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The Legacy of Magic

3,832 words | Teen | Part 4 of 7 Author's AO3: MagicalSniper Story Link: The Legacy of Magic Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five

Summary: Balinor, summoned by Uther to negotiate with the Great Dragon Kilgharrah, witnesses the devastating aftermath of the Great Purge of Magic and is forced to escape Camelot, leaving behind a pregnant Hunith. Years later, his son Merlin, who struggles to conceal his magic, becomes fast friends with Prince Arthur. Their bond is tested when Arthur learns the truth about Merlin’s magic, but his loyalty to Merlin remains steadfast, though their relationship is marred by the weight of secrets and struggles for the safety of magic users in Camelot.

The One Where Merlin Learns an Important Lesson

Under the cloak of night, Merlin slipped through the shadows of Brocéliande Forest, his black cloak rustling softly against the grass with every step he took that brought him deeper down the path. Above, the full moon cast a pale glow, highlighting his way toward the Lake of Avalon. It took him about two candlemarks before he finally could hear the calm waters of the lake lap at the shore. If he listened closely enough, it almost went in tandem with his rapidly beating heart.

As he broke through the woodland, he caught sight of a figure standing by the water’s edge. They were striking, tall and broad, intimidating in looks to those who did not know them. For Merlin, however, a thrill of recognition surged through him and with barely contained excitement, he approached, practically running to the man’s side.

Balinor turned at Merlin’s approach, causing him to laugh before falling into his father’s arms. He was eager to see him after being away from each other for several long months. Merlin tucked his face into his father’s neck and clung to him, tears gathering in his eyes. “I hadn’t heard from you in over two fortnights, I thought—”

“Shh, I’m okay, Merlin. It’s okay…” Balinor leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to the crown of his son’s head before pulling away. The corners of his eyes crinkled in a familiar, quiet smile, and Merlin mirrored them with his own. With a tilt of his head, he beckoned Merlin to follow him into the forest.

As they threaded their way through the dense woods, Merlin recounted his recent exploits with Prince Arthur. “It was Arthur’s second tournament, oh, I think a week ago now? He tried to hit his opponent with a lance, but it was too big for him, almost twice Arthur’s size, if you could believe it! He always has to show off, the clotpole.” He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Anyway, the thing snapped like a twig, and Arthur went hurtling off his horse. I thought he broke something, but thankfully, the only thing that broke was his pride, which is fine. He needs to be taken down a few dozen pegs, in my humble opinion. Uther was mad, though. I don’t think I’d ever seen him that mad. When he finally got his hands on Arthur, he ranted at him for over two hours. You can still hear his yelling through the corridors if you listen carefully enough.”

Merlin shivered violently and pulled his cloak closer, pulling the hood over his head to cover his forehead. “Are you and him still keeping up with your weekly sleepovers?” Balinor asked as he wrapped an arm around his son’s shoulders and pulled him close to help warm him. It was still mid-March, meaning the nights were frigid, and the days were only marginally better.

“Yeah, we had to cancel one a couple of weeks ago because Arthur went on some mission, but overall, we’ve been keeping up with them.” It had become a weekly tradition ever since they realised that their various duties wouldn’t allow them to hang out every day. They always made sure to make room for each other once a week to catch up on anything they had missed. That didn’t mean they didn’t stop whenever they saw each other in the corridors to chat or visit each other if one got off earlier than usual, but having the day a week scheduled out ensured they kept their friendship intact.

“Up to any mischief?”

“You’d think so, but most of the time, we wind up passing out in front of the fire around midnight.” Merlin sighed heavily. “You’d think we were old men who got tired after a drink, the way we act.”

Balinor’s steps slowed, and a distant look clouded his eyes. Merlin frowned up at his father, wondering if he said something wrong. “Father?”

He shook himself out of his reverie and smiled down at him. “Your mother had a knack for mischief, you know. Once, she filled Uther’s boots with mud, and he stepped into them right after getting out of the bath— he chased her down the corridors for that one and stuffed a live fish down the back of her dress.”

“Where did he get a live fish from!?” Merlin gasped through his laughter, his father’s sudden moroseness suddenly forgotten.

Balinor shrugged, ��He may have had some help.”

Merlin laughed, and then his face dropped into a frown. “I don’t get it, Father.”

“Get what, Merlin?”

“If Uther used to be okay with magic, to the point where he convinced you to use it to pull pranks… what happened?” Merlin’s eyebrows knitted as he wet his lips. “What happened made him turn his back on magic, to kill people left and right, to kill the dragons and any other magical creature he can get his hands on.”

Balinor sighed and hugged his son closer to kiss his forehead. “Uther lost someone very close to him, and he blames magic for it.”

“Was it magic that killed them?”

“It was Uther’s hubris and lack of understanding of magic that did so,” Balinor said firmly.

“And now we all have to pay the price?” Merlin asked angrily, pulling away from his father and clenching his fists. “Thousands of our people have died. We have one dragon left, and he’s stuck under a castle. What on earth could have been so important for Uther to have done this?”

“Arthur,” Balinor admitted.

“W-W?” Merlin asked, eyes widening as he stopped in his tracks and shook his head violently. “Uther is killing our kind because of Arthur? Why, what… what did Arthur do?” Balinor’s heart broke at the desperation of Merlin’s voice, the near hysterics at the news that it had been his friend that heralded in the Great Purge.

“He was born.”

~o0o~

The druid camp, shrouded by a veil of early morning mist, came alive with the crackle of fire and the murmur of voices as Merlin and Balinor approached. The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of pink and gold, casting a warm glow over the encampment despite the coldness of the early morning.

“Emrys!” A voice called out, its tone rich with affection. It belonged to an elder druid, Amergin, if Merlin remembered correctly. He allowed the man to pull him into a hug, wincing as he was thrown back for the man to examine him. “Look at you; You've grown taller and stronger since we last met.”

Merlin smiled sheepishly, his cheeks colouring at the attention. “It’s good to see you all again,” he said, his eyes scanning the familiar faces that had begun to emerge from their tents at his arrival.

He was soon ushered to sit with the others around the central fire, its flames dancing merrily as it worked to boil water and cook their breakfast. Merlin, upon their insistence, regaled them with tales of life at Camelot, the grand feasts— “I am not really supposed to join those, but Arthur sneaks me in,” how his studies as a scribe were going, and how his mother and Gaius were fairing.

When he inquired about their health, that was when the mood drastically changed.

“The knights have been bothering you!?”

“Raids, mostly,” one druid, Aoife, replied, waving a dismissive hand. “But we manage. No serious harm was done thanks to our preparations. They seem to be using it as training sessions for their youngest knights. The young prince has been at many of them.”

Merlin took “preparations” to mean the warning wards that were placed a thousand paces around the entire encampment. Nothing, in theory, should be able to cross them without the druids being aware, but they would only hold up for so long if the training the knights have been working on were any indication.

He frowned at the ground. He hadn’t realised that Arthur had been raiding the druid camps, but it made sense that Arthur wouldn’t tell him. He knew that Merlin abhorred violence and preferred not to hear about it. Merlin never inquired about the prince’s whereabouts when he went on missions; he was merely glad to see his friend come back in one piece. Merlin made a mental note to start asking Arthur more questions about his quests in the future.

Iseldir emerged from the main tent, his presence commanding Merlin’s attention. “Emrys, are you prepared to resume your magical studies?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a nod and a confident grin. It would feel good to train his magic to the fullest extent again. He had always to keep it under his control in Camelot and could hardly practice with it unless he was locked in his bedroom. Here, he could train it and had the freedom to use it as he wished, to stretch it to its limit without worrying about getting caught and sent to the prye.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Merlin found himself amidst a group of young druids, preparing for their daily training. Iseldir instructed them to form pairs on opposite sides of an empty field covered in frost. The tension was palpable, and the air crackled with the anticipation of magic. The first attack was launched, and the battle began.

It took mere seconds for Merlin to realise that this training wouldn’t go well for him. He may have the raw talent, power, and energy, but he was nothing against seasoned druids.

It wasn’t meant to be a serious fight by any means, but Merlin could feel his frustration mounting as he was thrown into trees and knocked about like a rag doll. He should have practised more, should have kept his magic in better shape, shouldn’t have let himself go so long with just using the bare minimum of his abilities, but how was he supposed to know that he would lose his quick reflexes and the ability to control his preciseness? It was as natural to him as breathings… usually, that is.

“Concentrate, Emrys,” one druid said as Merlin tripped over a root. His spell sizzled out before it reached its mark.

Merlin gritted his teeth.

“Come on!” one cried, throwing another wave of magic at Merlin’s head. “You’re not even trying.”

“How I wish that were true!” Merlin yelled, trying to dodge the blast sent his way. He managed to move just enough to avoid being hit directly, but the force of the magic still caught him off guard, knocking him down.

“Sorry!” the druid said, laughing.

Merlin glared and climbed back onto his feet. He was getting harder to keep up with them, especially since he was starting to feel winded. That was another downside to being a scribe. He spent so much time sitting and writing that his stamina had diminished exponentially. He wasn’t like Arthur, who spent half his day in physical training.

“Not that I want to be like that muscle-headed idiot,” he muttered to himself, casting a fireball at the closest druid.

They were close enough that he could hear her laugh, and she was definitely enjoying herself. She was also much better than Merlin remembered when they went up against each other the previous season, and he didn’t quite know how to deal with that.

“Are you going to try anything else?” she asked, smirking at him. “Or will you just keep throwing fireballs?”

“No, I’m good with the fireballs!” Merlin replied, ducking under her next attack.

She tried to grab hold of him, but he was too quick, and he found himself with a bit of breathing room. He took a deep breath, sighing relief as he finally got a chance to catch his breath.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, shaking his head. It was almost enough for him to regret coming to the druid encampment.

“What are you waiting for?” the druid asked, frowning at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to give up already!”

Merlin scowled back at her, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he turned his attention back to the other druids, who were closing in around him. Four of them had abandoned duelling each other to gang up on him.

“Oh, come on,” one said, rolling his eyes. “You can’t run forever.”

Merlin sent a fireball at him. It missed its mark, but it did manage to distract them for a moment, giving Merlin a chance to slip past them. He ran as fast as he could, heading for the forest's edge.

“Stop running!” one of the druids cried, following him. “Come back and fight. What is wrong with you, Emrys!?”

What was wrong with him? He was tired of the training and didn’t want to continue. What was the point when things that were easy for him were no longer accessible? Why not just give up now and save himself the trouble? But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt something inside him stir.

Something deep within his chest, something that told him not to give up. That told him to keep fighting, no matter how hard it might seem, that it would get easier if he could overcome this hurdle. He had to keep going for Camelot, for Arthur and their shared destiny, if for nothing else.

“No!” he heard himself say, stopping short.

The druids stopped, too, looking surprised by his outburst.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” one of them asked, frowning at him.

“I’m not giving up,” Merlin said firmly. “I’m not going to let you win just because I’m tired or because I haven’t been practising enough. I’m not going to let you beat me.”

The druids stared at him, clearly taken aback by his words.

“You’re not going to give up?” one of them repeated, sounding incredulous. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Exhausted,” Merlin confirmed, nodding firmly. “But if I don’t keep practising, I’ll lose my ability and stamina even more. I have to keep going.”

The druids exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what to do next. Finally, one of them spoke up.

“Fine,” he said, crossing his arms. “If that’s how you want to play it, we’ll see who can last the longest.”

Merlin nodded, bracing himself for another round of attacks. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it up, but he knew he wouldn’t give up until he had exhausted every ounce of energy he had left. If he couldn’t handle this, he would have no chance against a threat that came for Camelot.

The battle lasted for several minutes more, with both sides trading spells and dodging each other’s attacks. Eventually, it became clear that Merlin was starting to wear down. His movements were becoming slower and less precise, and the druids began taking advantage of that.

“You’re getting tired,” one of them taunted, sending a lightning bolt straight at Merlin’s chest.

“I’ve been tired,” Merlin gasped, barely managing to dodge out of the way. “But I’m not finished yet!”

The druid laughed, launching another attack. This time, Merlin couldn’t dodge in time, and the force of the magic sent him crashing into the ground.

“Emrys!” The druid cried, stepping forward. “You need to rest; you should have been able to dodge that.”

“No!” Merlin shouted, struggling to push himself back up. “I’m not finished yet!” Merlin could feel his strength ebbing away, his vision blurring. He was going to lose, and he could do nothing about it.

A druid behind him sent a final blast of magic towards him, a tickling spell.

But instead of hitting Merlin, the magic passed through him and hit one of the other druids nearby. The druid stumbled backwards, falling to the ground with a cry of squealing laughter.

“What?” the druid who had attacked Merlin said, looking confused.

“I don’t know,” Merlin said weakly, collapsing to the ground beside him. “But I guess it worked, right?” Leave it to his magic to take over when he is useless.

The druids stared at each other in confusion, unsure what to make of this turn of events. Finally, one of them spoke up. “Let’s get you back to camp. You need to rest.”

Merlin nodded, but he was out cold before he could stand up to follow them.

When he woke up, Iseldir stood above him, looking none too happy. “You should have been able to disarm them all at once, with power as great as yours. Have you been keeping up with your practice?” Iseldir asked, his expression unreadable.

“Not as much as I should have,” Merlin admitted, wincing as he moved to sit up, his entire body hurting. “My duties keep me occupied until late; when I have a chance, I have to be careful where and what I am practising.”

“Your talents require nurturing. You must visit more often to keep up with your studies.”

“I can’t just disappear constantly for weeks at a time,” Merlin exclaimed. “Gaius and Mother need me, and what am I to tell Arthur and my mentors? I can only make my grandmother sick for so long before it’s inconceivable that she’s even still alive! Arthur’s at the point of being ready to convince Uther to invite her to the castle as it is!”

“You’ll need to figure it out, Emrys. The future of our world depends on it.”

Merlin barely held back from telling Iseldir where he and the future could go.

~o0o~

Merlin was sitting in front of the fire, staring into the burning embers, deep in thought, when Balinor approached him. “Merlin,” he said softly, sitting down beside him. Iseldir sat on Merlin’s other side, too close for Merlin’s comfort.

