#kai chisaki angst

[nixwriteschaos]

Gold Serpent of Shie Hassaikai

“Come here, you little fucking thief!!” A child pushes through the busy streets of Musutafu. His slender legs carried his whole skinny body towards a cold park. It was cold and empty, just like his stomach as it rumbled. He walked to an empty bench and sat down, a sigh of relief leaving his dry mouth. He took a huge bite out of the bread he had stolen.

He had no choice. He was hungry, practically starving. Every passing person looked at him with pity yet did nothing to assist his poor situation, just… watching him suffer was “enough” to help him. 

It did not.

It had only filled him with rage.

His rage slowly filled his stomach everytime a hero walked by. Instead of their assisting and gentle hands– like he expected from stories– he was left with scraps being tossed at him by them. The scraps were mere scraps, nothing useful for his survival. Only a gesture of nothing. Absolutely nothing.

With one another bite, he felt his stomach acids coming up to the surface. He placed his half-eaten bread and hurled forward, pressing his arms against his aching stomach as all of his food on the grass, now a waste. His stomach growled for more food but he had none, only his half-eaten bread.

He grabbed his bread and ate it slowly but faster than before, eventually eating it all and it settled alright in his stomach. He stood up and slowly wobbled to the alleyways. His legs slowly dragged his light body towards the busy streets once again, his intentions to steal arose again. His eyes danced around, looking at the colorful stores bustling in the cold night. A shiver went down his pale skin, feeling a cold coming which only caused further problems to himself.

With a sigh, he decided to find a shelter, as the night was getting colder by each passing second. He walked into a shop– hoping for the store owner or manager to let him stay for the heaters– only to be pushed out of the shop like some stray dog, disgusting and filthy to be let in. His knees scraped the ground, bruising and slight bleeding occurred. The little boy only stood up once again and struggled to walk again, tripping every once and a while.

He found himself under the highways. It was cold… but warm enough than in the middle of the streets. He sat down and huddled up. His knees pressed against his chest, and his arms wrapped around his scraped and bruised legs. He dropped his head, feeling himself ready to sob. 

He would do anything to go back to his loving parents, his lovely house, and the warm and cozy fireplace that only brought warmth and comfort to his whole body.

But he knew it was no longer possible. They were dead. What could he do? Nothing.

Closing his eyes, he tried to gather some sort of warmth from his cold surroundings. Friction from his hands only brought little heat to comfort him. His eyes open once again, his black eyes becoming teary-eyed. He hated his situation but he could not do anything to change it. Afterall, he was just a boy.

“Are you alright, young man?” He looked up with widened eyes. It was a tall and broad man. His face was nothing but a black blank space, unable to see his face. He couldn’t tell what sort of expression he had on his face. Angry? Pity? What was it?

The man reached forward to touch the boy, causing him to flinch and backed away. The man paused, his hand caught up in the air. He stared right back at the boy’s black eyes, his gold pupils glowing which piqued an interest in him. “Where are your parents?” he asked. No answer. The boy’s eyes followed as the old man sat down on the muddy land under the highway. He was a bit surprised to have seen this. He had a proper suit on, tie and everything. His thoughts consisted of ‘why is he sitting? His suit..’ and ‘what a nice suit…’ as he analyzed the man. 

“Mr. Chisaki..” The old man was shocked to have heard this, a quiet gasp left his mouth. “That is my name… how do you know that, young man?” he looked closer, curiosity seeping out of him. “It is your Quirk?” the boy looked at him with caution… but nodded.

The man was now fully intrigued by his answer. ‘Perhaps an analytic Quirk?’ he wondered. The grey-haired man stood up, peeling his suit jacket off and crouched down once again and wrapped him around like a burrito. The little boy, shrivelled and cold, instantly felt warmth from the big and perfectly tailored jacket. He looked up at him with slight hope. Hope that he could stay with the man, now that he feels somewhat comfortable with him.

“Come with me, son. I’ll help you.” He extended his rough hand towards him. This was the first time the boy had seen the man’s smile. It was warm and gentle, unlike his rough and buff exterior. Who knew a tough guy would have such a smile? The boy looked down at hand in front of him, inviting him to a better life.

His small and cold hand extended forward, placing gently in his hand. The warmth of the old man’s hand instantly heats up his own cold hands. Mr. Chisaki guided the boy to his arms and he lifted him up, his legs and torso held up. The boy sighed a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth from the man’s instantly warming him up. He relaxed almost immediately. His grip was tight and secure.. Yet it was gentle and reassuring, reassuring him that everything’s going to be okay.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Mr. Chisaki looked down, hoping for an answer. He wasn’t sure the boy had a name, but he wanted to ask to make sure. “...Tomo…” Despite being his name, he always hated it, never wanted anyone to call him such a name. It seems Mr. Chisaki had catched up on his hate for his name from the pause he had. “I could, of course… give you a new name? A fresh new start.” The boy immediately lightened up at the suggestion. His head shook frantically, practical stars in his eyes, filled to the brink with excitement. Mr. Chisaki chuckled, enjoying his excitement.

“How would you like the name, Kouki ?” -----------------------------------------------------------

★☽A/N: Okay so... this is an odd idea for a new X OC I want to do! If this gets a bunch of notes and such, I might make it into a series and of course, will be published on Wattpad like my other series, A Drop of Blood and A Shine of Hope!

[chisakifiles]

you save me over and over again | chisaki kai overhaul yume/comfort oneshot

by popular demand. (im kidding) hope this is enjoyable since its my first time writing for tumblr. anyways an intervention was necessary and i need a lil kiss on the forehead yk

content warning; self harm (literally the first line of text), suicidal tendencies, angst, genderneutral!reader. disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction and is not based on any real events.

I sat on his bathroom floor and watched the blood pool. I felt the emptiness get replaced with the sting of the wounds along my arms and everything was finally quiet. This wasn't my first time doing this and expecting my life to end. I cut my arms and wrists before. I tried a gun in my mouth, and another one to my head. I even “accidentally” took too many pills on purpose. But every single time I deliberately forget to lock the door, and he has found me every single time. I tell myself to lock it every time I plan, too. Yet something deep inside me hopes he will open the door, and he does. Every single time. This time was no different.

The static noise in my head is replaced with the peaceful buzz of the burn in my arms, but I felt dizzier too. As if the sound echoed through my head, I heard the bathroom door open in the distance, even though it was directly to my left. Oh dear. Someone's here, I thought. I wonder if it's him.

"Fuck!" I heard them scream, and then rush to their knees in front of me. Oh, it's his face. It's him. Again. He's so lovely. Fuck. He held my face for a second and called my name. I blinked slowly and surveyed his frantic body. He immediately picked me up and placed me on the closed toilet seat. Grabbing bandages and rubbing alcohol, he attempted to clean my wounds before dressing them. The cuts were deep enough to make someone scream if alcohol were to touch them, but when he rubbed it across my arms, all I could do was flinch. My face remained empty. He looked at me with worry for my lack of reaction. "Y/N? Are you still here?" He asked me. I blinked again to answer, since I didn't feel like responding. Then he got up to get me some water.

When he returned, he held it close to my lips, but I refused to move. "Y/N. Please?" I still couldn't move. "Alright. We don't have time," he said, picking me up by the waist. When I refused to walk, he grabbed the rest of me bridal style and carried me to his lab. On the way there, he knocked on Chronostasis' door. "Chrono, come to my lab right now. Y/N needs help," he said, then continued onwards.

Upon arriving, he placed me in the hospital-like chair and immediately hooked me up to the IV. Chrono joined to aid Kai in taking care of me. The more I came back into focus, the angrier I became. I felt the frustration reach my fingertips and I almost jumped from my chair in a blind fury. Chrono grabbed onto me and held me down to the chair. Chisaki locked his eyes on mine. All I could see was worry. "Relax, hey relax. It’s okay,” Chrono said, barely audible to me. I couldn’t hear anything thanks to the sudden tunnel vision I was experiencing, so I ended up taking an arrow to the neck. Then I felt my entire body slow down within seconds. Even my heart. I could hear again. When I finally stopped huffing, Chrono removed the arrow. I stayed still and Chrono affectionately ruffled my hair, stepping back.

"Why do you do this? You make this hard for me," I finally spoke quietly.

"What is it that I’m making hard? Why do I make it so difficult for you?" Chisaki asked, a slight tremor in his voice as he squatted down to look at me. We both knew the answer to his questions but I stayed silent, tears in my eyes welling. I avoided his own eyes, training mine on his shoes. After a moment, he says "I do this because I love you. It's only natural for humans to protect the things they care for." He leans down to hug my waist, sighing shakily. It was then that I noticed he was wearing only a regular black mask. I felt his breathing through the cloth of his mask and my shirt, onto my stomach. A moment passed in complete silence. You could hear the IV drip.

