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sinsinsininning · 11 months ago

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Maybe a fluffy Eustass Kid x reader where reader is also missing a limb? Idk I just think it’d be cute for them to take care of each others shared struggles😭 ((fantom pain, still being able to feel their limb, etc))

Awww that’s kinda sweet!

Ok upon reflection I realized that this came out more angsty than intended but it’s fluffy to me 😢

I showed this to a mutual and they said “that’s so sad” and I had no clue I was like what 😀?

I hope you like this

TW: vague body horror, amputations, panic attacks, drinking, crying

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“Stop crying,” Kid pinches your ear lightly, no real malice in it. “People will notice. You don’t want that yeah?” He’s right, you don’t want that not here in this dingy bar, but you can’t stop the shaky breathes you take as you try to will the tears away.

“It hurts.” You gasp out finally, you’re not sure how he hears you despite being tucked away from most of the noise. “It hurts and it shouldn’t.” You feel like your leg is on fire, the leg you’d lost not so long ago, the stitches finally gone but your mind rejected that memory.

Kid doesn’t say anything, his gaze sweeps over the crowd as you shiver and whine quietly beside him. Finally he jumps up, yanking you with him. If anyone notices you tucked awkwardly under his arm they don’t speak up, your face is obscured by his luscious coat. You felt the cold night air before you realize you’re outside now, he doesn’t set you down as he heads for the ship.

You grasp his shirt and shudder hard again as he veers off from the path, going towards the sand and water instead the docks. The burning, tingly feeling in your not leg keeps you from asking him anything. Finally he stops, without setting you down he manhandles you in front of him, at any other time you’d be dizzy at the sight of his one hand easily holding you up, but not tonight. Kid yanks your false leg off with his own metal arm, the sensation of the wire nerve connectors separating was unpleasant but not painful. It gives you a weird respite from the burning and you’re able to squeak out a ‘what’.

“Keep still, gonna make it turn off.” He grunts and steps closer to the water, you can feel the ocean licking at your one set of toes as you whine and try to squirm away. He glares at you and dunks your legs into the water.

You shriek, both in surprise and discomfort, the water is cold and soaks through your sock and shoe, he shoves you until the water covers your amputation site. It’s jarring and uncomfortable, but the burning you felt slowly fades away as you’re overwhelmed but the cold. You claw at his arms futilely, knowing he’d let you up when he was done, whenever that is.

After several uncomfortable hours minutes, Kid finally pulls you out. You cling to him as he carries you back up the shore, grabbing your prosthetic leg as he goes. You don’t want to cry, not again, in front of him again, but the tears returns regardless.

It’s different this time, it’s relief, beholden, as if your gratitude is melting from your eyes. You want to thank him, but it’s useless, he’d never accept it. His duties as a captain, as your captain, are vast and unknowable. So you hiccup into his neck as he takes you onto the ship, to his- your- room.

He doesn’t coddle you as he finally sets you down, resting you gently on the edge of the bed. You slump into the blankets, exhausted and dizzy. Kid eyes watch you for a moment, like he can’t quite decide what to do with you, finally he moves about the room, oddly quiet as he puts things away for the night.

“Sorry, Boss.” Your voice is hoarse as you speak your first real words since the bar.

“Shuddup.” He says quickly, but there’s no bite, not after all this time. You watch as he takes his coat off, it takes effort to keep your head lifted but you want to watch him. You always do.

His belt is off next, as is his shirt, he doesn’t comment on your staring. He’s probably used to your starry eyes on him doing the most benign tasks. His metal arm is next, his face is tight when he disconnects is, but he doesn’t make a noise, setting to gently next to your leg.

“Do you feel them too?” You ask quietly, it’s maybe the most personal thing you’ve ever asked him. Neither of you pry, everything you know about each other is offered.

“Not much anymore.” He says, your not shocked at his answer, just that he gave it up so easily. Even mundane questions turn into a battle of shouts with him. “It goes away with time, I think.” He says with finality, yanking his boots off next.

You think it’s sweet he’s trying to console you.

“I think it’s cause my captain is so tough.” You say as sweetly as you can manage, head finally lolling back against the blankets. He likes when you say that, my captain, something you save for moments when he won’t let you say everything you feel.

Kid crashes in the bed next to you, which causes you to squeak and swat at him. He laughs and yanks you up the bed to rest properly again the pillows, it feels wonderful but you still try to sit up.

“I should shower.” You say struggling to roll out of his grip.

“Nah, morning will do.” He yanks you back to him.

“I stink.”

“No you don’t and even if you did I don’t fucking care.”

“I should at least change.” You relent, but he still rolls his eyes.

You try to sit up again, but he just pulls you closer to disrobe you, fighting your squirms and attempts at self reliance. Finally your clothes and shoe are off and he’s tugging the many blankets over you bodies. You burrow into his side, he’s warm and loose, moments like these make breathing easier for you.

“Thank you.” You’re pushing your luck with him tonight, but you can’t help but milk the moment a little more.

“Told ya to zip it.” His voice is a rumble against your cheek and you smile, he could probably feel it too. “I’m always gonna take care of ya, but you gotta keep it down. I gotta reputation to keep.”

You sigh and hum at him, digging further into his hold, his shoulder warms your cold nose as you drift off.

#one piece #eustass kid #one piece kid #eustass x reader #kid x reader

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seb-reads31 · 7 months ago

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Tw's - Cursing (I'm still awkward with cursing in my fics), a lot of murder talk 😭, angry vex, mean Vex and Vax dad, threats, corrupted religion talk sort of, crying (?)

Type - fic

Genre - Hurt/comfort

Comments - PART 2‼️ This is gonna be set in the Fey realm when you meet the twin's father 😋 AND OMG I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK 😭😭😭 This deadass took me like, 3 days to write after trying to ignore it to the best of my ability cause I didn't know how to go about it, but here it is finally 😭 (up next is probably gonna be Vax. Him or Kiki)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (coming soon)

Demon worshiper, or redemption seeker?

It was about 9 in the evening as you creeped outside of a humble hut in a village, canvassing the area for any guards or restless souls that could see the crime you were about to commit.

It was easy, sneaking into the house, there was no form of lock on any of the windows or doors. “Careless, naive, damn near idiotic” clouded your thoughts while crawling through the window into the hut. It was supposed to be a simple in and out mission, like the ones before this. Sneak in, locate the target, kill him, then leave in the cover of night and collect the other half of your reward.

First part done, now you just need to find him. You shuffled through the hallways, quiet as a mouse, until you heard heavy footsteps. Bingo.

The footsteps fade away slightly, signaling that he was going the opposite way of your position. Time for step 3, kill him. Sneaking up behind him, you barely noticed his long, elven ear to twitch before he swung around and caught your hand before you sunk your blade down into his back.

Panic immediately sprung through your brain, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to push the blade down with all your might. During the struggle, you managed to push him against a wall and knock into a table in the hallway, the corner of it pressing against his side, the pain splitting his focus from pushing away your blade causing him to lose some distance, and losing more as you finally got more leverage.

As you pushed the man further back into the wall, you saw a glint of something reflecting from the moonlight on the table in his side. It was.. a photo. The man, a woman, and two.. children. Oh gods, he was a father. You were paid to take away a husband and a father. You stopped pushing the blade down in your realization, the man following your gaze.

You slowly pulled away, kneeling down in front of the man. Tears start to pour down your cheeks as you take your hood off as you pull your mask down, revealing your scarred face. “Please, forgive me sir. I deeply apologize for trying to take you away from your family, and owe you so much for nearly doing so.” You look up at him, tears welded up and cascading down fiercely. He thinks for a moment, then crouches down to your level. “I won’t report you to any authorities if you do two things for me, understood?” You nodded quickly, silently begging him to tell you.

“Number 1. Leave your cult, and start anew. I don’t know of your past, nor do I care. The life of a Bhaal worshiper is disgusting, and unforgivable. You’re lucky I’m even considering letting you go. Number 2, you owe me a favor in the future, assuming we ever meet again. You are to do it no matter what it is. And I’ll be reasonable and not ask you to kill someone for me, I have no doubt you’ll refuse to do so after this. Now, leave. And let’s hope we never meet again.

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Many years have passed since that day, and you’re so grateful for it. You got to make new friends, go on so many adventures, and meet your beautiful girlfriend, Vex’ahlia.

Your most recent adventure has become more so of protecting a big ass kingdom from coin and power hungry dragons, which led you with over half of your party in the fey realm. You all have had a very large roller coaster of emotions throughout this journey, a few of which have brought you and Vex together into a loving relationship. As much as you love her, you can’t bring yourself to tell her of your past due to the fear of losing her, leaving you riddled with guilt.

And that guilt was soon replaced with dread when you met her father.. The man you were paid to kill all those years ago. That’s why she and her brother looked familiar, they were his children, they were in the photo. And you knew it would only be a matter of time before he recognized you too. Your only way of hoping he didn’t recognize you was staying quiet.

Which didn’t last long, unfortunately.

You were standing between the chairs Percy and Vex were sitting in, who were discussing the twin’s father giving them safe passage through his newly transported lands in the Fey Realm until they left the walls, when he started to insult them and the journey you all have set out upon.

“You needn’t spin false tales of their exploits,” he held up his smoking pipe and examined it scrutinizingly as he spoke his next harsh words. “The very idea of Vax’ildan and Vex’ahlia standing up for the greater good is… well, rich.” And you had it, you impulsively raised your voice and spoke your thoughts. “I can’t believe you would say that about your own children, how heartless do you have to be to not see the good they’re trying to do for the entire country so YOU can go back home and not worry about being attacked by fucking dragons??” You glared at the man, a very familiar glare.. oh no, you drew attention to yourself, not to mention that you INSULTED the man you owed a favor to! You could see the recognition glint in his eyes, but he said nothing… Yet. He let out a small sigh, standing up from his chair, as he continued despite your outburst, “This is a trying time for all of us. Have you any idea the burden your sudden arrival has caused my family?”

Vax finally decided to speak up, walking closer to the man he was somehow related to. “We didn’t come for a reunion.” He stood just under his gaze but didn’t back down while he was below the gaze of the cold man, “And yet, here you are. Throwing around my name whenever it suits you-” “I despise your name.” Vex intervened as she saw the tension rising. “No, it’s fine.” She spoke carefully, pulling her brother away from their shared father. “No harm intended.” You tried speaking up again, not wanting her to just take the harsh words from her father, “but, he just said-” “It’s… fine.” She interrupted you, softly glaring at you to tell you silently to keep your mouth shut. However, you have a tendency not to listen..

“No, it’s not! I am not about to let your father disrespect you!” You didn’t really care about bringing her father’s attention to you at this point, but you were about to regret it.

“Oh? And what room do you have to talk, murderer?” The room went quiet, a shudder ran down your back as you suddenly remembered the favor he has yet to cash in, and you have a feeling on what it’s going to be..

“What? Love, what does he mean?” Vex is confused, and now her father is due to the nickname.. Welp, this is about to be a shit show. “Love? You really call this.. Disgusting creature love? Will you still love them if they were to tell you about their past?” You froze, your heart beating in your ears. He was grinning, for the first time since you arrived, you knew what that grin meant, shit.

“Go ahead, show her that horrendous mark on your body. Consider this me cashing in my favor from all those years ago.” Vex looked between you two, wondering what the hell was going on. Vax was about to ask what their father meant until you revealed the mark that was once hidden on your body, and the room falls silent again… Percival is the first to speak. “Is that.. the mark of Bhaal, the god of murder.?” He spoke carefully, covering his mouth as his eyes grew wide, matching Keyleth who was next to him, gripping her staff tightly.

“What.. in the loving FUCK do you mean god of murder Percival?!” Vex glares at him, then.. you. “Don’t tell me you.. Killed people to worship some hellish god! And what does he mean by ‘cashing in my favor’, tell me!” She grabbed you by your collar, pulling you close to her. Tears pricked your eyes as you finally told her the last thing you never wanted her to learn about your past.