“Father,” Merlin acknowledged, his chest tightening at the worry on Balinor’s face. “Iseldir.”

“Your skill is undeniable. We’ve seen you cultivate it over the years. You were moving things in the womb, something unimaginable to the average druid.”

Merlin nodded but kept silent, waiting to see where his father was going with his line of conversation.

“But your focus… it wanes.” Balinor sighed and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Iseldir and I watched you closely today. The dedication you have been putting into being a scribe, helping Gaius, and your friendship with Arthur must be applied to your studies in magic.”

Merlin’s hands clenched into fists in his lap, the earth beneath his feet rumbling with his annoyance. “I have responsibilities, Father. At the castle, I’m not just sitting on my arse copying over old texts and writing speeches. I am ensuring mother and I have food on the table.”

“That is a noble cause,” Iseldir’s voice was soft yet firm. “But do not let it impede you from your true purpose.”

Balinor sighed heavily, placing a hand on Merlin’s knee and squeezing it. "As much as I hate to agree with Uther about anything, you must consider distancing yourself from Arthur. His path and yours may not always align, but the space could do you both some good."

Merlin growled and shrugged off Balinor's hand, the gesture more forceful than intended. "Arthur was there for me when you were not," Merlin snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. "He is my friend. The prophecy binds our destinies together. How can you expect me to forsake him? Explain to me how I am supposed to help make him the greatest king Albion has ever had, help him unite the Five Kingdoms if I distance myself from him?"

"Merlin—"

"No! I grow weary of everyone dictating my path and choices," Merlin cut him off, his voice rising as he jumped to his feet. He could feel the eyes of the camp on him, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. "Perhaps the prophecy spoke of you and Uther, with your ceaseless scheming and commands. No wonder you were once allies. Shall we now execute all who lack magic, as Uther has done to our kind?"

Without waiting for a response, Merlin turned on his heel and stormed off, his cloak billowing behind him. The trees seemed to part for him as he went, the leaves rustling with Merlin’s anger as he passed.

~o0o~

Arthur’s armour clattered around him as he paced, his boots sinking into the dew-dampened earth. The weight of his sword at his hip was comforting but did nothing to ease the fluttering in his chest. He was about to lead an assault on a druid camp, and his nerves were betraying his confidence. Not for the first time that morning, he wished he had Merlin nearby.

“Remember to stick together,” Leon said, adjusting the strap on his helmet. His voice was steady, and Arthur was suddenly reminded of how much more experience his friend had than him. And couldn’t help but think that Leon was the one who should be leading the assault, not him. “Stay focused, don’t let their tricks distract you. Remember, we are here to enforce Camelot’s law, not to lay waste.”

As twilight broke through the canopy, they moved forward. The Knights of Camelot descended upon the camp like a silent storm. “Protect the innocent!” Arthur commanded as the Knights began their assault. “No harm to women or children, and hold back against those who do not wield magic against us!”

The squirmish was swift and brutal. Knights felled men with practised precision, their swords cutting through the evening air. But amidst the violence, a tall, thin figure cloaked in black dashed from the trees, their movement quick and imbued with otherworldly grace.

“Cease your magic and surrender!” Arthur bellowed, his heart pounding in his chest at the thrill of battle.

The boy didn’t heed the command. With a flick of his wrists, knights were sent sprawling, disarmed by invisible forces. Each spell brought the druids precious seconds that they used to slip away into the forest. “Take that, Iseldir,” the boy had snarled. “I can take down many men at once.” If it hadn’t been a serious situation, Arthur probably would have laughed at the petulance in the boy’s voice. It almost reminded him of Merlin.

“Go after them!” Arthur commanded, but the mystery man gave them no chance. He erected a giant forcefield to stop the knights from following them.

“Stop this at once!” Arthur demanded, his voice carrying a note of desperation. Who was this boy that defied the might of Camelot so brazenly?

The figure halted, turning slowly. When he faced Arthur, his eyes flashed a bright gold, and time seemed to stutter as all his men fell unconscious. “You’re the one that needs to stop this.”

The world fell eerily silent as recognition dawned on both of them. There, amidst the unconscious bodies of the Knights of Camelot, stood Merlin, his expression torn between heartbreak, defiance, and fear.

“Merlin.” The name escaped Arthur’s lips, the realisation that it was his friend standing in front of him in the middle of a druid camp, defending the camp, hitting him harder than any physical blow.

Part Five

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lafrexniere · 1 year ago

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can you write one for dvorsky, where reader is having friendship problems and he’s letting her rant while holding her?

You picked up your phone and called your boyfriend after you saw several posts on Snapchat of your entire friend group out without you. You were furious, disappointed, and overwhelmed with doubting thoughts of thinking you were the problem. You only wanted one person, the one that also wasn’t there, your boyfriend Dalibor.

“Hey,” you said sniffling as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he said with a concerned tone.

“Are you around right now?” you said with a quivering lip.

“I’m on my way,” he said as he hung up. After waiting a few minutes there was a knock on your door, you stood up and walked to the door frame of your room to see that your mom had already answered the door.

“She’s upstairs,” you heard as you turned around and sat back on the beanbag in your room. You heard the footsteps slowly move up the stairs and closer to your room. You looked up from your lap to see Dal standing in the doorway.

“There she is,” he smiled. You sat there motionless looking at him. You sniffled once more then held your arms up. He came over and pulled you into his arms sitting on the floor with you.

“Tell me what’s wrong,”

“They hate me,” you said.

“Who hates you?”

“My friends, all of them hate me, they are all doing stuff without me,” you cried. He rubbed your back as you shoved your face into his chest, the tears streaming down your face.

“They don’t hate you,” he said.

“Yes they do, and it’s all Alex’s fault,” you scolded. Alex was your ex that still maintained his place in the friend group, you had dated a long time ago and he still wasn’t over the fact that you were dating someone new.

“Jake, Ian, Kailee, Kayla, Natalie, all of them, out without me, and this isn’t the first time, Kayla, Jake, and Alex have been doing stuff without me for weeks while Natalie and Ian have been away. And didn’t even bother to text me, I get I left the group chat with all of us, but I only did because Alex is making my life hell about dating you,” you shouted. You looked at your boyfriend’s stunned face which then relaxed.

“My love, you don’t deserve any of this, and if Alex says something else to you tell him to take it to me directly,” his face hardened.

“No, I can’t do that,” you said between sobs.

“Yes you can, you shouldn’t have to go through this alone, or at all, I love you and they aren’t really your friends if they are going to leave you like this.” With those words, you fell even harder for him. He was your defender and someone you could always count on, you were reminded why you fell in love in the first place.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Of course,” he said wiping the tears off your face, “come here,” he pulled your head back to his chest, gently running his fingers through your hair, helping you calm down from your mess.

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This is such a good prompt was so good to write

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niqhtlord01 · 1 year ago

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Humans are weird: Privateers for Hire: Part 3

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“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE!?!?!”

Jacob swiped his hand across the table sending several bottles and glasses clattering to the ground. The light from the room hit the glass shards sending a cascade of colors around the room like a disco ball. Not impressed by the outburst, his guest opposite looked on with an expression of disgust.

Without making a sound Captain Amelia Starfeld withdrew her pistol from its holster and put a plasma bolt right next to Jacob’s right foot sending the diplomat tumbling back into the stuffed couch behind him. One of the Vraxon dancers draped around her waist giggled and went back to caressing her legs as the pirate queen flicked the safety of her weapon on and off.

“As I recall,” she began, “last time you were here we struck an accord. We destroy your enemies, and you pay us credits equal to the targets value; a straight forward agreement.”

Jacob took several deep breaths to calm down and regain his composure.

“Our agreement was for Hash’tu ships, what you did was-“

“So much better.” Amelia interrupted. “Our agreement also included a trillion credits for a station lest you forget, which we gladly destroyed to aid you in your war effort.”

“A station that crashed into a civilian planet causing an ecological disaster that has rendered the planet uninhabitable!”

Amelia tapped her pistol on her head and used the muzzle to scratch her forehead.

“I fail to see how that is my problem or yours, since it was a Hash’tu world and they are actively waging war against you.”

Jacob closed his eyes and pressed his fingers along the ridge of his nose. “They are our enemies, but the perception of how we win this war is what will define my employers for years to come.”

He reached into his briefcase and pulled out several documents, spreading them across the now cleared table for the pirate queen to see. Lazily Amelia pushed the Vraxon dancer on her lap to the side and leaned forward to read the documents. They were news articles taken from Cosmic Federation space with rather provocative titles.

“Hash’tu civilians devastated by surprise attack.”

“Hash’tu station forced out of orbit killing millions on impact.”

“Mass starvation across three systems following destruction of Hash’tu trade world.”

“Cosmic Federation labeled “Terrorist State” after devastating surprise attack against Hash’tu.”

“Daring raid behind lines results in record number of civilian deaths.”

Amelia chuckled and tapped the last one. “This one I might hang in my cabin when I return to my ship.”

“You’re missing the point.” Jacob interjected. “You were only to target military targets, ships or stations. Civilians were never part of the agreement.”

Amelia shrugged and leaned back into the couch. “Casualties of war; what can you do?”

One of the dancers reached under the couch and pulled out a data pad of their own and set it on the table. Jacob looked down at it as a long list of information began scrolling down.

“What is this?” he asked.

“This,” Amelia said as she spun the pad around with her gun for Jacob to see easier, “is what you owe.”

Picking up the pad Jacob began running through the list of confirmed kills. His eyes began to grow wide as he neared the end of the list and saw the final total of credits.

“3.5 trillion credits!?!!”

Amelia nodded. “That station we took down was one trillion, but then you take into account all the ships docked in it with the ones we had been scuttling before the attack and it evens out to 3.5 trillion. Honestly I think it is more around 4 but we couldn’t get the captain’s bio chips so we gave you a discount.”

“We will not be paying this.”

Jacob slid the data pad back over and crossed his arms as Amelia’s expression changed from mild amusement to outright anger. Sensing this, the dancers that had been draping themselves on her stood up without a word and left the room in a hurry.

“Because we’ve had such a good rapport I’m going to give you one chance to reconsider.”

She spun the data pad back around and heavily pushed it to the center of the table.

“You gave us a dirty job, and my crew held up our end of the bargain.” She tapped the pad with the muzzle of her gun and fixed the diplomat with a stare that could turn stars cold. “You’d hate for this little arrangement to be made public, would you? Right now everything floating is speculation, but if a certain pirate queen came forward and tells the galaxy that they were paid to cause untold destruction, that’d look bad for your “employers”.”

Jacob scoffed. “No one will believe the word of a known criminal, let alone a famous pirate; and even if you did come forward you would all but be admitting to being the terrorist these tabloids claim to be.”

He shook his head and stood up to leave. “It would be in your best interest to not contact me again.” Jacob said as he walked passed Amelia to the door.

No sooner had he reached it though did it open and two alien pirates stepped in.

“I wish you could have been more reasonable.”

Jacob turned at Amelia’s words and missed the two pirates stepping forward and grabbing hold of him.

“Let me go!” he demanded. “I am a diplomat for the Cosmic Federation and will not be treated this way!”

Neither of them loosened their grips on the diplomat as their captain stood up and joined them at the doorway.

“That’s where you’re wrong, friend.” She said as she drove a clenched fist into his stomach. Jacob coughed a glob of spit from the impact. “You were one.”

“What you want done with him?” one of the pirates asked. Amelia gestured with her head to the window overlooking the red light district. With their room on the thirty second floor they had an excellent view of the extensive realm of debauchery the space station housed.

The pirates looked at the window then back at Amelia as if to ask something but she cut them off.

“I’ll pay for the damages. I’ve already had a terrible day, and being kicked out of my favorite brothel would not be something I wanted to add to it.”

With that said the pair of pirates began dragging Jacob to the window. “What are you-“ he started before he suddenly realized what was happening.

“You spit a lot of hot air for a diplomat,” Amelia said, “let’s see if all that hot air helps you float.”

Before Jacob could even open his mouth he was being flung into the window. Unexpectedly the glass did not shatter as the pirates had intended but instead shattered into a web of cracks. The pirates looked at each other as Jacob groaned and padded his head to find a fresh trail of blood running down. Amelia sighed loudly and rubbed her eyes as she muttered something under her breath.

“Well what are you waiting for, do it again!”

The pirates nodded hastily and picked up Jacob again. They threw him once more and this time he went through the pane of glass entirely and began his scream filled plummet to the ground below.

Amelia walked over to the gaping hole in the window and watched her former associate spiral down to the ground before leaving a substantial stain on the pavement. Several nearby patrons waiting to get in recoiled in horror as they were showered with bits of bone and flesh while a dozen or so prostitutes walking the area began screaming and running in any direction away from there.

“Tell the lads to pack up.” Amelia said over her shoulder as she checked her pistol. “We’ve got a new score to settle.”

#humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #space pirates #funny

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sweetestlittledarling · 7 months ago

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Little Smiles

Three short stories of how the Songbirds and the Love Interests Share Special Smiles. I wanted to include all of them in someway so that's why these are a bit more like drabbles and they are special to each character.

True Smile (Lark/Muriel)

It was on a summer evening when Muriel saw it again. Muriel didn’t even realize it until he looked up from the tapestry in his lap and looked across the firelit room. Ianna was asleep in her spot, happily snoring as Lark sat not far away studying his own tapestry with a surprisingly careful eye. Muriel watched Lark for a bit, feeling something was different but unable to put his finger on it. The younger man was humming to a tune Muriel could not place but that wasn’t anything new. Where Muriel was silent Lark was always making some kind of noise. The only time he could ever truly be quiet was when he was asleep though not always. It had bothered Muriel in the beginning, but it had started to grow on him like the rest of Lark. But that wasn’t it…. wait…

Lark was smiling.

It was calm, a small upturn of the lips that would have been missed if someone wasn’t looking carefully. It made Muriel pause a moment as he realized that this was a rare occurrence. He had witnessed it before, a few times on their journey together, mostly when they were being honest with each other. But, here, in their home, where there was no journey to make nor dangers to face...

It was comfortable.

Muriel rose from his seat and moved quietly over to the other side of the room. Lark looked up as he came over, still smiling. “Sorry, was I humming too loud?”

