#hana bio

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[crehador]

oh my god gackt signed up for a dating app and was immediately banned for impersonating gackt

[lomltrentarnold]

why am i scared

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[folklore-girl]

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[hakubunii-ect]

Jujutsu Kaisen OC

Name: Hana (花 Flower) Shirohane (白黒White, Wings/feathers)

Age: 26/27(girl I can’t decide)

Height: 5’4”

Physical:

Eyes: dark Magenta

Hair: Burgundy (but like, more pinkish), as an adult, she wears it in a milkmaids

braid that ends in a low ponytail tied into a pink bow. Her curly hair is messy at the ends, twirling out in every which direction. Her bangs are very loosely tucked behind her left ear and are semi in her face.

Attire: Somewhat revealing. She’s wearing an altered uniform that consists of a white, high collared, sleeveless bodysuit that stops mid thigh. A dark blue, off the shoulder Jujutsu uniform is worn over it, it’s sleeves resembling that of a kimono. She also wears a long skirt of the same color and material with a wide slide on the left side. Adorns a rosary around her waist, long black, fingerless gloves, and a garter holster type thing that holds various tools like knives or charms. She just wears strapped black sandals. We’re going for semi-functional SLAY not realism.

Social:

Affiliation:

*Tokyo Jujutsu High/Kyoto Prefectural Jujutsu High School (The later being her alma mater)

*Geto Suguru

(briefly infiltrated his lil group in an attempt to gather information)

*Unnamed Tokyo Monastery

(Grew up studying to be a nun)

*Shirohane Clan

(Presumed only female and youngest member of her clan)

*Occupation: Jujutsu Sorcerer I guess

Relationships:

*Original an acquaintance of sorts of Geto and Gojo when they exorcised a cursed spirit that was attached to her before she grew a crush on Geto during so. They inspired her to pursue her technique and become a proper jujutsu sorcerer. Her crush on Geto was embarrassing and she worried it’d distract her studies so she opted to attend the Kyoto school. (Shawty was down bad lmao)

*Geto’s “wife” of sorts for a period of time. She basically infiltrates his fam for a while to try and get info on stuff her was doing. Trying to gain his trust (albeit an unwise idea) she becomes his “wife” of sorts and just kind of sleeps with him a lot before he dies. She becomes pregnant and accidentally does exactly what her clan expected of her- produce Shirohane children.

*Her relationship with Gojo is mostly professional but she does kind of sleep with him while the two were dealing with mutual grief over Geto as a distraction (I’m a lil shaky on this part and might cut it out) and accidentally makes him baby daddy #2

Mentor of a student, and very distant relative, Kikuko (She is an oc that has similar abilities to Hana)

*She actually hates her older clan members, old ass men who incompetently run their clan and often overlook Hana’s well being for the sake of “bettering their clan” and bringing forth stronger jujutsu sorcerers.

*Hiroshi (寛 Generous) Shirohane (白黒White, Wings/feathers) is her toddler son whom she is very protective of and dotes on. He is kept a secret for a long time until it is accidentally revealed that he exists. She named him Hiroshi bc she wants him to grow up to be generous with his time, affection, and heart.

Personality:

-Goal driven, will often pursue a goal of hers despite all odds and anyone’s opinions on it. This is both terrific and detrimental.

-Loyal to a fault

-Self sacrificing for greater good (putting needs of humanity or others before her own)

-Hardworking, extremely so

-Maybe a bit too confident that certain situations she gets herself in will have positive outcomes. Is this naivety?

-Is aware of the power sex has in this world and utilizes this to her advantage (When in a position where she has to, she will use her body like a Swiss Army knife. (Knows she’s hot, uses it in her favor when needed.)

-Still somewhat innocent despite the whole “Swiss Army knife” thing.

Slightly stubborn

History:

As a small child, Hana was sent to a nunnery when a cursed spirit that attached itself to her kept killing local boys and men whenever they try to talk or romance Hana. Was raised there to become a nun until her clan’s elders yanked her from the familiarity around the age of 15 because they were dying out and she was the only known surviving clan member that could pass down their technique and abilities. They request the sprite be exorcized, the job getting taken on by Geto and Gojo, who lured it out by like romancing her throughout the day(various dates of sorts, flirting, holding hands, KISSING-anything to make this bitch show itself) until it finally materialized and attacked them-they beat the shit out of it and Geto swallows it. Once she’s no longer a nun and free of her curse, she decides to become a proper sorcerer, inspired by the removal of her curse. She attends the Kyoto school because she developed a huge crush on Geto as a girl and was worried seeing him all the time would distract her learning. After having graduated and continuing her craft, her grade went up considerably and she became strong (idk what grade to make her).

Power/Ability:

Hana has a particularly potent energy that draws curses to her that she can then control to do her bidding. She doesn’t use this aspect often but she can send those curses into inanimate objects or corpses, kind of creating zombies that follow her commands. Because she draws cursed energy to her, she acts as a sort of conduit between them and humans and has an excellent ability at pinpointing where they are or where she wants them to be. Sometimes, her presence feels overwhelming because of this if she’s been doing shit with curses and exorcising them all day.

(She’s still a work in progress but I like her a lot. If you don’t like OCs or think mines stupid without actual good advice on how to fix her, mind your business. I do these things for fun. <3 )

ROUGH UNCOLORED SKETCHES!!!