"I detest you," I said almost furiously. Chrono saw Chisaki's face drop in silent fear, hurt deeply by the words. "I hate that I love you." His face softened as his tears began to well in his eyes. "I hate that I look forward to you always being there. It makes this so much more harder. Why do you do this to me? You have no business preserving someone else's life for your own selfish reasons. This feels...like hell." He pulled back and just watched me, tears threatening to fall. The guilt dropped its weight. "I'm sorry. Chisaki, I'm sorry. I...I know you're trying to help. I...you don't deserve this," I sniffled, rubbing my eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to put you through this. You deserve better than that. I'm sorry." I gently raised my hands, motioning for him to stay away from me.

He speaks slowly. "It's worth it because its you. I wouldn't rather live any other life. You deserve to live because I think you are worth living for. You have changed me for the better. I can only return the favor. If I had to choose...I would choose to find you and pick you up and be there until you get better, and keep doing it over and over until you're free from it." I stare at him in suffocated silence. Then my own tears fall, and continue to fall until I can no longer speak.

After a moment, I mumble, "Why do I always hope you find me? Why?"

He holds a conflicted look on his face. "I'm...not sure. You...you love me, right? I'm something you care about right?"

I nodded. "I can't...protect you if I'm gone. But you're protecting me instead."

He pulls his mask down and smiles softly. "That's okay. We can take turns taking care of each other. That's what relationships are for." He raises from his knees and sighs. "What makes you feel better? Anything you need. I'll do it for you," he says quietly.

After a moment, I look at him and sigh, pulling the IV out. "You can get me a glass of water," I say, tired.

Chrono begins to move, holding a pensive expression on his face. Chisaki tells him he'll get it himself. Chrono pats Chisaki on the shoulder, then steps out, closing the door. Chisaki gets the water and I stand up to take the glass and drink it slowly, holding back more tears. I put the glass down as he comes in close and envelopes me in his arms. He had put on his jacket that he had left in the lab and wrapped his jacket around me in the hug, and I hold onto him, clinging tightly and taking in his scent. Feeling me grab onto him, he squeezes himself even tighter around me. I began to openly sob into his shoulders. "Please, please, please don't let me go. I don't want you to leave me," I whispered.

Petting my head, he answered just as quietly, "I would never. You could make me furious beyond reason and it will never be enough for me to leave you alone. Then we'd both be alone. You are my spouse, I am your husband. I'll die with you." Somehow I clung even tighter. I felt my fingers begin to ache. I don't know how long we stood there until I heard him laugh softly. "Come on. Lets take a bath." We headed back to the bedroom, walking slowly. He interlocked his fingers with mine and pulled me along behind him. When we reached the room, he lead me to the bathroom and began running a bath. we stand next to it and he offers to help me undress.

I lifted my arms slowly, wincing at the ache in my bandaged limbs as he pulled my shirt over my shoulders. Then I watched as he carefully undid the bandages, revealing the still fresh cuts. Tugging my waistband, he looked at me, then pulled my pants down. Despite us being married, I caught myself feeling flustered as he passed his eyes over my crotch. I took off my underwear and stepped into the large, round tub, sitting down to watch him take off his own clothes. I couldn't help but stare at him myself, watching his body.

He followed me into the tub, sitting next to me. I watched as he rest his arm on the edge of the tub behind my shoulders, almost leaning into me. “We can rest for however long you like, and then I can help wash, too. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the room, reminding me of him.

“Okay,” I nodded and just sat back. We sat in now comfortable silence, drifting off into our own thoughts while still being anchored by one another. I thought about how completely startled I was at the fact that he wasn’t compulsively scrubbing the both of us down right now, and how he didn’t give his bloodied cloth gloves more than a second glance earlier. Not once did he break out either. He just seemed completely at ease. In turn I felt like I could breathe more easily too. “Thank you,” I said, leaning over him to place a gentle kiss on his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I continued, each “thank you” complimented by another kiss on his neck.

He sighed and placed a sud-covered hand in my hair. “Why do you thank me? I told you, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now,” he answered.

I shrugged, sinking down to rest my chin on his shoulder. “I don’t know. I just feel bad. You can’t expect me to not feel even a little responsible,” I said quietly. He continued to pet me, and I felt our skin grow warmer with contact.

“You’re right. It’s okay if you do. But the reality of it is that it isn’t your fault. You’re just trying to find the best way to help yourself. Even if it isn’t actually helpful.” He turn to look at me so I raise up to meet his gaze. “There’s no malicious intent behind struggling with something like this. None of us have the right answer to being alive so what are you really responsible for in the first place?”

“…Fair enough,” I replied. He leans in apprehensively and lands a tender kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and sigh, feeling his presence in front of me. The simple thought that I was not in fact the only human being on the planet eased my mind tremendously. After a few more soft kisses I say, “Okay, I’d like to have this bath now.”

Chisaki nodded and grabbed the soap bottle, along with shampoo and conditioner, then the shower hose. "Would you like for me to wash your hair?" he asked me. I closed my eyes and nodded. He ran the water over my hair, making sure it was soaked in warm water before grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hands in it. I relished in the feeling of his fingers massaging my head, reaching every corner, crevice and ache. He washes it out and I put the conditioner in my hair myself.

Once I finished combing my fingers through my hair, I looked up to ask him, "Want me to wash yours too?" His hair was significantly shorter, so it wouldn't be too much of a task.

"Sure, why not," he sighed, and I did the same for him. As I scratched at his head with shampoo, I couldn't help but steal adoring glances of his face. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in bliss. Then we both took the regular soap and scrubbed ourselves until we were completely clean. Chisaki grabbed the shower hose and washed my skin off then my hair, gently covering my eyes to keep the conditioner out. He lifted my face once the suds washed away and placed a small kiss on my forehead. Then he quickly washed himself off along with his hair and we get out of the tub.

I watched him drain it and clean up in the bathroom as I began to dry myself off, but as I'm watching him, I see him walk over to me, still sopping wet. He immediately grabbed fresh dressing for my wounds and recleaned them before applying it. I watched his face as he worked, completely void of any negative emotion. His fingers moved quickly and carefully, as if he were 100% sure of himself. Once he finished, he took the towel from my hands, burying my head in the towel and ruffling it nicely. I laughed softly at how willing he was to do anything for me and I took the towel back from him. "It's fine, I got it. Go help yourself, my love."

He huffed, slightly embarrassed. "Alright." I watch him dry himself off and then I follow him back into the bedroom. I went to my closet and searched for clean pajamas to put on, to commend his effort to help me. He dressed himself quickly and by the time I get my pants on he's already grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it on over my head. I sighed and smiled at him, giving in. He then helped me finish up moisturizing my hair, which was actually just him taking over completely. "I want to do this for you," he said.

"Okay," I answered softly.

Once he was finally done with me, he pulled me close and grabbed my hands to bring them around his waist. I interlocked my fingers together and rested them on his lower back as he brought his own larger arms around my shoulders to grab my back, squeezing me in an embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder, accepting my pleasant fate. After a moment the tears threatened to return, and as if he sensed it himself, he let go, placed a small kiss on my neck and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go to bed. You must be exhausted."

I nodded, giving him another "Okay," except this time it was shakier.

He led me to our bed and let me get under the covers first before following and collapsing himself on top of me. He laughed softly and I followed along with him, which took me completely by surprise. He showered me with kisses and said, "Let's go to sleep. I can offer you myself as an additional blanket for tonight." He didn't normally act playful, so I could tell he was trying to cheer me up, and it was working.

Yawning, I answered, "That sounds good to me." He shifted above me and snuggled close. I knew he wasn't comfortable on top of me and would last 40 minutes tops up there, but I let him do as he pleased, because watching him try to make me happy was definitely making me happy. I definitely didn't last the 40 minutes, though. Before I could think of anything else to say to him, I fell deep asleep.

He kissed my forehead once more and whispered, "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow." He rolled off of me while still resting his arm on top of me, drifting off himself.

[hots0s]

I wanna see hurt comfor. I want to see Chisaki cry and wail while he's having his hair petted. I want him to suffer but I also want to kiss his huge forehead. Can you do that?

be MORE than happy to :) sad baby chisaki is my fav.

