#left it open so you can pick dear! Hope this is okay c:

[iiryoku]

⸺ @oneireth liked ( x ) for a small starter.

❝ Oh⸺ crap ! ❞

it was all that left before Kaveh felt himself fall backwards, off the small ladder that he had been standing on. Like the books, that he had held within his arms, he would have hit the ground ⸺ hard ⸺ if it hadn't suddenly been for someone being there, who he accidentally collided with.

[watercolor-hearts]

Prompt: A little thing in which Charles is noticing that Carlos is a bit down (maybe because he was sick today/yesterday and didn't seem like himself) so he did everything in his power to either make him smile or laugh? Or maybe just took care of him after FP2? Showing up at his hotel room to get him to eat something nutritious like a chicken soup he got *especially* for him, with blankets and the idea to spend the night alongside him in case he gets another fever and doesn't wake up feeling shitty *and* alone? 💕 That would be incredibly soft and cute 🥺

Hi dear, I'm really sorry for the incredibly long wait. For some reason I wanted to include the appendicitis in the story but it didn't work so I rewrote it, following the second idea you sent to me. I hope you like it. Also, thank you for sending me these prompts. 😊❤

Carlos/Charles • 1058 words • hurt/comfort • cuddling & snuggling • hugs • spoon feeding • Ao3 link

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It was already dark outside when Charles arrived back at the hotel after the second free practice with a bag of delicious takeover food in his hand. He wanted to check on Carlos and bring him some food because he couldn’t really eat anything in the last 24 hours. 

Charles hoped Carlos would feel better now because he didn’t look well at the track, his skin was all red and his mood wasn’t good either. All Charles wanted to do was tuck him in the bed, cover him with the softest blanket, and let him sleep, hoping it would make his fever and stomach bug go away. Fortunately, Carlos had left earlier to go back to the hotel and rest so Charles didn’t have to worry about him that much. He knew Pierluigi was there with him and he was safe.

But he still wanted to check on him to make sure he was okay. After putting down his stuff in his room and picking up his blanket, he went to Carlos’ room.

After knocking, he went in and put the bag with the soup on the little table next to the wall and walked closer to Carlos who was lying in the bed completely still. Maybe he’s sleeping, Charles thought as he put his blanket on the other side of the bed in case Carlos was cold and needed another one.

Charles turned on the lamp on the bedside table and crouched down next to the bed, slowly pulling the blanket off Carlos’ face. “Carlos,” he whispered, hoping he wouldn’t scare him.

“Mhm?” Carlos mumbled, slowly opening his eyes, trying to get used to the light.

“How are you feeling?” Charles asked, gently putting his hand on Charlos’ forehead to check his temperature. His skin wasn’t as warm as it was back at the track, which Charles noted as a sign of him getting better. “I’ve brought you some chicken soup. Sadly it’s not from Maman but they say it’s still good. You should try and eat some.”

Carlos sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m too tired.”

“I can feed you with the spoon,” Charles offered without hesitation, “you just have to sit up. I’m sure you’re hungry. You haven’t eaten anything today, mon amour,” Charles ran his fingers through Carlos’ hair to brush it off his forehead, “You have to eat to have energy. Your body needs nutrition.”

“If I eat, will you stay for the night?” Carlos asked, looking at Charles with his big brown eyes nobody could say no to. “I know we said no sleeping together on race weekends but-”

“I will,” Charles answered immediately, not letting Carlos finish the sentence. “You were sick today and you’re still not completely fine. I’d never leave you alone for the night when you’re not okay. No matter what we agreed on earlier. I’ll stay here, I promise.”

A soft smile appeared on Carlos’ face as he reached out to cup Charles’ face. “Te amo mucho. Bring the soup, cariño.”

Charles kissed Carlos’ palm and then got up to switch from the bedside lamp to the big light on the ceiling and get the soup. In the meantime Carlos sat up, leaning against the headboard, closing his eyes for a moment because he felt a bit dizzy. Charles set up the bed tray table and placed the bowl of soup on it. 

“Are you okay?” Charles asked, his hand resting on Carlos’ hand, observing his boyfriend’s change of facial expressions closely. 

“Yeah, just a bit dizzy. But I think it’s because I haven’t eaten anything.”

“Okay,” Charles nodded, trying not to overthink, “Would you like me to help?” he asked while putting the spoon into the soup to stir it. Carlos hesitated. Charles could see him debating whether to accept the help or try and eat it alone like a grown-up man.

“I think-”

“It’s okay to accept help, mon amour. It’s just you and I here.”

Carlos nodded, “Then… I’d like you to help. I feel too tired to lift my hand.”

“Okay,” Charles smiled and lifted the bowl off the tray to bring it closer to Carlos’ mouth and feed him more easily without having to worry about spilling the soup on the bed. “Here comes the first airplane,” Charles joked playfully, making Carlos smile before he opened his mouth. “What do you think, is it delicious?”

“Tastes good,” Carlos said, waiting for the second spoonful of soup. “I like it.”

“I’m glad. Here’s some more…”

• • •

After eating the soup, showering, and washing their teeth, it was now time to go to bed. While Carlos was still in the bathroom, Charles made sure the bed would be comfortable for him, arranging the pillows and the covers in the perfect position. Right when he finished it, Carlos appeared in the room with a soft smile on his face.

“It won’t look this good once we’re in it,” he said, taking a few slow steps towards Charles to give him a ‘thank you’ kiss. 

“I wanted to make sure it’s comfortable for you.”

“It is if you’re here.”

“Come here,” Charles sat on the edge of the bed, asking Carlos to sit on his lap, and once he did it, he hugged him and kissed his neck, feeling Carlos’ elevated pulse thumping on his lips. “You’re still a bit warm,” he murmured, resting his head on Carlos’ shoulder for a moment, breathing in his calming scent. 

Carlos leaned on Charles’ shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. He was tired from having to stand in the shower. “I still don’t feel completely well but I’m getting there. I’ll be okay for tomorrow.”

“I think we should lie down and sleep,” Charles said, receiving a tired “yeah” from Carlos as a response.

A few moments later they were lying in the bed, almost complete darkness surrounding them while they were trying to find the most comfortable position. In the end, they settled with spooning, Carlos being the little spoon and Charles being the big one with his chest pressed to Carlos’ back, one of his hands draped over him, Carlos holding it to his chest. He felt safe in Charles’ arms, the slow and steady breathing of his boyfriend on his back helped him to drift off and sleep through the night without any problems.

[lemonmaid]

I don't want to be like Him.

MC/Y/N= Yuu. Yuu is 14 and Vil is his original age (18). THIS PLATONIC! Y'ALL ARE SIBLINGS!

Warnings: just angst and Yuu having a panic attacks and anxiety. Also everyone is kinda a dick.

Part one

"Dad do I really have to go?", Yuu looked nervous, shaking almost.

"Hm? What was that? You're breaking up".

Yuu sigh, it has been almost a year since they last saw their dad, nearly two since they last saw their older brother Vil. Their dad has been traveling around the world to "find their muse".

"Dad are we sure I have to go to THIS school? I think there is plenty of schools at home". Yuu looked out the window, a tall building that looked almost like an airport but instead was for mirrors, leading around the world.

"Nonsense! You and Vil deserve the best schools, Your grades also prove so! Plus since you didn't want to go RSA, so this is the only option left".

"But couldn't I have gone to NBC?".

Yuu's door opened, "Master Yuu? It is time to go".

"No. Besides wouldn't you want to be closer to where your brother is?".

Yuu heard yelling on the other side of the phone, "Listen, Yuu. You'll be fine, if school is that bad we'll discuss the next step during winter break. I love you, dear".

Yuu sighed, "Love you too dad".

Yuu hung up the phone, stepping outside, there were a lot of people heading towards the building. Some people are saying goodbye to loved ones.

"Master Yuu, here is your ticket with the mirror information. Your bags should already be in your chosen dorm".

"Thank you, Willaim, please take care".

"Oh I will, I think I will miss your helpfulness at the manor. It will be quiet again".

The two said their goodbyes, and Yuu walked into the building.

☆

Yuu looked down at the ticket, Gate D4. Luckily Yuu was parked at the entrance of gate C. Yuu walked around, then finally arrived at gate D4. There was a line in the mirror, probably students returning to NRC. Vil was perhaps in the school awaiting the entrance ceremony.

"Hello! new students and returning students of Night Raven College! We ask all new students to wear these robes before entering the mirror. If you are a returning student please come forward, please follow your dorm dress code before entering the mirror".

Yuu didn't think about the dorms, Yuu looked back at the ticket, no mention of what dorm they were in, nor did the robe gave a hint. Whatever their dorm is, they want it far away from Vil as possible.

The only people that were left in the mirror hall were all the freshmen, as Yuu rushed to pull the robe over their clothing.

"Okay freshman! Due to policy, your destination will be different from the returning students. We asked that everyone go into the mirror one at a time so the mirror accidentally put two people in one coffin".

'What. The. Fuck. Did she just say coffin? Nope. I knew this was a bad idea.' Yuu's thoughts were being swarmed with anxiety, their thoughts being louder than the yelling behind them.

Yuu stopped in front of the mirror, 'Yuu, you can do this. It is just a small space for a few minutes. You can -"

"HEY SOMEONE STOP THAT CAT!".

"Huh?" As Yuu turned around, they were pushed into the mirror with something holding their chest.

Then everything went dark.

Yuu's eyes shot open, and a great burst of blue flames surrounded them. "Okay! NOW HUMAN! Give me your robes!"

"A...talking cat?". The said cat jumped on top of their chest and started pulling on the robe, "Listen to me! Give me the damn robe!".

Yuu took a deep breath, "Now I hate animal abuse, but I am sorry". Yuu picked up the cat by the scruff and tossed it away from them. Yuu made a dash towards the nearest exit.

"HEY WAIT FOR ME!".

The cat jumped onto Yuu's leg, tripping them both down the stairs.

"Now what do we have here?". Yuu looked up and saw a 'plague doctor?'.

"Ah. Um, I an explain this..."

"I hope so, late for orientation and bring an untrained familiar? I do say this isn't a good start to the school year".

Yuu stood up and dusted themselves off, pulling the cat by the scruff, "This isn't mine".

"HEY! LET ME GO!",. The cat squirmed and tried to claw Yuu's hands.

"Is that so? Then what are you? Who owns you?". The man looked closer at the cat.

"I HAVE NO MASTER I AM THE GREAT GRIM!".

"Ah. I see" The man took 'Grim' out of Yuu's hand and covered the cat's mouth.

"Oh, um sir? I think I am lost?". Yuu felt like dying on the spot, this isn't looking good, luckily no one else was around to witness their embarrassment.

'So much as staying invisible this year'.

"Oh, I do know. When I realized there was a student missing from their seat. We wouldn't want to lose such an important student, right young Schoenhiet?". The older man smiled down at them, ignoring the feral cat that was swinging from his hand.

Yuu sighed, "No sir".

"Great! Now let us get back into the Hall of Mirrors! We do have an audience waiting. Now what to do with you?". He looked down at Grim.

As they walked to the Hall, the man introduced himself as Headmage 'Crowley', he wouldn't stop talking about how great it was to have another donation (from appernlty from their father) given to the school.

When they finally arrived, the three was greeted by a huge door. There were soft noises behind the door, 'this is it, you are going to see him after no contact for two years. It's fine he probably doesn't remember what you even look like. It's going to be fine'

Yuu felt like they couldn't breathe, they were late, and that means all eyes will be on them. Yuu moved the hood to cover their face more, hopefully, everyone will be busy to notice them slip in.

But headmage Crowley decided to slam the doors open, "I have found the missing student!".

'It's not fine'.

Yuu cringed, they felt eyes everywhere. "Now! Let us get your dorm assigned! The sooner the better!". Crowley pushed Yuu towards the mirror, the mirror with a dark green mask.

Yuu made a small and quick glance towards Vil, hoping their brother doesn't see them. Praying to whatever immortal deity saves them, and that they'll be assigned to any other dorm than his.

"State your name" The Dark mirror demanded.

'Well shit'.

"um.. Yuu Scoenhiet".

"Speak up!".

"Yuu Schoenhiet".

Yuu heard quiet murmurs behind them, Yuu looked around and their eyes met with Vil, who was staring them down.

Vil looked more mature, their flawless skin glowing in the dark room, the last time Yuu saw him, Yuu could barely remember what he lookrd like before. A shorter man, with a ugly haircut came up behind Vil and whispered something into his ear. Vil scuffed and walked away with the man following him.

"Yuu.... Your soul is...unclear".

Gasping filled the room, "There is nothing. No sound. Colorless. Shapeless. Nothing".

'Wow, there goes what is left of my self-esteem'.

"There is no dorm for this one".

'This is embarrassing someone please kill me now'.

The mirror disappeared, and the sound of people talking got louder.

"Young Yuu? Do you not possess magic?" Crowley asked nervously.

Yuu couldn't breathe, they felt their world crash around them.

The sound of heels clicking toward them echoed, "No. No They do not possess any form of magic".

A hand fell onto Yuu's shoulder, "What's wrong dear Yuu? You are shaking as a leaf" Vil smiled.

A short redhead made a small comment, "Then can you explain why they are even in this school?"

Vil rolled his eyes and smiled, "Everyone I would like you guys to meet my younger sibling. Yuu".

There was a lot of shouting between students, "If you two are siblings why don't you look alike?".

"Oh that is simple, Roi du Poison's father adopted Yuu as a baby, charity case". The same man as early came to Vil's side and smiled at Yuu.

"Headmage, Yuu is my responsibility. And I planned to take care of them until I graduate". Vil's hand started squeezing Yuu's shoulder.

"I am afraid not, all dorms are filled. I believe the only dorm that is available is Ramshackle". Crowley shoked his head. "We also have to deal with this...thing that Yuu brought".

Vil looked at the cat that was basically foaming at the mouth, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Yuu, were did you get this weasel?".