[theoriedelesthetique]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐬 - a group of female warriors and hunters, forming a society closed to men, who fought during the trojan war. they're rumored to have conquered the Atlantis.

ꕤ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 - Hana est née le 10 juillet 1996 à Séoul en Corée du Sud, mais elle réside désormais à Tokyo, au Japon. Elle est ENTP, et se démarque par son amour des échecs, mais aussi de l'histoire. Elle est doctorante en histoire, surtout pour faire plaisir à son père décédé. Hana est hétérosexuelle. Elle est aussi terrifiée du feu.

ꕤ 𝐁𝐈𝐎 -

Hana est le joyau de la famille Cheong. Cadeau inespéré de la vie des deux adultes déjà bien âgés quand ils se voient offrir le plaisir de la parentalité, ils se donnent, entièrement, à leur fille. Parce qu’ils savent, dans le fond, qu’ils n’auront pas Hana pour bien longtemps. Ils l’ont attendue, pendant si longtemps, leur petite fleur. Mais peu importe à quel point ils la chérissent, l’enfant reste furieusement introvertie. Elle est très réservée, et ça ne s’arrange pas quand elle entre à l’école. La petite Hana n’est pas loquace, et c’est pour cette raison qu’elle se fait systématiquement marcher sur les pieds par la terre entière. C’est inacceptable, aux yeux de ses parents. Hana a huit ans, les larmes aux yeux, alors que ses parents se tiennent à ses côtés, devant son institutrice, qui manifeste son inquiétude de voir leur fleur bousculée par ses camarades de classe. Son père ne peut pas apprendre aux autres enfants à être plus délicats. Mais il peut apprendre à Hana à se défendre. Mais ça ne dure qu’un temps. Sa mère, depuis longtemps déjà, cultive l’envie d’exporter sa galerie d’art au Japon, pays dont elle rêve de toute façon pour sa retraite. Il n’y a qu’une seule personne que le père d’Hana aime plus que la petite, et c’est bien sa femme. Alors, quand elle a douze ans, Hana et ses parents déménagent au Japon, s’installent dans l’immense capitale. Désormais expatriés, c’est presque immédiatement qu’Hana se renferme dans sa carapace. Les autres élèves japonais ne sont pas spécialement agréables avec la petite coréenne qui ne parle quasiment pas la langue, et ils se moquent régulièrement d’elle. 

Et puis, l’incident. Des filles de sa classe lui cherchent des problèmes - ce qui devait être une scène habituelle d’humiliation tourne au vinaigre quand une des filles commence à lui tirer les cheveux. Parce que pour la première fois, Hana réplique. Elle ne sait pas comment est partie la gifle, en est la première surprise, mais ça réveille quelque chose chez elle. Hana a le droit au respect, et elle a le droit de se battre pour récupérer la dignité qui lui est dûe. C’est un alors un sacré virage qui s’opère.

Avec l’apprentissage déraisonné de ses parents qui veulent la voir s’épanouir, et sa nouvelle confiance en elle, Hana change plus ou moins radicalement. Loin de l’adolescente renfermée qu’elle avait pu être, elle devient une petite insolente, qui n’a plus tellement peur de quoique ce soit, ou bien de rendre les coups qu’on peut vouloir lui donner. Évidemment, cette nouvelle attitude lui vaudra des remontrances de la part de ses professeurs à l’école, mais Hana justifie chacun de ses actes : personne ne lui manquera de respect, son insolence est pour le bien public. Elle a trop subi, trop souffert, et elle refuse de retourner à ce statut de victime. Alors peut-être qu’elle est surveillée par les enseignants, mais ça lui permet tout de même de quitter le radar de ceux qui la harcelaient auparavant, parce qu’enfin, elle se défend.

Laissée en paix, loin des regards inquisiteurs, Hana termine ses années de lycée sereine, et se laisse la chance de mûrir pour devenir la femme qu’elle est aujourd’hui. A sa majorité, Hana est cette femme pleine de conviction, qui travaille d’arrache-pied, pour pouvoir s’offrir un avenir confortable à elle, mais aussi à ses parents, désormais à la retraite. Mais la retraite n’est pas faite pour ses parents et Hana aurait dû le voir venir. Elle a dix-neuf ans, quand sa mère les quitte en premier, et dévasté par le chagrin d’avoir perdu l’amour de sa vie, c’est son père, six mois plus tard, qui décède à son tour.

Seule personne restante de sa famille, Hana n’a plus qu’elle-même sur qui compter. Elle vit toujours à Tokyo, où elle a rejoint une faculté d’histoire. Depuis petite, Hana est fascinée par le métier d’antiquaire de son père, et il lui apparaît que c’est un hommage digne d’espérer pouvoir suivre ses traces. Et sa vie, elle la continue autant que faire se peut. Sa vie sociale ne s’étend pas particulièrement, parce que la jeune femme est trop préoccupée par son avenir pour chercher à avoir des relations stables dans sa vie. Et puis, comme de nombreux Tokyoïtes, Hana se trouve dans le quartier de Shibuya, quand la pluie de météores frappe. Mais elle ne sait pas, Hana, que c’est une pluie de météores. Pour elle, c’est juste le calme intense, avant de découvrir l’univers horrifique de Borderland. Hana est terrifiée par les jeux de la mort, mais sa détermination naturelle l’empêche de s’effondrer entièrement, et de chercher, à tout prix, de survivre. Il lui faudra trois jeux avant de rejoindre la Plage, dont elle avait entendu parler par les autres joueurs. 