(tw for a VERY brief mention of eri in this, just in case)

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A few minutes pass of you laying there staring at the ceiling and listening to him snivelling to himself, and somewhere in those moments you realise you get a strange satisfaction from hearing it. His body is wracked with poorly contained gasps for air and little sobs that he can’t seem to stifle. Why he’s suddenly acting this way is a mystery to you, because he had been fine a few minutes ago. Quiet, maybe, but he’s been quiet for months now. Ever since he lost his arms. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him to just… stare and do nothing. A little unsettling, maybe, but completely normal.

“It must have been building up all day,” You think as you turn on your side to watch him shake. He’s self soothingly tucked his knees into his chest and turned his back to you. He looks small. You catch yourself feeling bad for him and quickly remember who exactly is it is that’s laying in bed next to you throwing a pity party. A villain. Chisaki Kai. Overhaul. The man that killed hundreds, his own father included, the man who tortured a kid for the sake of his own twisted, stupid belief and desires and selfishly ruined his entire life— he’s not the victim here, he’s anything but. He’s awful, just awful, and you don’t feel bad for him in the least— but he’s so pretty. He’s vulnerable and he’s in bed beside you and you just long to hold him.

“Stop that crying,” You tell him and he only cries louder.

“I’ll never see him again,” He whimpers. “I’ll never, ever see him again,”

“Yeah, you made sure of that.”

“You don’t get it!” He wails, facing you at last. His cheeks are ruddy, his lashes stuck together from mournful tears. It makes your heart skip a beat.

He truly doesn’t understand how what he did was wrong and usually that’d cause an argument. You’re feeling so content tonight, though. You’ve had enough fighting, you don’t want to fight because all it will do is put you in a foul mood too. So, you choose to ignore his little outburst and instead you pull him close.

“It wasn’t meant to be like this,” He hiccups, hiding his face in your neck as you wrap your arms around him, his legs instinctively curling around yours despite his distress. “Those league rats did this…” He snarls, placing the blame on anyone but himself, “This isn’t what I wanted, I was going to fix everything… why did this happen…”

You press your lips against his forehead and shush him, “c’mon baby,” soothingly running your fingers through his auburn hair. It’s getting longer each week— a trim is in order, maybe? You’re not a barber but you could probably do an alright job. Chisaki trembles and whines. Your shoulder is wet with his grief.

You could tell him that it’ll all be okay, that time will reverse itself and he’ll never have fucked it all up so badly— but that would be a lie. You know that. He knows that. So, what do you do?

You lie there and caress his soft skin and mumble sweet nothings. You listen to his incoherent, pathetic regrets. You look forward to hearing it more.

You love him so much and you really, really hope that he’ll stay sad forever. It’s what he deserves, after all.

[number1villainstan]

i would like to submit for review the idea that chisaki kai is immunocompromised (and doesn't know it)

[jubilee40]

Prison Boyfriend/Penpal Series

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Prompts:

The reader is lonely (desperate) one night and after a couple of glasses of wine she decides to apply to be a prison penpal.

Or

Reader is a part of a good Samaritan organization that helps reform prisoners.

This series will be a combination of my ideas and your requests.

This series will most likely have more smut, dark content, and angst then fluff.

All of the fics will be in a Modern World AU

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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ATTACK ON TITAN

EREN YEAGER

LEVI ACKERMAN

REINER BRAUN

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

OSAMU DAZAI

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

YUKI FUKUZAWA

JUJUTSU KIASEN

TOJI FUSHIGURO

SATORU GOJO

SUGURU GETOU

RYOMEN SUKUNA

KENTO NANAMI

MY HERO ACADAMIA

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

IZUKU “DEKU” MIDORIYA

KEIGO “Hawks” TAKAMI

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

TOYA “DABI” TODOROKI

KAI “OVERHAUL” CHISAKI

JIN “TWICE” BUBAIGAWARA

TOKYO REVENGERS

MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO

KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGUJI

NAHOYA “SMILEY” KAWATA

SOUYA “ANGRY” KAWATA

RAN HAITANI

RINDOU HAITANI

HARUCHIYO SANZU

WAKASA IMAUSHI

HAKKAI SHIBA

SHUJI HANMA

[narumi-gens]

Triptych | "You left me alone."

Chisaki Kai x f!Reader

summary: Your life is nothing more than a triptych, a work of art in three parts with each panel depicting a distinct period — a beginning, a middle, an end. And in the triptych that is your life, the central figure has always been Chisaki Kai.

chapter warnings: 18+ minors/blank/ageless blogs dni, yandere, angst, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, emotional/psychological abuse, depression, reader stops eating, codependency, abandonment issues

notes: this is from a non-chronological series so the parts can be read in any order (or on their own). shoutout to the anon who asked me a very long time ago when their "husband" (triptych) was "coming home from war" (unofficial hiatus). he's back, bb!

words: 1.5k

SERIES MASTERLIST

The End

It’s hard to gauge time in the darkness. With no window to keep track of whether it’s day or night, the only way to track the passage of time is by the three daily meals that are left for you by a masked and silent guard. When you were first locked away, it was easy to count the meals and thus the days.

But as the days and the darkness and the isolation stretch on, your grasp on reality begins to slip. It’s difficult in the blackness to tell if your eyes are open or closed — if you’re sleeping or if you’re awake. Is this meal the first of the day or the second? Maybe it’s the third. 

The longer you spend in this room, in this cell, the more you can feel the life slowly draining from you. Eventually, you stop eating, your appetite fading altogether along with your will to keep fighting. 

Your faceless, nameless guard brings you a meal, only to take away an untouched one. You don’t know how long this goes on for. All you know is it doesn’t take long for your body to feel as fragile as your mind. 

Until one day, when the door to your prison opens and the figure holding a tray and standing in the doorway, backlit by the light from the hallway — the only light you ever see anymore — isn’t your usual guard. 

Despite the way your heart races at the sight of someone new, someone familiar, you remain still, too tired and weak to move even if you wanted to. All you can do is look at him with eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. 

“You’re not eating,” Kurono points out needlessly from the doorway. You can’t help but wonder if you’re dreaming. How long has it been since you’ve heard a voice other than the one in your head?

You watch in a daze as he walks toward you and sets the tray down on the table beside the twin-sized bed that you’ve been curled up in since you were first put here. The scent of your lunch, or maybe it’s dinner, reaches your nose and while your stomach reacts with a deep pang of hunger, you still feel no real appetite to actually eat what Kurono has brought you. 

You glance at the tray and see a shallow bowl on top. It must be a broth, something easy to digest after days — has it been days? — of eating nothing. When you look back at Kurono, you find that his head is tilted down in your direction. With his mask covering the entirety of his face, you can only assume that he’s turned his attention fully to you. 

There’s an unfamiliar sense of longing deep down inside of you. You wish he would take off the stupid mask. You’re desperate to see another person’s face.

“How-” you’re cut off by a small cough, your throat dry and scratchy, unused to speaking after so long spent alone in the dark. “How long have I been here?”

Kurono stays silent, refusing to answer your question. Against your will, tears begin to blur your vision from how much it hurts to be ignored by someone you know so well after having been locked away by yourself for so long. You must look pitiful because he softly sighs.

“You need to eat,” he says and even through your haze, you can hear his weariness. 

You wonder if he’s truly concerned or if he’s just tired of the irritable mood that Kai has surely been in since he put you here. But as you continue to stare up at him, you decide that it isn’t a fair assumption. For as long as you’ve known Kurono, whatever’s important to Kai is important to him. 

And apparently, there’s nothing of greater importance to him than you. Except for one thing…

“E-Eri,” you breathe out, a new type of desperation taking hold. “How’s Eri? Is she safe? Is she okay?”

They’re all stupid questions. Of course she isn’t safe. Of course she isn’t okay. She won’t be safe until you can take her far, far away from the Hassaikai and Kai. 

“If you don’t eat, Eri will be the one to pay.” The words are Kai’s even if they’re coming from Kurono, and they cut just the same.

Your next question escapes you before you’re even able to fully process it.

“Where’s Kai?” you rasp and you should feel embarrassed. You should feel ashamed for asking after the man who’s torturing a little girl, who incapacitated your father, who locked you away in the dark for what must have been weeks by this point. 

You should feel ashamed for asking after the man who’s been quietly controlling you and isolating you and manipulating you for your whole life. 

But you’re just so lonely. You would give anything to be free of the darkness.

Right now, you want nothing more than to see Kai, and the realization has a single tear finally escaping your eye and rolling across the bridge of your nose

“Kurono,” you weakly plead with a pathetic sniffle when he doesn’t answer you. “Hari…Where’s Kai?”

The use of his given name seems to soften his stony demeanor because he gives another quiet sigh.