Muriel shook his head as he sat down, his body bumping Lark’s gently as they were now very close. “It’s nicer over here,” he said. He felt a happy warmth spread through him as Lark’s smile grew a little and felt a little bit of weight as Lark leaned against him.

Muriel’s lips turned upwards as the humming continued.

Side Note:

*This story was inspired by the Vocaloid song ‘Pierrot’ which has always made me think of the emotional journey between Lark and Muriel (with Lark being the nameless clown). My favorite cover is by a youtuber Ashe who I think sounds a lot like what I Imagine Lark’s singing voice to sound like.

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Playful Smile (Sparrow/Julian)

“I can’t thank you and Julian enough for what you have done for these children,” Mother Dolores said one sunny afternoon.

Sparrow laughed as she watched Julian, currently the villainous Captain Devorak, run after the many children who were screaming and laughing as he charged after then again, chasing them from one side of the courtyard to the next. “You don’t have to thank us mother. I think in all honestly this is Julian’s favorite day of the month.”

“I think it’s the orphan’s favorite day as well,” Dolores agreed, letting out her own little laugh as she watched the scene. “They rarely get an adult playmate who is so animated as the doctor is. He really is like a child himself.”

“Don’t I know it,” Sparrow sighed happily. It was nice to see Julian let loose and not look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. She wished there could be more moments like these. Just as the thought hit her she watched as Julian tripped trying to snag another child and took a face plant into the pavement causing several of the kids to cry out in surprise. She could hear Dolores cry out, but Sparrow was quick to move, kneeling at the motionless doctor’s side. “Julian! Darling, are you okay?”

Julian’s lips turned upwards as with his one visible eye he gave a quick wink before shutting it again.

Sparrow looked around at all the concerned child faces gathered around and realized exactly the part she would have to play. Carefully she flipped Julian on to his back, noting any battle wounds and then dramatically put one hand to her heart and her other wrist to her forehead. “Oh, my darling Julian! Please children! I can’t bare to look! Will you see if he is breathing?!”

The children peered in cautiously, whispering concerns and hopes that their large playmate was okay. Right when they were all close enough Julian’s eyes snapped open and he burst upwards, uttering a sound of excitement as all the children jumped back in terror and surprise. “You think that a simple fall can defeat the famed Captain Devorak?! It would take a greater fall then that to defeat me!”

The children cheered as the chase began once again.

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As the sun set in the evening, Julian and Sparrow said goodbye to all the children. A little girl tugged at Julian’s shirt and the doctor squatted down to look her in the face. “Is there something I can do for you my dear?” he asked smiling. The girl said nothing, but wrapped her arms around the doctor’s neck in a tight hug and placed a paper in his hand before running off to join the other children for supper. Julian’s face was beat red as Sparrow helped him out of the building, her arm wrapped around his waist with one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders. The paper turned out to be a picture, a childlike drawing of the doctor and all the children with the words ‘Thank you Doctor Devorak’ in big letters across the bottom.

Sparrow smiled as she gave Julian a little squeeze. “We’ll have to get it framed.”

“Indeed,” Julian said, a smile gracing his features. “I think I have the perfect spot in my office for it.”

“Though first, we probably should take care of that headwound from earlier as well as that knee that I figure must be the size of a pumpkin by now.”

Julian laughed and winced as he leaned on Sparrow for support. The scrape on his forehead was still rather red though luckily wasn’t bleeding, even though it was noticeable. “A few battle scars are worth it when it comes to the enjoyment of those children!” Julian declared. “Plus, if anything it gets me a night under the tender care of my favorite doctor who isn’t actually a doctor.”

“Oh, who is that exactly?”

“Why you my dear Sparrow, I trust no hands but yours to treat my wounds and my heart,”

Side Note:

*I imagine that as a part of cleaning up the city an orphanage is finally built and you know Julian is fighting every darn doctor in that city to take care of those kids. It maybe only once a month but heck if he is going to let anyone else have one of his favorite days.

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Heartfelt Smile (Robin/Asra)

It started in his chest. He could feel a warmth that spread outwards like a fire, not burning but enough to warm his inner being. Robin recognized the magic nature of it almost immediately as a little smile tugged at his lips.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” Sparrow mused, giving him a bit of a waggling eyebrow.

Robin laughed. “It’s just a nice day is all.”

“Sure, it is,” Sparrow answered, rolling her eyes playfully.

She couldn’t know exactly what was going on and It almost made Robin feel like he was keeping a happy secret. Him, the responsible older brother keeping secrets? It was kind of nice having this one thing to himself and it made him smile just a bit more.

“Well, I am going to go make us some tea,” Sparrow said as she passed by him to the kitchen. “Want me to make you a cup?”

“Yes, please and probably make one for Asra as well.”

“You rang?” Asra chuckled as he appeared from the back smiling wide, “is it teatime?”

“Sparrow is making some now,” Roblin said as he came around the counter, meeting the magician halfway.

Asra sighed happily as he slipped into Robin’s arms with snake like grace. “Mmm, so warm,” he hummed, “I was just thinking about how happy I would be to be in your arms again.”

Robin laughed again. “Really, I hadn’t noticed.”

Side Note:

*This one comes from the idea of the fact that Robin and Asra share a heart so they share kind of a secret feeling. A smile if you will. The twins kind of know about it but would never fully understand. In the past Robin and Asra shared a more mental magic connection but now it’s through the heart which I think works better for them.

#vesuvia weekly #rare smiles #the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana apprentice #the arcana mc #the arcana asra #the arcana muriel #the arcana julian

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morbidlyhumorous · 8 months ago

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Comforter (Bucky Barnes)

TW: panic attack

Bucky's POV

I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day as I entered the Avengers Tower. I made my way into the living room and was greeted by Clint and Steve. "How'd the chase go, Buck?" Steve asked. I rubbed my eyes and grumbled out "It was completely stupid. We caught the guy easily, but there was so much paperwork. I'm just ready to lay down honestly. Speaking of, have you guys seen Y/n?" Both of the men shook their heads. "Last I heard she was in some huge meeting with a lot of people." Bruce said. I winced knowing how much Y/n hated large crowds. I waved at the other guys before heading upstairs to my room. I rubbed my eyes tiredly as I opened the door, then froze. The room was dark and several items had been knocked off their shelves. The bathroom doors were haphazardly open and all the blankets had been thrown off the bed. I cautiously entered the room and did a thorough sweep before I entered the bathroom. It was here I stopped when I saw what was before me. Y/n was sitting on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, and she was shaking uncontrollably.

Y/n POV:

"Y/n?" I heard a voice say. I raised my head slightly and saw the concerned look on my boyfriend's face. Then I began to cry. Bucky quickly dropped to my side and pulled me into his lap while making soothing noises. "Hey, hey, hey. Focus on my voice, okay? You are perfectly safe right now." I buried my face into Bucky's chest and tried to regain control over myself. Bucky began running his hands through my hair while humming softly under his breath. I shuddered slightly as I let the rest of the sobs go and allowed the sound of the humming to calm me."So what happened today?" Bucky asked after several minutes of silence. "I had to go to this meeting with a lot of people and it was a lot noisier. I've kinda been struggling all day...I guess it's just one of those days where your mind seems to get to you more. Anyway, there were so many people talking at me and the space seemed to be getting smaller, so I quickly excused myself, left, and then ended up here." I said as I finally pulled my head back to look at Bucky.

He took my tear-stained face in his hands and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. But I'm here now, so how about we go lay down, maybe watch something, and not think about today at all. Okay?" I nodded my head and let a small smile out. Bucky smiled down at me before he kissed me again and helped me stand up. "Why don't you go ahead and change and I'll be back in 2 minutes.""Okay." Bucky left and closed the doors behind him, leaving me to change. I quickly pulled on my p.j.s and climbed into our big bed. A minute later, Bucky came back carrying two mugs of tea and put them down beside me. He changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants before joining me in bed. He handed me the remote and I chose a fun little tv show. As it played, Bucky wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I burrowed into his side while holding my cup of tea. A few episodes later I was fast asleep. Bucky smiled down at my sleeping form as he took the cup from my hold, placed it on the nightstand, and laid me down. He adjusted himself beside me and my hand instinctively rested on his chest. "Goodnight Y/n. I love you." He whispered as he, too, drifted off to sleep.

#oneshot #bucky barnes #winter soldier #the avengers #marvel

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years ago

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 128- Nowhere to Run

Summary: Josie meets a new furry friend. Narcisse needs help. Josie and the warlock share a moment. Haldir's in trouble. Something magical happens. Narcisse is accused. Haldir and Josie have their own overdue sweet moment. Thranduil reaches a breaking point. Legolas is plagued with his own troubles. The new King of Mirkwood gets the shock of his life.

*Warnings* Angst, language, death,

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After your bath, you picked out a casual garment for the evening from several items in your wardrobe that Narcisse had delivered by a servant, along with Leean's cradle and necessities for her since you would never step foot in that room again after what had happened. You anxiously awaited to reunite with your baby while Stephane was out trying to locate Haldir and make sure you and Leean were safe from Catherine. Although it had only been a few hours, you missed your daughter terribly.

You sat on the bed brushing your hair when you almost jumped out of your skin, startled by an extremely furry feline hopping onto the bed beside you.

"Oh my, where on earth did you come from beautiful kitty cat?"

The eagerly purring and attention craving kitty was quite happy to see you as he crawled onto your lap and began to gently knead your legs. You guessed him to be a he and only a few years old. Also he appeared to possibly be a Maine Coon judging by his enormous size and fan like tail that was longer than the length of your hair. He held it straight up in the air as he gracefully swayed it, revealing his jewels that proved your theory of him being a boy.

"Mrrrrrow." he softly meowed and peered up at you as if he were saying hello to you. For split second, you could swear you saw a spark of electricity flash in his viridescent eyes when you stroked his back.

The breeze from his briskly wagging tail brought his scent to your nose, one you recognized very well. Peppermint. He was most certainly Narcisse's cat. If there was one thing you admired about the warlock, it was his love for animals just like you had. The gorgeous animal's presence made you miss the brat cat Louie, Lestat's strikingly black and silky coated tomcat.

"Well hello to you too majestic king. My name is Josie and if you could speak, I would allow you to just call me Jo. I wonder what your name is?"

"His name is Merlin." Narcisse affirmed as he entered the room.

"Like the wizard? Is he magical like Gandalf? Maybe that's why Catherine hasn't been able to turn him into Chinese food yet." you joked and smiled as you turned to look at Stephane....although he was not smiling, but rather appeared as if he were going to pass out.

You sprung up and ran to him, literally catching him as he began to tilt.

"Jesus, Stephane!! What is wrong?" you asked in panic as he teetered in your arms. "My god, come sit down before you fall."

You guided him to the sofa with your arm tightly around his waist. After assisting him in sitting, you placed your hand on his face to make him look at you.

"Stephane, talk to me. Are you alright?"

"That bitch, she hit me with...I don't even know what it was."

"Oh my god, Catherine? She attacked you? Where is she now?"

"Bash is handling her. She will be thrown in the dungeons until I decide her fate." he grunted as he brought his hand to his head.

"Here...let me see." you whispered with kindness and compassion.

You slowly brushed his hand away to get a better view. Narcisse was moved by your tenderness as he studied your face while you looked him over.

"Narcisse, you have one hell of a knot. You could have a concussion....and I...I can't even heal you....What the hell happened?"

He stood up, seemingly too upset to sit still.

"I tracked her down to finally take care of her like you told me I needed to do. After what she did by releasing Asher, she had to be stopped. I...I can't lose you Jo."

He gazed at you in desperation, yet his beaming blue eyes were so sincere.

"Stephane, I...try to calm down. I am alright."

"If anything were to happen to you...just stay with me....here. Please tell me that is the decision you made while I was out. Let me take care of you." he pleaded, stuttering through his words as if he were choking up.

You felt yourself caving, melting at his genuine concern for you. You didn't know what to do or say. What was this pull you felt towards him? It was so very different from what you felt for Garrett, or even Legolas. You could not even describe it to yourself. With that thought, you slowly raised your fingers to his hand as he peered down in confusion, but then he gradually lifted his fingers to yours, as if he knew what you were trying to do.

As soon as your fingers laced into his, a charge of white humming electricity formed a connection between them, but this time, it didn't knock either of you on your asses. Instead, it was actually quite orgasmic.

You both gasped and pulled your fingers apart and then the next thing you knew, Stephane was kissing you...and you let him. A soft, simple and supple kiss, even sensual because the tingling magic was still there in his lips.

A knock on the door interrupted the star struck gaze you and the warlock were lost in.

"My lord Narcisse. It is I, Sebastian."

Stephane still stared into your eyes, as you did his, for the moment was too heavy to easily break.

"Uhh...right...umm...I am so sorry, excuse me for a moment Jo."

Narcisse sighed in frustration as he went to the door. You immediately followed with your hands slightly out by his waist, still concerned he may lose his balance, and it did not go unnoticed by him.

"What is it Bash?" Narcisse growled through his teeth as he swung the door open.

Bash could see he had impeded on the warlock lord's alone time with you, but it was of dire importance.

"My lord, my greatest apologies but I felt you needed to know that the Lorien elf has been admitted to the infirmary and is highly agitated, asking for the Queen of Mirkwood.."

"WHAT!?" you spewed as you pushed past Narcisse. "Why is he there??"

"I do not know the details my lady."

"Take me to him now!"

Narcisse nodded at Bash to do as you ordered, and he followed.

You raced into the room to find Haldir struggling to breathe as healers were trying to tend to the uncooperative elf.

"Haldir! Sweetheart, what...what happened??"

"Ask....him!" he sputtered in rage, glaring at Stephane, who was clueless to the elf's hysterics.

"What? Haldir, what are you talking about? Hey, hey, look at me, look at me. I'm right here. I won't leave you."

You took his face into your hands to try and calm him.

Haldir closed his eyes and and let out a deep breath, then forced out a single word.

"Poison..."

"Wait, what? Poison? You...were poisoned?"

Haldir stared deeply into your eyes and managed to nod once, then darted his eyes to Narcisse.

"S...soup."

"You ate soup that you think was poisoned?" you asked, trying to understand him.

Haldir aggressively shook his head.