Yuu looked down at the floor, "Um, it's not mine".

"I AM NOT A WEASEL, I AM THE GREAT MAGE NAMED GRIM".

Vil sighed, "Yuu, you had to bring a feral rat? What would father's think if he finds out his child brought an animal to school, breaking the rules and it hasn't been a full day. Are you trying to embarrass the Schoenhiet name?"

"No of course not! I was pushed in the mirror with Grim". Yuu felt powerless, well obviously since they were the only magicless student.

"If I may step in here", everyone's eyes were on the small man? "Maybe this was a blessing? A magicless student with a magic talking cat? Headmage if I was you, I would just let them be one student. The cat and the human as one". His pink eyes staring Yuu down, but atleast he was smiling.

"NO NO! I WORK ALONE! I DON'T NEED A HENCHMAN"

'Why Me'.

Authors note:.

Here is awaited part two for everyone! I do apologize if this seems rushed but I felt the need to get the ideas written before I forget them! Thank you guys so much!

[crowley-fe11]

Rolechat (possibly) lost rp?

Your common tags are ineffable wives and ineffable husbands

Crowley: [Ineffable wives. Eldritch horror. CW: domestic abuse. Another Omegle-inspired prompt based on a concept I adore: Crowley has been dating a woman named Luci for a number of years. Things started out alright, but gradually got worse and worse over the years. Luci has been manipulative, possessive, and critical of her. But oddly enough, suddenly and entirely out of the blue, she's completely changed. Considerate, sweet and caring. Almost like she's someone else. Someone who is madly in love with her. Crowley knows something is off, but hasn't been able to figure out just what it is yet] Are you sure you've been feeling alright? C

Your starter has been read

A roleplayer: Of course, dear, I feel wonderful. Are you feeling ill? A

Crowley: No, I feel fine. You've just been different lately. C Not in a bad way, but just different. C

A roleplayer: Do you not like it? A

Crowley: You've been so lovely, how could I not like that? C Just... If something's put you in a better mood, I'm glad. C

A roleplayer: You put me in a wonderful mood. A

Crowley: That hasn't always been the case. C I've always tried, but is there something different this time? C

A roleplayer: No, no, of course not! A I'm very sorry if I've distressed you with the change. A I had a shift of heart, I believe it's called. A

Crowley: Alright. Then if there's anything I can do to keep you this happy, then I'll do it. C

A roleplayer: You don't need to do anything, how absurd! A I adore you as you are. A

Crowley: I'll bring you pastries, or wine, or flowers. C I like this new outlook. It's like a new you. C

A roleplayer: No, no, I'm the same as I ever was. Your partner. Don't be concerned. A

Crowley: Really? I feel like you're even better. C Though if you start feeling stressed out, you don't have to hold it in. I wanna help if that happens again. C

A roleplayer: I won't ever treat you like that. A

Crowley: Well, there are different ways we can address it. C Talking about it is a good one, or we could find some sort of outlet for that stress to go instead. C But I really do appreciate that. C

A roleplayer: You never deserved any of that. I'll make sure it never happens again. A You deserve to be treasured. A

Crowley: So do you, darling. C Is there anything I can bring home for you? C

A roleplayer: [....] A pastry from the shop on the corner would be lovely. A And we could open that wine you like. A

Crowley: You got it. Any specific requests? C Oh, you're wonderful. C

A roleplayer: They should have two religieuses left. A

Crowley: Did you call them? C

Crowley: How did you know? C

A roleplayer: [...] I don't. Why would I know something like that? A

A roleplayer: Just a guess. A

Crowley: Well, lucky guess! Just got both of them, and I'll be headed back in a moment. C

A roleplayer: Lovely. A

Crowley: See you soon, angel. C

A roleplayer: And you, my dear. A

Crowley: (Paragraphs okay?)

A roleplayer: (sure!)

Crowley: All of this seemed far too good to be true. Luci suddenly treating with not just respect, but adoration? It felt like a dream, almost as if Luci were someone else entirely, and Crowley hoped that might be the case. Was that a bad thing, to wish your longtime girlfriend who always belittled her and took out her stress on her be switched with someone different? Perhaps it was, but in any case, she wanted to do anything she could to keep her girlfriend in a positive mood. Crowley had not only gotten her the pastries she'd asked for, but figured flowers may not be a bad idea either. She meticulously picked out the best bouquet and headed back to their flat, drawing in a deep breath as she let herself in. "I'm home!" She called out, heart in her throat as she hoped that her partner was still in that chipper, bright mood as she was before.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale was still getting used to moving in this body. She'd nearly knocked the wineglasses onto the floor before pouring out the alcohol for them both, and that slip-up with the pastries.... she really needed to be more careful, if she didn't want Crowley to catch on. But that Luci woman had just been so awful to her, Aziraphale couldn't stand it. She had never felt this way about a human, about anyone or anything. But Crowley was lovely, so beautiful, so kind, so smart, so funny. She could sense Crowley's presence several blocks away, felt her drifting in and out of the pastry shop, long before she heard the lock turn. She straightened herself up, tidying the shoulders of her dress, a delicate, soft piece with lacey edges. She'd had to go through and replace nearly all of Luci's wardrobe—most of it was just awful. "I'm in the study, dear!" she called out, in Luci's voice. "I poured us some wine."

Crowley: Crowley carefully placed the pastry box in the fridge before following the sound of Luci's voice, soon finding her in the study as she'd mentioned. "You're such an angel, thank you," she told the other sincerely. If anything, it seemed to be the best way to describe how her girlfriend had changed, almost as if there were a soft, warm glow coming off of her that drew her in closer. She smiled softly at her as she handed her the bouquet. "That dress is new. Absolutely love it on you," she mentioned as she took in the lace details. Definitely not something Luci would go for, but it certainly suited her now.

A roleplayer: "No, no, not an angel, just me," Aziraphale said, rather hastily, before motioning towards the wine glasses with one hand, slightly awkwardly. She took the bouquet, and waited a beat too long before she remembered what humans usually did. She inhaled in the direction of the flowers, even though it just smelled like pollen molecules. "Oh, my dear, these are beautiful." She smiled at Crowley, and stood to put them in a vase. The flowers were beautiful, multicoloured and very fresh. They had been plucked only half a township away, Aziraphale could tell. "Oh, thank you. I thought her—ah, my wardrobe was a bit drab." She set the vase with the flowers on the countertop and settled in on the loveseat beside Crowley.

Crowley: "Well, maybe you're my angel," Crowley replied with an adoring smile, watching as the other hesitated with the flowers in hand before she went to take care of them. Something was definitely different, but should she really complain if things were going so well for once? Perhaps she really was someone different, though there were only so many reasons she could think of for that happening. And if she ever did touch on the subject, she'd have to be delicate about it, and why ruin a lovely evening? She took a seat on the loveseat, smiling up at the other as she returned and sat down beside her. She picked up the glass closest to her and raised it toward the other. "To new attitudes, and a fresh outlook?"

A roleplayer: Aziraphale felt dizzied, having Crowley look at her like that, with sweetness and adoration in her eyes. She had been waiting, begging for this moment for so long. She raised her own glass, staring almost helplessly at the woman before her. "To new life," she said softly, not bothering to imitate Luci's falsely sweet tone this time. She touched their glasses together, then took a sip of the wine. She knew she could take better care of Crowley than Luci did, she knew she would not let herself destroy this, the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Crowley: Crowley took a long sip once they'd clinked their glasses together. That's when an idea popped into her head. It could be a terrible one, but maybe there was a way she could get the other to drop her guard a bit and at least give her an understanding of what was going on. That simply required that the wine keep flowing, and she was sure she could get that to happen. "So, how was your day?" She asked curiously before she took another sip and leaned back against the cushions.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale let out an internal sigh of relief. Crowley didn't seem to suspect anything, thankfully. Maybe she could keep this up. "Oh, fine. Very normal." Lie. She had been to Luci's job, which was something very odd, something to do with computers. Aziraphale didn't really know what she was doing, but she'd found that if she muttered at the computer enough it generally did what she needed. Her supervisor had seemed surprised that she finished all her tasks early. "How was yours?" she asked, hoping to redirect attention from herself.

Crowley: "It was fairly busy, but good," Crowley mentioned as she smiled at the other, turning to face her. She figured maybe she didn't want to talk about work so much if it brought more stress into her life, so maybe it was best to avoid that.. "Have you thought about what you might want for dinner? I can order something for delivery," she mentioned as she swirled the wine in her glass. "After all, you've been spoiling me lately, and I wanna return the favour," she added with a grin as she pulled out her mobile to scroll through some options.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale waved her hand. "Whatever you like, dear." She had been trying as much human food as she could, and found that she liked some of it very much. "I know you enjoy that place with the red food. The ah, Thai?" Hopefully that didn't sound too odd. Aziraphale had been listening to humans speak for a long time, but she sometimes found herself struggling for the right words, or getting small things wrong.

Crowley: Crowley couldn't help a chuckle before leaning in to give her girlfriend's cheek a soft peck. "Sure, that's one way to describe it. Is there anything you want? Or just your usual?" She asked as he pulled up their usual Thai place on the app. She had to admit, whatever might've changed, the blonde was infinitely more adorable with the way she tried to find the right words for things. She just hoped it didn't point to anything being majorly wrong.

A roleplayer: Well, it couldn't' have been too wrong, if Crowley was leaning in to kiss her. Aziraphale felt her cheeks go warm. What an odd feeling! She smiled at Crowley. "Yes, yes, my usual is fine," she replied. She didn't need to change her food order on top of everything else. Who knows what might drive Crowley into truly suspicious territory? Best to keep things as they were, without all the nasty bits.

Crowley: Oh, she could get used to seeing that rosy blush rise to her cheeks, and Crowley stole one more quick glance as she placed their food order and soon turned her full attention back to her girlfriend. "You know, you've been showering me with compliments, but you certainly deserve them as well, you know. So lovely, and sweet, and beautiful..."

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[kazbrekkerscrutches]

Xavier Thorpe - Believe Me

Warnings: Threatening Thing (JUSTICE FOR THING), mention of reader being hurt (no gore, no b!ood), overall just love and tension (ENJOY!)

Words: 1.4 k

SHE/HER PRONOUNS

Context/Trope: Reader sneaks into Xavier’s room to find out about Rowan, he catches her. Basically, reader is an Addams (not like Wednesday) and with modified storyline with cheesiness.  

I saw Xavier coming back from his run, hair wet, skin dewy, earbuds in his ears, his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest.

Dear, what a sight for my sore eyes.

He walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him; Thing slipped into his room before the door was closed. I heard another door slam; probably his bathroom door, which means; perfect timing for me to go find out all of his secrets.

I opened the door silently, shutting it quietly behind me.

His room looked like a normal boy’s room. Poster/paintings/drawings on his wall. An artist has to show their talent somehow. Thing looked for anything that could lead me to find out if there was anything about his dear ex-roommate, Rowan.

The one who tried to kill me two times.

[Flashback]

I got out of the infirmary, after that humiliating fencing experience, only to find out that it was raining.

Wonderful. I mean truly, this is quite uplifting.

I opened my umbrella, walked toward my room when I heard a vibration coming over me. I looked up only to find the statue of a gargoyle being tipped to fall on top of me.

This a peaceful death, I thought.

“Y/N!” I heard the familiar sound of a boy taking me by my waist and pushing me to the ground.

Everything was black after that.

[Xavier’s POV]

“Y/N!” I saw Rowan using his telekinesis to try and kill her. I took her by her waist just in time before the gargoyle hit the ground.

I had placed one of my hand under her head, hoping she didn’t break anything. I was almost on top of her, my heart beating out of my chest, tears prickling my eyes.

Please don’t let her be dead, I thought.

“Y/N?” Can you hear me?” I took her face in my hand, placing her gently in my lap.

No reaction.

I gently pressed my ear to her chest, hoping to hear something.

A heartbeat, another one. Thank God, thank whoever is out there.

I picked her up delicately and led her once again to the infirmary. The nurses told me she was okay, that she would’ve been killed if it wouldn’t have been for me.

“Please be okay, Y/N” I whispered. “I can’t lose you. You’re all I have.” I sighted, reassuring myself that she was okay. She will be okay.

She woke up minutes after my words.

“Y/N. Take it easy.” She sat up slowly from the bed, looking straight at me.

“That thing was about to fall on me, correct?” I nodded; she touched her head slightly with her hand.

God she is so beautiful. Her long Y/H/C hair that covered her face slightly, her pale yet sometimes rosy complexion. Her dark clothing, yet fits her so right. God, I am totally in love with her.

“Thank you, Xavier. For not letting me die.” She smiled at me.

No way. I’d never thought I’d see the day when Y/N Addams would smile at me.

“Anytime.” I offered a warm smile back, and we kept talking for a little while, still with my heart beating out of my chest, but in a good way this time.

[Present time, Y/N’s POV]

I looked around the place, finding an empty bed.

Rowan’s, I thought.

I looked under the mattress, not finding anything. His desk, empty. Everything was gone. Not even a single hair was on the mattress or the pillow that was left behind.

I switched my sight over to Xavier’s side.

Maybe there’s something that Rowan hid in there, I thought.

I looked on his desk where colored pencils and pens were spread out on the table.

His sketch book was the also, his initials carved on the leather cover.

X.T.

Such pretty details. I opened it, finding drawings of raven, spiders, sharply detailed drawings.

A cello appeared too. My face was the next page. All my features were correct, as if he drew this with me two inches from his face.

Another drawing of me, sleeping in the infirmary had me shocked.

Was he obsessed with me? Is he like Rowan? My thoughts were rattling through my head.

I was so in my space that when I turned around, I was face to face to the boy in question.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” He was very close to me; hair dripping wet, a hoodie on top of him and pyjama pants hanging on his hips.

I tried to get a logic and sane explanation out, but the stupidest thing came out instead.