“I-I.. I used to worship Bhaal.. And I accepted a commission from someone in a different section of the cult to kill your father when I was younger, the same age as you. I didn’t because I saw a family photo of you, him, your mother, and Vax. I finally realized that I was paid to end the life of a man with a family, Vex. He is the man who spared me from imprisonment and gave me the push I needed to leave the cult. Please, forgive me for not telling you.. I wanted to tell you, I swear! I was just afraid you would hate me, or leave me if I told you. Please just understand that-” “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.” Vex yelled in your face, the tears that welded up in your eyes finally falling down your face as you saw the absolute anger and betrayal across her face as she lets go of your collar and storms out of the room muttering curses. You don’t follow her, knowing she needs time to calm down and process the absolute bomb you dropped on her, and your friends.

“You.. kept that from all of us, because you were scared?” Vax spoke in a low tone, almost daring you to answer, but you tried anyway, knowing you deserved it from keeping something so big from them. But before you did, Percy answered for you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Yes, they did and for a good reason. They changed, and left that cult, and chose a path of redemption because they felt so bad about the lives they took. And yes, while being part of that cult is normally a very large issue, none of us know how they came to be a part of the cult in the first place. You need to understand that.”

Vax huffed, his glare softening just the tiniest bit. “That doesn’t excuse the fact that you hid this from my sister the entire time you’ve been together with her. Not to mention from all of us during our travels together,” he walked towards you, just like he did with his father, and pressed a finger to your chest. “And you better tell them when we find them again, or I will, and it won’t be pleasant for anyone.”

Vax left, assumingly to comfort his sister. Keyleth and Percy looked at each other, then pulled you in close to them. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Vex will come around.” Keyleth tried to comfort you, maybe give you some hope, but you couldn’t help but feel guilt and anger bubble up inside of you. Guilt for not telling Vex sooner, and that she had to find out this way. And anger for how she found this out, that she wouldn’t give you a second to genuinely explain yourself.

After.. that, you all met outside in an incredibly awkward atmosphere. You receive the scroll that gives you safe passage through the elven town, until you leave the walls. But as you received the scroll, another argument ensued, and on accident the twins taught their newly found out sister the words “fuck you.”

Anywayssss, you finally meet up with.. What’s his name again?? Uh.. Starts with a G.. GARMELIE, we both totally knew what his name was. You all found him writing outside of the town waiting for you. While he was talking with part of the group Vex walked off, sitting on an abnormally large mushroom, restringing her bow. You thought for a moment, but it only took a mere second of looking at her sad face for you to gather enough courage to go over there and genuinely talk to her without her yelling.. hopefully.

You sat a fair bit away from her, wanting to give her physical space incase she wanted you to leave. She looked up at you with a small glare, but all you could see was the sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I wanted to, I thought about it every night I went to bed, anytime you said you loved me, when someone told a story from their past. I just.. didn’t want you to hate me, or to leave me.”

Silence engulfed the both of you, as she worked on stringing her bow a bit slower, showing that she was listening to you. With that in mind, you continued. “I was.. born into the cult, my parents being extremely loyal to Bhaal, and only teaching me how to kill quickly and silently while I was growing up, then teaching me how to read and write. I went on my first ‘religious quest’ when I was about.. 8. Then I kept going till I was 14, when I met your father for the first time. You don’t have to forgive me for this, or forget it, just know that I love you and never wanted to hurt you during all of this.”

She stayed silent, speeding up slightly when you finished telling your story. You let out a sigh and decide that this is your que to leave, until she stops you. “I’m upset, yes, but I don’t hate you. Yes, you should’ve told me sooner and not have me find out from my own father, but, you told me nonetheless. How it came about is obviously shitty, but you kept your word to him, and normally people wouldn’t admit to it over a favor from years ago. You kept your word, even though you knew the damage it would cause, and I thank you for that.”

She finishes her bow, then looks over at you and smiles. Vex reaches a hand out and places it on your cheek, stroking it softly. “I still love you, that won’t change for a very long time. Thank you for telling me your story, love.”

#vox machina x reader #vox machina x gn reader #Vox machine #vox machina x female reader #vox machina x male reader #reader insert #Vox machina vex #Vox machina vex’ahlia #vox machina vex x reader

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dickarchivist · 1 year ago

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Hello!

I am obsessed with your OC Clone squad. Thanks for sharing them with us!

You said you’re taking requests so I’m sliding in with one 👀

I’m taking from the same delicious NSFW prompt list @dystopicjumpsuit used!

The prompt is “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” with Ghost. He seems so sweet and deeply caring. With his cybernetic eyes perhaps eye contact is important to him/his partner???

Do with this as you please, no pressure! 💕

Thanks @starrylothcat for the fic request!! I'm so excited to deliver, and for my sweet boy Ghost too 😭

I Will Know You Forever, Even In Darkness

Clone OC Ghost × fem!Reader (civilian mechanic) (new relationship)

Word count: 2860

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Prompt: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

Summary: After a scare on a mission, your new sweetheart's in recovery at the hospital. When you're finally allowed in to see him, you make up for lost time.

Contents and Warnings: fluff and smut the ultimate combo, bit of angst at the beginning, PiV sex, mentions of eye trauma (nothing graphic), yearning good lord the yearning this man does for you. Happy ending, pinky promise.

Author Notes: This fic takes place directly after the mission that causes Ghost to lose his eyes and get his prosthetics. No actual eye trauma is described in detail, it's only stated that he lost them from acid splash, and he's given cybernetics as a replacement.

Small cameo of others in Grave Squad, the jedi of the 404th, and even smaller cameo/mention of two other sw OCs I've made over the years.

Sorry this one's so long, but also not sorry at all because I think it's really good.

When The Crypt lands in the hanger, you're absolutely thrilled. Ghost and his brothers were home at last. You set down your tools and twll your assistant you'd be back in a second, to which they roll their eyes with a smile, "Boyfriend's back huh?"

"Shush," you giggle, and start toward the ship with glee. But the closer you gwt, the more your smile fades

Wraith is out first, Specter and Banshee carrying a stretcher after him, "Careful! He's fragile, don't jostle him, I just got his vitals stable again!"

Guilt bubbles in your stomach as you hope and hope that the clone on the stretch was Phantom. You wouldn't wish for any of them to be hurt, but please. Please, anyone but--

"Ghost's gonna be fine," Phantom stretcha as he gets out of the ship, play wrestling with Wraith in a bad attempt to lighten the worried media's mood, "You saved his face, I'm sure he'll thank you for that when he wakes up."

"If he wakes up, Tommy!" Wraith spits at his brother, poking his finger hard into his chest, "Like I said, he's fragile, we can't be too cautious! I don't know the extent, he could die for all-"

"Wraith." Specter's voice cuts like a knife. He had noticed you when you'd arrived, and knew all the talk wasn't helping your anxiety.

"He's... he's not going to die, right?" There's a tremble in your voice, your hands are gripping the front of your jump suit so tight its almost hard to breathe, "He can't, he's- please..."

Phantom pushes his brothers along, the stretcher jostling just enough that Ghost's arm falls limp from it, and the cry that comes from you is mournful enough to make the hanger fall silent.

Wraith tries to comfort you, but his anxious yammering only proves to make things worse. Phantom catches your shoulders, then pulls you into a hug, "Hey, hey Mesh'la, it's fine. It's fine, Cap's been in worse spots than this. His name is Ghost, not Dead Guy, right? Afterlife can't get him, he's stuck here with us. Take a breath, okay, it'll be fine. He'll be fine."

His brothers keep you up to date while you aren't allowed in to see Ghost. He's lost both his eyes. They tell you he was heroic, only thinking about the lives of the people he was protecting during the battle. Wraith later confides in you that he believes it was his fault, that if he hadn't forgotten his helmet, Ghost wouldn't have given him his. Ghost's eyes wouldn't have been lost. You want to be angry, but you know them too well at this point.

"Rai, you didn't take his helmet off him. You didn't throw the acid. You didn't do anything malicious... Specter said you kept him alive, it was your quick actions that saved him. Stop calling yourself Ghost's attacker, he'd hate to hear that..."

Wraith nods, but doesn't say anything else, just goes back to Ghost's hospital room to do his best in helping his brother. You get the feeling that Wraith isn't going to belive it's not his fault until Ghost tells him that himself.

On the fifth day, you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"I don't care, no one is going to replace Captain Ghost." There's a few garbled words, then the voice came back, more forceful, "Ghost, not CT-1313." There's another pause before you hear a snarl, "HIS NAME IS GHOST!"

There's hushed murmers, then the voice speaks again, "Good, now that we're clear that this is a man and not a number: you'll give him new eyes. Yes, I do mean that. I do not care what it costs you, he's an irreplaceable asset to the 404th, and I will not have him decommissioned when the best course of action is to replace what he's lost."

You don't realize how close you've gotten to the door until it a little girl grabs your hand, "It's not polite to easedrop... it's fun to do though."

You'd seen her once before, Ghost called her "Vod'ika", and you aren't sure if that's her name or not. She's got her ear pressed to the door, and she giggles, "Oooh, Master Dax is angry, he's using his little voice."

"Master-" when the door opens, a yellow zebrak in jedi robes stands before you. His bright blue eyes catch you, then the little girl behind you.

His glare turns to a funny face immediately. Hands beside his head flaired out, tongue sticking out, eyes crossed. It makes you laugh for the first time in days. "Good!" The zebrak booms, holding your shoulders, "We like happy. Happy means hope, and what's wrong with a little hope right? You must be this "Cyare" Ghostie has been muttering about in his sleep, I know all his brothers, and none of them have that moniker, Athena there is "Cyar'ika", so Cyare must be you!"

You know that word, you heard it often when you were a mandalorian foundling as a child. Beloved. Your face blooms with blush, and you look down at the kid behind you, then back to the man, "uh... y-yeah, I guess so."

"Good, good good good, excellent, good!" He puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the door you'd been camped in front of since Ghost was admitted, "Listen Cyare, Ghost's gonna be fine, Wraith and another clone, I don't know if you know him, Repeat, they'll be preforming Ghost's surgery. Why you ask? Because I don't trust those smug asses with my boys!" His laugh booms again, and you can't help your giggle either, "Now, Re is from my previous Padawan, now a master, so proud. Re is from Annika's battalion, the 418th, let me tell you..."

Master Dax talks your ear off for hours. But it takes your mind off of the situation, and before you know it, Specter is collecting you from the enthusiastic jedi, "Buir, shut it. C'mon, Ghost's up, he wants to see you."

You wave to Dax and Athena, thanking them for spending the day with you. As you walk the now familiar path to Ghost's room, you find that your pace moves quicker the closer you get. Specter chuckles at your side, "Just run, we told the staff to let you in."

"Thanks," you manage before sprinting away. You're running so fast the doors don't part for you at one point and you slam directly into them, eliciting uproarious laughter from a few of the clones lucky enough to see the disaster. It takes a lot of patience to slow down enough for the automatic doors, but eventually you're where you need to be.

Wraith is waiting inside Ghost's room for you. He's fidgeting more than normal, and when he sees you, his speech goes into over drive, "Okay keep in mind I'm not perfect I did my best and he's my brother so of course I did my very very best for him and Repeat was a huge help please don't be mad at-"

"Wraith," Ghost's voice sends your heartbeat further into overdrive, "Shut up before she thinks you killed me." There's humor... stars you're so happy to hear that light chuckle, "C'mere Cyare, I want the first thing I see to be you."

Before you go to his side, you stop at Wraith, kissing his cheek lightly, "Thanks for brining him back to me..."

"Y-yep." As Wraith stumbles out of the room holding his cheek, you cross to Ghost.

Your hand finds his, and immediately his head turns to you with a smile, "There she is, my heart. Rai said the bandages could come off a few hours after surgery. Told him I wanted you to be there for it, hope that's alright."

You don't say anything. You climb into the bed with him, your arms wrapping around him, tangling your legs together as best you can with the blanket over him. Ghost kisses the top of your head as you settle in, rubbing your back, "I'm alright..."

"I know."

"If I'm not handsome anymore, you can always date Phantom, he hits on you enough to where I think he might be serious." He chuckles, but when you don't, he stops. Ghost's hand finds your cheek, and brings you to look at him, even though he can't see you yet, "Hey. I'm not going anywhere, alright? I'm alive, and I want to see you... please Cyare, let me see you."