"Ok...ok, calm down. You didn't eat soup? Haldir, I don't understand."

"I...I breathed it...the steam....apricots...."

"Oleander....." Narcisse whispered in shock, quite loudly.

You spun around to him in sheer panic.

"What??"

"A very toxic plant in the dogbane family. It smells of citrus. Ingesting it, touching it, or even inhaling it can be deadly from a simple single leaf. It slows the heart rate and constricts the airways."

"And you know so much of this HOW??"

"Now wait a minute Jo. It is common knowledge in my world. If you're suggesting I would poison Haldir, you could not be more wrong. I would never do that!"

"Wouldn't you??!" you asked in an incredulous tone.

Haldir grabbed your arm. Gasping, you quickly turned back to him.

"Jo...MY Jo...he...he is...dangerous. He...he wants...me...gone."

"That is an all out lie!!!" Narcisse shouted. "I am not threatened by you. Why would you accuse me of such an offense?!"

"Because you were seen arguing with him just hours prior!" Claude raged as she overheard the commotion and had followed everyone. "And my mother is missing! Did you poison her too??"

"Your mother has been detained for releasing that defiling Asher with the intent to cause harm to Josie! and believe you me, she will pay for it!"

'Wait a minute, you were arguing with Haldir? Why???" you adamantly asked.

"Jo, I went to find him like I told you I was going to do, remember? So I could inform him of what happened with Asher. Haldir became upset, blaming me for what happened to you... I went to him for you so that he knew you were alright! I never took him any soup! Please, believe me Jo, I would never do that."

"But you would put a rat in her bath and blame it on my mother!" Claude accused.

"That is because your witch of a mother did it!! And knew how easily she could blame me."

"Will you all shut the fuck up!" you yelled and turned back to Haldir.

"What can I do? I don't know what to do Haldir! I don't have any healing powers!" you cried as you squeezed his hand so tight, trembling something awful.

Haldir's breathing became shallow as he stared at the ceiling.

"No...NO! Do something!" you screamed at the healers, who stood with expressions on their faces that told you nothing could be done.

"Jo! The pendant!" Stephane suddenly shouted.

"Oh my god, yes! How could I forget!"

You frantically grasped at your neck, only to find the emerald missing.

"It's..it's GONE! How did I not...."

You swirled around to Narcisse and stood closely to his face with frightened eyes.

"Oh...my...god....Asher...when he grabbed my neck." you muttered.

"I'll find it Jo." Stephane swore as he took your hands into his, then ran off.

Claude began to realized that her mother was responsible after all as she recalled she had just found her in the kitchen before all this happened and that the servant was indeed leaving with a platter for one....but she kept this information to herself, for she blamed Narcisse for her mother's grief that had caused her to do such unlawful things. If her mother was going to suffer, then so was he....and you....for you were the cause of all of it.

Claude flashbacked to a phial of liquid her mother had given her just before she was supposed to go into hiding and with quite specific instructions of what to do with it if anything were to happen to her. Just another thing that proved to her that Catherine poisoned Haldir.

"This is Asher's blood. Normally it would be a greenish black but after a warlock dies, it turns to that of a urine color. Fitting for the waste that he was. Now, it is deadly to a vampire for it is dead man's blood. I want you to rid of that filthy fiend Garrett that lurks around here, another fool pining after that wretched witch queen."

"You want...ME...to poison a vampire? By all means, do tell me how in the hell I am supposed to do that. I do not even know him, nor does he know me. Should I just walk up to him and offer him a glass of wine? That certainly would not be suspicious." Claude sarcastically joked. "And not to mention, did you miss the part where I am a HUMAN? A vampire's only food intake!"

"Silly girl, you are not going to give it to him. Take that spell book with you and open it to the page I have bookmarked. Do as the spell says. Do not skip anything or cut corners and it will work just fine. The love sick blood sucker won't know what hit him."

Claude had taken the blood and left before Narcisse came in, extremely wary of messing with black magic after she had just given her mother a lecture on using it moments prior. Even Catherine had been scared out of her wits as she tried to break the spell she cast upon Narcisse by burning the voodoo doll only minutes before telling her own pregnant daughter to use the same deadly magic, knowing of it's consequences.

She then left the infirmary, unsure of what she was going to do.

It was deja vu of Haldir being poisoned by vampire blood and how close he came to dying because just like now, you didn't have the pendant...and now you were just sobbing as you hovered over your elven bff. The kind of sobbing where you could barely speak and snot kept dripping from your nose. The guilt you were feeling was physically painful, causing your chest to tighten.

"Haldir...I..I am so so sorry for everything! I..I have been such a horrible friend to you. I promised to spend time with you and I have been too self absorbed to do so. It was never intentional. You were so wrong when you said that I don't care about you anymore! You mean so damn much to me, you always have and always will. Please...please don't leave me. Not you. God not you. You can't leave me. Just hold on awhile longer ok? I am right here with you and I am going to make this all go away....and then you, me and Leean are going to go away like we planned, to Lorien....ok?"

Haldir's eyes glided to yours as he weakly squeezed your hand.

"Do not cry Jo. I do not blame you...I...I still love you. I always will."

His words were of a soft whisper and then...they were no more as his eyes closed.

"N...n...n..nooooo. Noooo..NOOOO Haldir wake up!!! Someone do something, help him!!! Why are you all just standing there?? Do your damn jobs and heal him!!"

"My lady, we are very sorry. There is nothing we can do for that type of poison."

Their words faded, your ears clogged and your vision blurred as you blinked repeatedly, choking for air and then you collapsed on top of Haldir, remembering the similar scene of when you found Thranduil and how he had been poisoned with wolfsbane. You couldn't move nor cry, nor even breathe as your face laid upon Haldir's chest, listening to the silence of his heart and feeling his stillness.

A burning rage came over your body, like a fire inside of you had ignited and suddenly, your light ripped through your skin... just like it had once before when you saved Haldir from Thranduil's curse.

You yanked Haldir's lifeless body up into a sitting position and then your eyes turned a fiery amber as wind, flames and electricity powered all around you and the marchwarden, knocking the two healers to the ground. Narcisse had just came rushing in with the pendant in hand, but was shoved against the wall by the force of your storm.

'JO!!" he shouted, but his voice went unheard by you, muffled within the cyclonic vortex. "You must stop before you destroy us all!!"

You couldn't stop. You did not want to stop. Words came spewing out of you, sounding almost demon like.

"My emotions make me strong!!! You will not die this day. I command you to wake up and be healed Haldir of Lorien!!!"

Haldir's ocean blue eyes opened wide and as they did, your powers ceased, vanquishing you. You fell into his arms, barely conscious as Narcisse stood frozen in shock against the wall panting, his arms planted upon it. The two healers stood up with their mouths hung open, completely enthralled at the miracle before their eyes.

"Jo, it is time for you to wake up now too." Haldir whispered into your ear as he held you tight.

Your eyelids fluttered open as you gasped at the sound of his voice and his sweet smell of strawberries.

"Hal...Haldir?? Oh...oh my god, you're... you're alive!"

You flung yourself onto him, squeezing him so hard as you bawled.

"You saved me Jo. Again. I do not have words. But I fear if you do not release your death grip, I may die again from suffocation." he chuckled and kissed your head.

His silly joke made you laugh and cry at the same time as you brought your face to his, holding it in your hands.

"You're...you're really ok??"

"Never better."

The beautiful blonde beamed his pearly white smile at you with that cute little gap he had in the middle of his two front teeth.

Narcisse finally pried himself from the wall.

"Jo...your powers...have they returned? How...how did you do this? You just brought someone back from the dead...it...it's not possible. No one can do that...not without Ashmole."

"I...I don't know? It...it just happened...and..."

You suddenly came back to reality and a scowl formed on your face.

'You!! You did this!"

"What?? Jo! No! I told you..."

"I know what you told me. I am not deaf! And I'm also not dense! You could have easily had someone put the poison in his soup."

"And so could Catherine before I had her taken away! My god Jo, I am not a cold blooded murderer without a damn good reason and jealousy is not one of them, but we both know Catherine is very capable of that."

"And we both know she has you under some kind of black magic! How convenient that a rat was put in my bath when you knew I wouldn't want to use it again and that there were no other baths available....but yours...and then there's the note stating one rat down, two to go. Haldir and Legolas?? because you were jealous??! You drew your bow on Legolas!"

"He drew his on me!! And I almost died trying to save him once or did you forget that?? I also risked my life in the icy bath of the black sea to search for him. Oh my god Jo, do you hear yourself?? I would never terrorize you!! This is exactly what Catherine wanted. She took the spell book from your room! Wake up Jo! You know me!"

"I've only known you a little over a month. Maybe...maybe whatever Catherine has done to you with that book is making you forget what you've done?"

"This is preposterous and quite frankly insulting! Maybe you SHOULD gather your things and leave, both of you." he snapped and stormed out.

You burst into tears and Haldir grabbed you right up.

"I..I don't know what to believe." you sniffled into his satin hair. "I mean, after all that he has done for me, for all of us, I just don't want to believe he would try and hurt you but everything points to it that he may have...but then again, what if he is right, that it was Catherine setting him up so that I would go away."

"If it were she, would it not be more reasonable that she would have just tried to hurt you instead?"

"I don't know that either Haldir. I barely know the woman...and I...I thought I knew Stephane...I guess my intuition is not as in tact as I thought it still was. I need to get back to my daughter. Will you come?"

"Most certainly Jo. You know I love spending time with her...and you."

"Does this mean I am forgiven for how I have treated you?" you asked with a frown.

"You know I cannot stay angry with you, and besides. I once again overreacted about your personal dealings. It is none of my concern."

"See, that's another thing. Why would Narcisse go to all that trouble with that drawing to push me away and still try to hurt you?"

"Because he knew you wanted to go to Lorien with me. Jo...I know I just said it is none of my concern, but I cannot help to be. As you said, you've know him merely a month, I have known him for centuries. He is very capable of doing what he feels is necessary to get what he wants."

"Even these things? Murder without just cause? I mean...after he just..."

You abruptly stopped yourself because you almost stupidly told Haldir that Narcisse kissed you...again.

"After he just??"

"The way he acted. So adamantly sincere of his innocence." you claimed in self rescue, which wasn't a lie. You really were having a hard time believing Stephane did it after his plausible defense, but you were still going to speak with him more whether he wanted to or not.

You and Haldir entered Lola's chambers and you rushed right to your cooing princess, scooping her up.

"My sweet girl, momma's here now. Lola, was she alright while I was gone?"

"Yes Josie. She has been sleeping and she also indulged in the healing waters of Mirkwood."

"Hmmm, I think I can tell. Someone is stinky. I am going to go change her and see if she is still hungry. Haldir, wait for me? We need to figure out what we are going to do now. There is no room for me and a baby in Lola's room with three other people....and well, you heard Narcisse about his wishes."

"I will be right here when you return."

You went into the small wash room and bathed Leean in the magical water.

It was so nice to have that there. It was always of a perfect temperature and filled with nourishment. Just as the lembas, it was also quite filling. It was one of the things you missed from Mirkwood, swimming in Thranduil's pool. You then thought of Legolas and prayed he was alright. But of all things in the world, Thranduil was what you missed the most. The hole in your heart was so heavy as you watched his little girl's moonstone eyes gaze up at you with such love while she ate. She soon dozed off and you took her back to her crib.

"That was rather fast." Haldir smiled and stood up to greet you like the gentleman he was.

"Yeah, I think she's still full from the water and I bathed her in it, so she is very relaxed right now. Can we go talk on the balcony?"

Haldir bowed his head and opened the doors for you, then closed them for privacy.

"I am going to go speak with Narcisse, if he's still around, or even will speak to me at all. If I cannot persuade him into allowing us to remain here, am I still welcome to come with you to Lothlorien?"

"Jo, you know that you are. You do not have to ask. EVEN if I were still angry, I would still protect you and take you with me. None of that makes me lo...care about you any less."

You caught his almost words and wondered if he remembered telling you he still loved you back in his delirious state. This sweet elf. You didn't deserve him and you certainly didn't know what you would do without him. Maybe...maybe you were meant to be with him after all...but only time would tell.

"You're much too kind to me Haldir. If...if Stephane agrees to let us stay...could...maybe..."

"Of course you and Leean are welcome to stay in my room, but...should we not just go anyways?"

"I..I don't know. I truly feel I need to find that damn book so we can destroy Jareth once and for all. I cannot keep living like this. I have no powers, well except for what just happened but I don't even know how it did..I just feel so helpless and I hate it. That is the old me, the me before I found Thranduil and he made me strong again, along with my father...whom is also gone again and not himself...and my newly found brother is out there somewhere doing god knows what...and then there's Legolas. I have hurt him deeply and have probably lost him...and before you ask again, I do not want to talk about it. I just want to go home Haldir, but...I can't face it...the pain it will bring. Thranduil will be in every corner. I'm...not ready....and Garrett...I.."

"Garrett? what does he have to do with any of this?"

The vampire had everything to do with it, but you couldn't tell Haldir why. He would flip out again if he knew you had feelings for him and you didn't need that right now.

"I..I just mean that if I go with you, I won't see him much because he won't go near Lorien."

"As if our boundaries would stop him from getting to you. It is no secret how the leech feels about you."

"I'm just a fucking mess Haldir...I don't want to be weak anymore, I want to be a fighter, a warrior like my King, not some fragile little girl who like right now, cries over every damn thing...I'm so sorry."

You put your hands over your face and cried.

"No, I am sorry. I should not have shamed him to you and as far as Legolas, well, I know how he feels too and he will never turn you away if you go back. Jo, your are far from fragile. You have put me in my place a time or two. Maybe your powers have returned after what just happened. Have you tried them?"

"No...I just don't feel them, just like I don't feel Thranduil." you sobbed even harder.

"That doesn't mean they aren't there. You certainly must remember how it was before you gained use of them. You had them all along, you just weren't ready, or looking deep enough for them."

What he said made you remember Amara's similar words. Maybe they were both right. Maybe you should try.

'Alright...I will try."

You closed your eyes and held your hand out, picturing a flame in it and hearing Garrett's words..."Focus. Will it. See an enemies face if it helps." You definitely pictured Raven in that moment, seeing her burn at the stake.