“Eat,” he says, gentler this time, but you’re already beginning to spiral. The small hint of kindness he’s shown you, even when it’s dripping with pity, is too much for you to handle when you’ve been isolated and alone for so long.

“Please, tell him I don’t want to be here anymore,” you cry. You squeeze your eyes shut in a futile attempt to hold back your tears as the pillow beneath you quickly turns wet. “Tell him I’m sorry.”

The feeling of a warm hand on the side of your head has you opening your eyes back up to find Kurono now kneeling down at your bedside. His mask is held in his other hand, allowing you to see the slight frown on his lips as he watches you cry.

“You’ll feel better if you eat something,” he assures you and you want to protest, to continue to waste away into nothingness, but you remember Eri. 

Eri, who’s suffering, who’s being tortured, who will pay the price should you keep refusing to eat, who will truly have no one on her side if you disappear.

And so, after looking up at Kurono for a long moment, you weakly nod. It’s his steady hand that helps you sit up, holding you carefully but firmly when you feel lightheaded. Once he seems to think you’re no longer at risk of collapsing back onto the bed, he releases you to bring the tray to your side. 

Then, as if you’re nothing more than a child, he raises the bowl and brings a small spoonful of the broth to your chapped lips for you to sip. Anger bubbles in your stomach and you feel the urge to shove away the spoon, the bowl, and Kurono for the infantilizing behavior. 

The anger is almost a relief, letting you know that you’re capable of feeling something, anything, other than despair. But again, you think of Eri and swallow the broth without complaint. Just as you do when he gives you another spoonful and then another, eating what you’re given until you’re full, which admittedly doesn’t take too long. 

He gives you a soft smile before putting his mask back on, picking up the tray, and leaving you alone in the darkness once more. He doesn’t visit again, but the meals continue to show up on their usual schedule, three times a day, evolving from broths to more nutritious food once your stomach can handle something more. 

But one day — you’re not sure how many days later — instead of waking up to a meal, you open your eyes to find Kai sitting on the edge of your bed, patiently watching you. 

There’s a part of you that thinks you’re imagining his presence, or that maybe it’s a dream, until he places a glove-free hand on your cheek. His touch is achingly familiar and you’re overcome with self-loathing at how much comfort it provides you.

“Kai?” you breathe, tears of relief blurring your vision. His thumb gently brushes away the first one that escapes. Your own hand comes up to cover his where it cups your cheek, desperately and pathetically clinging onto him in a wordless plea for him not to let you go. 

“You said you’d never leave me alone, but you did,” you start to cry. “You left me alone.”

He lets you weep, his thumb continuing to swipe away the tears that he can catch with a touch that both burns and soothes. He offers no explanation or words of consolation, silently and calmly watching as you fall apart before him. 

It’s only when your sobs have started to die down that he encourages you to look back up at him with his touch.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he finally asks.

All you can do is move closer to him so you can bury your face in his lap as a fresh wave of tears comes over you. 

[typhea]

✮﹒❄️﹐RANDOM CHARACTERS + ‘CAN’T REMEMBER TO FORGET YOU’

﹐♡﹒featuring : multiple characters ♡

﹐♡﹒infos : toxicity, angst, heavy manipulation/brainwashing, threatening, gn!reader, heavy guilt tripping, corruption.

﹐♡﹒summary : type of toxic ex they are..

THE ‘ I’M THE VICTIM ’ EX

midoriya izuku, yuji itadori, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, arlelt armin, kyoka jirou, uraraka ochako, hinata shoyo.

literally brainwash you that it’s your fault and they’re hurt.

calls you every night, when they probably drunk and tells you how much they miss you.

“ y/n, you were so horrible to me. you crushed my feelings, but i’ll forgive you anything ‘cause i love you.”

will dramatise everything like, getting off social medias, staying home all day, just to get your attention.

will send people to get you to come back, he makes you look bad in front of your friends. “they are nice to you! why would you do that, just get back with them.”

faking their depression to get you back, and literally go insane when it doesn’t work.

“look what you’ve done to me.”

100% cry in front of you to coax you.

“i did really bad things to myself because of you, only you can heal me.”

lies, lies, lies. all for your attention.

THE ‘YOU NEED ME’ EX

bakugo katsuki, yaoyorozu momo, sero hanta, kurapika, gojo satoru, neito monoma, aizawa shota, takami keigo, kuroo tetsuro.

always up to date on your new relationships, texts you that it won’t work.

"you call that moving on? they look like me, but they’ll never be me."

so confident you will come back.

most of the time, they are the reason why your relationships don’t work. threatening your partner? yes.

you cry in their arms when one of your relationship ends, they just hug you and whisper :

“i told you baby, nobody loves you but me okay?”

will remind you your flaws and red flags, just to end their sentence with “but i still love you, isn’t that amazing?”

don’t even act like you’re their ex.

literally corrupts you, makes your brain theirs.

makes you chase them.

THE ‘ME OR NOBODY’ EX

amajiki tamaki, midoriya izuku, chisaki kai, tsukishima kei, tendou satori, kamo choso, kasumi miwa, springer connie, kirstein jean, toga himiko.

also called crazy ex, the one that stalks you.

harass you with begging texts. you blocked them? they will get another phone.

“y/n you can’t do this to me.. please come back”

impulsive and jealous, they will beat up anyone they see you with or hack any thirsty person commenting on your insta post.

goes insane when you get a new partner.

literally screams at you in voicemails, thinks you’re theirs.

“you can’t cheat on me! y/n, i know you’re faking it just to make me mad, i’ll show you how mad i am.”

shows up at your place at random times, it’s either to cry at your feet or threaten you to come back.

literally couldn’t believe theirs ears when you broke up with them, went feral.

you’re their whole world, they are literally nothing without you, they will find a way to keep you whether you want it or not.

thanks for reading darlin! don’t forget to like and leave a comment :)

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[gojos-fr-bae]

Silence

Pairing: Chisaki x reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, lots of swearing, Chisaki being a bully

It was 11 pm and Kai still hadn't come to bed, which confused you. He had this habit of getting lost in his work, and while it helped him work efficiently, it made him overwork himself a lot. In fact, before you, he would be stuck in his office for days, engrossed in his work.

Knowing this, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Kai!" you called, knocking on his office door...no response.

The door creaks as you push the door open and you see him. Buried in piles of paperwork and looking absolutely exhausted. He was still wearing his unnecessarily huge plague mask but had taken off his green and purple jacket.

The room was dimly lit and although he looked dashingly handsome, he also looked ready to drop right then and there. You made your way slowly to his desk and stood behind him and rested your hand on his shoulder. No reaction.

"Kai, I think you should com to bed, you've been working so hard and need to rest" you whispered softly

"NO" he replied coldly, catching you off guard.

"Come on sweetheart, you need to rest, it's not healthy to stay up this long working" you moved your hand up to his soft hair, running your fingers through it slowly.

He let out a soft sigh but didn't budge.

"I'm fine y/n, just go to bed, I'll be their in a few hours" he said, voice growing colder.

"No Kai, I'm not leaving unless you come with me"

" Y/n, I'm doing something important so just leave"

"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"If it could wait till tomorrow then would I be doing it right now? Gosh just use your common sense"

"Hey! There's no need to be rude"

"Well maybe I wouldn't have to be dude if you weren't so goddamn fucking annoying and would just let me do my work!" he stood up to look at you face to face, raging anger filling his eyes.

oh...

"Oh well I'm so sorry I actually care about your well being which you clearly don't!" you said, eyes beginning to sting.

"Fucking hell y/n, STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE! I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING USEFUL WITH MY LIFE AND INSTEAD OF BEING SUPPORTIVE YOU START GIVING ME THIS BULLSHIT! GET OUT!!"

Well heck. He's never shouted at you or called you such awful things. Stupid? Did he really think that? Is that what he has felt about you all along. Has he always seen you as useless?

You're thoughts were suffocating you and it was all becoming too much. You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs and ran out of his office, slamming the door closed on your way out.

You could barely see ahead of yourself, tears obstructing your vision. Your lung ached from the sobs and cries you were trying (and failing) to hold in.

You rushing into you and Kai's room, closing the door and crashing onto the mattress. You stuffed a pillow onto your face and let your cries free. Your entire body shook from all the pain. And this would continue for another 30 minutes.

~

After you had calmed down, you went numb, your pain slowly turning into anger. Fine, If Chisaki wanted silence so bad, then that is exactly what he would get. With your revenge planned, you slept, prepared for war.

~

You woke up to the feeling of Chisaki's gloved hand wrapped around your waist, his body pressed against your back and his head tucked perfectly into the crook of your neck. The absence of his mask caused his breath to gently fan across your neck.