Mais la Plage, finalement, c’est le plus terrible des cauchemars, parce que sa survie ne tient qu’à son aptitude à ramener des cartes. Elle n’a pas la meilleure des attitudes avec les activistes - dieu sait qu’elle n’a pas sa langue dans sa poche, la brune, générant systématiquement des conflits avec Niragi, qui rêve d’obtenir la tête d’Hana sur une pique. Qu’à cela ne tienne, elle rêve d’en faire autant. A la Plage, Hana est généralement froide - hormis avec Kuina et An, on ne la voit pas discuter avec les autres. Alors forcément, ça lui traîne une réputation de calculatrice hors-pair, entre autres, parce qu’elle est extrêmement secrète sur les jeux qu’elle peut gagner, et elle refuse de dévoiler ses atouts.

Son vrai problème, ce sont surtout les jeux de pique qui lui posent problème, et c’est pour cette raison qu’Hana commet l’impensable : elle s’allie à un activiste, Nao. Nao son allié, et puis Nao son sauveur.  C’est le cinq de pique qui signe leur alliance - et le jeu suivant signe leur relation. Dans un monde aussi dramatique que Borderland, où tout s’accélère, il ne faut pas longtemps à la jeune femme pour développer des sentiments pour Nao. Ces derniers sont réciproques, évidemment, mais ça n’est pas tellement possible de s’afficher, compte tenu de la cible qu’elle a dans le dos. Le jeu de la sorcière, donc, est décisif. Parce qu’Hana pense avoir perdu Nao, qui la défendait, et assénée par la douleur, elle tente  d’assassiner Niragi. Et même si Nao n’a pas disparu, une partie d’Hana, elle, a brûlé dans le bûcher. La brune est aux côtés de son homme, pour les jeux des Rois et des Reines, mais elle est définitivement changée, habitée par une peur panique de se voir séparée de Nao.

ꕤ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

La spécialité d’Hana sont les jeux de trèfles - même si ses plans sont en apparence un peu ridicules, elle fonctionne mieux en équipe que toute seule. Elle se défend également très bien sur les jeux de carreaux. Les jeux où elle s’avère indubitablement en difficulté sont les jeux de pique, car elle n’est pas particulièrement sportive. 

Hana, comme beaucoup d’autres survivants de Borderland, s’en sort avec des traumatismes. S’il n’est pas facile d’effrayer la jeune femme, elle a, depuis le jeu de la sorcière, une peur panique du feu, sous quelque forme que ce soit, et elle est particulièrement terrifiée à l’idée d’un incendie. Elle a aussi tendance à très mal gérer sa culpabilité, notamment lorsqu’elle pense avoir tué Niragi, ce qui la pousse à machinalement se renfermer sur elle-même. Force est de constater, cependant, que ses plans restent toujours aussi irraisonnés lorsqu’ils impliquent Nao, parce qu’elle est très souvent aveuglée par son amour pour lui.

Hana a des habitudes bien à elle : elle vérifie toujours que Nao respire quand il dort à ses côtés, et elle est physiquement incapable de dormir si elle n’a pas la tête sur sa poitrine. Une fois Mina de retour dans leur vie, Hana la prendra sous son aile de manière immédiate, et la traitera comme sa sœur, brossant ses cheveux avant de dormir tous les soirs. Hana se moque bien souvent d’Usagi et d’Arisu, et de leur maladresse légendaire - mais elle ne laisse personne d’autre se moquer d’eux, et s’en trouve particulièrement protectrice. 

ꕤ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄&𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Hana est relativement mince, mais il est évident que depuis son arrivée à Borderland, elle s’est définitivement musclée. Elle a toujours été brune, et n’a jamais souhaité changer, et de toute évidence, son arrivée à Borderland ne le lui permet pas. Depuis le jeu du loup, elle a une cicatrice, et de manière générale, il est difficile de la voir sans bleus. Elle a également déjà eu le nez fracturé durant un jeu. A la mort de ses parents, Hana s’est fait tatouer une pièce d’échec sur le bras droit, et elle a également une branche de cerisier sur la cheville gauche. A cause des codes de la Plage, Hana s’est malgré elle un peu trop retrouvée en tenue légère - pourtant, dans le monde réel, la brune n’apprécie pas les vêtements près du corps, et préfère largement le confort de ses jeans.

Hana est plutôt intelligente, et surtout très loyale. Il est impossible de nier que c’est une battante, même si, souvent, cela est considéré comme un défaut : preuve en est, elle est parfaitement incapable de contenir ses mots pour elle, et elle a tendance à toujours vouloir avoir le dernier mot. Bien que du genre secrète, c’est en réalité parce qu’elle est une immense stratège. On lui prête souvent un air indifférent, mais elle est surtout très observatrice. Considérée comme plutôt impulsive, elle peut même être perçue comme manipulatrice, avec de sacrés problèmes de gestion de sa colère. Hana apparaît, en outre, particulièrement égoïste, notamment à la Plage : elle a su faire comprendre qu’elle ferait tout pour sa survie, avant celles des autres. Cette perception des choses change légèrement après la rencontre de Nao. 

