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Spoiler windblume quest
The fact that Rhinedottir acknowledged that she's still basically a mother to all her creations despite killing most of them meanwhile Ei does not even realize that her creations would see her as a mother I am illl
#ei you are a dumbass#a certified dumbass#a himbo even#what the fuck???#please ei think for a second before creating two whole artificial beings#think of the moral implications don't be stuck in grief it is a terrible way to do thiz#ei#raiden ei#raiden shougun#scaramouche#wanderer#Rhinedottir
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If My Body Could Speak, Blythe Baird | The Godfather, Mario Puzo | My Father's House, Sylvia Fraser | To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Motherâs Affection, Lynne Shako | Storms from Jupiter, Wanda Deglane | DO NOT REPLY, @filmnoirsbian
#connie corleone#carmela corleone#the godfather#web weaving#this is...quite negative towards carmela i guess#so i just want to make it clear that i actually really love her as a character and i actually can understand how she became who she was#she was a woman born in the late 19th century raised not just in a patriarchal society but a CATHOLIC patriarchal society#who therefore grew up learning that she was primarly defined by her relationship to her husband and her capacity to be a 'good wife'#so i totally understand why she would take some type of sick pride in knowing that her husband never 'had' to hit her#but like...that entire part of the book was legit hard to read and Carmela was really not that much better than Vito there#so it's kinda hard for me not side eyed the shit out of her when she blame Connie for being a neglectful mom#like geez Carmela I wonder why your daugther might be struggling I'm sure it has nothing to do with anything you did or refused to do...#i'll say that she did end up being concerned for Connie and trying to help so she definitely deserves some points here#unlike Vito's dumbass who was just like 'it really hurts me to know that my daughter is being hit all the time but i can't do anything :('#'I'll tell her it's all her fault and that she deserves to be hit that will surely help somehow'#Vito really spent the entirety of this book being like 'nothing and I mean NOTHING matters more than blood (conditions very much applies)'#domestic violence mention
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Literally most of Jay's... everything can be explained by the fact that he grew up as an only child.
#I'm not wrong#Look me and the eys and tell me any motherfucker that grew up with a sibling would pull the shit he does#You would think suddenly getting a bunch of them at once would help but nooooooo#/aff I love this blue dumbass#ninjago#lego ninjago#jay walker#ninjago jay
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well lets just hope my nightmare brain isnt right for once about this & that this idea in my head doesnt make me spiral into so much fear paranoia & anxiety that i get physically sick for days again<3
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byan making an insta and/or tiktok account for the cats they adopt with sol but it just turns into cute fun posts about momo and catshaming posts about jjijji
#momo in cute little outfits they've made or doing her cute trill-y lil meow or just being very adorable and sweet bc she's their baby#jjijji staring wide-eyed at the camera behind a shredded shower curtain or with byan's fresh new scratches visible in frame#and maybe there's occasionally sol making byan shaming posts bc they're worse than jjijji and she just takes after them#that's it that's the post thanks for ur time back into my drafts i go#ââ Ë â° â° shitpost âź bold of you to assume i've reached peak dumbass.
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And, yes, I am a feminist
But, bitch, you're making it so hard for me to always be
Supporting all women
I hate that bitch
#you know who...#dead fish eyed fuck#fake brazilian#middle aged middle schooler dumbass#and every single bitch who ever crossed me#Spotify
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Watching a monster high deep dive video and half the popular comments are like âdolls never made me feel bad about my body it was parents so parents and adults complaining about it were wack!â aww thatâs so nice you didnât have yet another layer to add to your body issues that others had to deal with and that youâre now speaking over them! Now shut the fuck up <3
#and another vid abt de/rpy p/ony from m/lp like âIâm crossed eyed/autistic/disabled and Iâm not offended!#youâre not fucking the target itâs intellectually disabled ppl soooo glad youâll speak up abt problems that arenât urs tho!#itâs not abt you! itâs not abt you!#speaking as a cross eyed autistic person. use ur fucking brain and donât shove ur self into Minority Representative shoes u donât fill#also itâs a show for kids u canât put that kind of language in shows for kids but dumbasses donât put that element into consideration#give me the courage not to read comments!
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Off the top of my head oooo Tucker. Tucker, Tucker, Tucker.
"Middle child" of a friend group of kings who's the unruly, improper one of the group. You don't know much about his backstory other than "My dad used to be king, but he was horrible, so overthrew and exiled him." Come to find out it wasn't just his dad who was exiled but his nine older brothers who start coming back into his life after seven or so years. As you get to know the brothers, you discover that they're all (save for one who's still figuring things out, but even he isn't necessarily bad) decent people. Very broken, some more than others, but decent men. Tucker exiling and slandering them made their already terrible lives even worse, and in one brother's case his wife and kids' lives too. As they return and reconnect, he discovers that most of the brothers, except for the one with the family, forgive him for his actions.
It's eventually revealed that his reason for doing this, despite his brothers being nowhere near as evil as his dad, is that he felt abandoned by them. The brothers were close until their mother died, then they drifted apart. Overthrowing his dad was something he'd been planning for a while. Wanting things to go back to how they were and knowing they were ALL miserable, Tucker gave all of his brothers multiple chances to join him, or at least offer help and support. They all refused for reasons ranging from "It's a bad idea" to "I have too much in my own life to worry about now." Once the dust settles, all that remains is a very volatile and emotional 16 year old boy who has just made himself king by force, and his first decree? To send his "evil" family somewhere far, far away, never to be seen again.
I definitely think that if I'm ever fortunate(?) enough to garner a fandom, he'd spark a lot of debate. "He caused a lot of suffering because of a selfish decision he made and doesn't deserve forgiveness" vs. "He was a traumatized 16 year old pumped full of adrenaline when he made said decision and is trying to make things right now."
question for oc enjoyers: which of your ocs would spark a debate so heated it got an entire fandom poll tournament shut down
#text#text post#oc#original character#sorry for the rant#i love talking about things I will never realize#oc story#story#long story#honorable mentions#Antonio (Initially meets his love interest by manipulating her into working for him)#Aries (Not a great mother to her future son)#August (FNV dumbass [posted about him before])#Douglas (Jerk with a girlfriend who is too good for him)#Blu (Just...awful. Has committed so many atrocious crimes. The fandom would be side-eying me HARD)#Capricorn (Unlikeable jerk)#Isabella (âWhy are you falling for Antonio when Dante is RIGHT THERE?!â)#Kathy (Crushing on one of her employees)#Levina (Doesn't really earn her happy ending)#Libra (Probably doesn't deserve the forgiveness she ends up receiving)#Mason (Amoral bastard)#Scorpio (He and Virgo probably shouldn't be together)#Selena (Blackmails a child into doing her bidding)#Yin (supposed to be the âgoodâ twin but is honestly an inconsiderate jerk)
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#after all these years i somehow still am attracted to that short blue eyed dumbass skeleton boy ffUCK#curse you Blue you little fun sized himbo ggrgrhggg#patchy doodles
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remember in like 2009-2011 where 'swag' was the hip thing and a whole shitload of pop songs started bringing up Mick Jagger only because it was a rhyme to swagger
#text#music#the chorus to Black Eyed Peas' The Time is so so nice#though that is 100% nostalgia#the verses? complete dogshit#they make use of the dumbass swagger / jagger rhyme too#and also 'we ain't messin with no maggots / messin with the baddest'#which is the fucking worst word to start a rhyming couplet with#and what you went with isnt even an actual rhyme
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My ass when the shogun puppet:
It's... Yeah.... It's a... thing...
#my ass when the shougun puppet say she is emotionless! she clearly isn't! because why would Scaramouche be able to feel things and not her?#i am so sad for her! please choose self actualization! find a hobby! do something your creator cannot/would not do!#both the puppets (raiden and Scaramouche) are treated so terribly by Yae and Ei in entirely different way#like i get it they're nothumsn but they're complex beings with autonomous thinking! and a consciousness!#and you just don't fucking acknowledge that!#als the puppet is so clearly not meant for ruling! because the techniwue is Khaenri'ahn and why the hell would Khaenri'ahn create god-like#robots to lead them! they were probably meant for combat of course the fatui manipulated her#why did Ei even use those fucking projects? what if Khaenri'ah put some secret idk recording device and didn't mark it in the notes#ei you are a dumbass#a himbo even#or a... shebo?... I guess#textpost#raiden shogun#raiden ei#yae miko#pizza's shogun agenda
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warming up to you
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader
Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?
Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit
Word count: 1k+
Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ê°â â
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her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia
to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)
lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house
so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek
you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular
maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person
the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head
"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"
you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no
he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him
relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search
you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"
fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper
hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms
so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver
you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly
of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase
but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name
the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere
he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"
àČ àČżâ _â àČ ...sure, lilia-senpai
you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"
but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely
??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai
so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)
after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life
popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day
asking you to come over to the light music club after school
you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls
but then one day, he came up to you with a request
"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"
see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"
but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook
see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds
so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls
usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him
but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree
on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen
and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook
"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."
Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...
you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics
but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...