While all of this usually caused your heart to warm, but today it just annoyed you.

You slowly wiggled out of his grip and began preparing for the day. You made your way out of the closet (it's a walk in closet ofc) and stopped walking when your eyes landed on Kai. He was sitting up on the bed. He had already put on his casual mask.

He turned to look at you and his eyes creased slightly, meaning he was smiling at you.

"Morning angel" he said softly in his rough morning voice.

But you just scoffed and walked out.

Kai quirked his brow in confusion, staring at the door.

"Guess she didn't hear me" he said with a shrug, pushing himself off the bed and to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to get washed up.

~

You were in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and enjoying a plate of waffles and scrolling through your phone when Chisaki mad his way into the kitchen.

He lowered his plague mask to place a quick peck on your cheek, lifting it back up almost immediately.

"Moring" he mumbled

... no response.

This caused him to turn and face you, confusion evident on his features.

"Hellooo?"

Slience

"Angel? What's going on?

And to that all he received was a glare followed by you walking out of the room and leaving him his thoughts. His thought that began reminding him of you tow's dreadful encounter the previous day.

Kai's heart sank as he recalled your encounter. all the hateful word vomit he spewed to you yesterday, all in the name of peace.

The more he thought about it the more pain he felt. his chest constricted, his breathing speeding up. Never in his entire life had he felt like such a revolting peace of shit.

And then it hit him.

You...hate him.

I mean why wouldn't you? after all the pain he caused you you have every right to. But if you hate him, then that means... your going to leave him.

Panic encompassed his entire being as he rushed through the Hassaikai's base. He needs to find. He needs to stop you. He needs to apologise, needs to make you stay, because if you didn't he doesn't know if his heart could take it.

After wandering for a few minutes and found you in the garden, walking along the stone path as you admired the greenery.

Without and once of thought, Chisaki ran to you as fast as he could, engulfing you in his arms.

You were shocked to say the least, and were about to knock him off you before you noticed that he was shaking.

"Kai?" you whispered softly, draping your hands around his waist.

"I'm sorry" he croaked into your neck. " I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry for Being rude to you and for...for calling you stupid" His voice cracked. He pulled back and you saw tears balancing on his water line.

"Please don't leave me"

His words shocked you, leave him?

"Why would I do that?"

"Because i deserve it for being a worthless shitty human being who made you cry and doesn't even deserve to live" he whimpered

"Hey, don't talk like that" you said in a hushed tone, feeling the tears slowly trickle down your face

"I know that you said some pretty rude and harsh things and even if we aren't okay now, if we communicate properly we can work our way though this"

"So...you f-forgive me?"

"No, not yet, but eventually i will"

"And you're n-not... not l-leaving?"

You pulled him into a hug and whispered against his ear,'

"Never"

~

A/N: Heyy~~~ Tis me🤭

© gojos-fr-bae

[love-fictional-ppl]

My Hero Academia

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= exactly what it says

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[blurbs]

#Being married to pro-hero!Deku(16+)

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

*first blowjob

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[oneshots]

*#Chandelier

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

#Pro-hero!Denki

#Scene!Denki

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

[theshinazugawaslut]

DECEMBER SPECIALS —

/ december is always a festive and important month to many people, and i look forward to it every year! this month will have lots of fluffy drabbles and comfort fics, alongside the teased yandere sanemi fic ;) but here's the plan laid out:

Home | Dabi x Reader | Fluff, Angst, Comfort ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which touya is the disowned son of the prestigious todoroki family. he lives in a small house with too many jobs and long hours, but seeing your face and holding his baby makes it better than that god-awful mansion he grew up in] ❞

I Wanna Be Yours | Levi Ackerman x Reader | Angst w/ Comfort ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which levi had to leave his wife years ago when they came for him all those years ago in the underground. it's been years and he wonders if you hate him as he raises his hand to knock on the door.] ❞

Espresso | Eren Jaeger x Reader | Fluff ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which eren falls in love with the seemingly bimbo barista at his local cafe who he ended up chatting to one midnight whilst studying for his big upcoming philosophy exam and realises you're much more thoughtful and deeper than you look.] ❞

Apocalypse | Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader | Fluff ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which life seems much easier when sanemi is kissing you underneath the stars and holding you so tight that you might just explode] ❞

A Little Death | Kai Chisaki x Reader | Angst w/ Comfort ╰┈➤ ❝ [Depression hits you hard. Kai hits it back even harder.] ❞ / these are among many other drabbles and long one-shots that will be given to you! / another series that will be hitting the december specials is a toxic, virgin boyfriends series very heavily requested by a certain anon, it will include:

Choso Kamo

Katsuki Bakugo

Sukuna Ryomen

Todoroki Touya/Dabi

Todoroki Shoto

Kai Chisaki/Overhaul

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Sanemi Shinazugawa

More...

/ alongside a demon slayer vampire au w. sanemi as our prince / and, lastly, presenting:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀: 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

this is an intense story following the sociopathic, obsessive, and mentally disturbed sanemi shinazugawa convicted of destroying your life.

[isabeauwolf]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love! 💕💕💕💕❤️

Thanks @tzimiscequeen-blog for the shout out. The majority of my fics have NSFW/angst/ canon x reader and my MHA OC x canon character content! I always try to balance fluff and spice in my fanfics no matter what universe I'm working on.

The chapter titles are marked as such as a heads up. I also include some dark and spicy content in some, so before reading, please read the Warnings and AO3 tags carefully.

I'm still getting the hang of writing reader x canon, so bear with the typo's and such, please and thank you!

1. Dabi x Mary x Overhaul (The Crow AU) 🐦‍⬛ - Dark Angel Prologue (18+)

October 30th, The Night before their wedding, Touya and his fiancée Mary met a tragic accident.

A year later, a crow raises Touya from his grave. Touya becomes Dabi, The Dark Angel of vengeance. His soul couldn't rest until he set the wrongs done to him and his love right. For One Night.

Kai Chisaki, Overhaul. Japan's most feared and powerful Yazkua, The Shie Hassaikai. He has money, status and now needs his queen. Hades needs his Persephone. He'd do anything and everything in his power to keep her. His goddess, his love. Mary.

Mary gave up her Title as heiress to her grandfathers yakuza clan, and her alias as Silver, The Assassin. To be with her beloved Touya. All shadows can't stay locked up forever. After rejecting her arranged marriage to Overhaul when he calls... this get messy.

Dabi falls further into madness and revenge in her name. Overhaul's obsession and possessiveness towards his angel is limitless.

(Based off The Crow 1994 movie, with changes) Dark MHA Edition. Overhaul x Mary(My MHA OC) x Dabi AU

2. Trafalgar Law x Pregnant reader: Chapter 1 - Coffee and Confessions (My first Law fanfic in forever! I'm still trying to get used to writing for our snow leopard after a long time)

You give Trafalgar Law his morning coffee every day, or during a late night shift. Both of you are secretly crushing on each other hard.

Instead of telling Dr Heart Stealer you feelings, you decided to have a one night stand with someone else. Only to turn out pregnant 6 weeks later!

What's more you ask Law to become your doctor! Juggling being a single, pregnant woman while desperately in love with Dr Grumpy Law, motherhood, your job and everything in between!

Can Law win your heart before your baby daddy finds out?

3. Incubus Dabi x Plus Size reader Part 1 - Tainted Love and Burning Desire (18+)

Night after night, you've been plagued with dreams of a demon with white hair, horns, wings, forked tail and the most sinfully, soul shattering blue eyes. Maybe being single for the last two years was getting to your head? With only your smutty book boyfriends and toy to get off.

His blue eyes reminds you of your moody, brooding savior Dabi from rude, douchbag customers. Your crush. The black haired model with piercings.

Dabi's got a secret. He's obsessed with you. The cute Barista with a sweet smile, sass and the most gorgeous curves he's ever seen. A plus size goddess. He loves your body, extra pounds, thick thighs and all. You make him feral, needy and crave you. When you ask him for a date, he says yes.

When you two touch, you see your dream demon, soft white hair, black horns, wings and his intense azure blues as he's growling, moaning and feasting between your legs. You start putting it together that Dabi might be your dream demon.

A simple date with Dabi becomes sinful, heated, passionate and carnal as this Incubus shows you heavenly pleasures and love burning hotter and brighter than his blue hellflames.

4. Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul: In Chains (18+)

Overhaul, Kai Chisaki has been captured after his guilds disbanded.

Instead of losing his arms, he's being sold into slavery in The Underground black market. This proud, arrogant and powerful man now bound in leather and chains, muzzled, half naked, seething and left quirkless with a quirk restraining collar around his neck.