ꕤ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Nao, c’est l’amour de la vie d’Hana, avant même qu’elle ne le voit venir. Parce que tout ce qu’elle voit chez lui, c’est une forme d’arrogance, une froideur qui la dépasse, comme tout la dépasse chez les Activistes. Mais Hana le sait, elle a besoin d’un allié - et ils le deviennent, malgré eux. Dans les jeux, et puis dans la vie aussi, parce que tranquillement, sereinement, Nao se fait une place dans la vie de la brune qui refuse de se voir séparée de lui. Leur attachement l’un envers l’autre va si loin que, lorsqu’elle le pense mort, Hana perd toute rationalité. Nao, c’est sa famille, c’est la personne pour qui elle se bat pour survivre. Elle est déterminée, la brune, à sortir des jeux en compagnie de son homme, ou rien.

[bravcguardian]

FULL NAME: (  華 結愛  )  Hana Yua. BIRTHDAY:   ( 23 years old  ). ZODIAC SIGN: CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN: BLOOD TYPE: AB +

GENDER: Female. PRONOUNS: She / Her. SEXUALITY: Demisexual biromantic.

MAIN FANDOM: Obey me. FACECLAIM: Saenai Heroine no Sodatekata: Koisuru Metronome.

MISC.

LANGUAGES: Japanese &. English. OCCUPATION:  Writer &. artist. Former model,  rejected idol. 

PRESENT.

   Upon finding out that she won third place and her manuscript  ( that had NO COPY whatsoever so if she had lost, they would not return it to her, what was that  idiot  Min-Joon thinking about? ), she was… speechless. It was too much, her modeling career was steady but was she happy about that?  Well, it was a generous income but… for how long would that last?  Now the idea of writing about The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl which had been an initial  major  self-insert character to keep her sane during middle-school, to escape reality and aimlessly write adventures, ones that she had deleted for being too op at first and then settling to design the characters better, Ruri being a whole other individual with a few similar personality traits to her. To think… To think THAT would actually bear its fruits almost a decade later.

   It’s safe to assume Yua quit her career with only a one-week notice, sandwiched all the photoshoots in a week that left her almost deceased, and had quite the pay. Thankfully, she had always been the type to save money due to struggling in her childhood  ( leading to read and write, to study and empty her head until Ryuko had taken custody of her )  but spent almost little to nothing because of that irrational fear she’d ran out of it.

   That aside, she IMMERSED herself into her story, her long-forgotten dream and had a series, even. But… maybe thanks to being SLEEP-DEPRIVED she had started to hallucinate because, what did they mean with an exchange student program and that she had been chosen?  Surely, this couldn’t be real. Angels, demons, that whole spiritual aspect was… supposed to be fiction alone!

EARLY LIFE.

   A daydreamer, Yua had many dreams that all sounded unrealistic for starters: she wanted to be an idol, and when there was a casting she got approved but quit right away when they started to suggest surgeries and the likes, she started to believe being an idol was more a contract of enslavement. So maybe, it was better to keep it a dream     however, because she made it that far, she was offered the position of a model, one that she accepted  ( one that she STRUGGLED with until she started to land more jobs ). Nevertheless, she was glad that she could pay the rent, her online studying course and somehow manage to eat, too.

   But that wasn’t it all. A blessing, or a curse, one of her closest friends, caught a glimpse of a manuscript she had long ago dropped during her first year in upper-studies. Persuading her, Yua a natural quitter when things look stressful or not that bright ahead, took some good four months until she agreed with the condition that she would be left alone to study for her exams. Little did she know… that Min-Joon used the connection of his family to submit the manuscript, and by sheer talent alone it won third place.

   The irony, however, remains UNKNOWN to everyone: Yua’s aunt, Ryuko, was a descendant of a BANSHEE and because the older had used her beloved niece as a base for her main protagonist, those extremely lucky events were some that took place in her own novel. Fiction was, in fact, affecting reality until the day Yua was too far for the magic to intertwined with her fate.

「 I. / Ruri 」 Main verse. Exchange student, lazily spending her time and praying not to get in trouble.

   Trying to wrap her mind around her current predicament, she decided to take a deep breath and… accept this situation with utmost calm or else she’d absolutely lose it because this is way too much, it’s overwhelming. Asking all the right questions and not quite grasping what’s her final paper supposed to be about, she decided to… enjoy her free time, sure studying was no longer troublesome and the subjects here were beyond interesting?  They were addictive!  There was so much to learn, so many things to apply to her future works. And also time to sleep and not stress ( that’s a lie, she will go bald, she is working in her laptop those nights she has insomnia ). Ah but… please, she doesn’t want to get involved in troublesome things, her luck is apparently gone.

NOTE. She can be the MC but will mostly be portrayed as a sidekick of the MC.

「 II. / Ruri 」 Pre-game, her regular but extremely and questionable lucky life.

Tba.

「 III. / Ruri 」 EPHEMERAL: THE RESIDENTS OF THE DARK VERSE. Banshee.

   Upon finding out her aunt was a banshee descendant, she didn’t expect any more surprises in her life. But, when do things ever go right for her?  Well, most of the time with her unbelievable luck that makes her paranoid because not all in life can go good without any major repercussion but… really?

