#i refuse to believe that he doesn't know the power of THE smile

[bingbongsupremacy]

You Fucked Up, Bob

Pairing: Toxic!Bob Reynolds x Fem!Reader

Warning: Y/N use, Fighting, Substance Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Childhood Abuse Memories, Aggressive Bob, Fighting in front of children

Request Summary: After struggling to deal with being a parent, being a New Avenger, and the guilt of The Void, Bob comes home drunk and high, leading to a tense argument in front of your two young daughters Liijia and Astra. Has Bob destroyed his family forever? Is he turning into his worst fear: His father? Will you ever be able to feel safe with him again?

Request from @horrormovielover2000

*Not Proofread*

No description of reader's weight/body type or race.

"Thanks for watching the girls tonight, Lena." I give the woman a small tired smile as I walk into the living room area of the tower. I shrug off my coat, revealing my work clothes underneath. "Hi babies, I'm home." I greet my daughters happily.

"Mama! Hi!" Asta, my toddler and the oldest, shouts happily, sending me an excited wave before turning her attention back to the kids movie playing in front of her.

"Of course. Auntie Lena loves spending time with her nieces." Yelena coos slightly while handing a toy to my youngest, Liijia. "Isn't that right, дорогой (sweetheart)."

Liijia responds with a happy babble, smashing the stuffed animal in her hands softly against the ground.

"I really appreciate it. I'm so sorry it was super short notice." I take a seat on the ground next Asta. Is Bob done with training yet? I thought he'd be up here by now." I look around the room curiously. He said he'd be done before I got off my shift.

"Training?" Yelena's brows draw together. She sends me a confused look before returning to play with Liijia.

"Yeah." Now I'm confused. "Bob told me he couldn't watch the girls while I worked because he's got a late training session with Bucky. Bucky's supposed to be teaching him some fighting moves."

Bucky's been insisting Bob needs to learn some fighting moves in case he's ever trapped in a situation and needs to fight his way out. He has his powers, but he refuses to use them because of the Void.

The Void taking over New York really took a toll on him. I know he feels a lot of guilt still about what happened. He's always had a hard time forgiving himself for making mistakes. No matter how many times I try to remind him that his mistakes don't define him, that he didn't mean for any of that to happen, and that it was something out of his control, he never seems to believe me.

"Puppy!" Asta giggles excitedly at the sight of a dog in the kids movie she's watching. She eagerly pats my leg, pointing to the animal on the screen across from us. "Mama, puppy!"

I gently brush a loose strand of her hair out of her face. "Yeah baby, that's a puppy."

The older she gets, the more she looks like her father.

"He can't be training with Bucky. Bucky's been gone all night. He's been looking around for leads on a gang of mutant robbers attacking local businesses." Yelena informs me.

Did Bob lie?

I feel worry bubble in my chest as my mind wanders to memories of when he's lied in the past about doing one thing, only to be out getting high.

No. Bob wouldn't lie to me. He promised he'd never lie to me again. He went through rehab. He's sober. He would've told me if he felt like using again. He promised to. He wouldn't do that to the girls. He wouldn't put me through that again.

Right?

He has to have made a mistake.

"Maybe he meant John. Maybe John is training him tonight." I offer, hoping I'm right and Bob really did make a mistake.

"Maybe." Yelena doesn't sound convinced. However she doesn't say anything further, instead sending me a slightly concerned look.

I ignore it, trying to focus on spending time with my girls.

I play with Asta and Liijia for a few minutes before going to change my clothes, leaving the girls with Yelena again. When I return, the first thing I notice is Bob.

His grey hoodie is covered with small dark dots, like he just came in from outside where it's raining. His left sneaker is untied and dragging on the floor, the once white lace now stained dark brown with mud. His shoes, which were new about a week ago, are badly scuffed like he's been dragging his feet around for hours. His whole body seems to sway ever so slightly, causing his leg to bump into couch, pull away and then bump into the couch again, over and over again.

His back is slightly bent as he reaches towards Asta on the couch, obviously trying to pick her up. He's too far away though, like he's can't judge the distance correctly. His hands slightly tremble, his fingers straightening and then curling slightly.

"Daddy!" Asta exclaims happily at the sight of her father.

"H-hi babygirl." Bob's voice is happy and slightly slurred.

Yelena speaks up as Bob leans towards Asta further. "Bob, I don't know if picking her up is a good idea right now. Are you okay?"

Bob laughs slightly. "Of course I'm fine. I just missed my girls." His face finally turns towards me and immediately, my stomach drops.

His eyes are glassy and bloodshot, slightly closed like his eyelids are too heavy to keep open. His face is slightly flushed, with sweat gathering at his hairline. His lips are curled in a lazy, relaxed smile.

It's a look I've seen before, one he promised I'd never see again.

"Hi, Baby." His expression remains the same, unfazed at my arrival. "Sorry I'm late." He slurs while straightening up. He makes his way towards me, stumbling slightly with every step. His foot nearly steps on Liijia's small hand, missing it only because Yelena quickly pulls her out of the way and onto her lap.

"Bob!" I gasp at the sight of the near accident.

"What?" He asks, oblivious to what almost happened.

Yelena looks between Bob and I, her brows drawn in concern. She protectively holds Liija against her chest, slightly shielding her from Bob.

Liijia and Asta continue to play and watch the movie, completely unaware of what's going on with their dad.

Thankfully, the last time Bob relapsed, they were both fairly young. They had no idea what was going on, and were too young to remember. That was a little over a year ago right before we moved to Malaysia.

Bob and I moved to Malaysia for a fresh start with the girls. In the US, he was struggling to stay sober. No matter where we moved, he found a way to access drugs or alcohol.

When I got offered a job in Malaysia, I decided it was time for some change. It took a bit of time to get him on board, but eventually Bob agreed to the move and promised to go to this rehab facility I found in the city. He was doing good. Really good. I thought the rehab stay really helped this time. He came home with a better mental state and the tools to cope with his trauma and addictions. He went back to being an amazing dad. I didn't feel like I had to worry if the girls were going to be safe when I left them with him anymore. I knew he was going to take care of them.

Things took a bit of a turn when the company I worked for started making job cuts. Since I was one of the newer hires, I was the first to go.

That put us in a financial crisis. Suddenly, we had a bunch of stress again. Bob started working odd jobs while I looked for work and tried to figure out a way back to the US. Eventually, Bob discovered a medical trial that would pay him enough for us to survive. He was hesitant at first, but we didn't have any other choice. That's how he got sucked into everything with Valentina.

It was the hardest 6 months of my life. They wouldn't let me see him. They wouldn't let the girls see him. He missed so many of their milestones, things he was so excited to see and he that he still struggles with the guilt of missing. We couldn't face time. We couldn't text or call. All we were allowed to do is send a weekly message through the nurses. What I didn't know is that they heavily monitored the messages, taking out anything he said that could cause them trouble. I had no idea what was going on with him and he had no way to tell me.

Bob continues to walk towards me. He accidentally hits his knee against the coffee table, an expression of anger suddenly covering his face. "What the fuck." He curses, stumbling away from the piece of furniture.

"Daddy said a bad word!" Asta giggles innocently.

My heart breaks at the sight of her watching her dad. This is not something I wanted them to ever see.

When Bob is drunk, he's unpredictable.

With his powers, I don't know how worse things can get.

It scares me.

I glance at Yelena, silently pleading for her to take care of the girls for me.

She sends me a stiff nod, clearly understanding what I'm asking.

"Bob," I begin quietly. "let's go to the room." I gently take his hand and turn to lead him down the hall. I don't want the girls to see any more of this.

"What? N-no." He shakes his head, his anger from hurting his leg changing back into his happy state. He pulls his hand away from mine. "I promised Asta I'd play B-barbies with her." He slurs.

"Yeah Barbies, mama! Play too!" Asta holds up a blonde doll in her left hand.

"No Bob." I say sternly. "We're going to the room."

Bob pulls his hand out of mine. "Fuck, Y/N. Stop trying to manage me." His tone is slightly frustrated. "I want to spend time with my kids."

"Bob, I don't think that's a good idea right now. The kids shouldn't see you like this." I try to remain calm. I don't want things to escalate with him. I don't want the kids exposed to that.

"Like what?" He snaps, obviously offended.

"Like you're on something." I reply quietly.

Bob's posture tenses. His eyes narrow in anger. "Are you saying I'm high?"

Immediately, I feel nervous.

"I'm saying we need to have this conversation in private. Not in front of the kids. We talked about this, remember? No fighting in front of the kids." I try to remind him.

He completely ignores my comment. "I can't believe you think I'm fucking high. I'm not high." He denies.

"Bob," Now my frustration and anger is beginning to build at his refusal to listen. "You're sweating a lot. You can barely stand up straight. You're slurring your words. Not to mention, you smell like a mini bar. You've been using. Stop trying to lie to me. I know what it looks like when you're on something."

Bob's scowl deepens. "I'm not lying to you!"

"Then why are you denying something so obvious? Is this why you lied about training with Bucky tonight? So I would leave the girls with Yelena while you went out and got fucked up? So you didn't have to worry about taking care of them?" I snap, my fear getting replaced with anger at how he's treating me like I'm a fucking idiot.

He lets out a sinister laugh. "Oh fuck you. So what, I wanted to go out by myself for once without having to worry about anyone else. I've been trapped in here for months, Y/N, taking care of the kids or training. I don't get a fucking second to myself anymore."

"That's part of having young kids, Bob. They need you 24/7. We're supposed to take care of them, put their needs above ours. That's what parents do. We sacrifice the things we want for the things they need." I huff in disbelief.

"Mama, why is daddy angry?" Astra's concerned voice sends a painful stab through my heart.

I swallow harshly, forcing a smile onto my face as I turn to look at her. "It's okay, baby. Daddy's just not feeling good right now. He's a little sick, but he's going to be okay. It's okay, baby."

"Y/N, should I take the girls-" Yelena is cut off by Bob who's angered even more by my words.

"I am not sick. Don't say shit like that to them. Why'd you have to come in here and fuck everything up? I am fine. I was just going to play with Asta." He spits.

"You are not fine. You need to sleep this off so we can talk in the morning. " I try to return back to calm.

"There's nothing to talk about. I wanted some time to myself. I got it. Now I'm back. Leave me the fuck alone." Bob's words are sharp. Each angry word breaks my heart a little more. "Stop acting like a bitch."

My eyes widen at his words. He's never called me a bitch before. Never. "Robert Reynolds, don't you dare talk to me like that in front of my kids! Who do you think you are?"

"My kids? Our kids. Don't act like they belong to you. I made them too. I take care of them. I play with them. I fucking house them. You wouldn't be living here without me." Bob snarls. His eyes, the same beautiful blue eyes that once looked at me with love and adoration, now look at me with something dark. Golden strands spin in his iris', sending a shiver of terror down my spine.

"Yelena, please get the girls out of here." I ask quietly, freezing in my spot.

Yelena doesn't respond. She immediately scoops up Liijia who's now fussy and on the verge of crying from all the tension in the room.

Asta is watching the both of us tensely, her once playful smile turned into a hesitant frown. Her arms are tightly clutching her favorite Barbie to her chest, seeking comfort from the toy.

It breaks my heart. I have never seen Bob this aggressive before. When he's relapsed in the past, sure, he's gotten a bit angry but he's usually just out of it. He never stays angry for long. This is way worse than before.

Yelena walks over to Asta quickly, sending the girl a small smile as she picks her up too. She holds the children on her hips, whispering reassuring words to them.

"No!" Bob shakes his head furiously. "I didn't say you could take my kids away." He glares at Yelena. "They're fine here."

"Bob, I don't want them to see us fight." I explain.

I know what watching my parents fight did to me. I don't want it to do the same to my girls. They deserve better.

"Stop talking and we won't fight anymore, how about that?" Bob says rudely. "You're the one causing problems."

"You came in high off your ass! I'm not letting you expose them to this shit anymore. They're children, Bob. They don't need to see this. You're scaring them. I don't want them to be scared of you. I know you'll regret this when you someday realize that they're terrified of you because of how you act when you're using. I'm trying to help you."

"You always make such a big deal out of nothing." He grumbles.

"This is a big deal! Bob, you're using again. Who knows what will happen when you combine drugs and alcohol with all the other shit that was put in you! Not only are you endangering yourself, you're endangering everyone else." I begin to pace angrily. "Think of the girls. They need you, sober you. What happens if you die? What if you hurt someone else and you're taken away and they never get to see you again. Do you really want that?"

"I always think of the girls. Don't talk to me like I'm some dead beat dad. I do everything for those girls and you know it! I spent months in that shithole lab, just so you and those girls could have a safe home and food."

Sometime during our argument, Yelena quietly slipped out of the room with the girls, much to my relief. Bob thankfully hasn't noticed.

"I'm not calling you a dead beat, Bob. I know you love the kids. I'm just saying, you made a reckless choice today. One that's impacting our kids in a bad way." I really need him to calm down. I wish he could see where I'm coming from.

"Why can't you just stay out of my business?" Bob turns to walk towards the elevator doors, pulling his keys out of his jean pockets. "It's not that hard."

He's trying to leave.

"Bob, stop. Don't go." I walk after him, panic clear in my tone. "It's not a good idea to drive right now. Please just come and-and get some rest. Sleep might help."

"Stop following me." He warns.

"Bob, please!"

He spins around, his body radiating danger. "I need you to leave me the fuck alone. I'm tired of your constant nagging and bitching. Stop trying to tell me how to be a dad. I know I'm a fuck up. I don't need you to keep pointing it out every time you tell me what I'm doing wrong!" His voice booms powerfully throughout the room.

I let out a humorless laugh in disbelief. "I can't fucking believe this." I shake my head. "I love you, Bob. I'm literally trying to help you. I don't want you getting hurt. I'm not trying to nag you. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I'm trying to fucking prevent you from ruining your life!" I swallow harshly. I feel tears prick the back of my eyes. "And all you're doing is being a dick to me, treating me like I'm not your wife. Like I'm your enemy."

His jaw tightens. "Have you ever considered that I don't want your help? I don't need you to fix me. I don't need your fucking pity, your pathetic sermons, your desperate clinging!"

"You think I’m clinging?" I spit back, voice raw with shock and betrayal. "This is the first time in months. You promised me you were done with this! You swore you were clean! You think I wanted to come home to this tonight? To find you stumbling in like a stranger?"

He barks out a cold, humorless laugh. "Oh, there it is. The performance. You love it, don't you? The heartbroken, betrayed wife act. 'Poor me, I'm married to a monster!' You think you're so fucking noble. You're just a self-righteous bitch playing the victim!"

"Don't call me that!" I snap, my whole body shaking. "I believed in you! I trusted you when no one else did. I stood by you when you crawled out of that hole! I was here when you thought you didn't deserve to breathe, and you throw it all away for one night? One high?"

"One night?" He roars, stepping closer. "You think it's that simple? You think this just goes away because you want it to? You think your love can patch over the cosmic hell inside my head? You don't know shit about what I carry inside me!"

"I know more than you think!" I yell back, throat burning. "I know that you're stronger than this, or at least, I thought you were. I thought you were fighting for us! For the girls! I thought you were fighting for yourself!"

"Fighting?!" He laughs again, sharp and splintering. "You think this is a fucking fairy tale? You think love is some magic cure? You don't fix me, you chain me! You suffocate me with your constant worry and your pathetic 'support'!"

"Stop it!" I scream, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Stop blaming me for your choices! You did this! You chose this!"

"Shut up!" He bellows, voice echoing off the walls. "You think you're so much better than me? You think you're pure? You think you're some saint? You're just as broken as I am, you just hide it better!"

His voice shudders the air, the lights overhead flickering violently. A deep, electric hum builds in the walls, rattling the floor beneath my feet.

Suddenly, a golden glow bleeds from his skin, his hair lifting slightly as if charged with static. His eyes blaze molten bright, black veins spiraling under the surface. He starts to rise, feet floating inches from the ground, and the entire room seems to vibrate with some unseen force. Slowly, black begins to crawl up his body, consuming the man I love.

My breath catches painfully in my chest. Every instinct screams at me to run, but I can't. Painful memories of my childhood begin to flood my mind. The fear I felt from my angry parents floods my mind, sending panic through me. My knees buckle and I drop to the floor, curling into myself, my arms flying up to shield my head.

"Please!" I sob, my voice barely more than a strangled whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for some sort of impact. "Please don't hurt me! Please, please, please...Bob, please don't hurt me! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, Bob. I'll be good, Bob. I'll be good." I plead the same way I once did to my parents.

Years of working through my trauma is immediately disregarded. The anxiety and memories I worked so hard to get rid of comes flooding back to me, hitting me like a freight train. The fear my parents abuse caused that Bob told me I'd never feel again, envelops me, like a tight hug from an unwanted visitor.

He freezes mid-air, eyes snapping to me, and for a moment, they're wild, blind with rage. But then he sees it.

The way I've collapsed in on myself. The terror in my eyes. The way my hands shake over my head, exactly like his mother's did when she pleaded with his father to stop.

Recognition strikes him like a bullet. The glow sputters out, and he crashes back to the ground, stumbling. The lights flicker one last time and steady, the room echoing with an awful, heavy silence.

Bob steps forward, hands raised, eyes wild. "Wait-please, baby, I…I didn't mean-"

I flinch violently, a tiny jerk backward that makes something deep in him fracture. He stops dead, staring at me like he's seeing a ghost.

"Fuck," He whispers, voice cracking. "I…what did I do…?"

I can't stop shaking. My voice is a hoarse whisper. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…I shouldn't have-"

"Stop," He says sharply, his voice desperate. "Please don't apologize. This isn't you. This is on me. All of it." He stares down at his hands like they belong to someone else.

At that moment, the elevator doors slam open. Ava storms in first, eyes blazing, her phasing aura crackling faintly at her edges. John and Bucky follow fast, all taut muscle and sharp focus. Alexei brings up the rear, eyes already narrowed, jaw clenched.

