#i will mercilessly block you for personal reasons. thanks

[the-kipsabian]

[dontexpectmuch]

hey!! can you write a part 2 of the clingy y/n breakup? but from jude’s pov, where he doesn’t like it at first, missed her and sees her move on etc…thank you!!

jude‘s point of view

jude sat on his couch, opening and closing his messages over and over again, in hopes to have your message pop up. he couldn’t explain why, but he woke up with the feeling that today would finally be the day where you two would meet again. or at least talk. or at least acknowledge the other. just something to help soothe that aching in his heart.

“i don’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore.”, as those words left his lips, jude could feel the weight lift off his shoulders, like he had been carrying something so heavy that it hindered him from taking deep breaths.

his eyes looked at your hurt expression, your lips pulled to a straight line as you tried your best to keep calm, all while jude knew that he had broken your heart apart. he watched you as you listened how he ripped the u from the s, how he mercilessly crushed all the hopes you had for the relationship. and in that moment, jude didn’t feel any regret.

was he a bad person? he sat there, in front of you, somewhat eager to end the relationship, eager to gain new experience, to be free.

looking back, all he could do now was to scoff, shaking his head at his absurd way of thinking. free? he wanted to be free? the only time he felt free was when he was next to you, the one who gave him the wings to fly as high as he wanted. he may have not regretted it then, but he sure does now. maybe he should call you, or maybe he should just go to your flat. last time he checked, which was yesterday if he was being honest, you still lived near that park. that one, where the two of you shared your first kiss.

it was cold, the cold air pinched your cheeks as you walked next to jude, his arm lightly brushing against yours.

“it’s cold.” you said, coming to a halt while looking at the frozen lake in front of you. jude followed suit, standing close to your body, looking at your face.

“want me to warm you up?” he asked, teasingly.

confused, you turn your head to look at his, though you were met with a pair of cold lips on top of yours.

what a nice way to warm up, he thought.

“don’t call me in general, jude. leave me alone.” your voice came out weak, though it had enough strength to stab through his heart. you closed the door, finalizing your decision on not getting back together.

jude felt like screaming, he felt like punching something, taking out all the anger he held for himself.

stupid, stupid, stupid, how could he have been so stupid?

he went back home, once again laying on the couch as he went through your instagram account. on his fake account, he may add, since you had blocked his normal one. and with each post and story in your highlights passing, he felt sick.

you looked quite good, finally posting after months. your smile reached your eyes, your skin was glowing, just like back then when you were still a couple.

his daily check up was interrupted when he noticed a male hand on one of your posts, on the table in a café, maybe. there was a red heart on the corner of the picture.

a red fucking heart.

did you have a new man, was that the reason why you wouldn’t listen to him? didn’t you love him anymore? did you move on?

all these questions made jude pace around in the room, frustration growing inside of him.

but, in the end he knew. he was quite aware that everything is his fault, he didn’t habe the rights to complain. so, he suffered.

he regretted his every decision that lead to the break up.

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i am a married woman. this goes to her, come home the kids miss you.

[bee-birb]

tails nine theory - sonic prime spoilers - this is a long one

so we established that the prisms have like, mega energy and are way too much power for one person right? like, dread knuckles got a taste of the power from the noplace shard and went mad over it, and thorn rose also went a bit crazy with the boscage maze shard. afterward, she even said that it was far too much power for one person. eggman went wacko trying to get the whole prism initially, though that could have just been eggman being eggman.

my theory is, nine probably never would have gone as far as he did in s3 if he wasn't exposed to the prism. and not just one shard like dread and thorn, mind you. all of them. he had full exposure to all five shards, and was regularly drawing on their power to shape reality with himself as a conduit. first the new yoke shard, then the grim shard, (both in s1), then as the council collected more shards during s2, he was presumably exposed to more prism energy. (though, i think the energy field holding them in the dome would have blocked most of the energy, but you get my point.) that much prism energy could not have been good for his mind, especially because he's still portrayed as rather young in the series. in fact, we only get the ultimate betrayal while nine is in the presence of four of the five shards. thats a lot of power.

because the prism's energy is so strong, and with evidence from thorn and dread that it makes you volatile, nine probably wouldn't have betrayed sonic over the miscommunication. in fact, sonic had mentioned repairing green hill multiple times before, and nine didn't speak up or ask about it. this could be because he was biding his time to get all the shards in order to transform the grim, but he probably would have made at least a sarcastic comment about it. he also leaves the resistance behind after having the new yoke shard in his possession, the same thing that dread does in s2.

over the course of season 3, we can also see the effect of longterm use of prism energy in nine. he gets tired, falling over atop his citadel, and is always mentioning needing more power. this screams that something else is at work in his subconscious. another example is when shadow remarks that it was always all about power. sonic goes to disagree because sonic, but nine agrees. except, i dont think it was all about power initially. it was about building himself a safe haven in the grim. he was originally going to include sonic in his safe haven, too, as evidenced by the hammock and the palm trees they reference in the citadel. it was about finding a place for him to belong- a blank slate for him to start over.

and after the prism is gone, nine gets far more sympathetic and seems to be more himself. this also could be sonic being, yaknow, on the verge of completely falling apart without prism energy, but that doesn't make as much sense. nine was more than ready to extract the energy from sonic in s3e1, and do so mercilessly- after he had used the prism to create the alpha grim bots. are you seeing the pattern? nine gets steadily more unstable, unsteady, and unfeeling as he is exposed to the prism and harnesses its energy through himself.

and i do understand that hurt people hurt people, and the kid is just doing what he can to make himself a home. it makes complete sense to do anything you can to make yourself the safe space that you've never had before. but the fact that he doesn't listen to reason and facts goes completely against nine as a character- he's the logical one. the thinker. he was the first to tell the council that using the prism would cause shatterverse wide decay. and he flat out ignores all that during s3. its not correlative to his character, hence my theory that something deeper is happening with nine.

now, for those of you saying that sonic never had such side effects- he already has prism power in his being. it wouldn't affect him as much as a completely outside source would.

anygays, thank you for reading my rambles and have a good night. remember, its just a theory- a gAME THEORY-

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Chapter 1 Spoilers

Not 100% accurate. This is not a full translation.

Standing in front of me, blocking the men’s way and protecting me was一

???: “Mai.”

Mai: “Ah!”

Hideyoshi: “You can relax now.”

Mai: “Hideyoshi!”

I blinked my eyes in the blinding light, and Hideyoshi, covering me with his broad back, smiled over his shoulder.

(Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about this, but I’m glad he’s okay.)

I felt a heat rising in my chest, seeing Hideyoshi’s figure in front of me.

Hideyoshi: “Mai, are you hurt?”

Mai: “I’m fine. You came right away.”

Hideyoshi: “I see. I’m glad I got here in time.”

He drew his sword from its scabbard as his gentle voice trailed off.

Hideyoshi: “I will destroy everything that threatens you.”

Hideyoshi: “No one, not even a single person, will touch my precious treasure.”

Hideyoshi: “Are you guys ready?”

Man 1: “You bastard, you’re gonna keep that woman all to yourself?”

Man 2: “Asshole, let’s cut him down.”

Even in the face of over ten bandits, he doesn’t flinch a bit.

Hideyoshi: “Mai, don’t leave my side.”

Mai: “Okay, got it.”

Man 3: “Tch. You flirt.”

The large man who said these words raised his sword and ran towards Hideyoshi, but一

Hideyoshi: “Ha!”

He parried the blade and punched the man’s throat.

Man 3: “Guh!”

As the man collapsed, foaming in the mouth, the surrounding bandits’ eyes widened in surprise.

Man 4: “How dare you harm our comrade!”

Hideyoshi: “Shut up. I asked you if you were ready for this.”

Hideyoshi: “I won’t give you any slack or mercy.”

The voice was so chilling that it frightened everyone.

Man 4: “Damn it!”

Hideyoshi grabbed the spear of the guy who attacked him and took it from him by force.

Men: “Gghhh...!”

He swung the spear vigorously, knocking down several men.

The bandits, with bloodshot eyes, raise their swords, but Hideyoshi mercilessly subdued them one by one.

(Wow.)

(I know he’s strong, but this fighting style...)

The memory of when he went to rescue the captured Nobunaga flashed through my mind.

The way he defeated his enemies with his fierce swordsmanship and twisted them with overwhelming power reminded me of a demon god.

Man: “Damn it. Treasure, you say? It’s just a woman.”

Hideyoshi: “Just a woman, huh?”

Hideyoshi raised his blade, looking down at the grunting man.

(Stop.)

Mai: “Wait, Hideyoshi!”

Hideyoshi: “...........”

I yelled, and the tip of his blade stopped just before it reached the man.

Mai: “Enough...I think that’s enough.”

Hideyoshi: “You’re right.”

Hideyoshi sighed and swung his sword, flicking away the blood.

Hideyoshi: “Mai.”

Hideyoshi turned to me with a grim expression on his face.

Hideyoshi: “Are you really not injured? Are you unharmed?”

Mai: “Yeah, not even a scratch. What about you?”

Hideyoshi: “Yeah, I’m fine too.”

His eyes narrowed in relief.

(I finally reached Hideyoshi.)

The dazzling smile on his face captivated me.

Hideyoshi: “Come here, Mai.”

Mai: “Okay!”

As I nodded, he spread his arms wide open.

Wanting and yearning for his touch, I stepped closer to him.

Hideyoshi: “Sorry.”

Mai: “Huh?”

For some reason, his expression stiffened.

Hideyoshi: “My hands are covered in blood. If I hug you, I’ll stain you.”

(Oh, I see. Because you faced those bandits.)

Hideyoshi: "It's unfortunate, but I'll have to wait until we get back to hold you in my arms."

Hideyoshi: "Well, saving the fun for later isn't a bad idea either."

Mai: "Hideyoshi..."

My heart felt heavy hearing him mumble these words like he was ashamed of himself.

Mai: "Please don't say those lonely things."

Hideyoshi: “What?”

(There’s no need to feel ashamed.)

As he tried to take another step and turn his back on me, I embraced him tightly, refusing to let go.

Hideyoshi: “No, you’ll get dirty.”

Mai: “It’s okay! I’m fine.”

Hideyoshi writhed out of my embrace, but I tightened my arms around him.

I could tell from his breathing that he was confused.

(Don’t worry about it.)

Mai: “Thank you for protecting me. You were so dependable and cool.”

Hideyoshi: “Mai.”

Mai: “You once said you didn’t want me to see your beastly nature, but I love that side of yours.”

Hideyoshi: “...........”

Mai: “I mean it.”

Hideyoshi: “Yeah, I know.”

Hideyoshi: “You always remind me of that. I can never match up to you.”

That night.

I was invited to the hall for a war council of the Oda army.

Mai: "Excuse me, it's Mai."

As I stepped into the hall, I saw Nobunaga seated in the front, with Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide on either side.

Masamune and Ieyasu were also present, sitting in the back, while Mitsunari was next to someone I didn't know.

(Who the heck is that guy?)

(Anyway, this one's an impressive gathering. I feel so out of place.)

Mai: "Um, is it okay for me to be here?"

Nobunaga: "It's fine. You deserve to be here since you've done us a great service in the last war."

Mitsuhide: "I'm surprised that a carefree lass like you could stop the Oda-Uesugi-Takeda conflict orchestrated by Kennyo."

Mai: "Is that a compliment?"

Masamune: "Mai, long time no see. I see you came back today."

Ieyasu: "Hideyoshi was so anxious about your return that he couldn't relax."

Mai: "Huh? Really?"

Mitsunari: "He's right. Lord Hideyoshi was going back and forth in the hallway so many times I was afraid he'd get dizzy!"

(I see. He's been waiting for me.)

Hideyoshi: "Hey, guys, don't say unnecessary things."

Hideyoshi: "Ah, Mai, sit down. Let's start the war council."

Masamune: "No need to be embarrassed now, Hideyoshi."

Mitsuhide: "We don't mind if you two share a passionate embrace."

Hideyoshi: "There's no way I would do that in public."

(I'm so relieved to see everyone safe and sound in person like this.)

Mai: "Have a safe trip, Hideyoshi."

Hideyoshi: "Yeah, I'm off."

He patted my head and lightly kissed my lips, but一

(Huh?)

I heard a faint sound.

Hideyoshi: "What?"

Mai: "What's wrong?"

For some reason, he was holding his lips.

Hideyoshi: "For a moment, I feel like I'm being pushed away."

(Being pushed away? I didn't feel anything like that.)

Mai: "Maybe it was static electricity."

Hideyoshi: "Static electricity?"

Mai: "It's a phenomenon that tends to occur in dry seasons. More importantly, are you okay?"

I stood on tiptoe to get a better look at his lips, and he gave me a gentle smile.

Hideyoshi: "If nothing happened to you, it's fine."

Hideyoshi: "Maybe it's just my imagination. Well, I'm off this time."

Hideyoshi waved his hand as if nothing had happened and left.

As I watched him walk away, I tilted my head in confusion.

(I guess it was static electricity, after all.)

(Okay, it's done!)

Mai: "Sorry to keep you both waiting. It's done."

Mitsunari: "Thank you so much, Lady Mai."

Mai: "I think I got the stitches right, but could you please check?"

Ieyasu: "No need. I trust your skills."

When Ieyasu took the kimono I held out to him一

Ieyasu: "!"

(Ieyasu?)

Ieyasu furrowed his eyebrows and dropped the kimono the moment my fingertips touched his.

Ieyasu: "What was that?"

Mai: "What was what?"

Ieyasu: "You were fine?"

(What is he talking about?)

Confused, I reached to pick up the fallen kimono at Ieyasu's feet.

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai, let me pick it up."

Mitsunari also reached out his hand to pick up the kimono and as our fingertips touched一

Mitsunari: "----!"

Startled, Mitsunari quickly withdrew his hand, surprised by something.

(Mitsunari too?)

Mai: "Um, what in the world is going on?"

Mitsunari: "You didn't feel anything?"

Mitsunari: "I felt a tingling sensation at the tips of my fingers."

Ieyasu: "You too?"

(So, Ieyasu is the same.)

Mai: "Don't tell me there's still a needle left in it."

I hurriedly spread out the kimono again and thoroughly checked every corner.

Ieyasu: "Did you find anything?"

Mai: "Nothing."

I looked again and found nothing that looked like it.

Ieyasu: "Forget it. If there's nothing there, then it's fine."

Ieyasu: "Maybe I was just a little tired."

Mitsunari: "Maybe it's the same for me."

(I suppose so.)

Both of them didn't seem to feel anything this time when they picked up their kimonos.

Ieyasu: "See you later. I'll come back when my kimono gets torn again."

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai, I'll leave you then."

Mai: "Okay. Take care, guys."

As I watched Ieyasu and Mitsunari leave, I suddenly remembered a similar feeling.

(I think the same thing happened a while ago.)

Mai: "Yeah, I can't remember."

➟ Chapter 2 Spoilers

[imogenkol]

— WIP IT’S WEDNESDAY SOMEWHERE

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cheating a little bit again because I have writers block and I’m trying to remedy that by reworking old writing (and also trying to refresh my love for said old writing) so hopefully ya’ll enjoy my two favorite werewolf siblings

Jayde waited in the rain for as long as she could before the beckoning warmth of the twenty-four hour diner across the street became too tempting to resist. It was worth the risk of getting recognized. All she wanted was to not be soaked to the bone like a sad mutt chained to the doghouse. And some damn coffee.

The dark, clouded sky gradually turned gray with an oncoming sunrise. Jayde sipped on the bitter liquid from the warm mug in her hands and stared out of the window beside her, watching the endless streaks of raindrops as they raced down the lightly fogged glass. Finally, she spotted a familiar pickup truck pull into the parking lot. Something bulky lay strapped in the bed, a blue tarp shielding it from the weather.

Skye stepped out of the truck once she parked. She was a fair bit shorter than her older sister with mossy green eyes instead of dark blue, but besides that, the two were unmistakable as siblings. They shared the same blonde hair and facial structure, though Jayde always thought Skye resembled their mother more. Or perhaps she secretly favored the idea of inheriting their father’s features. While they were similar in base appearance, the sisters differed in personality. Skye walked lightly, almost with a skip in her step, to mirror her bubbly attitude. She almost always had a small, arrogant smirk on her face like she understood a joke that everybody else didn’t. Most of the time she did.

She wore that exact smirk as she slid into the booth across from Jayde. “So, spill.”

“I got my ass beat, alright?” Jayde recalled in annoyance. “Wound up on lockdown in the local hospital, but I got out.”

“On your own…?” Skye clearly sensed that she left out important information.

Jayde sighed. For whatever reason, she didn’t want her to know about Nadya. Maybe because she knew her little sister would mercilessly make fun of her for it. “No, I had help.”

A waitress came by to offer Skye a menu and some coffee, which she eagerly accepted with a sarcastic comment about a bear doing its business in the woods that went over the poor old woman’s head. Once the now slightly perturbed waitress left, a moment of silence lingered between them until Skye held up her hands. “Well? Don’t leave me hanging.”

“There was a resident at the hospital,” Jayde complied hesitantly. “I convinced her to help me and she took me in while I recovered.”

“There it is,” Skye said triumphantly with a massive grin. Jayde rolled her eyes. “Is that whose scent is all over you? She smells nice, is she pretty, too?”

“None of your business.” She fixed the younger wolf with a warning glare. “Now, can I have my shit?”

“Geez, you’re no fun,” Skye complained.

“Skye, I have had a long couple of weeks,” Jayde told her in a scolding tone. “All I want is enough supplies to be on my way.”

“And where is that this time?” the younger sibling retorted with a sudden seriousness. “Am I gonna get another call in a month asking for more ammo? Or to bail you out of the slammer? Or how about a mental hospital? You haven’t got yourself fucked in one of those yet.”

“For your information,” Jayde started, a snarl nearly escaping her throat. “I’m gonna linger around here for a little while longer.”

Skye’s mossy eyes went wide with shock. “Really. You? The Lodge isn’t good enough, but this city is?”

Jayde was in no mood to have this argument with her for the tenth time. Nothing she could say would make Skye understand her reasons for staying away as long as she has.

“It’s not like that, I have to.”

“Why?” Skye prodded. “I would think you’d want to put as much distance between yourself and here as soon as you can.”

Jayde grinded her teeth. Skye wouldn’t let her deflect. She would also see right through any excuses and become even more pushy for an explanation. “I have to make sure the girl that helped me won’t be in any danger once I’m gone. She broke me out of the hospital and saved my life when everyone was calling me a terrorist. And she did it to protect people, so it’s not gonna sit well with me if something happens to her.”

“She broke you out?” Skye marveled in bewilderment, clearly impressed.

Jayde nodded. “Yes. I’ve been lying low at her place for the past week.”

“Damn, she’s ballsy,” Skye chuckled. “Or just really stupid.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jayde agreed with a small smile. “Trust me, it’s the former.”

“How are you gonna know if she’s safe or not?”

“I had her get a burner phone to call me if she needs help. That’s why I have to stay in the area until this blows over, I don’t want to be too late. Which reminds me, I need your phone.” Jayde held out her hand.

She scowled at her suspiciously. “Why mine?”

“‘Cause yours is the number I put in hers.” She motioned for her to surrender it. “You haven’t gotten any other calls besides me, right?”

“Why’d you give her my number?” Skye asked incredulously.

“Because mine’s gone, genius.”

“Then buy a new one, dumbass.”

Jayde sighed in exasperation. “It was easier to give her your number, now cough it up.”

Skye groaned dramatically and fished her phone out of one of her pockets. “Here.”

Jayde deftly caught the bright pink cellphone as her menace of a sister suddenly tossed it at her head and snickered at her disappointment. Supernatural reflexes had very little to do with the save, she had years of practice anticipating Skye’s antics. When Jayde looked down and saw the cheap Hello Kitty sticker stuck on the back, she glanced back up quizzically. “Really?”

She shrugged. “I went to a couple hospitals looking for you. They don’t exactly keep the kid stickers locked up.”

Jayde made a noise of displeasure. “I would’ve preferred a Finding Nemo one.”

“Then get your own damn burner and steal whatever sticker you want the next time you inevitably end up in a hospital again,” Skye bit back.

