#request with prompts pls

[blessedbyahuntress]

My Christmas Prompt List

Requesting with these prompts is open until the end of December!

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"If you throw that snowball, you're declaring war."

"You'd make a cute elf."

"Is that supposed to be a snowman?"

"I thought you were going home for Christmas?" "Well, I couldn't leave you all alone, could I?"

"You're making a mess." "Shut up and pass me the tape." "There's more tape on that present than wrapping paper."

"I tried to teach you how to ice-skate, but you still can't go a second without clinging to me." "Don't act like you don't like it."

"Stop trying to make me walk under the mistletoe."

"You call this decorated?"

"You ate all the chocolate in your advent calendar, didn't you?" "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't."

"Try and kiss me under the mistletoe one more time and I'll punch you."

"You- you're still- staring at me. I'm just trying to make a snowman."

"Get your hand off my scarf!"

"What do you mean you don't like marshmallows in your hot chocolate?!"

"Your hands are too cold."

"I am not buying you a knife for Christmas!" "But it's pretty!" "No!"

"We know each other too well."

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[rawbin-hsr]

Aventurine x Reader

You treat Aventurine with more respect than he deserves.

Read part 2 here !

Only barely proof-read, guaranteed to have lots of grammatical errors, English is not my first language and I am experimenting with my writing style <3

CW: smut, handjob (Aventurine receiving), dehumanisation (internal, thoughts Aventurine has of himself, referring to himself as a “monster”), feelings of inadequacy, hurt/very little comfort, crying, mentions of death, at some points this seems like dubcon because Aventurine speaks of feeling “dread”, but it’s NEVER intended to be read as him not wanting to receive touch from reader, it is meant to convey how little he thinks he deserves this. The smut is soft and gentle, but Aventurine’s internal thoughts definitely are not <3

Lmk if there’s anything else I should warn about !!

18+, minors will be blocked <3

Your touch is so kind. Soft and gentle, as if he is made of the finest porcelain, as if he is a fragile flower, as if he is delicate. It is cruel, he thinks, that he has made you think he is any less than a monster. It is cruel that he hasn’t pushed you away, when he knows he will devour you. It has become part of his nature.

But how can he push you away when you are so persistent? How can he push you away when you roll with his punches, when you go along with each and every one of his pushes and pulls? It is hard to keep you out when you insistently pry your way into what’s left of his soul, when you gaze upon the rotten corpse that he is and still claim him to be beautiful. He thinks you must be blind at best and naive at worst.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper reverently, and though Aventurine knows his body is, he also knows that is not the part of him you’re referring to. Not when your hand rests on his chest, above the empty cavern where his heart is meant to be.

You kiss his neck and he shivers. There’s a pit in his stomach, knotting his insides with dread.

He should tell you to stop, should warn you that he’s deceiving you, that he’s not the person you think he is. Should show you that he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, that he is a bad omen. But he can’t bring himself to. Not when being with you feels so good, not when he’s self-indulgent to a fault, and he can’t help himself with you. He is the worst mistake you could ever make, in part because he can’t even stop from letting you continue to make it.

His hands rest on the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair. It is unfair how good your touch feels, his back arching just from mere caresses upon his skin. You play him like he’s an instrument you’ve practiced for years, despite never having fucked him before. He digs his heels into your back as your hand wraps around his dick, and he whines into your shoulder when you lovingly stroke it.

“I love you,” you murmur as he pulls on your hair, as his nails dig into your skin, and he wants to cry. He will destroy you from the inside out, he knows, or maybe he will kill you before he gets the chance to. He can never keep the things he loves alive.

Your lips kiss his skin, and he moans brokenly as your thumb glides over the head of his cock, pushing down on the tip. His hips rock up to meet your hand, and he feels ashamed of how blatantly he allows himself to enjoy you, how blatantly he allows himself to use you. You deserve so much better, but you are the best thing that he has ever managed to get his bloodstained hands on, and so he can’t help himself. He wants you to remain unaware of how much better you could do. He wants you to stubbornly remain by his side even when he makes it hard for you to do so. He wants to bare every part of his being to you so you can see how little worth he is to you. He wants you to run from him before it’s too late.