"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.
But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.
"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.
Thump. Thump.
In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.
"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"
Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."
You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.
He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"
thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt
it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it
you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out
only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before
maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)
"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.
He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.
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bang bang, kiss kiss. - p.js
pairing. boss!jay x employee!reader genre. age gap, porn w some plot, long drabble warnings. swearing, infidelity (jay cheating on his wife), homewrecker!yn (sorry), age gap (reader is 21 jay is 31), smut [ office sex, impregnation kink, creampie, oral (f. receiving), degradation, pussy slapping, manhandling, spit ]
a/n. attempt number 2 of trying to make yn a bitch ahaha anyways enjoy whats been plaguing my mind the past few nights. not proofread so pls disregard any typos haha
Park Jongseong's wife had a lot of nerve.
Calling the workplace and disrupting Mr. Park with nonsense you cant even begin to comprehend. He's far too good for her, adhering to her every beck and call, missing out on detrimental meetings and interviews with high-profile clients just to tend to his dumbass wife.
God, you hated her.
As Jongseong's personal secretary, it was your responsibility to keep his business in order, and most importantly, keep him stress-free; which is why you were more than happy to suggest he keep his cell phone off and locked away in your desk for the day, to ward off any unnecessary distractions.
"Always looking out for me, huh?" Jongseong asks, leaning against your desk with a smirk as he willingly hands you his locked iPhone.
"Always," you repeat, not breaking eye contact as you drop the phone into your drawer and slam it shut.
"And what if my wife needs to reach me?"
Your expression goes stoic, and a little bit annoyed. Jongseong knows you hated whenever he brought up his wife in any context, even a hypothetical one.
"She knows your e-mail address," you respond through gritted teeth, your eyes panning over to the empty excel sheet on your desktop.
Jongseong nods, amused and slightly aroused at the distaste you have for his wife. It's fucked up, he knows it is, but he just can't help it. The jealousy in your eyes at the mere mention of his wife was enough to drive him crazy. He loves that you hate her, and how envious you were of her; so desperate to be his wife instead.
"I suppose that's true; but if she calls, just forward her over to me, yeah?"
You don't respond, blatantly ignoring him as you open a new Google tab on your desktop and search 'avg cost of divorce south korea'.
Jongseong leans over, eyes lighting up in a mixture of surprise and amusement as he peeks at your screen, "You're funny, YN," he says, biting back a laugh.
"I'm not joking."
"I know," he stands, shoving his hands into his pockets, "that's the best part. I'll ping you if I need anything."
You nod, chin resting in the palm of your head as you continue to stare at your computer. The results of your Google search were anticlimactic, not one direct answer on the average cost of divorce. Just your luck.
Jongseong discretely glances around the office, making sure all other employees were occupied with their own tasks before leaning down and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the sudden action causing you to stare up at him wide-eyed and raise a confused brow at him.
"And you let me know if you need anything, okay? Anything at all." He says, voice dropping to barely above a whisper.
Music to your ears, really, having Jongseong at your disposal while his own wife would have to fight tooth and nail to even speak to him today. It's a dream come true.
You clear your throat, adjusting your glasses as you straighten your posture, "Okay."
Jongseong smiles down at you one last time before turning on his heels and making his way down the hall and into his office.
A few minutes have gone by when you receive a message.
Jongseong Park [ 10:20 am ] : Around 1-5M KRW, higher if there are any court battles involved.
You [ 10:20 am ] : noted :)
Of course she'd show up to his workplace, so fucking relentless.
You can't really blame her, not being able to call or text Jongseong all day only to have his personal secretary dodge any calls made to the office surely would drive you crazy. Still, she has a lot of nerve.
"Sir, your wife is here," you grit into the phone, glaring daggers at said wife, Park Yunjin, as she scrolls on her phone.
"Shit, should've known," he sighs, "I'll be out in a few, just finishing something up."
You don't bother saying goodbye, slamming the phone down so hard that it startles Yunjin and a few of your coworkers. "He'll be out shortly."
Yunjin smiles, "Thank you, I got kinda worried when I wasn't able to get in touch with him, you know?"
Not interested in making small-talk with Yunjin, your responses to her are limited to hums and polite nods, fighting the urge to slam your head on your desk while ripping your hair out.
After what feels like an eternity, Jongseong finally emerges from his office and calls out for Yunjin, holding back a smile at the sight of the two of you being in the same vicinity.
Yunjin turns, cocking her head to the side with an annoyed look on her face, "Are you busy?"
Jongseong shakes his head, "Not at the moment, come in," he says, pushing his office door wide enough for her to enter.
Adjusting the purse on her arm, Yunjin makes her way down the hall and into the office, glancing at you over her shoulder one last time as she does so. She's suspicious of you, that much was obvious. You're much younger than her, obviously attractive, and the only other person who spends as much time with Jongseong as she does. You know him like the back of your hand, while she could barely get her husband to open up to her.
She has every right to be suspicious, though, considering you are fucking her husband behind her back.
Thirty minutes have passed when Yunjin finally exits his office, her expression unreadable as she shuts the door behind her, strutting out of the office without so much as a glance in your general direction.
Your eyes follow her every movement, staring so intently that you nearly miss the newest messages from Jongseong.
Jongseong Park [ 3:54 pm ] : Are you able to stay a little longer tonight? Need your help with some stuff.
Jongseong Park [ 3:55 pm ] : Dinner on me as an apology for the inconvenience
You [ 3:58 pm ] : of course, whatever u need :)
You donât think much of it when you slip into Jongseongâs office later that evening.
He doesnât bring up the incident with his wife and neither do you, opting to engage in light, easygoing topics as you help your boss complete his workload. It wasnât much besides transferring over data into excel and responding to some emails, surely not enough work that required staying after hours, but Jongseongâs promise of a free dinner was enough to intrigue you.
And the fact that youâd be spending time alone with him, of course, free of your coworkerâs wandering eyes and his wifeâs disruptive behavior.
Your remaining coworkers had finally left for the evening, stopping by Jongseongâs office to briefly wish the two of you a good night and a safe trip home.
Itâs around seven p.m. when youâre finally finishing up the excel sheet, your tired eyes carefully inspecting each and every corner of the screen, double-checking for any minor errors.
âAlmost done?â Jongseong asks, swiveling in his office chair to face you.
You nod, offering him your laptop, âThink so, just need you to look it over.â
Taking the laptop from your hands, Jongseong looks over the screen for half a second before shutting it and handing it back to you. âLooks good to me. Get on the desk.â
You pause, mouth falling open as Jongseong begins to loosen to tie, âWait, can I expl-â
He crosses the short distance between your seat and his, snatching the laptop from your grip as he forces you to stand, âNo more excuses.â
Tossing the MacBook onto your now empty chair, Jongseong hoists you up on his desk, his rough, calloused hands bunching up your skirt until itâs settled around your waist. He doesnât even give you time to prepare, sliding your thong down and off your legs with a quick yank of his hand.
He lowers himself before you, knees hitting the carpet as he becomes eye level with your cunt. Jongseong gathers a wad of saliva in his mouth, staring straight at you through hooded eyes as he spits directly on your pussy.
You shiver, swearing under your breath as he rubs the saliva onto your folds, âThink youâre so fucking funny, huh? Trying to upset my wife.â
Ugh, there he goes again talking about his stupid fucking wife.
âSheâs a distraction, you got so much done today without her bitching in your ear.â You plead, gripping onto Jongseongâs desk with your eyes squeezed shut as he slips a thick finger into your hole.
Itâs true, Jongseong had managed to get a lot more work done today than usual now that his wife wasnât distracting him. Still, he canât admit that, your ego was already big enough as it is. Heâs sure if he inflated it any further your head would explode.
He teases a second finger at your entrance, amused at how easily it slides in from his wet youâve gotten; it hadnât even been five minutes and his hand is practically drenched because of you. âDoesnât matter, you shouldâve listened when I said to forward her calls. She already doesnât like you and you just made it worse.â
Yunjin seeing you as a potential threat had you over the moon, a wicked grin on your face that only pissed Jongseong off further.
His fingers thrust in and out of you at a pace heâs never used before; heâs rough, flustered, and downright mad. His eyes narrow up at you, pulling his fingers out of you entirely to deliver a harsh smack on your clit.
Your body jolts, the sting of the slap sending an unfamiliar, yet arousing, shockwave throughout your body. Youâre suddenly grateful that all the other employees have gone home for the evening, because the loud miss that escapes your lips surely wouldâve had them running to HR.
Jongseong doesnât even give you time to recover or process whatâs happening, a smug look on his face now that heâs successfully wiped the cocky smirk off of yours. He leans forward, plump lips wrapping around your already swollen clit, swirling his tongue around it as he tugs it into his mouth.
He spits again, using his tongue to mix his saliva with your wetness to make a mess of your cunt. âThatâs funny to you? That you just made shit worse?â
You nod eagerly, another painful slap being delivered to your cunt as a result. You jolt again, tears welling up in your eyes as your back arches off his desk. He rotates between aggressively lapping at your clit, thrusting a third finger into your sopping hole, and delivering more slaps to your cunt, each smack harder than the last, leaving your entire body quivering.