“I owe you. Happy?”

“My favorite words to hear,” she replied with a bright smile and took a sip of coffee. “So what did you tell her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, with everything the nurse did for you, she must’ve been curious. What did you come up with as a cover?”

That brought up another explanation Jayde dreaded. Might as well get this over with, she thought as she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before shrugging. “I told her the truth.”

Another charged moment of silence fell over the two siblings as Skye completely froze with the mug to her lips. She blinked a couple of times, then shook her head like she came out of a trance. “I’m sorry, you told her the truth about what?”

“About me. What I am.” The admission made Jayde cringe.

Skye’s expression turned blank, and she slowly set the mug down. “I know you mean you told her you’re bisexual and not that you’re a werewolf, right? Because admitting that you’d be down to clown with a hot nurse is way more believable. Telling a random human that you’re a werewolf is a new level of crazy that you wouldn’t even dream of. Right? ”

“First, she’s not a nurse. Secondly, she deserved to know,” was all Jayde could think to say as a defense.

“So it is the mental hospital for you next.”

“Skye –”

“You are the last person I expected to be that stupid, Jayde.”

The older wolf leaned forward in her seat and poked the surface of the table. “I did not make that choice lightly. Nadya put her entire life on the line for me without any thought for repayment. It was only natural that she had questions, and she was too smart for my shitty excuses. She would’ve figured it out herself if I hadn’t told her.”

Skye didn’t look convinced. “And how do you know she won’t tell anyone?”

“She’s not like that,” Jayde insisted.

“You’re willing to bet everything on that. On a human you’ve known for a few days,” her sister stated more than asked.

Jayde patted a couple of her jacket pockets before she remembered which one she put the small polaroid in. She pulled it out and dropped it on the table in front of Skye. The younger wolf picked it up and studied it with disinterest until she flipped it around and saw the note Nadya wrote on the back. She glanced up at her sister curiously.

“She’s a photographer,” Jayde explained. “When I told her I liked that picture, she gave it to me.”

Skye sat in silent contemplation for about a minute as she stared at the photo in her hands with pursed lips. Eventually, she gave a nod, and Jayde felt relieved that her sister finally accepted what she was certain of. Her eyes met Jayde’s and brightened with that mischievous smirk again. “It’s not just the picture you like, is it?”

Jayde raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Hot nurse saves your life, offers you a roof, gives you a gift before you go,” she held up the polaroid, flipping it between her fingers like a coin, “and you tell her the truth, give her a phone to call you, and stay in the city you almost got gunned down in to make sure she’s safe. Sounds like you have a crush.”

At first, Jayde felt offended by her assumption, but then her face quickly flushed with embarrassment. Is it that obvious? she thought before anything else, which threw her for a loop. Jayde knew she felt attraction towards the human, but it hadn’t even occurred to her that what she experienced might be a crush. Children get crushes for fuck’s sake, but apparently so do full grown werewolves who have to fight for their lives every single day.

Just like always, her sister knew her too well.

“Even if you were right, it doesn’t matter.” Jayde shrugged in an effort to seem nonchalant. “I’ll never see her again.”

Skye wagged an eyebrow. “Or maybe she’ll call you.”

Jayde rolled her eyes at her for the millionth time that morning. “I didn’t give her the phone to keep in touch. It’s for an emergency only, and she knows that.”

“Maybe an ‘emergency’ will happen.” Jayde’s whole body tensed as she sensed one of her little sister’s bits coming. Skye continued, using a high-pitched voice as she dramatically fanned herself. “Oh, Jayde, some trenchcoated goons have been lurking outside my house trying to sell me a new vacuum cleaner! Please, save me! You’re my only hope!”

Jayde scowled at her. “You think you’re so funny.”

“Come on!” Skye urged. “There’s gotta be some small part of you that’s hoping she’ll call.”

“No,” she said firmly, though Skye was partially right. A huge part of Jayde hoped that she would see Nadya again one day, just not under dire circumstances. But another part of her knew that was the only way she’d get to see her again.

“Fine,” Skye said, clearly not convinced, and handed the polaroid back.

Jayde took a few moments to stare at the photo fondly. She flipped it over to look at the note on the back and ran her fingertips over the letters Nadya wrote. Then she carefully returned it to the pocket it came from.

“You want some breakfast?” she asked Skye, ignoring the knowing grin on her face.

[sanityshorror]

Summary: a short story detailing the first encounter between Julius and Killian, after the two were reunited as demons. • Rating: 16+ • Character refs: Julius The Dressmaker & Killian Lynch

Characters, featured art and story by @sanityshorror

Reunion

Waking up dead was certainly an odd experience, to say the least. Not something anyone would expect, especially after dying in such a brutal, permanent manner. Killian Lynch hadn't wasted any time sticking around six feet under though. The moment his eyelids opened. his fist was already cracking through the coffin.

Surrounded by pure inky blackness and stale air in the small, restrictive space, it induced a dreadful feeling of claustrophobia in the 26 year old dead man. The darkness combined with confinement nearly brought back soul-wrenching memories, from years and years long gone by. Killian easily shoved the thoughts out of his mind just as he always did, and instead focused on busting out of his grave. He had an important matter to attend to, immediately.

It only took two punches for the hardwood coffin lid to practically splinter to chips. Dirt poured down on Killian's face. Lucky him, he didn't need to breathe. Forcing the packed, frozen earth up and out of his way felt effortless. All in all, it took under a minute to emerge from the soil and into the night air. The inhuman strength Killian now held due to his renewed status as a demon was to thank for such an easy and quick escape.

Now free and getting to his feet, Killian only had one thing on his mind, the same thing his mind always revolved around. Julius Goddamn Doherty. He was determined to find the other male and get whatever revenge he could for Julius's actions toward him. Julius murdered him for the most bullshit reason imaginable…then again, that was Julius for you.

The task of hunting down the person who'd taken his life - and the reason he'd now been brought back - was an easy one. The blonde knew, like an instinct, Julius would be in his shop. Well, a pocket dimension of Hell, which was knowledge Killian seemed to have inherently gained upon waking up from the dead.

Stalking fast through the cold, pitch-black, January night, it didn't take long to arrive on the familiar block of the city streets. Being likely the earliest few hours in the morning, naturally, all store and building window's lights were off, leaving the street shrouded in darkness. All...except, for one. With clenched fists, the blonde took off towards the warm, orange glow emitting from the dress shop's front windows.

Doherty's Dress Shop

Killian mercilessly kicked open the store's front door, breaking the lock and causing the hinges to rattle. Julius looked startled but not surprised as the blonde violently made entrance. If anything, he seemed to have been waiting for Killian, given Julius had made the choice of being seated on a leather sofa, placed near the store's entrance.

"Honey, I'm home!" Killian sneered sarcastically. Aggressively striding towards Julius, gold plated steel heels on the blonde's boots clacked loudly, striking the oak floor boards. "I'm back, remember me, bitch?!"

Julius rose to his feet in a graceful but almost robotic manner, blankly staring at the taller man the entire time. "Killian," the now-demon greeted flatly, "yes," he mused, seemingly rather out of it, "of course, I remember you."

Rage took over Killian at what an emotionless, lack of response Julius had. The strawberry blonde was in love with the other man, and he knew damn well Julius shared the same feelings for him. What he didn't understand was how Julius managed to be so convincing, pretending he didn't feel the same. Killian couldn't comprehend the other man near always acting as if he never had one, single, goddamn emotion towards him.

Of course, Julius did have many feelings for and emotions about Killian. All of which were now bubbling up inside, upon being reunited with…his everything. That's what Killian was and meant to Julius: everything. Digging razor-sharp teeth into his inner lip, Julius willed away tears. Only thanks to a lifetime of practice, was he somehow able to maintain the emotionless facade while observing Killian.

It didn't show through, but internally, Julius was shocked at how simultaneously similar, yet different Killian looked. The blonde was just as handsome, if not more than ever. Julius discreetly swallowed a verbal reaction to how stunning he found Killian's new, demonic appearance to be – despite him being somewhat dirty at the moment (thanks to having to climb out of the grave).

Already fair skin had turned a ghostly white, making Killian's strawberry blonde, overgrown stubble stand out more – something Julius found very attractive. However, the skin around Killian's eye sockets and on his lips had suffered discoloration, of what could only be described as the hue of death. The dark tone of it starkly contrasted against Killian's now fully electric blue eyeballs, causing the shocking sight of them to jump out even more prominently. The blonde's new lack of pupils unnerved Julius a bit, leaving him unable to tell exactly where Killian's gaze was. Though, Julius could feel the intensity of it locked directly on him.

The last, huge change to the strawberry blonde's appearance caused an indescribable ache to develop in Julius's chest. On Killian's neck, there was now a large, angry red, and barely healed scar…right where he'd slit the other man's throat, resulting in Killian's death. Julius always had found the scars on Killian's body to be, quite frankly, sexy. However, the new scar was a reminder, a painful one, of the last time they'd been together. Julius thought it would have been the final time, after he'd realized the reality of what he had done.

Guilt flooded Julius, along with anger toward himself and a sense of incredibly deep sadness. He had missed Killian, he'd missed him so fucking much. Julius had found out he was incapable of living without the blonde. When he'd gone to Killian's grave to apologize and inform the dead man that they'd be together again soon, Julius had meant as in death.

The young man, truthfully, set himself up to be killed, since he always failed attempts from his hand. What Julius didn't expect at the time was to be offered a deal with the devil. He never could have foreseen being turned into and brought back as a demon, and by proxy Killian, who was to serve him eternally.

The couple (and there was no use continuing to deny that's what they were) could never be separated again. Julius and Killian's souls had become intertwined, to put it simply. For better or worse, they were destined to be together for eternity. Julius knew how he felt about that, but he didn't want to acknowledge it.

Resisting the urge to run and embrace the man he loved, Julius instead chose to coldly cross his arms and straighten his back with shoulders squared. He tilted his chin up slightly in a challenging manner, his facial expression growing even more cold and dead.

Locked in a silent staring contest and unable to read whatever Julius felt and thought, Killian also took in the other's changed appearance. What had once been fiery red hair, often worn slicked back, was now fluffy, long, bangs stylishly falling in front of his face, colored a bright purple, with cherry-pink tints. Previous ocean blue eyes had become icy, near white, and seemed to glow ever so slightly. Pale though gently sun-tanned skin had become the color of porcelain, just like the dolls Julius so would collect and obsess over for as long as Killian could recall.

The man…no, demon, resembled a porcelain doll, himself. With the dramatic make up, round cheeks and small but full pouty lips, both colored a soft pink, Julius nearly could pass as a life-sized porcelain doll.

Of course, there was a small, black heart on his cheekbone as well as a pair of bracelets adorning both slender wrists; charms in the shape of hearts. What had once been fingernails were now long, dangerously sharp, pitch-black claws. Julius previously had slightly crooked teeth, which had slowly been stained over the years from smoking – something Killian always found cute, especially on the rare occasion of Julius smiling. Now, in their place were sharp fangs - every last tooth was now a bright white and fanged, with a particularly dangerous-looking pair of canines.

Julius had new clothing, as well. Gone were the monochrome colors. His clothing was now brighter, flamboyant, and much more fitted. His heels were higher, on new, dark leather boots that reached his mid-thigh. In fact, all his clothes appeared to be leather, minus the bright blue shirt which had a low cut with white lace trim. The top few buttons were undone, showing off his muscular chest that was emphasized by a dramatically tight corset vest. Skin tight, black leather pants shined in the light. Halters on his thighs looked more like garters with the way he'd fastened them to his belt.

The person Killian had known and fallen for was still recognizably there, though not by much. Nevertheless, it was undeniable that Julius was more breathtaking than ever, which was both to Killian's dismay and pleasing. Dismay, because the so terrifyingly gorgeous man made it difficult to not think about how he'd look while Killian ravished him. Something he'd done countless times with Julius.

Mostly, the sex was rough, beyond it. On many occasions, it was violent and hateful, even. There were times, however, it had been slow, meaningful, and filled with emotions of love and happiness. They'd both confess their feelings towards each other while making love, even though Julius would always either say he'd been lying or flat-out pretend it hadn't happened the following morning. God, did that hurt Killian to his core - every time it happened, it hurt worse than the last.

What made it worse was the way he could see the spark of joy that would flicker in Julius's eyes when he hurt Killian. It was the spark that would flicker when Julius was telling when he was showing Killian how much he loved and cared. It made the blonde feel like he was going insane, more and more by the day.

Killian never understood it, how did Julius get so much joy from hurting the person he so deeply loved? Why did he do it? Why did Julius so terribly want to tear Killian apart inside, crush his soul into dust and turn his heart this cold? And why on Earth did Killian let him, so easily? Especially after the blonde had sworn to himself that no one would ever be capable of breaking him down, something he had damn well followed through on, he still let Julius continue breaking, ripping both his heart and soul to shreds.

A conscious decision. Killian knew it was his choice to let Julius continue hurting him. He could have ended it permanently by simply placing a bullet between the other man's eyes, an action he'd committed so casually that it came to Killian as easily as breathing. The reason he didn't end things, didn't end Julius Goddamn Doherty himself, was not because Killian had some delusion Julius would change - and honestly, he didn't want Julius to change. Julius scared Killian, he was the only person capable of doing so, and Killian loved it as much as he loved Julius. It was one of the reasons the blonde had fallen in love with him, to begin with.

Truthfully, Killian couldn't have ever brought himself to end the life of the man who made him feel alive. Hell, it was driving him mad the more he thought about it because Killian knew damn well he enjoyed hurting and breaking Julius too. The blonde tried to ration with himself that it must be due to the feeling of absolute dominance, power, and control that it gave Killian to cause harm to, to turn helpless, to use, to break down the only person capable of striking fear into his soul like the hand of God. He tried to convince himself the enjoyment he got watching the shorter man suffer at his hands was all rooted in a mentality of taking the power back from Julius. Showing who was really in control, reminding Julius that he only held any power if Killian allowed it.

Or, were they both just that fucked up, to find enjoyment in bringing pain to the person they loved the most? Undeniably, they did it to each other, even if it was in different ways. For the most part, Killian would inflict physical harm upon Julius and found enjoyment in it. Whereas, Julius tended to prefer inflicting harm mentally on Killian and found enjoyment in it. For some inexplicable and messed up reason, both men were always egging each other on to do more and do worse. Julius admitted he liked the pain, and Killian admitted he loved the way Julius scared him was no different.

What Killian didn't love was the way Julius weaponized love. The blonde knew it was because Julius was too scared to make himself that vulnerable to him, fearing what Killian would do if he let his guard down when it came to their love. Ironically, the only thing that Julius was terrified of when it came to Killian, was the only thing Killian wished he wouldn't be scared of. Love wasn't something to weaponize, not as far as Killian believed, at least. So why did Julius do that to him?

Memories upon memories flooded the blonde man as he stared at the love of his life. Half of Killian wanted to scream at, hurt, and break apart Julius for everything he'd done, the other half wanted to forgive, embrace, apologize, and kiss while confessing everything he felt for Julius. All of him wanted to do the entirety of that and more.

"You gonna speak or just keep staring, Killy?" Julius sneered. Contrary to his change in appearance, Julius's personality seemed to have remained fully intact.

The comment was all it took for the strawberry blonde to snap. Lunging at the now purple-haired man, with newly acquired inhuman strength, he easily tackled and pinned Julius to the floor beneath himself.

Caught off guard at the sudden escalation, Julius yelped in surprise as Killian grabbed him, grunting in pain upon being mercilessly slammed into the hardwood floor. "Oh, now what the fuck was that for?!" Julius's voice dripped with sarcasm, groaning a bit at the immediate smack to the mouth Killian gave him.

Courtesy of the violent contact his head made with the floor upon both being tackled and then once more due to the brute force of the smack, Julius was over overwhelmed by the searing pain. The result was retorting with nothing more than an incoherent stream of swears while Julius attempted to squirm his way out from underneath the larger man.

Killian was thoroughly unamused by the sarcastic comment and half-intelligible insults now being thrown at him, "Oh, shut the fuck up!" He punctuated his words with harsh, repeated smacks across Julius's face. "Don't tell me you fuckin' thought you was gonna getta way unscathed, not with that shit you pulled, damn bitch!"

The purple-haired demon gave up on his fruitless attempts to get away. Instead, Julius's body went entirely limp and he just stared up with icy eyes. "What are you gonna do to me, Killy? We're both dead, you can't murder me for revenge," Julius bluntly stated the fact, in a monotone.

Killian became even more enraged by the ever-depleting emotions from Julius. His response was to grab Julius's slim wrists with bruising force, pinning both hands above his head. With nothing but danger in his voice, despite the quiet and calm tone, "I'm gonna fuckin' hurt you, just like you goddamn hurt me," Killian chuckled darkly.

The reply Julius gave was nothing more than kneeing the blonde in the gut and spitting in his face. He successfully knocked the wind out of Killian, but Julius had exhausted himself on his spree kill earlier. He hardly finished cleaning himself up from the blood bath, let alone had time to relax, before the blonde returned to his life. With much lower strength than usual (and certainly much less than the other demon held, at the moment), Julius hadn't even mustered enough force to knock the other away from him. All he'd done was piss off Killian more.

"Ya wanna fuckin' fight, Julie?!" Killian screamed, leaning mere inches from Julius's face. His emotions, his hurt, and pain, like always, came out as anger. Taking advantage of how skinny the purple-haired demon's wrists were, the blonde quickly maneuvered both into a tight lock with a single hand. Now freed, long, slender digits wrapped around Julius's throat, in a grip that was light yet threatening. "Ya wanna feel some pain, ya fuckin' bitch?! Ya always wanna start shit ya can't finish - and ya ain't able to get ridda me again, piece'a shit! Good for nothin' bitch, you are! All ya know how to goddamn do is fight 'nd fuck! So which the hell do ya want from me this time?! Huh?!"

"I want you to fuck right off and stay dead!" Julius spat the words as he gave up struggling from the pin Killian had him in on the floor. Killian smirked knowing Julius had given up.

It was all so familiar to Killian, wanting nothing more than to tell Julius just how much he loved him and how he wanted nothing more than to be together - but utterly failing to do so. Instead, he was screaming at the other man, hurting him and further destroying whatever trust Julius might have for him, therefore only hurting himself, in the process. That's when it finally clicked for the blonde. He didn't want to continue the way he had with Julius.

Killian hated his inability to communicate with Julius. Killian detested himself for treating the one he loved so poorly. The blonde realized it was wrong, that this was not how you treated someone you loved and wanted to spend forever with. The problem was, Killian didn't know how to convey his feelings properly; which only served to frustrate him further. Plus, the simple idea of making himself so valuable - to someone so dangerous, at that - caused the man to shut down emotionally. When Killian shut down emotionally, everything came out as anger.

Julius's chest heaved, thoroughly exhausted to the point he couldn't be bothered to continue a physical fight. He was too exhausted to bother continuing his act. For good. He didn't have it in him anymore to keep going the way he had, lying to Killian just to hurt him with this facade of nothingness. He'd done it for so long and all for what? Only to murder the one person he'd ever felt something so real, so intense and so undeniably for. The only person who likely ever truly loved and cared for him - albeit in his messy way - and the only reason Julius could confidently say he knew what it felt like to love and care for another.

Sudden clarity washed over Julius. He didn't understand why he was so stubborn and insisted on pretending that he wasn't in love with Killian, given he had admitted it out loud to the blonde, on countless occasions. What was trying to take it back every single time even doing, other than sending both men in an unnecessary spiral of destruction? He was hurting them both, Julius knew it and he couldn't bear any more of the pain, all built up for so long. Rather than continue trying to hide a thing, Julius did something that shocked both men to their cores. He cried.

Julius cried and it shattered Killian in a way neither could have predicted possible, but they were both crying now. Still locked in a stare-down and on the floor in their position from fighting, both men were uncontrollably sobbing as all the barriers held for so long crashed down at once.

Things didn't need to be spoken aloud to be understood. Julius and Killian always had an uncanny way of communicating with each other through nonverbal means, but there was no way to misinterpret the significance of finally letting themselves be utterly vulnerable in their feelings. They both held deep pain, caused by a vicious competition of who could hurt who worse. Neither of them had ever let the other catch a glimpse of the harm that was inflicted, at least not emotionally.

