Mic was quick to say when he saw him

"That's fine, sorry I didn't have the rest of it when it was first made" Tokoyami apologised but Mic didn't mind

"Think nothing of it, if you can't eat, don't force yourself" Mic assured as he was given his bowl of soba to quickly have for tea, a small portion which tokoyami was grateful for as he was able to finish it

"tokoyami, want to help with the decorating" Eri offered happily as she saw he was finally finished with his tea

"I'm good Eri" Tokoyami stated as he placed the bowel in the dishwasher, after all, it wasn't his house, he couldn't think he could take such a privilege

"Please," Eri asked once more, flashing those adorable red puppy dog eyes, making tokoyami sweat under the pressure

"yeah, you're staying for Christmas, meaning you're part of helping out now" Mic joked as he placed a Santa hat upon the ravens head

(my feathers can't take a break) Tokoyami laughed to himself as shoved the hat just above his eyes

he was surprised by how big the hat was, they usually couldn't hide his head due to his pointed feathers

he was also surprised to see it had the same design that Aizawa had given him back when U.A was celebrating

speaking of his teacher he was currently sleeping in his signature yellow sleeping bag, but also wearing a Christmas hat to complete the look

but his eyes drifted away when a golden snowflake sticker was placed in his hand and told to put it anywhere in the hallway, darkshadow got herself some stickers so she could place them higher

Eri laughed as tokoyami and Mic scolded the quirk for putting them on the ceiling who simply laughed

"Are you excited for Santa eri?" Darkshadow asked as they finished decorating

it looked amazing with the baubles, and twinkling fairy lights dazzling the corridor

Eri nodded excitedly

"daddy and dad said we need to put down a cookie and milk to appease the big red demon" Eri announced

Tokoyami held in a snort, if that wasn't his influence then he was unsure of what was

"Eri, we told you he isn't a demon" Aizawa sighed as he announced he was awake, but still resting his eyes

"Indeed, you are believing in Krampus" tokoyami subconsciously told,

"who's Krampus?" Eri pondered innocently

"I'll tell you when you're older," Tokoyami said as he felt the disapproving stares of his teachers

"yeah, but for now we need to get ready for him" Mic stated as he beckoned the kids into the kitchen

"We need to decorate these cookies and pick one out for Santa" Mic explained as he gave them multiple colours of icing

Tokoyami felt like a kid in primary again, decorating the cookies that he would bring back to his grandfather where they would sit by the fireplace and he would tell stories as he happily ate in wonderment

"you ok tokoyami?" Mic asked as he saw the raven's eyes begin to water

"yes, sorry, just remembering fond memories," tokoyami said as he wiped the tears away

"no need to be sorry kid, would you like to share those memories," Mic asked kindly

tokoyami was a very well-reserved person, right now, he just wanted to remember the man who helped him and loved him till his dying breath

telling them of the tradition he had with cookies, cutting down the trees, building snowmen and the stories, so many stories he was told

and mic, eri and Aizawa listened attentively, giving the raven their full attention, which may or may not have encouraged the bitter-sweet tears rolling down his face

Aizawa placed a reassuring hand on the raven as he finished his retelling

"well your grandfather sounds like a good honest man and raised one himself" Aizawa declared proudly, eri and Mic nodding in agreement

"thank you, sir" Tokoyami cried as Aizawa brought the raven into a hug, knowing that he needed it, Eri joined in as she hugged the raven's leg and was acknowledged by a caring hand resting on her head

when the teenager regained his breath they went to finish the cookies, Eri picking a star-designed one as the rest were ready to be eaten, 1 tonight and the rest for tomorrow as too much sugar meant they would be too tired for the big day

"oh and a carrot for the reindeer!" dark shadow exclaimed as he got it from the fridge, which no one objected too

"all right, everything's all ready for Santa which means you need to get into bed" Aizawa stated as he tiredly got back up from the couch

"can't I see him, dad," Eri asked sadly

"that's unfortunately not the rule kiddo," Mic said as he watch Aizawa hold the girl's hand

"wait, can tokoyami tell me a story before I go to bed," Eri asked Aizawa who proceeded to look at the raven waiting for an answer

"of course, if that is what you wish" Tokoyami smiled affirmatively

"I'll call him in when it's time" Aizawa assured as they walked out of the living room