You move on him, straddling his hips, thankful for his eyes being the only injury this time. You hold his face gently, and he steals a kiss to your palm, making you blush. "Ghost..?"

"Hm?"

"It's not just your looks, you know that, right? It's you. Even if you're still blind, or your face is weird, I'd still want to be with you... Phantom's gross anyway, not made of boyfriend material like you." When he laughs this time, so do you. Hope, you think, a little hope is good.

Careful, so much so you're holding your breath, you begin to take off Ghost's bandages. His eyes are closed underneath, and you cover your mouth for a moment. It's like a mask of scars tissue, still gently pink from the acid. When he flutters his eyes open, white irises meet yours, and you can help but cry. Tears stream down your face, and Ghost looks almost dejected before you croak, "You're okay..."

Ghost lets out a breath of relief, his new eyes focusing on you, "I was hoping to see you smile, but I'll take happy tears too. They are happy, right?"

"Yes!" You burst, bouncing in his lap a little with the laugh, reaching for him again as you go to kiss him.

Ghost gives an appreciative "mmm~" as your lips find his. He puts his hands on your hips, one leaving its post rather quickly and rubbing across the small of your back and side. He's surprised when you deepen the kiss, and you feel his length move under you as your tongue slides over his. He chuckles when you part, and looks up at you with new eyes, "Careful there Cyare, I'm getting excited."

"Is... is that a bad thing?" You bite your bottom lip a little and deliberately roll your hips on him this time, "I... I missed you, and these last few days, I couldn't stop thinking about... a-about how I don't want to be without you."

Ghost throbs against you, but you get the feeling it wasn't because of your movements on him, rather your words. You keep rolling your hips on him, wanting to feel him yourself, "For a moment I thought you were gone, and I realized I didn't get to tell you how I feel-"

"Stop," he holds you still, his hands finding yours, "Don't say it. N-not unless you mean it, got that? Don't say it because you feel like you have to."

You recognize the look of fear in his eyes, of rejection, pain from a love once spurned. You're not each others firsts, but you do know one thing, you want him to be your last firsts. You put your hands on Ghost's and guide them to your heart. It beats fast against his palms, much as his does on yours when you reach out to him. You mirror each other's moves, one hand each going to hold your cheeks. His thumb rubs your cheekbone, eyes locked with yours, "Cyare..."

"Kar'taylir darasuum." The mandalorians who found you, became your family, they had taught you this phrase when you left them. With how Ghost's eyes soften at you, you know he understands them too. You repeat them to him all the same, beginning to rock on him again, "I will know you forever, Ghost."

Ghost repeats them back to you, his hand guiding your face to his for another kiss. It's slow and lingering, when you pull back, he's smiling so warmly, lips gently parted with soft breath, "I will know you forever, even in darkness."

Ghost's eyes roam down between you, and blush finally shows on his face, "Cyare, if we don't do something about these clothes, I might throw a fit."

You're both giggling as you fumble with your clothes. Soft stolen kisses, small gasps of appreciation, little stories of "What's this scar from?" And kissed freckles. When you're standing beside Ghost's hospital bed fully bare to him, he looks at you with so much adoration. His hand reaches for yours, and you're guided back to his lap. He's bigger than you thought, his length hard in your hand. "Wow..."

"I could say the same," Ghost chuckles and puts his hands on your hips, eyes on your slick folds before slowly working up to your eyes again, "Never seen such a beautiful body before."

You bite your lip as you move against him, running his length through your folds to slick him. The groan he makes joins yours as you toy his tip against your clit. Ghost smiles up at you, hands holding your breasts, circling your nipples with his thumbs, "Stars you feel great already... Cyare, mmm~"

Your eyes flutter closed as you take him into your waiting walls, "Ghost..."

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby," when he speaks, it's so soft, so breathy and light, you're not sure if you heard it or thought it. You look down at him, and he already looks love drunk. Eyes half lidded, his hands move down to your hips again and pull you further onto him. You moan, bracing on his chest, and he groans with delight, "That's right baby, eyes on me... I want to see you."

"Ghost... kriff, s-so full," your eyes stay on his as you start to move on his lap, taking him fully each time you lower back down. You start slow, easing yourself through the burn of the initial stretch, but soon you're at an even pace. The sticky wet sound of his length moving in and out of you fills the room with your tandem breathing.

His hands hold you tight, hips bucking up into you as you bounce on his length. His eyes flicker between yours, your breasts bouncing, and the way he glides in and out of you with such easy. You whine for him, hands balling in his chest hair, clenching around his length, "Feels so good, Ghost, s-stars." When his fingers slide to your clit, you cry out for him with an arch of your back, "Ghost! Ah!"

"D-dont look away," his other hand holds your face, thumb running over your bottom lip before you take it in your mouth and suck. Ghost's eyes widen a little, his hips stuttering before the pace quickens, "Oh kriff..."

You release his thumb and lock eyes with him again, "I'm close, do-don't stop, don't stop, Ghost, oh-" a whine releases from your lips as he rubs your clit faster, eyelashes flutter but you keep your eyes open, closer and closer to the edge, "Ghost, oh, oh baby, oh Ghost!"

"S-stay with me baby, come on, s-so close, so--" he grunts, his hips snap up into your walls in an intense build of pressure before he sits up off the bed with a cry of your name, spending himself inside you without restraint.

His wild bucks and intense attention to your clit were enough to get you to the edge, but feeling him fill you with his spend, it sends you over into ecstasy. You collect his lips in a kiss as you orgasm, body clenching around his length and shuttering with aftershocks of pleasure. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you come down, and as Ghost holds you close, kissing your neck and shoulder, you feel so warm and safe.

Small drops of warmth hit your shoulder, and for a moment concern holds your body still. Was he hurt? You pull away to see Ghost's face, and to your surprise, tears are filling his new eyes, falling down his cheeks. You hold his face gently, wiping the tears from his unmarked skin, Careful of the sensitive scarring, "Ghost... what's wrong baby?"

"Nothing," he laughs a soft cry, kissing your lips just once, "I'm... overwhelmed. Spent the last month thinking of this, the last week needing to see you, just one more time, and..." He chuckles, feeling silly, kissing you again, "I can't believe this is real."

Your heart flutters, how is he this sweet? You press a delicate kiss to his forehead as you ease the both of you down. You nestle under his chin, still full of him, not willing to let that feeling end yet, "It's real, I promise."

After a few minutes of silence, Ghost rubbing your back in soothing circles, you're nearly asleep when you hear him again, "Did you mean it...?"

"Hm...?"

"You love me?"

You press a sleepy kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Ghost."

His heart picks up, you can feel it against your own, and it has you smiling. Ghost gives you a little squeeze, going back to rubbing your warm skin, "I love you too, Cyare."

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larz-barz · 1 year ago

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Fanfic for fanfic'

You make a fanfic (any ship but maki and milo must be in the story)

Ill make a fanfic (maki and milo and Muichiro)

How does that sound?

(already working on it lol)

oooo ok! sounds fun!

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Love potion (sort of happy ending)

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Milo sat under a tree, crying.

She didn’t notice the demon king stalking her as his prey.

He injected a large dose of his blood into her, expecting it to kill her instantly.

However, what happened instead was more shocking.

Milo’s hair faded from black into a light purple, her left eye became magenta with a black sclera, and the kanji for upper moon 5 appeared in her eyes, on top of her white, heart shaped pupils.

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The next day, Milo woke up that night being summoned to the infinity castle.

She hesitantly went through the portal only to be met by the other upper moons.

~after the meeting (it was just Muzan saying they have a new upper moon, upper moon 4 will be Maki now btw hehe)~

“So you’re a demon now too?” Maki asked Milo curiously and the neko demon nodded.

“Yeah.. me and Tanji got into a fight and I ran away. This is what I get for that I guess.” Milo explained, her voice held a mixture of various emotions.

Maki put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It’ll be ok Milo.” She attempted to comfort her and Milo smiled softly.

“Thank you Maki.” She thanked the fellow upper moon and noticed that the 2nd and 3rd moons had stuck around.

The 2 males were clearly arguing about something, well, Akaza was arguing. Douma was happily disagreeing with upper 3 just to annoy him.

“Well, bye Milo. Hopefully we’ll be seeing each other around.” She said with a smile and Milo nodded.

“Bye, see you later Maki.” She waved bye to the 4th upper moon as she walked off, being teleported out by Nakime.

The neko demon shyly approaches the 2nd and 3rd upper moons. She smiled softly before speaking. “H-hi… I’m sorry to bother the 2 of you but-“ She starts then gets cut off by Akaza, her ears then going flat.

“Welcome to the ranks, Milo san.” Upper 3 said then walked off.

“What a wonderful surprise Suzuki chan~!” He exclaimed, swaying slightly in his crisscrossed position on the cold, hard floor of the infinity castle.

She sat down in front of him and her cat ears stood upright once again, signaling she felt comfortable around the 2nd upper moon.

“I’ve only been a demon for a day and I’m already an upper moon. I think I became one upon creation honestly.. it’s pretty scary, y’know.?” She sighed when she said the last part and Douma gave a friendly smile.

“Don’t worry little lotus! We’ll take good care of you!” He exclaimed and the young demon smiled softly.

“I think I’ll like it here..” She mused, a smile on her face.

~the end~

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long! I’m gonna go start your sick maki request now!😭💕

i kinda wanna draw demon milo and douma with a bunch of lotuses ngl @thelordoflotuses

#ask larz #larz writes #hehheeh #larz does reqs #mrrrp #um5 milo #demon milo au #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanfic #oc fic #fic for a fic #fic swap #teehee

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oraclemoontarot · 7 months ago

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Sending a little detailed feedback here because the ask with everything would've been to long!! 😭 From being mysterious to being unpredictable, and whatever things you mentioned literally so on point. I am someone who keeps changing and yeah I have a lot of dark moments on my life but I've always cake our stronger, and always try too look things positively. I am very private, it's like jungkook said..I am exactly that lol. I do have boundaries and I don't allow people to break in easily or receive any help when I am sad I take care of my problems on my own. Love having deepo conversations. The members compliments about my personality and even appreance, literally made my insecurities fade away. I absolutely love dressing up and rakkincare of myself, I am like someone who has different layers, everytime you meet me it's going to be like you are meeting a new person because I do keep changing and at the same time i the more I get comfortable the more I show. The way jimin had so much to say about me dude he's so cute and adorable!! And the connection?? Family?? Jimin you are literally gonna make me cry now. But tbh it's actually understandable because I do think we both are very similar emotionally. About taehyung honestly am i surprised that we can't won't meet eye to eye?? Because it's like that. Anytime i think about him tbh i can't imagine myself looking into his eyes and all. Not like i blush or something no I don't see him romantically but it's just that i do get that vision too that we might not meet eye to eye, and yesh I do have eyes which speaks emotions they can go from siren to almond read quick and i think I do have almond shaped eyes. also with yoongi I was expecting that answer tbh I do see that he'd be the member I don't think i would be too close or have something that i could have with other members and I was right. Rm did i jusf read that i could be a important person in his life?? *Cough cough* well i mean Jungkook you don't need to be jealous your crush love me that's not my fault. (Just kidding) 🥰 jin, and hobaa my boba ahh why are they all do sweet and postive about me?? Because the way every member said so much postive about me I am literally feeling so greatful and appreciated. I swear I love you and my Bangtan(💜) ��🏻🤍✨🧿

jasmine you alone are carrying my feedback page plss. i am so glad it resonated well with you, and you’re such a lovely person, tysm for requesting this reading and again, for leaving feedback. i always look forward to doing readings for you because of how sweet your energy is.

i hope you have a wonderful day 💗🍀

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wherethefireliliesgrow · 1 year ago

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just spent 5 hours crying over the latest palette update and now i’m done so i have so many thoughts and questions…

does mina just have absolutely no idea what happens to waywards when the connection isnt established? because she can see that yn is getting sick but it seems like she can’t fathom that she might be the reason for it. her parents also seem to not be the type of people to follow into the soulmate thing since they disapproved her being with a girl, so i don’t think they’d have been the type of people to tell their child all about it. because if mina knows and just chooses to be an asshole i’m gonna be fuming.

can waywards even get better if they take the time away from their soulmate? or are they just bound to die if their soulmate doesn’t want them? or is it one of those scenarios where yn would probably have had the chance to not be as sick if her bond with mina wasn’t that strong? it seemed like when her memories get jumbled up it’s the ones where she was happy with mina that kept popping up. it’s a bit cruel and sad isn’t it? to be dying and only have constant memories of the one person in the universe made for you knowing they didn’t choose you. but i guess if it’s only the happy memories you remember when you’re dying it makes it easier?

following on the third question, does that mean there are no old waywards who didn’t end up with their soulmates?

anyway, i’m so sad for haerin and yn. they’re Family 😭 pisses me off that mina just didn’t care enough to look past herself and ruined two people. haerin also copied a lot of what yn used to do, makes me anxious on how it’s all gonna affect her when/if yn deteriorates and how it’ll be when it’s her time to be an itenerant/wayward.

i’m patiently clinging onto that alternate ending tho i am gripping onto it with my life

Sorry for taking so long to reply! (and for the heartbreak too)

To answer your first question, yes, Mina does know what happens to waywards when they fade away. However, she was so engrossed in her own problems and conflicts that she simply forgot how time was running out. This shows how she ended up not caring about Y/N as much as before.