Both had been boys from broken homes that grew into broken men, never truly having been shown compassion in their formative years. Regardless of how toxic even the earliest years of their friendship had been, Julius and Killian always had each other. Attached at the hip since they'd met two decades ago as small children, and only now did they completely emotionally break down, in front of each other; together. They hurt because they'd been hurting each other.

Killian softly cupped Julius's cheeks with both hands, wiping tears away gently with his thumbs. In response, Julius lifted his badly shaking hands to Killian's face as well, copying the action. For some time, the two stayed like that, without a word. Simply being open in their pain while comforting the other, as opposed to relishing in it. Mutual trust was still there, stronger than either man had thought, maybe stronger than it ever had been. Julius and Killian had been through everything together and somehow, even after all they'd done to hurt each other, they were only more in love.

Neither Julius nor Killian wanted to continue the abuse towards each other. They didn't have it in themselves to willfully further inflict pain now that they were sharing the extent they'd damaged the other – and themselves – by doing the things that had been done. The past could never be changed, however, the future was in their control. It would take time and a lot of learning with patience, but both men were determined to improve their relationship. Learn to treat each other right. The stubbornness they both had could be used for good.

Killian spoke through tears, with a small but real smile forming on his face, "we have an unbreakable bond, not even death could separate us."

Sucking in a sharp breath and attempting to glare, Julius choked out, through a sob, a very unconvincing, "I hate you!" The expression of guilt along with the tears streaming down his cheeks made it painfully clear how upset Julius was with himself for being unable to speak what he meant.

Bad at dealing with his own emotions, Killian understood that Julius's feelings also often came out in anger. However, rage didn't get the better of the blonde this time. Instead, quite the opposite. Without hesitation or even a thought, Killian pulled Julius into his arms, embracing him close and tight as he spoke, "I love you, too."

Killian didn't give the other man a chance to respond, the blonde crashed his lips against the others, capturing Julius in a slow, loving, and extremely passionate kiss. There was no hesitation on the purple-haired demon's part to throw his arms around the blonde and cling to him, melting against Killian's chest. Julius's lips eagerly moved against the other man's, content to follow Killian's lead.

For the first time, Julius didn't once attempt to challenge the blonde's dominance. Rather eagerly, Julius completely submitted which only became more clear as the kiss started to intensify and things began to heat up. Killian understood the significance of Julius giving him all the power and control. It was a display of the shorter man's absolute trust in Killian.

Words didn't need to be spoken by Julius for the blonde to understand their love always had been and always would be very much mutual.

[end.]

[fruit-of-infidelity]

♱  DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Shuu | Dark 5½  ♱

⌜ Scene: School Courtyard ⌟

ー The school bell chimes. ー

Yui: Aah!

Time for class again, Shuu-san. Let’s get going, so we’re not late… Again.

…Eh?

Shuu-san? Where did you go?

( I could have sworn he was right here, with me. )

( No good… Don’t tell me he disappeared after hearing the bell. )

Pwahh… Is he avoiding me so he doesn’t have to go?

???: That shouldn’t be surprising.

Yui: E-Eh!?

ー Ryuuto suddenly appears by Yui. ー

( This guy! He’s… )

Ryuuto-san, right? That one that approached me at that house…

Ryuuto: The very same.

You seem surprised that we’ve crossed paths again, although I’m pleased to know that you’ve remembered my name, at the very least.

Yui: It’s hard to f-forget someone sneaking up on you like that…

( Something about how he’s looking at me tells me he’s up to no good… )

…Anyway, I think I better be on my way to class.

ー He blocks her path. ー

Ryuuto: I admire your desire to learn, although…

Missing class for but a few minutes won’t hurt; Stay for a little chat, will you? There is oh-so important business for us to touch on, after all.

Yui: What are you talking about?

Ryuuto: You see… I’m here to offer you a second chance.

I’m not too happy with how things between us left off, choosing the eldest Sakamaki – of all people – to care for you. It was foolish.

Yui: W-Well… I made my decision, and that was Shuu-san.

Ryuuto: Why decide upon him, I wonder?

Yui: Why not?

( Something tells me Ryuuto-san wouldn’t have been at all better… )

Ryuuto: Fufu, it should be obvious enough by this point already.

I’ve observed, how you’ve been disregarded by him on multiple occasions. Despite your gold-hearted attempt to do what is best for him.

Don’t you feel used, already?

Firstly, that kiss… and that bath incident. Of course, that’s not to mention his perverted assault upon your ears, with that “music” of his.

Yui: Y-You… know about all that!? How…

Ryuuto: …Fufufu.

Being tossed aside, used as nothing more than lewd entertainment, in such a perilous situation… Surely it is nothing short of difficult, no?

Alas, that happens to be just the sort of person Shuu is. One to disregard any and all responsibility he has, just for his own amusement.

So, why not place your trust into someone far more sensible?

Yui: That’s…

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈  I can handle myself ( ♥ )

Yui: I appreciate your concern, I think, but…

Besides that… weird behaviour of his, I’m sure I can handle myself with Shuu-san. S-So there is no reason to be looking out for me.

Ryuuto: You may have made your bed, but you need not lie in it, Pet.

Yui: Look, I’m confident that I’ll do just fine…!

　　❈  No, thank you

Yui: Do you mean… someone like you?

I think I-I’m fine as is, thank you…

Ryuuto: You don’t seem to say that with much conviction.

Yui: At the end of the day, you’re both Vampires. S-So what sort of difference would it even make, picking you?

You can’t expect me to take this sort of leap blindly…!

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Ryuuto: You can doubt my words all you like, though you’ll soon come to regret it; He’s an irresponsible one, Shuu. Mercilessly irresponsible.

And, I have no doubt that it might just get you killed.

Yui: But… It’s like Shuu-san said, there are those “special orders”. Right?

I’m not allowed to be killed; Why would he go against his own words?

Ryuuto: Would you take that chance?

Yui: ( And trust you instead? )

Ryuuto: You underestimate those people’s savagery, it seems.

ー Ryuuto creeps closer to her. ー

Once they catch scent of Her blood that runs through your veins… Fufu, you’ll be torn limb from limb in their frenzy; They’ve never been good at sharing.

Yui: “Her” blood…?

ー He grasps onto her arm. ー

Ryuuto: …Why not save yourself the grief, and choose me?

Yui: H-Hey…!

( He’s g-got such a tight grasp on my arm, suddenly! )

Ryuuto: Surely you know better than to trust these Sakamaki’s.

Is there not something deep within you that knows you would be safer elsewhere? A feeling… A voice, even, compelling you to say yes?

Yui: Ouch…

Ryuuto: You needn’t even let them know where you’ve run off you; We can head home right away, and you’ll be safe with me.

Yui: R-Ryuuto-san...!

You’re hurting me!!

ー He lets go of her arm. ー

Ryuuto: … …

Yui: Uu…

( I-I didn’t mean to raise my voice like that, but that really hurt! )

ー The second bell chimes, this time. ー

( …! The w-warning bell. )

Ryuuto: …I’m a patient man, but even I have my limits.

I’ll give you some time to reconsider, hm? Just don’t take too long doing so, before it becomes – ultimately – too late for you to be saved, Pet.

Yui: I…

I-I’m sorry, I need to get to class. Excuse me…!

ー Yui quickly runs off. ー

Ryuuto: … …

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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[channieskies]

Pairing: Bang Chan × Reader [Non-idol au]

Featuring: Lee Know, Changbin (mentioned)

Genre: Smut, Drabble

Synopsis: Disheartened by your crush finding true love, you ask for a little help from a work friend.

Word Count: 4000+ [Reading Time: 18 Min]

A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. This wasn't proofread, so beware.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. NSFW warnings are under the cut.

He stood up straight and closed the gap between the two of you. His hand rested on your hip as he pulled you closer to him. “Tell me Y/N, are you really up for this?” His minty breath tickled your cheeks as he leaned his face towards yours. “You seem a little nervous.” You were, for some odd reason. It’s not like you didn’t know what this was; a hook up. A very glamorous one if you were to be honest with yourself. You needed to get over whatever mental block that was keeping you from living in the moment. Your body took over as your hands snaked around him, fingers traveling across his damp shoulders.

Warnings⚠️: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Unprotected sex [please wrap it before you tap it. This is fiction, and I control the narrative. Real life is scary, so please be safe], creampie, fingering, oral (male receiving)(please let me know if I missed any)

Your face was pressed against your arms as you rested against the makeshift bar. You definitely weren't drunk, but you more than definitely  wanted to be. Desperately trying to drink away the sorrow that you felt from watching the guy you liked in accounting propose to the hippity happity heifer that you unfortunately had the displeasure of sharing a cubicle with. You absolutely hated that bitch with her constant laughter and cheerful ‘I'm out here living my best life,’ attitude. She was always on some thirst of life bull that you just couldn't get behind. Life was miserable and so was that bitch and her existence. You groaned as you sat up, waving at the bartender for another apple martini or whatever it was he had been fixing you. 

It was that time of year for the company anniversary party. The time for fun and laughter, with everyone from every branch statewide got together to celebrate another year of prosperity and profits. Well that- and a fully stocked free bar. That seemed to be all that could comfort you at this moment after watching your dream man get snatched away. You sipped your drink and turned on the stool you were messily situated on, eyes frowning in disgust at the happy couple. Truth be told, you did want to be loved. You longed to be happy, especially if it was with someone who loved you back just as much. But you also wanted to be fucked mercilessly until you just couldn't take the dick anymore. 

But it just didn't seem that type of fairy tail ending was in the cards for you. With a string of failed, almost tragically doomed relationships, and the amount of situationships you’d been a part of, you’d sworn off love. “They won't last six months.” Your coworker spoke as he took a seat on the barstool next to you. You kissed your teeth, his presence always seemed to annoy you for some reason that you couldn’t put your finger on. 

“What makes you the guru of relationships? Aren't you practically a call boy? Or does fucking members of the board not count or something?” You asked, not bothering to censor yourself; the liquor makes you less of a prude and a lot more open to speaking your mind.

“That's exactly how I know. I've been fucking her every other day in the conference room for months now.” You snorted, liquor going up your nose as well as spilling on your shirt. “There was no way you really thought she was having that many conference calls with clients.” Pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to stop the alcohol from stinging. 

“Fuck-…. Minho… what the hell?” He turned to you, his freshly poured whiskey to his lips. “You're serious?” He nodded as you stared at him wide eyed. 

“Plus she told me he's a real sub- like he likes being pegged and dominated and all that. He even begged her to let him call her mommy once. That's not going to work for her, trust me…. She is definitely not dominant.” You were absolutely floored, you loved when freshly brewed tea was spilled.  

“Damn.” You were speechless, the news was almost sobering. Now, you were wondering just how many other people Minho was fucking in this office. “I mean, if you don’t mind me asking; who all do you have on rotation? You have me curious now.” He chuckled, setting his empty glass back on the bar. 

He stared at you for a moment, more than likely taking inventory of your demeanor, seeing if you could be trusted with this secret. “I normally wouldn’t divulge this type of information, due to the fact that I’m a businessman and I like to keep my business under wraps. So, with that being said…”  He leaned in, a threatening but calm look in his eyes. “You tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, and I’ll kill you myself.” He smiled, but it has absolutely no warmth behind it. You swallowed hard, trying not to look as intimidated as you felt. 

He started pointing them out. “Catherine from human resources, she loves her husband James, but she's also a bit of an exhibitionist, I fucked her in the rooftop garden yesterday morning. Lexi from the front desk has a daddy kink that even I couldn't handle, that's why me and one of the bosses, Changbin, have to tag team her. You know about Yasmin being a sub now, but she's nasty and I like it. The tricks she does with that tongue of hers…” He chuckled lightly. 

He had you hanging off his every word; you were intrigued. “I'm doing a few other girls and a few of the guys as well, but they aren't nearly as interesting as the ones I've named. I mean, I fucked Jisung in the stall about thirty minutes ago. I think he’s still in there crying. But other than that, ” You took a large gulp of your drink, downing it; you were hot and it wasn't from the liquor. 

“Ho-how did you start.. you know.. messing with them?” 

He sighed, loosening his tie. “Things just happen, I guess. Why? Are you interested in being a part of the rotation?” Your body stiffened at his words, you were visibly bothered by his offer. Not that you didn’t think he was attractive, he was more than that; Minho was like the sun and you know what happened to Icarus when he flew too close. 

“I'm kidding. It's obvious that's not your speed. Lighten up, Y/n.” He patted your shoulder lightly before turning back to the bar. 

“But what if I do?” You asked after gathering up the courage. 

“What if you do what?” He was in the midst of ordering another drink when you abruptly asked him. 

“What if I do want you to fuck me?” His brow rose even though he didn't turn around. 

“Even if you do, I wouldn't.” Your face cracked; why would this rejection hurt when you didn’t even like him like that? For some reason, it hurt a lot.  “Not because I don't want to, but because I wouldn't want to hurt you. You seem like a nice lady and I wouldn't want you to get caught up in me-" You sighed so loud it could be heard over the music and chatter in the background. 

You rolled your eyes, “I can handle myself-" 

He chuckled, “No trust me on this, you don't want this. I have fucked up peoples whole lives for less. But I do have someone I can introduce you to.” He thanked the bartender for his drink and turned towards you once again. “My roommate is a sports attorney. He has a good job, but he just doesn't have the time to go out and look for girls to fuck. So, being the nice guy that I am, I usually do what I can to help him out. So, if you are interested I can-" 

“I'm down.” He was shocked that you'd consider it, especially with such quickness.

“Alright, I'll text you my address. You can meet him tonight.” 

You didn't expect it to be so soon and it showed all over your face. “Too soon?” You shook your head, knowing you might back out if you waited too long. 

“No, tonight is fine.” 

You were seated in the back of the taxi, hands nervously squeezing each other. You decided to leave the party after receiving the text from Minho. He had disappeared for a while, but you clearly knew where he was since your cubicle mate Yasmine disappeared around the same time. “They won't last six months..” You chuckled to yourself. You were kind of glad you didn't confess your crush on that guy. The driver stopped in front of this tall high rise that you couldn't fully see from the car window. You paid and got out, and the door man from the building apprehensively approached you,who looked more than a little lost. “May I help you ma’am?” Digging your sweaty hands into the pockets of your trench coat. “I'm here to see one of the residents… uh.. “ You shuffled to find your phone that was trying its best to be elusive in this moment of necessity. 

“I'm a friend of Lee Minho.. but I'm here to see his roommate.” Finally you found it in the deepest part of your pocket and read the name from the text. “Bah? Ban.. no- Bahng,  Christopher?” The man kindly nodded. “Head to the elevator and head up to the twenty-fourth floor. They are 2400 B.” He kindly opened the door for you and watched as you headed into the immaculate building. How could Minho afford this? You were sure his paycheck had to be in the same ballpark as yours. Even with a roommate this had to be at least seven to eight thousand a month. You got on the elevator and headed up to the twenty-fourth floor. You tried your best to keep your nerves in check, but they were getting the best of you. Your hands trembled as you gripped the device in your hand.

Your mind started racing with negative thoughts. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm no good? What if he thinks I'm ugly? So engrossed in your own thoughts you didn't even notice the doors had opened long ago and were about to close. Quickly you reached out and pressed the buttons to open it once again and rushed out. “You can do this. You are a boss bitch, this is nothing to you.” You reassured yourself and pressed forward, gaining enough courage to ring the doorbell. It took a few minutes but a face came up on the monitor. “Hello? Oh- You must be Y/N, Minho's co-worker. Come on in, make yourself comfortable. I'll be right with you.” The door beeped and clicked letting you know to come in. 

Apprehensively you grabbed the door handle and turned it and pushed it open. The air that rushed out filled your senses, greeting you with the smell of a man; a light leathery scent mixed with cardamom and teakwood. You stepped into the well lit apartment, peeking your head out of the entryway that was lined with closets. “I'm coming in.” Your body was slow to move as you made your way further into the apartment, surprised at how well decorated yet simple the place looked. Their furniture was a mix of woods and leathers, with an occasional fur rug placed on the cold, washed, concrete floors. 

It was an open and spacious place, a very large piano was used as a room divider between the living and dining areas. The kitchen had infinity edge marble countertops and wood cabinets and matched the dining room table. The whole place was beautiful. “I'm sorry I was taking so long.” His voice was warm and alluring even though he probably didn't mean for it to be. Your eyes snapped towards the man and widened almost immediately. He was leaning against the wall, just wrapped in a towel. He had another wrapped around his neck, presumably for his wet, beautifully curly hair. “I just got off and wanted to wash up before you came through.” He smiled, and you damn near melted. His smile was just as gorgeous as he was. “Would you like a drink? You look like you need to relax a bit.” 

You knew that you gave off the vibe of being a little high strung at times, even though it wasn't intentional. “Yeah, that'd be nice.” 

“I hope red wine is fine, Minho is the cook and bartender. I'm okay in the kitchen, I just don’t want to chance messing up anything he has going on in here.” The towel hung low on his hips as he sauntered over to the kitchen bar to pour you a glass of wine. He placed the glass down on the marble surface and motioned for you to come over. “You know, I don't bite unless you're into that.” He smiled again, making your heart skip a beat. “Get over here.” Your feet moved before your mind could catch up.There was something that pulled you to him, something you couldn’t explain.

You stood on the other side of the bar, stiffly. “Closer.” He was leaning on the countertop. “Don't be scared. I promise I'm not an asshole like Minho.” 

“But- Isn’t he your friend?”

He looked surprised briefly, and ithen chuckled lightly. “Ah- Yes, he is. We’ve known each other for years, even before his villain story arc. But that doesn't concern me or us at the moment, I asked you to come closer, but you're still standing all the way over there.” You chuckled and moved around the cabinets, stopping about a foot away from him.

He stood up straight and closed the gap between the two of you. His hand rested on your hip as he pulled you closer to him. “Tell me Y/N, are you really up for this?” His minty breath tickled your cheeks as he leaned his face towards yours. “You seem a little nervous.” You were, for some odd reason. It’s not like you didn’t know what this was; a hook up. A very glamorous one if you were to be honest with yourself. You needed to get over whatever mental block that was keeping you from living in the moment. Your body took over as your hands snaked around him, fingers traveling across his damp shoulders. 

“I think I can manage.” He smirked. 

“Get your drink and follow me, then.” He pulled away and flashed that sexy smile at you again. Your legs felt weak, so you leaned your weight against the counter as you gathered yourself and your wine, taking a big gulp. You scurried off quickly following Chris back into his bedroom.

The large bed had a panel of lights in it that helped the ambient lighting in the room. There was a fireplace that was lit that divided the room and bathroom. “Aren't you hot in that jacket? I can put it in the coat closet if you need me to.” You hadn't thought about it, but you were a little hot. You put your glass down on the bedside table and he helped you out of your coat.

“Still overdressed, but that's better.” He draped the coat over a chair so it wouldn’t be far from you. “So Minho tells me you propositioned him for… a good time. But he suggested me instead.” You frowned as you noticed a long rope tied to the headboard. You reached for it only to be scolded. “I wouldn't do that unless you want to be tied down, baby.” Your eyes widened at his confession. But you reached for it anyways, curiosity taking over. 

He chuckled, taking a few quick steps from where he was standing. He had somehow taken your wine from you, placed it on the table and laid you back, your legs parted but still dangling off the bed. One of his legs was between yours while the other was bent at the knee on the edge of the mattress. He had one hand pinned next to your head as his lips traced your jaw. “I see someone is a little hard headed. Don't worry, we'll rectify that.” He slipped your wrist into the restraint, “You're mine now. No turning back.” You were completely okay with that. “You're familiar with the traffic light system, yes?” You nodded. “What color are we now?”

“Green.”

He smirked, showing off a dimple. “Good.” He was incredibly alluring, as soon as he flashed his full smile you were done for. He unbuttoned your fancy button down. He took his time with each button, pushing the fabric open when the final one was done. His fingers played with the racy lace of your bra before tugging it down under your breast forcefully. His lips latched to your skin, licking and nipping his way up to your mouth from the valley between your breasts. He pressed a kiss to your parted lips. His hands moved to grab your face, his thumb slipping into your mouth. He swiped it over your tongue, dipping it into your mouth. “Suck.” You obliged, your legs pressed together unconsciously at his command.