"psst" the voice of mic whispered to bring the raven's attention to him

"hey kid" mic continued to whisper, pulling him into a side hug and crouching down to his level

"yes?" Tokoyami asked with confusion

"you need wrapping paper?" Mic asked with the strange tone

"you sound like your about to sell us drugs in a dark alley" Darkshadow commented with an annoyed glace

"doesn't answer the question, ya dig," Mic asked as he wasn't stopping this little tangent

"fine yes please" Tokoyami huffed

"coolio, but, you're not from the-" Mic was about to continue before tokoyami gave him the most dead-eyed look he'd seen and he was married to Eraserhead of all people

"Sir" Tokoyami glared dangerously, finding this charade weird and annoying

"all right all right, jeez, if looks could kill" Mic laughed as he threw a tube of gold and red paper a box of labels and sellotape at the raven which darkshadow caught with ease

"the scissors are in the top draws on the left" Mic finished as ran excitedly off, most likely to get the presents

so with a shrug tokoyami grabbed his supplies and got to work

...

after a good few minutes of cutting and sticking he had 5 ready to go presents that he placed under the tree

he didn't care that he wasn't going to get anything, they had been so nice to him that he would have felt guilty if he hadn't

"Tokoyami" Aizawa called as it was clear Eri was waiting on her story

not wanting to keep her waiting he grabbed his water and walked upstairs where Aizawa said to have a good sleep before walking downstairs, clearly to do the act of Santa

tokoyami placed his water quickly in the bedroom and into eris's room where she was hugging a kitten plushy

tokoyami sat at the edge of the bed and thought of a story

then he remembered one he was told a lot as a kid and one he could rehearse word for word

"ok eri, ready" tokoyami asked

"yes, but don't you need a book?" Eri asked with confusion

"fear not, the brain holds more stories than any book" Tokoyami concluded as eri giggled once more at his wording

"Once upon a time, there were two poor brothers who did not get along

but one day something changed their lives forever

a god with golden rings surrounding their head and a flowing white robe came into the world and met with the two

the two were astonished but bowed in greetings

when looking up they saw the god was offering two gifts

one hand held a flower

the other is a crown

the older brother chose the crown which lead to an unfathomable amount of wealth, it's only condition was to use this wealth to help the poor and needy

the younger brother chose the flower leading to a life of unconditional love and healing, the only condition was to share it unconditionally and to spread the kindness

both brothers agreed to which the god began to leave, saying one day they would come back to see if they kept to their word

50 years passed and the god returned

only to be disappointed to see the older brother used his money for selfish gain, giving his fortune to only those who could give him something in return and keeping it to himself

the god came to the older brother who looked with no fear

he paid an army to protect him if the god were ever to return

but as many darts, arrows, cannons and swords tried to piece the god figure it merely phased through

the army shook in their boots, but the god phased by them, they were under the influence of greed and the god took patience in understanding it was not their fault but the provider, the brother

"you fight, because of guilt, consequences are to be met" the god stated to the fearful brother

the brother begged and pleaded for the god to show mercy

to which the god tapped the brother's chest

the god said that unless his younger brother's gift of unconditional love would forgive him he would become charcoal, to convey the darkness of his soul

and so the older brother left his palace hurriedly to where his brother was to be

only to be met with the villagers saying the younger brother had used his gift well until his dying breath

the power of healing took a lot from the brother in effort but he did not mind

when on his death bed he asked for his blood to be drained and to be sprinkled into a field of flowers, providing healing abilities to all that ate them

the older brother was brought to tears, how he could have been so selfish as his younger brother had been so selfless

crying as his charcoal covered his chest

this was his reward for his actions

only to be interrupted by a little girl

he wished for you to have this" the child said as she handed the older brother a heart-shaped flower

eating the flower the darkness surrounding his heart disappeared

looking to the sky in gratitude declared he would use this second chance for good

using his wealth as truly intended

and when he died his only request was to die next to his brother within the cavern they once shared as children, hoping that in the next life he could make amends and be a better older brother

the last this the brother saw was the god as they placed the crown upon his head and a bunch of his younger brother's flowers in his statued hands

after years the cavern was left and protected by the villagers and the descendants in remembrance of this story

the flowers however did not last, but legends say that the only place they grew was within the younger brothers' palms"