Ava drops beside me without hesitation, her voice low and fierce. "I got you. We're gonna get you out of here. You're okay." She eases an arm around my shoulders, her grip solid and protective.

I can't process anything. The world is a fog of noise and color. My fingers twist into her sleeve like a lifeline.

Behind us, Bob stumbles forward, one hand out. "Wait-please, don’t take her away. Just…let me explain. I didn't-"

Bucky moves instantly, stepping in front of Bob with a sharp, defensive shift. "Back up. Now." His voice is calm but ice-cold.

Bob freezes, hands trembling. "Please…just make sure she's okay. And the girls. Please." His voice drops, hoarse and strangled. "They're all that matters."

John steps closer, jaw tight. "You need to stop talking and listen. You scared the shit out of her. You almost lost everything tonight. You get that?"

Alexei steps up beside Bucky, towering over Bob. "We're going to help you," He says, voice low but firm. "But right now, she comes first. You don't get to be near her."

Bob looks around wildly, as if searching for a way to fix what he's done. His voice breaks. "Tell her…tell her I'm sorry. I never wanted this. I just…I fucked up. I don't know what I was thinking." He wipes at his face, smearing sweat and tears. "Fuck…I'm the worst father…I don't deserve them. I don't deserve her."

John's eyes narrow, his voice sharp but grounded. "Then start acting like it. You want to fix this? You get help. We'll make sure she's safe. You focus on what comes next."

Ava shifts, bracing me as she helps me stand. "Hey, eyes on me," She whispers, gently guiding me. "We're gonna walk away from this, okay? One step at a time."

My head lolls against her shoulder, my ears ringing. The voices behind me blur together, but I can still hear Bob's raw, shaking words echoing through the room:

"Please…take care of them…please, I don't know who I am anymore…"

Alexei's voice cuts in, heavy with authority but strangely soft beneath it. "We will. You need to face yourself now. No more running."

Ava leads me away, my mind stuck in that echo: please don't hurt me. Words I'm sure are replaying in Bob's mind as well.

Bob's last words reach me as we disappear down the hall. "I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…"

I can't tell if they're for me or for himself.

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I felt numb for days.

I was in disbelief. I couldn't believe the fight had really happened. That Bob had been seconds away from possibly hurting me. He's never hurt me.

It was hard to accept that the man I love, the man who once made me feel safe and loved, now terrified me. His once shy charming image is now forever tainted with the memories of his toxic intoxicated behavior.

The day after the argument the team had a meeting with Bob. Since we lived with the team in the tower, this problem involved everyone.

I couldn't bring myself to attend, to face him. Not when the thought of talking to him brought so much anxiety. Instead I stayed in my room with the girls, trying my best to be as normal as possible. I knew they could sense something was different. It hurt my heart for them. They deserved to have a mom and dad who could give them their all. They deserved to have stable parents.

After the meeting, Yelena told me what the plan was. Bob was going back to rehab. He was going to be attending anger management a domestic abuse classes. He would also be getting therapy. He would be staying as long as he needed to.

Bob was broken. He didn't argue, he agreed to it all. He wanted to change. He needed to change. He knew it.

The day he left for rehab I didn't say goodbye. I wasn't ready. There were too many complex feelings suffocating me that I knew would just get worse if I saw him in person.

We arranged a meeting for him the girls, who hadn't seen him in a few days, to say goodbye. They met in a room with a two way mirror so I could watch from a distance. Bucky stood watch-just in case, although I knew he wouldn't need to step in. Bob would never hurt the girls.

The room feels too big. Too empty.

Bob stands there, shoulders hunched forward, hands wringing like he doesn't know what to do with them. His hair is a mess, eyes red and swollen, face pale and hollow. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, like he's been drowning inside his own head since that night. His skin shines with a clammy sweat, tremors working through his arms and fingers, withdrawal digging its claws into him.

When the door opens, he turns so fast it's almost desperate.

Asta walks in first, her small hand locked in a death grip around Yelena's fingers. She's dragging her favorite Barbie by the hair, her wide eyes wary and full of confusion. Liilja is perched on Yelena's hip, big baby eyes darting around curiously, thumb halfway to her mouth.

Bob drops to his knees immediately, hands spread open in front of him like he's pleading for forgiveness. His voice catches before it even leaves his throat.

"Asta… Liilja…" He rasps, almost like a prayer, his voice shaking so hard it nearly disappears.

Asta hesitates. She stares at him with wide, searching eyes, the same eyes that watched him scream and break that night.

"Daddy… you mad at us?" She asks, her voice small and trembling.

Bob shakes his head, tears spilling down his cheeks. "No-no, no, no. Never at you. Never, princess. Daddy was…Daddy was mad at himself. Daddy made a big mistake. I scared you. And I'm so, so sorry. I'm so sorry, my love."

Liilja starts to fuss, reaching out for him instinctively. Yelena glances at Asta, hesitates, then gently sets Liilja down. The baby immediately toddles forward, stumbling into his arms.

Bob gathers her up so gently, as if she's something very fragile. He presses his face into her soft hair, inhaling deeply like he's trying to memorize her scent.

Asta inches closer, her lower lip trembling. "Daddy…you go bye-bye now?"

Bob lifts his head, his face crumpling. Tears streak down over stubble he hasn't bothered to shave. "Yeah, baby. Daddy has to go away for a little while. To get better. So I can be the daddy you need. The one who makes pancake towers and builds forts and reads all the stories you want. You deserve that daddy. You deserve the best."

Asta hesitates, then suddenly drops her Barbie and runs forward, throwing herself at him. He pulls her into his other arm immediately, holding them both in a tight, desperate hug.

"I love you…I love you more than anything in this world," He sobs, voice raw beyond recognition. "You're my light. You're the best thing I've ever done. You're the best parts of me. I promise I'll come back better. I promise."

Asta's tiny fingers curl into the back of his shirt, her shoulders shaking as she cries into his neck. "You promise, daddy?"

Bob pulls back just enough to look into her eyes. "I promise, princess. I swear to you. Cross my heart."

Liilja babbles something soft, patting at his tear-streaked cheeks. Bob kisses her forehead again and again, whispering, "My sweet baby…my girl…Dada loves you so much…more than all the stars in the sky…"

From behind the two-way mirror, I watch through eyes blurred with tears. My hand presses against the cold glass, useless, as if I could stop time and pull them all into one safe, unbroken moment.

I remember him like this: the father who would carry Asta on his shoulders for hours just to make her laugh so hard she'd snort; the man who'd sleep on the floor next to Liilja's crib because she wouldn't settle without his voice humming in the dark. The man who built forts so high they almost touched the ceiling, who'd cry quietly when he thought no one saw him, overwhelmed by love for the little lives he helped create.

That man is still there, I can see it, tangled behind the pain and the demons and the guilt.

Bob finally pulls them in tighter once more, trembling so badly his fingers can barely hold. "Be good for Mama, okay? Take care of each other. Help her. She needs you both so much. Can you do that for me?"

Asta nods through her sobs, sniffling, "Okay, daddy…"

Liilja squirms and starts to cry, reaching for his face, her little fists curling and uncurling as her sobs build.

Bob presses one last kiss to Asta's forehead, then Liilja's, lingering there like he might never get to again.

"I love you more than anything. Always. Always," He whispers, his voice splintering on every word.

When Yelena finally steps forward to take them, Asta clings with a frantic strength, her cries sharp and desperate. "No! No! Want daddy! Please!"

Liilja joins in, shrieking her small, broken "Dada!" cries, her arms reaching for him even as she's pulled away.

Bob looks like he's being torn limb from limb, his arms frozen mid-air as if they're trying to grab them back but he can't move.

As the girls are carried toward the door, Asta's small hand stretches toward him, shaking, her voice high and cracking. "Daddy!"

His mouth moves around a broken whisper. "I love you. I love you."

Then they're gone. The door closes. Silence crashes down like a wave.

Bob stays kneeling, shaking violently, hands hanging uselessly at his sides. Slowly, he lifts his head and turns toward the two-way mirror. His eyes meet mine, as though he can see me, even if he can't. It's like he can sense I'm here.

His lips part, letting out a small whisper. "I'm so sorry."

He doesn't look away. He just stares, his face a storm of grief and love and self-loathing.

Bucky steps further into the room quietly, his expression heavy. He hovers a hand above Bob's trembling shoulder.

"Come on, Bob," Bucky says softly but firmly. "Time to go."

Bob doesn't resist. He lets Bucky guide him up, though his eyes never leave the mirror-never leave you.

I'm left alone behind the glass, my hand still pressed flat, my heart torn between love and terror, wondering if I had made the right decision not to say goodbye.

As he's led away, his head finally drops forward, shoulders caving in like he can't hold himself upright anymore.

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It's been weeks since that night. Weeks since the girls sobbed for their father, since I watched Bob disappear behind that door.

The girls ask about him every day. Asta draws pictures of him, Liilja toddles around the apartment, babbling "Dada" like he might appear from behind every corner.

I don't know if I'm ready. My heart is still raw, still afraid. But I know they need this. They need him. And deep down…I think I do too.

I hold their hands tightly as we walk down the long hallway. My palms feel clammy, and my pulse thrums loud enough that I'm sure they can hear it. Asta skips nervously beside me, her other hand clutching her Barbie, while Liilja hums and swings her little feet.

A staff member leads us to a small visiting room. There's a low table with toys scattered across it and a soft rug in the corner. A couch sits against the wall, and when I step inside, I see him.

Bob.

He's sitting there, perched on the edge of the couch, hands twisting in his lap. He looks anxious. His hair is longer, messier. His face is thinner, eyes sunken but clearer. When he sees us, he jumps to his feet so fast it's almost clumsy.

His blue eyes flick to mine instantly, and I see it, the excitement, the terror, the endless guilt.

For a moment, we just stare at each other. My breath catches. I can feel the girls vibrating with energy beside me, like coiled springs.

Then Asta squeals, "Daddy!"

Liilja shrieks, "Dada!"

They sprint toward him. Bob bends down, arms open wide, and they crash into his chest with such force he stumbles backward, laughing and crying at the same time. "Hi, my babies."

He scoops them up, hugging them so tightly his knuckles go white. His voice cracks as he says their names over and over, kissing their heads, their hair, their cheeks.

I hover by the door, my heart in my throat. Part of me wants to run forward, to join them, another part wants to run out the door and never look back.

Finally, Bob looks at me over their shoulders. His eyes are red already. He straightens up slowly, setting the girls back on their feet.

"Hi," He says softly, his voice almost shy.

"Hi," I manage. My voice comes out harder than I mean it to.

He rubs his hands on his pants like he doesn't know what to do with them. There's an awkward, almost teenage uncertainty in his movements, just like when we first met.

"How… how are you?" He asks carefully.

I swallow, shifting my weight. "I'm fine." It's half true at best, but it's all I can manage.

He nods slowly, glancing down at the girls as they play with the toys scattered across the table. "They look good," He murmurs. "Happy."

"They miss you," I say, softer now. My eyes flick toward Asta, who is now showing Liilja how to stack blocks. "They talk about you every day."

A hint of a smile tugs at his lips. It's small, hesitant, but it's there. "I miss them more than they'll ever know," He says. His eyes slide back to mine. "I…I miss you too."

My chest tightens and I swallow harshly. I don't reply. I can't yet.

The girls run back over, chattering excitedly about the toys. Bob kneels again, reaching into a small tote bag beside him.

"I…I got something for you both," He says. His hands still tremble a little as he pulls out two small stuffed bears, one pink and one blue.

Asta lets out a delighted squeal, grabbing hers and hugging it to her chest immediately. Liilja giggles and starts chewing on one of the bear's ears, drool pooling instantly.

"Thank you, Papa!" Asta shouts, beaming up at him like he's the sun.

Bob laughs, his voice rough, tears shining in his eyes. He looks like he might collapse from joy and heartbreak all at once.

Then he hesitates, looking up at me again. His hand dips back into the bag, and he pulls out something wrapped carefully in paper.

"I…I also have something for you," He says. His voice is almost a whisper now, full of hesitant vulnerability.

I take a step forward, my breath stuttering. I reach out slowly and peel back the paper.

Inside is a small painting. The brush strokes are soft and a little clumsy, but I know it instantly-the restaurant where we first met. The warm glow of the windows, the curve of the little neon sign, the tiny sidewalk tables.

My fingers go numb. I didn't even think he remembered.

Bob's eyes are glued to my face, watching every micro-expression. "Of course I remember," He says quietly, almost like he's reading my mind. "That's where I fell in love with you."

I stare at him, the painting trembling in my hands. My heart thuds painfully against my ribs, so loud I think the whole room can hear it.

For a long second, there's nothing but the girls giggling and the blood roaring in my ears.

Then, finally, I look up at him.

And I know we can't keep avoiding it forever.

We sit down on the little couch, our girls nearby playing with their new bears on the rug.

Bob sits on the very edge of the cushion, his hands clasped so tightly between his knees that his knuckles are white. His eyes flicker to me, then away, like he's afraid to look too long.

I take a slow breath, steadying my voice. "I…I think we need to talk about what happened."

His head drops instantly. "Yeah," He rasps.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, my voice shaking despite how hard I try to hold it steady. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to use? Or that you needed space?"

Bob's shoulders curl inward, his fingers twitching. He swallows so hard it looks like it hurts.

"I didn't want to worry you," He says finally, voice hoarse. "You're already…you do so much. You keep the girls going, you keep us going. You've worked so hard on yourself. I didn't want to drag you into… into my darkness. I didn’t want to damage you."

His mouth twists into a sad, broken little smile. "Funny, huh? I didn't want to hurt you…and that's exactly what I did."

I flinch at the raw honesty in his voice.

He scrubs at his eyes with the heel of his palm. "I've been…obsessing over it for months. Ever since the Void took over New York. I felt so fucking guilty. All that damage…all those people…that was me. Even if it wasn't me, it was still me. I couldn't shut it off in my head."

He pauses, glancing at the girls. His lips tremble.

"And…I felt guilty about Malaysia. About missing all that time with them. I see other dads online, posting videos when their kid walks for the first time, or when they say their first word. I wasn't there. I missed Asta's first steps. I missed Liilja's first birthday. I felt like a fraud, like I didn't qualify. Like a bad dad."

I swallow hard, the ache deep in my chest.

"And… the Void," He continues, voice dropping to almost a whisper. "I kept worrying it would come out again. That it would hurt you. Hurt them. I didn't feel good enough. I didn't feel safe. I didn't feel like me. I wanted to ask for space, but…I felt selfish. You never get time alone either. I thought if I just…numbed it for a night, I could fake it. Play it off. Like no one would know. That things could go back to normal the next day and it wouldn't be a problem."

I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I breathe in slowly, my voice thin but clear. "You should have told me, Bob. You're important. How you're feeling is important. I would have listened. I would have given you space, if that's what you needed. Gladly. You don't have to juggle this alone. I'm here. I love you. I chose you."

He lifts his head finally, eyes bright with tears.

I look at the floor for a second, gathering my courage. "But…I can't lie and say that I can just jump back into how we were before. I'm…I'm still scared. Of what happened. Of what you might do if things got that bad again."

His face crumples, and I watch it hit him like a physical blow. He nods, head bobbing desperately.

"I know," He chokes out. "I know I have to earn that trust back. I don't expect you to forgive me overnight. I don't even expect you to forgive me at all right now. I'm willing to work for it. However long it takes. However you need me to. If…if you still want me."

He wipes at his tears again, voice breaking. "Your comfort is my priority. You. The girls. I would do anything to make it right."

His eyes fall shut, shaking. "When I saw you that night…cowering like that…it was like I was looking at my mom. The way she used to look at my dad. That's my worst fucking nightmare. All I kept thinking was how I'm turning out exactly like my dad, that I'm destroying you. I never wanted that for you. You deserve so much better. And I'm so sorry."

I stare at him, my own tears finally spilling over. I wipe them quickly and force a small, shaky smile. "Thank you. For apologizing. For saying all of this. Thank you for your honesty."

He looks up at me, terrified, as if he's waiting for me to vanish.

"Of course I still want you," I say softly. "I married you for a reason. I'm not going to just abandon you. We're not over. But…this will take time. And work. From both of us. And if this is going to work, you can't treat me like that again."

His whole body deflates with relief, a tremor running through him so hard his hands shake on his knees. "Yes, I will. I'll never talk to you like that again. Never." His eyes flood again, but this time there's something softer under it-hope.

I lean back a little, wiping my cheeks again. The girls are still giggling on the rug, oblivious to the heavy grown-up words floating above them. Bob glances at them and then at me, his mouth twitching into a fragile, grateful smile.

He sniffles, then drops to the floor and joins them. He makes silly bear noises, and Asta laughs so hard she falls onto her back. Liilja crawls into his lap, holding her bear up to his face.

For a moment, it almost feels normal. Almost.

When it's time to leave, the girls cling to him again, whining, "Noooo!" and "Daddy, come home!"

I gather up our things, my heart a strange mess of relief and longing and sadness.

As we start to head toward the door, Bob stands awkwardly, like he wants to say or do something but isn't sure if he should.

I pause. Then I take a tiny step forward and wrap my arms around him, gentle and hesitant.

He freezes for a second, and then melts into it, folding into me like he's been holding his breath for weeks. But he doesn't cling, doesn't ask for more. He follows my pace, careful and respectful.

When I finally step back, he nods, swallowing hard.

I leave feeling…not fixed. But a little steadier. A little stronger.

I know this won't be easy. We still have a long way to go. But for the first time in a long while, I believe we might make it.

[elviehun]

THAT'S THE ONE!!!! 🙏🙏thank youuu!

has anyone posted this patrick pic yet or

[theconfusedartist]

Des and Alex would be soooo domestic. Alex comes back after beating the shit outta infected and Balckwatch troops and just. Collapses on Dana's couch.

They argue over who's allowed to use the controller first and end up watching horror movies for about half an hour before the power and signal cuts out bc all over the island bc they're making sure nothing gets in or out.