Your arm began to get hot, crawling like slow moving lava from your shoulder to your wrist and then into your fingers...and then your fingertips burst into flames.

You gasped and smiled so big. "Haldir look!! It..it worked!"

"You see?? Now...try something else."

You snapped your fingers and the flames ceased. You then stared at Haldir's hair.

"Umm Jo? What are you doing?'

"Shhh. Just hold still. Be quiet."

Haldir gulped and did as you told him.

The braid in the back of his head slowly lifted into the air and began to unravel. Haldir's widened blues side eyed his strands as they fell around his cheeks.

"YESSSSS!" you squealed and began jumping up and down, clapping like a crazy person.

"Jo, do you know how long it takes me to do that?" he scoffed.

"Oh don't be a big baby. Here, I'll redo it, Turn around."

"But you don't know how because you always make me braid yours."

"Yeah, and I learned from the best, now quit griping."

You stared at him for a moment, at how absolutely stunning he looked with his hair down. You had only ever seen him that way once, when you and he were intimate a very long time ago.

You took his silky strands and began your magic, piece by piece, crisscrossing them and then tied a single piece at the end to keep it in place.

"There...good as new."

Haldir frowned with a raised brow and darted to the mirror inside, glancing back at the braid no one had ever done but him.

'Not too shabby huh?' you grinned.

"Hmmph..yes, I suppose it will do." he said as he kept turning at different angles to see it.

"You're totally going to take it out and redo it when I leave, aren't you?"

He sighed and turned to face you. "No...I will leave it...ONLY because you did it...and well...it does actually look pretty good."

"AHA! I knew it! Alright. I'm going to go find Narcisse. You'll stay here with Lola and Leean?"

"Of course Jo. But if you are gone too long, I am coming to find you."

"Deal."

You spun around and rushed to the door, then stopped and spun around, running back to him, planting a huge kiss on his cheek as you jumped up into his arms.

"Thank you...for helping me." you sweetly told him as you held his face. "And...I am so glad you're not dead."

You then sprinted back to the door and left.

"Yeah umm, ME TOO!" he shouted and shook his head, then smiled.

Thranduil weakly paced about in his now locked room due to his outburst and defiance of Jareth and Harker. For three days, he had been tortured again while chained to the wall in the washroom. The only thing it accomplished was making him more bitter and desperate to escape.

He sat and gulped down some wine that he was now permitted to have, and contemplated on what he should do next. It was all quite complicated beings he did not have his twin swords or his ring, and his magic seemed to have no spark at all, for he had tried multiple times. It was Jareth's kingdom that was at fault. The evil it possessed and also the trauma he was suffering.

Thranduil's last resort was to keep trying to connect with Legolas, which had failed every time. He figured it to be because Legolas's mind was not open to him, for he believed him dead...so he needed to try even harder. It was the only hope he had left.

After a multitude of more botched attempts, Thranduil became enraged and distraught. Falling to his knees, he bellowed out one word.

"LEGOLAS!!!!"

Legolas was still in Mirkwood as he didn't feel right just leaving Ferin and his company to fend off the growing numbers of spiders in the forest for he had been gone long enough as it was, although he desperately wanted to go find Aragorn and Gimli to go see if there were any truth to what the Seelie Queen had told him. If his father was alive, this would change everything...and he would have to hold up his end of the deal with Amara for the information she provided, which made his skin crawl. But he knew if he deceived her, she could possibly harm you, for she was no one to cross and he would never allow that to happen. So, he would suffer, for you. Amara may have been beautiful on the outside in all of her many forms, but he has seen her true self before, which made the arachnids look like angels and he would rather plunge a knife through his heart than to ever touch her...and he knew that would be one of her demands as her King.

Another thing that had him on edge was that Tauriel never left when she agreed that she would the next morning. She demanded on staying and helping with the spider slaying so he let her only because they needed the aid and she was good at what she did.

And then there was you...always on his mind, every waking second and every dreaming moment.

Legolas took a moment to go visit his grandparent's graves and the memorial he had set up for his father. He spoke to all three for sometime, completely opening his heart and mind to them with the genuine love he felt.

He then heard Tauriel's shouting voice from afar.

"Legolas! The spiders have breeched the borders!!!"

He swiftly sped off when suddenly the wind was knocked right out of him by another voice....inside his head.

"Legolas!!"

"A....ADAR??"

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The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."

#lady dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #Salvatore Moreau x reader #moreau #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #angie and donna #donna beneviento #angie and donna beneviento x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years ago

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You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years ago

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I WOKE UP JUST IN TIME AAAAA

Can I request the tall boys (Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya + anyone else you think you wanna add or change (except maybe Childe because I love him)) reacting to you having animal-like features (like ears and tail)

What they would do if by some accident they themselves end up getting animal features (like fox ears and tail for Childe, cat ears and tail for Kaeya or Diluc, dragon features for Zhongli, etc) do they become clingy and display cat behavior of rubbing themselves on you? Something like that aaaa I'm so sorry if this doesn't make sense it's my first time requesting

experiments gone wrong

(eehe these men *cough* zhongli *cough* will be the death of me)

Warning -> sfw, fluff (kissing, character suddenly acquiring animal like features)

Character X GN Reader | anthology

Includes: Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli

As an alchemist, you really should have remembered the most important rule -> don’t leave unmarked bottles out where people can drink them …

So you couldn’t be too surprised by the turn of events that followed

Childe

He went to bed earlier than normal, but you didn’t think anything of it. Perhaps he had a terrible day and just wanted to sleep it off, there wasn’t any reason to pester him about it anyway.

The next morning, you felt him slip out of bed, a yawn falling from his mouth as he made his way toward the bathroom. Turning, you claimed more of the bed and attempted to sleep just a little bit longer. That was until you heard a wild cry and shot up in an instant. You were already partially out of the bed when Childe burst into the room.

He looked at you, you looked at him, and as your eyes drifted from his ears to his tail, you understood his reaction.

“WHAT?” He shouted into the bedroom.

Oh archons, to see him like this … you wished it was easier for you not to think about how adorable he was, but it was impossible. The soft ears that peeked from underneath his hair, the fluffy tail that didn’t know how to stop moving, and the frantic face he gave you were all just perfect

“What happened??” He asked, running back to the mirror before returning his attention to you. Quickly, you made your way to his aid and did your best to calm him.

“I’m not sure, did you do anything strange yesterday?” You pulled his face toward you, cupping your hands against his cheek and running your fingers through his hair.

“Not that I know of … uh, oh! I found this …” He reached for a small bottle on the bathroom counter and handed it to you. Shit.

“Did you drink this??”

“ … yes.”

“CHILDE!” You burst into laughter, knowing it wasn’t the right time but also unable to control yourself. His expression was distressed and worried and, as best as you could, you tried to bring yourself back to calm. “This wasn’t supposed to be consumed …”

“A-am I going to die?”

“No, you’re just going to be, well, this it seems.”

“How long??”

“I don’t know, a few days maybe.” He dropped his head into his hands, his ears drooped and his active tail dropped toward the ground. Wrapping him in your arms, you offered him reassurance while trying not to laugh. “You’re very cute though.”

You caught sight of his tail moving slowly back and forth and added more pressure to your hug.

He found that it wasn’t as bad as he thought, in addition to the extra features, he also was able to gain other advantages - his eyesight was much better in the dark, his sense of smell more keen, his agility top notch

You were sure he had grown attached to them in the short time he had them - so when the option came for him to revert, you were sure it would be a tough decision

Still - to keep him trapped like this, with features that weren’t his own - you didn’t want to be cruel

“Here,” You put the bottle down in front of him. His ears perking up at the item and his fingers reaching to grab it. “All you have to do is drink that and everything should go back to normal.” You said with a slightly wistful tone to your voice. It was somehow sad to think these adorable additions leave would be gone soon.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“I’m not sure. We will just try again if it doesn’t though.” Quickly, he took the cork from the lid and moved the vial to his lips. His ear twitched as he smelled the concoction. “I’ll miss this.” Resting your head in your hands you watched as he downed the liquid in one go.

“It’s hard for people to take me seriously like this …”

“Did people take you seriously before?” You joked, winking at him.

The next morning, he stirred in bed next to you, his hair brushing against your face and making you wake up before you wanted to. As your eyes adjusted, you instantly recognized what you thought was hair was actually ears and the giddiness of your heart jump-started you awake. It didn’t work -- oh no, guess you’d have to keep trying.

Kaeya

Waking up next to Kaeya was your favorite thing. It was an opportunity for you to be close to him, to witness his relaxed expression, and know that in these moments he trusted you over anyone else.

So, when you woke and found him pressed against you, your hands absentmindedly began to run through his hair, over his shoulders, as you meandered your way into the waking world. There was something soft that flicked against your hand, but you pushed it away. It happened again, confused, mouth turning into a scowl and eyes rudely being pried open, you looked down to see what was making you irritated.

You were wide awake when you saw the cat ears sticking out from Kaeya’s blue hair. They were richly shaded, deep blues with tips of white and perfectly placed on his head. Shifting, you tried to get a better view and the action made him stir.

“Mmm, stop moving.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady. Tapping his arm, you tried to get his attention.

“K-Kaeya …”

“What is it?”

“Do you feel okay?” You asked, your voice shaking and hands hovering over his ears.

“I feel perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He kissed your chest before nuzzling back into his place.

“You … you’ve got cat ears.”

He laughed and pushed your comment away. His legs moved under the sheets and you swore you saw something poke out from the bed. “You’re pulling my leg, I didn’t know you could be this funny so early in the morning.”

“I’m not, see.” Stealing his hand you placed it on his head and watched as his fingers ran over the ears which were sticking straight up. When his eyes shot open and his hand began to move faster, pulling, tugging, examining the feature, you tried not to laugh as his confused expression turned into a slight panic. He shot up, his legs moving so he could sit on the bed but winced when he did so. That’s when the both of you saw the tail.

“Hold on, let me get ready, just … don’t freak out.”

You rushed around the room to gather up your items, your gaze continuously falling on the incredibly still, unmoving frame that was Kaeya.

After calling on Albedo to come and offer assistance, only to find that the features would be around for a few days … Kaeya started to get more accustomed to them

He was for sure rattled but bounced back rather quickly - in fact, the features seemed to get him even more attention than he had before and he found that the added bonuses were helpful when he needed them for his knightly tasks

Not to mention it seemed he was more affectionate than normal, and not in the way he normally was, it was more in a … cuddly, interested, curious manner

One evening, you found yourself reading over several books that Albedo had recommended and became rudely distracted when Kaeya pushed his way under your arms and nestled into your lap

“Hey there.” You called down to him, hand dropping to his shoulder as he nuzzled against you.

“Give me attention.”

You laughed at his pouting expression, his lips turned downward and ears twisting to show he could be trusted. “I’m currently trying to figure out how to fix this, I can’t do that if I’m giving you all my attention.” His eye squinted for just a moment before he moved more into your lap and nearly pushed the book in your hands onto the floor. “Kaeya!” The playful laughter that filled his ears was as tantalizing as the drinks he let touch his lips.

“You can figure that out later. How can you possibly resist me right now anyway?” He asked, pushing against you until your back pressed into the couch and his hands weaved their way around your body. His hair tickled your face as he nuzzled into your chest and, even though his hips dug into yours, you didn’t seem to mind the closeness he was trying to find.

“Okay. Fine, I’ll look into it more later.”

“What excellent news.” He practically purred as he slid his way to your neck and let his body rest against you.

Zhongli

It’s been so long since he saw himself with such features - and, to be honest, he didn’t notice them for some time. It wasn’t until you returned and the items in your hands fell to the floor upon seeing him that his attention was captured

“Zh - Zhongli!?” You babbled, making your way to him and not knowing what to rest your eyes on first. Was it the pair of elegantly shaped horns that sprouted between his brown locks of hair? Was it the golden slits in his eyes that reminded you of the reptiles roaming around the rocky paths of Liyue? Or did you look at the scales that decorated his face in such perfect placement?

“Has something transpired?” His expression was one of concern, but also one of disillusionment. Did - did he not notice?

“Are you feeling nostalgic today?”

“Not particularly, what makes you ask?”

“Well … you look kinda like … I mean hold on.” You quickly disappeared down the hallway before returning with a small handheld mirror, one that Zhongli had purchased for you some time ago. Handing it to him, you waited until it started to register on his face the changes to his appearance, and that’s when you noticed the long claws which jutted out from his nail beds.

“Huh, this is peculiar …”

Sitting down across from him, you placed your hands on the table and watched as he examined the reflection of his face. “So you didn’t do this?”

“I must say that I did not, though It is rather pleasant to see …” His voice trailed off and you watched as he fussed with his hair, touched the horns on his head, and opened his mouth to check and see if - yup, he had canines much like a dragon too. That’s when it hit you.

“Did you … drink anything strange?”

The mirror found its place upside down on the table, his glowing eyes shifted to you as he took in your question. You let him think and finally, he gave you his answer. “I do recall there was a strange vial on the counter when I awoke. Ah - my dear, are you unwell?” He asked as your head dropped onto the table.

The strangest thing about Zhongli holding these features was that he seemed … perfect for them and it was becoming quite the problem to hide

You were much too cautious that someone may discover who he really was with these pretty telling additions to his wardrobe, so you asked him to stay home for a while until you could get some answers

He didn’t seem to mind, and when you were finally able to gather up all the items needed to prepare an antidote for his condition, you were finding it very distracting to make the concoction at home

The bubbling liquid warned you it was much too hot and so, with adept fingers, you turned the nobs and burners down so as to not overheat or scald the liquid inside. The aroma that filled your nose was … unpleasant to say the least, and so you finally succumbed to the need to wrap your nose in a clean cloth.

Turning your back to the equipment, you made your way toward the drawer where the rags were kept but when your eyes caught sight of Zhongli standing by the window, you nearly fainted.

He was wearing a robe, the material had slid down one of his arms and rested in the crook of his elbow. It gave you pause and allowed you to see the toned torso which was normally hidden by the layers of clothing he wore on a regular day.

Since he found no need to properly get dressed, he had reserved himself to lounge about in clothes that felt ‘more suitable’ to him, as he explained.