Eri looked in sleepy awe at what she was told

Tokoyami's grandfather did always link stories to morals, to always choose love over wealth but to be kind and forgiving

traits he'd hope to pass on to his grandson

and what tokoyami could hope eri would continue

"That was sad but happy" Eri admitted

"I guess the ending was bittersweet, sorry, perhaps it was not the best one to sleep to" Tokoyami apologised as he thought perhaps for Christmas eve it wasn't the most cheery and she was still quite young

"no I liked it, that heroes can help make people better people and the god sounds very patient" Eri explained

"indeed little one, sleep tight," Tokoyami said as he was glad eri got what he had hoped to tell, and so he began to leave so she could sleep

"tokoyami" Eri called before the raven left

"yes?" Tokoyami asked

"Can you sing something, I like your singing voice?" Eri asked as she snuggled into her bedding

"you've heard me sing?" Tokoyami asked curiously as he walked back to the bed

"you were outside reading a book and singing a song, um, two birds on a wire?" Eri explained

tokoyami's feathers poofed in embarrassment, he mustn't have realised

"well ok, but you'll need to sleep soon" Tokoyami said as he began to lie down on the bed next to Eri who happily hugged him, he was tired and honestly sang better when lying down

"what do you want me to sing?" Tokoyami asked

"I don't mind" Eri admitted as she began to close his eyes

so tokoyami thought about what songs he could remember

he wasn't going to start screaming heavy death music at a 6-year-old so other than apple-bottom jeans which Mina made him rehearse to tears there was one more he remembered at this very moment

and so he began to sing silent night

his deep voice, smooth as caramel helped to keep the melody calm and light

singing themselves to sleep as darkshadow returned to his respected sleeping spot

the three being found in blissful sleep and a picture taken by two proud-looking parents

...

"Tokoyami!" the screaming excited voice of Eri awoke the raven with a start

jumping on the bed and moving the raven himself as he blinked awake in a haze, wondering what on earth was happening

"Santa's been!" Eri quickly explained as she began pulling both tokoyami's and dark shadows wrists downstairs

Tokoyami merely allowed this as they hurried down the stairs in which Santa had truly had been

carrot and cookie eaten with crumbs as proof and a half-drank glass of milk, footprints of snow covering the floor and of course

the presents

Aizawa was there holding a cup of coffee in hand as Mic readied Christmas breakfast

"morning and merry Christmas kids" Mic announced happily which Aizawa nodded as enthusiastically as he could

"good morning" Tokoyami and Eri bowed

"After we eat breakfast we can open presents" Aizawa stated as he saw the excited gleam in his daughter's eyes

"which is ready to be eaten so dig in" Mic stated as he finished putting the food on golden plates, a Christmas privilege, along with glasses that had candy cane-designed straws with them

5 of them are to be told

tokoyami was about to question before a figure came flying in

"Merry Christmas all" the voice of hawks welcomed

"hawks" eri, tokoyami and darkshadow in unison questioned with surprise

"I said I'd be here for Christmas" hawks reminded as he sat himself down

that was true, but tokoyami didn't believe he would this early, not that tokoyami was complaining, he was happy to know he wasn't just coming and leaving

so without complaint, there was a new addition to this widely happened Christmas family

finishing breakfast and like a cat, with a laser pointer Eri ran to the living room

the rest are not too far behind

the first gifts were of course from "Santa" as eri received plushies, drawing and writing books as well as some puzzle games and playsets which also held the name of her dads, which made eri give plenty of hugs

then came the more personal presents

"the ones in red and gold are from fumi" Darkshadow called as Eri found a different the coloured present with her name on it

with a nod from Aizawa, she opened the present carefully

revealing a big thick book with pictures of ancient and mystical beasts covering the front

"I believed you'd have some interest and this book will explain what the ancient beasts are along with their tales" Tokoyami explained as eri held the book close

"I love it, thank you tokoyami" Eri thanked as she rushed to hug the raven

"you can call me fumikage if you wish" tokoyami offered as he believed they had grown close enough to be on first names by now

"thank you fumikage!" Eri repeated as she was happy to be so close

the adults smiled as they moved from the couch and towards the tree where it was revealed to have a second sack of presents

only this time, it was for tokoyami

"Sirs I-" Tokoyami began to refuse before they cut him off

"These are from Eri, eraser and me, we want you to have them" Mic stated as they knew what the raven was going to say

"thank you but I couldn't possibly, you've already done so much" Tokoyami tried humbly only for hawks to squeeze his shoulder, providing comfort and allowing Aizawa to say his words