But part of him knows he already has shown you himself, that you’ve seen who he is and you still love him. You must be stupid.

“Use me,” he begs you, wishing you’d do something with him to alleviate the guilt he feels, so it would at least be mutual. His hands cling to you, and he whimpers pathetically when you lean back to look down at him. “Use me, please. Please…”

And your eyes are so kind. Your eyes are so sweet and soft and human, and everything he is not.

“Shh,” you hush him, tenderly pressing a kiss to his lips. He sobs, feeling embarrassing tears fill his eyes as you press closer to him, the touch so caring and innocent yet so lewd as your hand tugs at him. “Just let me make you feel good, okay?”

And you do. You always keep true to your words, unlike him. It’s barely a minute later that his breath hitches and he keens, nearly wailing into your neck as he comes undone under your too loving hands. It’s obscene, and he feels filthy as his semen paints your hand and splatters on his lower stomach. He has soiled your perfect skin, has dirtied your perfect body. He hopes you will let go of him and wash yourself up, then leave him here, broken on the bed in the mess he’s created. That you will leave him to pick up the pieces of himself he has left. He is undeserving of you.

And yet he only feels your love swaddle him when his body relaxes, adoring praises and sweet words tumbling from your perfect lips as your perfect hands gently stroke his body, soothing him as if he is deserving. Your perfect body presses closer to him, no doubt getting his mess on your perfect abdomen as you almost lay yourself flat on him. You pepper perfect kisses all over his face, and he realises belatedly he’s crying. For the first time in ten years. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and he doesn’t know for what reason.

But you seem like you do know. You look so understanding, wiping his tears with an achingly kind, perhaps slightly sad smile, and you don’t ask him why.

“I’ve got you now, it’s okay,” you say instead. And you do, because you always keep true to your word.

And he is selfish, because he doesn’t stop you. He lets you clean him up, lets you kiss his tears away, lets you take care of him. Lets you climb into bed with him afterwards, unaware that you have brought the monster under your bed up into your loving arms. He hasn’t felt so much love since he was nine.

And he is selfish, because even though he can already feel his claws dig into your flesh as he holds you in return, he cannot bring himself to pull away. He can only hope he won’t dig in his heels when you eventually see reason and try to leave. He can only hope you will have the time to get away before he kills you.

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My inbox is open, feel free to send in asks or requests, I'd love to ramble about things <3

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: can i pretty please request a drabble where gen has a sibling and that said sibling and hoshina are dating? even better if gen's sibling is an officer/troop leader in the first division and partakes in the rivalry between the third and first division but outside of everyone's view— gen's sibling and hoshina are terribly lovey dovey!

warnings: reader wears short shorts in a scene

wc: 1200

This was not something that started today. Rather, it had been this way for as long as anyone could remember.

From the moment you had joined the 1st Division, you had always been bickering with Hoshina— just like your brother. It was plain as day you were none other than the younger sibling of Narumi Gen. Although you lacked the power and passion for fame that Gen had, you weren't any less competitive than him.

However, unlike your brother, you were better at neutralizing smaller size Kaiju than him— naturally making you more competitive with Hoshina. While you were incredible at what you did, you seemed to fall just a step behind of Hoshina most of the time. You were insanely good, but Hoshina was just a little better. You had beaten him just once in the neutralization test of smaller sized kaiju, and you just couldn't seem to do it again.

This was well known among most of the first and third division, and they did enjoy your playful banter that arose even in the toughest of times. It wasn't always easy to keep the mood bright when things got difficult, but the two of you would never fail to do so. They hoped this would never change and your rivalry would never fade.