You sucked on his thumb as he stared down at you with dark, lust filled eyes. He would normally take things slow with a girl he had just met, but something about you turned him on. His hardened member pressed against the soft, white towel, begging to be freed and touched. But he wanted to explore your body a little more, get to know your curves first. He slipped his thumb out of your mouth, smearing your saliva over your bottom lip before he licked it away then sucked your lip between his teeth, nipping at it. You groaned softly. 

It had honestly been awhile since you had had any, and even longer since you had someone make you feel the way he was making you feel. The kicker was, he had just started and he wasn't even doing much. A hand traveled down your stomach and past the tight band of your tight pencil skirt. He smiled as he pulled away from your lips. “I didn't take you for the type..Y/N.” His fingers brushed over your bare mound. When you went home to wash up and change, you forgot to put on panties. Who needed them if they were going to be discarded and probably lost anyways.

Despite it having been a while, this still wasn't your first rodeo. “Hmm… it seems you're a bit naughtier than I imagined. Perfect.” The look in his eyes had you worried. He pulled back and pulled the tight skirt down your hips, not caring if it ripped, which it did. He tossed it to the side, letting it land near the open door. He spread your legs and moved between them fully. His arms wrapped around yours and he moved you to the middle of the king sized mattress.

“Look at how wet you are. You've been thinking about getting fucked for some time, haven't you?” He spread your pussy lips with his index and thumb, using fingers on his other hand to dip it into your wetness. “Look at that little pussy of yours. It's begging for my fingers.” you moaned as he teased your entrance with two of his fingers before pushing one in. He dipped it in a few times before pulling it out and dipping two in this time. your back arched, each stroke of his fingers was so slow and deliberate. you were weak, as much time that had gone between the last time you were touched had made you soft. Or maybe it was because he was just good at what he did, whatever it was, you felt as if you could unravel right around his fingers. 

He thumb strummed over your clit as if he was playing guitar. your legs widened as you tugged on the restraint on your one arm. Your eyes rolled back, “You like that, don't you?” When you didn't answer, Chris leaned down and gently bit the skin right over your rib cage, causing you to be snapped out of your sex driven stupor. 

“Y-yes. I love it.” He could feel him smile against your skin as he kissed the place he had bitten. 

“Good girl.” He retracted his hand before pushing a third finger in. You gasped for air, your walls stretching around his knobby, tick fingers. “Such a good girl…” 

You soon came undone, his fingers being just what you needed to get over your slump. You were trying to catch your breath and come down when he slipped his three drenched fingers into your mouth, fucking it. “Stick out that fucking tongue.” His words were just as forceful as his fingers, but you still obliged. His finger fucked your mouth until everybit of your cum was replaced with your saliva. He pulled them out and used the saliva that coated them to lubricate his stiff member. He discarded the towel and stroked himself. “Keep your mouth open.” 

He moved to the other side of the bed for the other restraint which he quickly wrapped around your free wrist. He moved up beside you and turned your head to the side, resting it on your arm. He situated himself with one knee above your arm and the other at the bottom, straddling it in a way. His fingers laced into your hair with one hand as the other guided his member into your waiting mouth. “Fuck…Your mouth is so wet…” He thrusted into your mouth at a slow pace at first as he gauged just how good you were. But he soon realized you could roll with the punches which pleased him greatly. His thrust quickly built up until there was a pool of thick saliva pooling on your arm and tears pricking your eyes. 

He knew if he kept it up, you'd be gagging on more than just his cock, so he pulled back, smacking his member against your cheek. Lipstick was smeared around your mouth and at the base of his cock. Her eye makeup was running, but he thought it was kind of charming. You were a trooper.  He wiped your mouth, getting his member wet with your saliva once again. “You keep surprising me, Y/N.” He smacked your stiff nippled with his wet fingers and chuckled as you groaned.

“Now, let's give you what you came here for.” He placed a pillow under your head and turned your hips, lifting one of your legs as he laid down behind you. His size would be perfect for you, you knew it and you couldn't wait until he stretched you out. You needed his cock, you needed to cum around his thick member. Without hesitation he slipped his cock into your wet entrance. His back was pressed partially to yours and your side. He put your leg down, his fingers tracing your curves up to your breast, where he played with your erect nipples. “You'll be screaming my name before this is over.” He whispered in your ear before his other hand grabbed the back of your neck and he began to pound into you. You pulled on the restraints, but it wasn't helping you at all. The feeling of his thick member sliding against your wet walls was electrifying.

You didn't care about how the sound of their skin smacking against each other, or  your loud moans mixed with his breathless grunts, or how your pussy squelched with every hard thrust into your. You felt so fucking good because of him. He nipped at your shoulder, his feet digging into the plush gray comforter on his bed. He secured you in his arms as your pussy tightened around him. His quick and merciless thrust pushes your right into your second orgasm. “That's right, cum for me Y/N. Cum all over that dick.” He breathed against your neck, his warm breath tickling you. Her sensual moans loudly reverberated around the room, ringing right back into your ears.

Even with reaching your climax, he didn't stop. He flipped you over onto your knees, his member still deep inside your wetness. With one hand on your back and the other pressing down on your neck, he picked up the pace. You were speechless and breathless at what he was doing to you. “Fuck…. Yes… Chris.” you chanted over and over as your third orgasm ripped through your legs shaking from fatigue. Her moans and words nearly incoherent as you begged for him to keep going though you knew you couldn't take anymore of his relentless pounding. Her hands were balled into fists, rope burns around your wrists from your constant tugging.

“You're so fucking wet…” Your sticky cum was dripping down your quaking thighs and clinging to his dick. “You're going to make me cum..” His thrusts became almost unbearable with the amount of force he was putting into each once. He snapped his hips forward a few more times before pulling out and standing up, stroking his member until he splattered his cum all over your back. Long strings of the white substance painting your warm sweaty skin.  He chuckled breathlessly as he leaned down to smack your ass. You were panting and a complete cummy mess. Your hair was stuck to your face and neck, your makeup in ruins, just like your pussy. He had fucked your into oblivion. You didn't stay awake much longer than that. A mix between the day's events, your drinking, and him busting your pussy wide open, left you more than exhausted.

Despite appearances, Chris was a nice guy. Growing up in a house with his mother and sister living there had rubbed off on him, so he knew how to take care of one. He wasn't as tired as you were and wasn't rude enough to kick you out like Minho would. He cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, your makeup was first, then the cummy mess that both of them had made. He took off the restraints and the rest of your clothes, changing into some of his clothes for you to sleep in. He moved your hair out of your face before laying you comfortably in the bed. After taking another shower, Minho had arrived at the apartment with a sly smirk on his face as he greeted Chris. “Good night?” He could tell by the exhausted look on his friend's face that it was more than good. “I guess that good girl act she had going was just that.” Chris didn't say a word, he just closed the door in Minho's face, reminding himself to thank him later. He might have just found someone to keep on rotation.

A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

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[snehartshish]

A Mind Devoid of Thoughts...

‘So, nobody told you that a creative life would be this tough.’

Ok, I’ll be honest- this isn’t my quote but a rehashed version of a fellow friend’s Whatsapp Bio. But it seemed to be looming deep inside my mind while I thought of writing something, just out of the blue.

My admiration for writers and artists grows with every passing day. From a personal point of view, I know how frustrating and downright saddening it feels when you think that your brain has hit rock bottom. No stimulus, no ideas, no themes… In fact, I’m going through that phase currently; and even though I’m not a professional writer but just someone who is passionate about it, I cannot deny the fact that the brain fog is often jarring. For most of the part, it makes you feel that you are incapable of what you love doing or that you don’t have it in you. An artist’s brain is perhaps the greatest critic he has within him. Not only does it mercilessly censure a modest idea but it also counts the flaws and inconsistencies even when you don’t welcome them. I have been blessed with such a mind- fortunately or unfortunately. And even in these depressing phases when the mind seems all out and vanquished, it cannot stop caring for the art and craft of writing.

One thing that makes it more challenging for me to survive through a mind block like this is the simple but stifling fear of losing my interest and knack for writing; because I know that when it comes to the 10 other things that most people are good at, I just suck at them. I’m not a great sportsperson, neither am I a talented musician or a vocalist. But deep down, I know that writing or for that matter creating a specific type of content is something that I at least love and enjoy. Maybe I’m good at it, maybe I’m not. I leave that for you to decide, as you read this piece. But the fact that I’m able to put all this out gives me a deep satisfaction and helps me deal with this creative ‘traffic jam’ in a more meditative fashion.

Have I learnt something out of this? Yes! Off late I have been pondering about my incapacity to just churn out something and today as I write I feel that there is definitely a hidden lesson to be grasped and nurtured out of this exercise...

“JUST LIKE OUR BODIES, OUR MINDS NEED CERTAIN EXERCISES TO HAVE THE CREATIVE JUICES FLOWING.”

And for some reason that I wouldn’t delve into for now, I haven’t been able to give myself the time for the same. Some bad and embarrassing habits that kept me off the hook and thereby hit me hard when I realized that I’m in deep shit. But now, I’m all up and ready to face this fear head on.

This might definitely seem childish and pretty vague to you. It’s in fact the most basic things that I could write and is not even my most favorite. But at least it helped me address my mental space and share it with you. So if you’ve read this to its entirety I would just like to say-

Thanks for caring and being there. I hope you find your peace in whatever you love doing. Thank you friend. 

[cheekygreenty]

Familiar - The Darkling x Reader

He was living his worst nightmare. You were in danger because of him. He swore to protect you, to get himself caught in the crossfire if it meant saving you but right now he was useless and you were suffering. He didn't know where you were or who took you from the Palace, the place he said was like a fortress, the safest place in Ravka. You were swiped from right under his nose, most likely roughly and mercilessly and it was all because you loved him.

He never wanted anyone to know of your relationship, you were his most protected and valued secret and he would put his life on the line to keep it that way. But now you were gone and he couldn't bare to look at himself. The promise he made to you was broken and he let you down.

For our love is a ghost that the others can't see

You agreed with it too, knowing that you would immediately become a target if Aleksander introduced you as his. But here you were now, sitting in the back of a moving coach, gagged and handcuffed with a blood and tear stained face.

The ride was more bumpy and painful than it was at the start, having now been on it for at least 4 hours, you knew you were far from home and heading to Fjerda.

The realization hit you as soon as you felt a pair of strong hands at your wrists, holding them apart in the safety of your chambers to prevent you from summoning. The festivities were loud and blocked out your shouts of self-defense and cries for help. That's where Aleksander's protection had run out, right there in your shared rooms.

You cursed yourself as more tears slipped out your eyes, you were a fool who didn't listen to their own advice. Ravka didn't know about you, the Darkling seemingly had no weaknesses until your irrationally tipsy behavior. Tonight's stupid actions would cost you your life.

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'Enjoying the celebrations?' You held your fourth champagne glass of the night tightly in your hand as you walked up to Aleksander and Ivan. They were all business and no party as the Little Palace roared to life following a day of successful business negotiations. Grisha of all orders let loose and had fun, forgetting the troubles of war as foreign delegations joined in, all in unity for a single night of fun.

The Zemeni were dancing with the Kerch, the Shu were peacefully discussing with the Kaelish, it was a utopia. Your own mind was for once calm, be it the champagne or the vibes you didn't know and didn't care.

'You did a very good job Y/N, I'm impressed.' Ivan gestured to the party and pride filled you. It was stressful and nerve-racking to plan a banquet of this magnitude, but seeing it all accomplished and with no fights made you unbelievably happy.

'Thank you Ivan. Go enjoy yourself, I'm sure Fedyor is looking for you.'

He walked away just as you'd hoped, leaving you and Aleksander alone. You moved a step closer, taking his hand in yours.

'It is magnificent darling, you look magnificent too.' His head dipped as it usually did when he was about to kiss you, but he stopped himself and instead looked around the room, inspecting it to make sure no one was watching him.

'Relax, we're in a large crowd, I highly doubt anyone is paying us any mind.' With the foreign ambassadors here, Aleksander's black attire was balanced out with black tuxedos and suits. He wasn't sticking out anymore, he blended in. You wanted to be with him, and perhaps you could be right now.

'If you say so' Although your words did something to reassure him, his sweet lips were brief on yours. It was a short kiss, but he somehow conveyed his love for you in that quick second before he was back to his usual General persona.

'Alright General Kirigan, I'll go annoy Genya.' You joked and in the process knocked the glass over onto your fine silk kefta. 'Shit'

You didn't miss the look of amusement on his face as you tried to dry the stain with your sleeve. 'Or I'll go and change' you laughed, leaning into his laughing body.

You were certain the moment was intimate and private, that nobody was watching, but a pair of eyes closely watched the scene from afar, mouth open ajar as he found the Darkling's only weakness; You.

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'Moi Soverenyi what is the meaning of all this?' Ivan didn't expect to be dragged out of bed at this hour and see the General's inner circle crowded around his war table in their nightclothes. He thought the banquet went well: nobody fought or got injured or even argued, it was the perfect night so to speak. But the powerful Grisha still dressed in his silk black kefta was restless and panicked.

His hair was disheveled and he looked ready to kill as he stood with his back to everyone, facing the big map of Ravka. The room was silent save for a few yawns and sighs. Nobody knew anything about why they were there but the tension surrounding their commander was hostile and frightening.

'Y/N Y/L/N is missing from Palace grounds. I think she may have been taken.' Ivan stilled, he was the only person in the room who knew of the relationship between his General and you and had grown to like your refreshing presence. He cared for you in a brotherly way and your disappearance ignited a fury in him.

'I need you searching the streets, interrogating the delegates, anything we can to bring her back.' His face was still turned away from them, and Ivan knew he wouldn't turn around.

Aleksander was beside himself with worry and guilt, he was on the verge of tears. You were gone and it was his fault. His mind was swirling with the accusations and the self-hate, but also with memories of you. Your life echoed around the walls of his head, bouncing off of his heart with a shatter.

He wasn't going to wake up tomorrow next to you curled up in his arms. He wasn't going to hear you rant over breakfast. You were gone and it was his fault.

He was trying so hard to devise a plan to find you, to command his Grisha and be a General, but in that moment he was just Aleksander, Y/N's Aleksander. Worry took up his mind and all the commanding bones in his body yearned to have you next to him.

He turned his head briefly to Ivan, who had the same expression on his face that Genya wore when he woke her up searching for Y/N. She was already out in the streets of Os Alta with David, trying their luck with tracking your jewelry.

'We leave in 10 minutes. Every single Grisha in the Second Army will be used if need be.' If you listened closely, you could hear the edge to his voice, a slight pang of heartbreak and anguish. He was trying to hide it, but alas he was only a man.

The Grisha started muttering amongst themselves and Ivan caught a few words of their conversations and couldn't help but let the rage rise in him 'She's not even that good of a soldier.....' 'Who is that?' 'I want to go back to bed....'

'A foreign dignitary had the audacity to kidnap a Grisha after we let them into our home and you speak of going to bed?'

'Ivan.' Fedyor warned him.

'Moi Soverenyi, with all due respect, Y/L/N was simply a teacher to the younger Grisha, not a high-ranking soldier with valuable intel. Should we really assume a kidnapping happened? For all we know it was desertion. Y/N found a good moment to slip out and escaped.'

Every shade of us you fade down to keep

Them in the dark on who we are

The second those words were spoken by Polina, Aleksander's black shadows let loose. They crept up her legs and around her throat, tightening and tightening until air could no longer enter the inferni's lungs. She was petrified, she was simply stating another perspective on the situation but her General's and Ivan's responses told her her opinion was not wanted at all.

Aleksander stopped himself before he killed her. It was his fault, all of it. His Grisha didn't take this seriously because they didn't know who Y/N truly was to him, perhaps a secret ready to be shared, spoke a voice deep in the back of his head, not your voice though. He wouldn't tell anyone anything until he had your approval. If he ever got it.

'Believe me, Y/N was no deserter.'

'10 minutes!' Barked Ivan at the Grisha when none of them moved from their tired trance.

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You didn't know Fjerdan fluently but you knew enough to make out the most important words 'We crossed the border', 'Witch', 'let her burn'. It was enough to drown your hope of escaping and coming home to Aleksander and your Grisha.

You never got involved in any war or fighting, simply choosing to teach the young students the basics of summoning. It made you content and happy, whereas war made you anxious and nervous. Your body had only ever known the luxuries of the Little Palace, the feel of a pen or book in your hands. To add to it, your powers were never used in a defensive way only summoned when you taught, so this was a drastic turn of events to say the least.

Being dragged and beaten by the Fjerdans, insulted in a foreign language, and cuffed so the one comfort you had available to you was useless, brought you to your knees despite the initial training you received when you joined the Second-Army. I am no soldier, I am a teacher.

The border had been crossed and you were officially a Fjerdan captive, ready to sit a trail where you would be found guilty and hanged for your gifts. The chances of Aleksander finding you were slim to none as you tried to remember if any clues were left behind at the scene of your kidnapping. The Fjerdans were quick and concise, neat and skilled, leaving no traces of their presence in your chambers.

The back of the carriage yanked open and let in the evening sun, blinding you in the process. You stopped counting the time after the 8th hour passed and your space was still pitch black. The shadows once were a comfort, now they were simply a tool to frighten you even more.

'Let's go, Witch.' A tall man spoke as he grabbed you by the arm, dragging you as if you didn't weigh anything. You complied, not seeing a reason to tire yourself by fighting back. It was pointless and futile.

You were in the middle of nowhere, a field of open green space with patches of snow. Fjerda. You'd never been anywhere near the border even, but the cold wind was whiplash-inducing just as Aleksander once described it.

'I thought I am to face trial.' You had barely spoken a word in fear in the carriage but the suspicion had rousted you to mutter the words.

'You? I'd rather kill you right here' joked the man and his companions laughed along as if what you said was the beginnings of a hilarious joke. 'You are the Demon's vulnerability, we hurt him for revenge' He pushed you to your knees roughly.

This love is gonna be the death of me

It's a danger

'So I am to die in a field?'

'Not before you tell us everything about the Darkling' then a kick to your stomach shut down your senses.

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'We are crossing into Fjerda Moi Soverenyi' Ivan shouted over the galloping horses. Not even 2 minutes after the meeting, Fedyor noticed 3 Fjerdan delegates missing from their rooms in the Little Palace and raced to tell his General who was now fiercely riding his black stallion with a fury no one dared to comment on. He had Squallers feeling the air for you, Durasts tracking your jewelry, and Heartrenderers listening to heartbeats as they all made their way up to Fjerda, the enemy country.

As time passed, the fear rose and turned into a strange combination of denial and grief. Aleksander tried to desperately shoo it away, to rid the thought as it came. You were alive. You had to be.

He felt his crew getting restless and tired but he didn't dare slow his pace. His stallion seemed to understand the urgency of the situation and for lack of a better word, legged it as his master requested.

'General, we think we can feel something.' The Durast and Squaller riding right behind him suddenly burst out. 'About 5 miles northeast, I can direct us from there.' The man in the purple kefta bellowed and Aleksander's heart picked up the pace to a deadly rhythm. He was immortal, but he was sure this was going to be the death of him.

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It took every ounce of courage and pride to not give in but you hurt all over. Your ribs were cracked, lungs quickly collapsing, your arms and legs unmoving. The only aspect of you that looked normal was your face

'I'll leave it, let him see you dead in a coffin with only your pretty face as a reminder of how disgusting he is, how disgusting all of you are.'

You had told them nothing, not a word, not even a cry of pain to satisfy them. If these were truly your last moments, you wouldn't go down as a traitor. Your eyes closed on their own accord a while ago, your ears stopped listening when you heard the first bone crack in your leg.

You didn't see Aleksander's shadows flood the field, cutting down everything in his path. You didn’t hear the Fjerdans scream out in pain and fear. There was blood everywhere, not just yours as he ran to you.