"kid, for once just relax and let yourself be treated, no strings attached, we want to do this just because we want you to have a nice Christmas" Aizawa confirmed

Tokoyami looked around as he watched the encouraging faces awaiting him to enjoy the gifts in front of him

maybe for once, he could let himself be spoilt

so tokoyami reached in for one present and began to open

all the gifts were fully appreciated and beautiful

a new fluffy coat with matching gloves and scarf, a purple sword that glowed purple, courtesy of a gift Eri picked out along with a silver necklace with a ruby designed like an apple, purple and black coloured skull candles, a black notebook and fluffy black snake plushie for darkshadow

"thank you, I'll cherish them all" Tokoyami declared tearfully before quickly running to get the last of the gifts and handing them out to the rest of the teachers

The mic was given a small crystal orb that when someone singed electricity bounced against the walls

Aizawa was given lavender-scented candles that didn't stain clothes or in aizawas yellow sleeping bag

and finally for hawks

he was given a picture frame that had a raven on the left side engraved, a hawk engraved on the right and a fire engraved on the bottom middle

combining all of hawks' favourite things together

hawks looked at this gift in awe

"I'm sorry it isn't much but I hope you like them" tokoyami bowed in the hopes

"it's perfect" hawks whispered as he held the frame like the most delicate feather in existence

"agreed, thank you tokoyami" Aizawa added as he planned to use the candles as much as he could in class

"I'm glad you like them," tokoyami said as he watched hawks place the frame carefully on the table, glad he didn't have to worry about being so worried about money for once and was able to spend it to provide joy to others

"but don't think I forgot kid, it's just my gifts back at my flat" hawks began

"you have a flat?" darkshadow questioned sceptically as they were being patted by Eri, who was very much stuck in her book

"yeah, decided to get one, thought it be better to separate work and my job life" Hawks chuckled

"that's fair, are we going today?" Tokoyami shrugged before asking

"yeah, when you're ready to take off," Hawks said, although he did seem to be getting nervous

"We don't have any plans left till dinner for Christmas lunch so you two get going" Aizawa advised, giving hawks a stare that only the two knew meant

and so the two were off once more

...

tokoyami was glad that Hawks was finally taking care of himself

how many times he'd get back from patrol and see his mentor practically asleep as he wrote on the computer

tokoyami hoped this would help him to separate home from work if all his stuff was the food was in a different place

but it would be still as lonely

tokoyami hadn't forgotten how his mentor said he was the closest thing he had to family

they were two birds of a feather in that sense, tokoyami couldn't help but chuckle bitterly

to be dealt with such familiarly bad cards

these two weeks had been the best, but he couldn't expect Aizawa or Mic to do anymore, they already had Eri who was dealt with even worse cards to provide for, it would be selfish to expect them to take him in, even awkward as eraser was his teacher, after all, so no, even if they did offer he wasn't sure he could accept or would accept

but if-

the raven's thoughts were interrupted when two sets of hands covered his eyes

which in the air made the raven panic

"relax chic, just don't wanna ruin the surprise" hawks reassured as he lead the raven to land

tokoyami trusted his mentor

had grown to care for him like a weird older brother or uncle figure, maybe a father? he wasn't sure, after all, he never had any

but even with one of his senses covered, he couldn't help but trust him

"ok kid, open your eyes" hawks whispered as he lifted his hands

it took the ravens eyes to adjust but when they did he still couldn't believe what he was seeing

they were on the top of an apartment, where twinkling golden lights covered the railings, pronouncing the arrival of a strong and very familiar tree, no leaves and covered in glistening white snow

"what is this?" Tokoyami questioned as he looked in disbelief

"you said the trees are important to you and I don't want to say but there was word of a construction crew going to try and make more houses, I didn't-" Hawks began to explain shakily

only to feel a sudden impact at his side

the raven hugging him tightly as he began to cry

"oh buddy" hawks muttered as he held the raven close

"I'm sorry buddy, I didn't mean" hawks began to apologise, he honestly didn't want this to upset the raven

"no, I just, I love it, thank you, it means a lot" Tokoyami interrupted as he expressed that they were not tears of sadness but of joy

"Anything for you kid" Hawks promised

then gathering his courage he did what he wanted to do after all these days of sticking his head in the sand, he was ready