They banter over how the movie should or will end, when Des knocks on the door and Alex is all over him when he opens it up, like a massive koala bear. Des is so used to Dr. Mercer doing this, then trying to pretend like it was Des that jumped him like he was losing his mind that it's actually refreshing how Alex is unabashedly cuddling him.

They go over to the apartment that Des took over since most people left the vicinity of Penn Station days after Balckwatch was shooting people in broad daylight and Alex asks "wanna see something I just learned? It's cool as hell". Ofc Des agrees and it's just a montage of them play fighting as Alex shows off ALL of his abilities bc he knows Des won't be scared off or scream, with crashing and ungodly noises of destruction.

Dana peeks in hours later when things are finally silent and sees the two of them snuggled up on a completely destroyed couch (that was destroyed last time they did this, is the damn thing respawning?) and assumes they just got done doing some of the most disturbing sex stuff ever. She doesn't wanna know, doesn't ask, but can't get away without them seeing her and saying hello. It feels like the worst experience every time this happens to her bc she assumes that they're having ungodly weird virus on human sex, and they do, just never the time she peeks into the apartment. They're just playing.

[neunnnnnnn]

Meeting a homeless shifter

I was at a local park the other day, having a solo date when a man approached me, I was cautious at first and was gathering my stuff because I didn't want to deal with any negativity that day but he ended up stopping me and telling me that he means no harm and ofc I wasn't going to believe him, but I did have this feeling that he wasn't violent?

Anyway I put my stuff down and he sits across from me and I offer him a burger that I had bought and he refuses it so I'm like "huh? How comes" then he goes on to explain to me that he's vegan........ And I'm like HELL NAUR😭 this has to be satire, so I point blank tell him not to piss me off because I was not in the mood. Then he goes on to explain to me that he's actually not lying, so I ask him how comes?! Cause like...... I didn't want to be rude but cmonnnn😭

He laughs telling me that he was vegan before he was homeless and has maintained it even after. I also tell him that I have been interested in turning vegan for sometime and I had been meditating, which made him light up and he excitingly tells me that he also meditates and does OBE, so I'm like.... OH is he lying or is he actually saying the truth, so I ask him some questions and he indeed does know A LOT about it.

I gather up the courage to ask him about shifting because👀.... Most people that are spiritual don't believe in it. And he says HE KNOWS ABOUT IT! So I'm like there is no way, he knows about it and he's homeless right?😭. Anyway he goes to explain that he's shifted before but he mostly astral projects, so that's where my question comes in....... how are you homeless and you can shift and do obe? He laughs saying that he can understand my confusion and that he has thought about leaving countless of times.

He looked sad for a sec and explains that he's kind off attached to this reality, which confuses me more so I ask him if it's because he's comfortable with his situation and he just shakes his head. So I'm now confused and I ask him what is it that would make him want to continue living like this when he literally has the power to change it.

I could see how ashamed he looked but he opened up explaining that he used to be abusive to his ex wife and was locked up for it and during his time in prison he was literally tormented with guilt and had "attempts" and that's how he actually shifted for the first time. He said after he "attempted" he woke up in another reality where he was a woman and he explained how everything felt extremely real and he even used his 5 senses to make sure it wasn't a lucid dream. After he got out he got the news that his wife passed away which destroyed him completely. So I ask why can't he shift to a reality where you know everything is okay. But he shakes his head saying that he wants to live out this life the way it is and that he doesn't want to run away from the problems that he caused. Atp I'm quiet because I genuinely have nothing to say but it did make me think of me of how I haven't permashifted because I am low-key attached to this reality and I feel like I want to "achieve" something before I actually go. I also shared my experiences with him and he tells me how lucky I am that I discovered it at such a young age and gives me some life advices that I weirdly have always wanted to hear from the people in my life.

It was honestly enlightening talking to him and I felt some kind of relief afterwards, I offered to buy him lunch but he refused saying that he's okay. I also showed him my blog😂 and he smiled saying that he liked it and thanked me for giving him the chance for us to talk.

There are some stuff that we also talked about but I can't remember them 😭

And I am grateful that I did stay to talk to him.

[krems-chair]

Don't mind me, just revisiting the plot (again) and dying over this line (again). (These screenshots are going to be abysmal, but you'll get the point).

"To stop now would dishonor those I have wronged to come this far."

Yeah he's talking about Mythal (earned or not) and Felassan and Lavellan and Varric...but the way it applies to HIM, too, is what absolutely guts me.

Long post ahead...

Solas realizing that Lavellan doesn't care about how others see him or want to use him under the inquisiton, that HIS motivations as he has shared them are enough for her and worth defending against those who would tell him he's something he isn't. Solas, for the first time, being confronted with the realization that one these new elves he does not see himself in will still go to bat for him.

(Is he duplicitous? Yes. But intent on working against Corypheus? Undoubtedly).

"You came here to help, Solas, I won't let them use that against you."

“How would you stop them?”

“However I had to.”

“...thank you.”

Solas grappling with the fact that it wasn't just a one off, that this Dalish woman being faced with "hypotheticals" he's desperately been trying to get her people to entertain is jumping in head first, pushing back and disagreeing with him but never treating him worse for their differences and always admitting when he's helped shape a changing perspective. Solas daring to ask for help and marveling at the fact that he receives it, that the same woman who asked if it might some day be possible to live alongside spirits, who did not immediately shoot down his critique of THE CHANTRY REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE SPIRITS AS LEGITIMATE BEINGS (GAH), who did not laugh at him for saying he preferred their company most days, this woman, is going to drop time and resources during war time preparations to personally help his friend.

And then, when he is too late and has once again failed someone he considers a friend, he disappears within himself, where he has always gone to exact punishment for the weight of the lives he believes he's betrayed. It almost works, too.

Psych. Lavellan doesn't want him to grieve alone, to stare at the place in the Fade where his friend used to be and think of all he should have done differently.

“The next time you have to mourn, you don’t need to be alone.”

“It’s been so long since I could trust someone.”

“I know.”

“I’ll work on it. And thank you.”

But does she stop there? No. She doesn't chafe at this random apostate who speaks with certainty and unapologetically delves into a past he believes worth preserving, even at the cost of questioning her culture as it currently stands.

The very woman he once thought of as a mistake that HE unleashed upon the world is asking to be a part of his, not because of what he can bring to the table, not because she needs a right hand man, and certainly not because she thinks he has some well of power and intelligence critical to winning over enemies she’s willing to join for "supervisory" purposes (cough cough hi Mythal). She bears the weight of choices that can and will lead to death, to pain, and when it wears on her she relies on him, not for solutions but so that at the end of it all she might smile with someone who knows her heart and the good she tried to do amidst a sea of terrible options. She wants to be known, no inch of her unturned, and worse, she thinks she knows him. But how could she? This is no longer who he is, it is merely the remnants of what he destroyed to make a world at Mythal's whim.

And still she unbalances him, accepts him, wants more. Solas is sharing a personality that brings him the closest he has ever been to his spirit form, and it is ENOUGH for her. Existing as he has always dreamt of is all takes to earn her loyalty, respect, and eventually love.

“You’re an admirable man. Not many people know who they are the way you do.”

“Thank you. Both for saying that and…for seeing that. Few in this world can see me instead of just seeing a pair of pointed ears”

She. Sees. Him. Every part he slowly is realizing he wants to be known for and even a few he thought he could hide. And then he gives it all up. Because he woke to a new world where spirits and elves and mages were so far removed from the role they played in Arlathan that it can only be yet another mistake he caused and must fix, never mind the fact that the dwarves have forgotten why they fled underground millennia ago in the first place.

The friend who tore him from the world he loved, urged him to take physical form? She is dead, too, never mind the fact that she ignored his urging for a different path, nevermind that he killed and tore and hurt in her name because otherwise what was losing the part of himself he loved for?

"A spirit becomes a demon when denied its original purpose.”

“It hurts. It always does, but I will survive.”

“You bound it to obedience, then commanded it to kill. That is when it turned.”

He may no longer recognize where the Dread Wolf ends and where Solas begins, but if he gives up now and permits himself the chance to remember, the pain he caused himself and others means nothing, because he did it all for Mythal and in his final discussion with her, regardless of what Veilguard tries to convey, she does not release him from his position as her agent.

And maybe that's part of why I'm so angry, because EVEN BEFORE TRESPASSER, the fragment of Mythal that ends up in Morrigan could have freed him, but she does not.

"The failure was mine," he tells her, voice trembling. "I should pay the price."

Silence.

"I am sorry." He whispers.

And do we get that "what we did, we did together" psuedo-fake ass-absolution, the one that, if given enough time and safety to put himself first he may have realised he doesn't truly need to pursue the things he deserves, that make him feel finally like himself again? No the fuck we don't.

"As am I, old friend." She murmurs.

Looking through the lens of Veilguard, this isn't an apology, it's a condemnation. It's Mythal tormenting him one more time, twisting the knife deeper, agreeing that it is Solas alone who has brought them to this point, who deserves to be punished. And then she reminds him what they are to each other, what he is supposed to be to her. What he must become again.

"It isn't abuse if I ask," Cole says in his personal quest.

"Not always true," Solas shoots back.

Var lath vir suledin. Our love will persevere.

I wish it could, vhenan.

And so he pushes onwards, spending almost a decade denying himself his true nature and regretting that he ever gave it a chance to come through because now he KNOWS that this world is different and a little broken, but it's a world he could be a part of because of the woman and the friends that made a place for him. It is a world that doesn't necessarily need to be restored as much as it might need renovation, but that is not the world Mythal demanded of him when she let him kill a remaining piece of her. And any solution but that means the hurt of taking a body, of hurting the titans, of time and time again being called on by one evanuris to fix a problem they all caused, was for nothing.

And a Pride of that magnitude, that sinister an origin, has a long, long way to fall.

So he recommits to the friend he gave up his nature for, he refuses to let himself remember that Lavellan learned the full truth of his identity and still begged him not to mourn alone. Even so, he still cannot quite forget.

He kills again. He kills again. He kills again.

He kills a friend.

He fails to prevent the Evanuris from wreaking havoc a second time, wrenches another innocent into his war, and when they ask him about the woman he calls vhenan, he feels the mask stifling him begin to suffocate. But he never lets it fall, because to surrender now is to place her broken heart atop the pile of regrets he's been holding up like Atlas crumbling beneath the weight of the world itself. Because he still thinks it selfish to want the things that make him feel like himself again, so they need to be taken off the board entirely.

And then that same uppity little shit has the audacity to tell him it's not too late, that he can turn back.

"To stop now would dishonor those I have wronged to come this far."

If he gives up now, his entire corporeal life has been a betrayal of many, but worst of all, he will have ruined himself for nothing.

But then she's there. A little older, a little sadder, and still looking at him like she did the night he almost broke and instead carefully removed any suggestion that she had ever belonged to anyone but herself.

"Didn't you hear me?" Her every action screams as she kneels to meet his gaze like he did the day he took her arm (another failure, another sacrifice he cannot let be for nothing).

The tombstone in the fade is his greatest fear, but it is not his fate. Why? She will not let it be. It cannot be his din'anshiral if she is not beside him.

Lavellan may not have understood the depth of exactly WHEN Solas first came somewhere foreign and uncertain to help, but she never once failed to keep her promise. She refuses to let his initial desire to do good be held against him any longer. And when she sees him accept that not-quite-absolution-definitely-more-of-a-power-play from the god that saw what he was capable of and molded him into a weapon, she finds her in to make sure he doesn't walk off alone to mourn again, never again will she lose him to the expectations others have of him. No doubt she wants to find a way to sink the fingers of her good hand into that spectral visage and tear it away like he wishes to do to the veil. But she is not here for Mythal. She is here for her heart, and for the man who has been carrying it since the moment her lips met his in the fade ten years ago.

“No orders to kill, no conflict with its nature, no demon.”

"There is no fate but the love we share." She tells him as soon as Mythal's too-little-too-late platitudes send shudders through his body.

Banal nadas ar lath'ma vhenan.

She forces him to see that the only remaining betrayal is to lock himself away one more irreversible time. All that's left to lose is the piece of himself he cherishes more than his greatest victories: all that he has to gain comes from making sure the love that was given to him at Skyhold, in the moment where Varric saw all he was capable of and still tried to bring him back home, was not given in vain.

It will not be so terrible a place, so unforgivable a betrayal if he can finally dare to put himself first. If, unlike that night in Crestwood, he finally gives in not to break, but to make himself whole.

There's a codex entry in Inquisiton about a spirit of wisdom who is summoned by researchers and only after a very pleasant conversation do they realize they made a mistake and never successfully bound the spirit in the first place, that it chose to speak with them of its own accord.

"I am not certain the spirit would have talked so freely had it been shackled at the time," writes the author of the entry.

I keep thinking about this alongside the datamined line of Morrigan saying, "And so, the Dread Wolf is stopped by, of all things love."

But that isn't quite right, is it?

Because in the end, of course the Dread Wolf could only ever freed by, over everything, love.

[lovetei]

Hello! I love your writing! Are the requests open? If yes, could you do the headcanon MC/reader married life with Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon? (these four are my biases) Thank you! 😘💜

Yey!! I'm answering requests again let's go!!

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Married life with them, how does it go?

Versions: Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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LUCIFER

People know you as 'THE SPOUSE' because whenever he's about to blow up, you will be there to stop him

Your relationship is the type where Lucifer will put you to sleep first then secretly wake up to do his work

Then he will be hit by a flying slipper

Then he'll look to his side and saw you sitting up on the bed

Brows twitching out of annoyance and eyebags under your eyes

You HAVE to be fierce at times

Lucifer is known to be under Diavolo's control most of the time, he works for him.

So, there are quiet a few restrictions on his actions.

He could be fucking popping a nerve and will still not be able to fight back because he has to keep up Diavolo's reputation good.

So you do it for him.

One time, someone gave a rude comment to Lucifer

Imagine being rude to Lucifer bruh

And that person was in a quiet important position

So of course, he has to laugh it of like "Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha."

And que MC suddenly clearing her throat giving the most fake laugh while wide eyed staring at the man like "HA HA HA HA HA" with the most fake smile

Yeah

He's the type to ignore murder but draw the line at disrespecting his spouse

And you're the type to look at him while eating and think "Look at my man, ain't no way he's a murderer."

He is.

If Lucifer will SOMEHOW be charged of murder, which he really committed, MC would hold up a large sign outsid the prison, if it hasn't burned yet, with the words "FREE MY MAN"

To be honest, his whole thoughts on you just revolves around "Baby, you're freaky and strange. It's freaking me out." but continues watching and supporting you anyways.

You're just messing with him

Like, let the man have a break

You're the type of spouse to make a jerking hips movement while he's lecturing you tbh

DIAVOLO

So fun

Just shits and giggles

You don't argue, you bashes his head on concrete and he takes like a man with a smile

One time, he saw you struggling with gardening and he went outside to mess with you.

He asked, "Is this guy bothering you?" and pointed at the soil

You looked at him confused but nodded

Then he started punching the soil

He refuses to do extra paperwork now because he believes you're like those dog like

You know

Those dogs that know when their owner is coming home

And he believes that if he doesn't come home on time

You'll start howling like a pug on anesthesia

Yeah

And your vibes to him is like

"You poor thing." (Deregatory) (Sexual)

But you're his dream spouse

When he was a child, he likes those spouse that protects their BIGGER spouse

And he said "I like my spouse scary. Maybe I'll marry someone like them and they'll kill everyone who's ever said a bad thing about me."

He did marry one

You guys are a power couple though

You would attend the parties on matching clothes, especially tailored for the two of you

And he would be smiling like a puppy and you would be beside him glaring at whoever tries to be rude to him

But YOU know that HE knows who's naughty and nice

He'll deal with them when you're asleep

BARBATOS

"Yes, Baby. Your emotional wall is high and impenetrable. Can we kiss now?" — MC

It's just like that

I don't make the rules

Yeah, he's calm and collected

He's so stressed with you, everytime.

You're the menace and he's the leash

After using your magic, you would be leaning sexily on a wall in front of him

Coughing out BLOOD

Saying, "How do I look? Do I look good?" *Cough* "Was that hot?"

It wasn't.

He stands with his canceled spouse

Like

If everyone else is standing in front of his door, bloodied and bruise

He'll open his door IF and ONLY IF you're the one who knocked, or Diavolo

Then he'll open it

Grab you

Close the door

Open it again

Grad Diavolo

And let the rest of them bleed to death

He just loves you so much

Sometimes... ONLY SOMETIMES

When you tripped on the stairs and a lot of people saw it

He'll turn back time

ONLY SOMETIMES

Maybe not so sometimes

And by the way

If he has to move to another timeline

He will marry you

Over and over again

SIMEON

If you think you can bat your eyelashes at him and get whatever you want

Yes

Yes you can

He's so soft for you it's insane

It's so hot how his ring would shine when the slightest bit of life bounces of it

How it's cold metal would hit your skin when he cups your face and kisses you

How he absent mindedly fidget with it when he saw anything that reminded him of you

He's so soft

Like a cushion

Ready to catch you everytime you fall

He's also kind of clingy

But

Yeah, clingy

Everytime he wakes up and you're not there

He let's out the MOST dramatic sigh and think "The world is quiet cruel."

Chill, MC's in the kitchen making you guys food

But if you're indeed not there

He takes his suffering out on his book characters

Sexy evil bad bitch × quiet shy Boi (that can be a psycho)

He's a 10 but he doesn't mind that you're crazy so he's a 20

If you ask him the "What would you do if I turned into a worm?"

He'll answer the softest shit, "I'll build you a worm sanctuary, and take care of you."

Of course, after he said that you'll look up to the sky and thank father for his magic seed or whatever

[nnakariiii]

saiki k x gn!reader - dating headcanons

Saiki Kusuo, Kaidou Shun

SAIKI KUSUO ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Saiki has never been in a relationship before. The only role model he has is his parents. But he won't act like his lovey-dovey silly parents... will he?