Fading away doesn't exactly mean dying. The symptoms vary for every wayward. Those who never had the chance to meet their soulmates often become a hollow shell of themselves, slightly lost and disconnected. They have the chance to continue living their lives for another few years until the poison catches up. For the waywards that experienced love or affection from their soulmates but didn't establish a connection, the symptoms are worse, often resulting in an earlier death as the curse affects them more. The more heartbroken they are, the more painful their demise.

To make things easier to cope with, the curse eventually takes away all memories of a wayward, making it easier for them to let go. It not only removes the pain but also erases the happiness they once had.

Is it cruel or is it mercy?

#wherethefireliliesgrow #anon asks

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tenjiiku · 8 months ago

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He’ll curse at himself — call himself stupid, make himself cry — anything to get you back. And it works...

the way the smile faded right off my face because my self-respect could neverrr 😭 i remember reading that one manga panel where he was choking himself after losing to isagi and i legit died of secondhand embarrassment. pls he'd be so dramatic 🙄 probably shows up at your door at dawn, drenched from the rain and eyes rimmed with red, after you broke up with him for what appears to be the third time this month. he doesn't even apologize, just straight up demands you two get back together because "it's your fault i'm like this and i won't ask you again." so then you confront him about the other girl, he's like..."she doesn't matter. you and i both know that. a man like me needs a woman who can understand. and you're gonna be the only one who can understand, right?" and when he finally realizes you're not coming back this time, he loses his damn mind. like fr has no care for his own life anymore. probably gets drunk and drives a hundred miles per hour in the dark while calling you in desperate delirium: "you love me right? tell me you fucking love me." sorry sir but for the sake of my own sanity, that's a hard no.

He’s so toxic omfg. Literally the type of toxic bf to threaten to k*ll himself through text. Like you know that infamous snapchat text log of this man pretending to be his mother texting his ex saying how he killed himself because of her. It can get that bad if Kaiser really wants to be That dramatic. And yesss about that part of him not apologizing 😭 you will truly never catch him taking accountability until the very end. He’ll test your patience again and again and again, then fly too close to the sun. Suddenly you’re settling down with someone, fixing yourself up, smiling at someone else, giggling with someone else, kissing someone else, acting shy and nervous around someone else that’s not him. And even then that’s not enough for him to say sorry, not until you’re at the altar and almost out from under his claws.

#inbox #Maybe he is someone else’s type but I will stick with Rin who brushes my hair and lets me bite his cheeks when Im annoyed :)#cw suicide

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theotherbuckley · 11 months ago

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Sorry to once again do this but I love your second Buck Achilles edit like that's my favourite part of the song (and I've been listening to the song a lot for the past month) and the way you've done the whole left vs right thing and having Chris with "can you hear me achilles" and having the "be done with this now and get off the roof" with the factory fire are both such great decisions.

Also I love the way the left texts are all fading at the end as if the voice encouraging him to live is winning until you get to the final two gifs where it's implied that he's been lost and the scenes that you picked for those last 2 gifs oof

Anyway I'm very much looking forward to the madney one as well

CRYING THANK YOU 😭😭😭😭 you’re so kind oh my god. Seriously I was so scared people were gonna hate that I’ve made too many ahhhh but thank you so much this actually makes me so happy. It means so so much to me 😭😭 I’m so glad you like it I’m gonna post the madney one today!!!! Ahhh thanks seriously 💗💗

#purple asks

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okaykawaa · 2 years ago

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𝙄’𝙈 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - tbp texting fic !

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬

Saturday 3:18 PM

mintisthebest : crying screaming shaking hyperventilating.

iheartspace : now..what in the hell is wrong with you ? 😟

mintisthebest : I asked Vance to hang out and he said yes

readallaboutit : AYEEEE

acrobat : that’s great 😁 !

iheartspace : ….

acrobat : what?

iheartspace : what’s wrong with griffin 💀?

acrobat : wdym there’s nothing wrong.

➜ that’s great 😁!

iheartspace : I’m taking abt this 😟

acrobat : okay..what about it?

iheartspace : you’re usually grumpy

acrobat : .

readallaboutit : think about what you say griffy wiffy 🥺

acrobat : I should have blocked you when I had the chance.

Iheartspace : ??

readallaboutit : I made a deal with griffin he can’t make any remarks or be mean at all today or else he has to be dressed like a clown 🤷

iheartspace : LMAO 💀 he won’t last a day

acrobat : angry angry mean words !!!!

mintisthebest : what.

iheartspace :

mintisthebest : STFU.

iheartspace : .

acrobat : finney ☺️…. get him before I get to him first.

readallaboutit :🤏🏻 this close to losing griffy 🥺

acrobat : .

acrobat : FINE IDC ILL LOSE SHUT YOUR MUSTY ASS UP BILLY AND FINNEY GET BRUCE BEFORE I SHOW UP AT HIS HOUSE

readallaboutit : 😟 well he snapped ig…

mintisthebest : anyways I’m meeting Vance at the park rn wish me luck 🫶🏼

acrobat : wishing you the worse Brucey 🥺/j

mintisthebest : praying downfall on u griffy 🤭

readallaboutit : NAH HOW COME BRUCE GETS TO CALL YOU GRIFFY BUT I CANT ☹️

acrobat :

iheartspace : 💀

mintisthebest : I had to refresh my memory of how pretty Vance is 🤭

iheartspace : I mean yeah he is but like one swing and your over 🤷..

iheartspace : Vance slander 😍

mintisthebest : one more comment and I’m swinging on you finney 🫶🏼🤗

iheartspace : BUT ITS TRUE 😟 YALL PLS BACK ME UP

readallaboutit : nah sorry u on ur own 💀..

Bruce tied his converse and let out a breath he walked out his room passing by his mother waving and telling her bye as he walked out the yamada residence home he stuffs his phone in his back left pocket making his way to the park he looked at his watch for the time 4:27 PM it read he sat down on the faded orangish red bench that was completely worn out from the previous years.

Glancing at his watch and his eyes scanning around the park waiting for the blond to show up Bruce hoped that Vance didn’t stand him up I mean it’s not a date but it’s still wrong as he was about to get up to leave after about 20 minutes Bruce was impatient sometimes

and he lets that get the best of him he sees the curly haired blond approaching him he let out a relived sigh slightly cracking a smile shocked to see something different about Vance he cut his hair ?! mouth wide open Bruce sat there looking at Vance in shock I didn’t look bad but he actually thought that Vance looked even better with his hair cut “What?” Bruce stood up looking at his hair “you cut your hair” Vance stared at Bruce for a minute making Bruce shift uncomfortably “Yeah I uh I got tired of it in my face so I cut it—“ “It looks good.” Vance looked at Bruce in his eyes “really? I thought I wouldn’t look right” “Yeah Really Looks good on you” Bruce Swore he could see a deep shade of blush appear on The blondes face but didn’t say anything “So Where do you wanna go?” “I have a few places in mind” Bruce said as he motioned his hand for Vance to follow him.

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pinheadvance did two things today chop my hair and hang out with @mintisthebest

Iheartspace : why does Bruce look done with everything 💀

pinheadvance : he was tired so now he’s sleep 🤷

redrobin : Ngl your hair cut is kinda good😟

readallaboutit : i just know when Bruce wakes up he’s gonna spam the gc 😭

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5:01 PM

iheartspace : @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest

iheartspace : WAKE UP BRUCEY WUCEY 😍

mintisthebest is online !

mintisthebest : he just fell back asleep

acrobat : ..that ain’t Bruce

readallaboutit : VANCE????

mintisthebest : what

iheartspace : DONT SCROLL UP

acrobat : you dumbass now that you said it he might scroll up 😟

mintisthebest : I’m not that’s invading his privacy.

iheartspace : …🤨

iheartspace : nah why isn’t he aggressive what the fuck.

readallaboutit : this is actually scary 🙁

mintisthebest : because I don’t always have to be aggressive plus I want to make a good impression on Bruce (tell him I said that and I’m fighting you)

iheartspace : aw how cute 🥰

acrobat : 🤢 ew never use that emoji ever again.

iheartspace : didn’t you use that emoji earlier???

acrobat : it’s different when I use it

mintisthebest : Bruce is honestly very sweet and funny I don’t wanna scare him away or anything.

acrobat : so what your saying is that you have a soft spot for him ?

mintisthebest : technically..

iheartspace : that’s cute but if you do anything to hurt Bruce I’m going to you house and cut your hair in your sleep.

acrobat : ..

mintisthebest : I’m not

readallaboutit : why can’t we be like that griffy ☹️

acrobat : because 🥱

Iheartspace : he didn’t even say no and he let you call him griffy 💀

acrobat :

iheartspace : 😟 WHAT.

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shiftingparadise · 2 years ago

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Ok I'm gonna need a part 2 to let's go home doll 😭

God, I'm soooo happy you guys wanted a part 2. I absolutely LOVE writing Dabi x Reader fics.

I hope you like it! Enjoy 🤍✨

Word Count. 5123

‘Thought I told you not to let her leave, Shigaraki’, Dabi said coldly while leaning against the door frame, ‘Because of you I had to deal with another one of her episodes’.

Dabi looked at the blue-haired boy sitting on one of the red chairs at the bar, spreading out his cards again.

‘She’s your doll, not mine’, Shigaraki sighed while letting his head fall back, ‘I’m not her babysitter’. ‘Ah’, Dabi smirked, ‘She threatened you, didn’t she? Couldn’t handle my doll, poor Shigi’. ‘You better learn how to control your ‘doll’ before I decide she isn’t useful anym-‘, ‘Choose your next words carefully, friend’, Dabi tilted his head while smiling, ‘If you even think about touching my doll, I’ll kill y-‘.

Dabi’s threats were cut short when he could hear your screams down the hallway.

‘Sounds like her episode isn’t over’, Shigaraki smirked, ‘You better take care of your precious doll’. ‘Tch’, Dabi placed his hands in his pocket before hurrying to your room.

‘Doll?’, Dabi said as sweet as possible while signaling the bodyguards to leave, ‘It’s me’.

Dabi slowly opened your door. He sighed when he saw what a mess you’d made (again). He hated when you were like this, crying, trying to pull out your hair, screaming… You weren't his doll anymore when you were like this, or at least not to you. Dabi wished he could make you forget your old life, so that the old and broken you, would never want to come through again.

‘Get away from me, you fucking creep!’, you screamed out at the top of your lungs, throwing one of the candles towards him, ‘How dare you do this to me, how dare you make me hate my friends!’. ‘Doll, we’ve talked about this so many times now’, Dabi looked disinterested at you, ‘This isn’t you anymore. You’re so much stronger now, so much prettier too when you’re carving your knife into some innocent stranger’. ‘I-I would never do something like that’, ‘Is your memory gone? Again?’, Dabi let out a deep breath while looking at the ceiling, ‘So you don’t remember meeting up with my little brother and his fired-up puppy?’. ‘S-shoto?’, you widened your eyes, memories flashing before them.