"speaking of" Hawks began

"yes?" Tokoyami asked

"I've been kinda nervous asking you this but I was just wondering" Hawks continued shakily, trying to stay calm

"yes?" darkshadow asked this time

"Well, um, the truth is I meant what I said when I said you're the closest thing to a family, one I've never had and, well, I see you as my chick, I've always said this, but, I do mean it kid...so...um, if you want to, would like to live with me? here and be a sort of family, together" Hawks offered, shaking with sobs

a moment of silence filled the void before a big smile came upon the raven's beak

"yes! yes, I would love that!" Tokoyami exclaimed as tears of happiness

and so the two hugged each other, crashing to the floor on the knees, too weak to stand anymore

"oh thank god" Hawks cried as he held the raven closer

snow swirling the two as they cried and laughed with the promise of a better life for the two

as a newfound family

...

(1 year later)

"Eri, your cousin and uncle are here" the voice of Aizawa called as he saw two familiar faces appear in the window

"fumi!" Eri yelled as she ran to where the door opened revealing the two birds all bundled up in their winter gear, the raven refusing to wear any other coat than the one before

"hello Eri, how are you this merry eve?" tokoyami asked as he picked the little girl up as she began to tell him all the gifts she had gotten, leading him to her pile

"Hi hawks, how ya doing" Mic greeted as he watched the kids walk into the living room

"we're doing good, just got back from the todoroki's, endeavours been allowed back but as long as we came so I could annoy him, but nice to see toko talk with that shoto kid, two sides of the same coin" hawks joked as he put his coat on the bannister

just thinking about their family situation made him shudder, at least with tokoyami there wasn't too much

he went into a courtroom, asking to adopt the raven and by the end of 2 weeks last year he was officially his kid, the money from his family was cut off so tokoyami never had to have any contact with them ever again, and they were over the moon

"well I hope you didn't stock up on food while you were there" Aizawa grumbled as he began to place the plates and Christmas crackers

"he had a bucket of chicken" dark shadows voice peaked concerning the conversation

"I'm not raising a grass!" Hawks said with a sing-song tone

"Well I hope you're wearing your loose pants cus tea is finished" Mic stated as dinner was set

filled to the brim with pigs in blankets, mash, gravy, carrots, parsnips, stuffing and all the goodies, although no sprouts as everyone refused to eat them much to Aizawa's annoyance, even at Christmas he couldn't escape being a dad to problematic children, and that included the number 2 hero and his husband

regardless everyone sat down and began to dig in

"Can I have some more parsnips please?" Tokoyami asked as it was clear his appetite was much better

even hawks who were now in the mindset of a parent realised living on KFC wasn't the healthiest decision and also asked for extra carrots

in between the meal they began to pull their crackers, filled with horribly punny jokes, little toys like bouncy balls and hopping frogs and of course the Christmas hats

"Merry Christmas fumikage" Hawks with a red crown whispered as he placed a purple coloured crown on his child's head

"Merry Christmas Keigo" tokoyami whispered back as he pushed the hat up properly

"who's ready for CAKE!" Mic screamed as he pulled out a triple chocolate cheesecake

"Mic let their food rest first" Aizawa scolded as the rest laughed at the blond's antics

the laughter filled the room as the two birds matched the very picture that was placed in the bronze picture frame given the very first Christmas they had together, hands around shoulders and hugging each other close, eyes closed and mouths opened echoing the laughter of mirth for many more years to come

[kisstheassassins]

Hi there😊May I request a HC with Connor and SO who is an assassin in The Tyranny of King, but in this SO doesn't remember him when he finds her in the same prison as Kanen'tó:kon hanging by her wrists being tortured by a bluecoat(similar to what happened to Leliana in DA Inquisition). Also she would the same person he originally knew, but cold & kind of emotionless. Not to mention she wouldn't trust him either. Lol sorry that got dark, but thank you for taking the time to read this!

I hope this is to your liking 😊

Also im using (p/n) as your preferred pronouns.

The two men had finally been liberated from the prison they were held in, but Kanen had one last thing to do here before he could finally leave.

There they were at a four-way cross section of the jail, with Kanen looking around at each hallway as if he were trying to remember something.

"What is it?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked his friend; his hand was pulling on Kanen's arm to make him hurry, but he pulled away.