By the seventh slap, the knot in your belly finally snaps, a loud slew of sweats falling from your lips as you come on the palm of Jongseongâs hand.
He doesnât even give you the chance to catch your breath, standing as he shoves various paperwork and other miscellaneous items off his desk before forcing you on your back.
âI hope it was fucking worth it,â he grumbles, undoing his belt and zipper.
You nod, âIt was.â
âShut the fuck up.â He says, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your cunt. Your body is still spasming from your orgasm, the aching sensation between your thighs only adding to the overstimulation.
He pulls down his trousers and boxers in a swift movement, fully-hardened cock smacking straight against his abdomen. He pumps himself a few times before aligning his tip against your entrance, not giving you any time to prepare or adjust to his size before plummeting himself into you with a harsh thrust.
You cry out Jongseongâs name, back arching off his desk as you reach to hold onto his shoulders. His fingers move to your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he picks up his already fast and aggressive pace.
Heâs relentless, fucking into you as if you were his own personal pocket pussy. Thereâs no doubt Yunjin would let him do this shit to her.
He takes your hand, pressing it down on your own abdomen as he pushes himself inside of you. Even from the outside you can feel his cock bulging into you. âYou feel me right there?â He asks, breathless.
You nod wordlessly, a tear trickling from your eye as you do so. Jongseong leans down, unintentionally pressing himself further into you as he kisses the tear away, âYou okay?â
You nod again, cupping Jongseongâs face with your hands before bringing him down to kiss you. Itâs soft and sensual, making your heart rate increase as he tilts his head to allow himself further into your mouth.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling his body closer and furthering his cock deeper into your pussy. He swears under his breath, pulling away to press open-mouth, wet kisses on your neck and cheek. He stills for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your warmth wrapping around him as heâs peppering kisses across your collarbone.
He grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together before thrusting into you again. He starts off slow this time, seemingly relishing in the feeling of your cum coating his cock.
He doesnât let up after that, his thrusts becoming much harsher than what you expected, so rough that youâre nervous he may break the wooden desk supporting both of your weight.
âFuck,â he groans, tip of his cock practically slamming into your g-spot, âgonna cum.â
âPlease,â you beg, eyes fluttering shut as your second orgasm approaches.
Jongseong opens his eyes, taking note of your smudged makeup and how fucked-out you look. âWant me to cum inside you, huh? Fill you up until youâre nice and pregnant with my baby?â
You nod embarrassingly because you do want that, to be able to carry Jongseong âs child, clinging to his side to let everyone know it was him that did this to you.
He shakes his head with a chuckle, âFucking knew it.â
That exchange seems to be enough to drive him to his orgasm, because a few seconds later heâs spilling himself inside of you, thick, white ropes of cum coating your insides. Itâs the most heâs ever came, chest heaving with exhaustion as he catches his breath.
Youâre only a few seconds behind him, ironically calling out for God as your own orgasm hits you.
His office goes quiet, the only sounds being your staggered breath along with his overhead ceiling fan.
Jongseong pulls himself out of you, immediately shoving two fingers inside your hole to keep his cum from drilling out of your pussy. Your body jolts again as you let out a pathetic, âJongseong, please.â
âNot letting it go to waste.â He says simply, using his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. âBesides, you said you wanted me to fill you up right?â
âYeah,â you whisper.
âGood,â he groans, ânow lie on your stomach.â
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đđđ đđđđđ & đđđ đđđđ. (final part to đđđ đđđ & đđđ đđđđđđ.)
in the painful memory of what once was, sylus learns that love can't be bound where it was never meant to stay.
â± pairings. sylus, fem!reader
â± genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+
â± tags. sylus's pov, reader is not l&ds!mc, sylus might be ooc, main story spoilers, razor's dance spoilers, nightplumes spoilers, lots of timeskip, fast-paced, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, sweetie), espionage, jealousy, brief smut, mentions of pregnancy/impregnation kink, mentions of accidents, suicide attempt, injuries, blood, usage of guns, usage of knife, killings, death, my own theories incorporated into the lore, sylus groveling bcos yall want him to
â± notes. 9.5k wc. l&ds!mc is referred to here as 'diana'. THIS IS A REPOST of the original post i accidentally deleted. i already posted this several hours ago, so if youâre seeing this new one again, blame my dumbass đ€§ oh well life is life.
Sylus had a part of him that wished things could be different.Â
Ever since he turned away and left you that night at the alleyway, he didnât really realize the chain of events his decision would set into motion. He simply underestimated how strongly your threats were backed by the grudge you had on him for bringing the hunter girl from Linkon into his base.
After all, you were just an assistant of his. And her, she was everything to him. It wasnât just about the Aether Core, tooâtheir bond stretched back into his distant past, into another planet where two of them ruled before the inhabitants of Philos came to ruin everything. Him and Diana had a connection he couldnât sever no matter how much you had come to mean to him. And he spent years, centuries even, just to search for her.Â
So, how could a mere assistant he had known for less than a decade have such entitlement to her role in his life?Â
Eventually, days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. With your prolonged absence from the Onychinus base, Sylusâs business transactions and illicit deals had become increasingly unruly. He had grown too dependent on you as his right-hand woman, relying on your meticulous management to ensure all his illegal activities ran smoothly. Yet now, without your oversight, things were falling apart.
And while he was contemplating how to fill the void your absence had created, the office door slammed open. A subordinate soon rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed. âBoss, sheâs betrayed us!â Luke exclaimed. âSheâs gone to the Hunterâs Association. We got word that she was a high-ranking intelligence agent there!â
âA.K.A a spy!â yelled the other twin, Kieran, who looked equally hurt at your betrayal. âShe fooled all of us. And here, we treated her like family.âÂ
That was how Sylus learned that you had left the N109 Zone, seeking refuge in Linkon City, and had exposed critical intel on Onychinus. At the time, rage naturally exploded within him. Didnât he take good care of you while you were here? He had given you everything, trusted you, and you had thrown it all away. Four years of falling into his trap. Four years of being his partner in crime, his right-hand woman, his lover. People even saw you as the modern day Bonnie & Clyde. Sylus couldnât understand the root of your betrayal, couldnât imagine how letting you slip away from his grasp would cost him so much in return.
When you vowed to do everything in your power to kill Diana, was this just a part of your grand scheme? What other machinations were you orchestrating in your pursuit of revenge?
âSheâs a wild animal on loose.â Sylus looked up at the twins, maintaining a calm yet ruthless mien as he sat on the couch. He might be idly tossing a coin like he didnât care, but inside his brain was chaos ensuing. âWhereâs she now? Any news?â
It was Luke who shrugged in response. âShe hasnât been seen anywhere, boss-man.â
âWe suspect the Association is hiding her,â Kieran added.Â
The hunter girl, Dianaâthe very girl you were jealous of, was sitting next to Sylus throughout the conversation. Their hands were connected by a strong energy linkage that was seemingly ignited by the Aether Cores in their bodies. They couldnât separate themselves even if they wanted to. And God forbid you would have lost your mind tenfold had you seen their situation right now.Â
âThat g-girl,â gasped the hunter girl, eyes wide in bewilderment at what she was hearing. âSylus, your assistant. She did all that? She was a spy from the Hunterâs Association?âÂ
Luke tilted her head at the girl, his beaked mask mocking her. âOh, miss hunter! Havenât you heard about the HIS? You should know them better than us.âÂ
âWell.. what is the HIS?âÂ
âHunter Intelligence Services.â Sylus was the one who answered, releasing a deep sigh while rubbing his temples. âTheyâre top secret. Regular hunters wouldnât have known about them, because they only deal with people like me.âÂ
Diana looked between him and the twins, rubbing her wrist before moving closer to the boss of Onychinus. Her close proximity allowed him to smell her familiar sweet scent. âIs she⊠after me? But I donât understand. If sheâs part of the Hunterâs Association too, then shouldnât we be colleagues?â
Kieran cleared his throat. âEver since you cameââ
âPlace a bounty on her head,â Sylus interrupted the twins, and also ignored the question of the girl next to him. She didnât need to learn the history behind you and him, or why you chose to target her. âMake sure to bring Y/N back to me. Alive.âÂ
âRoger that, boss!âÂ
It was his last desperate attempt to draw you back to him. Now that you had the Hunterâs Association protecting you, Sylus knew that locating you wouldnât be as simple. Otherwise, he would have easily captured Diana long ago. He convinced himself that the bounty was to punish you, but deep down, he knew it was because he couldnât bear to lose you to his enemies completely.
~~
It took you a year to return to the N109 Zone.
Did you forget he had eyes and ears everywhere? He was the boss of that infamous No-Hunt Zone. Even if you leaked intel about his residences and the Onychinus base to the Hunterâs Association, Sylus still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He had hideouts in places that even you werenât aware of, and the residents of the N109 Zone were loyal to him. Too loyal that they wouldnât give any information to anyone no matter the consequences.Â
And how foolish were you to forget about Mephistoâs existence?