‘Aw, come now doll’, Dabi was quick to catch you when he saw you couldn’t stand up straight anymore, ‘Remember when we laid on that rooftop? When I brought all your favourite snacks and bought you another knife? You were so happy’.

You tried to repress the memories. You didn’t want to lose yourself again.

‘D-don’t touch me’, you turned your head away when you could feel his rough digits stroking your cheek. ‘Please’, Dabi tightened his grip around your back, ‘Please come back doll’.

You could feel your skull hurt from all the memories. You couldn’t make out which one were real, and which weren’t.

‘I-I’m not your doll’, you whispered, but somehow it felt wrong to say; somehow you wanted to be his doll. ‘Tch’, Dabi closed his eyes, trying to rationalize your words. You weren’t you. His doll loved him, more than anyone in the world. His doll would never say she wasn’t his.

‘I know what’ll bring you back to me’, Dabi softly pulled up the side of your skirt, ‘H-hey, don’t-‘, ‘Relax, I’m just grabbing this’.

You widened your eyes, mesmerized by the knife’s beauty.

‘This is the first knife I bought- … Well, I stole it, of course’, he let out a dry chuckle, ‘But this is the first one I got you’, he let his fingers run over the tip, a drip of blood breaking free from his skin.

Your vision got blurry when you noticed how beautiful the red shade was when it was dripping from his skin. You could feel yourself fade away again.

‘D-dabi?’, you said softly, ‘Hm?’, his beautiful blue eyes staring into yours. ‘I’m tired’, you nestled your head into his chest, ‘Please tuck me in’. ‘There’s my doll again’, Dabi smiled.

Of course, he wouldn’t let you notice, but he felt so relieved that his precious doll was back. Because, even if he showed it in a weird and sick way, he loved you. He loved you more than anything, and he would never let something happen to you, to his doll.

‘All good?’, he said softly while making sure your feet were covered underneath the soft sheets. ‘Hm, thank you’, you said contently, eyelids feeling heavier by the second. ‘I’ll join you later, okay? Need to talk to Shigaraki first’, ‘I’ll miss you’, you clutched onto the sheets. ‘I won’t be long, I promise doll’, ‘Okay’, you yawned, ‘I love you’.

Dabi froze. You never told him you loved him before. Actually, he couldn’t remember anyone saying those words to him. ‘I love you’, he frowned at how foreign those words sounded.

‘D-dabi?’, you looked at him with big eyes, ‘You love me too, right?’. ‘I-I do’, he mumbled while stroking through his black hair, ‘I-I love you too, doll’.

He hated how weird it sounded when he let those words roll over his tongue, but it was true. He loved you and nothing would ever change that. He would die for you. He was a criminal, a cold, calculated killer, but he loved his doll.

‘Let’s go out tomorrow’, you smirked while nestling your head into your pillow, ‘Want to use that pretty knife you got me’. ‘We’ll see’, Dabi placed a soft kiss on your temple, ‘Maybe after we clean up the mess you made today’. ‘O-oh right’, you giggled when you noticed the broken glass on the floor, the knives that were thrown into the wall, the wallpaper you’d scratched off… ‘Sorry pumpkin, you know I like to make a mess’. ‘Yeah, yeah’, Dabi stood up, leaving an empty feeling beside you. ‘Night doll, ‘Good night, Dabi’.

---

‘W-what?’, Midoriya widened his eyes, trying to comprehend what his friends just told him, ‘S-she killed-‘, ‘She wasn’t herself’, Shoto replied coldly. ‘Maybe some of those bastards hypnotized her with some strange quirk’, Bakugo balled his fists, ‘Y/N would never threaten to kill us, damn those bastards! I’ll kill them, I’ll kill them all’, he yelled with a crazy smile on his face. ‘Calm down’, Shoto replied, ‘We need to come up with a plan to get her back. I won’t break my promise’.

‘But what if she wasn’t hypnotized, what if she really became a villain, maybe she joined the league of villains or maybe she fell in love with Dabi, or maybe she just pretended so Dabi wouldn’t hurt you and she tried to keep you safe-‘, Midoriya started mumbling to himself, placing the tip of his thumb between his lips.

‘Damn nerd’, Bakugo scoffed at him, ‘Let’s go icy-hot, you know long it can take before he snaps out of it’. ‘Ai’, Shoto sighed before leaving with Bakugo.

‘Thanks for not telling Midoriya what I told her’, he said softly while walking through the city with his friend. ‘Tch’, the blonde frowned while turning his head away, ‘Everyone knows you love her anyway. Every extra in UA knew you had a crush on her’. ‘Probably’, Shoto smiled with his eyes closed. He could still remember how you made his heart flutter when you held his wrist or when you flew your arms around his neck every morning. It was the best part of his day; he never grew tired of it.

---

‘Hmpf’, you grunted when you could feel the sun shining on your face, ‘Dabi’, you gently kicked him, ‘Close the curtains, I want to sleep’. ‘Do it yourself’, Dabi was laying on his back, a smug look on his face.

Butterflies started to dance in your stomach when you took in the scenery in front of you. Dabi looked so beautiful with his hair messier than usual, his hands behind his head; not to mention the way the sheets were lazily wrapped around his lower body, exposing his toned chest to the first rays of sunlight.

‘Please Dabi’, you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your leg around his waist, your hand gently stroking through his hair, ‘You need to take care of your doll’. ‘Tch’, he opened one eye to look at you, ‘I take care of you, you know that’. ‘Do I? You won’t even close the curt-‘. ‘Will you stop nagging if I close them?’.

You eagerly bopped your head up and down, brushing your nose against his neck.

‘You always smell so nice’, you murmured into his skin, ‘I’m addicted to your scent’.

Dabi didn’t understand what happened. You were never so affectionate towards him before. Sure, you cuddled him, your sweet voice called out for him when he had to leave, … but he was always the one that gave you compliments, that told you how addicted he was to you.

‘So’, Dabi stroked the back of his neck after he closed the curtains, a small stroke of light shining over his shoulder, ‘D-do you maybe want.. I don’t know’, ‘What?’, you giggled. ‘Do you want to go out on a real date? I’ll even pay for dinner…’.

You noticed how he didn’t look into your eyes, how he avoided your gaze at all costs.

‘My poor pumpkin’, you giggled while slowly getting up, ‘Why are you so nervous? I’m your doll, you know I’ll do everything with you’.

Now it was Dabi’s turn to take in your beauty. You never slept with too much clothing, so he always woke up with a feast for his eyes. Always your cute little pink lingerie with a ribbon at the back of your slip and another one in the middle of your bra… But that wasn’t what made you so pretty to him, no. It was your scars and bruises all over your body that complimented the bright pink of your lingerie, that made you so irresistible.

‘That’s settled then’, he smiled before shyly placing his hands on your waist, ‘I’ll make sure my doll will look pretty on our first, real date’. ‘Hm’, you giggled before cupping his cheeks, ‘Let’s stay in bed a little longer for now though’, you whispered before crashing your lips against his, desperate for his taste, ‘Your doll needs some attention right now’. ‘My doll gets whatever she desires’, Dabi smirked while tracing his digits across your back, stopping at the soft fabric of your bra, ‘As long as she behaves well, that is’.

---

‘Oi, oi, oi’, Bakugo’s merciless smirk appeared on his face, ‘What’s wrong? Not so cocky now, are you?’. ‘Bakugo’, Shoto placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, ‘Control yourself, will you?’.

‘I-I just deliver their weapons, that’s all’, the man whimpered against the cold wall when he saw the sparks emerging from Bakugo’s hand again. ‘I-I don’t know where they’re staying, w-we meet at different locations’. ‘Have you ever seen a girl? She always plays with knives; through a commoner’s eyes, she would look like an innocent student’.

The man widened his eyes. Of course, he saw you. Dabi brought his doll everywhere with him. No one would ever dare to touch you, knowing they would get the whole league after them. Because you were Dabi’s doll, and all possessions of the League of Villains are sacred, be it a knife, a gun, or their doll.

‘He’s seen her’, Shoto looked at the sky, a small cloud leaving his mouth with every breath. He needed to control himself, to control his emotions. ‘Oi bastard, is she being controlled?’, Bakugo raised his hand again. ‘W-what?’, the man widened his eyes, ‘N-no, she’s with Dabi’. ‘We know that, but is there any way she’s being held hostage?’.

Shoto tried to read the man’s expression, but he couldn’t believe it when he heard a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

‘She’s his doll, or that’s what he likes to call her anyway,’, the man answered, ‘But she’s with him because she wants to. From what I’ve seen she’s always clinging onto him, always asking for his attention…’, the man shrugged his shoulders, ‘She’s obsessed with him’.

‘Icyhot?’, Bakugo looked over his shoulder at the lack of response.

Shoto refused to believe you were acting of your own free will, that you wanted to be with someone like his brother. He knew you; you despised men like him. Men who robbed people from their lives just because they felt like it.

‘Let’s take him to the police’, Shoto turned around, ‘He clearly doesn’t know whom we’re talking abou-‘, ‘Oh, I do’, the man replied, knowing damn well pro heroes weren’t going to actually kill him, ‘She was a pro hero, right? I thought it was her at first, but with what I’ve seen… Thought was impossible that she was the pro hero everyone so admired. A pro hero would never do the things she did’.

‘Shut up!’, Bakugo roughly grabbed the man’s collar, ‘Shut up or I kill you!’. ‘I’m already dead. I’ve talked about the League of Villains… Do you think they’ll be happy about that? Or that they aren’t going to find out?’, the man smiled, as if he didn’t care about his own life. ‘Tch’, Bakugo raised his hand, ready to punch the scum that tried to provoke them. ‘What did she do?’, Shoto asked coldly, causing Bakugo to snap out of his anger. ‘Icyhot’, Bakugo gritted through his teeth, eyes still locked on the smirking man in front of him, ‘We can’t trust him, for all we know he’s lying’. ‘What did she do?’, Shoto repeated himself. ‘I’ll tell you if you let me go’, ‘You’re one crazy bastard, aren’t you? You really think we would let the main supplier of those scumbags go?’, the blonde let go of the man’s collar, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. ‘I want to know’, Shoto closed his eyes. ‘Are you stupid? We’re not going to let this scumbag go, right?’, ‘Tell us’.

Shoto didn’t care. He needed to know what you did, to know whether there was still hope for you, if there was still a small part of you that he recognized.

‘She always likes to test the knives I bring with me’, the man stroked some dirt away from his pants, ‘Dabi makes sure there are some innocent, whimpering ‘puppets’. After all, she’s his doll, and his doll always gets what she wants’. ‘What do you mean?’, Bakugo tried to hide the sick feeling in his stomach. ‘She plays with her new knife while choosing one of her ‘puppets’, and before you know it, the entire building is filled with the screams of her precious toy’. ‘You’re lying’, Shoto tried to control himself, to keep his emotions in check, ‘I know you are’. ‘Hey, believe what you want’, the man raised his hands in the air, ‘I don’t care’.

---

‘Shiiiiigiiii’, you chanted at the bar, taking the seat next to him, ‘Where’s my pumpkin?’. ‘I don’t know’, he sighed, fumbling with his cards. ‘Shiiigiiii’, you threw your hand on top of the cards, clearly annoying your comrade, ‘I’m bored again’. ‘You’re lucky you’re his doll or I would kill you’. ‘W-what?’, you widened your eyes, pouting, ‘I thought we were friends’. ‘F-friends?’, Shigaraki turned to look at you, ‘You see me as your friend?’. ‘Of course!’, a sweet smile lingered on your face, ‘You always make sure I’m not bored when Dabi’s away, always looking out for me when you join us on a mission… You’re my Shigi’. You threw your arm around his neck, placing your head against his, ‘You and I are best friends’.