I actually think you're his first and forever partner

You never have conflicts or quarrels just because he can solve any problem before you realize there was a problem

And there are no misunderstandings. He just knows what you like and what you don't

He's almost perfect. The only thing is he doesn't open up quickly. He tells you about his psychic powers only if he knows it won't cause a problem in the future

Kusuo just wants you to know. It feels wrong to keep secrets from you when you actually can't hide anything from him

Besides, he always solves your problems even if they don't seem serious to him. Like, you're sad because you've lost your cute keychain and he uses his powers to find it, acting like he's super annoyed. In fact, he likes to see you happy

Mostly he helps without you even knowing it. For example, he heard someone thinking badly of you, so he changed their opinion with mind control. But if someone has bad intentions about you... they'll never see a good day in their life

He would watch your favorite shows with you even if he knows all the spoilers from your head, he just enjoys time spent with you

Almost all your dates are at cafes or in his room. Saiki feels comfortable this way

Sometimes Nendou, Kaidou and others would ask you two to go have some ramen with them

However, you already have your 'stupid TV shows' date planned

'Umm, you know, guys, I actually need to study, so I'd better go...', you made up this excuse awkwardly

'Don't leave me here', Saiki says to you through his telepathy

'Oh, yeah, Kusuo. You promised to help me, remember?', you say and he plays along as you're ready to leave

But super jealous Teruhashi says, 'Oh, maybe I could help you too? I need to study as well'

And suddenly everyone else want to study (with Teruhashi) too

The date is ruined... or not?

'We're going on a date', Saiki says in a serious tone which made you feel a little bit awkward but happy

Nendou can't stop laughing. Aren and Kaidou are shocked. Teruhashi smiles but her dark thought are full of jealousy

The stupid TV show was actually stupid

KAIDOU SHUN ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Super awkward and shy. He felt comfortable with you when you were just friends even with his feelings but the fact of you actually dating makes him so shy

He's actually really insecure and afraid that you'll break up with him

He likes it when you play along to his Dark Reunion stuff

I even feel like he would make you a part of his story. Like of you were meant to be Jet Black Wing's partner. He would also write short stories about him saving you from some kind of a monster and you will NEVER see it

He would also give you your own bandages of your favorite color, so 'his powers don't occasionally hurt you' when you hold hands (But he's too shy to hold your hand anyway). For him it's a sign that you support him so he would be sad if you refused to wear them

But, seriously, Kaidou appreciates you SO much. He can't believe that someone like you agreed to be his partner. He even thought it might be just a joke (my poor boy)

He also starts to trust you in a while and tells you about his worries and insecurities. He feels more confident when you support him

As I've already said, he would be shy around you. But when you're not around he'll brag about you to his friends and tell them that you're madly in love with him (actually, he is) and he found you cute and agreed to date you (actually, you did)

He wouldn't tell his mom about you at first. She will find it out herself when she sees you walking Shun home and kiss his cheek before leaving

His mom would invite you to their house and say something like, 'I don't want my Shun to be distracted by romance. He needs to study for his exams...', and Kaidou feels so embaressed

You understood everything right away and found a way to please her

'I help Shun with studying and he helps me to. He's actually really smart, that's why I like him. I actually get really good grades... Blah blah blah'. And it worked!

Even Kaidou is surprised by how good you are at convincing people

Suddenly his mom treats you well, gives you desserts and asks Shun about how you're doing

'Will Y/N come to our place today?'

'Mom, stop...'

I hope you're actually a good student but if not... you're such a good liar!

Actually, Kaidou is proud of you no matter what you're good at

He also picks up your habits and hobbies and wants you to do the same

When he finally gets used to you he's really gentle and caring partner who will make you happy every way possible

ok, i guess my type is a psychic person or a person pretending to be a psychic. don't judge me.

thx for reading!

[pwettybbybunny]

I don't know if it's a thing yet or not, but Yandere Aventurine x Talent Motivation Department - employee reader!!!

Yan!Aventurine who was handed in your care when he first joined the IPC. Since the two of you were of the similar age range, and you always had been such a sweetheart in Jade's eyes, she personally hand picked you as the guide for the latest stone heart. The boy all your to nourish and train: to be graceful, fancy, extravagant and make him someone fitting the title of a Stoneheart.

Yan!Aventurine who at first was too cold and distant, barely talking to you, and extremely depressed when left alone. But after seeing you waking up at unholy hours, to prepare for his day, working more than you were needed to for your paycheck, spending time with him in silence even in your off hours, all that just to give him company and make him feel not alone, he realized that your compassion was genuine and you cared for a monster like him, cared for a slave, a killer, a loser, all hell went loose.

Yan!Aventurine who despised his work, the stuffy environment, and especially the opportunist people surrounding him, so he get attached to you, the only genuine person in his life, his lovely caretaker. Slowly starting to grow extremely dependent on you emotionally once he knew you really care for him, refusing to learn how to do his hair properly, or proper dining etiquettes, etc. just so he can be in your care for longer.

Yan!Aventurine who doesn't wear all the flamboyant clothing and way too many accessories during his missions because he likes to be extra/maximalist, no. He does so because he's trying to wear all the gifts you have ever given to him all at once as many as possible, to show his appreciation, and to keep you close to him in spirit, just in case this mission happens to be the end of his life.

Yan!Aventurine who can't believe a person as kind and gentle as you is actually real, as he see you worrying about everyone around you. Helping elderlies cross the road, patching up little kids playingin the playground, baking for your friends whenever you feel like, greeting every stanger you see with a smile, trying your best to brighten everyone's day. Pathetic, you were truly pathetic in his eyes, so vulnerable for any vulture to pick you up and tear apart, a fucking push over.

Yan!Aventurine who soon realizes how much more power he has over you, his mindset starting to getting corrupted with his workplace, and the inner panic realizing how your time as his caretaker is going to end soon. Slowly he started tugging in a few strings to dwindle your reputation in your department through some ugly methods, no matter the cost that now remain hidden is his mind, long forgotten in the future. After all, he can't have his lovely caretaker to be placed with some other no-good person who will only take advantage of you! You caring for someone else, talking so lovingly with someone else, letting someone else lay on your thighs as you pat them asleep, letting someone else bring you expensive gifts as a token of appreciation, letting someone else making you laugh, letting someone else get so close to you.

Letting someone else replace him.

Yan!Aventurine who offers to move in together in his new bigger house now that he was in an established position, just when your position as a respected member of talent motivation department is threatened to fall and your salary starts getting cut short, in the guise of repaying your kindness, knowing damn well how desperately you needed to save some housing money and can't reject.

Yan!Aventurine who was always there for you as your friends and coworkers started growing distant from you, and coddling your anxieties away when mean rumors about you started spreading around, comforting you just like how you used to comfort him, despite being the reason you cry in his arms.

Yan!Aventurine who start taking you out to work parties or hang outs, as your work load started decreasing, and you grew lonely with your friends leaving you, charming his way in your heart, loving the way you started blushing around him, and fully taking advantage by teasing your more to see your cute reactions, adoring how this all was meant for him. Your love, attention, care all for him.

Yan!Aventurinewho gently shifting your 'roommate' duties, to more domestic one, like cooking, cleaning, and anything that was indoors, preferring to do groceries shopping either by himself or together, making sure your contact with others remain as minimal with others for the sake of his own sanity.

Yan!Aventurine who was shocked when you were the one to confess first, his heart beating fast in his ears, face red, and tears welling in his eyes, as he collapse in your arms, surprising you with the hug and the chats of i love you's.

Yan!Aventurine who almost can not believe his life is really true, as he lean against the doorframe, watching as you feed the little cat cakes he got. You now leaving your work to take care of your lover, leaving behind the people who left you just due to some stupid rumors, and now sporting the title of a stone heart's lover, enjoying your life of luxury.

Matchmaker! Jade who always had a gut feeling you two were meant for each other, since the day she appointed you.

[clourey]

˗ˏˋ BESTOW UPON ME , YOUR BEAUTIFUL WISDOM ! ࿐ྂ

synopsis ; phainon wanted nothing more than to be with you, but if there is one thing his journey has taught him, it is that he isn’t allowed to wish for anything. so, it falls upon you to convince him otherwise.

featuring ; gender-neutral reader & phainon

contains ; angst w/ comfort, there may be typos/errors (didn’t thoroughly proofread </3)

the first lesson phainon had learnt as a chrysos heir was that the luxury of placing his needs before anyone else’s was not one he had, not even for a moment. to shoulder the burden of the cruel fate that had been plunged upon amphoreus, he had to be selfless to an unrelenting degree.

as a result, on some gloomy night, in his melancholic lonesome, his thoughts begin to drift. he wonders, is his destiny as a hero just a tale of unending sacrifices? will salvation come at the cost of everything dear to him? would the new dawn, the amphoreus after rebirth, even feel like home? is this journey of the flame-chase just a utopian dream?

“no.” phainon shakes his head, bunching nothing in his fists, “i can’t disappoint everyone like this.”

for the predetermined saviour, freedom was never within his reach. it was an illusion he had deceived himself into believing. alas, despite his efforts to refocus, to remind himself of his duty, yearning was a part of human nature that refused riddance almost zealously.

and what was it that the hero of amphoreus, the chrysos heir bound for greatness, yearned for? something grand, surely. perhaps power, unconditional respect, or even wealth? nothing would seem too avaricious for someone of his standing.

this—this is where phainon had learnt his second lesson. his longing craved for you.

“phai?” a familiar voice beckons, forcing the white-haired man’s back to straighten in alertness.

“(name)?”

the shrill sound of the door causes the both of you to cringe, but when your eyes meet, phainon's expression melts into something closely resembling fondness.

"i was looking for you."

your voice is so mellow, phainon thinks he doesn't deserve this. you really shouldn’t be gentle with him, lest he start expecting that of you in a world that never gives him what he wants.

“and why is that? you missed me too much, did you?” he teases, lifting his arm from the stone railing of his balcony.

“i did.”

there is a thumping in his chest, one he has tried to deny countless times. you answer him so earnestly, as if you aren’t aware that he’s only jesting.

this is a common occurrence; he often tries to gauge how you feel about him under the guise of his sportive antics, hoping in secret that you counter him with such an apathetic remark that it elicits an audible cracking of his fragile heart. he needs it—an implicit rejection that will give him a final push, and the feelings he isn’t sure are normal will have a reason to flee as far away from him as possible.

phainon blinks in succession, each time his gaze lands on a different corner of his room. his lips part to say something, but nothing comes out.

i missed you too, he wants to respond. although he’s unsure if that would sound too desperate—a reflection of all that he’s worked so hard to hold back. in a singular instant, one sentence would communicate everything that he shouldn’t.

instead, he opts to offer you a smile of acknowledgment before he turns to admire the stars that adorn the sky.

“can i join you?”

you ask, but you don’t wait for the affirmative reply you know you would receive. you’ve always been like that. right by his side, without conditions—you expect nothing of him and give him everything.

phainon glances at your face from the corner of his eye (despite the love he harbours for his motherland, he would much rather look at you), something akin to sadness swirls in his irises.

a fear of regret makes his body feel numb, his breath stuttering. he shifts uncomfortably, the movement not going unnoticed by you.

“if.. if something’s on your mind, i’m willing to listen.” you whisper.

phainon looks at you in contemplation, sighing in defeat as a tense minute passes.

“of course you are,” his lips curl upwards bitterly.

somewhere, in distant echoes of an ideal present that wasn’t accomplished, you would be able to hear the faint laughs of cerces and mnestia, laced with something between mirth and adoration. the deliverer was to be graced with beautiful wisdom, full of love.

phainon’s hands reach for your hips, effortlessly lifting you and placing you snuggly on the railing that was previously supporting your body as you leaned against it. you yelp, the suddenness throwing you off-guard that you don’t even realise phainon has already secured you in his arms.

“phainon!”

your intentions of rebuking the man responsible for your current disposition are quickly dispelled when you see his visage, dressed with a rue that you had never witnessed.

uneasiness pools in your stomach, prompting you to call his name again, softer this time.

“phainon?”

he focuses on your partly exposed shoulders, grazing his thumb over the fabric that covers your hips. he bites his tongue, something at the back of his head screaming that this is wrong.

unbeknownst to you, you reassure him otherwise. your right hand rises from your side, guiding his head to lie on your shoulder, whilst your other hand finds his arm that is possessively wrapped around your waist. you rub his skin in a comforting back and forth motion, his muscles flexing under your touch as his grip grows tighter.

“is it.. is it stupid of me to want more of this?” phainon ponders openly.

“no—no, why would would it be?” you inquire; a subtle dive into what is plaguing his mind.

“i’ve—” he pauses, cherishing the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, wondering if the words that leave his mouth next would ruin this already fleeting moment.

“i’ve sacrificed everything endlessly,” he buries his face deeper, hiding, “i have lost so much, (name), i’m beginning to lose count.”

he hesitates, but the way you stroke his hair encourages him to continue.

“my family, my comrades, my friends—and now,” he inhales, “the world itself seems to be on the brink of destruction.”

his forceful chuckle does little to veil the truth of his emotions.

“i’m starting to think i’ll go mad, you know.”

you feel a wetness on your shoulders, it pains you. it takes every bit of your strength to not envelop phainon in a crushing hug, should it disrupt the flow of this conversation that might not ever reoccur.

“i must be cursed,” he hiccups, “everything i have wanted has been snatched from me so violently; i must be cursed.”

“i fear that if i hold you like this for a second longer, i’ll lose you too.”

something clicks in your head, discerning his troubles that weigh heavy. your pupils dilate accordingly, and the corners of your lips stretch.

phainon’s breathing hitches when your digits cease to card through his hair, accepting with resignation that this is the end.

this is it, he thinks, then why does he feel a warmth on his cheeks that contradicts his assessment?

against his reluctance, he lifts his head. there’s tear-streaks across his countenance, you note—albeit not without a sharp ache striking some intangible part of you. the manner in which he stares at you mirrors a plea, like he is begging you.

you lean forward, and he mimics your action until his bangs are tickling your forehead. his finger twitches as you shepherd them to cradle your face.

you’re so close, in a way that is different—more intimate—from your former embrace. the heat from your bodies mingle, creating an atmosphere that tests phainon’s ability to control himself.

“you’re holding me right now, phainon,” you press further against his palm, “have i disappeared?”

“no,” his vision starts to blur, “no.”

he sounds relieved, shutting his eyes and letting his forehead collide with yours. transparent beads of respite soon emerge, the pad of your thumb brushing them away without complaint.

“you’re allowed to want things, your desires aren’t a curse. not to me, not to anyone.”

you plant a chaste kiss along phainon’s jaw, as if to seal your words in an unspoken promise.

“please, be selfish.”

thus, the third lesson undid the teachings of the first.

[bats-and-the-birds]

I've been thinking a lot about Dick Grayson as I often do. Because like You are ten years old, and you've never really been normal, have you?But normal has never really mattered either. And why should it? You're ten years old, and you can fly, and every night your very existence is met with thundering applause and adoring crowds. You're not normal, but you've never needed to be.

Then it all gets ripped away. The crowds, the lights, and everyone who loved you, all gone the second you hear those bodies hit the ground. You are not normal, and no longer in a way that is okay.

You are eleven years old, and you can fly again. Not on the trapeze, but across Gotham's rooftops. You feel more alive than you have since the circus. Part of you starts to believe that Dick Grayson hit the ground with his parents while Robin flew away. You've done nothing but inhabit a corpse since that night, but behind the mask, you're alive again. Alive. But not normal.

You're in middle school, and the other kids like you alright, but they realize you're not normal. You put on your best act to convince them otherwise. It almost works. You play their games with false smiles. You become known for your charm. But it's hard. You have to make them like you, but not too much. Nice, but impenetrable. You're eleven years old, but you've watched Bruce very carefully, and you know that having people close to you is dangerous. You are not normal and you can never let yourself be.

You're a teenager now, and you spend more time in your mask than out. Dick Grayson has friends, sure, but Robin has teammates. And teammates are far more valuable. You have your Titans, and you finally fit in again. Right? It doesn't matter that they're older than you, but you've trained for longer, or that they have powers and you don't. You're still one of them. And they may not know Dick Grayson, but Robin is more complete, isn't he? Robin didn't die that night at the circus. Robin doesn't have to play normal to fit in. But you're still alone. Or, at the very least, still lonely. Lonely, and not normal. Even among aliens and superheroes.

You're an adult now, and your days with the name Robin seem like a lifetime ago. Dick Grayson still isn't a complete person, but you refuse to be like Bruce and hide forever behind that mask. But sometimes you still feel like you're doing little more than puppeting a shell. Nightwing is more grounded. Nightwing can still fly. You're not normal, and you've come to accept that you will never be, but you wonder if you could have ever been. Was it Bruce that sent you on this path, or did he catch you before you fell somewhere worse? Did Gotham make you like this or is there something in your soul that is just fundementally incorrect? Something that stops you from ever being normal? That makes your smiles false? Morphs your natural charisma into a character you play both behind and in front of the mask?

You will never know. It's one of the things that stops you from ever being normal.

[crispy-bonnie]

MK1 guys attending the fair with their S/O

(Tomas Vrbada, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Liu Kang)

i just need to write these down because oh my god they've been stuck in my head for too long

this also ignores canon a bit (cough cough lin kuei cough cough) because i'm delusional and refuse to believe anything that bi-han did was canon /lh [lighthearted]

also not proofread and just a bit ooc , just made this outta impulse

• • • 🍟

Tomas likes to go on the rides, specifically the more intense ones. He just finds the thrill of being tossed and turned around fun. He will do his best to comfort you if you don't do well on those kinds of rides and will even bring motion sickness meds just for you. Also please hold him whenever you're scared on those rides because it makes him feel so happy to know that you're willing to cling to him shdbsb

Tomas also enjoys the fair games a lot, the both of you trying and failing miserably to win the games and simply laughing about it. There was only one time he ever won a game, and it was only because he used a bit of his magic to toss the ring around one of the poles. Even so, it was a win in his book.

• • • 🍟

Bi-Han doesn't really care for the fair. He's only there because both you and his brothers dragged him along. However, he seems to lighten up just a tad when he sees you gushing over how adorable one of the prize plushies is. He wastes no time in buying play tickets and making his attempt to win it just to impress you.