'HEALERS NOW' you didn't see him, you didn't hear him, but he saw you beaten and dying right in front of him. His hands traced the side of your face lovingly as a small tear escaped his eye. You felt it, his touch on yours and your lip pulled up in the faintest smile you could manage. He was here.

Ivan was next to you in an instant, attempting to quicken your heartbeat, fill your weak lungs with air and keep you alive but his shaking hands were rigid and stiff with fear at the possibility of losing his friend. The other Grisha watched with perplexed faces as they quickly approached, the Healers running for dear life to get to you in time. You were only a teacher in their eyes, not the General's love or the Heartrenderers comrade.

'Y/N you'll be okay, I promise.' Aleksander left a kiss against your forehead, keeping his lips there for as long as he could before the red keftas swarmed around you and fought to save your dwindling life.

And the dark was opening wide, do or die

You registered his touch, his kiss, before the itching took over and the pain slowly lifted. The darkness was back as a comfort and death seemed far away.

The Darkling only had one weakness, one vulnerability, and only one reoccurring nightmare; the death of Y/N Y/L/N and he made sure to let the world know if you ever came to harm, he would kill anyone and anything in his path.

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Let's Make A Deal

↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: draco and reader get hurt during a quidditch match and they wake up in the hospital wing together.

Warnings: mentions of blood (nothing too graphic i think, but if you're not ok with it don't read this!)

Word Count: 2040

This idea came to me unexpectedly and i thought it was really cool. I hope you think so too :)

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It was the day of the match: gryffindor vs slytherin. The stalls were filled with hundreds of people sporting the colors of the two teams, creating two giant moving blocks of red and green. The teams were already hovering on their brooms throughout the entire pitch and with them, you. You were one of the chasers for the gryffindor team, fast and agile, second only to Harry Potter who dashed through the air at the speed of lightning.

On the other team, the slytherins were getting ready, trying to intimidate your squad with all kinds of dirty looks. They did in fact intimidate you, but not because of their mean glares, because you knew they would have been ready to do anything to win. Much was at stake that day: the victory, the quidditch cup and honor.

When Madame Hooch blew the whistle, everyone sprinted for their respective balls: you went for the quaffle. The game was going smoothly, maybe even too smoothly as you and the other chasers kept on scoring for gryffindor. The reason, as you soon noticed, was because the bludgers weren't hindering you: one of them was currently being thrown around by Fred and George while the other one was ruthlessly pursuing the slytherin seeker, Draco Malfoy. A rogue bludger, you reckoned.

The seeker was trying desperately to get rid of it, but no matter how hard he tried, the bludger was always hot on his tail.

"What are you doing, y/l/n?!" shouted Oliver Wood from his post in front of the giant hoops as you stopped in mid-air to look at Harry and Draco being mercilessly chased by the big iron ball.

"That's a rogue bludger, we have to stop the game!"

"You can't stop quidditch! Plus, it's only helping us, keep scoring!" you scowled at Oliver knowing that nothing was more important than winning the cup for him and resumed the game, but as you took hold of the quaffle, the bludger snapped past you, almost making you lose control of your broom. The slytherin beaters had managed to free Draco from the rogue bludger, but it wasn't long until the ball chased him again.

Both Draco and Harry had now seen the golden snitch and were sprinting to grab it before the other.

"Malfoy!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, but it was of no use. The sudden distraction of the snitch made Draco forget about the bludger that hit him square in the head, causing him to fall down towards the ground at a frightening pace. You rushed towards the boy without a second thought: he might have been your opponent, but such a fall could have even killed him and you wouldn't have allowed it. You caught him inches from the ground and jumped down from your broom, laying him down.

"Malfoy! Hey, Malfoy!" he was unconscious, the bludger had hit him quite well.

Draco might have been done with the bludger, but the bludger wasn't done with Draco: you saw it dashing in the sky and descending at a dangerous speed towards the blond boy. You acted on impulse and covered him with your body, shielding him from the hard sphere that would have surely damaged him even more.

"Y/n! Get away from there!" you heard Fred shouting before the bludger struck you on your back. You let out a harrowing shriek, supporting yourself on your elbows not to crush the boy underneath you. You gritted your teeth as the bludger kept on beating you, only increasing its strength. You felt tears pool in your eyes as you felt your back breaking with every new hit, until it stopped.

Madame Hooch had managed to destroy the rogue bludger and you simply rolled beside Draco's unconscious body, eyes still tightly closed as you felt blood soaking your robes. A large crowd formed around you and the slytherin and you did your best to get up from the ground, but instead clutched your back with your hands, crossing your arms in front of you.

"Oh for Marlin's sake, how are you feeling, dear?" Madame Hooch questioned, looking distraught as she kneeled down in front of you and Draco.

"I'm not complaining. I'm not the one who has been hit in the face by that demonic thing." you managed to breathe out. Talking made the pain in your back even more excruciating and you bit your lip in order not to shriek again, almost drawing blood from your lips.

Dumbledore and other professors had joined the circle that was surrounding you, staving off all of your teammates and the other slytherins, eyes widening after seeing the state in which you and the other boy were in: you were writhing on the ground, trying to find a position in which you wouldn't feel like shards of glass were puncturing your skin, while the slytherin laid completely still on the grass, his platinum blond head now getting increasingly redder in the point the bludger had hit him.

The two of you were immediately brought in the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey almost killed the professors after seeing two students in such conditions. She cursed quidditch and its 'barbaric ways', all the while examining your back and Draco's head. Madame Pomfrey gave you a glass of some liquid and focused her attention of the boy laying on the bed next to yours.

"Will he be alright?" you asked softly, peeking over her shoulder to see if the blond had awaken yet.

"Drink that and then get some sleep, miss y/l/n. Broken backs are serious stuff and I can't do much for the pain."

"But will he be ok?" you insisted. Madame Pomfrey sighed and turned to you.

"He will, but do yourself a favor and get some sleep. When you will wake up, you'll ask him yourself." that seemed to be enough for you and you drank the glittering liquid in the glass. The pain decreased only slightly, but enough to allow you to fall in a deep slumber. Deep but not peaceful since the only scenes that replayed in your head were the one that happened earlier that day. You found yourself questioning your choices: why did you blindly took his place? Why didn't you just let him on the ground by himself? Not even his teammates had rushed to help him, so why did you? But, as you kept falling more and more asleep, you couldn't find any answer.

The next morning you still felt a searing pain in your back, but it was far more bearable than the night before. You were still half asleep, eyes closed, when you heard someone whispering next to you. You kept your eyes sealed, focusing on the voice to hear it better.

"Come on, wake up. Please wake up." you weren't sure whose voice it was: it was deep and slightly hoarse, as if the person had just stopped crying.

"Come on, you have to wake up. You endured a bloody rogue bludger and you can't wake up?" you heard the voice assert, slightly chuckling and sniffling. The voice stopped talking for a moment. You felt a pair of hands grasping yours and holding it tenderly, drawing mindless pattern on its back.

"I'm pretty sure you can't hear me now, so i want to thank you. You didn't have to do it and yet you did." you recognized the voice to be Draco's, but you remained silent.

"I don't know why, no one would have done what you did, especially a gryffindor." he sniffled once more.

"You have been incredibly daft. You could have been seriously injured and for what? For me? You are an idiot if i ever saw one." he continued, giggling lightly. You could almost picture him in your mind, his bandaged head, his grey teary eyes and his cheeky grin.

"I never thought i would have had a chance with you but now that i almost got you killed i know for a fact." you desperately wanted to open your eyes and tell him that he still had a chance. Hell, he had even more than a chance, but you kept them closed. He remained silent for a few seconds again, still caressing your hand, and then you felt a light drop wet the back of it.

"Please wake up. I need to see you're alright."

"Why?" you asked, opening slightly your eyes with a smug grin on your face. He left your hand and immediately got up and distanced himself from you, thoroughly ashamed.

"How much did you hear?" he asked almost panicked.

"Oh, i don't know... i heard you insulting me though. That's not a very nice thing to do when talking to someone on an hospital bed." you replied cheekily and his cheeks heated up a little. You stretched your arm out and motioned for him to sit down again. When he did, you offered him you hand once more and, after eyeing it suspiciously for a moment, he gingerly took it in his own.

"Do you want to know something funny?" you asked playfully and he raised an eyebrow at you.

"You had a chance with me until you called me an idiot." you stated and he chuckled once more.

"So you heard that too, huh?"

"Seems so."

"Does it hurt?" he asked, suddenly conscious of the whole reason why you were there.

"Less than before. But don't change the topic." you said and you tried to sit up, but underestimated your pain and winced.

"Woah, woah. Stay down, i'll go call Madame Pomfrey." you grasped his hand firmly, preventing him from leaving you alone.

"Don't. I'm fine." he looked at you with concern written all over his face. "Please, stay."

His eyes softened and sat again in his chair, moving it slightly closer to the edge of your bed.

"How's your head?" you asked. As you had imagined, he had a white bandage across his head, with a red stain on the back.

"I'll survive." he shrugged his shoulders before continuing, "Thanks to you." you grinned widely at his words and shook your head in fake disapproval, causing a loose strand of hair to fall in front of your face. He instantly tucked it behind your ear, his hand lingering there before returning in his lap.

"Well, i don't think you would be doing too good if it hadn't been for Madame Pomfrey!" you corrected, still holding his hand in yours.

"Of course, but if it hadn't been for you, Madame Pomfrey couldn't have done much... They told me what you did."

"And...? It was heroic, wasn't it?" you said proudly, feigning superiority with a smug smirk.

"I stand by what i said. You are an idiot if i ever saw one." he replied matter-of-factly, but still in a playful manner.

"Oh, you hurt me, Malfoy!" he tried to stifle a laugh but couldn't and instead shook his head lightly. Your eyes suddenly widened and Draco's did too as soon as he noticed.

"Are you ok? What happened?"

"Who won the match?" Draco stared at you, mouth agape, a look of incredulity in his silvery eyes as he scoffed slightly.

"Well? Who won?" you asked again, expectantly.

"I don't know. Pomfrey hasn't let anyone inside het." you stayed silent, pondering for a few seconds.

"Let's make a deal."

"A deal?"

"A deal. If gryffindor won, i'll forget you ever called me an idiot and we can go on a date."

Draco's lips curled up slightly, "and what if slytherin won?"

You waited for a moment, staring at him in defy.

"Then we don't talk ever again." you said inching closer with your face towards the boy. Draco had a one-sided smile plastered on his face and his eyes narrowed at you. He extended his hand out and you shook it, sealing the deal. Right in that moment, Fred and George burst inside, with Madame Pomfrey in tow, trying to restrain the twins.

"Y/n! Still alive?" shouted Fred.

"Out of here now! They need to rest!"

"Madame Pomfrey, can i talk with them for a moment?" you tried asking, but she was not having any of it.

"You need to rest! You'll see them later!" and she started to usher Fred and George outside by force. You glanced at Draco who was looking at the scene very amused, then back at the twins.

"Who won the match?" you inquired, almost shouting, and the twins managed to respond before being shut outside by Madame Pomfrey.

"It's postponed."

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Douma x reader - Innocence

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Took me a long time to upload a new content am so sorry for the delay I was really busy with school assignments therefore I cannot manage the time to write. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors on my behalf, I hope you enjoy.

Warning : Dark themes like gore, blood and violence, degradation and swearing, mature content.

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The moon shone brightly above the sky as it's light leak through the branches illuminating the famous building of the eternal paradise cult. A new set of followers rushed into the dwelling in hopes of fulfilling their selfish desires, diminishing their agonies and enriching their possessions. However a particular human with her tattered kimono seem not to be interested to convey anything although the people around her would die to witness even a glimpse of the charismatic leader as for now she was busy running along the wide long corridors

The sound of thumping footsteps echoed throughout the building as a herd of followers attempted on catching the miscreant who disrupted the peaceful atmosphere prevailing over the supreme cult. The already annoyed and frustrated people were all worked up to catch the energetic human who on the other hand have thoughts of escaping this place they called paradise. If only she was careful enough to notice her mother's strange behavior soon as they entered the place but how can you possibly blame an innocent little girl like her, or so she thought. Afraid she might lose sight of her treacherous mother who abandoned her just moments ago she desparety stumbled her way out although that didn't concerned her simple thinking process but that's exactly how complicated the situation was.

Turning one last time to look behind if those weird people were still following her or not when suddenly she bumped into a Tall muscular figure standing infront of her soft delicate frame she must have missed him approaching while focusing on looking behind. "Please just leave me alone!" The girl fumed coherently still overwhelmed by the amount of people rushing towards her like waves something that she was not accustomed with as for eighteen years she lived indoors interacting rarely with anyone and playing with dolls most of the time.

"Watch your tongue brat" one of the men standing beside the tall man spoke with disgust hinted in his voice. "Crouch down you insolent woman, where's your gratitude it's because of lord Douma's benevolence that you are still here or you'd be rotting in the street thanks to your mother", the people around her started whispering and murmuring behind her back but she was not bother since her senses were filled with newfound wrath how dare they insult your angel like mother? No longer able to contain your anger you shouted with tears "Then take me to my mother, I don't want to stay here alone".

"Your mother abandoned you here so shut up and deal with it, now move your way for master" the man grunted irritatedly motioning the other followers to grab her and take her away.

"No don't touch me" she wiggled under their grip rushing towards douma blocking him from entering the room by grabbing his arm tightly "I am not going anywhere until I know where my mother is" she cried loudly making the demon flinch with surprise, how pitiful the creature looked in his polychromatic eyes. He have seen many humans crying before him for obvious reasons which honestly have become his monotonous routine but somehow this girl acted quite weird being her age, interesting him enough to investigate. As he was about to speak the man beside him pushed the girl hashly making her lose her balance and fall on the wooden floor.

"How dare you touch master with your filthy hands bitch" he lift his hand to slap her tight in the face but someone grabbed his wrist just in time to save the girl from further humiliation.

"Silence" all the questioning glances, judging looks and whispering stopped at once as douma spoke nonchalantly making the latter shiver in regret.

"I am sorry douma sama" the man uttered in pure horror having no intentions to displease his beloved lord. "I was-"

"I don't want to see that happen again, understood?" He replied coldly still maintaining his wide smile as the previous chaos shifted into complete hush. The man lowered his head down with shame nodding silently. Douma averted his attention and glanced at the figure underneath making the girl jolt a bit but his once frightening demeanor changed into a cheerful and optimistic one in matter of second upon seeing her.

"Please take her to my chamber and treat her wounds" the man clapped with a wide grin plastered on his face. A group of female servants came rushing to help picking her up. The girl being too bewildered did not protested and simply follow his tone as if she was hypnotized by his neatly decorated persona.

The girl was immediately taken away without delay and as per douma he needed to attend his cult duties. First of all she was washed and changed into a beautiful kimono as soon as she stepped inside, then she was escorted into a room filled with antiques and lavish items which she have never seen. Her face lit up with fascination as she began venturing those decorative pieces.

"Looks like you have ease down a bit, good good" A familiar tone struck in her ears startling her a bit only to turn back and view the handsome cult leader although it was a bit strange because she did not heard anyone approaching.

"Aww did I scared you?" He laughed covering his face with golden fans.

"No I was just- you came in without a warning, I was taken aback" she explained blushing trying her best not to act immature to which douma laughed uncontrollably as he found this human's expression adorable say entertaining in his words.

"D-dont laugh at me" she pouted crossing her arms in the attempt.

"I am sorry (y/n), you really amuse me" he replied still grinning. However there was a moment of awkward silence between them as he uttered her name abruptly.

"I didn't tell you my name.." after a long pause she replied to him with a confuse look in her face.

"I know everyone's name who are living under my supervision including yours besides what kind of cult leader I am if I don't have basic information about my fellow followers. Oh look I have been talking to you without giving the chance to let you talk my bad" he laughed again waving his fans creating another awkward situation. Causing you to sweatdrop on his remark.

"Say (y/n) how old are you?" to which she replied enthusiastically "I am 8 years old and will turn 9 soon"

"Ah you don't look like one" douma grinned closing his eyes in the process.

"Yeah I get that a lot" she remarked shyly.

"Your mother is one of my followers" he continued

"Really?" her eyes sparked with hope as she approached douma with anticipation grabbing his arms for the second time starling him, she really like holding hands eh? he have experiences like that but somehow this girl made him feel different so he allowed her but then she stopped halfway through her words "I really miss her it's been a week since she left me here" her voice dropped with sadness.

Douma felt no sympathy for humans or anything as such, he have learned to fake his emotions from a very tender age eversince he was born to the extent that even seeing his mother killing her husband mercilessly failed to evoke feelings within. He clearly did not understand what she was feeling he just stared at her with a blank expression only to replace it quickly with a grim look even faking few tears. "(Y/n) chan you know its okay you will still have me" he patted the girl in an attempt to comfort her.

"Friends?" (Y/n) replied between her tears.

"If that's how you want us to be" douma smiled at her gently shocking himself for a second because he didn't think of smiling?

Things escalated soon after that incident, (y/n) was a kind and compassionate person from inside and out and in not time the cult followers started loving her presence. As often douma would let her accompany him and most of the time she stayed by his side following him everywhere and he didn't mind that at all moreover he appreciated her company. (Y/n) was like a fresh bud to him who depicted innocence and purity he loved spoiling her with expensive gifts yet she never showed signs of greediness and genuinely appreciated his thoughtfulness slowly forgetting the past life she was in and cherishing her friendship with douma. At first she was reluctant and didn't like getting so much attention but in the course of time she bonded better with everyone and was quite content with the life she was leading. As for douma he began to depend on (y/n) to the point that not seeing her face for even one day would make him go insane and he didn't understand why not like he want to because all he cared about was how she made him feel so many varieties of pleasant emotions he wish he could feel. Eating her was out of context.

However all good things must come to an end for he is someone to not rest in peace after the sin he have committed for centuries. Seeing douma paying her more attention, spoiling her with a ravish lifestyle and even letting her stay by his side all the time made some of his cult members terribly envious they wanted to punish her for taking their chances of stealing the spotlight. There was this one room that he forbade his followers to enter for obvious reasons and specifically for (y/n) because he didn't want to repeat the same mistake. This was exactly what they wanted (y/n) to do break the rules and Douma's trust. Like that there would be no more favouritism on her with others.

"Ah (y/n), there you are" one of the female member approached her one fine morning.

"Yes how may I help you?" She asked cheerfully

"Lord douma have asked for your presence in the forbidden room tonight and he said its urgent"

"Aren't we all prohibited to go inside"

"Oh (y/n) it's true master have arrived today and he wants your presence"

Upon hearing that news her heart elated with happiness, it has been two weeks since he last saw douma around and she missed him but something felt off about the whole situation douma always sees (y/n) first before tending his followers then why did he not come meet her did he not miss her like she did?

She was lost in her thoughts until she found two hands waving and snapping infort of her face.

"Don't be late, okay?" With that said the female hurried back into other room leaving (y/n) behind even though the situation seem kinda odd maybe douma was busy afterall.

At night (y/n) went into the restricted area. She stood infront of the shoji door in absolute dilemma debating whether or not to enter the room or go back. There was her desire of meeting douma on one hand and not breaking his trust by entering the room on the other. In the end she decided not to but as she was turning back she heard someone grunting in pain behind the closed doors being a compassionate person, she decided to open the door and enter into the darkness adjusting her eyes in the process, a pungent smell hit her nostrils making her cover her mouth and to her absolute terror the scene infront of her made her puke in disgust.

A pile of Mutilated bodies, mostly women laid around lifelessly on the blood stained tatami mattress. Many having no limbs, some headless and organs missing from their body as if someone had ate all of that. The whole room was a mess full of unfortunate people. She felt sick and began crawling down her way back from the corpses. However she felt a tight grip on her left foot upon looking down she witness the sight of a woman her intestines oozing out of her stomach begging for help. (Y/n) stood there perplexed unable to say anything chocking through tears.

"I told you not to come here, why?" (Y/n) turned her head violently to see douma standing in a distance his countenance cold and sinister evident that he was highly displeased upon seeing his innocent flower disobeying his instructions.

"It's not... like... what you see" (y/n) cried fearfully but douma didn't seem to buy it well in a blink of an eye she found herself in Douma's arms as he aggressively dragged her out of the room.