“I came here because I thought Rowan might’ve hidden something that could’ve led to him to try to kill me.” I nervously fidgeted with my fingers behind my back, which is something I never, ever do.

“I don’t think there’s anything in my sketch book that might help you, Y/N.” I could practically smell what soap he used to clean his body, wash his hair.

“Right. I should go.” I tried to go but he trapped me by his desk with both of his arms on the desk.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N.” He tilted his head so that he was leveling with mine.

“I did tell you the truth.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

“No, I think you’re here because you have something to tell me. Something that isn’t about Rowan, or the Nightshade or of what Thing found out.” Thing crawled out to be in Xavier’s sight.

He bent down to my ear, whispering slowly in it.

“Are you here to tell me that you like me?” He pulled back, still trapping me by his arms.

I could fell my cheeks heat up, my legs felt shaky and everything about me wanted to scream yes to him. To make him kiss me, touch me with his hands, to embrace me into his scent and make me his.

“That is in your dreams, Xavier. Or shall I say in your drawings too.” His face broke out into a smirk.

“What if I said that I liked you too, Y/N.” My eyes widened up, every part of me that was filled with anxiety left my body.

“I wouldn’t believe you.” I lied.

He bent down to tilt my head up to look up at him. He came closer to me, his lashes practically brushing my cheek.

“You don’t believe me? I’ll guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

His lips met mine, a fire exploded in my heart, my brain, my everything. His lips were soft yet so passionate and kind. His damp hair tickled my cheek as I wrapped one of my hands by his neck, the other one in his hair. His other hand traveled down the valley of my back, caressing my upper back down to my waist. He pulled me closer to him, feeling the softness of his shirt yet the hardness of his body underneath.

We both pulled away to breathe and look at each other.

“Do you believe me now, princess?” I nodded repeatedly.

He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine, I lifted my head up to kiss him again and he gladly accepted. I pulled back and looked at him.

“I’m sorry I barged in your room. I should’ve just asked you.” He rubbed his hands down my back.

“Do it again. I don’t mind.” I laughed a little, he did too.

I checked the time only to notice that I had to go meet Enid in our room.

“I have to go. Enid emergency.” I still looked in his eyes. Beautiful green eyes.

“Manis for her and Thing, got it.” He kissed me once again on the lips before we both pulled away from each other.

“So, you like me right, like this isn’t to get information out of me?” He asked, half joking.

“Yes, I like you, Xavier. Though I could still get information out of you anytime I want.” I winked, leaving his room as he was smiling and I walked back to my room.

Thing followed me from behind, all excited about his manicure.

“If you tell anyone what happened, I will rip out your nails.” I snarked, he shook slightly in fear before swearing he wouldn’t say anything.

I guess I did not fall in love with a psychopath.

[angelic-brutality]

what if you gave draken a love letter

i was planning on giving a love letter to someone in this year's valentine's day but for different reasons i gave up

and i was thinking "what if i had given it to him? BUT WHAT IF 'HIM' WAS DRAKEN?" and now i'm here

yay

draken x male reader

(reader's in the manji gang but he isn't in a 'high level' like draken and etc, he's just a member in some division)

i'm brazilian, i'm almost sure there's grammatical mistakes here

you and draken were in the same school, and in the same class (even if it isn't a big thing, does he even go to school? i don't even know,,)

you were quite smart and quite handsome, but not in the way everyone would fallen for you

and you doubt if anyone would actually fall in love with you

but it wasn't a big deal

bc even if someone gave you a love letter, you would decline it (the most politely possible, obviously), 'cause your heart just belonged to one man

and oh, the most handsome man in the school

but also the most rebel

like, the guy's literally a gang vice-commander and the second strongest in it; you were also in his gang but you were just a secondary character, it would not surprise you if mikey, the commander, doesn't even know you name

so, how would this guy fall for you?

just in your dreams. but yk, everyone can dream

and you decided to give him a love letter this year, bc why not?

you knew that he would probably decline it if you gave it in person, so you decided to give it to him anonymously

soo you made it. ofc it was hard as fuck to not say anything about you to keep the anonymity when you were so excited with this idea

but you did

writed it and decorated it in the way you wanted

and signed with " from your dear secret admirer ♡ " bc it was cute

and then waited 'till the day came (thank god he appeared in the school in this day)

when all the classes ended, you hurried up to where he usually parked his motorcycle and putted the letter in the bench (did i even used the right word??). the weather wasn't windy so you hoped it stayed there, but to be sure, you leaned against a wall over there, where you could see his motorcycle

you just pretended to wait someone to pick you up while doing something in your phone

and then he came

he was " 🤔 " when he noticed the letter, and when he finished to read it he was blushing like hell

he looked around and saw you, and asked "did you saw who left it here?" and you just said "no, sorry" not knowing what to do

he looked down for a bit and then looked at you again, looking kinda anxious

"i think you left something over your table in the last class we had" and ofc you were confused, you were sure that you picked everything, but said "k, i will check it" just to be sure

and then you headed to your classroom

and finded the "something" on your table

it was a

fucking

love

letter

and the envelope was fucking signed with a heart

you quickly opened and read it

oh dear, you never felt so loved

and then you looked at the bottom of the paper and saw that the person who writed actually putted their name there

but WTF THIS IS OFC A DREAM

BC THE FUCKING LETTER WAS SINGNED WITH "with love, draken" WTF IS HAPPENING ?/&(!_@#??@(!)#¨*&%¨))*

and you quickly ran to where draken was, hoping that he would still be there

and you came on time bc he was almost leaving w his motorcycle

"WAIT" you screamed

he looked at you, already sweating (of tenseness? bc you ran a lot? u didn't knew), and waited until you began

"the thing over my table. was it you?" you said showing him the love letter and taking deep breaths to calm down

he looked at it and looked away. a small blush on his face.

"yeah, i wrote that. it's okay if you don't want to actually date me or if you just want to ignore me now" he said, now standing up in front of you, but still looking away ignoring your gaze

"it was me too. the letter you found on your motorcycle, i wrote that" then he looked at you, blushing even more "i didn't said it before because i didn't even knew you knew my name, even if we're in the same gang and class..." you rambled

"well... yes, i know your name, and to be honest i gaze quite a lot at you." draken said giggling a bit "we don't talk a lot but the way you talk to your friends or treat other people is just... i just fell in love. you being really handsome also helped it." at this point you stopped working " i confess that sometimes i just show up at school because we don't see each other too much in the gang meetings, there's always too much people" and then you also started giggling

you two talked to almost half an hour, and after this time you both were sitting on the sidewalk, talking like the two idiots in love you are

until he receive a call from mikey asking where is him

after you two stood up, he asked "so, now that we two know we love each other and etc, we're... dating now?" and this made you blush a little before answering, with a smile on your face

"yes. i guess we're dating now. promise i'll try to be the best boyfriend to you"

@rome-alone (ye he's the only one in my tag list what you gonna do about it)

forgot to say that in my country valentine's day is celebrated on june 12, i'm still late but it doesn't matter

i love draken so much but i already read everything about him (x male reader) on this app so i'm doing more myself-

comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[messers-moony]

One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?” 

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class. 

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes. 

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?” 

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.” 

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried. 

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor. 

“Professor?” 

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled. 

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much. 

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either. 

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought. 

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead. 

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son. 

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied. 

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him. 

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy. 

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words. 

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted. 

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged. 

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek. 

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact. 

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed. 

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks. 

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey. 

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door. 

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again. 

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed. 

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before. 

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone. 

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.” 

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.” 

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him. 

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.” 

“You- You promise?” 

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint. 

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed. 

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry. 

“Harry.” 

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot. 

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary. 

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident. 

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?” 

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.” 

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name. 

Draco swallowed and shook his head. 

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it. 

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were. 

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently. 

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

[macabrecake]

OKAYOKAY okay. What about one where the fem ! Reader was with Helena and Leon but was captured by Simmons men and gets infected with the c-virus, but when Simmons tries to get her to attack Leon, Helena, Sherry, and Jake, the reader cant do it. Simmons gets mad, but reader confesses 👉👈🥺

Shiiiiit Lyn out here pulling heart strings now cause the thought of distraught/sad re6 Leon is a thought I don't want 😭

Also, this one really took some time to think about and write but I don't know why. I just suddenly hit a dry spell. Meaning, forewarning, this whole thing may suck ass 🥹

In hindsight- splitting up was the worst, and most likely the last, mistake you ever made. Not like you knew that in the moment though. Otherwise you would've stopped it from happening. But there was just no way of knowing, until they blindsided you. As you're wrestled and restrained, it didn't take a genius to know who had captured you the moment you heard his sneering tone.

"Ah, Miss L/N. Perfect timing as usual my dear. I was hoping you could help tip the scales back in my favor." Simmons muses before settling his gaze on you with a hateful smirk, "You don't mind, do you?"

Of course he doesn't give you a chance to answer or decline as the obvious point of a needle goes into your arm. You put up one hell of a fight, there's no denying that.

But sometimes one's best isn't always enough.

Now, as your head felt like it was engulfed in flames and close to bursting, memories seemed more difficult to latch onto. But you didn't want to forget him. You just gotta try harder.

Leon.

Leon...

Le...

Starts with an L you think

Blonde hair

Blue eyes

Who is he...?

All your intensely bloodshot, deranged eyes can see is carnage. And four victims you can lay waste to right now. As soon as one of them asks about the president's fate, Simmons triumphantly replies. "Well, we have Leon to thank for that. Suppose it's only fitting he kill his partner while he's at it."

Just before the group could let those words sink in, however, Simmons gives the signal. Causing you to drop down from your hiding spot and destroy. Your mouth gapes open to let out a gutteral hiss, ready to pounce at the four guns aimed at you. Or rather three.

The blonde male seemed to be having trouble, as if his gun suddenly weighed far too much for him to hold it at you, the trigger impossible to pull. His breathing remained quiet but your enhanced hearing could pick up that it was heavier, like his chest was full of rocks. His eyes seemed to try and silently convey something to you, but overall he appeared as if he'd rather you just kill him.

You would've taken that chance, if the sight of him didn't spark something in your broken psyche. Like peering through a stained glass window, or a kaleidescope. Shards of memory with him prominently come forth and stick out so drastically, you were starting to get a headache. It left one thing for certain though- now the thought of harming him made your heart feel too heavy.

Simmons' voice rings out with rage when he finds you slowly backing out of your attack position to just stand there, demanding you to do as your told and rip them limb from limb. "I..." You start, shoulders slumping a little in defeat. "I can't."

It's at this point Simmons has become livid. Not that you care any, you can only let your vision become bleary with unshed tears as you smile at... Leon.

"I just remembered I love him too much."

Any other time, you would've laughed at the blonde's reaction. A look of sheer surprise on his face, but also a quiet sigh of relief and a happier smile to match. Now that really sends the madman behind you off the deep end, "This is pathetic, shoot them all! Now!" You immediately let out a pained yelp when those words reach your ears, followed by a few bullets. Luckily, they grazed you but some did land pretty hard. Even more lucky though, a pair of very strong arms come to wrap around your waist and pull you behind a protective wall of crates.

You don't need to look back to know who's holding you tight against his chest, and you're grateful for it considering you can't put any weight on your right leg at the moment. "You ok?" Leon whispers to you, his nose lightly buried in your hair to be close to your ear. And Christ above you thought for sure you'd cry. Thinking you'd never hear his voice again. "Y- Yeah." You whisper back in a shaky breath. Not daring to utter another word beyond that, knowing you'll really cave in under all the stress and emotion then.

Kinda pointless when a few tears slip anyway. All thanks to the agent squishing his cheek against yours and hugging you to him as much as he can. "Love you too, Button."

That same smile then comes back to grace his lips again when you let out a light giggle. But it seems the adorable couple moment wasn't built to last when a sudden 'ahem' grabs yours and Leon's attention. You both pause and open your eyes to view the small audience.

Jake's not amused.

Sherry's over the moon with happiness.

Helena's more or less confused, "How are you not...?"

"To be honest, I have no idea." You confess while letting go of Leon's forearms to inspect your hands. They appeared charred, or as if you stuck your hands in a large pile of soot. The dark color then breaks off into deep purple veins running down to your elbows. There also seemed to be the presence of... Scales(?) trying to peek out from under your skin. You have no idea but thanks, you hate it. "But my best guess would be that I think I managed to break the needle before they could give me a full dose." Sounds logical enough.

Whatever the case may be it'll have to wait until professionals check you over. Right now you're all still being shot at. Leon soon let's go of you and carefully guides you over to Sherry and Jake, who help keep you standing, while Sherry hands Leon a chip- explaining it to be very valuable information that could stop the C-virus.

That's useful.

"I'll put a call in to FOS, get you some protection. You just get her out of here." Leon explains, which you feel the need to interject. Splitting up is what literally got you into this mess. He manages to sway you though as he motions to what the virus inflicted on you, "If you make it through this-" Leon then nods to Simmons' men. "Then I'll make it through this. Deal?"

You know there's no convincing him otherwise, and it honestly scares you at first. You don't want to lose him. But yet, as his gaze holds yours, you honestly feel there's really no need to. Swimming in those ocean blues is an untameable storm that says it all.

Simmons is so fucked.

"Deal. Put a big hole in his head for me, will ya?" You ask, which Leon is more than happy to accept. "Yes ma'am." With that, he pulls out his second gun to dual wield. Unleasing that storm when his voice roars.

"NOW MOVE!"

[stealforreal]

Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy ���Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

[falloutjay]

Can you please do Mysterion falling in love with a Civilian reader?

I was done much faster than expected honestly!

And Im pretty happy with my outcome and I hope so are you. I love Mysterion/ Kenny and was super happy to see a request for him, so thank you for that! (ɔ◔︣‿◔︣)ɔ ❤

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Mysterion x civillian!reader

“Stretch here….Ah….And a stretch there…Ha..” A deep voice mumbled. The tall and hooded figure enjoyed the newfound relieve and his eyes wandered once more over the streets below him.