He eats shit every attempt that he tries. Eventually runs out of tickets and gets mad so he just uses his cryomancy out of pure rage. The poor guy at the stall is scared shitless and just claims that he won before handing him the huge ass plush out of fear. Bi-Han immediately hands it to you and just smiles tiredly at your giddy behavior as the two of you walk away hauling the big ass stuffy.

• • • 🍟

Kuai Liang has you on a leash because you get lost easily. Either that or he's just worried about losing you in the crowds. The leash is most likely latched to some kind of bag or belt that you might be wearing. Whether or not it's you or him taking the lead, he always makes sure he's got a firm hold on the leash.

If you get distracted or overwhelmed, Kuai Liang will tug lightly at the leash to bring you closer whilst muttering 'C'mere' under his breath. He'll hold your hand to keep you from straying and as a means of comfort. If you're too overstimulated, he'll cradle you to his chest and shield your face from the noise, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances for you to focus on.

• • • 🍟

Syzoth has had very little experience with fairs. Closest thing he's gotten to one is the Sun Do festival, and he's only experienced it once. You'll have to guide him through a lot of the stuff. He doesn't really like the rides (aside from the chill ones) but will do his best not to projectile vomit acid anywhere if you do.

You two are strolling down the place while munching on some fair food when you spot a cute looking prize at one of the game booths. You decide to use some tickets to try and win one, but you don't seem to nail it. Syzoth offers to give it a shot, scarfing down the rest of the turkey leg in his hand (that both of you were supposed to share together) before trying it out. He wins, like- perfectly, managing to win you the prize in one shot while leaving some fairgoers and the vendor stunned.

• • • 🍟

Kung Lao is absolutely destroying all the food at the fucking stalls. It's a wonder how this mf isn't built like a 1x1 lego piece from the sheer amount he powers through. He likes to share portions with you so that you can have a nice taste of whatever high-calorie junk is being served.

Oh my god and don't get me started on the stranger sides of the fair food. Kung Lao would happily order the weirdest shit only to regret it two seconds later. Except for once. There was one time where he tried pickle drink, which is just pickles in Dr Pepper. To your misfortune, he liked it, and now it's something he whips up at home every now and then. I hope you like pickles.

• • • 🍟

Raiden prefers to just have a chill day with you, doesn't want to do anything intense. He just walks around with you, looking at the shops and such while eating some fair food or something. He doesn't go on any of the dizzying type of rides, and will simply watch from the ground if you decide to do so.

Even without all the thrilling shit, Raiden does his best to make it enjoyable, mostly through romantic actions. Like- my dude will get matching stuff for you, stuffed animals or treats with the cheesiest lines ever—it's like you two are on a first date with how he tries to treat you. You find it adorable, especially when he gets flustered after you return the favor.

• • • 🍟

Johnny Cage thinks he's an absolute legend at the fair games. He's really not, but he will always boast about it anyway. He'll most likely drag you towards where most of the games are and use his fuckload of tickets to play. If you point out a prize, he will absolutely fight tooth and nail to win the prize.

He never does and eventually the vendor gets so tired of his attempts that the guy just hands him the prize. Johnny will probably go on about how he totally won that while you simply chuckle and roll your eyes as the two of you move on. He also will be taking an excessive amount of photos during the fair—but that's pretty par for the course on anything with him.

• • • 🍟

Similarly to Raiden, Kenshi isn't very fond of the intense rides, especially the ones that spin a lot. He just likes to stroll around and chill with you. He also doesn't really favor the games all too much, and if he does play, he's probably using Sento to help out.

Kenshi likes to hang around the animal-petting zoos, seeing as it's one of the few things he really can enjoy with his blindness. The two of you like to play this game where you hold an animal out to him or guide his hand towards one, and he has to guess what animal he's touching. The animals also seem to be very fond of him. Especially the fluffier ones.

• • • 🍟

Liu Kang is kind of a mix of Raiden and Syzoth. He doesn't really care as much for the fair than he does your happiness and enjoyment. He'll happily go along with you around the fair or on rides, except for the dizzying ones. He'll gladly try some fair food, play some games, all to see you smile.

While Liu Kang often chooses not to play any of the games, he's actually jacked at this shit. Point out a prize and he'll fuckin slam dunk that game like it's nobody's business before handing you the thing you were eyeing. He doesn't pay mind to the shocked stares around him, content with watching that grin of yours shine as you giggly thank him. He also likes to go on the ferris wheel—he finds it relaxing and it gives him time to just be able to sit in peace with you whilst the fair goes on from below.

• • • 🍟

[swagyalastorwife]

Vassago, Stolas , Adam , Lucifer Alastor and Vox x Chubby!reader❤️🩵🦈💛🧡❤️💜💥

A/N: hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️ i have nothing to say 😅😅🤔

⚠️Warning⚠️: !! EVERYONE IS PERFECT ❤️❤️

Vassago🦩⭐️

♤ Vassago, a member of the Ars Goetia and manipulator of secrets, has a magnetic and mysterious presence.

♤ When he notices you, he first sees your physical difference as a singularity in the infernal universe, but very quickly, he perceives your discomfort, your unease at occupying space.

♤ Rather than ignoring what you feel, he approaches, his gaze piercing yet gentle, and engages in conversation with rare subtlety.

♤ He tells you, in a knowing whisper, that demons measure the value of a soul by its inner strength, not by the shape of its body.

♤ He lets you know that your presence attracts his attention precisely because you don't try to blend in, and that your difference, far from being a flaw, is an asset in a world where everyone wants to look the same.

♤ When you express your insecurities, he offers you an enigmatic smile and assures you that he has seen thousands of souls, but very few possess your light.

♤ He then offers you a pact: every time you doubt yourself, he will tell you a secret about one of the most powerful demons, to remind you that even the greatest hide their own weaknesses.

♤ By his side, you feel unique, precious, and he uses your difference as a weapon, never as a source of shame

Stolas 💜🦉

♡ Stolas, a demonic prince and astrology enthusiast, is unexpectedly sensitive. When he invites you to observe the stars with him, he quickly notices your discomfort with your appearance.

♡ He doesn't settle for superficial compliments: he gently explains that in cosmology, each star, regardless of its size or color, has a unique and essential place in the constellation.

♡ He compares your silhouette to a bright star, affirming that it is your difference that attracts his gaze, and that you are far from invisible to him.

♡ When you confide in him about your insecurities, he takes your hand and reassures you, telling you that even in his family, the pressure for perfection has always been overwhelming, and that he has learned to appreciate what deviates from the norm.

♡ Stolas shows you that your gentleness, warmth, and generosity are rare qualities, and he doesn't hesitate to embrace you, to shower you with affection, so that you understand that you are desirable, loved, and irreplaceable in his eyes

Adam💛

◇ Adam, the first human and fallen angel, is arrogant and self-confident, but he hides a deep sense of loneliness.

◇ He notices your insecurities, especially when you compare yourself to others.

◇ He looks you straight in the eye and tells you that he, too, was rejected for wanting to be different, for refusing to follow the rules.

◇ He reminds you that the first rebellion is to exist as you are, and that your strength lies in your ability to assert yourself despite the gaze of others.

◇ He encourages you to embrace your presence, to not apologize for being there, and he doesn't hesitate to defend you if anyone dares to put you down.

◇ For Adam, you are living proof that true beauty is the courage to love yourself, and he repeats it to you until you begin to believe it.

Lucifer🦆

♧ Lucifer, king of Hell and the embodiment of pride, has an imposing aura but also a hidden humor and tenderness

♧ He quickly notices your insecurities, especially when you try to be discreet around him.

♧ He then approaches, places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and confides that he himself was rejected for who he was, and that Hell is nothing more than a refuge for those who don't fit into the boxes of Heaven.

♧ He tells you, with a mischievous wink, that greatness isn't measured by height or thinness, but by the ability to embrace who you are.

♧ He invites you to walk by his side, proud, and reminds you that it was your difference that attracted him, because he never liked conformity.

♧ When you doubt, he tells you how he built his kingdom on rejection and marginalization, and that you are, for him, living proof that beauty lies in the audacity to exist fully, without hiding

Alastor❤️

● Alastor, the Radio Demon, is a complex being, both charming and cruel, but he has a weakness for sincere and authentic souls.

● He likes to gently tease you about your shyness, but never about your figure.

● He even takes a malicious pleasure in putting you forward, making you dance or laugh in front of others, so that you gain self-confidence.

● When you confess your insecurities, he stops, his smile softens, and he explains that in his past life, he saw entire crowds conform, and that it was always those who embraced their differences who left their mark on history.

● He loves your energy, your generosity, and he tells you that your warmth is a treasure in a world of coldness and cynicism.

● He reassures you by reminding you that, for him, you are a unique melody in a universe of background noise, and that he wouldn't want you to change for anything in the world.

Vox🩵🦈

☆ Vox, the demon of screens and technology, has a public image to maintain, but he's fascinated by anything outside the box.

☆ He loves filming you, taking pictures of you, staging you, not to ridicule you, but because he thinks you have a natural charisma that others don't.

☆ When you talk to him about your insecurities, he shows you the videos and pictures he's taken of you, highlighting everything he likes: your smile, your way of expressing yourself, your attention-grabbing presence.

☆ He tells you that, in a world saturated with retouched images and pretense, you are authentic, and that's what makes you irresistible in his eyes.

☆ He encourages you to embrace yourself, to occupy your space, and he doesn't hesitate to put you front and center in his shows or projects, so that you understand that you are a star in his own way, and that your difference is your greatest strength

I hooope youuu like iiit!!🦩⭐️✨️💜🦉❤️💛🦈🦆

[616ioi]

❛ #HUFF HUFF! Sakamoto days.

────────── hey google, why can't i stop thinking of my ex-sleeping buddy? .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤿ pairings. shin asakura x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub&bottom character, handj0b, mentions of wet dreams, this is mainly them coming together as one aww. this is mature content, read at your own discretion.

⤿ thoughts. shh they don't know how freaky i really am 💔😔😔

The nerve you have to look him in the eye and converse with him irked him to a sense he couldn't even describe!

How dare you act in such a way.

Shin taps away at the countertop, his apron resting so neatly against his body (not a single speck of dust on that ugly green thing). He feels frustrated.

You're staying over tonight. What if it happens again? What is he going to do then? He's been laying awake for nights on end, thinking and, as much as it hurts to admit, caressing himself.

His hands would curl into fists around his pijama pants, and he would slightly squirm before his fingers trailed over his abdomen. He would shut his eyes and imagine that night, over and over and over again.

He would never, actually do anything. After all, he was in the home of his beloved hero. With his family.

Riiinggg!

"I'm back, Shin!"

Aoi! His face lights up as he quickly runs to help her out with the groceries in her arms. He falters in his steps when he catches those eyes that have been haunting him for weeks now.

You send him a friendly wave.

The blond esper bites his bottom lip, and his gaze wavers shyly. His biceps flex as he walks up the stairs leading to their home.

His face feels hot!

He quickly sets the bags on the kitchen table and turns to the cheery woman. He refuses to meet your eyes. Rather, he hides behind his blond hair.

"Do you need any help?"

"Oh no, thank you very much, Shin!" Aoi perks up with a huge smile, like always. She carefully goes through the products of face masks that you bought. "Me, hana, Lu, and (name) are going to have a makeover night! Isn't it exciting?!"

Shin's smile visibly deflates alongside his shoulders before he pops himself back into shape.

This means you won't share a room with him!

But then, why is he sharing a room with Mr. Sakamoto?

She kicked me out. The white haired man explains. He looks like the saddest pup on the block.

"Uff.." Shin scrambles to find a response to cheer up this sad mode. "Must be tough..."

Did I do something wrong? Sakamoto trails off. The younger boy nearly replies but he's cut off. Did I say something wrong. I'm sorry. What did I do?

"Um." Shin feels sweat form at his face as he squirms uncomfortably. He nearly jolts out of bed as he finds the perfect excuse — "I needa hit the loo."

The esper sighs in relief. Only Aoi seems to get a rise out of him. As his feet softly hit the floor, his mind subconsciously wanders to you.

Have you fallen asleep yet?

...There's no sound. No dream, no image. Nothing.

He frowns before his eyes widen, catching himself. He slaps himself as hard as he can, yelping.

Was he disappointed??

He locks his jaw before rushing into the bathroom, only to jump when he runs straight into you. He stares for a heavy second before breaking out into a sweat.

"Sorry!" He squeaks out, hairs standing on end. You calmly dry your hands with a small, embarrassed grin.

"Don't worry. 'Was just washing my hands." Your reassurance calms him down, but the silence that engulfs the tiny bathroom — doesn't. You seem to think of something.

Shin does everything in his power to not read your mind.

You've been avoiding me.

Darn it.

His hair is spiked up, all messy, from the tossing and turning in his bed. He thinks he looks like a mess, but you? You think he looks adorable.

A red blush spreads across his cheeks before he parts his lips, wetting them nervously.

"I haven't been avoiding you.." You shake your head, clearly not believing him. "Well, n-not obviously."

"You won't even glance at me." Shin quickly meets your teary eyes before they fall unto the shower curtains. The little fishes on the curtain were fading away from all the water, tainting it. "See!"

"Um," you tilt your head, "well, the night you stayed over.. uh, you uhh kinda had a d-dream of-"

"Of you." A look of recognition rises across your pretty features. Shin nods, embarrassed.

I made you uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, shin."

No. Shin thinks, "That's not it.."

Whoops. He didn't mean to say that aloud.

He flushes as he steps closer to you, hands hoovering over your elbows. He was afraid to touch you.

"I've... never been the subject of admiration before." His brows knit together, fingers twitching as he drops his arms to his sides.

Much less of a dirty dream.

"Oh." You swallow nervously.

It's not the first time. You're twiddling with your shirt, eyes looking at the cute bunny slippers on your feet. They were aoi's spare ones.

"H-huh?" The room feels hot. Or is it just him?

You step closer to him until your chest is just an inch away from him. Barely. Shin grips at his pants, his heart beat spiking up.

"I've had many dreams of you," you shrug as if this information was nothing new. After all, he can read minds. It's going to come out anyway. "Many where we had sex even as just friends."

Shin gulps as blood rushes all over his body. What are you insinuating?

"That's not who you are, though." You muse, brushing back his sweaty hair. His skin is hot to the touch. "You want to make love with someone who you have feelings for. Isn't that right?"

Shin presses his lips together to hold back any embarrassed cries. He was 100% sure he wouldn't even be able to form a sentence without stumbling and stuttering.

"Do you like me, shin?" His head bows, but you're quick to cup his cheek as you force him to look at you. Your touch is so tender. He's almost tempted to move your hand even lower.

He hesitates.

I like you, Shin. His ears burn as he stares wide eye, in curiosity? Disbelief? He isn't sure.

Nonetheless — he nods. Once.

It's a confirmation.

-kiss me.. you think.

"Can I kiss you? Please?" Before you even get a proper response, Shin lunges forward. He grasps at the collar of your shirt and pulls you in to steal a kiss.

Your lips taste of cherry.

His head feels light and dizzy when you open your mouth to push your tongue against his. His hold on you loosens, legs trembling as he decides to lower himself to his knees, bringing you down with him.

He can feel you, shockingly.

Every thought, every sensation, every feeling. It's overwhelming. He feels like he's being electrocuted as his pulse quickens.

More. He tries to gasp out loud and he ends up getting frustrated when you slow down. He pulls away, tongue hanging out as he processes whats going on.

In your mind, you imagine a little puppy.

"S-shut up." Shin grunts, embarrassed, as he closes his wet, pink lips. He wipes at them with the back of his wrist, hips rocking gently. He pulls you closer by your clothes before his hands cup your jaw as he presses tender kissing to your cheek.

You smile, curious.

"What's up?"

"You really do like me." Shin breathes out. He earns a nod in return. His body relaxes into you, shivers raking down his back. You pull him into a warm hug, one leg in between his. His hips buck involuntarily as his breath hitches when his boner rubs against your thigh.

"I've never felt that before." He hiccups, stomach churning with need. You nod in understanding. Your hands trail from his back to the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to spot the way his muscles twitch.

"How was it?" Shin sighs in relief when you rub him through his tight pants. You can feel him pulsating.

He bites his lip, hips angling higher to find a more comfortable position. "I could - hnng, feel everything you felt, ah.."

You smile at him, "but it was just a kiss?"

He throws his head back with a groan. The door softly thuds under his weight. "C'monn, quit teasin'.."

A chuckle escapes you as you slip your nimble fingers underneath his pants yet over his boxers.

"Here?" You feather like touch dips over the wet spot, purposely missing the head.

"Noo.." He shakes his head rapidly, slapping his palm over his mouth as his ears burn. He sounds so needy.

Just like in your dream(s).

But even better. You think to yourself.

"What about this?" Your fingers trace the print of his cock slowly, as if you were trying to memorize his.. well, everything. Shin curses under his breath, rocking his hips back and forth.

He lifts his shirt up to get a better view (more like give you a better view, but he'd never admit that). You eye his body, from his pink nipples to the v-line trailing downwards. He tries his best to hide that shy grin that forms on his face.

"More, please." You lean forward to press a wet kiss to his bitten and bruised lips as a reward. He huffs out in response. You pull out your hand to, finally, free him of the clothing, only to leave his pants mid-thigh. Is this supposed to be some sort of restraint?

His chest heaves rapidly, impatiently. You leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his chest, down his v-line and finally at the base of his cock. Shin watches eagerly with wide eyes, arching his hips into you.

You grasp at him, his twitching cock in your hand. It feels so hot, you can't help but tease him with a kiss to his leaking tip.

Mwah.

The action smears sticky, white goo against your lips, and it seems to be making more of a mess when you lick at your lips.

His mouth drops open at the lewd scene, but his heart warms up, too.

How confusing he is.

You hum in pleasure as you lay your tongue flat against his slit, licking up more of his precum. Shin whimpers softly, pushing his hips further. More, more, more.

Knockknockknock.