âCaw! Caw!â
The mechanical crowâs eyes glowed with the same red hue as Sylusâs as it landed on his arm, projecting visions of you entering the underground fight club disguised in an Onychinus uniform. It was almost farcical that you thought you could infiltrate a place Sylus frequented unnoticed.
But then, the vision shifted to you speeding on a motorcycle with a truck in hot pursuit. Sylus quickly recognized the truckâs decalsâit was the hitman he often employed for dealing with his enemies, now terrorizing you in a high-speed chase. Without hesitation, Sylus grabbed his leather jacket and mounted his own bike, racing to your location in sixth gear.
He arrived just a minute too late. And what was meant to be a dramatic reunion turned into a scene of you lying unconscious and injured on the road, while the hitman grinned nearby with an expression of triumph. If it hadnât been for your helmet, Sylus would have been met with the gruesome sight of your shattered skull.
âMr. Sylus!â the hitman exclaimed, jumping out of his truck with arms outstretched in petty victory. âCan I get the $500,000,000 in cash?â
As Sylusâs gaze fell on your unconscious, injured body sprawled on the ground, a surge of anguish overwhelmed him in ways he couldnât understand. But it was quickly replaced by seething rageârage that made him summon his black-red mist, enveloping the hitman in its dark tendrils.
âI said not to harm her,â Sylus growled, his red eye glowing ominously against the desolate highway backdrop. âYou failed your task.â
âP-Please, Mr. Sylus! I thought youââ
Without another word, Sylus scooped you up in his arms while his mist dealt with the hitman behind him. The hitmanâs desperate cries were soon drowned out by the expanding tendrils, which tightened around him until he was engulfed. Then, in a violent burst, the mist exploded, reducing the hitman and everything around him to dust.
Sylus brought you to his underground hideout immediately after. And an unfamiliarâor perhaps strangeâpang tugged at his heart as he gently laid you in bed, his gaze lingering on the road rash you obtained from the crash. The injuries were severe, with patches of skin nearly stripped away in the most brutal fashion he could think of. He could only imagine the burning pain you had to endure as soon as you skidded along the gravel, and Sylus felt his own frustrations knocking at the door knowing that he didnât have the power to extend his fast-healing abilities to you.
âTch. My kittenâs reckless as always, riding without the proper gear,â Sylus grumbled, looking at your unconscious body. âYouâve never been one to follow the rules, have you?â
To make up for his inability to save you on time, he applied a potent medicinal ointment all over your body and placed you in an anesthetized state while you healed. His mist enveloped you like a protective shroud the entire time you laid in bed unconscious. Every single day, Sylus tended to your wounds, changing your clothes and bandages, and applying the ointments over your bare body. He even took special care to ensure the twins did not enter your room without his permission.Â
Despite the care he showed, a persistent question echoed in his mind: Why am I doing this for you? You were his enemy, a traitor, and a woman who had betrayed him. It didnât make sense.Â
That afternoon, feeling suffocated from this internal conflict, Sylus decided to leave you in the care of Luke and Kieran while he went to Linkon. He knew he needed space to grapple with the feelings that were driving him to care for you in the first place.
He needed to see the real woman he should be caring for.Â
Because you had not only exposed intel on Sylus and Onychinus to the Hunterâs Association, you also asked for them to isolate Diana so she would have no way to see or contact him. Who knew that mere feelings of jealousy would spark you to do such trivial things?Â
Frankly, you were insane. You were dark and twisted like him.Â
But in a way, it only underscored how similarly deranged the two of you were. Perhaps, in your madness, there was a strange compatibilityâone that Sylus found unsettlingly fitting. The suggestion of you two being more a suitable pair than he and Diana gave him an unease that he couldnât simply shake away.Â
It should be her. Her. Just her and her alone. He dedicated his whole life into finding her, yet you came into his life to ruin the foundations he had built to meet the person he was supposedly destined for. He had repeated it over and over in his mind like a broken recordâthe voices in his head telling him to let you go, to hurt you, to make you suffer.Â
However, as he stood across the pedestrian crossing, watching Diana from afar, a realization hit him like a cold gust of wind. There she was, oblivious to his presence on the other side, but the spark that once ignited in his heart whenever he saw her was gone. Now, his pulse remained steady and his heart stayed still.
With a wary glance around, mindful of any watchful eyes, he decided to pick up his phone and ring hers. It was a good thing he was able to seamlessly blend into the crowd, with his practiced nonchalance making him invisible among the throng of people. After all, he was Sylus Qin, the mastermind of Onychinusâdisguise was second nature to him.
âSylus?â Her voice came through the line, tentative and filled with a mix of emotions as she scanned the faces on the other side of the crossing.
âAccording to the conditions set by the Hunterâs Association, we shouldnât be meeting again.â His voice was steady, almost detached, as he kept the phone pressed to his ear. âOr if not, you will be marked as a Tenebra.âÂ
Her eyes eventually found him amidst the walking crowd, keeping an expression on her face that showed both longing and forlornness. âNot the first time someone has been marked a Tenebra because of you,â she managed to slip in a snarky remark in her worried expression. âAre you hurt? Did they hurt you?âÂ
âAre you worried about me?â he nonchalantly asked, watching as she stepped off the curb when the light turned green. Each step was a step closer to him, but nothing changed the pace of his own heartbeat like it should have. Nothing stirred within him as it once did.
âYou have the audacity to use a phone when youâre right in front of me,â she snapped, frustration flaring as she yanked the phone from his grasp. Without hesitation, she grabbed his arm, dragging him along with her to escape the dangers of being seen in public. They ended up in an alleyway, a place hidden from prying eyes, an irony that made Sylus chuckle under his breath. The alleyway. Why has that become such a memorable place to him? âSylus, whatâs so funny? I was so scared something happened to you! You couldnât even call me back or text me the past few days?â
He remained expressionless as he observed her outburst. Strange. In her frantic worry, she reminded him of you, and it was a discomfiting parallel that sent chills down his spine. âI said Iâd need to disappear from your life completely, so I have to tie up loose ends,â he began, each word seemingly a dagger to her heart. âWe havenât been able to resonate either way, sweetie. Thereâs no reason for us to keep meeting.âÂ
âNo!â she adamantly denied the thought, pulling him into an embrace. âNo, youâre not allowed to disappear just like that! We need to find a way to getââ
âItâs a dangerous gamble to be caught in my world,â he said in a low voice.Â
But she was stubborn. âIâm already caught in it! So, please, Sylus, take me with you. Take me to the N109 Zone or wherever youâre hiding. I want to be where you are.â And in spite, she uttered words that made Sylus think twice about his perception of you. âItâs her fault that this is all happening. Sheâs a traitor to you and to the Association. Her loyalty isnât with anyone but herself, Sylus. Sheâs the one who needs to disappear!â
~~
Back at his hideout, Sylus was careful to ensure that Diana remained oblivious to your presence in another room. He was already grappling with how to manage the situationâtorn between the woman he loved and the woman he had wronged who, ironically, were both now under the same roof. The thought of you two crossing paths was a nightmare he didnât want to deal with, so he gave strict orders to the twins, notorious for their loose lips and loud mouths, to keep Diana far from you.
Because when Sylus returned to your room, he knew you were awake. The dark classical music playing from the vinyl record had likely stirred you from unconsciousness. It had been nearly a week since the crash, but thanks to his meticulous care, your wounds had mostly healed, leaving only faint scars behind.
âYou canât hide from me forever.â Sylus hovered over you to whisper into your ear, summoning his protective black-red mist to slowly release you. âWake up, kitten. We have unfinished business.âÂ
When you finally opened your eyes after what felt like an eternity, Sylus told himself it was natural to feel relieved, that it was only right for his heart to soften at the sight of you returning to consciousness. But as you awoke, the voices in his headâthe damned, relentless voicesâgrew louder, mocking him, provoking him, and luring him into darker thoughts. His right eye began to glow like a flickering candle, and when he saw the fear on your face, the words that followed werenât his own. They were driven by the unforgiving side of him he couldnât control, a side that thrived on your terror. The beast that couldnât be tamed.Â
Sheâs a traitor.
Punish her.Â
Hurt her.Â
Devour her.Â
While in a heated, dramatic exchange with you, Sylus was spewing words he didnât mean. He was doing actions without regard. He was mocking your pain. Your jealousy. Your heartbreak. The drive to hurt you was strong in his head, but he fought desperately against it. The demon inside him that tried to consume his every thought. He tried to battle his own self just to protect you.Â
âI betrayed you because of her!âÂ
His laughter died down, but the amusement in his eyes only deepened, replaced by the wicked smile on his face that enjoyed seeing you suffer. âItâs always been about her, hasnât it? You see me with her, and you canât stand it. It eats at you, makes you act out.â
You tried to move away, but Sylus pressed his foot firmly on your wrist. She betrayed you, Sylus. Punish her.Â
âIâve seen your struggle,â he continued, his voice soft but laced with corrupt satisfaction. âThe way you watched me with her, the way it gnaws at you. Itâs almost poetic, really.â
It wasnât until you reached for the gun on his nightstand, pointing it at yourself, that Sylus snapped out of his dark trance. The horror in his eyes was a stark contrast to the sorrowful shine in yours as you stood there, sobbing in front of him. Each word you spoke was tailed with the pain of a heart shattered by everything he had done and said.Â
â...All I wanted was your love,â you choked out with tears cascading down your face, âI j-just wanted you to love me. I turned my back on the H.A. for you. I left all my friends and family for you.â Your breathing was still for a moment, but your heart had already been blown into smithereens. âAll I had was you. I loved you. I devoted all my body and soul into loving you, Sylus. Why c-canât I have even a little bit in return?â
Even as his gaze softened and a flicker of regret passed across his face, you had already made your decision when your finger tightened on the trigger. The recoil jolted your wrist, but before the bullet could find its mark, Sylusâs hand shot out and expertly deflected your aim. Instead of ending your life, the bullet shattered a window, ricocheting off the glass and disappearing into the night.