"What's going on douma" no word came out from the usual lively douma.

"It's hurting me your grip" no reply again to which she forcefully tried to stand still with all her strength. This time douma stopped his features hidden under his bangs making her unable to figure the expression he was carrying.

"Is this why douma forbade us to enter the room" no reply

"Are you responsible for murdering those innocent people?" No reply

"DOUMA" she shouted

"Why you want to join them?" Douma finally looked at her his eyes glowing dangerously proving his existence to be something unnatural. (Y/n's) eyes widen at his remarks as tears rolled down her visage.

"I hate you.." she murmured

"What?" He tilted his head letting his guard down a bit at her hurtful comments.

"I HATE YOU" she pushed douma roughly and flew from the place running deep into the forest for she knew who he was and what he is capable of doing. Tearing down she constantly reminisce the moments she shared but she cannot allow herself to sympathize his heinous crimes. Why is it that the people I love are always taken away from me? She thought. Exhausted from running she halted in order to catch her breath while glancing back to see if he was following, there was no one indeed so a sudden feeling of relief gushed in her body. However turning her head back she saw him standing inches apart from her face which made her shiver and fall onto the knees.

"Why are you running away from me (y/n)" he said apatheticly his head lowered at her level. She did not reply and stayed quite.

"Is it true that you don't love me after all the things I did for you?" Covering his face with one hand his eyes glowing under the moonlight a look of dejection written on his face. There was complete silence in the forest except the sound of rustling trees.

"Answer me" holding her face now firmly he growled making her flinch under his breath. In one last desperate attempt (y/n) tried to stab douma with a tree branch she found laying on the ground but unfortunately douma was faster and easily dodged the attack and in a swift motion he hit her with immense strength causing her fragile little body to tremble in pain as she coughed mucus mixed with blood.

"How foolish of you" he crouched down her height staring intensely at the quivering figure of the miserable girl. As for (y/n) her body ached but more was the tightness in the chest that she was experiencing in the moment.

He pulled her by the hair roughly making her scream in pain although at this point all she could manage with her cracking voice were inaudible screams.

"Why did you disobey me? (Y/n)..." who knew beneath that friendly kind face was hiding a undeniably deadly and calculative demon and at this point it was clear for her that he was anything but human.

"Who are you?" these few words manage to escape from her shaky lips in between low grunts.

"I am the leader of the eternal paradise cult"

"Wrong" to which he tightened his grip making her shriek again.

"You humans are so dumb believing in the existence of primordial deities where in reality its just a myth, a fairytale, created for pleasuring the sufferings of mere human. Being superior than you mortals I wanted to make these pitiful existence happy and that's why I was born and what you saw there" his lips curved into a cheeky smile revealing his deadly fangs creeping the shit out of the already scared girl. "I eat them so that they can always be with me and attain salvation" a sinister laughter escape from his mouth as he covered it with his golden fans. (Y/n) unable to process the new sets of information knots formed in her stomach making her sick in the guts.

"I ate your mother too, oh she was ungrateful after all the things I did to her just like you" protruding her eyes with pure shock she felt her veins popping out and blood boiling in pure rage.

"You are a monster, you think your stupid morals would persuade people to think like you do, I despise you douma I thought we were friends and you took away the one I cherished the most?"

"You think your mother loved you?" Douma snapped. The duality of this was man was insane, all the things he does or says are plastic.

"She never cared for your life, you want to know why? I will tell you since you insist" douma dragged her out of forest holding a fistful of her hair tightly inflicting great discomfort to the girl while he continued with his harsh statements and deliberate insults.

"You were just a burden, behaving like a fucking child with the alluring body of yours"

"No my mother promised me..she would protect me.. you are lying"

"While you were crying everyday inside my shrine that lowly woman enjoyed her life indulging in adultery with various cult members leaving her sick husband and mentally retarded daughter in the dark" every word he uttered spread vemon into her ears.

"Still she wanted more and more and more, what a greedy whore" douma continued.

"Do you know how much difficult it was for me to control myself around you? While you sway your hips and act innocently making those hungry men lust over you, how much dumb can you be?"

"What do you mean I don't understand.. douma"

"I did everything I can for you yet you remain ungrateful, disrespectful? Well guess its runs in your blood and I thought you are innocent but it turns out that you are just like the rest of them, naive"

Her eyes widened with every hurtful remarks he made about her and she did not understand why she felt that way shouldn't she be resentful towards him for killing her beloved mother but here she is weeping constantly because douma was treating her like he never did before.

"But that's fine (y/n) I can not bring myself to hurt you I love you and we shall always be together whether you like it or not" nothing reached in her ears anymore as her body grew numb. Her eyes shut as she carried the unbearable pain in her heart slowly loosing consciousness and remaining sanity.

It would have been easier if she died but alas a mere human like her is doomed at his mercy.

[koulakoukoula2003]

Terror (Levi x Reader)

Pairing: Levi x Reader, Levi x You, Levi x OC

Genre: loooots of fluff, and looooots of angst. Like SOOO MUCH ✨ ANGST✨, mention of violence.

Summary: You gave it your best. You fought with everything you had, but you were alone. You had to watch the Mike Squad whilst the titans tore them apart and you were the only one left to protect the scared recruits of the 104th that were cornered in Utgard Castle.

But from the moment word went out that titans had breached Wall Rose, Levi mounted his horse and set out to find you. He could not lose you. You were the only one that he had left. He found you wounded and against all odds, he rushes you back to a hospital in Trost. He can't lose you. He won't allow it.

POV: 3rd Person's POV (cuz 2nd Person is killing me y'all, sorry 😩)

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His horse was going fast. One hand was tight around her, pressing her body protectively against his own, and the other hand was holding the reins of his horse. Both of Levi’s hands were still holding his swords. He had already wiped out a couple of titans on his way back to Trost, but he didn’t let those bastards take any more than a few seconds of his time. (Y/n)’s time.

Her back was pressed against his chest. Her head had rolled back tiredly against his shoulder. He had wrapped his green cloak around her that should be enough to keep her warm. He did not mind the violent wind as it crushed against his body while riding fast on horseback. She needed it more than him.

Her eyes were closed. He had tried his best not to let her fall asleep. If she’d lose consciousness, then she wasn’t going to come back. How could he let this happen? Watching her wounded like that felt like a dagger stabbing mercilessly through his flesh. Her eyelids were barely open. Her hands were shaking and her breathing, heavy. It was getting slower and slower by the time. She was mumbling incomprehensible words as if she was having hallucinations. She was warm. She was probably having a fever.

“Don’t die on me,” Levi growled in her ear. “You will not die on me, (y/n),” His hand tightened around her, and in the end, he realised, he was just trying to convince himself that he wasn’t going to lose her.

He couldn’t lose her. Not like he had lost all the others. People in his life would just keep dying and leaving him alone in his misery. But he found that he was never alone and miserable because she was there. (Y/n) had always been there and she had never left. It was funny to think of how many times those past years he had tried to get rid of her, just to give it his all now to keep her with him. He could not imagine life without her.

Not without those hugs that she’d give him whenever he’d need them the most -and he never even had to ask. She just knew. Not without those terrible jokes of hers -that no one would laugh at but her and Hange- and those sassy remarks that always aimed to get on his nerves. Most times he’d only act annoyed just to give her what she wanted. And even those times that he’d pass out by his office from the exhaustion and the pressure, he’d wake up the other day covered in a blanket that she had undoubtedly brought for him.

All those years she had been there. He couldn’t lose her now. If he lost her, he’d never be able to tell her… He’d never be able to hold her in the nights. Nor listen to her stupid jokes, and her sweet laughter, and look upon that reassuring, comforting smile that she’d give him whenever he’d cup her face. He couldn’t even begin to think of what she had gone through that entire night. How many people she had watched die, and in how much pain she must have been right now.

She would be having nightmares for tonight, and for all the nights to come, but he’d hold her. He’d hold her every single night if it meant he’d be able to make her feel better. But please…

Levi buried his face briefly at the back of her shoulder and breathed her in. “Don’t leave me, (y/n)… not you,”

Time Skip

He reached the hospital by dusk. She was still breathing when the doctors took her in and vanished behind the closed doors of a room. Levi was left alone in that hospital’s empty halls of utter despair. He just sat down on a chair outside the room they had taken her in and he waited. He didn’t even know how many hours he waited, he only knew it was late in the night and only a few candles and oil lamps were bringing light in the building. Most people had left, and the hospital was almost empty. He didn’t care though. He only glanced at the closed door of her room for the hundredth time, and he knew that any moment the doctor would walk out and either tell him that she was dead, or that she had miraculously survived.

He didn’t know which one was most likely to happen. Levi pressed his elbows on the top of his knees and he stared blankly down on the white marbled floor. There was a tight knot in his stomach that he always got when either (y/n) or any other of his comrades were in danger. All the previous times, he could always deal with it, but this time, it was unbearable.

Levi’s fingers fisted painfully in his hair. Eyes wide as he could think of nothing but the worst outcome. Those hours must have been the longest of his life. He could not remember himself being so scared of anything else in his life. He had left his ODM outside with his horse, along with his jacket and his ascot that had started to feel too tight around his neck. He had rolled up his sleeves at the height of his elbows, and a few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned.

Levi sighed heavily once more. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. He never thought something could scare him that much. He could take down the wildest, most abnormal titans that humanity would ever face. He could kill in cold blood the biggest scums of the Undercity. He could fight anything, and nothing would scare him enough to catch his breath halfway his throat.

Even the morning before the latest Expedition, when he jumped off his unceremoniously interrupted sleep, on that treacherous gut feeling that his comrades were all going to die. And that feeling was correct. And then, facing their families to bring the news was twice as scary as watching their bodies being buried. But she was there. (Y/n) was beside him through all of these and he had a reason to remain strong. He had a reason to keep that frozen mask on his face of the cruel, unforgiving man that everyone made him out to be. He had a reason to remain strong, and that reason was her. It had always been.

If he lost her, what would be his reason to go on in this life? If he lost her, who was going to be with him through all those terrors, and all those nightmares, and all that pressure? Who? He had no one he could hug and they would hug him back. It had always been her.

What the hell am I going to do if she’s-?

“Captain Levi,”

The doctor’s voice cut that endless chain of thoughts that tormented his mind. Levi stood up right away and approached the man in white. He remembered his heart insanely hammering beneath his chest until he could hear it as loud as the doctor’s voice.

“Lieutenant (Y/n) lost too much blood but we managed to stop the bleeding. We administered her enough blood from a donor. She should be okay after she fights off the Hypovolemic Shock,”

“And if she doesn’t?!” Levi asked worriedly.

“She will. It may take a while, but she will,” The doctor gave him a reassuring smile. “You may see her, Captain. I’ll be here the entire night, so if you need anything, just let me know,”

“Thank you, doc,”

The doctor gave him a nod before he walked away and Levi didn’t waste a moment further. He rushed in her room, closing the door behind. It wasn’t entirely dark. The moonlight came bright from the window, and an oil lamp was resting beside her bed on a small wooden table.

She looked pale. Paler than the dead. She didn’t have that lively colour on her skin that she usually had, nor that rosy flush that was almost permanently engulfing her cheeks. Her lips were no longer that gorgeous pink, they were almost a light blue. Levi sat by a chair that rested beside the bed and his hand reached for her own. He was startled of how cold her hand was. Her hands were usually never cold, but this time, it was as if he was holding a block of ice.

It hurt him so much watching her like that. He couldn’t even begin to think of how much she had fought or how much blood she had lost. Mike and his squad were dead. He could only imagine what she had seen. She was going to break down after she’d gain back her senses.

He trapped her hand between both his own. She hissed and it made his eyes widen for a moment on the thought of hurting her somehow. “Cold,” she mumbled before her body shook and her face twisted into a tormented expression. Her fingers tightened around his own before they loosened again. Her expression changed back into a peaceful one and she slipped back into unconsciousness.

Levi for once had no idea what to do. She was already beneath three blankets that didn’t seem to be helping somehow. He sighed heavily and he wished he could take his eyes off of her but he couldn’t. He laced their fingers together and tried to warm up her hand at least. It was his fault she was in that situation. He had promised to protect her no matter what, and now she had barely made it out of death’s way.

He had failed to keep her safe. Miserably. But how could anybody know that titans would show up out of nowhere in Wall Rose? It was clear that the walls weren’t safe anymore.

There was no place that was safe in this world. There was no place where she would be and be protected. The same was for everyone else, but he did not care about everyone else. He only cared about her. He only cared about her because he had allowed himself to fall so deeply, and so irrevocably, that there was no going back. There was no going back to normal. It had never been normal actually. He was always falling. Slow, and deliberate. He was only realising it now.

He didn’t know if she’d return that feeling, and it was alright. If she wouldn’t, then he was going to back away. But he’d let her know. He had to tell her because he knew he might not ever get that chance again.

Levi for once did what he wanted to do. A fourth blanket wasn’t going to do much. He pushed off his boots. He slipped beneath the bedsheets and settled her limp body on top of his own. Her back pressed against his chest, and her head rolled back on his shoulder. His hands slipped around her waist, gathering her own hands in his and pressing her body against his own. She was cold, but those small tremors that her pale lips made, finally slowed down.

Levi pressed a kiss on her temple and his hands tightened around her, spotting that tight bandage around her stomach. “Stay with me, (y/n),” he whispered softly in her ear. His breath brushed warm down her cheekbone. “Don’t ever leave me… I-” he had no idea what it was that cut him. He didn’t know why saying those three, simple words could be so difficult. He was afraid that she’d hear him. He gritted his teeth. It was so useless to keep resisting. “I love you,” He had never before been so honest with himself. He would always keep lying to himself about being strong, and untouchable, and cold, and ruthless. But that was one thing that he was absolutely certain about. He loved her.

But, what a coward am I? Only getting to tell her when she was unconscious and hoping she’d never hear him. No. He was going to say it tomorrow again when she'd wake up. Now, he was actually hoping she’d hear him. He was hoping that by telling her that, she wouldn’t give up on that fight for her life.

Levi buried his face in her hair, and he breathed her in. His arms were tight but careful around her. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. The doctor said she was going to be okay. He only had to wait and be with her. He wasn’t going to leave her side. Not ever.

A/N: Hello, lovelies!!!!🥰 You can read Part 2 here!!! Feel free to reblog and comment beneath to lemme know what you think! Thanks for reading!!! (This is also a chapter from my Levi x OC LongFic on ao3)

[shinsorokiri]

Can we have a headcannons of shinso,hawks, aizawa, and dabi finds out their female s/o (s/o has a really powerful quirk) was badly injured by an unknown villain and s/o were not going to able use her quirk anymore. By the time their s/o wake up, s/o Actually lost all of her Memories, please?

Shinsou, Hawks, Aizawa, and Dabi HCs

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of stab wounds, sad bois

A/N: This was a trip to write! This was the first time I ever wrote for anyone other than Shinsou, so I hope I did okay! I changed it a little so the reader lost all/most of her memories in regards to her s/o because I didn’t want to go so far back as to take away absolutely everything including her memories on how to walk, talk, etc. because could you imagine how genuinely traumatic that would be? I would have no idea how to properly write about that. Also, the villain is similar to Ty Lee from Avatar: The Last Airbender. They’re able to block someone’s chi flow, and in doing so are able to take away a quirk and people’s memories. I hope this is to your liking, and thank you so much for requesting!!

shinsou hitoshi | mindjack

After graduating UA the two of you immediately became underground heroes

And of course who better to train under than Aizawa

But in all seriousness

You two were a force to be reckoned with

The mix of your insanely powerful quirk and his with his top notch physical combat skills really came in handy for catching and apprehending criminals

The only problem was that you two constantly tried to save each other

If anything went wrong

One of you guaranteed would sacrifice yourselves to save each other

And so far it hadn’t been anything too bad

A few broken bones

A couple of scars

Lots of reprimanding on both ends

But today was different

You and Shinsou were fighting a new villain

And his hand to hand combat rivaled Shinsou’s

And while they were fighting

You saw him about to strike Shinsou on the back of his neck

You being you

Jumped in the way

Instead getting whatever punch that villain was about to throw

You thought that was it

Until you felt the villain hit you a few more times

And you fell down on the ground

But hey that’s nothing

You can still defend yourself with your quirk

Obviously

But wait

Why isn’t your quirk working?

What is going on?

You keep trying to activate your quirk but literally nothing is happening

Which is not good

Especially considering the villain has his attention focused all on you now

“Hitoshi! He-”

You can’t even finish your sentence before the villain is hurting you

And they’re hurting you bad

Hitoshi catches him in his binding cloth as fast as he can

But not before the villain knocks you unconscious

The craziest thing Hitoshi noticed was that the villain knocked you unconscious with just one hit to the back of the neck

The one he tried to use on him earlier

Weird

Hitoshi keeps him trapped in his binding cloth

And is high-key glaring at this dude

“What did you do to her?!”

The villain just laughs

No response

And Hitoshi can’t help it

His anger overtook him

And next thing he knew

The bad guy was also unconscious on the ground

Oops

He runs over to you

Saying your name to see if your responsive

Which you aren’t

Which scares him

He notifies the hero agencies in the area about the villain

And waits until some of them show up before hurrying you to the hospital

Luckily you have a pulse

You’re just very beat up right now

And for some reason you weren’t using your quirk earlier

Hitoshi noticed that

He also noticed the fear in your voice when you screamed his name

That was uncharacteristic of you

Regardless he gets you to the hospital

And they take you back right away

The best healing quirks in the place get to work on you as soon as possible

All the while Hitoshi just waits

He’s absolutely terrified

He can’t lose you

You’ve been the best thing in his life since high school

There’s absolutely no way he can lose you and make it out okay

He’s notified that you’re in stable condition

But probably won’t wake up for a few days

And that when they did a scan of your brain to see if you had a concussion or brain damage

Something seemed wrong with it

Parts of your brain that should be working just weren’t

And of course that freaked him out

But he pretended like he understood everything

In front of the doctor at least

When he was in the room with you alone though?

Boy was sobbing

He was a mess

All he wanted was to turn back time and make sure none of this ever happened

He blames himself

Of course he does

He was there

And he still couldn’t save you

He stays by your side for the next multiple days

He will be there when you wake up

And every day you’re getting better

And eventually

You wake up

now he’s ecstatic when you wake up

Even though you look very confused

You’re awake

That’s the best thing ever

“Oh my god (Y/n) you had me so worried I thought you were never going to wake up again and I was just so freaked out and-”

“Shinsou? Why do you look, like… older…?”

Wait

What

Two things

You haven’t called him Shinsou in years

The last time you did was probably a few weeks into you two dating

Then you made the transfer to Hitoshi

Because you were his girlfriend

Granted you started dating your third year at UA

But you were friends for a year before that

And older?

What was that supposed to mean?

“Uh… what do you mean…?”

“You don’t look seventeen anymore… you look like… a little older? What’s going on?”

Seventeen

Did you think that he was seventeen?

What

He must have look confused

Because you started blushing

He always found it cute when he made you blush like that

Not making sense in front of him was something that you hated because he would turn it around and make fun of your for it later

But he didn’t like it right now

“(Y/n)… have we graduated UA yet…?”

“What? No… we’re in our second year… right…?”

Ouch

Big fucking ouch

You think you’re still in high school

And to make matters worse

It’s the year before you two started dating

You don’t remember anything you two have done together

At all

“Shinsou… are you crying?”

Shit

He didn’t even realize there were tears coming out of his eyes

“Uh… yeah. Um. We’re not in high school anymore. We graduated.”