The sound of rapid knocks break him out of his daze as you jolt up, surprised.

Oh drats! I'm going to pee myself!

"Lu!" Shin whisper yells to you as he scrambles to fix himself. He winces painfully as he hurries to find a hiding spot.

"(Naaaammeee), hurry please!!"

Oh god. He's dead.

[thewickedjazzy]

𓍼𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒘𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𓂃

➵ 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Beast! Dazai osamu x f! reader

➵ 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸: You are Dazai's favourite—an executive who avoided unnecessary bloodshed, preferring to strategize behind the scenes. With your cunning plans, you helped the Port Mafia flourish after Mori's death, and under Dazai's leadership, you became vital in securing the organization's power.

➵ 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: NSFW minor dni, smut, angst, dazai is controlling, yandere dazai?, character death, abuse, guns, blood, SA, dissociation, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, let me know if I forgot any Xx.

➵ 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: Helloooo, this fic took me 3 weeks to finish, I'm always down with angst stories cause, let's be real, no bsd fan doesn't like angst, right? also, ice cream man by raye inspired me to write some parts uwu I hope you enjoy it. xoxo -dividers credits to @anitalenia

➵ 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 6.8k

You shouldn't be crying. You already did beat the man up till he was shaking, but you couldn't help it. You can still feel his ice-cold hands marking your body, a sensation that sends shivers down your spine. How you wish you could express how you feel, how you felt in that moment when your strength faltered. You long to explain why you’re silently blaming yourself, why the guilt gnaws at your insides like a relentless parasite.

You put on these faces, pretending you're fine, wearing a mask of strength that you desperately want to believe in. But in the privacy of the bathroom, you press rewind, playing the events over and over in your head. His fingerprints, like invisible stains, linger on your skin, a cruel reminder of how he made you frame yourself for his sins. Such a pathetic, dead excuse of a man.

The man in question wasn’t just some random thug—he was your crazy ex, the one who had haunted you for years, refusing to let go, even after everything had ended. You hadn’t told anyone about the encounter. What would they think? What would he think? Dazai, with his sharp eyes and sharper mind, would see right through you. He always did.

You straighten up and hastily wipe your tears away as you hear a knock on the door. The sound sends a jolt through your body, and you quickly compose yourself, trying to erase any trace of vulnerability from your face.

Seated at your desk, you take a deep breath and call out, "Come in."

The door opens, and it's Chuuya, greeting you with his usual smile. But the moment his eyes land on you, the smile drops, concern filling his gaze as he takes in your red nose and puffy eyes.

“Hey, you okay?”' he asks with a low and gentle voice.

You force a weak smile, shaking your head. "Yeah..just... pmsing," you lie, the excuse feeling hollow even to you. You get up walking towards him before adding quickly, "Please don’t tell Dazai."

Chuuya hesitates, his eyes searching yours, before he nods, accepting your words without question. He hands you his handkerchief, his expression softening with sympathy as you take it from him.

You dab at your eyes, feeling the wetness seep into it, and then take a deep breath. You can’t afford to break down, not now. Not in front of him.

He escorted you to Dazai’s office, his presence a quiet comfort. At the door, he gave you a final, soft look before turning away.

The office door creaked open, and you stepped inside, the chill of the room amplifying the coldness you already felt. Dazai looked up from his desk, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your disheveled state.

“Rough day?” he asked, voice so velvetly soft that it could melt you.

You tried to muster a casual smile, but it felt hollow. “Just had a run-in with some old... baggage. Nothing to worry about.”

Dazai’s eyes didn’t leave you, his expression shifting to something more serious. “You know I don’t buy that ‘nothing’ act. What’s really going on?”

You took a deep breath, struggling to keep your voice steady. “It’s really not your concern. I’m handling it.”

Dazai’s gaze was sharp as he looked you up from his desk, his usual lazy posture replaced by a steely focus. “Come here,” he said, a command wrapped in casual tones.

Reluctantly, you approached, his eyes never leaving you. He patted his lap, a gesture both familiar and unsettling. “Sit.”

You shook your head, trying to avoid his intense stare, oh god how he toys with your emotions. “I’m fine standing.”

Dazai’s expression darkened slightly, his patience wearing thin. He reached out, his fingers grazing your wrist as he pulled you closer. The touch was feather-light but unmistakably commanding. He guided you gently onto his lap, his hands resting on your waist.

You stiffened, trying to keep your breathing steady. “Osamu, really, it’s nothing.”

Ignoring your protests, Dazai’s lips brushed against your neck, his kisses soft but insistent. You tilted your head, a soft whimper escaping your lips. The sensation was like a nicotine hit after a long withdrawal; you had been away on a mission for three days, and you had missed his touch more than you cared to admit. As his lips continued their tender assault, he pulled your shirt down slightly, revealing the fresh bruise that marred your skin.

Dazai’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. The bruise was vivid, a stark contrast against your pale skin, and his expression darkened as he took in the sight.

“Who did this?” he asked coldly, his voice remained low.

You turned your head away, refusing to meet his gaze. “It’s not important.”

Dazai’s hand tightened on your waist, his grip firm and unyielding as he tilted your head back. His kisses turned sharper, more insistent, and you couldn’t help but let out soft whimpers. His breath was warm against your skin, his lips pressing harder with each passing second. “I said who did this..”

You swallowed hard, the pressure of his words mixing with the lingering sting of the bruise. “It’s nothing. Just...someone from my past.”

His grip remained unyielding, his gaze piercing. “I don’t like secrets. Especially ones that involve you getting hurt.”

The room seemed to shrink around you, the weight of his expectations pressing down. You felt cornered, unable to escape the intensity of his scrutiny. “I said it’s nothing. Please, just let it go.”

Dazai’s expression remained impassive for a moment, then he simply nodded. The acknowledgment was neither reassuring nor dismissive, leaving a cold tension in the air.

After a few seconds of silence Dazai's voice cut through the room, his fingers still brushing against your skin. “The thing is, my love, you don’t have to tell me anything.” He turned to the intercom on his desk, his tone shifting to a cold, commanding edge. “Atsushi, you can bring him in now.”

Your eyes widened in shock, your legs going weak as you tried to turn your head towards the door. It creaked open slightly, and Atsushi rushed in, dragging your ex behind him. Your ex’s hands were bound tightly, and he was unconscious, a cloth over his mouth. Atsushi tossed him roughly onto the floor and announced, “I brought him alive, just as you ordered.”

“Good work, Atsushi,” he said calmly. “You can leave now.”

Dazai’s gaze remained on you, his smile twisted with a cruel satisfaction as Atsushi closed the door behind him. He lifted your legs lightly, forcing you to stand as he moved toward the prone figure of your ex, who was beginning to stir. Dazai’s fingers traced along your ex’s jawline with an unsettling gentleness.

Horror gripped you as you watched, understanding what was about to unfold. You begged, your voice trembling, “Please, Dazai, don’t kill him.”

He merely tsked in response, his eyes cold and unyielding. “I’m not going to kill him.”

Before you could take a deep breath, his voice sliced through the tension like an arrow. “You are the one who's going to do it.” He gently grabs your hands placing a gun between them.

Your hands trembled as you held the gun, the cold metal biting into your palms. The room was deathly silent except for the faint, ragged breaths of your ex as he began to regain consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of confusion and fear as he took in his surroundings.

Dazai’s cold eyes were locked on you.“Go on,” he urged softly. “You wanted him to suffer for what he did. Here’s your chance.”

The gun felt impossibly heavy, and your heart pounded in your chest. You glanced at your ex, his eyes widening in terror as he realized what was happening. “Please,” you whispered, more to yourself than to anyone else. “This isn’t what I wanted.”

Dazai’s smile widened slightly. “It doesn’t matter what you wanted. You’ve been given a choice. What will you do with it?”

Your mind raced, grappling with the gravity of the situation. You thought of the pain he’d caused you, the fear he had instilled, and the bruises that still stung. Yet, the thought of ending his life filled you with a profound dread. You felt trapped, the decision crushing under the weight of Dazai’s expectation and your own turmoil.

“Do it,” Dazai said, his voice a soft command, almost a caress. “Or I’ll do it for you. But if I do, you’ll have missed your chance to decide your own fate.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you faced your ex, his terror and confusion mirroring your own. Choked sobs left you lips Dazai’s gaze followed every movement with a sick interest.

“Please, Dazai..don’t make me do this,” you pleaded, your voice cracking.

Dazai’s expressionwas stoic as ever. “You’re not being asked to make a choice you can’t live with. You’re being given the chance to claim control over your own life.”

With a final, desperate look at your ex, you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. The gun felt like a lead weight in your hand, the gravity of your decision pressing down on you. Finally, with a heavy heart and trembling hands, you raised the gun.

You closed your eyes tightly, the room spinning as you tried to steady your racing heart. The gun trembled in your grip, the weight of the decision nearly unbearable. You heard Dazai move behind you, his footsteps silent against the floor.

His presence was almost soothing as he came closer, but you knew better than to trust the comfort of his proximity. Dazai's hands settled on your outstretched arms, his touch both firm and unsettlingly gentle. His fingers caressed the metal of the gun, guiding it with a measured pressure.

“You don’t need to hesitate,” Dazai murmured softly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “You’ve already made the decision. Now, you just need to follow through.”

The sensation of his hands on yours, the intimate pressure of his grip, made your breathing shallow and uneven. You felt a dark, twisted sense of helplessness as his fingers guided the gun, aligning it with your ex’s trembling form.

“I’ll count to three,” Dazai continued, his voice was steady “And when I reach three, I want you to pull the trigger. Don’t let yourself falter.”

You felt his breath on your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. The intimacy of his touch contrasted sharply with the gravity of the moment. You wanted to pull away, to escape the suffocating pressure, but his grip held you firmly in place.

“One,” Dazai said, his voice calm as he pressed a soft kiss on your neck.

Your tears fell silently as you fought against the urge to drop the gun.

“Two,” Dazai’s breath was warm as he pressed another kiss.

You could hear your ex’s shallow breaths, his eyes pleading as they met yours.

“Three,” Dazai said, his voice now a commanding whisper.

With a final, shuddering breath, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the world as you pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot echoed painfully in the room, and you felt the impact of the action resonate through your very core.

You opened your eyes, your arms fell limp as the gun slipped from your grasp, hitting the floor with a hollow clatter. You staggered back, your legs barely holding you upright, and turned away from the grim sight before you.

Dazai’s grip on your shoulders was a cold anchor as he held you steady, his touch paradoxically soothing yet possessive. You could feel his breath against your neck as he leaned in close, his voice a chilling murmur. “Well done,” he said placing soft kisses again as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling your back against his chest. “You’ve proven your resolve.”

You felt a wave of nausea and despair wash over you, your emotions a tangled mess of guilt and horror. The room spun as you tried to make sense of the scene in front of you. The body on the floor was now still, the weight of your actions sinking in with a heavy finality.

Dazai’s hands slid down to your wrists, his touch now insistent as he forced you to look at the aftermath. “Do you see what you’ve done?” he asked softly, his voice a mix of praise and dark satisfaction. “You’ve taken control of your own fate.”

You tried to pull away, but his grip was firm, his presence an oppressive force that left you feeling trapped. Your eyes darted around the room, searching for any semblance of escape, but all you found was the unyielding gaze of Dazai, his face reflecting a mixture of cold pleasure and calculated dominance.

His fingers gently traced your jawline, his touch both tender and unsettling. “It’s done now,” he said, his voice almost affectionate. “You did great, my love.”

The finality of his words echoed in your mind as you struggled to come to terms with what had just happened. The tears streaming down your face were a testament to the turmoil within you, the depth of your inner conflict clear as you fought to keep yourself composed.

Dazai’s hands gently turned you around to face him. His expression, though tinged with satisfaction, softened as he wiped away the tears streaming down your face. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he carefully brushed away the last remnants of your distress.

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The tenderness of the moment was jarring against the harsh reality of what had just occurred. His lips moved gently against yours, and he licked your bottom lip before drawing it into a passionate, consuming kiss.

The warmth of his kiss contrasted sharply with the icy numbness you felt inside. You felt his fingers trace your face, lingering on the slight traces of blood that you hadn’t even noticed. His touch was delicate, almost intimate, as he wiped away the remnants with careful precision.

Dazai pulled away from the kiss, his expression unreadable as he reached for the intercom on his desk. “Atsushi,” he said with a cold, commanding tone, “bring in the clean-up crew. Dispose the body.”

Atsushi entered the room, his eyes shifting between you and Dazai. He bowed slightly, acknowledging the order before moving towards the body. As he lifted your ex’s lifeless form, the finality of the situation hit you with renewed force. You stared blankly, more tears streaming down your face, as Atsushi carried the body out and closed the door behind him.

The room was filled with the soft hum of Dazai’s presence as he moved back in front of you. He gently placed his hands on your cheeks, shushing you softly as your sobs grew louder. “Shh, it’s alright,”he murmured, his voice almost soothing.

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, your sobs escaping in ragged bursts. Dazai’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. His embrace was both comforting and suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice a murmur against your hair. “I know it was hard.”

You could barely respond, the weight of your own emotions too heavy to articulate. All you could do was clutch at him, your sobs muffled against his chest as the realization of what had happened continued to sink in. You hated him, and yet, in the chaos of your emotions, you felt a desperate, confusing affection for him—a love that seemed to only grow more complicated in the aftermath of his actions.

Dazai’s fingers gently combed through your hair, his touch soothing despite the circumstances. “It’s all over now,” he said softly.

His lips brushed against your forehead in a tender kiss, “He should've known better than to touch what's mine.”

The room was filled with the constant contact of your colliding bodies. Your body arched against the rumpled sheets as his thrusts filled you completely, each stroke hitting exactly the right spots.

" Mmm.. that's it my love, take my cock all the way inside this pretty eager pussy of yours" he growled softly against your skin.

You relished the way every thrust brushed against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure through you. The intensity of his movements left you feeling utterly consumed, your mind hazed and eyes glossy with desire. Your fingers dug into his back, desperately clutching him as he moved with a raw intensity.

His lips traveled down your neck, biting and kissing with a fervent need. One hand cupped your breast with a possessive grip while his mouth hovered over the other, teasing with gentle flicks of his tongue and playful nips at your nipple. The mix of sensations was overwhelming, your moans filling the space between you.

Yet, even in the midst of this passion, your mind began to wander. The memories of the past few days—the confrontation, the guilt, and Dazai’s chilling command—flooded your thoughts, turning the intense pleasure into a distant murmur. You felt a growing disconnection, your body reacting while your mind struggled to stay present.

Sensing the abrupt change, Dazai felt as if he were thrusting into a lifeless body. He slowed his movements and pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting yours with a rare softness. “What’s wrong, my love?” he asked, concern filling his lustrous gaze.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as your voice, though shaky, was firm. “It’s fine,” you reassured him, forcing a weak smile. “I just... got lost in my thoughts for a moment. It’s nothing.” You reached out to gently touch his cheek, trying to convey that the issue was more internal than it was about him.

Dazai took a deep breath and shifted to sit upright, his concern still evident. “You're still thinking about it, right?” he asked, his voice tinged with genuine worry.

"Please, just forget about it." you said, pulling his wrist with a firm but gentle grip. Before he could respond, you pressed your lips against his, kissing him deeply to steer your focus back to the present.

Dazai gasped into the kiss, his breath hitching as your kissed him with fervor. He gently pinned your wrists down with a possessive grip, his lips trailing soft kisses along your chest. He positioned himself again, his cock pressing against your throbbing cunt, his voice a low murmur.

“We can stop if it’s too much, my love,” he whispered as his chest moves up and down with each breath.

You locked gaze with his eyes, “Just fuck me already,” you breathed. You wanted to reclaim the moment, to bury the past beneath the intense passion that bound you both.

He slams his cock into you again, filling you completely. A growl escapes his lips as he watches you squirm beneath him, clearly enjoying the sight of your reactions. His thrusts become more powerful, and he showers your neck, chest, and breasts with fervent kisses.

"So addict to my cock, love? Hmm?" he continues to taunt you with his words and delivers a firm slap to your ass, making you shiver from his touch.

You gasp, arching your back as his thrusts hit all the right spots. “It feels so good, 'samu” you breathe, trying to steady yourself.

He slaps your ass again, making you shiver and whimper. “Say it again, my love haah~ I need to hear you say how good ugh~I’m making you feel.”

“s'good,” you moan, your voice breaking.

"Good" with a satisfied growl, he pulls out. “Now, ride me.”

You nod, your legs trembling in anticipation. As you position yourself over him, he hisses at the sensation of your cold hand guiding his hard, leaking cock to your eager, wet cunt.

As you sink down onto him, your walls stretches to accommodate his size, a deep moan slipping from your lips as you take him in fully. The feeling is overwhelming, your inner walls tightening around him, drawing a sharp gasp from both of you.

His long slender fingers grip your hips, helping you find a rhythm as you begin to ride against him. Each roll of your hips sends waves of pleasure through you, the friction making you shudder.

You lean forward, your fingers fumbling as you carefully remove the bandage from his eye. Your breath is hot against his neck as you whisper, “’Samu, I love you.” Your body presses against his, and with a surge of passion, you begin to ride him at a faster pace, each movement gaining a growl from him.

His eye, now fully exposed, darkens with lust as he gazes up at you. “I love you too, darling,” he murmurs through soft gasps. He meets your rhythm with powerful thrusts, each one driving deeper into you, matching your pace perfectly.

Feeling the pressure building within you, your moans grow louder. “I’m... close, ‘Samu,” you gasp, your trembling hands held onto his shoulders for support as you ride him faster, rolling your hips against his perfect sized cock feeling him hit every spot with his thrusts against you.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he groans in pleasure. “Oh yeah? Come all over my cock, love,” beads of sweat rolling down his temples, his words sending you spiraling closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you through the overwhelming waves of pleasure as your body trembles in his grasp.