"We cannot leave yet," the other man says, running down one of the halls. If Connor hadn't trusted his friend he would have gone the other way, but he follows close behind.

They find themselves at a closed door, and behind it a voice can be heard. It's cold and harsh, and upon creaking the door open Kanen realizes its not just one person, but two. You hang by your wrists from the ceiling by chains, feet barely hitting the floor as you gasp for each breath.

"I know that there were more of you," the guard says harshly. He has some sort of blunt weapon in his hand to strike you when he thinks you're either lying, or doesn't like the answer you give him. Your face is bloodied and bruised.

"Beat me all you want," you growl, "I'm not saying a damn thing. You and your false King can rot in hell."

Your voice rang through Ratonhnhaké:tons ears like a cannon firing just beside him. His breath quickens as he and Kanen rush in just before the guard strikes you, startling him.

However, before they can reach him your legs wrap around his neck tightly, using your chains to lift you up and choke the man with your limbs. You apply more pressure with each passing minute, and eventually jerk your hips sideways to result the sound of his neck snapping. His body slumps to the floor, as well as your legs. You're exhausted.

Kanen moves the dead body to the side and searches for the key while Ratonhnhaké:ton looks you over. He's still trying to process that he even found you, let alone in this prison. And the state of you; it made him sick to see you so beaten. He always promised to protect you and to prevent this type of thing.

"Took your bloody time," you say, an exasperated smile gracing your lips. Kanen unlocks the braces one by one, and Ratonhnhaké:ton helps you stand when each hand is free. You can't help but fall to the floor, and he helps you down gently. Kanen kneels on the other side of you.

"I don't particularly enjoy leaving my friends behind," he says. You rub your wrists and wince at the pain; no doubt these bruises would be here a while.

Your eyes meet the other man's, suspicion building up the more he stares. His eyes are soft and his mouth is partially open like he wants to say something.

"Friend of yours?" you ask, looking up at Kanen. He nods.

"More like a brother. This is Ratonhnhaké:ton."

You both lock eyes again, and a sense if warmth and familiarity fill your chest. It confuses you; you know you have never met this man in your life, so why are you so..... fuzzy?

You nod at him in greeting.

"(Y/n)," you say, and even though he knows it, he smiles to you anyway.

Kanen and Ratonhnhaké:ton help you stand up and keep you close to support your legs, as it was somewhat difficult to walk after the beatings you received.

"Go on ahead," Ratonhnhaké:ton says, "I'll help (p/n)."

With just you two now following a ways behind Kanen, Connor has a close grip on you and you can't help but notice how closely he watches you. You don't have to look to know, but you can feel his eyes on you.

You try to break the wall with small talk.

"Thanks for doing this," you say, "uh.... " A laugh escapes you. "Sorry, I don't know how to say your name."

He knew it was coming, but he played a long.

"What would you like to call me then?" he asks softly. Your eyes meet his once again and you chuckle.

"My mentor," you begin, "he had a son. Died when he was only six." A pause. "Is Connor okay?"

The man smiles and nods, fixing his grip on your back. You fall in closer to him as your legs are still weak.

"It's perfect," he chuckles, but you weren't able to feel how his heart ached and yearned for you at that moment. "How about we get out of here, hm?"

-----

Benjamin Franklin had been attending to your wounds on your hands and wrists, while the other two who saved you leaned over a table discussing their next move for the revolution over Washington. You can't help but stare at Connor and wonder why he felt so familiar to you, but you never met the man.

"Something bothering you, (y/n)? " Ben asks. You keep your eyes focused.

"How come I've never met Connor," you say. Your friend looks to where you are looking.

"You mean Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

Your eyes glance to Ben and then back.

"We settled on Connor since I can't pronounce his name," you say.

Ben finishes up wrapping the bandages around the cut on your palm, watching you wince as he tucks the fabric in.

"Well," he begins, "I don't think Kanen'tó:kon expected to find his friend here in the midst of all this. He went to war with Washington even before Ratonhnhaké:ton and his mother did."

You sit up off the table and pulls your sleeves down over your bandages.

"Do you trust him?"

"He's been very helpful so far," he states, "in fact, I believe he's done more for us in the past week than we have in a month. I dont think you have anything to worry about."

----

A brief war table meeting later, and everyone has departed to complete their duty for the day, leaving you to rest and Connor to go over what he had missed over the past few weeks. You find yourself beside him staring at the wall of photos and drawings that you and your colleagues had collected for evidence and tracking. Connor stares up at Washington, eyes malice and eager to find the man.