The news spread like wild fire.

As your kingdoms Queen, you want him. You want Kai Chisaki. Your one winged raven. He's your obsession, you want to ruin him, your twisted love would make you go to war for this man.

He expected to be thrown into servitude as some lowly servant or chore boy, but the young ex-yakuza was both intrigued and confused as to why he was being dragged towards the Queen's Castle? His heart thudded hard in his chest. It... it couldn't have been you, could it? Who had saved him? He told himself not to get too excited. What would you want with him? A criminal. Well, Ex-Criminal.

He had nothing to offer you. No lands, no money, no gifts, only himself. The one woman he wanted but could never have. You.

5. Ex Dabi x reader x Hawks - My World (18+)

Dabi thought you were his whole world, until Hawks stole you away. The fire user can't let go. Will you?

Hawks was supposed to get close to you to get close to Dabi, his key into The League. Our Winged Hero falls for you, hard and fast.

Going back to being a Civilian after quieting being a Villain, The Leagues Information Broker isn't easy.

Hawks. Your shining sun, your red winged Icarus. Pulling your towards the light and soaring to new heights despite your fears. Dabi. Your deadly handsome devil, surrounded by azure blue hellfire, dead bodies and a curl on his lips.

It's a dangerous game.

Dabi would burn the world down for you. Hawks wants to keep you in his nest, his mate.

Feel free to reach out to me here if you have any questions about my fics! I've got many ideas and drafts/fanfics saved up for future chapters! Some more than others.

Thank you for your patience and understanding, my lovelies! Anyone newly following me or have been my moot for a while knows, I never, ever shut up about Overhaul, Dabi, and Law mostly! Or any of my other fictional anime husbands!

No pressure tags: @fairymama624 @doumadono @turtletaubwrites @pandora-writes-one-piece @inorganicone2230

[animereaderinsertwriter]

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

a/n: i am doing my best. it aint much, but it is my best. please enjoy this centuries-late update (:

Stain was right. Izuku would and did beat men to death with his bare hands. Some days, he even enjoyed it.

It was all a matter of getting there.

There was a red stain on the planks of the deck. It lay perfectly within the borders of a painted circle near the helm. Izuku paced, unchained, around the perimeter of that circle. This was what he did with the precious few moments of pseudo-freedom he was afforded each week; he paced the circle— his bleeding ground— and he remembered. 

I swear to you, I will come back. 

At first, Izuku had resisted indulging Chisaki Kai’s desire for bloodsport. The chain and the oar, he’d borne with dignity; he was no stranger to work or harsh treatment, and though his muscles ached and the whip stung, it was bearable enough if he did not think overmuch. Like a good slave, he did all that was asked of him without complaint, even eating the gruel they passed off as food without so much as a murmur— but when he was asked to endure the animal indignity of being forced to fight an innocent human being for sport, something within him rose, righteous, rebellious. The demand had been wormwood in his mouth, and his first time in the ring, Izuku had let the other man beat him bloody, preferring to let his opponent take their rage out on his flesh rather than give their spectators the satisfaction of retaliation.

There was some pride in that, his resistance. Even when one of the guardsmen stepped forward, whip in hand, pride shielded him, bearing in part the pain he felt strike after strike— but soon even that was stripped from him when he heard Ochako scream out above the jeering crowd. 

“Izuku!” she’d screamed, as if the words had been ripped from her by force. “Fight back! Fight him, or they’ll kill you!”

Izuku thought of home, then. 

He thought of (Y/N), wondered if she was worried for him.

He thought of death, eternal rest beyond this world of whips and chains. 

He thought of breaking his promise.

I swear to you, I will come back.

Izuku— battered and bloody, but not beaten— had grabbed the whip as it lashed out to strike him, allowing it to wrap around his hand before closing his fist over it. For better or for worse, that was the moment that he decided his fate. He would come back to her, no matter the cost. 

That night, he'd killed the guardsman who'd beaten him, then, unstoppable, had crushed his opponent beneath his boot heel. There had been no contest. That night, dark and bloody, had marked the first of many such nights— and tonight would be no different. Even his body seemed to know it as it trembled in anticipation. Though it was seldom indeed that Izuku remembered his fights, his body never, ever forgot. It kept the score in the aching kiss of bruised knuckles, in the taste of blood on a busted lip, in the throbbing headache from an overhead blow that never seemed to go away. 

It was only a matter of getting there. 

The evening’s entertainment was light work for Izuku. On the latest run ashore, the captain had procured some fodder for the bloodsport— tribal natives who spoke no language in common with anyone aboard, and whose bodies, however lean and strong, were no match for Izuku’s cursed, wretched speed and power. In an effort to create an actual challenge for him, they'd set two of the poor wretches on him at once. After a few minutes of toying with them, Izuku had slammed their heads together so hard at the temples that they'd all but cracked like eggs. 

The victory wine rolled down his chin, the taste of it like vinegar and rot. 

“Come,” he distantly heard Chisaki say. Without looking, he knew that the captain spoke to Todoroki Shoto. Without so much as turning his head, he could feel the horrible, hair-raising weight of the captain's hand on Todoroki’s shoulder. It was always so after the fighting. Today, Izuku could not bring himself to bear witness once more, not even for the sake of his friend. Not when he knew what he would see, and what would come later.

Selfish, a little voice cried inside his head. Selfish, selfish. 

That voice cracked harder than any whip, and Izuku looked to the endless stretch of ocean, bleeding, wondering. 

Wondering if the waves were easier. 

Something— someone— pinched the tender skin of his inner arm. He turned to find Ochako, small and sad, but no less pretty than she'd always been, staring up at him with big, dark, reflective eyes. 

“You look tired,” she said, though he did not feel it. “Come below with me.”

Ochako held out her arm, and Izuku let himself be led. A look passed between Ochako and Bakugou along the way, and his childhood friend passed his mop and bucket to a put-upon Iida— something that he'd never have gotten away with any other night of the week, but there it was— and in three long strides, was at his other side. 

“Idiot,” Bakugou grumbled under his breath, alongside a thousand curses, but he linked his arm through Izuku's as though he were helping him stumble drunkenly down the stairs. Kacchan always was at his meanest when he was worried about something. 

Belowdecks, in the slave quarters, the three of them waited in utter darkness. What they were waiting for, Izuku couldn't have said. It was a long time that they stayed awake, touching one another lightly as if to remind each other that they were alive. Eventually, though, those touches became fewer and fewer until Ochako’s snores and Bakugou’s soft exhalations were the only sound. Izuku envied them. He wished he could sleep.

Sometime during the night, after even Iida had been brought belowdecks and was sound asleep, the oaken door creaked and a sliver of lamplight sliced through the darkness. In that brief light— just a flicker before the door was shut against it�� Izuku could see Todoroki’s face. It was bruised on one side— his good side— and tears had made shining tracks down his face. That horrible image burned behind Izuku’s eyes long after the door had been shut and Todoroki had shuffled blindly over to him, knocking his knee against Izuku's foot in a fumbling crawl. 

Out of the damp, heavy silence, Todoroki spoke. 

“I want you to kill me.”

His voice was raw and broken, likely from screaming. He was close, now, Izuku knew— not just from the proximity of his voice, but also from the smell of copulation. 

“I can’t do it again,” he continued. “He threatened— he said—”

His voice broke. A hand fumbled blindly for Izuku, grabbed him, and squeezed him so tightly that he feared his bones would break beneath that grip. 

“If you are any friend of mine— if you have any mercy— you will kill me. I know you can. I've seen you do it. Please, Izuku.”

“Shoto…” 

A queasy feeling roiled within Izuku. The boat rocked hard to the left, and he thought he might be sick. 

“If you knew what he does to me,” Todoroki choked out, “You would kill me. There is yet enough kindness in you for it.”

A cold hand yanked Izuku's arm until his hand was resting on Todoroki's throat. Those frigid fingers pressed against his own, contracting his grip. 

“Please.”

Izuku shook his head— then promptly felt foolish, because of course Todoroki could not see that he had, not in the utter dark. 

“I can't.”

Todoroki's hand trembled against his own.

“You must, Izuku. I am not above begging.”

“No, Shoto.”

Todoroki took a shuddering breath, and Izuku realized with shock that his friend had begun to cry. 

“Please.” His voice was high and tremulous, like the weakened warble of a child. “I can’t bear it. I can’t. I can’t bear it another night. He hurts me, Izuku. I can't bear it.”

A pang of sorrow wracked Izuku. How many times had he thought those selfsame words? How many times had he looked at those waves, so dark and perilous, and thought of casting his lot with them rather than the wicked men who held his life and squeezed the pulp from it? 