The coil inside you finally snaps, releasing a wave of ecstasy that washes over you. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming, ah~ hmm~,” you cry out, your body going numb from the overwhelming pleasure. Your juices flow freely, spilling down and coating his cock as his thrusts become more intense, shaking your body upwards.

Dazai's growls of satisfaction mix with your moans as he thrusts upward forcefully, riding out his own climax. His body shudders with the release, and he moans loudly, his pleasure echoing through the room.

As the intense waves of pleasure begin to subside, Dazai slowly pulls out, his breath heavy and ragged. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close tenderly. The warmth of his embrace soothes you, bringing a sense of comfort and safety as you both calm down from your shared high. His fingers gently caress circles on your back, his breathing gradually steadying as he murmurs softly into your ear, “God, you did so well, my love.”

You watch him as he gets up, stretching slightly before heading towards the bathroom, the soft hum of water barely filling the room as he turns on the shower. The warmth of the bed still lingers around you, but it does little to quell the chill creeping into your thoughts.

Your mind drifts back to that moment a few days ago. The weight of the gun in your hand, the resistance of the trigger as you squeezed it—it's all so vivid, so real, that it feels as if you're still there, frozen in that moment. You can almost hear the echoes of the shot ringing in your ears, see the flash of surprise in his eyes as life slipped away from him.

You shake your head, trying to dispel the images, but they cling stubbornly, refusing to let go.

He calls your name from the shower, his voice gentle, inviting, yet tinged with concern when you don’t respond immediately. The sound is almost enough to pull you back, but your mind remains caught in that dark place, replaying the scene over and over.

"My love?" another call, softer this time, as he pushes the already ajar bathroom door further open to check on you. His presence pulls you back just enough to acknowledge him, to let the past slip away—at least for now.

His eyes meet yours, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?”

You nod, forcing yourself to sit up. “I’m fine,” You managed to get off the bed, the cool air brushing against your naked skin, grounding you somewhat.

As you step into the bathroom, your body moves on autopilot, but your mind remains distant. You tell yourself that in a week or so, the memory will fade, that the guilt will lessen, that you’ll forget. But deep down, you know it's just another lie you’re feeding yourself, another attempt to bury the truth under layers of denial.

He steps aside to let you join him under the warm cascade of water, his arms wrapping around you as he senses your unease. “Hey,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “you’re safe with me, my love.”

You nod, leaning into his embrace, but the words feel hollow, the comfort fleeting. The water washes over you, warm and soothing, but it can’t cleanse the darkness that lingers within.

You stood in front of the mirror, the dim light casting shadows on your face. Your reflection stared back at you, hollow eyes and a face pale from sleepless nights. The trauma of the past week weighed heavily on you, the memory of the blood-soaked room and the desperate cries of your ex replaying in your mind over and over again.

It had been a week since that horrifying event, but still the memory still clung to your mind like a stubborn stain. Dazai had been more affectionate than usual since then, uncharacteristically tender in his way.

The intimacy between you had taken on a new, softer turn, the moments shared tinged with an almost fragile gentleness. His eyes, once so sharp, now held an unsettling softness, as if he were trying to erase the darkness with his own brand of twisted comfort.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were trapped—caught in a web he’d spun so intricately that you hadn’t even noticed until it was too late.

You had tried to bury the memory, to push it away with every ounce of strength you had. But it never really left, lurking in the corners of your mind—what you had been forced to do.

You needed a break, a breath of fresh air, anything to push back the suffocating fog that had taken over your mind. So, you grabbed your coat, slipped into your favourite boots, and stepped out of your apartment, clinging to the hope of finding some shred of normalcy.

The bar was a refuge, a place where the world’s harsh edges seemed to dull. It was where you went to forget, even if only for a little while. As you walked through the door, the familiar clink of glasses and murmur of conversation welcomed you. The warmth inside, the smoky haze and soft jazz music they all played a part into easing you up even for a bit.

You made your way to the bar, your usual seat already occupied. The bartender greeted you with a nod, his understanding gaze a small comfort. You ordered your drink and settled into your chair, trying to shake off the lingering heaviness from the past week.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you from your thoughts. You picked it up and saw a message from Chuuya: "Hey, just checking in. Are you okay? I’m worried about you."

You typed back: "I’m fine, just needed some time to clear my head. At the bar now, trying to relax a bit." You hit send and put your phone down, taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

That's when you heard a familiar voice. You looked up and saw Kaito standing there, a surprise that made your heart skip. It had been years since you last saw him. He was the one who had helped you escape from your ex's grip, the only person who had reached out to pull you from that nightmare.

“Hey..." he said, his voice warm but edged with worry. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You gestured to the empty seat beside you. “Sit. I could use the company.”

Kaito slid into the chair, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “You look... different. Is everything okay?”

The question was like a trigger, a floodgate that opened the dam of your emotions. You looked away, taking a deep breath. “It’s been... a rough week.”

He looked at you concerned, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he ordered a drink, and the two of you sat in silence for a while, before he broke the silence.

“I heard your ex went missing. I just wanted to check in...uh...make sure you’re alright. I know how much he hurt you.”

The mention of your ex was like a punch to the gut, the memory of that night resurfacing with cruel clarity. You struggled to keep your composure, taking a sip of your drink to steady yourself. “I... I don’t know what happened to him.”

Kaito’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. “I just wanted to make sure he’s not plotting anything or trying to reach you again. I know what he put you through.”

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. “Thank you...but seriously I don't know anything about him.”

Before Kaito could respond, your phone buzzed again. You glanced at it and saw a new message from Chuuya: “If you need anything, I’m here for you.”

You were about to reply when Kaito’s voice broke through your thoughts. “ You okay? You seem a bit lost."

You forced a smile, brushing off the concern. “It’s nothing. I just needed a bit of air.”

You stood up, glancing at Kaito. “It was really nice seeing you after all tonight.”

You placed a few yen on the bar as a tip and offered Kaito a final, appreciative look before heading towards the door. Stepping out into the cool night air, you took a deep breath, hoping the walk would clear your head. Hearing the door swung shut behind you.

The crisp breeze brushed against your face as you began walking down the pavement, each step attempting to ground you in the present, you tried to focus on the rhythmic sound of your footsteps, letting the chill seep through your coat and numb your thoughts.

Just as you were beginning to lose yourself in the soothing cadence of the night, a familiar voice cut through the silence, sending a shiver down your spine. It was a voice you knew too well, one that you loved the most—Dazai’s.

Turning slowly, you saw him standing there, his figure framed by the dim streetlights.

“Out for a late-night stroll?” His voice was low and smooth so so smooth.

"Osamu" You whispered his name, barely audible over the street noise, as he approached you. His tall frame seemed to shield you from the harsh cold breeze that had been nipping at your skin.

His arms reached out, pulling you into a desperate, intense embrace. The warmth of his body pierced through the biting cold of the night. You closed your eyes, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his captivating perfume that you were addicted to.

“How are you feeling, my love?” the vibrations of his soft voice soothed you.

You murmured a reply, “Fine,” nuzzling your face into his warm chest. His coat offered a cocoon of comfort against the cold. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that both soothed and troubled you. His soft, cold lips brushed gentle kisses against your hairline, each touch leaving you wanting more.

Dazai’s gaze softened as he tilted your head gently, his fingers brushing against your cheeks with tender.

His lips, still cold from the evening air, found yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. The sensation was electric, a jolt of warmth that spread through you, making you forget the cold that had been clinging to you just moments before.

Your lips parted slightly, and you felt his bottom lip against yours, his kiss deepening as he traced a path of warmth across your mouth. His hands roamed softly over your body, every touch sending shivers down your spine.

When he pulled away, his eyes bore into yours filled with affection. “I’ve got a surprise for you, my love,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips.

“A surprise?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper as your heart fluttered. The night’s chill seemed to dissipate as you gazed up at him, eager to discover what he had under his sleeve.

Dazai’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he said, “Follow me, my love.” He guided you through the city streets, leading you to his penthouse—an opulent space you were intimately familiar with. As you entered, the familiar strains of soft jazz filled the room, its soothing melodies filled your ears.

You shrugged off your coat and sank into the nearby couch, glancing up at him curious.

“You know how much I cherish you, don’t you?”

You nodded, a shiver running down your spine. What is he intending to do?

“And you remember when I swore to protect you with my life, back when we shared our first night together?” His eyes bore into yours, searching for affirmation.

Again, you nodded, feeling a knot of unease tightening in your stomach.

He reached out and took your hand, leading you to a door you had never entered before. He typed in a series of digits, and the door slid open with a soft whoosh. What lay beyond sent a jolt of shock through you: Kaito, tied up against the wall with chains, his eyes wide with fear.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at the scene in disbelief.

Dazai’s gaze on you never wavered. “You recognize him, don’t you? The one who claimed to be your savior,” he said, his voice carrying an edge of derision. “Kaito, the one who helped you escape. Such a noble act, don’t you think?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at the sight before you. “No... no, this can’t be real,” you stammered, the words spilling from your lips in a disbelieving murmur. “This isn’t happening. Not again.”

Dazai stepped closer, his expression both smug and infuriatingly calm. “Isn’t it? How often have you been deceived by those who promised you protection and safety? This was no different.”

You shook your head, trying to process the absurdity of it all. “But Kaito—he was different! He helped me when I needed it most. You don't understand he's the only one who saved me from my ex.”

The disillusionment in your voice only seemed to amuse Dazai. “And you think that makes him any less of a threat? How easily you’ve been misled. Did you ever consider that he was simply another pawn in your ex’s game? A way to keep you within his reach?”

Your gaze shifted to Kaito, who was now looking at you with desperation. The realization that Dazai might be telling the truth hit you like a physical blow. “No, he can’t be. He was... he was kind to me. He never hurt me.”

Dazai’s gaze was unrelenting, his tone dripping with cold logic. “Kindness can be deceiving. Sometimes, it’s just a means to an end. Kaito’s actions were a calculated move, meant to keep you under control, to make you trust him while feeding information to your ex.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you faced Dazai, the weight of his words crushing you. “You’re... you’re insane! You can’t do this to me again. STOP IT STOP HURTING ME!”

Dazai’s hand reached up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were cold and unyielding, the warmth of his voice now a sharp contrast to the icy anger in his eyes. “I’m not insane. I’m showing you the truth, my love. Kaito was never your friend. If you don’t make a choice now, I will choose for you.”

The room seemed to close in around you, your heart pounding wildly. You were ensnared between the echoes of your past and the oppressive reality Dazai had crafted, desperately searching for an escape from the nightmare he had ensnared you in.

Dazai's lips curved into a passionate smile as he placed the cold, heavy gun into your trembling hands. The weapon, tainted with the blood of your ex, seemed to burn with its own malevolent energy. His eyes gleamed with a twisted sense of pride.

“Come on, my love,” he urged, his voice laced with a seductive intensity. “Take control of your own life. Show everyone that you’re not someone to be trifled with. Make them fear you. No one dares to hurt you again.”

His words echoed through the room, mingling with the suffocating tension that surrounded you. The weight of the gun felt like a cruel burden, a symbol of the power Dazai was forcing upon you.

As you looked at Kaito, bound and vulnerable, a storm of emotions raged inside you. Dazai’s gaze remained unwavering, his expectations clear: the choice was yours to make, but his influence loomed over every decision.

The gun felt like a leaden weight in your hands, the reality of the situation crashing down upon you. Tears streamed down your face as you crumpled, the gun slipping from your grasp and clattering to the floor. Your voice, choked with despair, broke through the oppressive silence.

“I can’t do this again... not again,” you sobbed, shaking your head furiously. You pulled your legs to your chest, curling up in a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the cruelty of Dazai’s demands.

Dazai’s expression shifted from steely determination to a weary sigh. With a resigned shake of his head, he stepped forward, reclaiming the gun from where it had fallen. His movements were deliberate, almost tender, as he aimed it at Kaito, who stared back in terror.

Three shots rang out, each one echoing with finality. The sound was deafening, reverberating through the room and drowning out your anguished cries. The finality of the act left you in stunned silence, your body trembling as you remained huddled on the floor, the gravity of what had just occurred sinking in.

“No... you didn’t...” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Your eyes were fixed on the lifeless form of Kaito, disbelief and anguish washing over you.

Dazai’s sigh was heavy with disappointment as he shook his head slowly. “I’m disappointed in you, my love,” he said, his voice carrying a cold edge. “You couldn’t take control of your life this time. You think I’m the one hurting you? They’re the ones who’ve been hurting you all along.”

His gaze was unwavering, a mixture of pity and resolve in his eyes as he stepped closer. “I did this to protect you from them, to ensure that you’re never vulnerable again. It’s always been about keeping you safe from those who would harm you. I did what was necessary to shield you from your past.”

You shook your head violently, the world around you spinning as you scrambled to your feet. Adrenaline surged through your veins, propelling you to the door. You flung it open and sprinted down the hall, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Where are you going my love, please come back.” His footsteps pounded after you. “Don’t do this. I love you! This is meaningless—everything I did was to protect you!”

But you couldn’t bear to hear him anymore. “I want to stay away from you!” you screamed, your voice cracking with raw desperation.

You burst out of his penthouse and into the cold night air, the chill biting at your exposed skin. Your vision blurred with tears, making the city lights shimmer and swirl. You fumbled for your phone, dialing Chuuya’s number with trembling fingers.

The line rang a few times before a sleepy voice answered, muffled by grogginess. “Chuuya...” you gasped between breaths. “I—I'm leaving. I—will run away from here. He did it again, Chuuya.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by Chuuya’s urgent voice, now fully awake. “Where are you? Are you safe? Just stay on the line. I’m coming to get you.”

Your voice trembled as you spoke into the phone, trying to keep your words steady despite the panic swelling inside you. “Chuuya, no… don’t come. Please. I don’t want you to get into trouble. I’ll… I’ll manage to get away by myself.”

Chuuya’s voice was firm and insistent. “Don’t be stupid. I’m coming. Just tell me where you are.”

You forced yourself to keep moving, trying to steady your breath despite the adrenaline coursing through you. “Chuuya, listen to me,” you said, your voice shaking. “I just called to let you know. I need you to stay out of this. It’s too dangerous. I can’t risk you getting hurt because of me.”

“I don’t like this at all. You’re obviously not okay. I need to be there with you.” You could hear the sounds of him hurriedly getting dressed in the background.

“I’m sorry, Chuuya, but I can't-” you said firmly.

Before he could protest further, you ended the call, the sound of the disconnect echoing in the quiet of the night.

You made your way through the winding streets, heading towards a nondescript building nestled away from prying eyes. It had been your refuge years before, a place where you could escape the chaos and find peace in solitude. Now, it was the final sanctuary you turned to as you prepared to leave everything behind.

The old studio was just as you remembered it—dusty but comforting, filled with the quiet hum of memories. You approached the closet where you had stored a suitcase, its worn exterior a testament to its many years of service. You opened it, the familiar smell of old leather and fabric greeting you.

With calculated movements, you began packing the clothes you’d kept from simpler times—soft sweaters, faded jeans, and a few cherished pieces that held fragments of your past. Each item you folded and placed into the suitcase carried a piece of who you used to be, the person you were before the mafia and before Dazai.

As you worked, the thought of leaving Dazai behind gnawed at you, filling you with an intense, suffocating agony. Despite everything he had done, the idea of severing ties with him was a painful wrenching of the heart. Yet, the realization that staying would only bring more torment drove you to continue, each movement of packing a silent affirmation of your resolve.

You zipped up the suitcase, the sound of the closure echoing in the empty room. The decision to leave the city and all its shadows behind was a heavy one, but necessary. With a final glance around the studio, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the journey ahead. The train would take you far from this place, and despite the heartache, you knew it was the only way forward.

Before you could make another move, a voice cut through the silence of the studio. "My love, are you leaving me?" The words were laced with a deep sadness, sending a jolts all over your body.

You spun around, disbelief etched across your face. "How did you find me?" you demanded, your voice trembling.

Dazai stood in the doorway with a hurt expression written all over his face.

He stepped closer sighing, "The bracelet,” he said quietly, holding up your wrist to reveal the piece of jewelry you had thought was a mere token of affection given to you two years ago. “It has a tracker embedded in it. I had it activated in case you were ever in danger.”

The weight of his words hit you like a physical blow. The realization that he had been monitoring you all along, even in your attempts to escape, left you reeling. You stared at him, your resolve faltering but your heart aching with an overwhelming confusion.

“Why did you have to follow me?” you asked, your voice cracking. “Why can’t you just let me go?”

He took another step closer, his gaze pleading. “Because I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I know you're probably thinking that I’m just some insane man who’s only hurting you. But you have to understand, my actions come from a place of deep love. I need you to see past the madness and understand how much you mean to me.”

"Is this how you show love, Dazai? By trapping me and manipulating me?" you said, your voice trembling. "You don't get to decide what's best for me by controlling every aspect of my life."

Dazai's expression softened, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. “I know I’ve made mistakes. I’m twisted and flawed, but I thought... I thought that if I could keep you close, I could protect you from everything else. I never wanted to hurt you.”

You shook your head, the finality of your decision settling in. “You’ve hurt me more than you know. I can’t stay here. I can't stay anxious, wondering who you’ll force me to kill next.”

Dazai’s eyes grew darker, his voice tainted with desperation. “I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I was protecting you. Everything I did was to keep you safe in comtrol of your own life, even if it means making terrible choices.”

You scoffed, “Safe? You forced me to kill my ex! And then Kaito?”

Dazai’s face tightened. “He was a traitor. He manipulated you all this time. I told you.”

“Even if!” you shot back, your voice trembling with anger. “Do you think I wanted them dead? I never wanted any of this! You think you’re protecting me, but all you’re doing is turning my life into a nightmare, forcing me to make impossible choices.”

He reached out, but you flinched away. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice cracking with uncharacteristic vulnerability. “I know I’ve gone too far. I only wanted to protect you, but I see now that I’ve lost sight of what’s right.”

The realization hit you hard. “Lost sight of what’s right? You’ve lost sight of everything that matters. I’m leaving, Dazai. I can’t stay here any longer.”