「 IV. / Ruri 」 AYAKASHI: ROMANCE REBORN VERSE. Oracle.

   As a female author, she mostly used Min-Joon’s name to represent her work. Despite both living under the same roof, they rarely cross paths in his mansion and their different schedules. Regardless of that, Yua had a secret, a regret… she had yet to inform him about not being human.    In fact, she wasn’t scared of rejection since she knew him, she knew something like not being human wouldn’t be hard to accept for him     but it was knowing what terrified her, the moment he became aware of the existence of non-humans then… He’d be no longer safe, even more now that they were on the loose, PURIFICATION was needed with urgency for the safety of everyone.

「 V. / Ruri 」 ÑUKE MAPU Somehow things keep going downhill.

   When Yua had asked for her life to spice up a bit, and jokingly stepped inside a suspicious-looking mushroom circle that was glowing in a very fairy tale like… She didn’t really mean it, she didn’t mean to end in an actual fantasy setting. Actually, she wanted to go back, she desperately needed to go back but there was no way for the time being, and even if Yua were to return, she wouldn’t go back when months have literally passed     oh no, if fantasy decided to royally fuck her up, she’d pull an uno card because she would devour books to go back to the human world in the precise time she disappeared. Who cares about potentially creating paradox!  She has to return, the possibility of staying non-existent.

「 VI. / Ruri 」 DANGANRONPA VERSE. Graduated from Hope’s Peak Academy, Ultimate Lucky Student.

Tba.

「 IC. / Hana Yua 」

「 Hana Yua / INQUIRY」 「 Hana Yua / MUSINGS 」 「 Hana Yua / VISAGE 」 「 Hana Yua / MANNERISMS 」 「 Hana Yua / HEADCANON 」 「 Hana Yua / INTROSPECTION」 「 Hana Yua / ROMANCE 」 「 Hana Yua / CRACK 」

✘ ·  ♡（   ）

[laninha-1]

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[c1trvswurld]

I need to stop being srs online. I should just go full fujo fag mode

[bravesung]

Someone: Does Rock have that rizz? Hanamaru: . . . is that short for a "restraining order"? If so, I believe that is not something I should be disclosing. Someone:

[efloarchive]

ok so i had to put down my c.arrd for now because it's kinda acting up for me. i've been trying to edit it out and change some stuff but the formatting is all weird and not working so yeah. hopefully this is temporary and once it's up again i'll let y'all know.

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[lotomber]

Hear me owwwwt pm! Dazai with a teen mom reader (17 or 18?) and he became a an AMAZING stepfather but when bio dad comes demanding custody he insults dazai for only being the stepdad and not the bio dad….(I think dazai would beat the shit out of him lmaooo) BUT ALSO he decides to put a baby in YOU just to show everyone his sperm is better.

Dazai with a teen single mom!

T/W: Nsfw, explicit content, Teen mom Reader!(18y/o), Pm! Dazai, Shitty ex!, teenage pregnancy, rough sex, piv, semi public sex, voyeurism, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of murder, not proof read!

It was hard being a single mother moreover when you were a teenager. Your boyfriend went MIA when you told him you were pregnant. You met Dazai when you were working part time and he was instantly drawn to you, something about you mesmerized him. It didn't took him long to befriend you and how could he leave you alone when you told him about how you work alone to take care of your toddler? He instantly offered to help you, you hesitated at first but contrary to your worries he was a loving partner and an amazing father to your daughter 'Hana'. He spoils her rotten, buys her tons of clothes and toys (afterall mafia pays him well), makes sure to pick her up from playschool when you are busy, and he just loves to play with her. One thing he really loved about Hana was the fact that she absolutely resembled you not her shitty father. At first it just started with his simple interest in you but as he spend more time with you and Hana he would desperately wish that you three could be a family forever, something he never thought he could have. And how could you not fall for him when he always did more than you could have ever asked for?

But all shit fell down when your ex came back crawling demanding custody of your daughter. You told him that your daughter only has one father and that is Dazai. But he just scornfully told Dazai that he was just being a stupid cuckold cause he's not even biologically her father and no matter what he will just remain a stranger. You were distraught by his shamelessness but you trusted Dazai when he told you he would handle this.

"Aah Sa-Samu slow down" But you didn't knew it would involve you bending over table in his office while his cock mercilessly pumps in and out of your tight cunt. How did you even get in this situation?

After dropping off Hana at playschool you got a call from Dazai asking you to come at his office. You thought it was weird cause he never really called you to his office. But as soon as you reached there he just bended you over his table, lifting your skirt to your waist while sliding your panties down to your knees. He pushes his whole length with one thrust filling you to the brink. You moan sharply and gasp for breathe as his pace does not falter.

"F-fuck donna you're so tight, so pretty f'me, just f'me." he grunts. You scratch the mahogany trying to gain some stability as the pleasure was overwhelming you. You try to muffle your voice but of course Dazai's didn't liked it so gave he gave a particular hard thrust making you scream.

"S-shit bella, so warm and tight, you want my seed right? I'm gonna knock you up full of my seeds!" you couldn't even comprehend what he was saying at this point anymore as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach and with a few more rough thrusts you came all over him.