Shigaraki tried to ignore the tingling sensation inside his heart, the feeling of caring for someone. He never thought you would actually like him after he and Dabi plucked you out of your old life. It’s not like he was in love with you, like Dabi, no. Shigaraki enjoyed your company, he enjoyed complaining about those ‘heroes’ with you, scolding them… He enjoyed it when you giggled or when you told him how you were feeling. He wanted you to grow, to be stronger.

‘Doll? What did I tell you about touching other men? I don’t care if it’s that blue-haired bastard-‘, ‘Oh hush’, you giggled before pulling away, ‘It’s only Shigi��. ‘Get her under control’, Shigaraki said coldly, trying to hide the soft feeling you left him with. ‘Here’, Dabi held out a bag, ‘Bought you a nice dress and some heels for our date’. ‘Bought?’, you frowned at his choice of words. ‘Tch fine’, Dabi rolled his eyes, ‘I stole it, but I promise I’ll pay for dinner, as people do on a real date’. ‘Date?’, Shigaraki chuckled while shaking his head, ‘You’ve gone soft Dabi’. ‘Shut up Shigi!’, you looked at your friend, arms crossed, ‘Come on Dabi, I want to see what kind of dress you got me’.

You hopped towards your boyfriend, eyes sparkling with joy. Dabi loved seeing you like this, so excited and happy.

---

‘And? What do you think?’, you smiled while turning around, ‘Do you like it?’. Dabi was sitting on the bed, arms resting on his knees, taking in the breathtaking view before him.

Dabi wanted to compliment you, he wanted to tell you how stunning that dress looked on you, but you looked so perfect… The sight of you in that beautiful black dress, the way there was a cut on the side of your leg, showing just the tip of the butterfly knife he got you; the way it complimented your figure… He regretted getting you that dress at first because he wanted you to get a dress a doll would wear, all puffy and cute…. But when he saw this dress, when he imagined how your scars would complement it, the way it would be a bit too small for your breasts, … God, he wanted to devour you at the thought alone.

‘Y-you don’t like it?’, you shyly fumbled with your fingers, looking down at the ground. ‘Tch’, Dabi slowly stood up from the bed, gently grabbing your hands, ‘You can’t walk next to someone like me, I’ll only embarrass you’. ‘Eh?’, you frowned, tilting your head. ‘Let’s just stay here tonight, just us two’, Dabi lowered his eyes, a sad feeling rushing over him. ‘W-why?’, you widened your eyes, ‘I really want to go Dabi!’. ‘You really want to go to a decent restaurant with me? While you’re looking like this?’, ‘Like what? You don’t like it, right? I knew it-‘, you pulled away, wanting to disappear into the bathroom again. ‘N-no!’, Dabi held you back, ‘Y-you look…’, ‘I look ugly, right? Just say it! I know you’re thinking it-‘.

‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes when you felt his lips against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks so gently. ‘You’re looking like a goddess. You’re perfect, too perfect for someone like me’. ‘W-why do you keep saying that?’, you started to feel sad, ‘You’re perfect and I love you. I don’t care what other people call us, or what they think about us. I think you’re beautiful. Is that not enough?’.

You were right. You thought he was beautiful; you loved his scars, his imperfections. He shouldn’t be afraid to go outside, to have a nice dinner with you .

‘Fine, I’ll get dressed’, he smiled, placing a swift kiss on your cheek, ‘Everything for my doll’.

---

‘You look so handsome in that suit’, you smiled sweetly while letting your chin rest on the back of your hand, legs swinging underneath the table. ‘It feels weird to wear something like this’, he looked at the ceiling, ‘But I guess it’s necessary in a place like this’.

He wasn’t wrong. Dabi took you to one of the fanciest restaurants in town, because his doll deserved the best, and nothing less. Dabi let his eyes wander to your lips, loving the sight of how they wrapped around your spoon, the way you hummed while eating your dessert…

‘I got you something’, he said shyly, stroking through his hair. ‘I got you something too!’, you quickly picked up a bag from underneath the table, ‘I mean… it isn’t much but…’, ‘Y-you got me a present?’.

Dabi never felt this surprised before. He couldn’t remember anyone ever giving him a present.

‘Just open it already’, ‘O-okay’, Dabi slowly grabbed the bag, pulling out a leather book. ‘Huh?’, he looked at you, ‘Just open it’, you turned your head, cheeks blushing.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. He could see countless pictures of you and him. In some, you were sitting on his lap, looking at him withso much love in your eyes. In others, he had you on his back, his hands softly resting on your ankles, you burying your head in the crook of his neck,… You looked so pretty in all of them.

‘W-who took these-‘, ‘I asked Shigi’, you couldn’t look into his eyes, ‘I mean… W-we never take any pictures, thought it would be nice to have some’. ‘Thank you’, he said softly, closing his eyes, ‘I love this’. ‘Can I get mine now?’, you giggled, knowing you made him happy. ‘Here’, he felt embarrassed that he didn’t think of something so meaningful.

‘O-oh’, you widened your eyes at how the red diamonds were sparkling. ‘I thought it would suit you, especially with that dress’, ‘I-it’s beautiful’.

Dabi got you a beautiful necklace, with a red, diamond heart in the middle. The necklace itself was a beautiful black, velvety fabric. The dark color made sure the red, heart-shaped diamond in the middle got the attention it deserved.

‘It’s so pretty’, you let your digits hover over the cold diamond once you put it on, ‘Thank you’. You leaned over the table, pulling Dabi in for a kiss. ‘Everything for my doll’, he replied softly.

---

‘That was so much fun’, you giggled while tightly holding onto Dabi’s arm. ‘Hm, we should do this more often’, he said coldly, trying to keep his senses at 100 % while walking through the city. After all, you looked stunning, and he wasn’t going to tolerate lingering eyes from some sick perverts. You were his doll, and his doll alone.

‘Oi, isn’t she a little too pretty for you? How much do you pay her?’, a man’s voice rung from behind you two, ‘Hey, I’ll pay double the price if you leave him right now and walk toward me with those pretty legs’.

Yes, finally. You’d been waiting for something like this, for someone to play with. Of course, Dabi was furious. You could see it in the way he froze, in the way his breath hitched, that crazy smirk on his face…

‘I promise my dick tastes better than that bastard’s-‘, -H-huh?’, you widened your eyes at how fast Dabi disappeared from next to you.

‘You can apologize, beg, and cry all you want, but nothing will save you from me’, blue fire emerged from Dabi’s hand, pinning the man against the building. ‘How dare you disrespect my doll like that? Look at her, she’s not only priceless, but she’s also mine’. ‘I-I didn’t know-‘. ‘You didn’t know who we were, but now you do’. ‘Dabi’, you played with the knife he got for you, slowly walking towards the two men, ‘Let me cut out his tongue before you kill him’, ‘Take his eyes first’, Dabi smirked, ‘Make sure your pretty face is the last thing he’ll ever see’.

---

‘It’s them’, Shoto ran as fast as he could when he noticed the blue fire, ‘He was right’. ‘Damn half-and-half bastard!’, Bakugo smirked, ‘That wasn’t the worst idea you got’.

Shoto wasn’t stupid. He would never let the main weapon supplier of the League of Villains go without gaining some kind of advantage. Shoto told the man he would only let him go if he looked for you two, if he roamed the streets at night, and notify him whenever he even thinks he saw one of you two.

‘Y/N’, Shoto sounded out of breath, a drop of sweat dripping from his temple.

‘Shit’, Dabi quickly pulled you away from the man. You were sitting on top of the man, giggling, using your quirk to play with his blood…

Shoto and Bakugo were too stunned to speak when they saw what you were doing.

‘Stop following me!’, you childishly yelled from behind Dabi, ‘Just leave us alone!’. ‘I promised I would get you back’, Shoto said softly, ‘I promised-‘, ‘Shit’, Bakugo barely dodged the sharp, moon-shaped drops of blood you threw his way. ‘I don’t want to leave, I want to stay with Dabi!’.

God, Dabi was so proud. He felt so proud that you wanted to be his, even after Shotos’ foolish love declaration.

‘Oi freak’, Bakugo smirked, ‘You’re telling me you never want to compete with me again?’, ‘Compete?’, you frowned, slowly coming from behind Dabi’s shoulder, ‘Like… Playing a game?’. ‘You don’t remember?’, Bakugo widened his eyes.

‘Enough doll’, Dabi got nervous. If you got one of your episodes right now, if the old you came through, the part that wasn’t his doll… He would lose you.

‘You do remember how we used to dance together, right?’, Shoto said softly, ‘D-dance?’. ‘I used to take you to the rooftop’, Shoto smiled at the memory, ‘And then I would grab your hands, pull you close, and we would dance’.

‘D-dabi’, you looked at him, panic in your eyes, ‘I-I don’t like this, I don’t-‘. ‘It’s okay doll, it’s fine’, he turned his back towards the pro heroes, gently cupping your cheeks, ‘Hey, I would never let anything happen to you, we can go home’.

‘Y/N, come with us’.

‘Shit’, Dabi quickly turned around, knowing he would never be able to fight now.

‘Hello Deku’, Dabi looked coldly at the number one hero.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dabi didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how long you were going to be his doll anymore.

‘Y/N’, Deku sweetly smiled at you, ‘You can come with us, we’re your home, right?’.

There it was again. The confused feeling, the different memories flashing before your eyes. You were going to lose control again.

‘S-shoto?’, you sobbed, feeling so scared, ‘Shoto!’. You wanted to run towards him, to hold him and never let go. ‘Doll?’, Dabi softly grabbed your wrist, ‘Don’t leave me, please’.

Leave? Were you leaving? Your digits ran over the cold diamond that was pressed against your neck.

‘If you love her, you let her be happy with icyhot here’, Bakugo gritted through his teeth, ‘What kind of life does she have with you? She isn’t even herself’.

I’m not? I’m not me? You used to not be you, you had created a persona, that much was true… But that didn’t change the fact that over the past few weeks, you were you. Dabi wasn’t a monster, not to you at least. You were his doll, and he took care of you.

‘S-shut up Kacchan’, you smiled, tears streaming down your cheek. ‘H-huh’, Deku widened his eyes, ‘Y/N?’. ‘Come with us’, Shoto wasn’t going to waste time now you remembered them.

You looked over your shoulder at Dabi. He wasn’t going to put up a fight, you could see it in his stance. He was looking at the bag he was holding, eyes filled with hurt. Dabi wasn’t going to stop you. You were his doll, and his doll got whatever she wanted.

You took one step towards Deku, looking into his eyes. ‘This doesn’t feel right’, you closed your eyes, mumbling towards yourself. ‘Y/N please’, Shoto walked towards you, so slowly, so controlled. ‘Please come with us’, his cold hand met your wrist.

No, no, no. That was all you could think. You weren’t the same person they knew. You were Dabi’s doll, and you wanted to be.

‘I’m so sorry Shoto’, a painful smile on your face, ‘Don’t come for me anymore, okay?’. ‘Oi freak, stop saying shit like that! You’re coming with us!’.

‘Deku?’, ‘Ai’.

The number one hero felt sad. He knew what you wanted, and he felt conflicted. If you took a step toward the man behind you, you made your choice. You became a villain, they would need to chase you, capture you, maybe even kill you. Deku had to come after you, but he didn’t want to.

‘Take care of Shoto, please’, ‘Y/N!’, Shoto wanted to grab you, to keep you close, but he was too late. ‘Sorry’, you whispered, pulling up a wall of blood you’d managed to get from the corpse behind you, ‘But I’m not me anymore’. Your free hand stroked softly over the diamond heart on your neck, ‘I’m his doll’.

Dabi didn’t believe it. He was sure you would leave, that you would go with your friends.

‘Dabi!’, you grabbed his hand, pulling him behind you, ‘Let’s go! They’re probably not going to follow us, but still… I don’t want to take any risks’.

---

‘Seems like you had a good time’, Shigaraki smirked when you two entered the bar. ‘Shut up Shigi’, you sighed before taking a bottle of whiskey and pouring it into a glass, ‘Hm?’, you held the bottle in front of Dabi. ‘N-no’, he whispered, still unsure of what happened. ‘You liked your present?’, the blue-haired boy looked at his friend, ‘It took me a lot of sneaky pictures to fill up that book’. ‘He hasn’t even looked at them all’, you smirked before drinking the whiskey in one sip.