The light from the sun flashed across his chest, laid softly against his face, and illuminated the golden speckles in his hair - you wondered if it was because of the horns, perhaps they were reflecting the light and making him look ethereal in the warmth of the sun. He crossed his arms and shifted his weight as he looked beyond the window, almost as if he was yearning for something far beyond his reach.

“I think I’m nearly done.” You explain, tying the towel around your face and returning, reluctantly, to the concoction behind you.

As you began to spoon out the unnecessary ingredients until you were only left with the pure grade potion, you didn’t notice how he had moved to your side until the small vial was filled.

“Here you -- oh!.” He stood right in front of you. His eyes were dangerous, burning, focused. “I didn’t see … you …” He reached around to the back of your head and skillfully undid the makeshift mask you had created moments ago. When it was off, he took the vial in his hands and placed it onto the counter before returning his attention to you. “Are you … okay?” You asked, tracking the movements of his face as he leaned down toward you.

His lips hovered barely over yours and the closeness of him made your heart flutter. “You are mine, are you not?” His voice rattled your bones from the intensity, it was oppressive and supportive all at the same time.

“Y-yes?”

His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, “You belong to no one else?”

“No …”

“Good.”

It’s a good thing the instructions never said anything about, ‘consume immediately’ because you were very distracted for some time.

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 3 years ago

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ABERRATION BOYS BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!

A/N: Hello my nerds, today is my Birthday! So to celebrate my unfortunate birth, I'm doing a special scenario post for my Ab!Boys!

What do the boys from Aberration get you for your birthday?! (GN!Reader!)

These are NOT cannon to the storline.

Warnings: VERY DARK CONTENT. Yandere Headcannons ahead. Mentions of skinning, non-con cum-eating and video recording, stalking, murder, mutilation, manipulation, etc. If you are uncomfortable with these types of things, DO NOT READ. Proceed with caution, as I do not feel bad if you choose to do so while being warned.

MINORS DNI

~~~

Tokoyami

You're seated on the bed, staring at your simple but beautiful ankle bracelet Tokoyami bought for you. Smiling, you fiddle with the gems, entranced by the sparkle that reflects off them.

"Starlight?"

Your head snaps up to see your boyfriend sticking his head through the door way. A love-sick smile grows on your face. "Fumi, you're back!"

He chuckles before slipping through the door way and sits down on the bed, hands behind his back. "Do you remember what today is?" Your face scrunches up in thought before shaking your head. He sighs warmly at the cute look on your face. "Today's your birthday, my starlight. And I got you something."

Tokoyami moves his hands from behing him and your eyes light up upon seeing the book he hands you. "Fumi, thank you! It's beautiful." Your hand traces over the cover, following the lines of the ornate designs. "It looks so familiar..." you mumble.

Tokoyami swallows the lump in his throat. "It's one of a kind, love. Would you like me to read it to you?" He tries to steer the conversation away from your feeling of familiarity, not wantinf you to realize it's one of your old books from before he took you.

You nod excitedly and climb into his lap. His arms circle around you and hold you tight, as his thumb grazes over your anklet, eyes boring into the gems that track your every movement.

Kirishima-

"Happy Birthday to my Pebble~ Happy Birthday to my Pebble~"

You glare at the redhead smiling and dancing in front of you as you tug at your restraints. A low huff leaves your lips. "Can you stop? I don't want you celebrating my birthday."

Kirishima stops dancing and gives you a puppy-dog stare. "But why? It's the day my beautiful wife was born! It should be a day to rejoice!"

"Kirishima, I'm not your wife! I'm nor your girlfriend! I'm not anything to you!" You sit up in the bed you were restrained to, only able to move so far forward. "You drugged me, kidnapped me and are currently holding me against my will."

Kirishima watches with a mixture of sadness and anger at your defiant attitude. He hates it when you struggle. He doesn't understand why you're so reluctant to be here! With him! Your husband! That's when he remembers your gift.

"Oh! This is a perfect time to give you your birthday present!"

He drops to his knees and crawls under the bed. You hear rummeging underneath you and your terror spikes. You knew what he kept under the bed, so this couldn't be good. As he comes back up, he's holding a pair of black leather cuffs.

"Surprise! I got you new cuffs!" He climbes onto the bed and straddles you. "These are so cool because instead of being just normal cuffs, they have these two little metal rivets that will shock you whenever I want!"

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to scream. Kirishima is quick, however. He grabs your face with his hand, hardening it so your scream is muffled. His face geta closer to yours, that sickening grin never leaving.

"Baby, you don't like it? Do you want something else? Don't worry! I have another gift in mind. How about a fresh, bloodied heart that was ripped out of the chest of that mean boss of yours?"

Hawks

"You see this right here?" Your cowroker holds her hand out, showing you and your fellow employees her brand new diamond ring. "He finally proposed! It was about time. It took him awhile to get an ACTUAL ring worthy of me, though. But it's so expensive and beautiful, EEP!"

Keigo watches as you roll your eyes for the thousandth time. He could tell you were getting annoyed, and I mean, who wouldn't? Your coworker has always been a complete bitch to everyone, a lot directed at you.

"Oof, it just sucks that Y/N can't seem to find someone. That's probably the only way they'll be able to look a little less," she looks you up and down. "Er, homeless."

Keigo watches from his perch as you flip her off snd walk away. His hands clench tightly into fists, desperately wanting to knock a bitch out. That's when it hit him. It was your birthday today! And now he knew just what he wanted to gift you.

~~~

"Bye guys, and thank you!"

You wave to your friends after they drop you off at home. They had taken you out for dinner for your birthday and you bad fun. Definitely something you needed after the crappy morning you had.

As you walk up to your door, you notice a small package waiting for you outside. You smile, wondering of it was your long distance partner sending you a birthday gift. You carefully open the package, but once you see the contents, a scream is ripped out of your throat and you stumble away from the box.

Inside, what a severed finger with an absolutely beautiful diamond ring still on it. You failed to notice a small blood-covered note flitter to the floor.

'Happy Birthday, babybird. I hope you like it.'

Tamaki

Tamaki stares at you from behind a tree. He's been following you for a few hours now, just basking in all your wonderful glory. He stares at you with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, wishing he could actually get up the nerve to speak to you.

Finally you're off of work and headed home. He really hates seeing you talk to all those really pretty people. What if you were to get a partner?! That wasn't him?! He whimpers at the thought, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Y/N!"

The sound of your name snaps him out of his thoughts. He watches as your friend, whom he deemed not-a-threat yet, skip up to you.

"Are you doing anything for your birthday tomorrow?"

Tamaki's face turns pale. Your birthday! How could he forget the most important day of his life?! The day his precious bunny was born. You would be so disappointed in him. He reluctantly scrambles away from his hiding spot and runs home to get your gift.

~~~

"Oh?"

You stand in your doorway, a package sitting on your front steps. You tilt your head in curiosity and pick it up. Opening it up, you find the most adorable stuffed bunny you've ever seen. And a note.

"Y/N, Happy Birthday! I hope you like this bunny, I thought if you when I saw it. Love, your secret admirer."

You squeal slightly and hug the soft fluff, thinking this was from your flirty coworker. You bring it up to your room and sit it on your bed next to your other stuffies.

Tamaki stares at the screen on his phone, his face bright red at the hug you gave the stuffed bunny. It actually felt like you were hugging him! His happiness was through the roof. He knew you would love it!

But his attention now is back on you as he watches you slowly take your clothes off, one by one, to get ready for bed. His tongue practically falls out of his mouth, watching your bare back closely.

One day, he swears he won't have to watch through the camera.

Overhaul

Chronos watches you closely over the top of his book. You glare at him with tears in your eyes while huddled up in the furthest corner of your human sized cage. Hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you turn your gaze away with a sniffle.

"You know the boss wouldn't want you to cry on your birthday."

You roll your eyes and grip you legs tighter. "I doubt someone who keeps a human in a cage really cares about when they want to cry." You sigh. "Besides, he probably doesn't even give a shit if it's my birthday. I don't even give a shit, at this point."

"Of course I care."

The hair on your body stands up on end as the voice of your captor appears. Fear shoots through you upon seeing his masked face. In one hand he has a gift bag, the other stuffed in his pocket.

"Why wouldn't I care about my pet's birthday?"

He squats to unlock the cage and gestures you over with his finger. You swallow the lump in your throat and crawl out to him, knowing the consequences if you don't follow his rules. He sits down in his chair and pats the side of his thigh for you to kneel next to him.

He opens the gift bag and pulls out a dog collar. A part of you wanted to gag at the thought of being collard to this maniac. But another part of you couldn't help but think how absolutely gorgeous and expensive this collar looked.

"Oh, it's beautiful... Master." You wanted to slap yourself for calling him that, but you had no choice. The last thing you want is to be punished.

Kai hums with approval at your words before buckling the collar around your neck. He finsihes it off with a small padlock to the back, so no one can remove it except for him. A gloves finger grazes over your neck in admiration before looking over to Chronos.

"Prep them for a routone cleaning."

The calmed state you were in was once more replaced by terror. "No, please Master! I've been good, I promise! Please dont do this!" You scramble backwards, away from the two masked men. But Kai was quick and hooked his fingers under your collar, dragging yoi back to him.

"You know this is a must, pet. I need to make sure every inch of you is cleansed before I send any more time with you." He taps the side of your collar with his free hand. "And there is no use attempting to run away. This will forever track any movement you make from here on out."

Kai throws your body over to Chronos, who throws your struggling self over his shoulder.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday, my pet."

Shoto

"Darling~"

You stir in your bed, hearing your boyfriend's voice.

"Darling, wake up~"

Eyes open to see a blurry red and white haired man softly smiling down at you. You stretch your body out and yawn with a cute smile.

"Mmmm Sho, good morning~"

Shoto sighs softly, admiring your beautiful features. "Guess what day it is today. It's a very special day."

You tolt your head, trying to remember the exact date but you are the sure. It's been while since time actually mattered.

"It's your birthday, darling! Happy Birthday! I've got something fun planned for you~"

You sit up, your chains rattling against the bed frame. "You do? I'm so excited! What is it?"

Shoto holds up his black card. "We're going shopping. I'll be getting whatever your heart desires."

Your eyes widen. "Wait, does that mean I actually get to go out? Really?!"

Shoto's smile falters before returning to a softened look. Slight guilt flashes in his eyes. "Darling, you know I can't let you go outside. It's not safe. No, we're doing online shopping~" Shoto grabs his phone and crawls behind you, sitting you in his lap. "Here lets look through some sights and get you some cute stuff."

"I want my darling to have everything they want, so they don't want to leave~"

Dabi

"Mouse."

You stay huddled up in the corner of the room, knees to your chest, not even daring to look at him. Dabi frowns at your defiant behavior. He knows he took you without your permission, but that was so long ago. Shouldn't you have been broken in by now?

"Little Mouse."

You continue to rock back and fourth on the floor, chains clanking together. Dabi sighs, annoyance starting to eat at him. He walks over to you and grabs yoi by the throat, lifting you up.

"You are to respond when I'm speaking to you. Understand?" You let out a little squeak and quickly nod your head with widened eyes. He sits you down on the bed and gives you a lazy smile. "That's better. Now, I have something for you."

He opens the closet door to bring out a box. He places it in front of you. "Happy Birthday, my little mouse."

"Oh, yeah. That's today." You mumble quietly. Kmowing Dabi, this gift was going to have some sort of catch but curiosity got the better of you. But curiosity turned into regret immediately as you throw the lid and scream.

Inside the box were a pair of boots. But they weren't jusf any pair of boots, they were handmade. It was human skin staples together, making them look just like Dabi himself.

"What, does my little mouse not like them?" He smirks before climbing on the bed. He grabs your legs and pulls you down towards him with a manic look on his face.

"That's fine. How about I burn my name into you instead?"

Bakugo

"KATSUKI!"

You jolt up in bed, suddenly awakened by a nightmare. Looking next to you, you see your boyfriend's side of the bed empty. A whimper escapes your lips as yoi trt to calm your racing heart.

"Angel?!" The door to the bedroom slams open, Bakugo's quirk popping in his hands and waiting to attack whomever touched his precious angel. He looks around frantically but notices nothing except your heavy breathing and sweat covered body. "Are you alright? What happened?"

You motion towards him with a sniffle and grabby hands. "I had a dream that you locked me back up in the basement again for days, without you." He comes sits next to you on the bed and pushes the hair out of your sweat covered face. "It was dark and silent and terrifying. Please don't do that again! I would miss you! I've been good, I promise!"

Bakugo sighs and pulls you into a hug. "I know, Angel. You've been doing so well, I'm so proud of you." He plants a kiss on your head as you relax into his arms. "I have a surprise for you actually. Stay right here."

You nod your head, watching him leave the room for a moment, your ankle tugging on the chain that attached you to the bed. I mean, it's not like you would get very far. Bakugo comes back in with a plate of cake and a candle.

"Happy Birthday, my beautiful angel."

Your eyes light up as he sets the piece of cake in front of you. You blow out the candle and take a bite, savoring the taste. "Kats, this is so good! The cake is so fluffy and the frosting is creamy and sweet. Thank you!"

Bakugo watches you with a lovesick grin on his face. He goes to adjust the tightness in his pants as he watches you devour his specially made cake without hesitation.

Denki

"Yeah, it's been super weird. I've been finding these little pieces of jewelry on my bed almost every night the past week."

You continue cleaning the counter as you explain to your cowroker the weird things that have been happening to you. She gives you a strange look.

"Are you sure you haven't misplaced your jewelry on your bed and just forgot?"

You turn your head to give her a dumbfounded look. "Uh, yeah. I think I would remember putting jewelry I've nevee seen before on my bed at the same time every night."

"Well, I don't know! It's just so weird. I don't have any other rational explanation." She suddenly gasps. "What if you have a stalker?!"

"Shh, don't say things like that." You hiss at her but a part of you is wondering if that might be true.

After your shift ends, you wave goodbye and begin your journey home. Unbeknownst to you, an energetic blonde watches as you walk home, excited for you to see your final birthday gift.

Once you step through the door of your house, something feels off. Having a weird feeling, you immediately but slowly make your way to your bedroom and turn on the lights. That's when you see a small but long white box placed on your bed, this time with a note. You carefully open the box to reveal a gorgeous necklace with a small black and yellow lightning bolt charm. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you reluctantly open up the note, hoping to finally uncover some answers.

"Happy Birthday, my dear. You can call me Kaminari. And soon, you will be all mine."

Midoriya

*Click*

You turn around upon hearing the closing of a camera shutter but see nothing. Thinking it's all in your head, you shrug and continue to walk to your parents for your birthday dinner.

"Shit, that was too close." Midoriya mumbles under his breath as he hides in a set of bushes just beyond your vision. He scrolls through his camera roll, looking through every single shot to make sure he's got what he needs.

"These aee perfect! Oh they're going to love it!" He checks to make sure you're long gone before he scrambles out of his hiding spot and runs home to make your gift.