Just an hour and Toolshed would take over.

Tonight, the hero known as Mysterion was bored out of his mind. Nothing really happened. No robberies. No drunk people causing problems. Not even a little bit of arguing.

He was happy of course, that nothing happened means that they did their job well. But a five-hour shift of just looking out and being on guard if anything happens can be annoying from time to time. Kenny, his civilian name, was just done for tonight.

He had this horrible headache, that came back ever so often after an especially violent fight with his arch nemesis Professor Chaos.

His body longed for a good long sleep and he was even a little hungry.

Oh, how he would kill for that half-eaten Bagel that was in the fridge at the hero hideout.

“Focus.” Mysterion reminded himself again and took a deep breath.

“Toolshed will be here soon, then we can sleep. We do this for Karen.” Just thinking about his little sister helped him regain control of his wandering thoughts and to get a better look at the city below him, he sat down at the edge of the building he was on and let his legs dangle in the air.

The streets looked so peaceful at… Blue eyes scanned the smartwatch display… 1 in the morning already.

Lazily, but still attentively those same blue eyes wandered from left to right and right to left, taking in everything that was going on, which wasn’t much. Just some people chatting her and there since he was close to the bars and clubs of the city.

Nothing of interest until a person caught his eye. They were young and seemingly alone, walking at a quick pace and looking somewhat out of place as they didn’t look like your typical party goer.

So naturally the hero was intrigued. He carefully got up and followed the young person that walked on the streets below.

Elegantly he jumped from rooftop to rooftop to keep up with the somewhat fast person he followed.

He didn’t do this because he was some kind of creep, but his gut feeling told him this was the right thing. Something seemed fishy and his gut had never disappointed him before.

And it really never disappointed him before, but he felt like an idiot after five more minutes of following. Maybe for once his gut was wrong? It looked like they arrived at their home and tried unlocking their door.

Mysterion let out a sigh, questioning if Toolshed had maybe already arrived? Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a commotion from below.

He peeked over the edge and the person he was following was now pressed against the door they had tried to open. Some tall man held them there and looked rather angry.

“I will never doubt you again.” Mysterion mumbled as he got ready to jump down. He landed as quiet as a cat and approached the two.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. Why were you there?”

“Like I said, I just went and got my books back. Stop following me or I will call the police.”

“Don’t try to bullshit me, dipshit.”

“Leave them alone.” Mysterion now called out and stood firm just a few feet away.

“Wha-” The man mumbled, letting go of the other person. He now approached the hero and mustered him.

“What kind of clown are you?” He said and got all up in Mysterions face. The blonde could easily smell the alcohol in his breath as he asked the question.

“The only clown I see is you.” Mysterion growled, trying to look as intimidating as he could.

Which he did with ease.

The man scoffed, looking at the person he had followed one more time before leaving angrily.

Mysterion approached the still shocked person leaning on their door. “You alright?” Now Mysterions had the time to properly look at their face and he felt warm inside, despite the cold air.

“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks to you. Thank you for getting rid of him.” The blonde loved the sound of their voice. Wow, it sounded so brilliant and lovely in his ears.

“Who was that anyway?” Mysterion questioned as the person opened the door.

“My stupid jealous ex. It has been over for ages now, but he just keeps bugging me. I was picking up some book from my study buddy and he must have gone crazy.”

“Glad to hear he is an ex.” Mysterion said charmingly, a confident smile on his lips. “Yeah, me too.” The person kept standing there, not making a move to actually go inside just yet.

“May I know your name?” Mysterion asked. “It is Y/N. May I know my saviors name?” They asked, cocking their head and with a bright smile on their face.

“Mysterion.”

“You’re one of those heroes who watches over the town right? Like in the comics?” The hero laughed. His smokey voice was like a bittersweet melody in Y/N ears.

“Pretty much yeah.”

“That’s so cool honestly. That I would get a hero’s help someday… How lucky I must be. Maybe we will see each other again, Mysterion?” “I sure hope so. Good night, Y/N.”

Mysterion said, turning around to climb up a drainpipe to get back on the roofs. “Good night, Mysterion!” Y/N called out before disappearing inside.

Up on the roof, the hero could finally let go of his super serious façade and immediately he bit his lip. Normally he had no trouble keeping his civilian persona and Mysterion separate but goddamn that Y/N?

They actually had him stumble over his thoughts for a second.

“Okay, lets meet up with Toolshed and then we are fine.” He said to himself and quickly went on his way.

 A gloved hand went through golden locks and a dreamy sigh escaped pale peach lips. The owner of said things almost jumped up in surprise when a hand slammed down on his desk.

That hand belonged to a fellow superhero, named Human Kite. The most serious hero they had in their organization.

“Okay, what’s going on? You’re getting sick? Got shot? You’re not focused at all Mystery.” “Stop with that nickname or I’m gotta start calling you Human.”

“Fine…Fine.” The Human Kite said and sat on Mysterions desk. “I’m fine though, thanks for asking. I just had had an interesting encounter.” The redhaired hero raised an eyebrow.

“The high and mighty, super serious Mysterion is actually smiling and lost in thought? Must have been someone special…”

“I think…” Mysterion started and looked around, biting his lip. “I think I met my Mary-Jane or Lois Lane.” With a smug expression Mysterion looked up to the redhead.

“Damn, really? Must have been a real beauty, because I only know you as this super serious dude who everyone fears when they first see you.”

Mysterion leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Trust me, they are. Pretty h/c-colored hair, stunning e/c eyes and a body to die for.” Human Kite almost fell of the desk laughing.

“They really got ya. Better hope they like you too and are willing to be your Mary-Jane.” Kite chuckled, got up and walked away.

“Ah, come on, instead of being jealous I found someone pretty, go suck Toolshed’s dick. We all know you want it!”

Kite gave him the middle finger before leaving the facility. “You know it’s the truth.”

Mysterion shrugged, a big smile plastered across his face. Mosquito, who overheard the conversation over from his desk eyed Mysterion as he out his feet up.

“So, any plan in mind now, bsss?” He asked and looked over.

“I actually do, my Mosquito friend.”

 Y/N was on their way home. It has been an exhausting day. Right now, they just wanted to get home, lay on the couch and sleep. While searching for their keys, they felt like they were being watched.

“Come on, not today…” They mumbled, sincerely hoping their ex would not bother them today. Y/N quickly opened their mailbox, snatched the letters, and went inside, feeling relieved as soon as they got to sit on the couch.

After a few minutes, which they used to decompress, they looked through the mail.

“Bill, advertisement, trash, bill…Huh?” A blank envelope was left and curiously, Y/N opened it.

Their e/c eyes scanned over the neatly written words and immediately their inside felt all fuzzy and warm.

 ��Dear Y/N,

I am not a man of many words nor can I write good letters.

But I have to say, I can’t get you out of my mind. My colleagues are already bullying me for it, saying you’re my Lois Lane or Mary-Jane.

If you would like to see me again, come to the old building next to the Raisins tomorrow night. I’ll be there at midnight, waiting for you.

M?”

[ymirgf]

after the fight.

time skip armin arlert x fem bodied reader!!

WARNING: spoilers for aot season four ep 14

cw: nsfw, dom armin,creampie,top armin,unprotected sex,rough sex,established relationship,spanking,panty gag,degrading kink.

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it was mid day, you were waiting for your boyfriend armin, to come home. you were biting your nails, since it had been quite the time he’d be gone.

you just hoped he was safe. your thoughts were interrupted as your door swung open, startling you, as you flung your hands in the air in fear.

normally if armin did do that and scared you, he would say, “don’t worry it’s just me.” but this time he didn’t even say a word.

it took you a second to realize his scars, wounds and bloody nose but once you did, you gasped and open your mouth to speak.

he interrupts you with his own sentence. “it’s fine. just a stupid fight i’ll clean up but i have plans w you so don’t go anywhere.”

you sit there like a dear in headlights looking at him with a slow nod.

he walks into the bathroom, you could hear the sink running as he washes his face. you wonder..

who could’ve done this to him? you knew it wasn’t a good time to ask and that he’d tell you about it when he’s ready.

a few minutes later he came out the bathroom just a few little strips of bandaids but he looked alright.

he started walking towards you, staring you dead in the face. “ar-“ you begin but he doesn’t give you the time to finish.

“don’t speak.” he picked you up and led you to the bedroom, locks the door and almost tosses you on the bed.

“armin? what’s gotten into you? you’re always so gentle..” you say that, ignoring the fact your arousal was already staining your panties.

“do you ever listen y/n? i told you to shut up.” he scoffs, he comes towards you and begins to lift up your shirt, tossing it to the floor immediately.

before you could even speak, he latched his lips on to your neck, leaving purple hickies everywhere. you gasp as he makes his way down to the valley of your breasts.

he reached his left hand to unclasp your bra, setting your boobs free as the cold air hardens your nipples.

he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your breast, sucking violently and twisting the other nipple with his hand. you bit your lip,

he told you to shut up right? so you’re gonna try your best for him.

you whimper the pain from biting your lip and his mouth on your boobs were already getting to overwhelming for you.

he got off your nipple with a pop, not giving your other breast the same attention. he reached your shorts and pulled them down rather fast.

“hey, go on all fours and stick your ass out for me okay?” he ordered, you knew not to speak so you just obeyed him and did what he said.

you could feel his eyes on you like he was already devouring you with his eyes.

he let out a low chuckle as he already seen your arousal dripping out of your lace f/c panties. he pulled your panties down, you lifted your feet so he could pull them off you. he pressed a finger to your core.

“already this wet?” he said rubbing your clit harshly. “what a slut, and just for me?” you whimpered as he rubbed harsher and harsher until he let go and had your walls clenching around nothing.

he took his clothes off,leaving him in nothing then his boxers, he took his cock out as it flung to his stomach.

he rubbed his tip a bit, pumping his cock just seeing if it was ready, and without warning he slammed himself into you.

“ah!! oh my fucking god what the fuck!” you moaned as he was relentlessly pounding himself into you, not even waiting for you to get used to him stretching you out.

you guys have had sex before but he always took his time, letting you get used to it, making sure you were prepped blah blah.. he slid in so fucking easy because of how messy your cunt already was.

you moaned back to back not being able to keep them in from how rough he was fucking you. he spanked your ass making you clench around him. “do you not fucking listen y/n i said don’t speak. since you wanna keep moaning like a little bitch take this.” he stuffed your panties into your mouth.

“maybe now you’ll shut up.” he changed to an unholy place as his head reached your cervix multiple times making you cry out, getting your saliva all over the panties.

you both knew you both weren’t gonna last long at this pace. you were gonna cum first, you could feel the knot in your stomach and how your slick was gushing all over his cock.

armin groaned several times now, each one getting louder showing he’s close to his orgasm, but he was in charge here he was gonna make sure you came first.

he placed other hand on your hip now using both hands to hold you, he slid his right hand down your front and starts rubbing rapidly at your clit.

your scream was muffled by your panties. you felt the feeling that your orgasm was reaching and your legs shook vigorously.

armin sped up, and thats the final push you needed to cum all over his cock, feeling it fall down your legs as you cried out with your legs still shaking. armin was surprised you made such mess but he wasn’t going to stop yet, your clenches around his cock made him closer and closer to his orgasm.

he threw his head back, pounding into you nice and rough until you clenched once more making him fill you up with his cum.

“ah fuck.” he breathed out, pulling out watching the cum fall out of your cunt.

after it was all over he apologized over and over saying that he was angry w the fight and he just had to get it out. he checked to see if he hurt you and laughed at him making him tilt his head.

“hey what’s so funny y/n”

“it’s okay stop saying i liked seeing that side of you it felt good, you didn’t hurt me one bit.”

his eyes widened. “oh okay.. ill keep that in mind sorry again i’ll go clean you up now okay? we can take a nice bath alright?” he said back smiling with some worry hinted in his face.

you laughed at him once again as he lifted you up walking to the bathroom. “hey what’s so funny!”

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A/N: i hope that was okay i just made it in honor of the new ep b4 i never did anything like this so sorry if it’s bad!

[technowoah]

Can you do a Karl x fem!reader where Karl keeps giving her gifts(flowers, armor etc) and reader is just really oblivious? Ty

I thought I was being obvious

THANKS FOR THE REQUEST! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I made it romantic if you didn't mind.

C!Karl Jacobs x fem!reader

⚠︎ fluff, mentions of weapons, im switching between 3rd person and 1st person but its all the same person (the reader)

It simply started with a chest full of flowers at her door step. When she opened the small chest every flower that she could imagine was inside, it was like someone picked every single one of those flowers from a huge field.

She had to try and bring those flowers back into the house so she decided in a moment of bliss to pick up the flowers from the box, instead of lifting the chest all together. Her arms were engulfed with tons of flowers tickling her nose while unkown to her a note was left on the grass beside the chest that held the flowers she is currently taking inside her house.

Dear my love,

I hope you enjoyed the flowers and I hope that you will accept this as an offer as a date, for us to be together for a small amount of time so that I can confess my feelings for you, but for now I hope that you can notice my advances. I would love to go on a date with you soon!

Love, Karl ♡︎

1st person

The next day was like no other day with you going out to either mine, or help and hang out with friends close by. She had ran into Tommy earlier and walked around with him while letting him talk and yell her ears off until they both ended up separating both having other people to attend to. Tommy went with Ranboo, which was unusual, while she went to Karl who was wandering around his house.

"Karl!" You said while waving the man in the colorblock hoodie.

"Oh hey y/n! Whats up?" Karl waved as you made your way back over to Karl where he was standing in the grass.

"I just had a walk with Tommy until he went with Ranboo for some reason, but I wanted to talk to you-"

"Really?!" Karl's eyes widened until he regained his composure.

"Yeah I wanted to check up on you! Like we always do." Your voice was weary not knowing what Karl's intentions were at this moment.

He looked disappointed in some way and you didnt know why. It was sad and confusing not to know why he was feeling this way and the only thing you could do was ask.