âAre you out of your mind?!â Sylus roared, his voice a thunderous mix of fury and disbelief.
You were barely responding to him as he cupped your cheeks and forced your lachrymose eyes to lock into his crimson ones. It was as though you had already resigned yourself to reality, that ending your own life would have been a better option than being with the man you hopelessly loved.Â
âY/N,â Sylus tried to shake you awake, desperate for you to look into his eyes. âY/N! Enough. Letâs end this game.âÂ
â...I was never playing one with you.â
Sylus was overwhelmed by a profound, indescribable pain that pierced his chest. It was a pain that mirrored yours but was infinitely more intense. âI warned you many times before to never fall in love with me,â he said in a low, softened voice, âItâs for the best, and itâs what will keep you safe. Why donât you listen?â He longed to pull you into his arms, but the crushing reality was that he only now realized how deeply he cared for you. It was devastating that his awakening had come at the cost of your near-suicide, forced by a love he was unable to return.
Was it truly too late for him to come to terms with his feelings for you? Was it too late to accept that he had fallen in love with you rather than the woman he believed he was meant to be with?
His answer came in the form of a gut-wrenching realization. It manifested in the frantic voice of Dianaâthe woman he believed he loved, piercing through the haze of his thoughts by yelling, âSylus, step back!â
âNo!â he shouted, his black-red mist swirling to intercept the bullet.
But his efforts came too late. The bullet had already been set in motion, and it tore through the side of your head.Â
It penetrated your skull with a cruel precision, not just once but twice. And the warmth of your blood seeped through his fingers as he caught your head before you fell onto the floor.Â
Sylusâs mind raced with the enormity of what had just happened. His face grew ashen as he looked at your bloodied head and lifeless eyes, a wave of acid welling up his chest until he couldnât breath. But the reason for his suffocation was because of his own guilt and grief. It was at the force of a sledgehammer when he was hit with the admission that he had always been in love with you. All along, despite your tangled mess, it was you who had captured his heart in this world.
His chest tightened, his breaths coming in ragged, broken bursts, while he held you close in his arms. And your last three words, your very last words of âI⊠love⊠youâŠâ as you stared despairingly at him was icing on this bitter cake.Â
No⊠no!Â
He couldnât fucking accept it. He was losing his mind, he was going insane. He was plunging into madness. Utter hysteria. âY/N, please,â he begged, his voice breaking as your eyes, once full of life and light, were now glazed over with the sheen of death. âDonât leave. No, I canât let this happen!â For the first time in a long time, he once again felt hot tears leaving his eyes. It was an emotion so rare it only ever showed toward the people he deeply cared about. âI love you too,â he struggled to say. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean what I said back there.â
Sylus held you close, disregarding the blood staining his clothes while he was consumed by agony and regret. He had driven you to this, pushed you away, and then drawn you back into his orbit only to lose you forever.Â
Though he may have conquered your heart, in doing so, he had only destroyed the both of you. The memory of your love and the warmth of your touch would haunt him for the rest of his days. And as he held your lifeless body, he knew that he would never be whole again.
But it shouldnât be too late. No, it shouldnât! He didnât know if it was the hysteria or adrenaline kicking into him, but he had thought of an ideaâno matter how immoralâthat would return you back to him. He just couldnât weigh which strong emotion he had to deal with first; should he grab the gun and shoot Diana out of anger? Or should he ignore her presence entirely and just focus on you?
Sylus chose to proceed with the latter as he carried you through the corridors of the base, his steps heavy with guilt and his shirt drenched in blood as you remained unconscious in his arms. The hunter girl had followed him in his spiritless steps, her eyes wide with confusion over his anguish.
âSylus, why are you doing this?!â she demanded, grabbing his arm to halt his progress. âShe wouldâve killed you. That girlâs a traitor!â
Although he stopped in his tracks, he couldnât really return her gaze. His eyes could only look at your lifeless ones. âThat girl you shot in the head,â he spoke low and in despair, âis my woman.âÂ
Diana was horrified. âBut⊠but you never saidââ Before she could finish, the twins intervened, holding her back from pursuing Sylus further. âWhat about me?â
He had already turned away. âIâll fulfill my promise to protect you from afar, but this is where our paths part. Do not come near me again.â
~~
Sylus stood over your unconscious body, his eyes bloodshot and tears-streaked, while his heart pounded with a mix of grief and desperation. He had summoned Philip and the finest surgeons he knew to his hideout, where you lay in a medical bed, exposed and vulnerable, as if you were a subject in a desperate experiment.
Philip arrived with a grim expression, his eyes scanning the scene with both skepticism and professional detachment. Sylus could barely contain his desperation as he demanded, âDo everything you can to save her. Even if it means infusing a high-grade protocore in her brain.â After all, he had plenty of that. Sylus had all the resources, protocores of the highest grade, each with their own purpose and capabilities.
Yet Philip hesitated, his face contorting with concern. âMr. Sylus, you know I canât do this. Sheâs gone. The best thing to do is acceptââ
That was when Sylusâs composure cracked. He kicked the nearby chair out of rage, tears streaming down his face as he begged, âYouâve done it before. Do it again! Please, I need her to live!â
The sight of Sylus, usually so imposing and dominant, breaking down in front of him was shocking. Philip felt a pang of sympathy toward the Onychinus boss who was willing to do everything for a woman who was already dead. His hands trembled as he spoke, âI-I can try. But Iâm warning you, Mr. Sylus⊠even if she survives this, thereâs zero chance her memories will be the same. They may even become altered, and it will be out of our control.â
Sylusâs gaze never left you. âI donât mind. Just do it.â
~~
Weeks later, Sylus found himself in a secluded alleyway, meeting with a deepspace hunter who was also an enemy of his from another planet. Of course, the atmosphere was tense as both men stood in front of each other, eye-to-eye, carrying a defensive stance from one another.Â
They were never friends. But that day, they werenât enemies either.Â
âHowâs she?â Xavier broke the silence first.Â
Sylus answered with a low voice. âShe hasnât woken up, but sheâs stable.â
âWhyâd you ask to meet?â
âI want you to look after her,â the Onychinus leader began, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of desperation, âSpeak to the Association about taking Y/N back and forgiving her for her betrayal. In return, Iâll step away from Dianaâs life. Sheâs all yours. I just want Y/N to return to her normal life.â
Xavierâs expression was serious. âYouâre forgetting you still have a bounty on your head.â
âAnd youâre forgetting you and your backtrackers destroyed the planet where I was living,â he replied in equal disdain, but only enough to trap Xavier into a wall of guilt and obligation.
âIâll see what I can do,â said Lumiereâor, in his current form, the deepspace hunter, Xavier. âThe HIS will be easy to convince. But what if she wakes up and wants to go back to the N109 Zone?â
Sylus felt a tug of deep sadness pulling at his heart. âShe wonât. Her memories of me are gone for good.âÂ
~~
If this was his karma for hurting you, then it was definitely the worst kind.Â
Sylus maintained a distant watch over you after you returned to Linkon, observing from afar as you rejoined your life with the support of the Hunterâs Association and former colleagues. Each day, he sent Mephisto to monitor your whereabouts, carefully tracking your interactions and daily activities. The mechanical crow often returned with glimpses of your life, which Sylus scrutinized with intense focus as if he were watching a movie. Each glimpse offered him a sense of relief, happiness even, at knowing how easy you were settling back into your old life.Â
You had been officially dismissed from the Hunterâs Association due to a medical condition that rendered you unfit for duty, but they continued to cover your pension and provided free lodgingâlikely thanks to Xavierâs persuasive influence over the Association. The official story was that you had been sent on a dangerous mission where a Wanderer had placed you in a life-threatening predicament. The narrative praised your honor and dedication to the end. There was no mention of Sylus, Onychinus, or the N109 Zone. No hint of the life you had once led or the truth behind your memory erasure.Â
Yet, in a bitter twist of irony, perhaps the story you were told may not actually be farther from the truth.
After all, Sylus was the dangerous monster that sent you to that life-and-death situation.