Dabi couldn’t believe it. You were sitting at the bar, as if nothing happened. The slit of your dress showing the knife he got you, the red diamond caressing your skin… You chose him. You wanted to be his doll, even if you remembered everything.

‘Oi, stop that!’, Shigaraki tried to protect his cards, but it was no use. ‘Oh, come on, Shigiiii. Just one game’, you giggled, ‘The loser needs to buy the other sushi’.

‘Well?’, you smiled at your boyfriend, ‘Are you joining?’, ‘Only if my doll wants me to’, Dabi let out a small smile before placing the bag onto the ground, and walking behind the bar. ‘So you’re joining’, you happily replied before handing out cards to Shigaraki and Dabi.

---

��Can’t believe I need to buy Shigi sushi’, you mumbled into Dabi’s chest, ‘He cheated, I know he did!’. ‘Doll?’, Dabi gently pulled the sheets over your naked body, holding one arm around your waist, ‘Y-you want to be mine? Even if you remember?’. ‘I’m your doll’, you smiled, holding him tighter, ‘And I love you, I love you with everything that I am.

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hurricaneonanesthesia · 3 years ago

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Here's a request:

An idea you wanted to write about Phnx for a while but just haven't gotten around to doing ;)

BROOO I KNOWWW 😭, IK I SAID I WOULD POST THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE PHOENIX FIC I PROMISED YOU GUYS AFTER I FINISHED MY FIRST BATCH OF REQUESTS BUT I GOT SMACKED WITH I DUNNO HOW TO ADD TO IT.

I was listening to ‘Two Birds’ on loop(Anesthesia can vouch)….sooo I ended up writing this instead lmfao, enjoy.

~Admin Hurricane

Warnings: character death, blood, survivors guilt

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: angst

Pairing(s): Phoenix x GN!Reader

EDIT 5/10/2022: I FORGOT TO PUT THIS HERE BUT PART 2 IS HERE

It was just supposed to be a quick mission.

“We’ll be in and out before you know it!”

So where did it go so wrong?

You clutched at the fabric of his jacket, your eyes widening, feeling tears pricking at your eyes. “Phoenix, please…stay with me, okay? Sage is almost here, so just stay awake alright? Don’t move, you’ll aggravate your wound more,” you rambled on, trying to lighten the mood, ignoring the shaking in your voice. There was a clear desperation to your tone as you clutched onto him, feeling the warmth slowly drain from his body. Phoenix, brilliant like the sun, he was always so warm, even when compared to the dreary and cold surroundings of Icebox.

“Hey…” he coughed lightly, gently pressing a hand to your face, snapping you out of your stupor as you quickly reached up, “It’s too late…let me go..alright mate? It’s okay,” he reassured you, “If you keep crying, I’m gonna come back to haunt you as a ghost.” You shushed him, shivering slightly as you noticed how cold his fingertips were. You chose to ignore the blood pooling out underneath him and staining the freshly fallen snow crimson. “Stop it!” you choked out, your tears staining the fabric of his shirt, as you grasped at his fading warmth in desperation, “Idiot, you’re always getting into trouble and I have to be there to bail you out. When will you learn your lesson?” Though your words were harsh, you couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing freely down your face now. Phoenix smiled bitterly, his eyebrows creased with pain, “Hey…if I saved you then it was worth it!” he laughed, before coughing up some blood, staining his lips. “Y/N, I love you alright? Look…after yourself, please?” He chuckles, keeling over, the rising and falling of his chest steadily coming to a stop.

“Phoenix? Phoenix! Stop messing around dumbass! Open your eyes, stop sleeping!” you cried out, turning your head over to look at him, your chest tightening up. But there was no response. The only thing that could be heard over your crying was the sound of the howling wind.

“Y/N!”

more under the cut!

“Two birds on a wire,

One says c'mon and the other says "I'm tired",

The sky is overcast and I'm sorry,

One more or one less,

Nobody's worried”

You sat alone in the infirmary, staring at the floor in shock. You had yet to change out of your gear, but yet you still sat there, frozen and unmoving.

“Y/N,” you heard your name called as you looked up, eyes blurry. You could vaguely make out Sova’s figure against the bright fluorescent lights as he held something out to you. You stared dully at a neatly folded jacket in his hands. Phoenix's jacket.

"I understand that you are still grieving, and that's alright. Brimstone said he would give you the time you needed to get back onto your feet to find your bearings," he said, patting your shoulder, his gaze softened with sympathy for you. Sova paused for a moment, thinking about his next choice of words, "Phoenix…he would not want you to keep sitting around, if anything he'd like to see you happy. Just keep that in mind…alright?" Sova mumbled, gently setting the jacket next to you on the nightstand. Slowly he walked out of the infirmary, regarding you with a look of pity before stepping out, shutting the door behind him.

Your hands brush over the fabric of his jacket, feeling the material crinkle under your fingertips. You sniffled softly, unfolding it and holding it up against the light. The inside is dark, as if the last embers of a roaring fire were fading out. Pressing your face against it, to your surprise the jacket is softer than it . appears. You nuzzle your face into it, your eyes watering as the faint scent of fresh linen, vanilla, and a hint of burnt fabric linger. You wipe away any tears that threaten to spill out as you slowly pull off the sweater that you were wearing and instead slip on Phoenix’s jacket. It’s slightly big against your frame and envelops you easily as you cuddle up to it, imagining that it was his arms wrapped around you instead. You shut your eyes, leaning back against the wall, tilting your head up.

“I miss you already…”

“Two birds of a feather,

One tries to fly away and the other,

Watches him close from that wire,

He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar.”

For the next weeks, you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, covered in a thin layer of cold sweat, your hands clammy. Your breathing comes out in sharp gasps as you huddle over, your hands balling into fists. It’s always the same dream, the same nightmare, over and over again. It always ends with your inability to keep Phoenix alive. You’re cursed with the memory of remembering Phoenix’s demise, time and time again. His dull eyes, and the bloodstained floor.

[...]

“Y/N, you must eat, just locking yourself away in your room…it’s not healthy,” Sage says, placing a plate of food on your desk, “And you haven’t been sleeping well either, is the melatonin I’m giving you not working?” she regards the bottle of melatonin gummies on the table. “I’m not hungry,” you mutter, burying yourself deeper into your blankets. Sage sighs, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “I understand that this is hard on you, however, you must keep your head high. For…his sake.”

“Sage…I just want to be alone,” you shake, shutting your eyes, biting your lip. She pressed a hand to your side, a gentle reminder of her presence. “Alright, I will leave you be, I just want you to understand that I don’t want you to lose yourself. No one does.” You curled up, burying your face into the pillow. “I’m tired…can you just leave me be?” you pleaded softly, not looking at her. Her expression softened as she stood up, unsure of what to say next. As she reached the doorframe, she took one last look at you before stepping out.

[...]

Zipping in between radianite crates, you took cover behind a part of the wall that jutted out, shielding yourself from the onslaught of bullets that sprayed your way. “Dammit,” you grumbled to yourself, pulling out your pistol. “Where are you guys? I don’t know how long I can hold off and the spike’s gonna go off!” you called, sweat dripping down your brow, struggling to get any closer. ‘Think Y/N, think. How do you get out of this,’ you grimaced, making a bold move. Waiting until you heard them reloading, you dove forward, blindly shooting. You appear to be successful, hearing a grunt of pain as someone ducks out of your peripheral vision. Sliding up to the spike, you activate the diffuser, feeling the ground start to crack underneath your feet and the incessant beeping a reminder that eminent doom loomed near.

But then the searing pain that you were expecting with the explosion of the spike never came. You let out a sigh of relief as you successfully managed to defuse it before it practically blew up in your face. You still weren’t in the clear yet though. Noting shuffling on-site, you pressed your back against the wall, your pistol held up, prepared to shoot whoever walked back through to try and reactivate the spike. You swung fully prepared to blow whoever was there to hell, only to freeze up.

“...Phoenix?”

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g4rous · 4 years ago

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Hi there! I hope you’re well! May i make a request please? A Narancia x reader (fem or gn!) where the reader (his crush) comforts and kinda spoils him after Fugo goes off on him? I love Fugo but, Narancia is my baby and i would absolutely coddle him if he was sad 😭 thank you very much! 💕 If you aren’t taking requests, no worries!! (P.s i absolutely ADORE your writing!! 💕)

ASJSJSJ HI THANK YOU!! 😭💞💕 You’re so nice aa I hope you’re doing well and you like this! Narancia (and the Bucci squad too) deserve all the love fr ✋💗

Comforting Narancia hcs (Narancia Ghirga x Reader)

-Ok so this is basically how it went; chaotic shouting from two (well-known to you) voices on the floor beneath disturbed you from sipping your tea/coffee

-Ah, it’s happening again

-You were used to the squad’s occasional bickering (especially when it comes to Nara and Fugo) but still decided to check out the scene

-Just as you thought, a gloomy gaze met yours as soon as you entered the room and laid eyes on the messy table, flipped books and piece of panna cotta not-so-conveniently splattered against the wall

-If Mista saw the wasted dessert he wouldn’t know whether to cry or laugh

-But that wasn’t important to you at the moment, Narancia clearly had an argument with Fugo and his disheartened expression made you uneasy

-Sure, those two often bicker, beat each other and then feel sorry, but regardless of it the cheerful spirit you knew as Nara often took Fugo’s (harsh) words to heart

-The last thing you want to see is someone as dear as Narancia sad, so you took him into a big hug before he even got the chance to protest

-After a few awkward seconds he finally buried his face in your neck to hide the small blush on his cheeks (you already saw him sad, he doesn’t want you to witness him flustered too)

-After a couple of your caring questions he began vaguely describing the issue, but the sluggish tone in his voice clearly indicated he’d rather take his mind off it

-Lucky for him it was you he’s dealing with now, and you had a plan how to cheer him up

-As expected a simple “wanna go out for pizza with me?” made his eyes glisten instantly

-You knew he likes margherita, all that’s left is for you to buy it for him! His joy was visible but he still didn’t like the idea of the fact he “bothered you with his problems” so it’ll take a few minutes of playful persistence to show him it’s the least you can do (don’t worry, he’ll give in to your charm as soon as you smile at him like you always do)

-And trust me, the way his face lightened up after taking a whiff of the pizza in-the-making made you giggle with endearment

-However, he was kind of perplexed after you didn’t let him open the box the second after it got into his hands. Were you gonna ask him an equation in exchange for the pizza? No, not at all; rather it’s you felt like he deserved to be taken somewhere a bit more pleasant and special than a bench in front of the crowded pizzeria

-Upon impatiently arriving at the mysterious destination, his face lightened up all over again

-It was the empty coast by the sea which he once briefly mentioned to you on one of your hang-outs

-His face beamed like that of a child as he asked you how did you know it was there (I mean, there weren’t many non-crowded coasts around so it wasn’t really all that hard, much to his embarrassment)

-He tackled you into a hug (almost making you drop the pizza), making it clear that any resentment from the day’s prior events faded

-Now he was beaming with that natural happy-go-lucky demeanor of his and all thanks to you

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tonguetiedraven · 3 years ago

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Please, 😭Konekomaru to Bon with 😬 and panic👄 but then 🗣

completely random but why not

Okay, I went heavy into the sad for this one, with aged the characters up. The main pairing is Bon/Rin with unrequited Konekomaru/Bon.

It's not a happy ending :(

😭unrequited love

😬confessed feelings

👄first kiss

🗣 argument/fighting

— — — — —

Konekomaru should really not be here. Not now, and not like this. Not today of all days. He just…

He couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t stay away and let this happen without being here. He’d been Rin’s friend for a decade, and he’d been Bon’s friend for his entire life. To not be there would be as damning as being there. They wouldn’t know why he was avoiding it, and they’d only see the insult of one of their closest friends ducking away.