~~~

You unlock the door to your house and step inside with a sigh. As much as you love your birthday and seeing your family, sometimes they can be a little much. Now it's time for you to sit back and relax. You change into your pajamas and turn on your comfort movie with a drink in hand, when suddenly your doorbell rings.

"Who the hell is here at 10 at night?"

You carefully peek through the peep hole in your door, not seeing anyone. Slowly, you open the door and look down to see a neatly wrapped gift. You know you probably shouldn't take a strange gift off of your doorstep, but curiosity gets the better of you.

Taking it back to your livingroom, you open it to reveal a scrapbook. Anxiety raises through your body as you open the first page. Eyes widen in horror the further you flip through, non-consentual pictures taken of you and your family litter the pages. Not only are there ones from being out in public, but private, intimate moments that no one should have seen. But the moment you found a lock of your hair glued to one of the pages was the moment you called the police.

Shinso

Shinso squats infront of you as you stare at him with dead eyes.

"Kitten, I have a surprise for you today."

You shake your head, mumbling. "I don't want it."

Shinso caresses your cheek with his hand before giving it a quick slap. You try ti3 jerk your head away but he grips your cheeks, squishing them together. "Stop being a brat, you don't even know what it is yet. Now, stand up."

You don't even get a chance to stand up yourself as Shinso hauls you up by your face. "I'm taking you out for your birthday."

Your eyea widen in fear and you shake your head. "N-No, please. I'd rather stay here. L-Let's do something together here. Please."

Shinso clicks his tongue. "Come now, kitten. I'm letting you go outside. We don't do this very often, it's a special treat. Is it not?"

You shake your head. "Please, no, everytime you take me out you-"

You go silent, mind fogged over and once again, under his control. There are moments when he mind-controls you to where you don't remember anything the morning after and those moments are awful. But when he feels like being extra cruel? He finally takes you outside, taking you out to eat, to see a movie, to go shopping. You're under his control the entire time but you remember everything. You are right there, fully aware of whats happening around you but can't do anything to ask for help, to save yourself. And it's terrifying

A tear rolls down your cheek as you follow him out the front door, his hand in yours. He smirks, knowing you could never leave him.

"Happy Birthday, Kitten."

#yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #aberration hcs #aberration #bakuhoes-dumbass

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itsdanii · 4 years ago

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Hello. I loved the rejecting then regretting it scenario with Sakusa and Tsukki. 💞💞 Would you be open to doing one with Inarizaki boys as well? If it's too much, Atsumu would do because I think he is the one most likely to have this happen. Angst to fluff, please. 👉👈 Thank you!

Rejecting you and Regretting it pt. 2

a/n: hey, bub. as much as i wanted to input all inarizaki boys, i only take 1-2 characters per request. the reason for this is for me to avoid being repetitive with the scenes. i hope you understand. that being said, here's your request for the part 2 with atsumu. this was supposed to be short but i kind of got carried away with this, 'm sorry😭

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: cursing, rude behavior (resolved), please do remind me if i missed anything else

ft. atsumu miya

Atsumu Miya

You met Atsumu during your first year

It was exactly the first day when you bumped into him on the hallways and ended up being in the same class

From there on, the both of you formed a good friendship since you have the same tastes in things

Along the way, you managed to fall for him

It wasn't impossible to fall for him after all

He was fun to be with, that it felt as if there were no dull moments when you're with him

But you were afraid of confessing to him because you didn't want to ruin your friendship

However, that all changed when somebody entered the picture

"Another one?" you asked Atsumu as he sat on your usual table at the school's cafeteria.

Looking at the two boxes of chocolates given to him by a fangirl, Atsumu nodded. "Mhmm. They just keep on coming every single day."

You can't help but laugh at what he said. You took one of the boxes and stared at the familiar name written on it. "Yuki again? Isn't she that girl from the other section? The one who kept on giving you stuff every day?" you asked and the smile you had awhile ago completely disappeared from your face.

"The one and only. She's kind of cute though," he said as if it wasn't a big deal.

Maybe for him, it wasn't, but it's a different case for you. You were aware of what you're getting into the moment you realized that you have feelings for Atsumu. At first, his fangirls didn't bother you since you knew that he doesn't really pay attention to them but hearing what Atsumu said just now sparked a feeling of jealousy inside of you.

You knew that what you're feeling right now is selfish. He isn't your boyfriend. Sure, you might've been in love with him for 2 years now but that doesn't mean that you have the right to tell him who he should and shouldn't date, right? After all, you're just his friend.

In fact, you've thought of confessing several times already but fear always overtook you. Afraid of ruining the bond the two of you have, you disregarded the idea and settled on keeping your feelings a secret.

But that might change today. Seeing Atsumu smiling at the chocolates right now made you think that if you don't do something about it now, you might just lose him to another girl.

And you'd rather lose him by getting rejected than lose him to another girl, knowing that you didn't do something.

"You think she's cute?"

Atsumu nodded as he swallowed the whole onigiri Osamu packed for him. "Mhmm. Kind of my type actually."

You tilted your head a bit to the side and rested your cheek on your palm with your elbows placed on top of the table. "So cute girls are your type of girls... What about me, 'Tsumu? Do you think I'm cute?"

Atsumu placed his chopsticks down and stared at you intently, a small grin now forming on his lips. "Of course."

"Cute enough to be your type?"

You knew that you were playing a dangerous game but it was now or never. This time you wouldn't let fear win over you, now that Atsumu mentioned that his attention was caught by someone.

You know Yuki. She's pretty and kind of popular for being a member of the cheerleading team, and the more you thought about it, the more your confidence wavered.

A volleyball player and a cheerleader? What a good match.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Atsumu laughing. "What are ya saying, y/n? Did ya hit yer head or something?"

Crossing your arms over your chest to fake confidence, you frowned at him. "Just answer the question, Miya."

"Of course yer cute but to be my type?" He shook his head and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, angel, but I don't date my friends, let alone someone whom I consider my best friend."

You took a deep breath before finally letting the words out. Your heart was beating erratically as cold sweat started forming on your nape out of nervousness.

"I like you, Atsumu. I tried to hold myself back because I didn't want to ruin our friendship but hearing you talk about how someone finally managed to catch your attention just..." You sighed and looked down at your lap. "I don't think I can hide it anymore knowing that I could lose you anytime."

Silence enveloped the two of you and the anticipation made you more anxious than you already was.

"Was this yer plan all along?"

You turned your gaze towards him upon hearing his words. "What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about.."

You felt yourself freeze when Atsumu chuckled before answering. "Ya really think I'd fall for the same trick? C'mon y/n. I'm not as stupid as what people say."

"I don't understand-"

"Did'ya think that two years of friendship will let ya accomplish yer goal? I didn't expect ya to be like the other girls. Ya don't like me. Ya just like the idea of dating me for my popularity."

Your lips parted at his words. You wanted to reason out and defend yourself but the way he was looking at you made you almost cower in fear.

He's looking at you the way he looks at his fangirls when they shout during his services.

"Tsumu, that's not true. I really like you." You gave him a pleading look, hoping that he'd see your sincerity but he only glared at you.

"Pathetic. Get out of my sight," he said without any sympathy.

"You could've just rejected me like a normal person would, instead of insulting me." You wiped your tears with the back of your hand as you stood up but before you left, you looked at him straight in the eyes once more. "You know what? Out of the two of us, I'm not the one who's pathetic. It's you. Goodluck on your game tomorrow, Atsumu."

You walked away without turning back, knowing that once you spared him another glance, you'd go back and fight for your feelings.

But what's the point of fighting when you're the only one who's willing to fight?

A week later, you were back to your usual attitude or at least that's what you wanted yourself to believe. At least you're trying, right?

There were times that your eyes would drift towards Atsumu's direction but you kept on reminding yourself that you won't be able to move on unless you really put effort on throwing away your feelings.

When classes ended, you were left alone in your classroom due to cleaning duties. While you were sweeping the part near the door, you managed to catch Atsumu's back and saw that he was talking to someone - it was Yuki.

You stared at his back longingly and let out a sigh because you knew that despite how much you're trying to disregard your feelings, you miss the feeling of being beside him.

You missed his voice, his goofiness, everything.

"Bestfriends, huh?" you whispered to yourself and chuckled at how pathetic you must've been, pining over someone you knew who'd never look at you.

After doing your cleaning duties, you exit the room and decided to walk on the opposite direction since Atsumu and Yuki were still talking on the direction where the exit was supposed to be.

Who would want to hear their crush talking to their girlfriend anyway? Certainly not you.

The only downside of going in the direction you chose was that you weren't familiar with it. Even though you've been studying here for three years now, there were still places you weren't familiar of.

It was now getting dark and you brought out your phone to use the flashlight. You noticed that you're already out of the building, however, the surroundings weren't familiar to you.

You decided to continue walking, realizing that you somehow made it to the back of the school. Trees surrounded you and only a few lights were there to guide your way.

"Shit," you whispered to yourself as you realized that you were getting nowhere.

You decided to go back to the direction you came from but you only seemed to confuse yourself even more. Tears were now starting to well up in your eyes as you nervously tried to find your way back.

You sqealed as something rustled behind you. You immediately ran out of panic and fumbled with your phone, dialing the first number you could click.

"Y/n?"

It's him.

"'Tsumu, I-" you paused for a moment to catch your breath and sat down on the ground, your back resting against a tree. "Help me."

You hear some shouting and some wooshing sounds from the other side of the phone before Atsumu's voice filled your ears. "Where are you, angel?" he asked with concern lacing his voice.

"I don't know. I was just looking for the exit and the next thing I know I'm surrounded with trees and there's this sound of rustling so I ran away," you said without pausing. "Tsumu, I'm scared."

"I'll go find ya, okay? But first calm down. Can ya do that for me? Just breathe and tell me the directions ya can remember."

After explaining all the things you could remember, Atsumu didn't drop the call. Instead, he stayed on the line and comforted you with his words.

It wasn't long then when Atsumu appeared on your line of vision and the first thing you did was wrap your arms around him. You were quickly enveloped in his warmth as he rubbed your back soothingly.

"It's okay now, y/n. I'm here," he whispered as he kept on rubbing your back.

After having a few moments to calm you down, Atsumu instructed you to climb on his back. You wanted to decline but due to how tired your legs felt because of running, you had no choice but to agree.

"I'm sorry for calling you. You must've been busy," you mumbled while resting your head on his shoulder.

"I was actually still around school when ya called. I saw ya cleaning and decided to wait for ya but Yuki wanted to talk to me. The next moment I know, ya were gone but I still waited because I knew that if ya went home already, you would've passed by but ya didn't," Atsumu explained, his grip on your thighs tightening as he spoke.

"I guess Yuki and you are now-"

"I spoke to her to tell her to stop giving me random stuff." Atsumu licked his lips nervously before continuing, "When you left, I realized how much I messed up. I spouted some offensive words to ya and rejected ya without thinking of the consequences."

"Tsumu..."

"Let me finish, okay? This is the only chance I'm getting and there's no way I'm going to waste it. I already wasted a lot of time."

You gave a small nod as the memories of what happened all came flooding back to you. You fisted your hands and bit your lower lip to stop yourself from crying.

"I was scared. Ya were the only one who was genuine to me. Everytime I'm around you, I'm just me. I'm just Atsumu. Not the setter of the volleyball team nor the noisy twin of 'Samu," he said, followed be a chuckle.

"I was used to girl fawning over me. I have this mentality that girls are just after my reputation and when ya confessed to me, the first thing that entered my mind was that you were the same as them, that you were only going to use me. In the end, I didn't only lost my bestfriend but also the person I love. I'm sorry for hurting for you, angel."

Atsumu placed you down once you both made it infront of the school gate. He was looking you intensely and you didn't fail to notice that his eyes were glossed with tears as well. "I like you, and if this time, ya realized that yer feelings for me are no longer there, I'd respect it."

He took your hands in his and squeezed them tightly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to let you know that he was afraid to let you go.

"It's always been here. My feelings for you never faded despite how much I wanted them to disappear," you said as you stared at him lovingly, tears of happiness now flowing freely down your cheeks. "I still like you, 'Tsumu."

"Fuck. You don't know how much hearing ya say that makes me happy right now." Atsumu let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you. His scent filled your nose and you couldn't stop yourself from burrying your face to the side of his neck.

"I love ya."

"And I love you too, 'Tsumu."

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angstysebfan · 3 years ago

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The Past Can Break You - 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: Smut 18+ only please

When Bucky made it up to your shared room he slowly and silently opened the door. You were sitting on your bed, your back facing the door, but he could tell you were crying by the shaking of your shoulders. It broke his heart to see you so upset.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to sit next to you. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you into his embrace. You then openly sobbed into his chest. Bucky caressed your back and kissed you on the head, allowing you to cry.

When you started to calm down you sighed deeply, sniffed, and said, “Are you going to break up with me now?”

Bucky’s heart completely broke. He put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “No, baby. Of course not. I love you. I love you so much! Why would you think that?” He asks.

“Because before we started dating you told me about Dot and how much she meant to you. You were going to propose when you got home from the war. Well here is your chance to live the life you wanted with the girl you wanted,” you say as tears again start to leak from your eyes.

“Baby, I’m not the same man I was then. Yes, I still have love for Dot, but I’m so madly in love with you. I promise,” he said, kissing your forehead, nose, and then lips.

“I’m going to help Dot become acclimated to the world now, and help her settle. But I promise I will always be here for you, ok?” He asks.