But Todoroki was leaving nothing to chance. He did not want to fight the waves, or risk recapture. He wanted to be sure of the deed. What right had Izuku to refuse him?

And yet there was a force unseen, unknown, that stopped him— a mere hint of a quiet whisper rumbled in the depths of his soul. 

Not yet.

“We must live.” He squeezed Todoroki’s hand with the words. “We must. We must live, and we must escape.”

“Escape?” Todoroki hissed the word as though it were a curse. “Have you gone mad?”

The words were out of him before he realized it. Had he even thought of escape before this moment? No, he hadn’t, and yet there it was— the obvious solution. He and his friends were few, yes, but the number of galley slaves aboard the ship far outnumbered the crew. Chisaki Kai and his men were only human. They were bound to slip sometime. 

“Perhaps,” Izuku admitted to the darkness. “Perhaps.”

Madness or no, though, a million plans flashed through his mind— some plausible, but most impossible, impossible. Still, they persisted, even in his dreams, and they did not leave— he would not let them leave— until the day he tasted freedom, or death one.

It was all just a matter of getting there.

***

At times, it seemed as though (Y/N) could see the whole of the realm from her chamber window. 

She had never been so high up in her life, before she moved to the castle. From where she sat, pulling needle and thread through thick linen fabric, she could see miles and miles of rolling hills and their verdant valleys, stretching out like ocean waves beneath her high tower. Tall, untouched grass lay in a thick coat over the land, and like so many rebellious coat-tails flapping in the breeze, the blades of grass waved cheerfully to and fro as if in greeting. 

As beautiful as the scene before her might have been, it was not this image which (Y/N) sought to capture with white linen and colorful thread. Instead of brilliant green, the color of her thread was coal-black, and the shape of her stitches were not gentle, sloping hills, but that of a young man's profile. It was not a perfect rendition of the image she held in her mind, and indeed she would say that it was not even a very good one— but there was some comfort in tracing the curve of the familiar young man's graceful, upturned nose, his rounded, ever-shaven jaw. Tiny french knots littered the space of his cheek next to slightly-curved lashes, and all that was left for her to finish was the difficult twists and turns of his wild mane of curly hair. 

Tears stained the fabric, making it damp and heavy in her once-calloused hands. 

He was a year and a half gone, and yet the wound of his absence felt as raw as ever it had. Izuku Midoriya, her first and only love, haunted her in the daytime and loved her still in the darkest hours of the night; there were times she could swear she could hear him sighing next to her, or feel his lips, chapped and chaste, against her cheek. She loved, loved, loved him— but he was dead, doubtless at the bottom of the ocean, his flesh turned to food for fish and his bones indistinguishable from the countless others who had died aboard the same ship. 

He was dead, and it was her fault. 

Now, she supposed the gods were punishing her. Trapped in this gilded cage, she felt like a nightingale brought to a temple as a sacrifice, waiting for the bitter bite of a knife against her throat.

Her curse? 

(Y/N) was to be the next princess— the next queen— of all of Florin.

It had all happened so fast (Y/N) even wondered if she was present for the whole affair. Prince Humperdinck had begun a tour of the countryside shortly after Izuku’s death, purportedly holding feasts and dances with all the country folk. How the crown could afford that while at war with Gildur, (Y/N) didn’t know and didn’t care to ask, even when the prince’s party visited the neighboring village. Numbly, she’d let her friends lace her tightly into her finest dress on the night Prince Humperdinck hosted a ball; with all the presence of a woman still sleeping, she’d sat at the table closest the prince, eyes on her lap. What right had she to dance and make merry when her lover was dead? What right had any of them to celebrate? 

Then, the next day, Humperdinck had approached her father with an offer, and that was that. From that moment on, (Y/N) had been stuffed into the most beautiful clothes she’d ever seen and paraded through town after town, all through the country until they reached Humperdinck’s castle. The people loved her, and there were as many whispers of her beauty as her low birth— a rarity, in Florin. She was living the life any girl of her standing would kill to have… and yet, it was a life that she would be willing to die to escape

Often, she thought of how better it would have been if Izuku had only been a lesser man. If he had only heeded her pleas for him and married her despite her father, or if he had made love to her when she asked, perhaps she could have saved herself from this fate. Maybe if she'd told the prince of her sullied virginity, or perhaps had even been carrying a farm boy's bastard, she would have been less appealing to him— but as it was, the memory of that night and Izuku's rejection of her advances was firmly fixed in her mind, reminding her always of his honor and virtue and kindness to her.

I want to do this the right way, he'd told her, squeezing her hand. I love you, (Y/N), and I won't do wrong by you just because you want it. True love, our love, cannot be stopped by time, by distance, or even by death. Have patience, darling. All things will happen in their time. 

And so he'd set off in search of gold and glory, with only a sword at his hip and a cap on his head. (Y/N) should have known that she would never see him again, but she had hoped… she had hoped. 

How cruel it was that he was taken and she yet remained. Often, (Y/N) thought of how much better it would have been to meet Izuku's fate and not her own— to have died rather than been the one who was left behind. In death, at least Izuku was at rest. He could feel no pain, no regret. He could not remember those last days they had together, or mourn that they were now gone. 

It felt like all she ever did was remember. It was as if she had left herself in the past, her present self merely a shell. 

There was a soft knock at her door.

"My lady?"

Upon hearing the small, timid voice of her chambermaid at her door, (Y/N) quickly pressed her embroidery against her torso, concealing its design. She turned to find Liliana— for that was the chambermaid's name— poking her head in with a hesitant smile, and she returned one of her own, or as close as she could manage with such sorrows resting heavily on her heart. 

"What is it, Lily-dear?" she asked, welcoming the maid in with a beckoning hand. 

"His Majesty wishes to see you now," said Liliana, blushing girlishly, as though the master of the castle didn't make the exact same call at least thrice daily. "He's waiting in his chambers."

(Y/N) had learned long ago how to keep the disgusted scowl off of her face, concealing her true feelings, but there were times when doing so was more challenging than others. 

"Tell my dear prince that I am busy at present," she said, standing from her seat at the window. "Tell him— tell him I was just about to go riding, if he would like to join me."

Riding, (Y/N) had found, was an excellent compromise between her desire and that of her fiance. Prince Humperdinck loved to ride, loved the chase, and loved her; (Y/N) loved to ride, loved to be free to roam the grassy hills, and loved to escape him. She was the best rider within a hundred miles, the Hump (as she unaffectionately thought of him) included; she loved nothing more than to challenge the prince to a race he would not win, not on any steed or on any day. Admittedly, she took a sick sort of pleasure in defeating the Hump in just this one thing, as though her triumph over him could win back some measure of her dignity, her agency, her happiness.

Alas, such a thing could never be— not with what he'd taken from her. 

"But my lady!" Liliana protested, "You aren't dressed for such!"

"Then dress me."

The command came swiftly and easily, as if from the mouth of a born princess. Sometimes, (Y/N) shocked herself with how much like true royalty she had become, how far removed she was from the woman Izuku Midoriya had fallen in love with. Sometimes, she wondered if he could still love the woman she had become.

“Of course, my lady,” Liliana curtsied, oblivious to (Y/N)’s inner conflict, and (Y/N) fought back a sigh as Liliana walked forward, cheerful and ready to follow her lady’s every command.

As strong, working hands brushed close to her body, divesting her of first her corset, then her dress, (Y/N) wondered just how far away she was from the sea. She wondered, while her legs were freed from her stockings, if she could ride away and away, urging her horse onwards until she reached the cold, rocky shores that had borne her love away from her. Most of all, though, she wondered if perchance she rode her horse into the waves how far she must go until rider and steed both drowned, the story finally ending with one last gasp full of stinging salt-water— so very like that of her tears.

Though, I must not die, (Y/N) thought idly to herself, stepping into little leather riding boots. I must live. He would not want me to die, after all— he would want me to live, and be happy.

To live and be happy— what laborious pursuits! And yet (Y/N) could do no less to honor her lover’s memory. 

And so it was with a smile that she thanked Liliana for dressing her and dismissed the maid to deliver her message. 

Moments later, (Y/N) would walk to the stables where she would meet the man that she would marry with that same smile, seeming to the world to be the perfect princess, a fine match in looks and in heart to Prince Humperdinck. She would meet him, greet him, and let him kiss the soft leather covering her hand, and he would never know the depth of the sorrow that she carried with her from day to day, week to week, month to month like a condemned man might be forced to carry his noose to the hanging tree. He would never know how much she hated him, despised him for who he was and what he had done to her; he would never know how she longed to be free, to live her life in misery of her own choosing rather than of his.