But at least now, you were well cared for. So much so that Sylus fought to contain his jealousy whenever Mephistoâs eyes relayed visions of you sharing lunch with a physician named Dr. Zayne. He struggled to mask his irritation as he saw the man drape an arm around your shoulders while guiding you out of the hospital or wrapping a scarf around your neck to keep you warm. He would often even drive you home and send you gifts that were masked as tokens of ârecovery.â
Bullshit.
Sylus clenched his fist, his thoughts of jealousy consuming him. My girl, he thought in despair, my beautiful girl is cherished by other men, while he remained imprisoned in the desolate shadows of the N109 Zone, longing for you.
Eventually, Sylus felt an overwhelming urge to see you in person. After discovering that you had taken a job at a cafĂ© in Bloomshore District, he convinced himself that observing you from a distance wouldnât cause harm. He just wanted to be near you, to ensure your safety, and to protect you from any potential threats.
As he sat on a nearby bench, Luke joined him with a comment. âBoss, you said we needed to disappear from her life.â
Kieran, taking a seat on Sylusâs other side, added, âDo you think sheâd recognize us if we walked into that cafĂ©? If she doesnât, Iâll give her a hard time with my orders âtil she remembers us!â
âHa ha! Letâs do that!âÂ
âBoss, letâs go!âÂ
âLeave her be.â Sylus took a deep breath, adjusting his sunglasses and setting aside his newspaperâpart of his disguiseâas he watched you through the cafĂ© window. He noticed the subtle traces of familiarity in your actions, but the connections that once bound you were now distant memories. â...Iâm just here to make sure no oneâs bothering her.â
The truth was, he wrestled with his emotions each time he visited the cafĂ© you were working at. He wanted to approach you, to speak to you, but he hesitated each time because of the fear of rejection and the pain of seeing you not remember him holding him back. There were so many what-ifs in his head that it drove him insane to think about.Â
Because if anything, what if you were already seeing someone else? What if you were already in a relationship with that scumbag doctor from the Akso Hospital?Â
It was petty jealousy that drove Sylus into stepping into the cafĂ©. And the first time your eyes met since you resurrected, his heart initially froze, then raced uncontrollably. His heart swelled with hope as you looked up at him, but it was quickly replaced by the lack of recognition in your eyes the moment you spoke from the counter.Â
âHi. What can I get you?â you asked, treating him no differently than any other customer.Â
Sylus was caught off-guard, but he knew he had to play the part. âI, uh, Iâll get an Americano. Large.âÂ
âAlright, sir. And your name, please?â you asked, following your routine without any real interest in the man before you.Â
But in a way, this was a relief for Sylus. It confirmed that the protocore embedded in your head was functioning as intended, and that any dark memories from the past had been completely erased, even if it meant he was no longer part of your life.Â
âSkye,â he said with a soft smile. âThatâs my name.â
~~
There wasnât a single day Sylus missed visiting the cafĂ©.Â
At first, he worried that his constant presence might seem odd, or that you might think of him as a stalker. But as the days passed, seeing you became an essential part of his routine. A day without catching a glimpse of you felt incomplete, almost maddening. Seeing you was like a drug he couldnât get enough of.
Initially, you found his regular visits a bit strange, but gradually, the small interactions between you two evolved. Sylus began to appear at the cafĂ© just when you needed him mostâwhether it was fixing a broken coffee machine, addressing rude customers, or simply offering a helping hand. These acts of kindness somehow transformed your view of him. What started as a customer-service relationship slowly became more personable, and in recent days, you often greeted him warmly and smiled whenever he walked in. If only you knew how badly it warmed his heart that he got to do things for you without making him feel like he was intruding in your life.
And to be honest, Sylus even felt like he might beâas Luke termed itâfoolishly âcrushingâ on you.Â
âWho knew our boss-man could be a hopeless romantic~?â
There was a time when he visited the cafĂ©, only to find out from your manager that you called in sick from work. Sylus knew where you lived, but going to your place uninvited was a different story. He had to put some boundaries no matter how worried he was for you. But that was when Mephisto became useful; the mechanical crow would simply fly off to your place and observe you from outside. Then, an idea to drop a box of medicines and chocolates at your balcony was something he had thought of at the last minute.Â
Back in the N109 Zone, Sylus anxiously looked at his crow. âAre you sure she didnât see you?âÂ
âCaw! Caw!âÂ
âDid she eat the chocolates?â he asked, exhaling a deep breath he didnât think he was holding.
âCaw! Caw! Caaaw!â Mephisto responded, fluttering its wings as if to reassure him.
~~
And then, that day happened.Â
The day Sylus finally gathered the courage to ask you out, fate had other plans. And what began as a simple gesture to offer you a ride home during a stormy night quickly escalated into something far more intense.
Because one moment, he was offering you a ride. The next, he found himself in your bed, having the most passionate sex he had ever had with someone. He wasnât even sure if he could call it that, because it felt more like he was making love to you, even if to you, he was probably just an attractive guy you unexpectedly hooked up with.Â
So, he had to make himself known. He had to hear his real name leaving your lips. âSylus,â he breathed into your ear, hands tracing your curves, âCall me Sylus, kitten.âÂ
That night, he was an insatiable man who could only be satisfied by his woman.Â
When he was buried far too deep inside you, he enjoyed the sight of ecstasy on your face and lavished at the sounds of your titillating moans with his every thrust. Not only did he miss the feeling of your walls tightening around his shaft, he also remembered how badly you used to want him to cum inside you.Â
And so, he did just that. At his climax, he released hot spurts of seed into your womb, fulfilling a wish from the past that he used to deprive you of.Â
But as the night progressed and the heat of the moment faded, the conversation shifted to a more profound and emotional terrain. Sylus wrestled with the urge to reveal the truth about his true identityâevery painful detail and the secrets he kept from you. Yet, he knew that doing so would only complicate matters further and risk causing you more pain. The idea of hurting you again, after such a meaningful connection, was unbearable to him, especially now that you were still fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any moment.Â
âWhy do I get the feeling that I was the one who experienced a one-sided love before?âÂ
âNo, you were loved. You were very loved. There was no one else,â he pressed, forcing you to believe the narrative with his rueful eyes staring back at you. âI was the one who wasnât worthy of you⊠But Iâd like to try and win your heart again this time. If you allow it.âÂ
âSylus⊠I donât know what to say. Iâm sorry for not recognizing you before. I just⊠I lost a chunk of my memories, and I donât know if itâs been altered or what, butâŠâ He caressed your back as you took a deep breath. âIâll try to remember, okay?â
âPlease donât.â He shook his head, crestfallen as he thought of the past that was rightfully erased. âAnd thereâs no need for apologies, sweetie. There wasnât anything you did wrong.âÂ
~~
Your relationship with Sylus remained unclear since that night. And it seemed as though the roles had reversedânow he was the one left wondering where he stood in your life. Because on the surface, it did seem like you were willing to work on building a relationship with him again, but every encounter you two had were always physical rather than emotional.Â
Sylus found himself at your apartment frequently, three or more times a week, engaging in intense, passionate encounters. He had lost track of how many times you two could do it in a single night, exploring every possible position, in every corner of your home. He had tried his hardest to make you feel like he was the only man who was more familiar with every inch of your body than anyone else. Yet, despite the physical closeness, he sensed that the emotional barriers between you remained intact.
No matter how deeply intertwined your bodies became, the walls around your heart remained firmly in place, and Sylus knew that there was a part of you he still couldnât reach.
That, and the fact that he was still seeing you interact a little too closely with that doctor from Akso.Â
It somehow didnât surprise you when Sylusâs car showed up outside the hospital to pick you up, and you got on with a guarded look.Â
âHowâs it for my kitten today?â Sylus asked as he secured your seatbelt, his lips brushing against yours in a quick peck. âYou didnât mention youâd be at the hospital.â
You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. âOh, I just... didnât think I needed to inform you of my whereabouts.â
Dammit. He knew you werenât officially together, but it hurt more than he cared to admit. And it didnât help that Sylusâs pride couldnât naturally take it, so he probed more. âThat doctor. Heâs not your neurologist, is he? It seems a little inappropriate for him to always be around you like that.â
âWell, Iâve known Zayne for a long time,â you merely replied, eyes focused on the view outside rather than the driver of the car. âIâd also appreciate it if you'd be less territorial over me, Sylus. I know you said we have a history together, but I donât remember a thing, so⊠I hope you wonât rush me.âÂ
The Sylus you knew back then would have been enraged. Who were you to order him around? Who were you to tell him what he should and shouldnât do over someone he rightfully owned? But he was a changed man now, and it was all because of you. You were the beauty that tamed him into a powerless beast.