"Karl are you okay? What's wrong you know you can talk to me about anything!" You put your hand on his shoulder in a reassuring way.

His gaze was focused on the ground until he turned his head toward the hand the was laying on his shoulder.

"Im fine! Im all good its okay." Karl sent a smile towards your way trying to keep up his spirits up.

"Alright. I'll believe you. So what do you want to do?" You asked still weary if the situation.

"There's this field of flowers we could hang out in."

The next time it was a sword sheath with an enchanted netherite sword that glowed in the darkness that she revealed it it. Her mouth dropped while she put the sharp sword back into its sheath to protect her from getting cut.

She couldn't believe who would send this to her, but the gifts kept coming and she was no where close to knowing who it would be. There was a small note attached to the end of the sheath and she had picked it up and read the note that hung on a small string.

Dear Y/N,

I had made this from the leftover netherite in storage, I enchanted it and named it Toska, I love the meaning of that word and I hope one day I can tell the meaning to you. Thank you for always putting me friat in your mine and I hope you see me doing the same.

Love, Karl ♡︎

She finally she knew who was kind enough to send these gifts to her. She had placed the sword somewhere safe, so she could use it for combat, or even just keep the sword as a memorabilia from a friend. The sad thing was that she couldn't tell Karl's romantic advancments to her.

The next time this happened Karl had sent her an enchanted bow and arrow and netherite boots. She couldn't belive he remember that her original netherite boots broke. He had sent another note that went the same as the others, sending his love without blatantly saying that he loves her. He wanted to wait till they were face to face to say it, but at this point he thinks that they will stay just friends.

He could tell because if the gestures he would see from her, there was no revelation that he loved her for a while. She somehow didn't notice his advances and that made him want to give more until she finally noticed.

1st person

"Karl! Thanks for the sword It's beautiful." You said as you saw Karl walking on the Prime Path doing who knows what.

"Oh of course! Did you see the note with it?" He asked you with hopeful eyes.

"I did! It was really sweet. What does Toska mean?"

"Oh yeah! It means a longing for a specific something, somone." Karl said.

"That's adorable!" You said while Karl waited for something else.

"That's it?" Karl asked kind of annoyed.

Your eyes frurrowed, "What do you mean?"

Karl shifted while the two of you still stood in the middle of the Prime Path, his gaze was glued to the ground.

"Karl please tell me what's going on! You've been acting like this everytime we are standing together. Please this is bothering me!" You pleaded for your friend to talk to you.

He looked up with another one of his smiles, again, he looked disappointed behind those gleaming eyes.

"I thought I was being obvious, but its okay! Lets do something, let's go see what Big Q is doing." Karl rushed through his words as he grabbed your hand leading you through the prime path, trying to get his mind off of anything, but how good the feeling of your hand felt in his.

The next couple days you woke up to multiple peices if jewelry each day with small notes.

The first day after the bow and arrow was a necklace with a blue diamond with a note.

I LOVE YOU

-KJ

The day after that was a gold bracelet that you had feel in love with and ended up wearing everyday with another note attached.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

-KJ

You hadn't seem Karl after that one day when he dragged you around the whole smp kingdom, and you were getting worried with all the gifts that he was working for. The fact that he spends time to find diamonds, enchant netherite, and find jewelry makes you worry for his sanity. Him spending this much time on you when you want it to be equal playing fields. You didn't want to feel like a queen, you just wanted to be loved.

You drew the line when in another chest there was a totem of undying.

Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WANTED TO SAY THIS TO YOUR FACE, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE ITS NOT CLICKING SOMEHOW. I REALLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY THIS. I will love you till your last breath, if you happen to use the totem of undying, well it speaks for itself.

-KJ

You had rushed over to Karl's house where he was sat on his stairs looking out into the distance and the sky. He looked ao pretty with the wind in his hair and his colorful hoodie he was wearing.

You had stomped over to him with the totem of undying glowing in your hand.

"KARL!" You had raised the totem in his face and he was taken aback because you had raised a glowing piece of gold too close to his face.

You continued your rant, "Karl I like gifts, but this is drawing the line! A totem of undying?! This is way too much. You could've told me you loved me straight up front without the gifts! I would've accepted, whatever you were going to do! I love you too and you know that! I love you as a friend and as lover, I would love to be your girlfriend." You calmed down as Karl's eyes progressively started to return to their normal size instead of widened.

Karl started to chuckle with a small smile on his face.

"I thought I was being obvious!" Karl laughed and you lightly chuckled as well.

You brought him onto his feet and brung him into a hug in which he reciprocated. You both stayed there for a while until he pulled back and gave you a small, shy peck on your lips juts testing the waters. You had done the same giving him a small peck in return, both of you widely smiling at eachother.

"Y/N will you be my girlfriend?" Karl asked.

"Yes I will, only if you take the totem back."

"Deal!"

Authors Note//

After imagine thoughts: this was shorter than I thought- also have yall noticed I love Karl's eyes. Hope you liked it! 💜

Btw I didn't proofread, i usually dont, cause I wrote this during school hours..

[danihow]

Worries and berries

Merry Brandybuck x Fem!Hobbit!Reader

Lord of the rings

Request: “ Hi there! Hope you are well! Could I please ask for prompt 99 for romantic Merry (lotr) and female hobbit reader on getting lost during a walk in the Old Forest? Thanks! ” by anonymous.

Prompt 99: “I’m still thinking I should have married you sooner.”

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Y/N gets lost in the Old Forest while collecting berries for husband, Merry can’t help but panic while looking for her.

Warning: Established relationship, Fem!Reader, fluff, just fluff.

A/N:  Hey Anon! I hope you like it and I actually didn’t exactly knew what you wanted so.. here it is! I really don’t know how to write Merry so.. feedback is well appreciated, besides, I changed it a bit so I hope you don’t mind.

2 hours, 51 minutes and 48, 49, 50, 51, 52 seconds had passed since Y/N left the home she and Merry shared, but is not like he is counting the time, definitely not.

His right foot tapped unceasingly the wooden floor of their livingroom while he patiently waited for his wife to come back with the berries and plants she went in search for to the Old Forest, worry growing deep in his belly as his brain knew she did not took that long to go and come from there, specially since she was riding her pony over there. 

What if she fell and broke something and she couldn’t move? Or if the spiders made their way and established in the Old Forest and nobody knew and she was trapped in their webs? Shoot, he was worrying himself to death. 

Should he go and search for her? No, she told him to wait. Should she tell the boys? Nah, she can think he doesn’t trusts her. But it was geting late...

Maybe she needed help picking berries? Yeah, that definitely was the case.

“Alright.” The blond-haired hobbited sentenced, taking his coat off the coat rack, grabbing their house keys and leaving their shared home to search for his wife. 

Once the door closed behind him and his hand took hold on the gate, his mind went wild again...

She told me to wait. She must be okay.

180-degree turn over the ball of his feet and back to opening the door.

But what if she’s not?

He closed the door.

But she probably is.

The door opened again.

But what if not?

And the door closed again.

“For the elves’ sake Mr. Brandybuck, just go.” The neighbor told him, a tired look on their face as all they tried to do was to take care of their hydrangeas and peonies.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, sorry Ms. Longbottom.” He said, finally running off to the forest. His mind still debating why was she taking so long to arrive back home.

After about 10 minutes of swicthing between running and tirely walking he arrived at the border between the pacific land of the Hobbits and the Old Forest, his heart thumping on his chest with worry, adrenaline and a bit of fear but mostly with what Pippin would call the power of love as all he wanted was to find his Y/N, his dear and lovely wife.

Stepping in he started wondering why he didn’t brought any tool with him, or, anything at all.

His eyes wandered around the forest, trying to spot his loved one between al the trees and tall bushes the Forest had, making  it a bit more difficult for him to find her until he finally heard her low humming to her favorite song and her h/c hair around 15 meters from him.

“Y/N” he breathed, his feet starting to move on their own towards his wife, happíness replacing all worry he felt in his body at the sight of her being safe and sound. “Hi Y/N!” He called, running towards her with his liitle legs.

“Merry? What- Merry, dear, wait!” She yelled, but it was way to late as he trespassed the bush that was at the border of a natural trench that the forest had from an old river that dried, falling around three meters over ground and more plants. The basket full of berries and other things in her hand falling to the ground as she srung over the edge of the trench, looking for Merry at the bottom. “Love, are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I think I might’ve broken something but besides that, I’m as good as ever.” He mutterst, getting up and with his palms shaking the dirt of his trousers before looking up tp find his beloved wife looking down at him. “Don’t you dare and try get out if you are hurt, wait a second.” She instructed before dissapearing from his side, to what Merry obeyed, his gaze still up in the sky as noises of ruffling appeared, in around three minutes the h/c-colored head peaked again over the edge of the trench before a hand threw a side of a blanket to him. 

“Tie yourself with that.” She instructed once again, Merry obliging and once he was done she smiled, going out of his sight again and suddemly Merry was slowly being lifted out of the trench, once his head was over the edge his eyes opened wide to see the mechanism his wife had out out, finding a reindeer that pulled from the blanket to try and escape while being tied too, his eyes wandering off to his wife who stood aside, ready to untie the blanket once her husband was out the trench, the reindeer hopping away and far away.

His knees rested on the wet soild as his wife’s smaller hands took his to pull him to his feet. “What are you doing here, love?” Her worried eyes travelked along his facial features, curiosity masked behind her pupils. “You were taking longer than usual picking out the berries so I wanted to come and take a look.” He muttered, a bit ashamed by the turn of events. “But you are alright, so I guess I could’ve waited and spare you from the effort you just made.” He said, his eyes wandering around with shame and only looking back at his beloved after she took his hand in hers, small fingers clasping around his palm.

“Don’t you worry abour it love, I’m glad you’re here with me now, I was picking up some raspberries and some herbs before finally heading home, so now you can walk home by my side.” She smiled, so widely and full of love Merry couldn’t help but to feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach with adoration and happiness. “And maybe then you can help me baje some berry pies and dinner.”

“I must’ve been a saint in my last live to deserve soeone as amazing as you, Y/N” He muttered with a dumbfonded gaze, utterly in love with his wife, how laughed at his words and jokingly hit his arm for them to start heading home. 

Wow. Merry thought, I can call this person my wife.

“I’m still thinking I should have married you sooner, my dear.”

“I’m glad just by being married to you Merry.” She replied, tugging as his arm as they wandered through the forest back to their hole, to their lovely home. But to Merry, he could be everywhere and as long as he was with her, he would be at  home.

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His Home - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Injury, Blood, Sexual harassment, implied rape, murder, NOT SPELL CHECKED

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: So could you write a husbandbakugo x wifereader where when bakugou is away on a mission or anything, there's a villain who break into his house and kidnapped her (the reader is not a hero). And please be a happy ending :) but the rest is up to you💕

It’s been 2 weeks. 2 weeks too long for Katsuki and his family. Pro Hero Dynamight had been recruited on a mission to stop a drug dealing case out in the states, leaving his beloved son and loving wife behind. Even though Y/N wasn’t a pro herself, she could still take care of herself really well, including their baby boy. After constant reassurance that they’d be fine, Katsuki was okay with leaving for a few days.

A few days. A few days, NOT WEEKS. He had been gone for too long. Of course he trusted his wife to protect herself and their son, but he didn’t want her to have to protect them. After arguing with the chief of the mission, coming to a conclusion, and stopping the entire case himself in desperation of getting home, Dynamight could finally return home to his family. At least....that’s what he thought.

Bakugou drove home quite quickly in hopes of being smothered with love and affection from his son and wife, but as he pulled in, he noticed something was...... off. The porch light wasn’t on, it was too early for the lights in the house to be off, and even the cold chilly air stilled in silence gave him all the indications of something being in distraught. He quickly exited his car and slammed the door shut, forgetting to lock the vehicle as he hurriedly jammed the house key into the lock and busted the door wide open.

“Y/N!....Y/N?!....Katsuo??!” The blonde cried out. When his eyes finally settled to the dark atmosphere, he noticed how the bright moon lighted the house to show the terror that lay in. Glass and plates smashed on the grown, shelves and book cases thrown around, the T.V fallen from above the fireplace that had soot, ash, and stray wood surrounding it. He looked over and saw the couch out of place and on it, his unconscious child covered in scratches. Katsuki quickly ran to him to check on his poor boy.

“Katsuo,” the older blonde exclaimed as he shook his double awake, “please, wake up! Katsuo!” With a final shake, the child finally began to open his eyes and adjust to what he saw. A shadow of a man shaking him.

“Ahhh! Please, please don’t hurt me! Please! I didn’t do anything!” The younger blonde cried out and hugged himself in fear. Katsuki’s heart broke seeing his son in such fear. Who the hell did this to his poor boy.

“Katsuo! No, no, no, no, no. It’s me, it’s dad.” Katsuki reassured his son as he rubbed his back to calm him down. Katsuo turned to the man with teary eyes in shock and relief.

“Dad?” The boy questioned as he got a better look. Once he confirmed it was his father, he jumped into his arms.

“Dad! It’s you!” The boy sobbed into his father’s chest. Katsuki grabbed onto the boy, hugging him tighter as if the world was going to end, as he whispered reassurance into his ear.

“It’s me buddy, it’s me. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?” Bakugou asked as he examined his son’s body. The young blonde had his gray sweats teared, his white socks covered in soot and stains of blood along with his white tee.

As the child wiped his eyes, and looked at his father, he apologized.

“I’m sorry, dad.” The boy looked down in shame. Bakugou was so confused. What could his child be apologizing for at a time like this?

“I wasn’t strong enough.”

Oh, why did his son have to be exactly like him. Katsuki had to hold him once more to tell him it was all okay.

“Katsuo, none of this is your fault.” Bakugou said while holding onto his precious child.