"You seem to have a personal vendetta with him," you say, more so than we do."

Connor looks to you and then back at the wall, exhaling sharply.

"He has done a lot of harm and damage to my people, as well as the rest of the world. My home was burned, my people enslaved."

He stops a moment to collect himself and take a deep breath, almost preparing himself for what he had to say next.

"He... murdered my mother. My father."

You swallow the lump in your throat; people were lucky enough to survive Washington's wrath, let alone escape it. A majority of those here weren't so lucky.

"I'm sorry," you say softly.

A few moments pass and you can't help but stare at him, that feeling familiarity hitting you dead in the chest again. Your palms are sweaty too, you notice, and you're chewing the inside of your cheek. Connor glances your way and turns his head when he sees you.

"What?" he says. You exhale sharply.

"Are you sure we haven't met before?" He shakes his head. "I feel like I've seen you before and its driving me mad."

Connor shifts in his spot, thinning his lips and staring at you, waiting, as if he wanted to speak. But he doesn't. Instead he watches you get closer.

"I don't normally trust people so easily," you say, "but seeing Kanen being so open and close to you, I feel like I can too. Don't take me the wrong way Connor, but you feel real familiar to me and I don't know why."

He smiles sheepishly, memories if you flooding his mind back in.... his original world. All of this surely had to be a nightmare.

"Perhaps we should work together," he begins, "see where this goes from here."

You smile at him and he does the same for you, making you chuckle. You pat his arm and make way upstairs; he is in close pursuit.

He prayed to his ancestors nothing happened to you after this.

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Handcuffed Together: 16

Not again ‘I- what?’ you asked groggily.

‘Just here, take some water. Take it easy for a few minutes’ Loki said while handing you a bottle of water.

You opened the bottle and took a sip. You closed it and handed it back to Loki. Closing your eyes you let the headache past, while leaning against the side of the transparent box the two of you were in.

‘(Y/N)?’ Loki asked

You didn’t respond.

‘(Y/N)?’ he tried again. ‘Please say something’ he said after you still didn’t respond.

‘Don’t’ you finally answered.

‘How are you feeling?’ he asked

‘Like I have the worst hangover in my life. The fact that I’m handcuffed to you, doesn’t make it any better’ you grumbled.

Loki stayed silent for a while. You were focusing on how your body was aching, your head still pounding and how you wanted nothing more than to closer your eyes and sleep.

‘I thought you would be happy to see me again’ Loki softly spoke.

‘Fucking thrilled’ you replied sarcastically.

‘Can you drop the attitude for one second and actually talk to me like an adult?’ Loki snapped.

‘WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? TALKING LIKE AN ADULT? WHEN ALL YOU DO IS LEAVE LIKE THE SCARED LITTLE CHILD THAT YOU ARE’ you yelled at him.

Loki visibly flinched at your anger, and a part of you wanted nothing more than to cuddle closer and work it all out. But the other part, the part that had waited five months for Loki come back, contact you or at least give you some sort of sign that he was okay, couldn’t be ignored.

‘I did it for your safety’ Loki answered.

‘My safety?’ you scoffed. ‘And how did that work out…’ you gestured at the box the two of you were sitting in.

‘It not my fault that you followed that second-rate sorcerer to the Collector!’ Loki defensively said.

‘It’s not? The only reason he was going, was because he heard that you were here. God, what the hell have you been up to all this time?’ you asked.

‘Well, trapped in a box. In case you hadn’t noticed’ he sarcastically replied.

‘Seriously?’ you shot back. ‘And who was able to catch the great God of Mischief and running away?’

‘Thanos’ Loki replied sharply.

‘What?’ you asked in disbelief

‘Thanos got to the Collector first. Apparently there is a price on my head, and yours too. In case you forget the promise that was made to me’ he looked away from you, staring at the empty box beside yours.

‘I haven’t’ you whispered.

‘Well anyway, even tough we’re in trouble, we’re together. Isn’t this what you wanted? As long as we are together’ he mocked.

‘If this was so inevitable why leave?’ you hissed.

‘Because that was the only way to keep you as safe as possible. And I didn’t leave you alone, the whole team was there. I’m sure by now there is half a plan in place? Can you tell me about it?’ he asked.