He presses the call nurse button

And then a nurse and a doctor come in the room

You look at him with a confused expression as he just stares at the ground

The best parts of his life are gone from your memory

That’s what the doctor meant by parts of your brain weren’t working

And he was devastated

And maybe this had something to do with you not using your quirk during the fight

The only thing he could think about was going to the prison that villain was in

And he didn’t care what he had to do

He would get answers from him

He would find a way to fix this

He had to

aizawa shouta | eraser head

Workplace romances are such a cliché

But that didn’t stop you and Shouta

I mean how could it when he looked like that

Y’all had lowkey crushes on each other ever since you first met each other two years ago

But it escalated into something much more intense

Not that either of you were complaining

And yes

The kids did ship you two

And yes

The kids were scared of both of you

But they loved how strong and how protected they felt with both of you around

And they loved how strong and protected the two of you were over each other every time ether of you saw any danger

You were there to save him

And he was always there to save you from whatever was about to happen to you

He only didn’t make it in time the one moment it mattered the most

The League of Villains infiltrated the school again

And this time at night

When all the teachers were supposed to be sleeping

But fortunately for your students

You and Aizawa had been on edge and taking shift staying up all night to make sure they were safe

And you were awake the moment the League popped in

You immediately got to work

Easily taking down many of the villains

And in the commotion

Aizawa woke up

Along with many of the other pro-hero teachers

So everything should have been fine

That is until a new villain appeared

No one has seen this person before now

And they took no time in fighting you

You were the one who stopped all the others after all

And they were very agile

Very good at hand to hand combat

Aizawa saw what was happening and tried to rush over to assist you

But before he could get there the villain grabbed you

And hit you in multiple points of your body

Aizawa saw panic flash through your eyes as you fell to the ground

You held our your hand to use your quirk

But nothing happened

You tried again

But there was nothing

And that’s when the villain started mercilessly beating you!

Love it

And Aizawa couldn’t even help

Because another villain started going after Aizawa

Which meant he couldn’t get to you

All he could do was hear you getting hurt

And see it out of the corner of his eye while fighting off the villain

It didn’t take him long to capture the villain

But it took long enough

When he ran over to you

You were on the verge of being unconscious

And the villain hit you in the back of your neck

And a weird light thing emitted from their fingertips

And you were knocked out

The villain was about to attack Aizawa

But before they could they were pulled back into one of Kurogiri’s portals

And then they were gone

Aizawa picked you up

Wincing at how bloody, bruised, and broken you looked

Genuinely very panicked

He rushed to the infirmary

And Recovery Girl was woken up in the commotion

Waiting to heal a broken bone or two

She was not expecting to see what Aizawa brought to her

She went to work as soon as you got there, though

Healing most of your injuries

But she could just

Sense that something was wrong

Something was very unnatural about you right now

She let Aizawa know something was wrong

And he started panicking right away

What did she mean something is wrong?

What could that possibly even mean?

He found out that one of the things that meant

Was that you weren’t going to wake up for a few days

Recovery Girl would help heal you every day

Constantly trying to help you wake up

But that weird off feeling never left her

And then you woke up

And after talking with you for five minutes

She knew exactly what was wrong

And then she asked you to use your quirk

And she realized just how genuinely bad this situation you were in was

She went to Aizawa’s class

Calling him out to the hall

He was in the middle of lecturing 1-A

But he left without hesitation

“Did she wake up?”

“Yes… but-”

“But? There’s a but?”

Now Aizawa usually never interrupts Recovery Girl

But this was about you

And she knew that

So she didn’t sass him for once

“She doesn’t remember the past few years of her life.”

“…What?”

“She… she doesn’t know who you are, Aizawa.”

He’s quiet

You didn’t know who he was?

“And she still can’t use her quirk… I don’t know what that villain did to her, but she’s showing no signs in regaining anything. Besides, she didn’t even have a concussion or anything and I’ve never seen a quirk like hers just… get taken away like this.”

Aizawa still says nothing

He’s hearing everything

But he doesn’t really feel like doing anything right now

He just wants to zip himself up in his sleeping bag

I mean

He truthfully just wants to hold you

But now that you don’t know who he is?

That probably wouldn’t go well

And he is not taking it well

He goes back in his room

But he doesn’t resume the lecture

He just says that they’re going to study quietly for the rest of the day

He doesn’t care right now

Besides they do have exams coming up and knowing over half of these kids they could use some goddamn study time

But they can tell something is just wrong

Especially when he just curls up in his sleeping bag

He makes sure to face away from them so they don’t see his tears

Of course after around fifteen minutes of this

Present Mic comes in

He heard about what happened

So he told Aizawa he was there to take over his class

Aizawa left without a word

And beyond his better judgement

He went to the infirmary

He stood outside for a few minutes before Recovery Girl came to the door

“If you want to see her you can, I’m sure she’d love to know who she’s been intimate with for the past year and a half of her life.”

He nods

Making sure he doesn’t look too much like shit

Then walking in

Sure enough you’re awake

But when you look at him he doesn’t see the usual sparkle you get in your eye

And instead of the smile that screams ‘that’s my boyfriend!’

It’s just a polite smile

“Hi… I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

“Yes.”

His voice comes out quieter than he intended

It’s hard to hear that come from you

And he isn’t necessarily happy that it’s coming from you

“Oh… well, um… this is awkward but-”

“I know you don’t remember. And that’s okay. I just… wanted to see you.”

He doesn’t really want to come out and say ‘hey! you’re my girlfriend! we’re in love! i love you!’

But he knows he’ll have to

He could stay quiet

But that wouldn’t be fair to you

And he hates keeping things from you

“Oh? Would you mind telling me who you are?”

He takes a deep breath

Clearing his throat to fight back the tears threatening to start again

He won’t cry in front of you, though

He won’t let himself

He doesn’t want to make it worse for you

“I’m Aizawa Shouta, and we’ve been a couple for the past year and a half. I don’t know if I should have told you that, but honesty is just really important to me and well… I never lied to you or kept anything from you before and I’m not about to start doing that now.”

You stare at him without saying anything for what feels like forever

Until you finally speak again

“Could you… tell me about our relationship…? I have to admit, you’re a very attractive man, so… I’m willing to try if you are.”

Damn

Now he’s crying

And as much as he wants all of your memories to come back

He doesn’t care if they do

He doesn’t even care if you want to actually take him back

All he knows is that you’re never getting hurt again

No matter if it kills him

He’ll keep you safe now

No matter what

keigo takami | hawks

Keigo always worried about you

He couldn’t help it

It’s just the way he is

But no matter how much he worries he always knows that you’re strong and you can defend yourself

I mean, you were one of the best pro-heroes in the field

And yes

He did constantly brag about how you were amazing

He just preferred when you were amazing with him

That way he can assist in making sure you are okay

And in his worrying he may sometimes fly around where you’re patrolling just to check in

He also just misses seeing your face sometimes

Someone is whipped

But yeah he was flying around where you were on patrol today

Just looking to see you and maybe swoop down and annoy you for a bit

But for some reason he can’t??? seem???? to find you????

And now he was concerned and alert

It’s very unlike you to not be where you’re supposed to be

You’re very passionate about helping people after all

He circles keeps flying around until he spots on of your sidekicks

Who admittedly looks very stressed

He lands next to them

Scaring the shit out of them in the process

“Hey kid, any idea where (Y/n) might be? Haven’t seen her and I circled this area like seven times.”

Your sidekick doesn’t say anything for a second

Because they’re thinking of how to phrase what happened

And that extra moment of silence just proved to Keigo that something was definitely wrong

“Where is (Y/n)?”

Keigo’s fun loving demeanor everyone loves s completely gone

He looks very serious

It’s only to cover how scared he is though

Doesn’t mean your sidekick isn’t intimidated

“We were all fighting this villain who made their first appearance today and uh… they kind sorta maybe did something that may have taken away (Y’n)’s quirk and then they kinda ‘made an example of her’ and now she’s in the hospital…”

Keigo immediately takes off for the hospital

He doesn’t even say anything else to your poor sidekick who now thinks Hawks is going to hate them for not helping you

When his phone was constantly buzzing he just assumed it was the Hero Commission getting on his ass for posting that picture of you and him kissing on instagram

So he just let it buzz

He never even looked at his screen

Until now of course

And just as he expected

All the buzzing?

Actually missed calls from you

If he would have checked, then maybe you wouldn’t be hurt

He’s at the hospital in like

Five seconds flat

Don’t underestimate his already speedy self when it comes to you

He hurries in and sees another one of your sidekicks about to leave

“Where is she?”

Your other sidekick points in the direction, telling him your room

He’s about to sprint there when suddenly your other sidekick stops him

“Hawks, I just need to warn you. It’s… pretty bad. Not only did the villain beat her within an inch of her life but she wasn’t able to use her quirk at all after he did this weird hitting pattern thing. She’s probably not going to wake up for some time.”

Keigo just stares at them

And they hurry away

Which causes him to deadass RUN to your hospital room

Sure enough you’re lying there

Lots of machines hooked up to you

He expected it to be bad

But he didn’t expect it to be this bad

He hurries over to you

Grabbing a random chair and sliding it so he could be at your bedside

And he carefully grabs your hand

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he tastes his tears

He could have prevented this

If he would have just come to see you a little bit earlier

If he would have just checked his phone

This is how he feels about the entire situation for the rest of his life

Especially for the two weeks you were unconscious in a hospital bed

Luckily, you were a graduate from UA and when Recovery Girl heard what happened she began helping your healing process

It definitely sped up your recovery a lot

And Keigo was very grateful

He just wanted to talk to you again

Maybe even hug him if he weren’t in deep shit for unintentionally ignoring your calls

So imagine how sad he got when he came to the hospital after his patrol (like he did every day) only to find out you woke up without him being there

Bird boi did a big sad

But he was anxious to finally talk to you again

At this point he would be genuinely happy if you started yelling at him

He missed you 🥺

He made his way to your room

Nervous but excited to see you again

When suddenly

A doctor stops him

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m her boyfriend, I’ve been coming here every-”

“I know. I just need to prepare you for what you’re about to see. Something that that villain did cut off her connection to the part of her brain that has the knowledge and information of her quirk, meaning she has no recollection on how to access it. Now she remembers having a quirk, and not being able or knowing how to use it has been very upsetting for her... how long have you two been together?”

“One year.”

“How long have you known her?”

“We met two and a half years ago when she first became a pro... why?”

Keigo isn’t stupid

He has an idea why the doctor is asking this

But he doesn’t want it to be true

“The villain also cut the connection of her brain that consists of her long term memory. Fortunately, it didn’t make her forget too much...”

Oh thank god, for a second Keigo though that you wouldn’t remem-

“Just the past two years... but I’m sure she’ll still be happy to see you.”

Keigo stares at the doctor with a blank face

The past two years?

That means that you’ll barely know him

Yeah you guys got along before you started dating

Obviously you were friends

Keigo doesn’t trust easily so entering a real relationship with someone he just met is a no go

But this means that so much of what you two have is just

Gone

“Uh... Hawks?”

The doctor is looking down at his arm to which Keigo follows the gaze

Somewhere in his thoughts he latched onto this man’s arm

To be fair he was doing everything in his power to have a mental break right then and there

He let go

“Sorry. I... can I still see her?”

“Yes, just try not to confuse her, please?”

Hawks nods

He walks in the room and sees you sitting up

You’re gazing out the window when you turn your head to look at him

The shock is evident in your face

“Hawks? What are you doing here?”

Two years was before you knew his real name

Ouch

“Thought you could use the company. After all, not many heroes get attacked by an unknown villain and survive.”

“Did Miruko set you up to this? Really, it’s okay, you don’t need to-“

“I’ve had my fair share of close calls, dove, but... I never had to go what you’re going through, and I need to be here to help. Helping people is what I do, after all.”

He sees a small smile break out across your face

“Thank you.”

The two of you talk for a few hours

He catches you up on everything he can

But he can’t bring himself to let you know about your relationship

Or maybe he just can’t say out-loud that you don’t remember who he really is

Maybe it would just hurt too much

Regardless, he has to leave eventually

And when he does he makes it a point to find out who this villain was that just uprooted yours and his lives

And he knows just the person to ask

todoroki touya | dabi

Heroes destroy everything

That’s what Dabi has always thought

And he’s not about to change his mind any time soon

Especially after what happened to you

He normally doesn’t get attached to people

But your annoying ass somehow managed to cling to him

And after about six months he didn’t mind it

He actually really enjoyed it

Not that he’d ever tell you just how much he enjoyed it

But you were the first and only person he’s even let near the real him

So even though he’s a little shit who pretends he doesn’t care about anything

When it comes to you

It’s very obvious just how much he gives a fuck

Which is why the series of events that happened to you absolutely destroyed him

It was just a normal day like any other

He was at the hideout while you and a few others were on a mission for the League

Now was he okay with you going on this mission without him?

Not necessarily

But it turns out that’s what happened anyways

To be fair Dabi did go a little too hard on his last mission and he’s still recovering

But he was still pissed he couldn’t go

Regardless, Dabi was waiting for you and the rest of the League to come back

Casually sitting on the couch

Smoking a cigarette in solitude

When suddenly

The rest of the League burst through one of Kurogiri’s portals

And to say they were frantic was an understatement

Dabi looks over

His usual uninterested expression present on his face

Until he sees who Magne is carrying

Spoiler: it’s you

And you’re unconscious

And you lowkey look dead

And that is the reason his cigarette literally bursts into flames

He’s snatching you from Magne before any of the other villains even have the chance to start speaking

“What the fuck happened.”

He doesn’t necessarily ask

He more demands to know

Shigaraki walks past him, obviously annoyed because he’s scratching at his neck again

“There’s a new Underground Hero after us.”

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me right now, why does my girlfriend look fucking dead you fucking-“

“She threw herself at the hero because unlike you, she somewhat understands that me ending up like how she is right now would put an end to this entire thing.”

Dabi glares at Shigaraki

So the reason the only person he’s ever trusted in this world is severely injured is Shigaraki

“Why wouldn’t you-”

“She’s faster than me. Or she was. Whatever the hero did took away her quirk. That’s why she’s like that. Now leave me alone, I need to reevaluate everything now because of this little incident…”

Shigaraki starts muttering as he walks to his room

Dabi glares at the others before taking you into his room

He lays you on his bed and assesses you for injuries

He isn’t the best at treating things

But the deep cuts where it seems like you could bleed out at any second?

He can help with those

You’re probably going to kill him for the scars, though

He doesn’t really have time to think about that though considering you’re dying on him

He immediately begins cauterizing your wounds

For like the first time ever the familiar scent of burnt flesh makes him frown

But it’s only because he knows that it’s your flesh that’s burning

He carefully removes your destroyed villain costume

Placing you in one of his hoodies

Specifically the one he knows you love

Even though he barely lets you wear it because he knows you love it and he loves to piss you off

You always say it smells like him and you like it

Which he doesn’t really understand because he doesn’t wear cologne and he’s pretty sure he reeks of cigarettes, burning flesh, and alcohol

But you say there’s a comforting kind of campfire smell mixed in there too

Plus, he wears deodorant so there’s that smell too

He figures you’ll appreciate it when you wake up

If you wake up

He begins bandaging you up

He’s very careful to clean everything to ensure nothing becomes infected

Of course he’s just recalling what you do for him from memory

He’s hoping he’s doing well

After he finishes all that, he checks to see if you have any broken bones

Much to his relief, it doesn’t seem like it

Just a lot of bruises in random places

And y’know

Several severe puncture wounds

At least none of them were in lethal places

Damn heroes and their ways of not killing unless absolutely necessary

Just severely injuring

It’s obvious that that hero was trying to prove a point in hurting you like this

But how did he even manage to get you?

You’re usually so quick in fights because your quirk

Oh

Yeah

Shigaraki said something about your quirk being gone or something?

Dabi is sure it’s only for a day

Maybe two

It’s not for good...

Right...?

He sighs, getting into his bed with you

He gently pulls you against him

He wants you to know you’re safe when you wake up

As safe as you can be in a bar full of villains and with one of the most dangerous and angry ones holding you in his arms of course

He also just wants to know that you’re here

And you’re okay

Because you have to be okay

He glances at the clock in his room

And sees that it’s late

He should sleep

Key word should

But he’s a little preoccupied in his mind going through the ways he’s going to torture and kill whoever did this to you

And this goes on for a week

He doesn’t sleep

He barely eats

He spends all his time with you

Anyone who gives him shit gets a new burn mark on them

Sorry not sorry Twice

He makes sure to change your bandages and check in on your every day

Which is very unlike him

And he knows it

And honestly he hates it

But you’re special to him

And even though he’s a heartless piece of shit who loves to make fun of you and pretend like he doesn’t care

He does

He really does

So imagine how happy he feels when one day he’s holding you

Like he always does

And then you twitch

He immediately sits up, staring down at you

And sure enough, you open your eyes

He can’t hide the small smile that spreads across his face

“Looks like someone’s lazy ass decided it was time to finally wake up.”

He expects to hear one of your sarcastic quips about how you were just brutally beat and how you don’t need his snarky comments at a time like this

But you just stare at him

And you look... confused?

“What’s wrong, doll?”

His voice changes from sarcastic to concerned

Why were you being quiet?

You were never quiet with him

“I’m sorry it’s just... who are you?”

He genuinely feels like his heart stops beating

That’s not a cute thing to do to him

“Very funny, (Y/n). Can you see how amused I am? How much I’m laughing at this shitty attempt of a joke.”

“I’m being serious, asshole. Who the fuck are you, where the fuck am I, and why does everything hurt so much?”

He freezes

“You really don’t remember me...?”

“Should I?”

“Considering I’m your fucking boyfriend, yeah. You should.”

“Oh. Well, sorry. No idea who you are. Don’t even know your name and, wait boyfriend? I have a boyfriend?”

Okay this is officially not a joke now

He tries to get what happened out of you

But, as he expected, you have no idea

He clenches his fist

A flame appearing

“Woah there, hotshot, calm down. You’re still sexy as hell even if I can’t remember you, so you have a good chance with me again. Just... tell me where I am? What’s going on? Your name...? Why the eerie smell of deaht mixed with a campfire is actually very soothing to me right now?”

He tells you everything

And that campfire comment low-key made his heart swell because awwww his little crazy doll is just genuinely crazy and enjoys the smell without even knowing it’s his how sweet 🥺

But he has to ask Toga for help to explain what happened to you

And he realizes that wow

If your memory is gone then your quirk is probably definitely gone too

He leaves you with Toga so she can tell you all about how good of friends you two are

And goes to Shigaraki’s room

He doesn’t even knock before entering but before Shigaraki can scream at him Dabi asks a simple question

“Where can I find this new hero?”

[captnjacksparrow]

I honestly agree with a lot of your opinions, and even when I don't, I think that your arguments are always well structure and respectful to other people.

But I have some questions (and I'm sorry if you have already answer them), (also sorry for some of my English, it's not my first language)

How do you feel about narusaku?

How do you feel about people changing certain aspects about Sakura to try to improve her character?

How would you improve Sakura?

How much do you think Sakura being a good character could affect the story?

What was the moment you really started to ship SNS? And what are you favorite moments?

(Sorry if there's ro many questions)

I honestly agree with a lot of your opinions, and even when I don't, I think that your arguments are always well structure and respectful to other people.

Aww!!!! Thank you, Anon. This made my day. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I will start from my favourite question (The one in the last)

What was the moment you really started to ship SNS?

I never wore any shipping lens, Anon.

Literally, I started to ship SNS only after Episode 478 or Chapter 698. Before that, I always had these doubts in the back of my mind.

'Something seems to be very weird between these guys',

'Why are they behaving differently compared to other friends?',

'Why Sasuke is behaving totally different towards Naruto?',

'Why Sasuke agreed to honour Naruto's promise under the bridge, despite having no shred of affection towards his other former Team Members?',

'Why Naruto is so obsessed with Sasuke?',

'Why Sasuke felt Naruto's chakra in Konoha and bothered by it?',

'Why Sasuke is protecting Naruto like a precious treasure only to end up wanting to kill him?',

'Why Sasuke has this weird obsession that ONLY I CAN KILL NARUTO but not someone else?',

So, I had all these questions piling up one by one inside my mind as the series progressed and I can't simply jump into a conclusion because I don't know what Sasuke was thinking. I hate one-sided ship and I want reciprocation. So, I usually put all these questions on the back burner and started to focus on the story. Damn!!!, The story was equally captivating and emotionally daunting. When Sasuke finally confessed his feelings towards Naruto in Episode 478, I simply couldn't believe myself but ship them. Because, in no world, Friends would behave this way towards each other.

So, to answer your question, it's after Episode 478, I started to ship them. But if you want me to say when exactly I started to doubt their level of friendship??