“...These 3 men..they came in with a briefcase and said they wanted to “get something to trade.” They broke open the door as me and mom were watching T.V and told us to go with them. Mom put up a good fight, and I tried to help. I used my quirk to blow up the case they brought with them. After that though, the knocked me out. I see mom is gone, so they must’ve taken her and left me behind. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything else.” The younger blonde said in shame once more.

“Katsuo....I’m so proud of you.” With those words, Katsuo looked up to his father in confusion.

“You’re 5 years old and you took great action to protect yourself and your mom. Not a lot of kids could do what you just did. I’m proud of you, and I’m so glad you’re okay son.” Bakugou said. His child finally showing a smile with a face identical to Katsuki’s and E/C eyes that replicated yours.

“Thanks dad.” The young boy said as his father picked him up.

“Of course. You’ll be an incredible hero in the future. The best of the best. I know it.” Bakugou said as he carried his son to the bathroom. “Let’s wash you up, change your clothes and get you to bed. You had a long night.”

“But what about mom? Shouldnt we go look for her.” Katsuo said in worry.

“Of course we will son. I will do everything in my power to bring her home to us as quickly as possible. That’s a promise, but right now, my priority is making sure everything is straight here at home. You’re mother is the strongest person I know, she will be okay, but I have to take care of you first. Okay?” Bakugou explained.

“Okay dad.”

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When Katsuo was washed up and tucked in bed, Katsuki went downstairs to clean up and fix whatever he could. When he finally saw the horrible sight, terrible thoughts came to mind of what could’ve went down. The longer he thought about it, the closer he was to tears. Y/N and Katsuo are his entire life. If one of them were gone, it would throw his entire being all out of wack. But he had faith in his powerful wife. She can withstand anything they throw at her....but he wasn’t sure how long. Bakugou began to sweep the glass and soot, throw away the broken wood, mop the floors of blood, put the couch and coffee table back into place, and moved the T.V to the side. That could be fixed in the morning. Once he was done, he took a shower and headed to his room for bed.

The Alaskan king sized bed was huge. It was giant, especially for just 2 people and the occasional child, but the love of his life was always right next to him to make the cold, empty bed feel warm and full of love and happiness. Now she’s not here. As Bakugou lays with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, he realized he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He journied out of his bed and to his son’s room. As he opened the door, he saw his child right in front of it as he seemed to have opened it as well.

“Whatcha’ doing bud?” Bakugou asked as he looked down to his mini me.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too cold..... Too scared..... Too lonely.” He son replied. Bakugou internally smiled at how his son and him were so similar. He really was a carbon copy of Bakugou Katsuki, that’s for sure.

“C’mon son,” Bakugou said as he lifted his boy up and walked towards the full sized bed. “We’re gonna need some sleep.” As the two blondes lay side by side, still staring at the ceiling, the younger one spoke up.

“.......Everything’s gonna be okay....right dad?” His son said with a break in his voice and teary eyes. “Mom will come back, and we’ll go back to being the awesome family we always are...right?” The boy said while looking at his father.

Bakugou stared at him for a bit, before pulling him into his chest and rubbing his back.

“I promise, Katsuo.”

The young child quietly sobbed into his fathers chest once more, after holding in all these tears for so long, and held a firm grip on Katsuki’s shirt. As Katsuki held onto his sad son, he too let a few silent tears shed as he hid his face atop of his son’s head.

‘I promise.’ The loving father thought to himself as he kissed the top of the boy’s head and held him a little tighter than before.

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It’s been 3 days. 3 days too long for Katsuki and his worried son. They’ve been apart from Y/N for 3 days and are worried sick. After the two woke up from that sad night, Bakugou called in the Bakusquad to help find Y/N. The squad was lucky enough to be able to find DNA evidence and find out exactly who was in the house. Through the power of the internet and high tech power, they were able to track the villains and gather intel. Where they stay, what they do, their quirks, and where their base is. They’ve taken a very knowledgeable guess and estimate to find out where Y/N was, and now it was time to come up with a plan. They’ve been working for a few days and Bakugou was starting to get frustrated.

“AGH! WE’RE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Hey man, don’t you think it’s time we go to the agency and get their help and permission on this?” His best friend asked.

“I would love to get more help, especially from the agency, but there’s too many rules with them for a case like this. We have to go off the books to find Y/N, because when we do, nobody and no rules are gonna stop me from killing the idiots who thought it was okay to touch my wife!” Bakugou screamed out.

“Well you do realize how illegal this is right? We’re heroes, we’re supposed to abide by the law, stop those who break it, and kinda enforce it too.” Mina said.

“We were Y/N’s friends and family before we were pro heroes. If you’re too scared to go on, I won’t force you to continue, but nothing is going to stop me.” Bakugou calmly said.

As the silence filled the room, everyone bowed their heads. They were all confused and scared and worried for their dear Y/N.

“......How’s Katsuo taking this?” Kaminari asked.

“For a 5 year old, really well. Since I dropped him off with Deku and Round Face, he’s had other things to do but I’m sure his mom is all he could think about....I made my son a promise and I’m going to keep it. I’m gonna get her back.” Bakugou said.

With that, another silence fell upon the room. The squad came up with multiple plans but they all had major flaws. The one with the biggest risk however, would be the most efficient one. After thinking about it and having it in the backs of their minds, Kirishima spoke.

“Bakugou, let’s go with your plan.” The entire group looked up at the faux red in shock.

“Kirishima are you crazy?!” Mina asked.

“People will die if we go through with it. People who don’t deserve death as a final punishment!” Sero added on.

“Well Y/N is gonna die if we don’t do something about it right now. We have the best option right now, and yeah, it’s not the most holy, but it’s what we got! Do we wanna save our friend or not?!” Kirishima exclaimed.

After exchanging some looks and nods of agreement, the group was in. They were so lucky they weren’t doing this by the books.

“Okay then. Cover our tracks, don’t leave behind any evidence, and nobody get caught. We keep a steady flow and waste no movements. Get in, save Y/N, get out.” Bakugou explained while standing up.

“Let’s go save my wife.”

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Here we are. The Bakusquad right infront of the warehouse they were keeping Y/N in. How did they get here? Bakugou’s plan of course. Go in to the HQ, demand answers, kill when getting no answers, kill when you got the answers. Kill, Kill, Kill. Blood now stained the hands of the Bakusquad both literally and figuratively. Whatever it takes to save her.

As Bakugou blew down the door with an explosion, multiple men came attacking the 5 heroes. Each henchman and goon getting killed in the process. When the crowd of people was left to just the pros, they looked around and saw Y/N right in the middle of the room. Her arms were being held up to suspend her and she was barely moving. Her body left in nothing but her panties and bra, her torso covered in blood and gashes, her arms littered with tears in the skin, her body covered in bruises, and her legs filled with cuts. The sight was torture to Bakugou as he attempted to run out to her.

“Y/NNN!!!” The blonde said as he sprinted towards his hurt wife, however, he was stopped.

“Come any closer and I’ll slash her pretty little throat.” Said a man as he showed up behind Y/N, coming out of the shadows and keeping Bakugou at bay.

Bakugou growled in frustration before speaking. “Let her go! Please! I’ll give you anything!” He bargained.

“Oh I know you will. That’s the whole reason why we took this gorgeous thing right here,” the man said while tilting your head to make you face him. Bakugou saw your blurred eyes stare right at the man in a dull manner. You were almost gone. “We want......well....we just want nothing to be honest. What we really want is you gone, but we’re aware we can’t kill you. None of us stand a chance against Dynamight BUT, there’s more than one way to destroy a person. When I kill your wife, your heart and soul, I’d be destroying you. Dynamight wouldn’t be able to function without his precious girl, and would be a shit hero because of it. More crime to the villains.”

Bakugou grunted at the whole thing, shaking in his boots. His dear wife, right there infront of him and he couldn’t do shit. Bakugou really got ticked on when the man spoke of what they did to Y/N.

“Don’t her scars look beautiful? She had the most melodious screams. It made the lot of my men wonder how she would sound in bed,” the smirked at he went to grab at Y/N’s breast.

“You bastard! Get your hands off my wife!” Bakugou screamed.

“That’s fine, I, along with others, have already had our fun with Y/N. Her pussy is completely stretched out now.” The man said with a smirk.

Bakugou saw red. “You fuckers RAPED MY Y/N?!???!!!!” The villain only smirked towards Bakugou before holding silence for a few seconds.

“Her cries were quite lovely,” the man said as he licked Y/N’s lips and kissed her. Everyone could see Y/N flinch and struggle to get away from the nasty attack. And they couldn’t do anything about it.

As the villain went on, Chargebolt noticed something. Rubber boots! How could he forget! After being on so many missions together, the Bakusquad all agreed the bottoms of their hero costumes should consist of rubber, so Denki could do his attack through the floor without hurting them. So with the villain distracted and back to talking, Denki shot 4 million volts into the floor, shocking the man, hearing him scream in pain. When Denki stopped the attack, the man was left there standing, still alive of course, but weak enough for Bakugou to take his anger out on him. Denki is such a good friend.

Bakugou blasted off and went straight to the man, grabbing his throat and beating him. He littered his with bruises and let the man experience all types of pain. It was a brutal murder and Bakugou ended it with grabbing the man’s neck and blasting him right then and there. It was over. It was done.

As Katsuki ran towards Y/N, he told the squad to clear the place of any proof they were there. Once he reached his wife and got her down and held her close and cried.

“K-Katsuki..” Y/N said weakly. Bakugou held her closer in his lap as he cried into her hair.

“I-...I’m here Y/N. I-it’s ok, I’m here. I got you....it’s over now.” Bakugou felt Y/N snuggle into him as she let a sigh of relief and comfort. Bakugou was too busy crying and saying his apologies. He couldn’t hear his sweet wife utter the most important phrase she had to say at the moment.

“Thank you.” She softly whimpered out.

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It took a few days for Y/N to be fixed up again. The rape was hard on Y/N, but that’s okay because Bakugou was willing to wait for her whenever she felt ready. He was just happy to have his family back together....well..almost. After having multiple appointments with recorvery girl and extra TLC at home, Y/N was ready to get her son back. The drive to Deku’s house would be excruciating. Y/N just wanted to hold her baby boy in her arms and feel his love.

“You ready?” Bakugou asked with a smile as he saw Y/N looking at herself in the mirror. She returned the smile and walked up to her husband, embracing him in a loving hug, which he gladly returned.

“Thank you....for everything, hero.” Y/N smiled with the side of her face pressed against his chest. Bakugou kissed the top of her head before speaking.

“I love you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou smiled.

“....Yeah...well not as much as I love you.” She said back with sass.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open at that comment.

“Is that a challenge shitty woman?!” Bakugou said while shaking her at her shoulders. Y/N only giggled before speaking.

“Nope, a challenge would be who gets to drive the new car to pick up Katsuo!” Y/N said while taking the keys out of Katsuki’s hand and running off.

“Wha- but-.....BUT I WANNA DRIVE IT!” He said like a child. The two tussled for the right to drive and laughed as they finally got to be together as the loving couple they are.

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As Bakugou drove, Y/N held onto his hand. They were both smiling and couldn’t wait to be a happy family again.

“I’ve missed him so much..” Y/N said aloud.

Bakugou looked at her with content before speaking.

“And he’s missed you, Teddy Bear. We both did. It didn’t feel right with you gone.” He said while picking up your hand and giving it a kiss.

“Well I’m back now.” You said while smiling.

“And everything is almost perfect, we just need to get one more thing.” Katsuki said as he pulled into Deku’s driveway.

When the green haired hero opened the door for the couple, his eyes sparkled with joy and relief.

“Y/N! You’re safe!” The young pro said while embracing you.

“Safe and ready to see my son!” You said with excitement.

“He’s upstairs in his room. I don’t think he woke up yet, oh and I’m sorry Ochako isn’t here. She would’ve loved to see you back home, safe.” Deku said with a smile as he made way for you both.

“No worries, I’ll give her a call,” you said as you dragged Bakugou’s hand up the stairs. Before you continued, you turned to look at Deku.

“Thank you for taking care of Katsuo while we were gone, Izuku. It means a lot to us.” You said with appreciation and friendly love.

Deku nodded with a smile as he gestured for you to continue your journey to your son. As you walked into the room, you saw him with messy bed hair, a little drool on his mouth, and covered in blankets. The sight of him almost brought you to tears. As Bakugou closed the door, you sat in his bed just petting his head, waiting for Bakugou to join you. With Katsuki now by your side, you shook the little boy gently until he stirred awake.

“Katsuo...I missed you, love.” You whispered.

“Wha...huh?” Katsuo said, while looking around. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw an Angel. His mother right next to him, giving him the kindest smile he’s ever seen. With tears in his eyes, he jumped on her, giving her the biggest hug.

“MOM!!!” The boy loudly sobbed as he held onto you tight. The moment was perfect. The light shining in on the room, a mother and son embracing each other, and tears of joy all around.

“Hi baby. I’m home.” You sighed as you held him tighter. “I’m so sorry if I worried you, Katsuo.”

“N-no, it’s okay. Dad p-romised me you’d be back. H-he promised he would bring you b-back and dad always keeps hi-s promises.” Katsuo said while trying to fight the little hiccups coming his way.

“He really does, doesn’t he?” You said while looking over at your husband. His eyes were filled with tears and he was smiling so much his cheeks were turning red.

“I-I love you both, so damn much.” Katsuki said with breaks in his voice. He leaned into to hold the two in his arms as he teared up along side with them. The family all together again, the love for one another stronger than ever before.

Bakugou thought they should be getting home soon, but that word seemed to mess with him. Home. It wasn’t a big mansion or the buildings that could be considered a house. His home was all right here in his arms. His home consisted of his wife and his son. His home are the two people in his life that mattered most to him. His home is right here, with them. No matter where they are, where they go, or what happens, Y/N Bakugou and Katsuo Bakugou will always be his home.