Now it was your time to look away. ‘I don’t know’ you shrugged.

‘You don’t know?’ Loki asked surprised.

‘No, I don’t know’ you bitterly answered.

‘Why don’t you know? What have you guys been doing for the last months?’ he asked.

‘Never mind’ you said.

He grabbed the side of your cheek with his free hand to make you look at him. ‘I hope you and your team have not underestimated this threat’ Loki said. You saw the anger filling his eyes.

You slapped the hand resting on your cheek away. ‘Of course, we haven’t! The team has been working really hard. It’s insulting to suggest otherwise’ you said.

‘Then, why don’t you know?’ Loki asked again.

‘BECAUSE, I haven’t been part of the team a few weeks after you left. HAPPY NOW?’ you half yelled.

‘WHAT?’ Loki asked in disbelief.

‘Never mind, I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get some sleep. How do you even sleep in this tiny excuse for a prison’ you grumbled. The prison box had coloured see through glass. It was about two meters high, but only 2 by 1 meters wide. With two people, it didn’t give you much room to sleep.

Loki just shrugged. ‘I laid down on the ground. You can sleep if you want, I will sit here and wake you if anything happens’ he said.

You didn’t bother to reply, but laid down on the floor as he stayed sitting up. When you laid down you shuffled as far away from him as possible. If it weren’t for the cuff you would have turned your back. The only thing you could think of was sleep and holding back your tears.

 A horrible scream woke you up. Frantically you started to look around. The room was dark, but there were some lights here and there. Loki put a hand on your back.

‘Sshh, it’s okay’ he shushed you. Rubbing slowly up and down your back.

‘Who is screaming?’ you whispered.

‘I don’t know, but it isn’t you, so I don’t care’ he replied.

‘How are you so calm?’ you asked.

‘I’ve been here a while and there is sort of a routine’ he said.

Loki explained that the Collector collected valuable objects and in these boxes were his entire collection. Sometimes he needs information from his objects that he can sell, if they don’t give it he has other ways to make them talk. In the morning the boxes would move in different positions. He often had tours through his collection, but he never showed Loki. Afraid that someone will try to capture him and bring him to Thanos. Food and water were provided in the morning and at the end of the day by the slaves that were responsible for it. There were scheduled bathroom times and every two days there was the option to take a shower.

He told you that he was on Sakaar for a while, but had to leave, because he had run out of favour with the person running the place. After that he was on Asgard for a short while, but couldn’t tell Thor about it. When he was stealing some food for his next destination, he heard Thor talk about the Collector. The idea that this men had one of the stones didn’t sit right with Loki. He had planned to take the stone and bring it to the Avengers. But Thanos beat him to it, and before he knew it he woke up in this box, where he has been this entire time.

‘Do you know how late it is now?’ you asked.

‘About three o’clock in the middle of the night. You should really get some more rest, kitten’ a small smile appeared on his face.

‘Firstly, don’t call me that. I have a name. And secondly, don’t you have to sleep?’ you asked.

‘What? Kitten? I thought you liked that name’ he purred. ‘And I wanted to give you some space. If I also lay down, things will get very cosy. Not that I mind of course’

‘I’m not going to let you fuck me into another relationship. I’ve spent the last five months getting over you and did that very easily. So, do what you want’ you sat as emotionless as you could.

‘You do know I’m also the God of Lies, right?’ Loki mused.

‘Just shut up. And how is the temperature controlled in this thing?’ you asked, starting to shiver from the cold a bit.

Loki smirked before answering your question ‘It’s an automatic system. I’m afraid there is not much we can do about it’ he said.

‘Fine, just stay away or go to sleep, I don’t care’ you said before laying back on the floor again. Trying to keep your shivering to a minimal.

For a moment Loki didn’t move. Once your breathing was even and slow he moved. You weren’t asleep but were too tired to respond. He had laid down two. Your face was close to his chest and your cuffed hands were almost touching. The both of you were on your sides. Ignoring the closeness, you fell asleep.

You woke up again, getting used to your new environment was not doing much good for you sleep schedule. Loki had put his arm underneath your head and you were with your head against his chest. On one side you wanted to leave, on the other side, you had missed this. That’s when you noticed Loki’s jacket, he had wrapped it around your body as much as the handcuffs would allow it. You closed your eyes and fell back asleep again, deciding to make a decision about Loki in the morning.

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