However, there were things that had changed that no one really knew of. The two of you had started dating a year ago, and you were madly in love. It was your little secret. Well, your little secret that Gen accidentally found out about.

Neither of you had told Gen about this and quite frankly, the two of you were planning to keep hiding this from him if it were possible. It wasn't new that he despised Hoshina quite a bit, and he was extremely weary of the people you meet, especially men. Naturally, to find out that Hoshina was your boyfriend wouldn't exactly be celebratory news for him. Not to mention that Gen was loud when he had complaints. You knew he absolutely would not shut up about it. So it really wasn't the plan when he had found out.

You were in your room lazing around in a baggy shirt, specifically Hoshina’s shirt, which covered your short-shorts while Hoshina was in your kitchen cooking something quick. Until you got a shared place, this happened rather often. It was either him in your room or yourself in his room. However, a lot of your stuff had found a place in his unit and vice versa, so it was very easy for you to visit each other whenever. A little too easy, perhaps.

“Hoshina, you don't have to make anything fancy,” you said. “Anything’s fine. You had a long day too.”

“I'm literally making us ochazuke. It couldn't be easier—” he was starting to say when the door swung open.

“Guess who's here!” Gen had yelled while walking into your place.

Immediately you looked back at Hoshina in the kitchen and gave up. “Oh gosh,” you said.

“What did I say about ringing the doorbell?!” you yelled back at him.

“And what did I say about locking the door?!” he exclaimed back.

“I thought I did—” you started to yell, but then you remembered you had forgotten to lock the door after Hoshina came in, hands full of groceries to stuff your empty fridge. You were a little too thrilled to see him. “My bad.”

You knew Hoshina was going to scold you later— he's been telling you to be more careful about locking up properly.

Gen saw the extra pair of shoes by your doorway and immediately met eyes with Hoshina in your kitchen.

“Why the hell are you here?!” he yelled.

“Oh, can you please be quiet,” you said. “He's visiting.”

“Why, hello! That would be me!” Hoshina said, greeting Gen properly now that it's come down to this.

“Why is he visiting you, in your room, alone, with you dressed like that?” Gen continued to ask. He wasn't understanding nor did it seem like he wanted to.

You let out a sigh, you didn't mean to, but there was no getting around this one. “What's wrong with having my boyfriend in my room,” you said.

“Your boyfriend? Hoshina?” Gen said, horrified. He didn't think matters could get worse, yet here he was. “Why him?”

“Oh, why not him?” you asked. “He's the best I could ever wish for.”

Hoshina didn’t expect that— especially not to your brother, just like that. His eyes widened as his heart tightened. Oh, how he absolutely adored you. You said it so naturally, as if merely stating a fact. To you, that really was all it was though.

Gen had a lot more to say and complain about while staying far too long, long enough to steal some ochazuke for dinner (which he also managed to complain about) before you were finally able to kick him out. Yet, through all of that, Hoshina couldn't be happier to be with you, bickering away as you ate a 5 minute meal at a small make-shift dining table.

As soon as Gen finally left, you spread your arms out in front of you, asking for a hug, which Hoshina promptly returned.

“He's finally gone…” you said, relieved it was finally just the two of you.

“Not sure he liked me much,” Hoshina said with a smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Like we didn't already know,” you said. “I really didn't plan for him to barge in like that.”

“I have to admit, I do enjoy watching you two bicker though. My brother and I are not nearly as close,” Hoshina said and you rolled your eyes again when he said ‘close’. You wouldn't ever explain your relationship as ‘close’. “However, you ought to make a habit of locking your door. What if that wasn't your brother and I wasn't here.”

“Yes,” you said, quietly but clearly— but avoiding eye contact. “I will.”

“Thank you for saying that earlier,” he said, turning your head to face his. “To this day I don't know what made you choose me.”

You immediately realized what he was talking about.

“Oh, please,” you said. “Be serious. I am the luckiest person alive by your side.”