Well, someone who had been one of their closest friends. He’d been pulling away for years. Or trying to. He hadn’t done a spectacular job of it. Pulling away was difficult when it was just one friend, but all of his friends tended to hang out together. They were a complicated knot of relationships and incredible loyalties, and to break away from one of them would require breaking away from all of them.

It’s what he intended on doing tomorrow. He’d have today, he’d stay and participate and smile and play the part of best friend, and tomorrow he’d relocate to never see them again. He might send a few letters, perhaps a few phonecalls, but he would leave and he would heal.

And if possible, he’d never see them again. It would be better for everyone.

What he didn’t anticipate was how beautiful everything would be. Shiemi had pulled some sort of magic, and the entire garden was in bloom despite the cooler weather. There were decorations, nothing too extravagant, but they reminded him of younger days when he’d been sitting beside Ryuuji, laughing as they cut intricate patterns in the paper to make their small temple beautiful.

There were a few that were sloppily made, and he could see the touch of Rin all over it.

Konekomaru soldiered on and made it to the inn. Torako greeted him with a kiss to the cheek and a loving hug. Tatsuma, already drunk and gleeful, pulled him into a bear hug and proceed to cry happy tears over his son’s quickly approaching wedding.

“Dad,” and there was the one person Konekomaru had to see, and the one person he couldn’t see. “Let him go,” Ryuuji’s gruff laughed filled the room, almost too happy to bear, “you gotta let him breathe. We still got a lot to do before the wedding.”

“Bon,” he greeted, taking refuge in the collar of Tatsuma’s robe for a moment before facing his friend.

“Alright,” Tatsuma begrudgingly let him go, sniffing happily as he looked at Ryuuji with warm eyes. “I’ll make sure the prayers are in order.”

“Mmhmm,” Ryuuji’s hand dropped on Konekomaru’s shoulder and guided him towards the door. Ryuuji leaned towards his mother, grinning in a conspiring way. “Make sure he drinks a few cups of coffee?”

She patted his cheek. “Of course.”

And that, more than anything else, was a testament to the ‘Rin’ of the day. Ryuuji not yelling over his drunk father. Ryuuji laughing and loving and moving on to other things and trusting that other people would make it okay.

“I’m going to find Renzou,” Konekomaru blurted as soon as they were out the door. “I’ve got to finish some—”

“You’re gonna ditch me again?” Ryuuji’s brown eyes snapped to him, the mirth fading a little in his sudden study. Konekomaru forced his lips up into a smile and shrugged with what he hoped was nonchalance.

“Go find your fiance.” (And, oh, it hurt so much. The gaping hole in his chest, the wound of Ryuuji’s name, etched out in his very being, and oh, this boy was never going to be his no matter how much it hurt.) “I’m sure he’s up to something. Probably in the kitchens.” He managed to laugh instead of cry, and broke away at a pace that was too quick to be anything but a sprint.

Ryuuji let him go. Ryuuji had always let him go. Ryuuji had never stopped him no matter how much Konekomaru might wish he would. It probably never even occurred to the noble aria to try and stop a friend. Not since Renzou had broken part of his heart in school. It had left a lumpy scar in him, and it had made him never cling too tightly. He let them come and go.

Konekomaru forced a smile again and found Renzou hiding from his family by the trees.

“Oh,” the spy muttered, looking thoroughly surprised. “I didn’t expect—”

“It’s tomorrow. I knew I had too…”

Renzou nodded. “Did you tell him?”

“No.”

Renzou didn’t say anything else. He just made space for Konekomaru by the tree. Neither of them had been particularly lucky in love, and there was some comfort to be had in the silent understanding.

—————

He really might have kept silent if it wasn’t for Rin. Though, that could be the tragic story of Konekomaru’s life at this point. If it wasn’t for Rin, a Memoir by a pathetic boy.

Rin was in the kitchen, he really wouldn’t have been anywhere else, and Ryuuji was there too. The ceremony was in half an hour, and there they were, cooking and moving together instead of selfishly hoarding their final minutes. Rin trying to prepare some appetizer while Ryuuji’s arms were wrapped around his waist from behind. He had his chin on his fiance’s shoulder (no matter how many times he thought it, the pain was always a fresh ache in his chest. Like the sensation of being stabbed. Worse than the dull ache of a broken bone or a black eye. This ache bled.) and he was smiling so widely and beautifully, that Konekomaru couldn’t control his face or feet. He fled the room and ran to the room that had once been his.

This had been such a mistake.

Curling into the corner, he pulled his legs against his chest and hid his face in them. The ache was too big to be relieved by tears, and had been for as long as he could remember.

Had there ever been a chance? He had always thought Ryuuji could love him if he’d just been given the chance. If Rin hadn’t swept in while he was still trying to figure out the words, and been everything he wasn’t. Bright, funny, loud, tall, handsome, bold, and brave. If Rin hadn’t, or if Konekomaru had just said the words, maybe they wouldn’t still be lodged in his throat, choking him every day. Maybe he wouldn’t be fleeing from everything he had to try and find peace.

Could he have ever had any of this? Could Ryuuji have loved him? He could have, Konekomaru was certain of that. Ryuuji’s heart wasn’t a cold thing, even if it was scared from how many times it had been broken by life. He could have loved Konekomaru. He could have loved anyone.

(Knowing you could have had someone’s love just made not having it worse. Konekomaru was stuck in the what ifs, and even that wasn’t an escape from the now.)

“Koneko?” The door slid open and Ryuuji stepped quietly in. “You gonna tell what’s going on? Gonna tell me why I had to hear from Renzou that you’re leaving the damn country?”

Konekomaru’s head snapped up in shock. “He told?”

“What the— it’s true?! You’re leaving?!”

Konekomaru struggled to his feet. “What does it even matter?” he demanded as Ryuuji came fully in the room, already in the full robes of the leader of the Myoa Dha. He was dressed for his wedding. He’d have the prayer beads he’d crafted for Rin in his pocket. The beads they’d exchange with their vows.

“What the fuck? Whaddya mean ‘what does it even matter’?! It matters a whole fucking lot! You’re—you can’t just leave!” Ryuuji sucked in a breath, his face crumpling with hurt, and he had been smiling a moment ago. Rin had given him big smiles, and Konekomaru had given him tears. Fitting.

“Of course I can. You don’t need me here.” He motioned towards the window. “The temple is thriving. You and Rin have revived it brilliantly.”

“It wasn’t just us. We need—”

We. It was enough to make him vomit. He had to choke back the rising bile and clench his fist. “You don’t need me, Bon. I’m leaving. It’s already been decided.”

“I don’t,” Ryuuji crossed his arms over his chest in a self hug and stepped back, “I don’t understand. Is this… I know we haven’t had much time together recently, and I’m sorry. It’s… there was a lot to plan with the wedding and expansion. I’ll do better, promise. I’ll—”

“I’m the one that said no when you asked for time together.” Konekomaru gently reminded. He wasn’t supposed to do any of this. He was supposed to sit in the back and witness the ceremony, and he was supposed to leave. Ryuuji was never supposed to see anything weird.

“Then what is it? Why are you leaving? What did I do?”

Ryuuji had existed, and he had been everything Konekomaru ever wanted. He had been loyal and kind, warm and welcoming, a constant spot of comfort in his life of sorrow, the one family he’d always had. When everything else had been uncertain, Ryuuji never had. He couldn’t possibly describe when it had become love for him, because it seemed to have always been just that, and at some point it had stopped being a thing of joy and started to be a thing of pain.

“Nothing.”

Ryuuji shook his head, and the spark of his anger had been triggered. It would be burning brightly soon. “Don’t give me that bullshit.”

It was over. Konekomaru had lost him. He’d lost him ages ago, but now… There was nothing left. Ryuuji would never let it go. He might let Konekomaru go, but he would never stop wondering, and eventually someone would tell. Really, hadn’t Konekomaru been a coward for long enough? His parents had sacrificed their lives for him just a few feet away from this familiar room. If they could be brave enough for that, he could be brave enough for this.

He had loved Ryuuji for too long to allow this unanswered question to hurt him for the rest of their lives.

“Then you want the truth? Whatever it is?”

The color drained from Ryuuji’s face. At least he understood the seriousness of his request now. “Yes.”

Konekomaru swallowed and stared up at Ryuuji’s eyes for another long moment. I love you. He thought a little desperately, and marveled at how hard it still was to say, though it was surely more true now than it had ever been.

“I…”

Ryuuji’s arms dropped a little, and Konekomaru knew what was coming and couldn’t let Ryuuji touch him or he’d never find the courage, so he rushed the words. “I love you.” He choked, his heart throbbing and twisting and surely breaking in his chest as he blurted them again. “I love you, Bon. I—oh god, I love you and I’ve always loved you.”

“What?” It wasn’t the rage he expected, or even the understanding he craved. It was pure confusion, and really, could he have possibly been clearer? What had Rin said when he confessed? How had he phrased it?

(Would the pain stop if he cut out his own heart or would the ache still be there even when he was no longer alive?)

“I love you, Ryuuji. I love you and you just— why is it him? Why is it him and not me?” Ryuuji’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn’t say anything. He looked thunderstruck. Konekomaru had never seen such shock on his face. Not even when Rin had been revealed to them. Not even when Shima had betrayed them — and how fitting was it that he couldn’t remember their faces in those moments, because he’d been looking at Ryuuji?

It was over, and it had never even begun.

And there, in his old room, in the place he had learned to chant with Ryuuji and where he had spent countless nights curled up on his side, aching for the boy in front of him, he let the anger rise. He strode forward, grabbed Ryuuji’s shoulders, and using them for leverage, hoisted himself to Ryuuji’s height. Ryuuji reeled back in shock, but Konekomaru hung on. Rin could have the rest of Ryuuji’s life, but Konekomaru would have this moment.

He pressed their lips together in their first (and final) kiss. It lasted for only a second and tasted of salt from his own tears, and it was wrong and it was everything he’d ever wanted and would never have.

Ryuuji shoved him off and staggered back like he had been stabbed. His hand even went to his chest like it had on that awful day when they hadn’t seen the knife and Rin hadn’t been quick enough, and for a moment there was just blank terror that Ryuuji was going to fall again, but then the terror shifted as realization and cold dread washed over him.

“Now?!”

Konekomaru nodded and braced himself for the cruel words. Please, he thought desperately, let them make me hate you. Let this end.

“You do this now?! You run away and then you come back and tell me this today?! When I’m getting married and I’m—I’ve pledged my life to Rin! You know it— you— years, Konekomaru, you could have— I didn’t need to know this now. If you kept it silent for so—”

Konekomaru clenched his fist and hated himself as Ryuuji stumbled over his words, hurt and anger and confusion lacing each one. Rin would be coming soon. He’d hear Ryuuji’s anger and he’d come running, and Konekomaru couldn’t bear to be here when he arrived.

“That,” he snapped, standing as tall as he could, “is why I’m leaving. I’ve been in love with you my entire life and you never noticed. You never cared—”

“You can’t just pin this on me when you never —”

“I know, and I couldn’t compete with Rin anyway. It was always Rin with you.” He grabbed his bag, grateful he had brought it here, and hefted it over his shoulder. “You’ll understand why I can’t stay. I wish you all the happiness.” That you’d never have with me.

He darted forward and tried not to notice Ryuuji flinch away from him like he’s a wild and dangerous animal.

The ceremony was starting outside. The monks had gathered and the chants were already rising. He was meant to join them, to represent the Miwas in this sacred ceremony, and there was no possible way he could. The words were no longer clogging his throat, but the wound they left behind was raw, and he knew there was only one word he’d be able to say, and it was never going to be his to say. (It was only Rin’s name to say. It had always been Rin’s.)

In a different life, Konekomaru was sure they could have made it work. He was sure the chants rising through the air would have been for them, and not Rin. He was certain that Ryuuji would have held his hand and they would have grown old here together. The head of the Myoa Dha and his loyal monk. The last of both their lines, finding a new purpose joined together. In another life, he would bring Ryuuji those smiles, and Ryuuji would give him hope.

But in this one, Konekomaru left the temple without another glance back. He wouldn’t have been able to see it through his tear blurred eyes anyway.

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