âI understand,â Sylus replied, swallowing his pride as his hands tightened around the steering wheel, focusing on the road ahead. âI apologize.â
He heard you sigh beside him, and a part of him wondered if it was out of sympathy. But before he could dwell on it, you spoke up, your tone more serious. âI was at the hospital today because I had a pregnancy scare.â
Sylus hit the brakes at the red light a bit too abruptly, his heart racing in excitement. âAre you?â
âNo, thank God,â you breathed out in relief. âBut... can you please stop doing it inside? I really donât like it. Itâs not smart for me to get pregnant by a man I barely know.â
His chest tightened in a way he couldnât describe. The old you nearly begged him for a baby so he could be yours forever, but he was aware that this version of you right now was not the same. It never would be, and that was the price he had to pay for love.Â
âI wonât do it again.â Once again, swallowing his pride. âIâm sorry.âÂ
You still invited him to sleep at your apartment that night, and your reason being to work on the memories of him you had lost. Time and time again did Sylus tell you it was better you didnât remember them, but he could also understand your dilemma when you told him that you always felt like a piece of you was missing ever since that âaccidentâ.Â
âAnd this ugly scar on my temple,â you pointed it out, settling into your side of the bed. âWhat kind of Wanderer did I fight for me to get a traumatic brain injury?â
Sylus placed a tender kiss on your scar. âPerhaps it was a heartless monster more terrifying than a Wanderer.âÂ
Like me.Â
âOh, well.â You pulled the sheets over your body, suggesting you two would have no action tonight. âGood night, Sylus.âÂ
â...Sleep tight, kitten.âÂ
You didnât need to worry, though, because he wouldnât have touched you even if you had explicitly asked him to. After hearing your words that afternoonâabout not wanting to get pregnant by him and asking him to stop being so territorialâSylus felt the need to pull back and be more cautious in his actions toward you. Your words had cut deep, but he understood you were only protecting yourself from a man who was, essentially, still a stranger to you.
And despite the sting, he had promised himself that he would be patient for the only woman he cared about.
~~
However, that same night was a different story.Â
No, it was actually way past midnight when Sylus woke up from an agonizing scream that pierced the silence of the night, chilling him to the bone. Instinctively, his hand reached out to the side of the bed where you should have been, but the sheets were cold and empty. And then panic gripped him, forcing him to leap out of bed, his mind racing with a single horrifying thought: the protocore.
He darted outside of your bedroom and deeper into your apartment space, his eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. The image of you, eyes wild and frenzied, ravaged by the effects of the protocore, haunted him.
What if itâs happening now? What if I lose her for good?
The horrifying thought of the protocore making you berserk like a wild Wanderer was always there.
His heart nearly stopped when he saw you on the kitchen floor, curled up, your body wracked with sobs. Relief washed over him to have found you, but it was fleeting, replaced by a deeper, more insidious fear. He tried to approach you cautiously, his voice soft as he placed his hands on your shoulders, âSweetie, are you okay?â
You flinched at his touch, and when you turned to face him, the sight made his blood run cold. Your eyes, usually so warm, were now wide and filled with tearsâtears of terror, of anger. And in your trembling hand, you held a knife, its blade gleaming in the low light as you pointed it directly at his throat.
âDonât come any closer!â you cried, your voice breaking at every word. Sylus froze, his breath catching in his throat as your sudden hostility surprised him. The knifeâs tip hovered dangerously close to his skin, but it wasnât the threat of violence that shook himâit was the raw, unfiltered pain in your eyes.
âKitten, letâs talk about it calmly.â His voice was laced with cautiousness.Â
âStop calling me that!â You swallowed hard, your grip on the knife tightening. âYou! I had a nightmare... about you. But it felt real, like a memory. You were torturing me at your base, laughing... and then, you shot me in the head.â
Sylusâs heart dropped into his stomach at hearing your altered memory. He felt his soul tear apart at the edges as he stared into your tear-streaked face. âIt was just a dream. It wasnât real, kitten.â
But you werenât listening. âBut is it also not real? That youâŠâ You uttered each word with a threatening voice, âare the boss of Onychinus?â
The question hit him like a physical blow. He opened his mouth to answer, but the words were stuck in his throat and refused to form. He was trapped. The situation felt like a dead endâhe could deny that your dream was a real memory, but admitting he was the leader of Onychinus would only validate that lie.
His silence alone was an answer to you. And your expression crumbled into one of betrayal at that. âYou lied to me! Youâve been lying to me this whole time. How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?â
The anger in your voice enforced the stillness of Sylusâs breath. He knew he had no saving grace from this situation, but still, he took a step closer, his hands raised in a placating gesture. âY/N, I never wanted to hurt youââ
âGet out!â you screamed, the knife shaking in your hand. The sight of you so broken, so shattered, tore him apart. âGet the hell out of my sight! I donât wanna see you ever again, you monster!â
But Sylus couldnât leaveânot like this, not when you were hurting because of him. So in his desperation, he lunged forward, grabbed your wrist, and forced the knife into his own chest. The sharp pain radiated through him as he plunged the blade in and stabbed himself repeatedly, his face twisted in agony, but not from the physical pain. This was nothing compared to the torment of knowing he was the source of your suffering. Again.Â
âEven if I canât die,â he choked out, his voice ragged as he tried to absorb the stinging ache in his chest, âIâll take all of this pain away from you.â
His own blood soaked his fingers, staining your hands as he released his grip on the knife. It fell on the floor as he stepped back, his heart aching more than his wounds ever could, but those wounds easily healed. The pain of losing you again, on the other hand, would never heal.
He looked at you one last time, seeing his monstrous reflection from your frightened eyes, before turning away. Sylus walked out of the apartment with heavy steps, feeling his soul crushed from your antagonism. He knew he had lost youâperhaps foreverâand the realization was more than he could bear.
~~
A haze of cigarette smoke and the clink of glasses filled the air of the bar. Sylus sat alone at the counter, his new glass of whiskey untouched as he stared blankly into the amber liquid. The sting of alcohol was nothing compared to the numbness that had settled in his heart after that agonizing night with you. Every swallow of the hard liquor was a desperate attempt to drown out the torment of recent events, but the pain lingered, and it was damn persistent and unforgiving.
As he poured himself another drink, the muffled sounds of conversation around him blended into a dull roar. That was until a familiar voice cut through the hazeâsomeone he wished he hadnât come across.
âSylus?âÂ
He looked up, squinting against the dim light, to see Diana standing before him. He hadnât seen him for the past year or so. And surely, her presence was unexpected, but he felt a sudden tinge of irritation at the sight of her. While her, she looked both apprehensive and determined, as if she had just made a hard decision to confront him.Â
âH-How have you been?â she asked the question as a conversation starter, but Sylus could see the faint hint of unease in her eyes.
He then straightened up, and his posture became stiff and defensive. âI told you itâs not wise for us to cross paths,â he said curtly, his voice slurred from the alcohol but still holding a note of finality. He didnât want to engage, not with her, not tonight.
On the one hand, Dianaâs eyes flickered with an emotion he couldnât quite placeâregret, perhaps. âI⊠I wanted to say sorry for what happened with Y/N. I didnât realize how much she meant to you. Xavier⊠told me everything. About you and her.â
The apology was genuine, but the mention of your name was a fresh wound, and he felt the anger and sadness surge again, bubbling beneath his carefully maintained exterior. He wanted to lash out, to blame her for everything, but he swallowed the words, knowing it wouldnât change a thing. In the end, this was all his doing and he couldnât point fingers over the mess that he alone had created.
Sylus tried to stand up, the room spinning slightly as he steadied himself. âIâm leaving.â
But Diana stepped closer, her hand reaching out as if to stop him. He simply brushed past her, his movements unsteady but undeniably distancing from her. The desire to remain composed was slipping away, replaced by the harsh reality he faced every day since you were taken from him.
He made his way to the exit, pushing through the barâs heavy door with a forceful shove. Sylusâs next move was to lean against the wall outside as the cool winter breeze blew on his face.Â
âBoss.â Kieranâs voice held a note of concern as he and his twin steadied Sylus by wrapping his arms around their shoulders. âWeâll take you home.â
Luke glanced at his brother with a sad glint in his eyes before leading Sylus toward the car. âMaybe itâs time to let her go, boss.â
~~
February nights were the coldest. And it was supposedly the day for lovers, too.Â
Unlike the couples that littered the riverside, Sylus stood alone, his breath forming small clouds in the frigid air. His dark coat offered little protection against the biting wind, but he stayed committed, his gaze fixed on the empty expanse before him. Four hours had passed since he had sent you the message, and each minute he stood there waiting for you felt like an eternity. The biting cold gnawed at him, but he was determined to wait even if heâd end up getting frostbite. It was the least he could do.
The frozen riverâs surface glistened with a thousand points of light as the moon cast its silver glow over the landscape. And for the next thirty minutes that passed, he was still alone.Â
She wonât be coming, said the voice in his head. Give up.Â
As he prepared to leave, the ache of disappointment settled in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat as he recognized you, standing cautiously across him, your eyes wide and filled with both curiosity and trepidation. The sight of you, despite waiting in the cold for hours, instantly warmed his freezing body.Â
âThank you for coming.â He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. âI wonât keep you long.âÂ
You maintained your distance, wary of his next move. âWhy did you want to meet?âÂ
With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to peel the scarf from around your neck, and he felt a prick in his heart seeing you flinch. âIâm not gonna hurt you.â
He waited until you allowed him to proceed, his fingers brushing against your skin in a touch that was both gentle and reverent. You looked at him with confusion, the chilly air fought by the warmth of your breath. Sylus was just carefully replacing the scarf with the necklace he had given you long ago, the red Beryl crystal catching the light and sending soft, radiant glimmers into the night.Â
Do you even recognize it?Â
âIâm just returning a gift, kitten.â
As he fastened the clasp behind your neck, he pressed a tender kiss to the nape of your neck, his lips lingering for a moment before he straightened. That small gesture of his was actually carried by the depth of his affection and regret. And, if you may, it was his silent apology for all that he did to you.