He kissed you and you kissed back, but he truly wouldn't let you go. You started hitting his arm, hoping he would let go so you could catch your breath. After what felt like the longest moments ever he finally let you pull back, letting you breathe.

“Soushirou, I can't breathe!” you said, trying to sound irritated, but your tone lacked the edge you were hoping for.

He completely ignored you, however, and pulled you back into a tight embrace.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he said. “Just you and me.”

“In this small place?” you said, laughing a little.

“Absolutely wherever,” he said. “As long as you're here with me.”

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ wild west prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ “those wanted posters are plastered on the doors of every general store and livery for ten miles in any direction - did you really think you wouldn’t be recognised?”

²⁾ “how charming of all these outlaws to wait until i was sworn in as sheriff before they rolled through town.”

³⁾ “i know this town is more modern than most we’ve come across, but i think there’ll still be questions raised if we head on into the boarding house together and ask for a single room.”

⁴⁾ “i can’t say i’ve ever seen a pairing so odd as a gravedigger and a midwife before.”

⁵⁾ “psst… psst! the guys took a ride out to the creek and spotted one of the sheriff’s goons scouting out the trail we took up here yesterday. we need to get moving, now!”

⁶⁾ “shit, if i knew they’d started making bounty hunters this pretty i would’ve stopped trying so damn hard to stay clear of you.”

⁷⁾ “that rancher came by asking after my hand again today. you don’t get your act together soon, and i’m gonna start letting him believe it’s a possibility.”

⁸⁾ "there's easier ways to get my attention than to get bucked, y'know."

⁹⁾ "does your madame require you to pay this much attention to all your patrons, or have you taken a shine to me already?"

¹⁰⁾ "for a city kid, you're starting to look awful comfortable up on that saddle."

¹¹⁾ "i can't help but find it curious that in a wagon train so big, you keep finding your way back to my side day after day."

¹²⁾ "i would've never brought us out west if i knew this is what laid ahead."

¹³⁾ "and tell me, do all your fellow preachers spend as much time in the cathouse as they do in their church?"

¹⁴⁾ "when you said you wanted to spend time with me i figured it'd be in the saloon, not driving a herd of batshit mustangs up the goddamn mountain on our own!"

¹⁵⁾ "the most fearsome gunslinger in the west is afraid of cats?!"

[discolizardx]

daryl dixon headcanons

darylxreader specifically :)

hello! i always enjoy seeing hc posts so i thought i'd make my own! p.s. send in fic/hc requests if you have any! i'm currently writing for daryl dixon, ted lasso, javier peña, and joel miller. k, thx byeee!!!

he doesn't really show affection early on in your relationship. it takes time for him to let his guard down but once he does, good lord.

if you're walking around together, he is usually making some sort of physical contact. (holding hands, hand on your shoulder/back, just straight up walking so close that your shoulders touch, etc.)

he holds doors open for you. you've told him time and time again that you can open your own damn door but he still power walks ahead of you to get to the door before you can.

he enjoys feeling like your protector. he knows you can hold your own in any fight but he has a need to protect you. he likes knowing that he can keep you safe.

he can get possessive at times. once, he overheard a new resident trying to flirt with you. as you were talking to him, you noticed the his gaze move above your head and the color drain from his face. you turned around to see daryl standing about two inches behind you and death-glaring at the poor man.

one time, late at night after you were nearly bit by a walker, he told you how scared he is to lose you. how he has lost so many people over the years that losing you would break him. he had never been vulnerable in front of anyone like that before. he felt relieved to get it off his chest.

[mrs-eddie-diaz]

So I'm having buddie withdrawal, and I have this idea for a buddie fic, someone pls write it for me🙏🙏🙏🙏

The plot:

Eddie, newly retired from the army, newly a single father, needs money fast, so he can move out of his parents place. Starts stripping, and he's pretty damn good at it. His family thinks he's waiter or something.