A/N: y’all I’m sorry if this sucked😭 I started this about a week ago, and took a minor break and wasn’t able to finish it. I finally did, and it’s kinda sloppy but I hope you enjoyed it none the less. I really just wanted to get it out bc the person that requested it was waiting for awhile so I felt so bad but HERE IT ISSS!! I hope you enjoy it. I’m sorry for the delay. See you soon Bear Cubs! 💗🧸

[nanagoswife]

Une Danse d'Amour Inconscient

A request by @generousrunawaydonut

Summary: You and Obi-Wan are forced to go undercover as a couple and he can no longer hide how he feels.

W/C: 3.3k

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, angst, mainly fluff

A/N: Title translation (from French): A Dance of Unconscious Love

No I didn't use French because I'm Canadian (okay maybe a little because I was forced to learn it). Either way, this was a fun request to write. I may write a different version of this, but I'm not quite sure. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy (sorry if there's some rough areas)

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If he were to say that he wasn’t nervous for the night ahead, he’d be lying. Usually, a mission like this wouldn’t be a problem. He was to go undercover and attend a Republic Senate gathering.

Going under cover wasn’t usually necessary, but there was a life at stake. Your life. Then, there was the way the two of you had to do this.

You were known as one of the most well-spoken senators in the whole of the Republic. It wasn’t a shock with how both you and the senator from Naboo got along. The two of you were a united front on every issue that was addressed.

That was what you were going to do, but you were a target tonight. Obi-Wan had been assigned to protect you during this event with one condition that bothered both of you in different ways. For you, the problem was that you had to be undercover. Sure, your fellow senators will know it’s you, but you needed to not draw attention tonight in your planet’s usual fashion. So, you went to Padmé.

For Obi-Wan, his issue was far different. He had known you for years and the two of you were close friends. There had been many assignments that included him having to protect you. Through these years, though, he grew to care for you more than just a friend. He was hopelessly in love with you.

Every moment with you, he felt like he was going to implode while on the outside he betrayed none of these feelings. He was only able to keep it to himself because there was no way you felt the same about him. At least he convinced himself you didn’t.

What made him nervous for the night was that, just for tonight, you had to act like you were a couple. There was so much about this that Obi-Wan was anxious about. This night could either make or break him, and he was really leaning towards the latter.

Now, he was outside of your door. Well, he was outside of Senator Amidala’s door. Either way, he felt like an idiot as he was dressed in an all black suit. The collar on his black dress shirt was a strange sensation as it rubbed along his neck, only being tightened by the bowtie underneath. He would’ve loosened it if Ahsoka hadn’t chastised him ten times for doing it before he left the temple.

Finally, taking a deep breath and pulling himself together, he knocked on the door. It didn’t take long until the door slid open. His breath hitched when he saw you. If his heart wasn’t racing before, it sure was now.

You were absolutely beautiful in the subtle but oh so elegant lavender Naboo dress. It flowed around you and he never thought you could look even more beautiful than you already were. This was not going to be an easy night for him.

For a moment, he caught a glance of Padmé who tried to hide her chuckle at his reaction. She knew him so well that, even though he hadn’t said anything to her, she knew how he felt about you. Padmé winked before going back to her own process of getting ready.

When your eyes met him, he saw as your eyes went wide. You never saw him in any clothing that wasn’t his robes or cloaks. This was something that shocked you, but there was something that was more appealing. You thought he looked more handsome than you already thought he was. His eyes seemed to be a more vibrant blue that you absolutely adored.

After he watched you survey his, well, disguise, you met his eyes and smiled. “Good evening, Master Kenobi.”

“G-Good evening, Senator Y/L/N.” His words almost caught in his throat when he replied. Where did his composure that he had worked on for so long go? He couldn’t help it as he looked into your stunning eyes.

“Senator Amidala is just finishing up. Would you like to come in for the meantime?”

“Of course.” When you turned around, he took the moment to take a few deep breaths before following. He could do this. Tonight was no different than any other day he’s spent with you. He was here to protect you and make sure that you can do your job without the usual attention from the crowd.

Before he could fully step through the door, Padmé piped up, “Oh there’s no need for you to wait for me. Master Skywalker will be here soon to escort me.”

That sentence would have bothered Obi-Wan had he not felt the way he did about you. How could he tell his padawan not to do something that he was failing to do himself?

Then, he pulled himself together again. He couldn’t let his feelings be known. It was against The Code. They were unrequited. The only love you had for him was one of a friend. One that was platonic. He was sure of it.

With that, he enabled himself to clear his mind from all of this before offering you his arm. You were a friend. A friend that, when you slipped your arm through his, brought a sensation that he wished could be a normality.

When the door had closed and the two of you made your way to the speeder that was waiting, you squeezed his arm and smiled as you looked up.

“You look great, Obi.”

“I could say the same about you, my dear. You should’ve been born on Naboo,” he said in a teasing tone to hide his true meaning.

“Are you ready to be my boyfriend for the night?” you asked with a sweet chuckle. Although he returned it with his own chuckle, his heart was threatening to sink. This was one of many instances that only further backed up his feeling that you thought of him as nothing more than a friend.

“We better start now,” he said before giving in and pressing a kiss to your temple, “in case people are already watching.”

The feeling of his lips on your skin lingered. All you could do was wish that he would do that again and again, making his way until his lips met your own. But that would never happen. He was a Jedi and he wasn’t allowed to have attachments. Besides, you were sure he wouldn’t love you in that way anyways.

Obi-Wan didn’t see the redness fill your cheeks as the two of you reached the speeder. He opened the door for you and helped you step in before closing the door.

The speeder ride over to your destination was filled with your usual conversation. It helped both of you to forget about your feelings for a bit. When you had landed, he once again came around and opened the door for you to step out.

Thanking him, he offered you his arm again. “Shall we begin the charade?”

With a smile that hid the feeling of sadness that flowed through you, you nodded and once again looped your arm through his. It was a comfort you never knew you needed until now.

The walk to the event room was silent as the two of you prepared yourselves. Obi-Wan was now hoping that people wouldn’t be too quick to notice you. This night was about being discreet. Anybody you would talk to tonight would know the situation. The only reason Obi-Wan was acting as your boyfriend tonight was another thing to throw people off. It was a well known fact that you weren’t romantically involved.

Once in the room, he was relieved no one took their usual notice to your arrival.

Leaning close to your ear, letting his lips just graze it, he whispered, “Are you ready?” Although this was just for show, the intimacy made you have to repress the shivers that threatened to go down your spine. Obi-Wan enjoyed the closeness, and pressed a kiss to your cheek before you nodded your affirmation.

With that, the two of you joined the crowd of people that were spread out in the room. It didn’t take long for you to start going to work. There was a new bill that was to be passed in the senate in a few days, and you were making headway. Almost everyone you talked to walked away, promising you their vote.

This only picked up once Padmé joined in not long after. It was an honour for Obi-Wan to see into your process. The majority of the time, to continue playing it up, he had an arm around your waist. He didn’t really listen to anything said, but he did memorize the determined and genuine expression on your face as you and your friend talked to one senator after another.

Eventually, Obi-Wan had to separate from you. He needed a drink, but you were still in a conversation. Anakin was nearby and he told his old master that everything would be alright while he was gone.

So, Obi-Wan was leaning against the bar. There was so much running through his mind, but he couldn’t help but love what tonight has been like. He was showing you how he really felt without you knowing it. If he were being honest, he was surprised that you didn’t question how open he was for showing the moments of affection. Tonight, he felt like the two of you really were a couple and it wasn’t frowned upon. This is what felt natural.

Bringing his glass to his lips, he smiled at the thought. He knew that you didn’t love him like he did you, but, if this was all he could get, he would take it.

“Is being away from me that relieving?” you asked from beside him, slightly startling him at the same time. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed you even approaching. Yet, he smiled as he met your eyes.

“On the contrary, my dear. I was relishing in the thought of your many victories of the night.”

He raised his eyebrows playfully and you couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound was always music to his ears. There was no sound more wonderful and comforting.

“Speaking of which, did you manage to snag another one?”

Your smile slightly faded as you looked down. “Unfortunately, no. No matter how much I tried to make him see from multiple points of views, he was too rooted in his own.”

“I’m sorry, darling.” The endearment made your smile reappear.

“Either way, we have plenty of votes and so many others have set out on helping our campaign. Padmé said it was time for a break, so she went off with Anakin and I came to find you.” The tone of your voice was supposed to be slightly teasing, but it didn’t come out like that.

Obi-Wan didn’t notice. He didn’t notice because it was something he was inexperienced with. The hints that so many others would pick up in an instant were foreign to the man you were hopelessly in love with. Out of the entire galaxy, you had to go and fall in love with the man you were sure wouldn’t love you back. Or, at least, wasn’t allowed to love you back.

Instead of meeting one another’s eyes, you both looked out at the dance floor. You both caught sight of the Naboo senator and Obi-Wan’s former padawan. The two of them seemed to be in deep conversation as they danced together. Watching the two of them, there was no doubt that they were deeply in love with the other. It was something that you constantly had to talk Obi-Wan through so that he didn’t say something wrong.

Looking out at them was actually sweet. Padmé had confessed her love for Anakin to you. She even pointed out how you and Obi-Wan had seemed close as well. That conversation led to empty bottles of wine and your friend holding you as she handed tissue after tissue.

Now, you looked out at the couple and you couldn’t help but think back to moments with Obi-Wan. Padmé tried to insist that your feelings were reciprocated, but you couldn’t think of a single moment that showed that. Now, you did.

It gave you an idea.

“Would you care to dance?”

When you looked back towards him, he looked uncertain. Clearly forgetting why they are in this situation.

“Come on, Obi. It would look bad if my boyfriend refuses to dance with me,” you said with a teasing tone to lighten the mood.

“Oh, alright.” If he were being honest, he wouldn’t have said no even if he wasn’t pretending tonight. Not only that, but he could never bring himself to say no when you called him Obi. It only shattered any restraint he had. Every. Single. Time.

Putting his drink down, he offered his hand to you. When slid your hand into his calloused one, there was a comfort that filled both of you as he led you to the dance floor. He made sure to be closer to the middle both for protection and so that, in a way, the two of you had more privacy. He didn’t want prying eyes watching as he was sure that he would soon crumble the longer he looked into your eyes.

Once he found a place that he liked, he stepped up in front of you and kept his eyes on yours, placing his free hand on your waist. When you placed your other hand on his shoulder, you stepped closer to him. The close contact was driving you both insane.

With ease, Obi-Wan led you as the two of you moved together. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you as you moved perfectly as one. Your own eyes were shining as you smiled up at him. He was smiling back, and as the moment continued, his will to keep everything in was slowly shattering. For the briefest moment, he considered leaving as he was scared that he actually would let it out. There was no way he was leaving you, though.

He pulled you closer by your waist. If he needed to, he could use the excuse of the situation, but he didn’t need to. His heart seemed to swell as it picked up speed for the hundredth time that night as he watched your eyes only soften at the action. He was sure you could probably feel how it was threatening to hammer its way out of his chest.

Truth was, you could feel it, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel yours. It gave you a strange reassurance as there was also something in his eyes that you could see that finally, after years, had given it away.

With the hand on his shoulder, you moved it to rest on his cheek. He ever so subtly leaned into your palm, making you giggle lightly at the ticklish sensation of his scruff, and his will completely shattered.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice catching in his throat.

“Yes, Obi?”

“I need to tell you something,” he started then began to ramble, “and I’m sure you probably don’t feel the same way and I want you to know it’s fine. I just need to get it off of my shoulders and I know it’s against The Code and I will understand if you want someone else-”

“Obi,” you cut him off, slightly chuckling at his ramble. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be fine.”

You began to trace small circles on his cheek with your thumb. You were sure you knew what was coming, but you still thought that maybe it wasn’t. Could this really be happening?

“I- You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. Despite my best efforts, you became more than a friend to me,” he said with a slightly shaky voice.

Your heart was swelling with pure happiness. This was exactly what you thought he never felt. It was what you thought he would forever keep quiet.

“I love you, darling. I love you so much it hurts. It hurts because I’ve always felt like you don’t feel the same.” He stopped the dance and just focused on you; focused on the feeling of your hand on his bearded cheek. “But I think I may have been mistaken.”

The smile on your face only grew as happy tears filled your eyes.

“Apparently, I was too.”

Confusion crossed his features, bringing out the adorable little crease in between his eyebrows.

“I thought that I was the one who had unrequited feelings, Obi. I thought that I was the one who was unbearably in love with you.”

Finally, a smile appeared on his face. The hand that held yours brought your hands to his lips. This time, you didn’t push the chill away, but let it make its way up your arm and down your back.

Then, he pulled you even closer while letting go of your hand. You were about to be upset about its loss until he placed his calloused hand gently on your cheek.

“I love you, Obi,” you almost whispered.

Slowly, he leaned in closer. When he spoke, his nose was gently nuzzling yours and his lips hovered over yours, “I love you too, my darling.”

And finally, the one thing you’ve dreamed of for years finally became reality. His lips met yours, soft and sweet, just like you imagined. And the one thing that he had only imagined, that you now acted on, was moving your hand into his hair.

The sensation was a relief to you both. You enjoyed the feeling of the soft strands as he loved how you lightly tugged at them. It increased the passion behind the kiss as you relished in the moment. This would probably be the last time the two of you could do this in public and have an excuse. So, you both took advantage of it while you could.

When the two of you parted, you rested against the others’ forehead. Smiles were plastered on your faces and you both believed that nothing could wipe them from your faces. Not in this moment. Not when the two of you loved each other and finally knew it.

“How much longer until you need to go back?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, a little breathily as he was still catching his breath. You knew that you should go back and get more votes, but you wanted to stay in this moment. You wanted to stay with him on the one night you were open to love him the way you wanted to.

“Soon. But, I have a plan.”

“Do you now?” he said in a playful tone, raising an eyebrow, still not separating from you.

Chuckling, you nodded against him, “Stay with me while I campaign a bit longer. Then, after, we could have the rest of the night to ourselves.”