"You like it bella don't you? I'm sure hana would also like a little sibling hmm right?." He grunts as there was a weird thumping noise from the back closet in the office. He increased his pace ramming more harshly than before as room is filled with the Squelching noises of your pussy and his wet balls. You feel him twitching as he shoot thick ropes of cum inside you. You gasp from the overstimulation as he keeps pumping his cock making sure you take his load well and it doesn't spill out.

All while you were unknown to the fact that your ex was stuffed in the back closet of Dazai's office. Before calling you over to his office he tied and gagged him, stuffing him in the closet. Why? Of course because dazai had to show your ex who you belonged to and that you will bear his children for him. He made him listen all this on purpose to remind him of his place before disposing him from this world.

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October Sun

summary: Xavier had been tormented by many things since Maddie's disappearance, Simon's distrust and hostility at the top of the list. but there'd been other things that'd kept him up at night as well, and for a much longer time. I know we don't talk about it, he'd said, but maybe we should...

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.20

Xavier stood in front of the closed door, wary, unsure if he was allowed to open it. He knew what was behind it, knew you were in there because you hadn't been in your room when he'd gone to check on you after he'd heard the pipes shudder and the water stop.

He'd spent the last thirty minutes with Abigail—your grandmother—in the kitchen, their conversation skirting around the topic of your panic attack as if admitting what had caused it would conjure another episode. Abigail had fed him cookies and chocolate milk like he was still the little boy she'd been introduced to years ago, all scraped knees and peach-fuzz hair, adult teeth too big for his smile.

A massive tupperware of spaghetti and meatballs waited for him on the bench in the foyer where he'd kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket upon entering the house. Abigail always fretted over him. Hugged him and held him like her own. Xavier adored her. Adored your whole family, really; profoundly grateful to be accepted as part of it. Especially after his own had dissolved into something he couldn't hold together no matter how much he'd tried.

Still, being accepted into your family didn't mean Xavier had access to every nook and cranny. Some things were off-limits, private, For Our Eyes Only, and the room he lingered outside of was one of them. But, fuck it, he'd already missed his Bio test; had skipped last period to get you home safe, and he needed to make sure you were okay before he left.

With a grounding breath, Xavier summoned the courage and opened the door.

The room was daytime-dark, curtains drawn, the stars tacked on the ceiling glowing an eerie, phosphorous green. He could easily make out the child-height furniture. The shelves of picture books and action figures. Spiderman sheets, sleeves of Pokémon cards, and a stack of VHS tapes Aurora had insisted on playing whenever she'd been forced to babysit—"This sucks, Rory, we want Netflix!"—"Shut up. This is so much better!"

The air smelt stale, stuffy, and there was a thick film of dust on every surface but the bed. A shrine untouched in the years between Then and Now.

Xavier's eyes fell to where you sat on the floor, knees up, head tipped back to rest on the low, single bed. He wanted to turn around. Leave. Being there felt intrusive. But, you didn't yell at him. Didn't tell him to fuck off. Didn't throw something at his head. You barely acknowledged him apart from patting the ground beside you in behest.

He dropped down easily; accepted your weight when you slumped into his side, head on his shoulder, damp hair soaking a wet patch into the collar of his shirt. He rested his elbows on his knees, hand clasped around opposite wrist, and pressed his cheek into the top of your head. Glancing down the length of you, he noticed the stuffed lion in your arms. A long, gangly thing with a round face and button eyes, features sewn in black thread on a corduroy canvas.

Aiden had toted that thing around like a limb, Xavier remembered.

It hurt everywhere to think of the little boy who'd inserted himself into the sleepovers and hangouts you'd had in elementary school. Afternoons and evenings spent shooing him away only to give in within minutes because neither you nor Xavier or Hana had the heart to say no to him.

"Sissy~, I want to play, too!"

A lump formed in Xavier's throat, pressure behind his eyes that he ignored to ask, "Are you okay?" He kept his voice just above a whisper, the way people spoke in church. Afraid to disturb the spectral peace that pervaded the room.

After several beats, you finally admitted, "I don't think so," and held the lion tighter.

Xavier didn't know how to respond, the agreement you'd both made six years ago—no questions asked—weighing on his conscience. He wanted to respect the promise. Had always respected it just as you had done for him. However, things felt too heavy not to at least broach the subject.

On a shaky exhale, Xavier ventured, "I know we don't talk about it, but...maybe we should."

"Zav..."

"No, listen, you freaked the fuck out back there and it scared the shit out of me. I haven't seen you that bad in years." He nudged you off his shoulder with a minute shrug, shifting to prop his head against the bed. You studied him, thick lashes starred from your shower, and eyes glassy. The misery miring your expression was visible enough through the dark that Xavier felt guilty for saying anything. He said anyway, "Please don't shut me out."

His mother had very little interest in him, and recently, his dad had started treating him like an unbroken animal. And Maddie...he'd fucked that up so much that, even if she came back, he wouldn't be able to look her in the eye. And yes, yeah, he'd done it to himself, okay? He knew that. He'd always made sure not to let himself get too comfortable. Kept people at arm's length because, if he didn't, it would hurt so much worse when they eventually left.

But you were different. You'd been there since he'd pushed Harrison Levi out of the sandbox in kindergarten and split the kid's eyebrow open. The only one in the class who hadn't been afraid of Xavier after that, and had shared your crayons and glue during crafts period.