It's this moment,

Now you may think, 'Yeah, you saw two boys in a close proximity and decided to ship together. It's nothing strange'.

I have to say, Close proximity was the last thing, I felt from this scene. My reason was those heart breaking scenes that happened before which led to this specific moment.

I will make it as short as possible. I'll start with this

God!! I wanted to punch Sasuke so badly when he said this with a deadpan expression. It looks like he was lying just to get power. I thought, 'Sasuke!!! What a lying piece of crap you are!! If you want to kill Naruto, Just do it. Why doing a fake confession? '.

It doesn't help as the fight progressed because Sasuke was really playing football with Naruto and when this happened,

I was shell-shocked because, the Sasuke we saw so far is no more. It even confirmed my thoughts about the fake confession. Which sane person will ram Chidori through his Close Friend's body?.

After many blows were exchanged, I simply wished for one thing. Naruto should win and Sasuke should be stopped no matter what. When the final Rasengan vs Chidori happened, I couldn't understand what was going on inside that power ball. Naruto and Sasuke look at each other with pained expression and we see the younger version of them smiling at each other.

And then finally we see a knocked out Naruto with Sasuke standing and looking at him without any expression and was about to say, 'Naruto.... I' which was interrupted by rain and when Sasuke felt a stinging pain in his arms and falls down on his knees. He coughs up blood and then this iconic scene happens.

That scene conveyed many things

Sasuke wanted to kill Naruto but couldn't.

Sasuke meant what he said. Naruto is his closest friend, it’s not a lie.

Sasuke couldn't severe his ties completely with Naruto.

Sasuke's pain of saying 'Goodbye' is greater than the stinging pain in his arms.

Sasuke deliberately, I repeat deliberately and not accidentally, came close to look at Naruto's face and experiencing something that, we, audience don't know. 

So, you see, Anon. The emotional train wreck that led to this scene made me really doubt about their depth of feelings they had towards each other for the first time. That's when I thought, 'Something seems to be very weird between these guys, what is it?'

And what are you favorite (SNS) moments?

There are two moments which shows how Sasuke is playing an emotional battle within himself. 

1. Sasuke, Susanoo, Naruto, Minato

This happens right after Sasuke said to Obito, “Not you.... The one who is going to sever the past is....me”.

In this moment, Sasuke can pretty much let Naruto to die, because nobody is trying to kill Naruto. Still, he saved him with a 3 layered protection. The best part is Sasuke acted quicker than Minato, the fastest shinobi, to protect Naruto. Surely Minato wouldn’t want to blow up near his Son, for whom he gave his life once. It’s just that Sasuke is extremely quicker at this moment. 

2. For some reason, My Sharingan deactivated on it’s own

If only, Sasuke maintained his Sharingan, he could’ve traced Naruto’s movements and deflected his upper cut and would’ve successfully landed his Chidori through him. But he just couldn’t. 

Both these scenes happens in a span of a day but Sasuke’s emotions fluctuates a lot when it comes to killing Naruto, protecting Naruto, can’t kill Naruto. 

How much do you think Sakura being a good character could affect the story?

To be Honest Anon, Storywise ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Yes, I agree with her amazing performance in Gaara retrieval Arc where she tagged along with Granny Chiyo and almost killed Sasori.

After that ????

She did nothing in the Sasuke Reunion Arc. It was all about Naruto vs Orochimaru, Yamato’s Wood style jutsu, Sai’s betrayal towards Orochimaru. Geez!!! I liked her attitude in this arc but totally spoiled when she was standing simply like a wooden doll when Sasuke was about to stab Naruto. It was Sai who blocked Sasuke.... I was like, ‘Girl!!!! You said you will save Sasuke for Naruto when he went into 4 tails mode. What happened now??? Why are you not stopping him???’

She was just making Food Pills in the Rasen Shuriken Arc.

She was basically climbing from one tree to another in the Sasuke killing Orochimaru to Sasuke joining Akatsuki Arc. Even Naruto’s role was very minimal in that arc except he met Kabuto, Dead soul of Jiraiya, Itachi, a split second meeting with Sasuke where he got Chidori’ed and fought with Tobi. 

She was just a spectator praying for Naruto in the Pain Arc. Yeah, she did healed few people and punched some monsters. But it just doesn’t matter. Even Konohamaru killed a Pain in that arc. 

She turned into an Asshole by making a fake confession towards Naruto and decided to kill Sasuke in the Kage Summit Arc. I think, this is where Kishi decided to shit on her mercilessly by making her into someone who was going to hurt both of her team mates mentally and physically. Basically Kishi transformed a clever medical Ninja who can find an antidote in a matter of hours to an asshole who believed Naruto did everything for her and even more of an idiot by planning to kill Sasuke with just a poisoned Kunai. Isn’t she the one who told Kakashi that Sasuke was given forbidden drugs to improve his strength after their Reunion??? Can’t she put 2+2 together to know Sasuke would be immune to poisons because of his days spent with Orochimaru??? Yeah, she did impacted the story. But it was not for her development. Sakura’s foolishness made Naruto and Sasuke to meet each other again and made a promise. So, you see, she was just a tool that pushes the narrative development of other characters, not her own. Her development took a big blow in this arc.

She was non-existent in the Naruto-Killer Bee Training Arc.

She was just healing people and punched some zetsu during Powerful Edo-Tensei Shinobis vs Allied Shinobi forces Arc. I expected her to have a special fight. But Nope. Even Ino, Shikamaru and Choji fought Asuma, Kakuzu and Kinkaku, Ginkaku brothers. 

She was non-existent in the Uchiha Madara vs 5 Kages mini arc

She was non-existent in Obito vs Naruto, Kakashi, Might Guy and Killer Bee mini arc.

She was non-existent in the Sasuke & Itachi vs Kabuto mini arc.

She was non-existent in the Edo Tensei’ed Hokages and Team Sasuke arc.

She was punching some Juubi Clones in the Official War Arc which will never make a difference to the story. At the same time, her character was transformed from an Asshole who hurted her teammates to an horny biasshhhh who wants only Sasuke’s D. She summoned Katsuyu and was healing soldiers. But there were an army of Medical Ninjas too. So her absence will not affect the story in a big way. She did Lip to Lip CPR for Naruto though. Again, that would never help Naruto in a major way unless he was helped by Obito by placing Bijuu inside him. Again, Kishi didn’t make her the sole saviour here. Instead, she was used as a medium to facilitate Obito’s transformation from a bad guy to good guy. Kishi made Obito as the Saviour here. 

She was useless and was not able to destroy Obito’s rinnegan in the Reincarnation of Indra and Ashura vs Rikkudou Sennin Madara arc.

She was useless in the Kaguya arc. [Sorry, that punch won’t make any difference because Kaguya must be stupid to not use her 360 degree vision to see Sakura from behind. With Naruto and Sasuke has already become a demi god at this point, her clown show is incomparable].

She was useless in the final Naruto vs Sasuke arc.

So, you tell me Anon. Did she make any impact to the story that served as a major twist?? 

The story revolved around Naruto and Sasuke. 

Itachi, Obito, Jiraiya, Madara, Hashirama and other Hokages were the game changers of this story. Meaning, their presence or death will change the story by a huuuuggge margin.

Tsunade, Orochimaru, Team Nagato, Kabuto helped our protagonists in a BIGGGG WAAYYYY.

Akatsuki were just amazing who gave us the sense of thrill as well as fun. 

Even Sakura being good will never impact the story because she had no dedicated arc written for her.

But, if she were written as a good character, my viewing experience would have improved in a relaxing way so much so that I don’t have to press my fast forward button whenever she appears and I wouldn’t be writing this post explaining why I hate her.

How would you improve Sakura?

Simple, By writing her similar to Rin Nohara.

No obsession but a simple love towards Sasuke.

No toxicity but caring friendship towards Naruto. 

That’s all.

How do you feel about people changing certain aspects about Sakura to try to improve her character?

Well, that means they would qualify as a fanfiction writers, aren’t they??.

Also, this inherently proves that she is a piss poor character and people wants to change certain aspects of her which they find annoying. But it will 100% end up being OOC. And I’m not into reading those OOC stuffs, Anon.

I always believe in accepting what the author has given rather than trying to fix their work. Because the author writes a character deliberately to make the readers feel what he intended in the first place. Kishi could write a redemption for even someone like Orochimaru towards the very end. Like, he literally made him to help Sasuke, not as a human predator, but as a former Master and an admirer. He wrote him to help Tsunade and other Kages. So in the end, Orochimaru was not hated like he was hated in part 1. If he can write something for Orochimaru, why not for Sakura??? 

You know how I can redeem Sakura in just 3 or 4 panels?

Let me tell you.

After that fake confession, Sakura could talk to Naruto,

“I am very Sorry, Naruto. I know you will never take things in your heart. But still I shouldn’t have used Love as a tool to make you not to do something. I was an Idiot to not realize how badly you want to save Sasuke. It wasn’t just for me. But it was for Sasuke and also for you, as his friend and also for us as Team 7. So, how about we go to Ichiraku, for a nice lunch??” 

While confessing Sasuke for the second time,

“It seems you still want to go on to that dark path, isn’t it?. I am not the most powerful ninja in this world and I know I can’t trade blows with you. But still.... if you try to hurt my friend, Naruto and my master, Tsunade. I will fight with all my strength to kill you..... Even though I love you”

I am pretty sure, if Sakura confessed something along these lines, everyone would have admired her and it shows her emotional maturity as a Kunoichi who wants to do something to this world as well as a person who is ready to kill someone she loved in order to protect the people she holds dear.

In chapter 699. Before saying Goodbye to Sasuke,

“I am very Sorry, Sasuke. I never really understood what was going on inside your heart. And, I always forced myself on you because of my selfishness. I really feel bad for those things. I never really became your friend in the first place. How about we say farewell as ‘a good friends’, before your redemption journey??” (Shakes hands.... End of Scene)

How is this???

Is it pleasant to read?? Of course, Yes.

I am pretty sure it wouldn’t take more than 4 or 5 panels. Kishi could’ve easily did something like this. Am pretty sure readers would’ve been satisfied. Her fans too. Even I would’ve forgiven her mistakes.

But Kishi didn’t and I am very sure it’s deliberate. Because, this very same Kishimoto could able to write Konan, Tsunade who acts with so much maturity without whining like a little girl.

Which shows Kishi clearly hates this character and never wanted to redeem her. 

So no matter how many people improve this character, it will never be believable.

How do you feel about narusaku?

Naruto always placed Sasuke as his priority, Anon. That’s always the case. So, apart from SNS, if you want me to say whether NaruSaku had any potential?

I would say, yes, NaruSaku had potential. I will not deny it. Naruto had some liking towards Sakura compared to the absolute indifference towards Hinata.

There are some moments Sakura genuinely cried for Naruto without anyone’s influence. I liked it. Say, the scene where she cried on hearing ‘A Jinchuriki without Bijuu will die” and with Yamato she told, “I can only do little things for Naruto”.

These are all coming from her own heart. No one instilled inside her.

[[[ That’s why I will not accept her realization of ‘Annoying, huh? So, this is how Naruto must have felt too. Maybe I should be a little nicer to him next time’ as genuine in Episode 3. Because she realized only after Sasuke roasted her. I want feelings to emerge subconsciously rather than instilled by someone. ]]]

Unlike the asshole Sakura she was in part 1, Sakura started out good in Shippuden. I was surprised with her development in Gaara Retrieval Arc and was not at all annoyed by her presence. (Except when she said she will save Naruto and Sasuke from Itachi.... Grrrrr.... Biashhhhh.... Do you know Itachi’s abilities first of all??? He can crush you like a meatball with his Susanoo)

I started to feel, ‘Wooow!!! She has improved a lot. Great!!!!’.

Even though, she was useless in Rasen Shuriken Arc, She still made an effort to make food pills for Naruto. She even hugged Naruto much to his surprise, before all the villagers and especially before, ahemmm Hinata after defeating Pain.

Despite all of these moments that had happened between them, I could only see them as a pair formed of mutual tragedies rather than mutual attraction, Anon. In their case, Losing Sasuke. I wasn’t 100% sure whether Sakura moved on from Sasuke or not. Because When Sakura was looking for Sasuke with Kakashi’s Tracking dogs, she was still in love with him. So Sakura fluctuates between her obsession with Sasuke and some genuine feelings towards Naruto. 

Kage summit Arc is where everything changed and finalized. Sakura was crying like an annoying shit when she heard that Sasuke joined Akatsuki and was wanted by Raikage. This clearly shows her obsession has flared up again and ‘Poof’ all the development she had with Naruto was thrown into drain. 

On top of it, the fake confession. Grrrrrr.......

Plus, Naruto officially closed the possibilities of this ship by saying, “Sasuke, I know the Truth of Itachi from a guy named Tobi. I don’t know whether it’s true or not. But whatever you’ve been doing so far (hunting Killer Bee, ruckus in Kage summit conference, trying to kill Sakura, Kakashi).... It’s all understandable”.

If Naruto truly, wholeheartedly, deeply loved Sakura, he wouldn’t have said something like, ‘It’s understandable why you tried to kill Sakura”. He should have beaten Sasuke into a pulp. Or atleast shown some intense anger. Instead, Naruto was talking to Sasuke and making promise by saying ‘We will die together’. It’s like Sakura playing cupid for Sasuke and Naruto.

Naruto was okay with someone trying to kill Sakura whereas he was not okay with someone trying to kill Sasuke and even went to the extent of hyperventilating. This is why I feel any other ships are incomparable with SNS. 

After that Sakura started to behave rabidly towards Sasuke in the War arc which I can’t help but feel disgusting. So, anything she did for Naruto in the War Arc was overshadowed by her crazy obsession towards Sasuke. That’s why her CPR doesn’t matter, Sakura healing Naruto doesn’t matter. [Naruto has his own regenerative abilities, so whatever she does will not matter much for him]

So, NaruSaku was closed officially by Naruto and Sakura. It couldn’t sail because of the presence of Sasuke. 

At the end, I felt like Sakura used Naruto for getting her man back ready for romance rather than a killer mode Sasuke. I couldn’t feel the friendship they once had or any familiarity. 

I just hate people who don’t value friendships, anon. Sakura was not even a good friend, first of all. Yeah she had her friendly moments here and there. But, at the end of the series, she was not. A war has just ended, many people lost their lives, her supposed ‘best friend’ Ino lost her father. Why can’t she help her out emotionally? Why can’t she do some fucking good stuffs for this Shinobi world like her other teammates?? Instead, what she did was ‘let’s go and persuade Sasuke-kun to lend me some D by going along with his journey. Because I am so horny’. 

It not how you were in the beginning, It’s how you ended up being. She started this series as a worst friend and she ended up as a worst human being for me. How can I ship such a person with Naruto????

[oikawaplssteponme]

7 signs that you are in love

previously: the fifth sign

masterlist

You introduce them to those who mean the most to you

The spring sunshine had been taken over by gloomy skies, leaving you stuck in your room. You listened to the rumble of thunder and watched as lightning struck mercilessly. You were hoping to be outside today, maybe even go for a stroll with someone but here you were.

Shoto Todoroki began to lace up his shoes. He put on a raincoat and the blue bucket hat he bought with you those weeks ago. He grabbed his cell phone and left his room.

Shoto made his way over to your dorm, knocking on the door. You sat up from your bed when you heard the familiar sound. You knew it was Shoto from the way he knocked, always twice, quickly. You opened the door for him, smiling.

“Hey! Oh, where are you off to?” you asked.

“Well that’s actually why I wanted to see you. I-uh-I’m going to visit my mother and wanted to see if you wanted to come with me,” he explained.

Your eyes grew. Todoroki had mentioned his mother a few times to you before. You had never met her however and only knew about her through stories and what rumors surrounded the Todoroki’s. You couldn’t believe Shoto trusted you enough to meet his mom.

“I understand if you don’t want to-”

“I just need to get my shoes and we can go,” you smiled. Shoto nodded. You turned back into your room, grabbing the nearest pair of shoes and your jacket. You then snatched the matching hat to Shoto’s off of your dresser.

“I’m good to go.”

You and Shoto awaited for the 5 o'clock bus to arrive a few blocks from the dorms. You used your student passes and took a seat.

“When was the last time you saw your mom?” You asked Shoto.

“Maybe a week or two. I haven’t been able to go as much as I would have liked to lately,” he explained. You nodded.

You sat close to Todoroki inorder to make room for the other passengers on the bus. He didn’t mind at all. If it weren’t for the hats on each of your heads, he would have attempted to finish what Kaminari and Sero interrupted those days ago.

The mix of the noisy bus and booming thunder startled you a bit. One crash was so loud that without thinking, you clutched onto Shoto’s arm. He flinched a little but didn’t pull away from your touch. You did, a bit embarrassed.

“S-Sorry,” you murmured. Shoto smiled. He moved the arm that was closest to you and wrapped it around you. He rubbed your shoulder, reassuring to you that there was no reason to be startled.

“Is this okay?” he asked. With a burning face you nodded profusely.

You and Shoto got off the bus after a little while longer. The both of you walked together until reaching the building. Once you entered the doors, there was a burst of cold wind. The lowlights and plain scenery made you almost feel as though you had to be quiet.

Shoto checked the two of you in. He barely had to talk as the front desk person recognized him. You went over to the elevators, clicking the button to take you to the sixth floor out of seven.

You stood close to Shoto as you rode the elevator up. He could tell you were a bit nervous. He grabbed your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Every time I mention you to her she asks when she’ll get to meet you,” said Todoroki. You looked up at him.

“Really?”

“Really. She’s never met any of my...um...friends,” he whispered, instantly regretting the last word. You nodded, looking back to the floor.

“Right, friends…”

Elevator doors opened and Todoroki led you out. He turned the corner to his mom’s door. He had a key but he always knocked first.

“Come in.”

Rei Todoroki sat on a chair next to her windowsill. Her light blue sweater matched the wallpaper that surrounded her. Shoto smiled.

“Hi mom.”

Rei waved the two of you over, pointing to her bed for you to sit.

“This is Y/N by the way.”

She looked at you then slowly got up from her chair. She bent down and gave you the biggest hug.

The sight made Shoto a little teary eyed. His mom and you, two people he adores, together. He never could’ve imagined it.

Rei looked at you, placing her hand under your chin.

“Thank you.”

At that moment, you weren’t sure why she said that. You would soon know.

Before Rei sat back down in her seat, she gave Shoto a hug as well.

“How was the bus ride? Hopefully not too bad because of the weather,” she smiled. You nodded.

“Yeah it was good. I honestly haven’t been to this part of town in a while,” you explained.

“I like your hats,” laughed Rei. Shoto’s face got warm. He took off that hat and placed it on his mom’s head.

“We got them a few weeks ago.”

“You two must hang out a lot.”

“I guess so,” you whispered.

“So are you… you know…”

“Mom-”

“Right sorry. So how is school?”

~

The three of you talked for hours it seemed. Rei was incredibly kind, asking you about your time at school, your quirk, and your future. She wanted to get to know you. After all, it seemed like all Shoto mentioned when he came to visit was you.

“It’s getting late, we should be heading back to UA,” insisted Shoto.

“You’re right. Well Y/N, it was wonderful to finally meet you. Please, please, visit again,” smiled Rei. She gave you another tight hug and you returned it.

“Here Mom.” Shoto handed her a small object, you thought it might be a picture. She smiled at it, then hugged Shoto goodbye.

Every time Shoto visits his mother, he takes a picture of himself, prints it, and gives it to her. That way she always knows what he looks like despite not seeing him every day. She keeps them all in a small scrapbook, the date next to each one.

You and Todoroki went down the elevator again and awaited for the bus to take you back to school.

“That’s really kind of you, to visit your mom all the time,” you said. Shoto smiled.

“It’s nice to see her. To see her smile. There were times that I never thought I would.”

“I’m sure you’re the reason for her smile,” you whispered, “just as you are the reason for mine.”

Shoto looked at you, his eyes staring directly into yours. Your face grew terribly warm. He took your hand and placed a kiss on it.

“I hope to keep you smiling then.”

a/n: hi loves! okay i really like this part so i hope you did too! there is gonna be two more parts after this one :)) id love to hear your thoughts and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🤍

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