âSylusâŠâÂ
His red eyes shimmered, intensified by the bloodshot whites. Sylus stared at your face with a mixture of love and ruefulness clouding his expression. He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, with his voice breaking as he feathered the snowflakes that rested on your hair. âTake care of yourself. Always lock your doors at night and stay warm.â He took the scarf Zayne gave you, and pulled out a new one from his coat. It was a silly scarf with kitten prints all over it, that he soon carefully wrapped around your face and neck. âWear that whenever you can.âÂ
Your own eyes were large and rimmed with tears as though you were also hurting inside. âWhy are you saying this?â you asked, keeping the weakness inside. âYou sound like youâre saying goodbye.âÂ
Sylusâs gaze was suddenly directed back to the river, but it was only because he had to avoid looking at your eyes or he would lose it. âThe Association managed to track me here in Linkon and theyâre still after me. I just managed to escape, but I canât stay here,â he explained calmly, âI only came back to this city because of you⊠But now, I have to disappear, so donât worry about having me around. I wonât bother you anymore.â
Your eyes widened in shock, and the tears that had been pooling your eyes finally spilled over. âAre you crazy?â you cried, seemingly unable to comprehend the words he was spewing. âYouâre leaving me?â
Sylusâs heart broke at the sight of your tears, but he had to restrain any weakness by giving in. Instead, he reached out, and his hand trembled as he wiped a tear from your cheek. âI love you, Y/N.â He wanted to be the first one to say it this time. âEven if you regain all your memories of meâgood or badâI want you to know that I regret every pain I caused you. Even if you hate me, Iâll still love you. Today, tomorrow, and in our next lives.â
Sylus took one last, lingering look at you, his eyes filled with a sorrowful haze that nearly blinded his vision. He turned slowly, walking away from the riverâs edge, with each step causing distance from the love he was leaving behind.
And you, you stood there, the necklace around your neck feeling heavy as you watched him disappear into the night. A surge of emotion overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you sprinted towards him. You took quick, long strides just to reach him, pulling him into a tight embrace, and crashing your lips against his in a bittersweet kiss.
Both of you cried as the kiss deepened, and you were encasing each otherâs lips in a tight lock. The intensity of your emotions poured out in this poignant, intimate moment. And frankly, Sylus had never been this emotional. No one had ever seen this fragile side of him that he had always kept hidden. After all, what dominant, cruel boss of Onychinus would spill tears over a woman?
But they wouldnât understand it. They never would.Â
When you finally pulled away, your eyes were red and swollen from tears. âBe careful,â you sniffled, barely unable to catch the breath you needed for the next. âKeep in touch if you can. And when Iâm ready, Iâll find you.â
Sylusâs eyes were also filled with tears, but he managed a forlorn smile as he nodded. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle despite the heaviness of the moment. âIâll wait,â he promised softly, his voice breaking slightly. âIâll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.â
âUntil we meet again.â
As he stepped back, the distance between you seemed impossibly vast, but the promise in your eyes and the love in his heart made the separation bearable, if only just. And when Sylus turned away, his heart was heavy but full of the hope that one day, you would find each other again. That one day, this distant love would become a cherished memory that you would look back on as you grow old and wrinkled, yet insurmountably happy and content with the life you had lived. With or without him.
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#love and deepspace x reader#love & deepspace x reader#lads x reader#lads x you#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x yn#lds x reader#l&ds x reader#l&ds x you#sylus angst#sylus fanfic#l&ds sylus
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your birthday party || katsuki bakugou
tags: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, mha, bnha, y/nâs birthday party
cws: cute pre-relationship fluffđŒđŒ
katsuki bakugou who doesnât want to admit that he likes you, at first. all of his friends were enamored with you â things like âsheâs just the sweetest!â from mina ashido, and âdamn, do you see that ass?â from eijirou kirishima â but he couldnât bring himself to speak his own thoughts out loud.
katsuki bakugou who pretends to be cool and nonchalant when you finally work up the nerve to talk to him individually, but his heart is pounding just as hard as yours.
katsuki bakugou who is nothing short of shocked to find itâs you knocking on his dorm room door, holding out a sparkly invitation to your birthday party the next weekend. [he accepts it with a âyeah i can try to be thereâ, but definitely mumbled something about the âfucking glitterâ after you walked away grinning.]
katsuki bakugou who complains to kirishima when he canât find anything you might like as a present in the mall, then gets red in the face when kiri asks why he cares so much. [âbecause itâs a nice thing to do, shitty hair!â]
katsuki bakugou who shows up to your birthday party with no gift in his hands [you donât care, his presence is enough], but goes out of his way to tell you âhappy birthdayâ discreetly.
katsuki bakugou who almost brings the building down when he finds a guy trying to make a move on you after youâre clearly uninterested and uncomfortable, berating him in front of the whole party. [âshe said no, you dumbass idiot! get the fuck out of here before i really explode on you!â]
katsuki bakugou who finds you sniffling on the balcony, apologizing for causing a scene. [âhey, iâm sorry about that back there⊠i didnât mean to ruin your party.â]
katsuki bakugou who smirks proudly when you tell him he did not, in fact, ruin the party, and that you were just teary-eyed with relief that the future number-one hero came to your rescue.
katsuki bakugou who pulls a small box from his chest pocket and sets it on the railing beside you. [âi, uh â saw this and thought you might like it. but donât get any ideas, nerd.â]
katsuki bakugou who bought you the most gorgeous ruby necklace, with a pendant that has your name engraved on it. [you definitely started crying again. âthis is the nicest thing anyoneâs ever gotten me!â]
katsuki bakugou who gently puts the necklace on you, heart pounding as his fingers brush the nape of your neck, smirking as he pulls away and gets a good look at it. [âit suits you. pretty necklace for a pretty girl.â]
katsuki bakugou who promptly excuses himself, saying itâs past his bedtime and leaving you flabbergasted on the balcony. [he definitely canât stop smiling and replaying the moment in his head when he closes his dorm room door.]
#katsuki fluff#katsuki x y/n#bakugou scenarios#bakugou x fem!reader#bakugou x reader#bnha scenarios#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha x reader#mha scenarios#bakugou katsuki#mha dynamight#mha bakugou#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia
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Hotel Fenton
Red Hood stared at the building that seemingly appeared out of nowhere in Crime Alley. Below his mask his eye twitched at the very elaborated and very bright shining and blinking sign on the buildings wall spelling out 'HOTEL FENTON' though it looked like the word 'HOTEL' had only been added recently. The building in itself was also strange. Red Hood was pretty sure no one would actually willingly step into a building like that.
"Are you seriously expecting to investigate this shit?" He muttered into the coms, knowing perfectly well that his brothers were watching through the integrated helm camera.
"Yep. You lost the draw." Nightwing sang from the other end of the com line. Red Hood was going to glitter bomb his Appartement later. He grumbled something inaudible once more before taking another step towards that strange building. But froze before he even set his foot completely on the ground.
A scream echoed through the building. His hand instantly went to the gun buy his side. Then a crash. Wide eyed Red Hood watched how a chair came sailing out of one destroyed window. More shouting followed now clearer. Someone was complaining loudly and...
He took a step back from the building as fire sprouted out of the broken window but before he could even tell his siblings to send back up the fire got extinguished by a sudden block of ice growing out of the window. Red Hood blinked, muttering a half hearted "Did you guys see that too..." Into his coms before the slam of the entrance door to the Building caught his attention and he came face to face with a little girl that had obviously slammed the door she was leaning against.
They stared at each other for a moment before the girl dusted herself off and grinned.
"Hi! Welcome to Hotel Fenton the place to stay for Ghosts, Shades, Undead and More! We are a little preoccupied with a some of our current guests but I am sure there is still an open place for a fellow undead and halfa in the making!"
Red Hood's eyes narrowed under his mask but before he could ask anything, a fucking man that had vague similarities to Bruce crashed through the wall cool-aid way with a good damn Talon in his arms that was obviously trying to gnaw on the arm holding it, a second man followed close behind floating and shouting vehemently that "JACK THAT IS NOT PLAY FIGHTING YOU DUMBASS! IT'S TRYING TO MAIM YOU!"
There was only one thought went through Red Hoods head at that moment, his sibling perfectly echoed over the coms.
"What the fuck?"
#dp x dc#dpxdc#crossover#dcxdp#danny fenton#fenton family#jack fenton#ellie phantom#dan phantom#vlad master#Meddie Fenton#jason todd#In which the Fentons plus Vlad fled their home dimension because of the GIW#They fled together with their entire house#and opened a hotel for the undead in the middle of Crime Alley of Gotham#It goes as well as you can Image#The talons are one of their first guests staying over....#Crack prompt
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