He would never know, never even ask— and she would never tell.

[candybowbeansies]

Rule the World

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, Angst to Fluff, ofc ya'll are married but due to who he is ya'll never had a ceremony but still filled the papers in, reader has a panic attack then a mental meltdown, and this starts around the raid, so spoilers ahoy! After much debate, I decided to go w Armless!Overhaul BECAUSE HE NEEDS COMFORT FROM LOSING HIS ARMS LIKE THAT DAMNIT 😭 Kai is a prison inmate, reader has to jump through hoops to gain approval for a conjugal visit in Tartarus(it's freaking Tartarus so I'm taking creative liberty, there's nothing realistic about the process in here you've been warned), but ya'll are stubborn so you keep at it until ya'll finally do 🥺 its ftb like the other fics, and conjugal doesn't necessarily mean purely sexual! let ya'll's imagination go wild 🥺👉👈

~Masterlist~

be his~ be his~

Snacks plated and radio jamming softly in the background, you pad over to your living room, talking to your friend over the phone. “Oooh, boy, are you seeing the news? There’s a story about some big raid on a villain's compound coming on.” they ask as you plop down on your couch, snacks set on the coffee table before you. “Really, now?” you hum taking the remote to turn on the tv, pushing in numbers for the news channel. “Let’s see what’s going on, then.” you speak to your friend. When you look back to the screen after settling in, you see a very familiar place in an aerial view.

‘We're here live at Hassaikai Compound, in the aftermath of a Police raid, search, and rescue. The Police had cooperated with the Hero Sir Nighteye's agency and other heroes brought into the job through the Hero Commission.’ 

There was a massive hole out front. Your hold on the phone grows lax, you’re heart dropping to your stomach. You knew he had his secrets, that was expected of a yakuza. Even so, you loved him. A year ago, you and him agreed that you were both too busy to have a ceremony, but still filled in to become officially married.

‘The villain Chisaki, Kai, known as Overhaul, and his dangerous goons have been subdued successfully, but at what price?’

You stare on in disbelief, on the edge of your seat.

‘Sir Nighteye has been gravely injured--impaled, I'm hearing by sources-and some students from the infamous 1-A have sustained injuries as well! They've packed these villains up and sent them off for protocol. Hopefully the likes of them end up in Tartarus! We'll be right back after--what?! I'm hearing the security escort on XX Ramp were attacked! We'll have helicopters on scene after the break!’

'I was wondering have you ever been, have you ever been anything other than, other than true, have you? Never been good but I've never been better'

Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as his and your song begins to play. You were looking forward to telling him the news the next time you would meet with him.

They fall when you see the attack happen on the vehicle he was put in from the news helicopter's view, high above.

You see the fire, you see the threatening figures looming over him.

'I was wondering have you ever been anything anything other than you, is that true? We're not gonna be here forever'

A pitiful sound escapes the back of your throat as you lift your hands, digging your fingers into your scalp, as your whole world comes all but crashing down. You open your mouth, a silent wail escaping you.

You were pregnant.

'I don't want to stay here on my own I don't want to let that body go'

Your sobs fill the room as you curl up against the couch, effectively muting the radio playing the other room. The phone and the person on the other side of the line are completely forgotten, the tv droning on and on as you break down.

The following months, you found yourself fighting for your visitation rights.

Even Tartarus allowed visitations, but there was a host of meticulous procedures that had to be done. Things had to be signed, imaging had to be done.

During your stay in the provided accommodation, you'd be treated like an inmate. Everything that happened in Tartarus, stays in Tartarus.

If that's what had to be done to see the man you loved, you were more than willing.

When the suits approved you for a conjugal visit, you were somewhere along in your second trimester. You were elated at the news.

So happy, that the majority of your processing went by in a blur. You were escorted by armed officers, shackles around your wrists and ankles, wearing a special pair of goggles that blocked out your vision.

Your toes curled as you're wheeled through what you assumed were checkpoints; loudspeakers beeping and heavy metallic doors clattering open, one after the other, until you feel a stop.

You knew better than to say anything, impatiently counting down the seconds until you could finally be with him.

Him; your hubby.

Once more, you hear metal clatter off to your side instead of in front of you.

Your man. Just a little bit longer...

You feel yourself being swiveled to the side, as they wheel you inside and stop. They prattle off about everything you already know, and you nod along.

The father of the life inside you. How would he react?

Your heart thuds against your ribcage anxiously as your shackles and goggles are removed and they exit the room. You stare at the armored door in front of you as you hear the one behind you close.

After a few moments, you hear the whirring, which prompts you to stand up and pad as close to the door as you dared. Slowly, it creaked open-and the figure beyond the threshold washes away the last of your patience. "Kai!" you gasp as you run straight towards him, inadvertently plowing into him, overwhelmed by the reunion to tears. He grunts at the contact, giving a soft huff as you keep calling his name, clinging to him.

His name; you'd call out to him, until your last breath.

His armless embrace is awkward at best, yet it does wonders to soothe you. "Kai." you call out once more, soaking up his warmth like a sponge as he deeply inhales your familiar scent.

"Angel." you hear his wavering voice and you look up to him, his sharp amber eyes wet, a small smile playing his lips. You caress his cheeks, thumbing away the tears on his lashes as they flutter closed.

"How's baby, my love?" he asks, and you giggle. Nothing gets past him, you swore. You feel them shift inside you, a soft gasp escaping you. But you can't help but smile wider. "Happy to finally hear Daddy." you say, relishing in his chuckle. You kiss his unkempt stubble, and he places a kiss on your temple.

'I love you's are gently exchanged, along with soft words that bring pleasantly fuzzy warmth and content; this was just the beginning.

You had every intention of enjoying every moment you could with him.

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Hey !

Now, I know this account had other names and did other things in the past but this time I'll use it to write headcanons, oneshots, series,... about characters and self insert (so reader's) and character ×/+ character

So please send ask but be mindful of the rules that are under the cut :)

ABSOLUTE NO'S :

Anything with poop

Pee if it's sexual (but it can be a little reader having a accident for example)

Pedophilia (the best I'll do is 16 and 18 but if one of the characters is older then they have to at least be 18)

Extreme NSFW (if it's in your ask I'll explain)

Poly releshionship with more than 4 people

Anything with actual rape (cnc might be okay)

Racism coming from the reader or the characters (But can be a headcanons if you got harassed by someone for exemple)

Death (like suicide or someone graphically killing another [for the last of us and resident evil "zombies" dying ate okay]

Sexual Assault (once again if it's too graphic)

SUBJECT YOU CAN ASK :

Any hardcore kink (if you're not sure you can message me and we'll talk about it)

worms, maggots, ...

Fluff, angst, nsfw, ...

LGTBQIIA+

Self insert or a ship

Headcanons, oneshots, ...

Self harm (not too graphic)

Eating disorders (again not too graphic)

Mental illnesses

Hybrid characters (like puppy!Chris, bunny!Izuku, ...)

Pretty much anything actually as long as it's no from the list above

FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS :

UNDERTALE : Sans, Papyrus, Asgore, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne, Mettaton, Grillby, Muffet, Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Astel (I don't remember for wich au or wich au but it's a new Dreemurr basically), Gaster => and their Au's such as

-Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, story shift, horrortale, echotale, gastergang, dreamtale, Ink, Error, Fresh, aftertale, reaper, ... all of the basics

....

RESIDENT EVIL : Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Ethan Winters, Rose winters, Zoé Baker, Lucas Baker, Karl Heisenberg, Dona Beneviento ,... No big Au's but might change from which game they're in and I can "change what happens"

...

THE LAST OF US (1 AND 2) : Ellie Williams, Joel Miller, Dina Woodward, Jesse, Tommy Miller, Abby Anderson, Many/Mani, Owen, ... the games, not the series, tho

...

SALLY FACE : Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Lisa Johnson, Ashley Campbell, ...

Same as above, no Au's, but changes in the game are okay

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MY HERO ACADEMIA : Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Kaminari Denki, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou,Tokoyami Fumikage, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hadou, Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Toshinori Yagi, Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, Tenko Shimura, Touya Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara, Shuichi Iguchi, Kai Chisaki, Hari Kurono, Kendo Rappa, Shin Nemoto, Toya Setsuno, ...

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CALL OF DUTY : John "Bravo 6" Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John(ny) "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garick, Alex Keller, Nikolai Badanov, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ, Konig, Phillips Graves, Kim Horangi, ...

That's all for now :) Don't be shy and ask

Hope you have a good day/night and be safe everyone <3