He looked at you, his eyes filled with pain, that you've never seen before, “Please, don’t go. I’ll do anything to make this right. Just... stay and let me fix this.”

You shook your head, “It’s too late. I can’t trust you anymore. I need to get away from this life, from you. Goodbye, Dazai.”

Turning around you held the suitcase tightly, your hand shaking as you reached for the door. Just as you were about to open it, the sharp click of a gun safety being disengaged froze you in place.

You turned slowly, your eyes widening in horror as you saw Dazai standing there. The cold, manipulative mafia boss you had come to fear and loathe was now a broken man, his usual confident demeanor shattered. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat of his desperate resolve.

The gun was pressed against his temple, his hand trembling slightly. His gaze was locked onto you, the anguish in his eyes more raw than you’d ever seen. The sight was a gut-wrenching contrast to the man you had known—this was not the calculating Dazai but a man at the edge of his sanity, driven to an extreme.

“Don’t... don’t do this,” you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper. “Dazai, put the gun down.”

His tears fell faster, “If you leave, I can’t bear it. I’d rather end it all than live with the fact that I lost you.”

You took a step toward him, the suitcase slipping from your grip as fear and heartbreak twisted inside you. “Dazai, please. Put the gun down. We can figure this out.”

His voice trembled, a fragile whisper on the brink of breaking. “I never valued life until you entered mine. If you choose to leave, then I too must follow.”

You rushed towards him, heart pounding with desperation. As you approached, you gently took the gun from his trembling hand, lowering it to the floor. His body crumpled, and he collapsed into your embrace, clutching you tightly as if afraid you might vanish.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you whispered soothingly, your own voice trembling as you tried to calm him. You stroked his brunet soft hair gently, your heart aching as you held him close. “It’s okay. I’m here. We’ll figure this out together.”

His sobs were muffled against your shoulder, his breath hot and uneven as he clung to you. " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry I'm sorry.”

You continued to soothe him, the weight of his despair pressing heavily on your chest. You could see through his anguish, past the facade of his calculated mind to the raw, broken man beneath. Even as his twisted personality had driven him to force your hand, there was no denying the genuine love he felt—a love that, despite its darkness, was deeply real.

The room, dim and cold, was filled with the sound of his muffled sobs, each breath a testament to his remorse and anguish. You held him tightly, trying to offer comfort, though your own heart ached with uncertainty. You knew too well the manipulative games he played, but in this moment, you could see the truth in him. His despair was not a ploy, but a genuine expression of his torment and love.

Gently, you reached up and removed the soaked bandage from his eye. His gaze locked onto yours, filled with a sorrow so profound it was almost unbearable. His face was etched with the pain of his past actions, and as you held him, you admired his beautiful brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw and fragile. “I’ll never do this again. I promise. I never wanted to hurt you. I was desperate, and I let my own twisted mind control me. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’ll do everything to make this right. Please... stay with me.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerable man who had been pushed to extremes. The cold dim room seemed to shrink around you, the shadows of his past mistakes lingering but overshadowed by his sincere apology. You took a deep breath, your own heart softening despite the pain.

“I’m here,” you whispered back, your voice was soothing him.

He nodded against your shoulder, his sobs gradually subsiding as he clung to you.

“Despite everything... despite your scheming and the cold, manipulative persona you put up, you have no idea how much I love you,” you whispered, the words heavy with the depth of your emotions.

Dazai’s eyes softened as he met your gaze, his voice trembling as he replied, “I love you too, my dear.”

With those words, he kissed you softly, his lips warm and tender against yours. The delicate caress of his kiss pulled you closer, making you surrender to the embrace he offered. In that fleeting moment, the outside world faded away, leaving only the solace of his arms and the twisted love you shared.

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Hi again ✌🏻, could I make an order for Hiccup Haddock x male reader? In which at the beginning they are at the end of the first movie and, like what happened to Hiccup's mother, a dragon kidnaps the male reader because he liked it (this dragon can be a woolly howl? 🥺 Almost no one knows this dragon). And at the beginning of the third movie, when they are rescuing the dragons from the ship, the reader He appears with a somewhat unkempt appearance, and it turns out that all these years he was trying to locate Berk so he could return but on his journey he came across the hunters' ship. I would like a meeting full of action and romance with tears of happiness for finally meeting each other, please.

If you have any doubts because it was not understood well, let me know.

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Hiccup Haddock x Male reader

Notes: sry if it doesn't have as much action scenes as you would like. I'm not very good at writing those.

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You stood among the rest of the Vikings, watching anxiously as your boyfriend and friends battled the Red Death. Your eyes scanned the sky, landing on Hiccup riding with Astrid and that’s when you realized he still hadn’t reunited with Toothless.

Wanting to help, you remembered seeing the Night Fury chained down on one of the boats. Wasting no time, you sprinted toward the shoreline, quickly finding the burning boat where Toothless was restrained.

You skid to a sudden halt as another dragon drops down in front of you, blocking your path. Its unexpected presence makes you momentarily forget your task.

This dragon is unfamiliar its sharp, slit-like eyes fixed on you as it slowly approaches. Instinctively, you take a step back, but the Woolly Howl continues forward, sniffing in your direction. For a tense moment, its gaze remains narrow and intense until its pupils suddenly widen, softening its expression and making it appear much friendlier.

Noticing the change, you cautiously extend your hand, mimicking what you’ve seen Hiccup do. The dragon steps closer, sniffs you again, then gently nudges its head into your palm. A smile tugs at your lips at the unexpected trust.

But before you can react, the dragon suddenly grabs you, powerful wings beating against the air as it swiftly takes off. Your cries for help are drowned out by the chaos of battle below, leaving you helpless as you’re carried away.

After the battle, Hiccup slowly regained consciousness, to everyone’s immense relief. One by one, his friends and fellow Vikings approached, offering small congratulations and words of reassurance.

As he took in his surroundings, a sense of unease crept in. He scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face only to realize you were nowhere to be found.

“Wheres is (y/n)?”

The others take a small look around as well as if trying to spot you. Astrid shrugs speaking up “last time I seen him was when we were fighting the Red Death”

Hiccup wasted no time, immediately hopping onto Toothless and scouring New Berk for any sign of you. When that turned up nothing, he even returned to the battlefield, searching desperately but no matter where he looked, you were nowhere to be found.

He refused to believe you were gone, but at the same time, it wasn’t like you to simply vanish without a trace.

Weeks passed, and despite searching high and low, there was still no sign of you. The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving a weight in his chest that refused to fade.

•••

It had been a few years since your disappearance.

Hiccup sat on a cliffside, map in hand, his eyes scanning over it but his mind was elsewhere. No matter how much time passed, he refused to give up searching for you. He couldn’t accept that you were gone, whether by fate or by choice.

Had he done something to upset you? Something he hadn’t realized?

He shook his head. No, that wasn’t like you. You were always the type to talk things out with him.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips, dejection settling deep in his chest until the sound of flapping wings and Astrid’s voice snapped him from his thoughts.

Looking up, he saw Stormfly land nearby, Astrid hopping off with practiced ease. Toothless nudged his metal leg toward her. She scrunched her face in mild disgust before tossing it aside, both dragons immediately bounding after it.

Astrid settled beside him at the edge of the cliff, silence stretching between them.

Then, finally, Hiccup spoke. “Hey do you think….he’s..you know. Alive.”

Astrid looks at him before back out at the vast scenery not answering for a moment. “I mean..he could be but…” she stops holding back hesistanting to say her next words. “.. I wouldn't keep my hope’s too high”

Hiccup exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the edges of his map. He hated hearing that hated the idea of accepting a world where you weren’t in it. He understood she was trying to be realistic but the thought of giving up, of accepting that you might be gone, made his stomach twist.

“I have to keep my hopes high,” he muttered, barely above a whisper. “Because if I don’t, then who will?”

Astrid sighed, crossing her arms. “I get it, Hiccup, I do. But it’s been a year’s. If he was alive, don’t you think he’d have found his way back by now?”

Hiccup flinched, but his expression remained firm. “Not if something’s stopping him.”

Astrid didn’t respond right away, but her silence was answer enough. No one wanted to argue with him about this anymore. They all thought the same thing they all thought you were gone.

But Hiccup knew you. You were smart, you were determined, and you never gave up easily. If you weren’t back, there had to be a reason.

•••

Chaos consumed the ship flames crackled, dragon hunters clashed with dragon riders, and captive dragons were being set free. The commotion echoed through the lower deck as you struggled to break out of your cell, frustration mounting.

Then, through the din, you caught sight of a familiar figure (d/n) (dragon’s name).

A bright smile spread across your face at the sight of him after so long apart. He let out a joyous gruff before charging forward, practically tearing the cell door off its hinges to free you. Without hesitation, you reached up to pet him, wrapping your arms around his scaled neck in a brief but heartfelt embrace.

The two of you hurried to the ship’s deck, where the full scale of the battle came into view. Fires raged, blades clashed, and dragons soared overhead. As your eyes darted through the chaos, they suddenly locked onto a familiar face.

Without hesitation, you strode up behind her, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder.

“Astrid?”

•••

The air buzzed with celebration as everyone cheered for Hiccup’s victory over Grimmel. Laughter and joy filled the space, the weight of battle finally lifting.

Your dragon landed nearby, eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto one person—your boyfriend.

Hiccup leaned against Astrid for support, exhaustion evident in his posture. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Astrid glanced toward you. “Oh, look who I found,” she said, pointing in your direction.

Hiccup’s gaze followed her gesture, and his eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of you.

“He was held prisoner by Grimmel,” Astrid explained, stepping aside just as you reached them.

Without hesitation, you pulled Hiccup into a tight, desperate embrace tears pricking your eyes. He stood frozen for a moment, processing the reality of your presence then, as if breaking free from a trance, he wrapped his arms around you just as tightly.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, simply holding onto each other.

When you finally pulled away, Hiccup got his first real look at you. Your hair had grown longer, a light stubble framed your jaw, and you stood a little taller. Subtle changes, but enough to make you look older, more mature.

Different from the way he last saw you.

Hiccup’s breath hitched as he took in every detail, as if afraid you might disappear again if he so much as blinked. His hand reached up, hesitating for a second before gently brushing against your cheek.

“You’re really here…” His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief and raw emotion. “I— I thought I lost you.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, blinking back tears. “I thought I lost you too.”

His grip on you tightened for a moment, like he was grounding himself in your presence. Then, finally, he pulled back, his eyes flickering with something between relief and lingering worry.

“What happened to you?” he asked, voice softer now, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer.

“Well during the fight with Red Death until (d/n) here decided he wanted me for himself” (d/n) come’s over nuzzling into you, your boyfriend looks at the Wooly Howl. “I tried finding berk again but it was difficult…then I was captured by Grimmel”

You look back at Hiccup a frown forming on your face out of guilt. “I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to just leave you like that.”

Hiccup’s eyes softened as he took in your words, his gaze flickering between you and (d/n), who was now nuzzling into you like an overgrown cat. He let out a slow, steady breath, his fingers tightening for a brief moment on your hand before he finally spoke.

“It’s not your fault,” he said quietly, his voice steady but laced with the emotion he’d been holding back for so long. “You didn’t choose to disappear. I know that. But I…” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I was just… lost without you. I didn’t know if you were alive, or if I was ever going to see you again.”

His eyes held yours, sincere and vulnerable, like he was laying bare the weight of everything he’d been carrying while you were gone. “But now that you’re back… I’m just relieved. So relieved.”

(d/n) let out a soft snort as if agreeing, and Hiccup couldn’t help but chuckle at the dragon’s antics, his mood lightening just a bit.

You met his gaze, the years of silence and distance between you finally starting to fade as you spoke from your heart. “I’m here now, Hiccup. I’ll make it right. I’ll make sure I’m never gone like that again.”

Hiccup gave a small smile, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek. “I believe you. And I’m glad you’re back.” He pulled you into a gentle hug, his grip tight as though he never wanted to let go again.

•••

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Strange Mates

Imagine being Bella's older sister that goes to Italy to bring her back home. Unknowingly she is the soul mate of King Caius Volturi as he is her imprent. Reader refuses to believe it and turns to a wolf and took the Cullen's and Bella out and back home. Reader end up being in excruciating pain because she away from her imprint. King Caius went to go find her along with Jane and Alec. Jane and Alec see reader as their reincarnated mother.

(Y/n)'s POV

I pushed the door opened and stood next to my sister. "Bells." I said causing her eyes to widen. "Who is this?" I heard as I look at the man with straight long black hair and ruby red eyes. "Bella's older sister." I said glaring at him as I felt dangers. "(Y/n)." Bella called as I looked at her to see her eyes filled with worry. Then suddenly I pushed away from her as my body it the brick wall. "Vampires. Really Bella?" I asked groaning in pain as they look at me in shock.

"Your not human." I heard as I look at the man with blond hair. My eyes widen as I felt time stood still. 'Fuck.' I though as I growled darkly looking away. "Aro." The older man called as Bella runs to me. "Are you okay?" Bella asked as she helped me up. "Get ready." I told her causing her to nod as she quickly grasp the boy with bronze hair and a girl with pixie hair.

"Magnifico." The Aro guy said then looks at the blond who won't look away from me. Then I look to the kids that was their one was blonde girl who look to be 13 years old. The boy next to her has dark brownish blackish hair who too looks to be 13 years old. "Sorry for stopping by but we must be going." I said getting up and standing in front of Bella.

"Your not going anywhere." The blond said causing me to grin at him. "Sweetheart, you may be my imprint. But I will never accept you." I said then turn into my wolf form. Bella and her two friends quickly got on my back as I ran out as us my powers to make myself invisible along with the people on my back.

"(Y/n) they can't be seen..." Bella started as she notice that both Edward and Alice wasn't shining in the sunlight and the humans don't seem to notice us. 'They can't see us Bella.' I said as kept running. 'And you have a lot of explaining to do.' I added as I felt Bella grasp my furr tightly.

Time Skip

3rd Person POV

Once Bella, Edward, Alice, and (Y/n) made it back to Fork Bella explained everything to her. "What about you (Y/n)." Bella asked her older sister as they where at the Cullens house. "I'm fine." (Y/n) mumbled holding her head. "You imprinted." Edward said causing (Y/n) to slightly snarl but not at him. "Imprinted?" Bella asked confused. "She imprinted on Caius." Alice said causing everyone to tense up.

"But shes a wolf. Doesn't he have bad experience with wolves?" Emmett asked causing Carlisle to nod. "Its ashamed. I wish I didn't have to meet any of you like this." (Y/n) said as she looks at the Cullen family with a smile. "We are in your debt for saving my son and daughter." Esme said causing (Y/n) to chuckle. "That's not needed. You guys took care of my sister when I couldn't." (Y/n) said sadly before getting up.

"Where are you going?" Bella asked also getting up. "Go see dad. Don't worry I'm not gonna leave." (Y/n) told her giving her a hug. "It was nice meeting you all." (Y/n) said softly before leaving the home and ran off. "She's diffrent from the shifters." Rosalie said as Bella looks out the window. "Bella. Why didn't you tell us your sister is a wolf?" Alice asked causing Bella to look at her.

"I. I forgot. How she became a wolf is," Bella stared as she looks down. "She's a soldier. A marine." Bella started causing Jasper to perk up a bit. "She was kidnap and tutored for weeks. I remembered one of the soldier at the front door when I was living with my mother at the time. They said that (Y/n) was MIA. They don't know if she was died." Bella said as saddness consumed her.

"When her team found her. She was different. She stop smiling. She stopped talking." Bella said as she took a deep breath. "It took me 2 years to get her to talk, to smile. Then one night I went out to get her a birthday present. I was being followed and the next thing I know. I saw (Y/n) standing in front of me beating a group of boys. One of them shot her then she just turned into a wolf killing them." Bella said as Edward took her hand.

"I was scared at first but she ended up explaining to me that she was experimented on." Bella added clenching her free hand. "Those bastard tortured her." Bella said looking at her feet. "If it wasn't for the fact me, Renee, and Charlie wanting her back. She would have given up." Bella said as her bottom lips quiver.

Alice gasped as she saw a vision of (Y/n) screaming in pain. Soon it shifted to Caius looking lost and angry. Then it turned to Caius, Jane, and Alec appearing in Forks. "Alice whats wrong?" Jasper asked his wife as Edward saw her vision. "(Y/n)'s dying." Edward said causing Bella to tense up. "If she doesn't get to Caius she'll die and Caius would be out of control." Alice said looking at everyone.

"But why was Jane and Alec with him?" Alice asked causing Edward's eyes widen when he remember what Jane's thought was. "(Y/n) is a Reincarnation of their mother." Edward said looking at Alice.

A few weeks Later

(Y/n) lays in the Cullen hospital room paled and sick and felt pain but it didn't last long thanks to Jasper. He became very fond of (Y/n) since she too was a soldier just like him. Even the rest of the Cullen's adored her. (Y/n) told Rosalie that her close friend was having a baby soon, and that she can help (Y/n) babysit them. Unknowing to them Carlisle had no choice but to send a letter to Caius telling him the situation of (Y/n) and where she is.

"Do you ever want kids?" Rosalie asked as Jasper and Alice sense someone by the door. "Depends. I don't mind having kids and I don't mind not having any. I own a orphanage from where I live." (Y/n) told her causing her to smile. "If I remember correctly their was a little girl who looks like a splitting image of both you and Emmett." She added causing the two the smile at each other.

(Y/n) then growled lowly as she glared at the door causing Caius to walk in the room. Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper instantly stood in front of (Y/n) protectivily. "What are you doing here?" Rosalie asked causing Jane and Alec to appear. "She's dying!" Caius snarled as (Y/n) bite her bottom lip.

Rosalie and Jasper look at (Y/n) waiting for her to say something. "You can go." (Y/n) mumbled as she look at Caius. Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper left the room letting Caius, Jane, and Alec to come in. "Carlisle sent you here." (Y/n) said as both Alec and Jane look at her in awe. For awhile they talked to each other before Jane and Alec told (Y/n) that she was their mother reincarnated while Caius told her she is his mate.