Xavier needed you like a lifeline, the one person in the whole damn world who saw him for who he was and hadn't left him in the past. You'd stayed through the angst of his parents' separation; through a childhood filled with inappropriate humor and distasteful comments. Through above-average forgetfulness and outbursts he couldn't control.

He felt the warmth of your breath on his cheeks, smelt peppermint toothpaste and the vanilla shampoo that had replaced whatever floral scent you'd used before. Faces close, sides pressed together in a soft line. An intimate bubble of privacy and safety.

"I saw Ms. Chung in the hallway before class." You said at last, as if that explained everything, and okay, sure, Xavier could work with that.

Kind of. "Who?"

"The grief counselor that Principal Hartman brought in on Monday." You elaborated. "She, uhm...She was the counselor I saw after..."

Xavier understood what you couldn't say. Nodded and smiled gratefully at you for having shared that much. He filled in some blanks himself, "And, I guess, this whole thing with Maddie is hitting pretty close to home, huh?"

You snorted, "Yeah, it definitely has the whole 'someone who's supposed to look after you fails' thing going for it."

Xavier's blood ran cold.

It would occur to him later that he didn't fully understand how your comment related to your trauma. It was the one police file his dad had ensured Xavier couldn't get his hands on and snoop through.

For now, he was blindsided by fear. Because who the fuck else had Maddie been failed by? Sandra, perhaps, but you didn't know that. Did you? Had you also been to see her? No, that would be weird as hell. You and Maddie were friends-by-extension. Xavier didn't think you even knew where Maddie lived.

Thus, as far as Xavier knew, he was the only one who fit the profile, which meant that, oh God no, you knew about Claire and this was the moment you banished Xavier from your life forever. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to be entirely alone, not yet, please, not yet—

"What does that mean?" He fished, tone even, though inwardly he was losing his shit.

Your focus went distant as you seemed to think carefully about what you wanted to say. With his heart in his throat, Xavier listened as you told him, "Simon and I think Mr. Anderson had something to do with Maddie's disappearance."

And he almost cried in relief. Until a certain part of your statement sunk in.

"You and Simon?"

You leaned back, looking at Xavier like you were mentally fitting him for a dunce cap. "Really? That's what you're concerned about? Zav, you went on an adventure with his only other best friend yesterday. He didn't have anyone else to talk to, so yeah, I'm happy to help him follow whatever leads he finds."

"At least Nicole doesn't hate me." Xavier hissed, "Simon dead-ass accused me of hurting Maddie in front of everyone."

"Okay, a) I made sure to get it through his skull that you're innocent. And, b) Simon doesn't hate you." You stopped, appearing somewhat hesitant to continue before you went on in sympathy, "He's just obviously in love with Maddie and you're the guy she chose instead."

As if Xavier hadn't been painfully aware of Simon's big, fat crush on Maddie since the fledgling days of their relationship. Simon had been a looming presence; had viscerally attempted to hold back glaring daggers at Xavier across the lunch table or over your and Mathilda's heads at shows, or movies, or tailgates.

"We're all trying to figure out where Maddie is." You said, bringing the situation to order. "And it seems like we've all been doing a better job than the cops because you and Nicole found boot prints and a ticket, and Simon found a stash of cash in Mr. Anderson's classroom. Plus, after talking about it last night—"

"You saw Simon last night?"

You talked over Xavier, the volume of your voice rising marginally, "—he and I think he's hiding something in the theater, too."

Xavier hung his head, cracked his neck, and rolled his shoulders, trying to calm the wave of conflicting emotion cresting inside him. You were his best friend. Yet, you'd buddied off with Simon Creepy Possessive Elroy to—

"Wait. Anderson has money in his classroom?"

You rolled your eyes, sporting a sardonic smile, "Yes, Officer Baxter, welcome back to the point. You done being weird?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Xavier apologized sincerely, ducking to catch your eye. He swiveled to rest his side against the bed and face you more easily. "That was a lot of information to digest. I didn't mean to get weird about you and Simon being close all of a sudden."

You playfully shoved a hand into Xavier's face, "Aw, Zav, don't worry, I'm still all yours," and winked before dissolving into a merry cackle.

Xavier reached across the narrow space between you both and slung an arm around your neck, dragging you close to ruffle your hair. It didn't have the same effect as when your hair was dry, tangling and teasing it into an 80s starburst, but it was close enough. You squealed and giggled, laid Aiden's lion on the bed, and then wrestled Xavier off you. In retaliation, he banded his arms around your torso and pulled you into his chest, fingers dancing along your sides.

It was fun, silly, something neither of you had been in what Xavier felt had been forever. Your laughter brightened the room, pushed the melancholy shadows into the corners, and made way for a cheerful lightness that hadn't existed in the space for too long.

"You're an ass." You wheezed, squirming out of Xavier's grasp and settling back against the bed, one leg held close and chin propped on your knee.

"Yeah, but you love me," Xavier teased.

He was loathe to ruin the moment—you beaming at him with dimpled cheeks and crinkled eyes—but his phone started to buzz in his front pocket. He dug it out, saw who was calling and glanced at you for confirmation that he should answer.