You nod, feeling slightly better. “I love you,” you say.

“I love you too. I’ve gotta get down to the lab. I promised Dot I would be down there with her. But I won’t be long,” he says before kissing you again and then leaving.

You sit and wait for him, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. But after 4 hours you give up on him and go to sleep. You hope that he will keep his word on still loving you. You don’t want to lose him. You love him too much.

- -

1 month later

Over the last several weeks, you’ve only seen Bucky’s about a handful of times. He’s always off with Dot, helping her learn the ways of today, and helping her deal with her “trauma”. Every time he tries to give you a little time she always calls for him saying how upset she is or that she’s about to have a panic attack. You try and be understanding but at the same time it’s really starting to annoy you.

One of the worst things is that he barely even sleeps with you anymore. This morning you woke up to an empty bed, yet again, and head downstairs for breakfast. When you got down to the common room you heard the sound of Dot’s giggles and saw her sitting on the couch with Bucky, her feet on his lap. At that point you lost your appetite, so you went up to the roof instead.

After an hour you hear the door to the roof open as you’re staring off into the distance. You feel arms wrapped around your waist as a stubble chin rest on your shoulder. You decide to ignore him and continue staring off into the distance and several thoughts past of your mind.

“Was looking for you,” Bucky said as he kissed your shoulder. “Why you up here all alone?”

You sigh, “well I’m used to being alone a lot these days. And I guess I didn’t feel like sitting there watching you and Dot flirt in the common room,“ you say annoyed.

You hear him sigh behind you as he puts his forehead on your shoulder. “I know, and I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around much. I’m just trying to do my best to help her,” He said.

“I promise I’ll try and do better at managing my time so that I can spend more time with my girl,“ he says as he kisses the back of your head and trails kisses all the way down to your neck.

He turns you around in his arms and rests his forehead on yours. Before you know it you are both swaying to no music, until Bucky starts singing your song. You wrap your arms around his neck as you both slow dance to your song as Bucky sings. When he finishes you kiss him passionately.

“Tonight we will have date night. No Dot, no interruptions, just you, me, and that new lingerie you bought a few weeks ago,” he says as he continues to sway you.

You smile widely at the thought of spending a night alone with your boyfriend. “Oh Bucky, that sounds amazing! I’ve missed you so much, and I get what your doing, but it’s hard,” you say.

“I know. I’ve been neglecting you and it ends now. You are my priority, not Dot. And I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Tonight,” he says.

You kiss him in reply.

- -

Later that night, after dinner and another bout of dancing, you come out of the bathroom with your new lingerie set. You stand in the doorway staring at your half naked boyfriend. Bucky’s eyes darken with lust as he starts to stalk towards you like a lion about to pounce.

“You look good enough to eat, baby,” he says huskily. He then pulls you into his arms with a searing kiss.

He leads you to the bed and throws you on it, before jumping on top, connecting your lips again. His hand travels down to your core and he moves your panties to the side, putting pressure on your clit. He starts rubbing at an intensely fast pace, making you lose your breath. Very quickly he pulls your first orgasm from you.

Before you come back to earth you feel your new panties being ripped from you, as well as the bra. Bucky loved to rip your underwear all the time. He kissed his way down your stomach to your wet core and dove in. Your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You moaned as your hand pulled his hair.

He then stuck two metal fingers into you and started pumping. You knew it wouldn’t be long now. You couldn’t stand the amazing sensation of his fingers and tongue. You started to feel the build up of pressure in your belly.

“Bucky! I’m going to cum,” you cry as you again orgasm on his face.

After a moment Bucky kisses his way back up your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, which makes you wetter, if that’s possible. “You are the best thing I have ever tasted, Doll. Truly exquisite,” he says.

He then pulls off his pants and boxers before lining up with you. He slowly starts to push in, which feels amazing. After a moment he completely bottoms out in you. He kissed you, and just as he is about to thrust, you are both interrupted by FRIDAY.

“Sergeant Barnes, Ms. Jones is requesting to see you sir,” she says.

Bucky groans into your neck, “Tell her I’m busy and we’ll talk in the morning,” he says.

“I’m sorry sir, but she appears to be having a panic attack and having trouble breathing,” FRIDAY says.

“Shit,” Bucky says as he pulls out of you and grabs his sweats. He looks at you guiltily, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in 10 minutes tops, and then we can finish what we started,” he says before running out the door.

You stare at the door as it closes in shock. He just left you in the middle of sex for his ex. What the hell! You lay there and wait, but after 2 hours you decide to get dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. You take your ruined lingerie and throw it out. You lay back on your bed thinking about how you will have a stern discussion when he comes back.

Before you know it, another 2 hours go by and it’s the middle of the night. You’re more than angry, now you are hurt. You grab your pillow and your blanket and leave your shared room with Bucky, and head to your old room. After locking the door, you inform FRIDAY not to let anyone, especially Bucky in. You climb into bed and allow a few tears before falling asleep.

- -

Bucky woke up the next morning disoriented. When he realized he was still in Dot’s room he panicked. After he finally got Dot to calm down last night he went to leave but Dot begged him to stay until she fell asleep. He must have dozed off too. He quickly got out of the bed and quietly exited the room.

Steve was coming down the hall and saw Bucky’s coming out of Dot’s room. “ why are you in Dot‘s room?” Steve asked.

“She had a panic attack last night and I came to calm her down and fell asleep. Y/N is going to be so pissed at me,” Bucky said.

“Wasn’t last night date night?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded, “Yea and Dot interrupted right in the middle of sex. I left Y/N there naked on the bed like a jackass,” Bucky said angrily.

“You left her in the middle of sex to deal for your ex!? Why didn’t you ask me to deal with it?” Steve yelled.

“I don’t know. Dot says she only feel comfortable with me. I’m just trying to help her. But I’m going to lose my girl in the process. I’ll talk to Dot later about it, but things have to change. I can’t keep ignoring my girl,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, we’ll good luck with talking to her after last night,” he said before slapping Bucky’s shoulder and leaving.

Bucky sighed and went to your shared room, only to see that you weren’t there. He checked the kitchen, common room, roof, gym, and lab but couldn’t find you. The last place he went was to your old bedroom. He found the door locked, which told him he found you.

“FRIDAY, can you please open the door?” He asked the AI.

“I’m sorry Sergeant Barnes. But I was requested by Agent Y/L/N to not let anyone, especially you in,” FRIDAY said.

Bucky’s heart dropped. He really messed up.

- -

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

A lot happening in this chapter. Bucky being stupid, but at least he is aware. Now can he fix it? will the reader let him? And what else will Dot do? Feedback is appreciated!

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songmingisthighs · 3 years ago

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[4.11] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.

⇁ tw : running away, mafia life (criminal/illegal acts)

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

At first, Wooyoung thought you had really ran away from him. After the fight you had the previous night, how could he not ?

"All I ask is a little bit of attention! I know you could spare some for me," you exclaimed, following after Wooyoung into the home office in his mansion. Yes, his, he never once said it was yours too so you treat it as such.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at you, "and I ask you shut that big trap you called your mouth before I shut it for you, but we can't all get what we wanted now, can we ?" He spat.

You're used to his aggressive words, it used to hurt but now the pain just comes and goes. But you're at your wit's end, he was distant when you both were first forced into engagement but he was still polite so you thought that was just the shock, but now that you're married, things got worse.

"Wooyoung," you called, leaning both of your hands on his desk aa he sit on his office chair, "it's been 8 months since we got married," he glared at you when you said that, so you sighed and change your choice of words, "since we were force into marriage... But I've been trying so hard to make this less of a chore for both of us, I don't know what else I could do! You're not even bothering to hide the fact that you hate my guts to your very core even though it wasn't my fault that we got into this! Heck, you don't even bother to acknowledge that I exist!"

Wooyoung slammed his hands down on the table, standing face to face with you, "that's right," he chuckled darkly, "I don't even bother, you know why? Because you're nothing in my life, I never ask for you, I never wanted you, you're still here because your dad's business fell through with my dad and he used you as mean of escaping because that's all you are, princess," he leaned closer to your face and spoke through gritted teeth, "a worthless burden that people toss around,"

It would've been a lie if you said that his words doesn't affect you whatsoever. Because it does.

Maybe deep down that was one of your biggest fear and having someone confirmed that made you feel sick to your stomach. You recoiled from the table, as if having been struck across your face.

Though Wooyoung had a satisfied smirk on his face, "you should know I've been planning your assasination ever since you said 'I do', I would've made it look like an accident so that my dad wouldn't be up in my ass talking about losing his insurance of control over your dad, maybe I should move the schedule up so I can get rid of you quicker,"

You stared at him for a while, not knowing that he actually hated you that much. All this time you thought it was just petty reluctance of being tied to you, but this just brought things to a whole new level.

"No..." you choked out, trying to hold back tears, "I'll take care of it myself," and with that, you ran out of his office to pack all your belongings with tears streaming down your face.

And that was the last time Wooyoung had seen you. He had heard from one of his butlers that he had seen you running around the house retrieving your things where it supposedly was earlier, you looked frantic and you hadn't even taken a second to take a break.

"And did she got out of the house today?" Wooyoung asked from his position on the couch, loosening all of the buttons on his shirt. "No, master, not that any of us know of," said butler then leaned close to Wooyoung's ears, "the cctv has been cut off, her bodyguards are dismissed, no one has tended to her nor got close to her, and I personally see to it that all windows and doors are unlocked just as you had requested,"

Wooyoung couldn't believe that he's probably a free man now, that YOU had left him so that he wouldn't be in hot water with his father.

With a glass of whiskey in his hand, he decided to look around to see whether or not you had really left while telling his maid to prepare dinner for him.

True to what he expected, he made two laps around the mansion but not once did he find you. Not even in his office with a divorce paper, as dramatic as it sound.

He finally step into his shared bedroom with you to make his final confirmation.

At first he knocked on the door, not really knowing why he did that, but when no sound came from the room he simply opened the door and walked in. He hadn't returned the night before, spending half of his night in his home office before going out with San to a bar, not realizing that it was his guilt that drove him out to drink his memory away.

Looking around the room, he couldn't really tell whether or not you had ran away. The room looked like it had been slept in the night before, he could see the spot where you laid in comparison to his side that's perfectly neat.

When he stepped into the walk-in closet, he was quite surprised at the sheer contrast to the bedroom. Your clothes thrown haphazardly, it seems like you were urgently looking for things to pack, and the more he analyze the items on the floor, the more he realized that you hadn't taken anything that was bought with his money.

But that wasn't the thing that got his attention.

It was your wedding dress that had been taken out of its garment bag, across from it, an empty bottle of wine and a box of tissues with crumpled tissues surrounding it. It looked straight out of a movie.

He walked closer to the dress and trailed a hand down it.

He remembered seeing you wear it on your wedding day. He remembered being too pissed at his father to be able to fully appreciate how ethereal you looked. He remembered how when you looked at him, he could see the redness in your eyes, indicating that you had been crying.

But over all, he remembered how his heart skipped a beat when he saw you walking closer to him. Of course, he would never admit it outwardly.

His train of thought was broken when his butler knocked on his bedroom door, "master, dinner is served," he said.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and straighten out his posture, "yes, of course, I'll be there soon," he called out.

As the footsteps of his butler fade, he carefully zip your wedding dress back into its garment bag, making sure that the dress is stored perfectly.

After that, he went to the dining room to have his dinner.

Usually, you'd be seated in your seat, across from him at the other end of the table that seats 10 people. He'd have to admit that it feels weird not seeing you smile at him after a long day of working, but he forced himself to believe that it was a good kind of weird.

Strangely, as he eat his food he felt that it doesn't match his palate, that something feels off. So he called for his head butler and asked him about it.

"Did we change cooks? Why does today's dinner taste so bland?"

His butler seemed hesitant to answer him, looking at the head maid for a bit. The middle-aged woman stepped forward from her spot, bowing slightly to avoid Wooyoung's eyes, "we did not have any change in staffs, sir, it's just that the mistress used to prepare all of your meals and considering... the circumstances, she had not prepared anything for you," she said, not even bothering to hide her bitterness that he had drove you away.

Considerably, he was shocked that you had never brought the fact up to him. But as usual, he masked his true feelings and just nod at her, continuing with his meal even though he can't seem to enjoy it.

The shock didn't stop there, though.

Over the course of the first 5 days of you leaving him, he began noticing the things that indicate your presence in his house. Or used to indicate your presence.

He never knew that you were the one who always put flowers around the mansion. He noticed this when he passed by a vase of wilting aconite. It almost broke him when he see the maids cleared all flowers, leaving an empty vase that he now associate with your absence.

He never knew that you kept tabs on food he likes and dislikes. After 3 days, he gave up on eating the food his cook made for him, firing the poor man on the spot and resorting to take outs.

He never knew that you were the one who personally arrange his wardrobe. Usually, every morning he'd find his favorite shirts or favorite sets of clothes on the front, ready for him to pick out and wear. Now that you're not here, he had to spend extra time deciding what to wear.

And lastly, he was surprised at the fact that you had never made it to your hometown.

"What do you mean she's not with her parents?" He growled at his henchmen, making them visibly scared. "W-we tried looking for her, even asking around, but no one had seen her," he explained.

All Wooyoung wanted was to hear about how you're happier without him, how you've settled back to your life without him, how he'd be assured with the fact that you leaving him was the best thing that could ever happen to you two.

Feeling that he owed this for the sake of his own closure, he ordered everyone under him to find out your whereabouts.

The desperation suffocated him, he hated the feeling.

So he ran out of his office to his garden, going to the furthest side where it is practically abandoned so that he'd be all alone to calm his mind.

What he hadn't expect to see though, was several pieces of clothes on the ground. At first he just thought that the laundry might have flown away due to the wind, but when he inspected them closer, he recognized them as yours.

"Why would these be here?" He muttered to himself as he began picking up the scattered pieces of clothes one by one. When he picked up the last piece, he noticed your suitcase by the corner of the tall wall that surround his house for protection.

The sight that made his stomach drop was a rather huge hole that could fit a person.

Wooyoung's brain put 2 and 2 together and the only reasonable conclusion made him feel like blowing up.

You had been kidnapped.

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