“I like the sound of that.” With that, he kissed you again, lips lingering against yours in a quiet, peaceful moment.

“Ahem,” you heard someone clear their throat. Startled, the two of you pulled your lips away as you looked over. It was Padmé who wore a knowing smile. A quick glance and Anakin was not far with his own smirk directed mainly at his master. “We should get back to mingling.”

She winked and walked away with Anakin not far behind.

The two of you looked back at each other and couldn’t help but chuckle. There was no way you were going to live this down. But, you didn’t care. The two of you had more important things to think about. The top of that list, how the two of you would go about the rest of this night. Together.

@stardancerluv @where-fantasy-meets-reality @jaydenwoo @madmax2003 @generousrunawaydonut

[takamikeiigos]

Okay I know made an ask already like 2 days ago🙄 but what if hawks s/o had to fake their death on a mission for like a month or 2😮‍💨 and when they come back the first thing they do is look for hawks even though they’re tired, beaten and look like complete shit😩😩 I’m just such a sucker for these kind of tropes !!!

Also how’s ur day been :))

ayo i got you fam!!!

this was legit all i could think of for like 3 days so i hope it's okay!!

Title: "You Came Back to Me"

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (for now)

Relationships: Hawks x Reader

Tags: temporary character death, violence, drinking as a coping mechanism (minor on hawk's part), emesis

Word Count: 2.8k

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3

You look up at the villain who currently has you pinned to the floor, your ragged breaths leaving your mouth with every rise and fall of your chest.

His vibrant green eyes are piercing as they stare down at you, his expression wicked and merciless as he presses his foot harder against your throat as a warning.

"Here are your options, darlin'," he pulls his foot away, instead opting to sit back on his haunches. He brushes your hair from your face and rests his hand on your cheek. It makes you flinch and your breath hitch.

"You either find a way to dissappear, or I'll track down that precious little birdy of yours and take his wings for myself."

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- three weeks prior -

"Let me come with you. Please."

"Kei.." you say softly as you back the rest of your necessities in your bag, finally turning to look at him.

He's on edge, you can tell by his posture. His wings are drawn tight to his back, but his feathers are puffed out. It reminds you of how hair stands on end and goosebumps make them selves known under fear and stress.

"You know I can't.."

"This is too much for one person to handle." His arms are folded across his chest now as he leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.

"You don't think I can handle myself?" The words leave your mouth sounding offended, and he instantly deflates.

"That's not what I meant. If you didn't know what you were doing, you wouldn't be working for one of the top agencies in Japan." Keigo steps forward, now in your space, and you can see a faint trace of fear flicker across his face. "I just.. this man is very dangerous, y/n. And if anything happens.."

"Hey. It'll be okay. It'll only be a month and I'll be home before you know it. I won't let anything happen, I promise." Your hand falls against his cheek and he nuzzles into it, both of his hands coming to rest against your own.

"You promise?" he asks quietly, needing one more confirmation that you'll be home and safe in a couple weeks.

"I promise."

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"Have you made your mind up, sweetheart?" Kimura, the man who has had the utmost pleasure in beating you within an inch of your life, asks. He slams you against the brick wall of the alleyway one more time for good measure, his hand wrapped firmly around your throat.

"Please.." you gasp out, your hands coming to wrap around his wrist, trying to relieve the pressure against your larynx. "P-please promise me you won't hurt him, that you w-wont lay a hand on him.."

He chuckles darkly, tossing you aside onto the cold, dirty floor of the alleyway.

Your vision is blurring, slowly darkening at the edges, but you manage to see him move a few feet away, bending down to pick something up off the ground. You blink sluggishly and suddenly he's in your space once more, holding the object, which you soon realize is your phone, in your face.

"Go ahead, songbird. Give him one last goodbye."

You cringe at the abuse of the nickname that you hold so dear, but weakly reach out and take your phone from his hand, Hawks' number already dialed.

All you had to do was hit send and that would be it.

You close your eyes and rest your head against the brick wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You can feel tears burning as they make themselves known, clinging to your eyelashes and not yet falling to your cheeks. You blame it on the amount of pain you're in, but you know the true reason is because you're absolutely terrified.

You press send.

As it rings you notice Kimura bringing out his own phone, holding it up and aiming it in your direction.

What a sick bastard.

"Baby bird!" Keigo's voice comes cheerfully from the other line. Though it warms and calms your senses, it still makes you sad knowing that he's completely oblivious to what's about to come.

"H-Hey, Kei.." you try your best to keep your voice steady, but the damage from excessive force to your throat is unforgiving and the words leave your mouth sounding raspy and distant.

"Y/n, where are you?" Keigo's voice drops an octave and you can tell his worry has set in, which was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

"I'm okay, just uh," you pause mid-sentence, your throat tightening around the words as tears threaten to spill again, "just got knocked around a lil bit."

Your laugh comes out bitter. You hate the sound of it.

"Y/n. Tell. Me. Where. You. A-"

"Kei, listen. I need you to know how much I.." your voice betrays you and cracks, and you suddenly find that you can't fight the overwhelming fear and sadness coming over you. You weakly bring a hand up to wipe at your battered cheeks, tears continuing to fall and mix with the grime and blood that covers your skin.

You try again to steel yourself, another deep breath falling from your lips shakily, making your lungs rattle. It's becoming harder each second to keep your eyes open and your mind focused, but if you make it through this one phone call, you know you'll be able to rest easy.

"I need you t'know how much I love you. 'N that everything's g'nna be fine. That you'll be okay. And to not c-"

Suddenly a gunshot rings out and your whole world stands still for a split second, before turning completely sideways.

You register warmth blossoming over your abdomen, spreading and soaking your hero uniform. You can hear Keigo frantically yelling from where your phone slipped from your hand and landed on the concrete next to your head. And the last thing you see is Kimura holstering his gun with one hand, tapping away on his phone with the other.

"What a shitty ending for a hero, don't you think?" Kimura grins down at you.

Yeah. What a shitty ending for a hero.

○ ○ ○

The quiet trickle of water finds its way to your ears, and the feeling of something cold and damp against your forehead is a soothing contrast to how hot your body feels.

Opening your eyes feels as though it takes half of whatever strength you have left, and your vision swims. Suddenly hit with a wave a nausea, you lean over and vomit over the edge of the bed you're laying on. Luckily there's a bucket on the floor, and you assume it was placed there for a reason.

That someone placed it there.

In a panic you sit up, your wounds pulling tight and your body protesting. Your vision swims again and it takes you a few moments to ground yourself.

"Ma'am, please don't move too fast. You'll re-open your wounds and you're already in bad shape," a quiet voice projects throughout the room. You look up and notice an older man, probably in his sixties, sitting in a chair next to the bed you're currently occupying.

"Who are you? Where's Kimura?" You grit out, grabbing the edge of the blankets and tossing them off of you. The man in front of you is ready for your attempt at escape and he places steady hands on your shoulders, pushing you back onto the bed.

"Please! My name is Daichi Tanaka, I am a doctor! I found you in an alleyway near Higashiosaka. I would have taken you to a hospital but you begged me not to," the man pleads, his hands persistent on your shoulders.

You glare at him momentarily, before relaxing back onto the bed, still weary of his intentions.

"Kimura? Is that the name of the person who did this to you?" The man - Tanaka - asks hesitantly.

You ignore his question in favor for asking your own, "How long have I been out?"

Tanaka stares at at you, seeming to contemplate answering, but you figure he finally realizes you aren't taking any shit because his answer comes out with a sigh.

"A little over a week. You've been in and out, your fever finally broke this morning."

Over a week. You've been out for over a week and you don't know where you are, where Kimura went, and where Keigo-

Keigo.

It all comes crashing back to you and you lie back, your hands resting over your eyes.

Tanaka seems to have been reading your mind, because he pulls your phone from the nightstand next to you and passes it over.

"I wiped as much blood from it as I could. You have many new notifications and quite a few missed calls. I wasn't able to unlock it to call anyone, but it seems there are many people worried about you." Tanaka stands then, making his way toward the bedroom door.

"I will give you some privacy for now, but expect me to be back in twenty minutes to check up on you."

With that, Tanaka leaves, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You stare down at your phone, the screen cracked and a few specs of blood and dirt tucked into its crevices. You type your pin in and pull your notifications up, Keigo's name amongst others filling the screen.

You don't realize you're crying until a small hiccup forces its way from your mouth, your cheeks wet with tears.

You notice a voice-mail from him, and though you know it's only going to make you more upset, you force yourself to open it to make sure he's okay.

His voice floods the room and it immediately breaks your heart at how wrecked he sounds. You can tell he's been crying by how gravelly his voice sounds as the message plays out.

"You know," Keigo laughs bitterly over the phone, "I punched Ryosetsu in the face for letting you go on this mission alone. Gave 'im a real nice shiner on your behalf."

The message goes quiet and you can hear what sounds like a glass bottle being opened in the background, Keigo's quiet sniffles also making themselves known.

"Fuck, y/n. They didnt even.. they didnt even find your body. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, huh?

"They wouldn't even let me anywhere near the scene, I had to sit back at the office while they kept me informed. He said there was uh.." you assume Keigo pauses to take a swig of whatever he's drinking based off the tink of the glass bottle, "heh, he said there's a low chance you're even alive because there was so much blood. Fuck."

You grimace at how blunt he is with the statement and how distant his voice sounds. You can only hope that he hasn't been drinking as often as your thoughts are telling you.

"Please come back to me," he whimpers over the message, and a new wave of tears fall down your cheeks. "Please.. I can't do this without you."

○ ○ ○

A few days pass.

Tanaka refuses to take any of your shit.

He most definitely refuses to let you leave until you had one more solid meal in you, and one more day of rest.

You're still a little weak, bruises and abrasions littering your skin ( not to mention the nasty bullet wound Tanaka managed to sew up for you ) but you finally have enough strength to stand and walk on your own.

He pleads with you to stay one more day, just to ensure you're strong enough to be by yourself, but you shake your head and bow before him.

"Thank you, Mr. Tanaka, but I have to keep moving. It might be unsafe for you if I stay."

So instead he writes down his phone number on a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to you, patting your hand briefly.

"You're a strong one, just be sure to take care of yourself." He smiles kindly at you, and you nod before taking your leave.

○ ○ ○

Days go by as you hop around from town to town, only stopping for food and rest.

It's been a little over two weeks since you made the decision to distance yourself to ensure the safety of your friends and Keigo, and nearly two months since you were assigned the mission. While you knew faking your death was the only way to keep people from asking too many questions about why you suddenly disappeared, you weren't expecting to actually get shot and almost die.

You keep up with the recent events as best as you can, continuously watching news coverage and especially keeping tabs on Keigo's agency.

Your breath catches in your throat one day while you're moving through a rural seaside town, large red wings and a familiar hero uniform immediately catching your attention.

A flood of emotions run through you and it takes everything in you to not run up to him and hold him. But the fear of Kimura's prying eyes hold you back, and you steadily remind yourself that you're doing this to protect him.

You keep your distance and watch his every move. He's staring down at his phone for a while and after a few moments it rings. He brings it to his ear and though you can't hear what he's saying, it must be something important.

Because soon enough his wings are spread out and he's taking flight into the afternoon sky.

○ ○ ○

'Pro-Hero Hawks makes appearance in. Tanabe - finds lead on hero killer'

'Hanamatsu hero case still under investigation'

'Top Hero Agency in Japan pursuing hero killer - Kimura'

The news headlines on your phone cause your blood to run cold. How foolish of you to think Keigo would let this go so easily.

To think he wouldn't trace every piece of evidence and go to the ends of the earth to take down someone who hurt you.

○ ○ ○

You keep tabs on him as best you can. It begins to feel like you're stalking him, in a weird way, but you'll be damned if you did all of this just to put his safety on the line.

Keigo stays in Tanabe for the time being, the week passing by in a blur as you track his movements.

You figure Kimura went into hiding since his criminal activity fell flat after your encounter with him, but Keigo is as persistent as he's ever been, nitpicking every lead that comes his way.

A few days later word gets out that Kimura has been spotted in the village of Hidakagawa, just thirty minutes northwest of Tanabe.

You only hope you can get there before Keigo does.

○ ○ ○

Hidakagawa is exactly what you pictured, a perfect little town for a low-life criminal to live under the radar.

Its quiet and rural, its occupants living their lives happily tucked away from the bustling life of the city.

A few squad cars rush past you as you look at the map you have pulled up on your phone. It seems a little out of character for such a small town, so you push yourself forward and follow them.

○ ○ ○

When you finally catch up to the squad cars, the scene before you makes your hair stand on end.

Keigo has Kimura pinned to the ground, battered and bruised, his fist closed around a one of his feathers that he's currently wielding as a blade. A few dozen officers surround the scene, guns drawn and on edge.

Kimura smirks up at him and whatever he says is out of earshot, but its enough to piss Keigo off and send him into a frenzy.

"Kei, stop!" You find yourself yelling shakily. You finally manage to push through the barricade of officers and it's then that Keigo makes eye contact with you, his closed fist halted in the air.

Kimura takes the split second of distraction to knock the blade from Keigo's hand, flipping their position so the winged hero is pinned to the floor of the temple. He pulls out his gun and cocks it, pressing it to Keigo's forehead.

All the while Keigo keeps his eyes on you.

"I thought I told you to stay away, little one," Kimura grits out, wiping a trail of blood from his mouth, "Now it looks like your little hawk is about to lose his wings, all because someone can't listen."

You move on impulse when Kimura turns his attention back to Keigo, and you grab the handgun from the officer closest to you.

You waste no time in firing a bullet, hitting Kimura right in the temple. But as it strikes he squeezes the trigger of his own gun on impulse, which is still trained on Keigo, a second round going off.

- to be continued -

tbh i was super nervous to post this bc im so new to the fandom but here we go!!

also i just made up random characters bc im not quite caught up with the manga, and also picked random spots in japan that i know absolutely nothing about

rip to my writing skills lmfao

♡ ky