At your nod, he accepted the call, "Hey Tilda, sorry for not calling before, but—"

"SIMON, DON'T SAY A FUCKING WORD UNTIL MY MOM GETS THERE!" Mathilda shrieked on the other end of the line and then, into the phone, "What the fuck, Xavier, I tried calling you three times already!"

She had? Xavier hadn't felt his phone vibrate before then...Of course, when he was hyper-focused on something, everything else fell away, muffled by the void until he poked his head out of whatever rabbit hole he'd tumbled down. And, when it came to taking care of you, nothing else penetrated until he'd exhausted himself putting a smile back on your face.

Something he'd just succeeding in doing, damn it.

You pounced forward, grabbing Xavier's phone out of his hand and putting the call on speaker, "What's going on?"

"The cops just dragged Simon out of the school." Mathilda relayed, harried, clearly on the move. "I called my mom, but she won't be in town for another hour!" You and Xavier shared a look before Mathilda pulled attention back to what was unfolding on her end, "They're putting him in the back seat! That's bad, right!? XAVIER!? Is that bad!? What the heLL IS GOING ON!?"

"It's fine, Tilda," Xavier reassured firmly, eyes fixed on yours. "Unless he's in handcuffs, they aren't arresting him. They probably just want his statement on the record."

"His statement for what?" Mathilda sounded ready to go to battle, "They already asked us about Friday!"

Oh shit, you mouthed, the money.

Xavier muted the call to ask you, "Would Simon call the cops on Anderson?"

"I mean, he stole the man's phone. If he found something, he definitely wouldn't wait."

"Simon stole his phone?" Xavier almost clutched his proverbial pearls like a maiden aunt. The unhinged act of devotion to Maddie made him reconsider what it meant to care.

Simon was on the warpath, no fucks left to give, ready and willing to throw himself on the sword if necessary. Was that the kind of love Xavier had been meant to summon for Maddie? He had a lot of big feelings for her, most of them overshadowed by guilt now that she'd taken off without a backward glance, but none of them had inspired him to burn the world down in pursuit of her. There were—maybe—only two people he'd ever felt that kind of feral protectiveness over, and one of them was dead. The other...

He glanced up at you carefully, saw the distress in your eyes as you worried over Simon. "If they're taking him in," Xavier said, putting a hand on your knee for comfort, "they didn't find the money in Anderson's class."

"Then Anderson moved it." You choked. "Simon wasn't lying, Zav. If you'd seen how Mr. Anderson was acting last night, you'd know it was true, too."

"Hello!? Are you still there? Xavier!"

Xavier unmuted the call, both you and he chiming, "Yep, here!"

"Can't you call your dad?" Mathilda demanded and Xavier could picture her perfectly with her hand on her hip, brows furrowed, eyes ablaze, about to scold him like a mother hen. "He's the Sheriff! He could make them let Simon go!"

"Not necessarily, Tils. What if Simon knows something we don't?"

"Like what? He was at the APEX with us last week when Maddie took off. I saw him with my own eyeballs, Bax, he didn't know anything." Mathilda argued.

"Guess she's not pissed at him anymore," You commented quietly, more to a general audience than Xavier specifically.

"Alright, how's this. I'll go see what I can get out of my dad. You've already called your mom, she's on her way," He stated in a measured cadence, "There's nothing else we can do."

Begrudgingly, Mathilda agreed, closing the call with a semi-threatening, "Call me immediately, babes! I want to know why you weren't in Bio," directed to you, and then, "Love you both~!"

"I wasn't in Bio, either," Xavier grumbled, pouting at the white call-ended screen, "I don't count?"

You didn't indulge him, instead asking, "What should I do?"

"What should you do about what?"

"Tilly called her mom, you're going to sniff around your dad's office. What should I do? I can head back to the school and see if there's anything in the theater."

Immediately Xavier was on edge. The idea of you going back to the school and getting caught—possibly by Mr. Anderson who was, if as guilty as you inferred, absolutely going to be on alert now that the police had been called—didn't sit well with him. Not after what had happened to you earlier.

"No." He said, authoritative, stiff, "That's...no."

"I have to do something. What if Mr. Anderson hurt Maddie, huh? What if that money ties him to her somehow? And now he's going to get away with it because the police are focused on Simon."

Xavier grabbed you by the back of the head, angled your face so you had to look at him when he told you in no uncertain terms, "You're not going back there, kiddo. Not without me, okay? You've been through enough today, you need to rest."

"But—"

"How about this," He reasoned and dropped his hand to your shoulder, "We go in tomorrow morning before class and take a look around. Together."

You deflated, "And what about Simon?"

"There's literally nothing we can do about that right now, okay?"

An unhappy silence followed as you chewed over the alternatives Xavier offered. He was gearing up to sling you over his shoulder, carry you back to your bedroom, and lock you in your closet until he came to get you in the morning. Completely dismissing that you had a whole family who would hear you trying to escape and then very likely sneak you into the school themselves just for shits and giggles.

Color him surprised when you actually seemed to acquiesce.

"Fine." You said, audibly pissed that you were being benched, but, hey, Xavier was being sensible for once, the least you could do was humor him for one night. "But you'd better be here at dawn, Xavier."

Xavier traced an X over his heart, "I promise."

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Of course, Xavier really should've had you promise to do as he'd said because, as soon as the coast was clear, you snuck out of the house, donning a pair of sleep shorts and your Uncle Andrew's hoodie.

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