Buck newly discovered he's bi, just moved to Texas, to work at a ranch. checks out the local strip club. Gets a lap dance from Eddie, falls in love.

Eddie's mom and sisters (Eddie is the youngest) are at a bachelorette party, ends up at the strip club, seeing him dance and give Buck a lap dance. His mom is horrified to see what her baby boy is doing, to a man no less😱His sisters are grossed out, but find it hilarious😂 poor Eddie doesn't notice they are there until he's finished the lap dance. (he only strips down to his boxer briefs, don't wanna traumatize the family, and I don't like thongs on guys, sorry😅)

This plot is a mess, so I don't know how it should end. Maybe Eddie's just like "we'll that's one way to come out the closet" and then he asks buck out on a date. 🤷🏽‍♀️

I don't know...I'm not a writer. Someone pls find this as funny as I do🫣 Disclaimer: I don't know how strip clubs work...if there are gay ones and straight ones. But this one has both😅 let's share the love❤️😂 pls share and tag me if you write it🙏🙏🙏🙏

[nightdrawz]

May I kindly request with upmost respect that you please draw yellow x blue?

My soul would be forever in your dept if you could do so.

Kind regards,

Yellow x Blue enjoyer.

YES A MILLION TIMEZ!

I will never shut up about them ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝

[pbeltarts]

Gimme prompts/requests

I wanna collect a bunch of prompts or requests to use for warm ups for awhile. Primarily ship stuff, but if you got an idea for platonic stuff that's fine to suggest too

I'm mainly looking to draw more bkdk, dannydash, maybe klance again but you can request other ships if you'd like to, just less likely i'll do them.

[bruhlesbian]

ok so fun fact i normally dress very masculinely, but i have a small selection of fem clothes that i keep in my room in the off chance i want to wear them. i thought itd be cute if cathal kind of had the same thing, but with pajamas!!

[redr0sewrites]

🥀2K Follower Event🥀

🥀A/n: hi everyone!!! i've finally made it to 2K followers and i am so soo soooo happy + excited!!! i never thought id make it this far and i am very excited to celebrate with all of you. in honor of me finally reaching this goal, ive created a prompt list below that u can all use to send in requests. thank u all again for helping me on this journey, ily all!!!

🥀How it Works:

send in a request with the prompt number you would like, along with the character(s) you would like me to write it for and whether or not you want the fic to be nsfw/sfw

if you want any additional information on the reader to be included (gender, race, fashion, or any other descriptors) please include those w the request as well

up to 3 characters per request, as i want to realistically be able to finish them all without burning out

prompts may be used twice, but not for the same character. multiple characters may be used for the same prompt but a singular character can not be reused for that prompt.

i will be accepting requests until the event closes, and i will update this post once that happens

if a request goes against my rules and guidelines on my pinned masterpost, the request will simply not be written

i will work on requests chronologically, so please be patient.

🥀Request Format Examples:

hi! can i request prompt #28 with rengoku and a mtf!reader? i'd like the fic to be sfw! tysm and have a great day!

heyy can u write prompt #7 with aaravos and make it nsfw? thx!

can i request prompt #33 (sfw) with jayroy (jason todd and roy harper) x masc!reader? thankss!

🥀Prompts:

"you can't just show up like this! are you hurt?"

"where are you?"

"somebody is in loooveee!!"

"of course they don't like me, that's ridiculous!... did they say anything to you about me?"

"i don't like you- i love you."

"its so cold without you."

"i guess im just disappointed."

"did you hurt them?"

"i can't stand them, their stupid smile and their stupid laugh and their stupid crooked teeth- oh."

"why are your hands so cold?!"

"ive never felt like this before.."

"because i love you! i've loved you since the moment i saw you, i just can't take it anymore. i want you to be with me!"

"i wasted so much time chasing after them, and for what?"

"do you even like me?" "i love you-" "thats not what i asked. sure, you love me, but do you even like me as a person?"

"it feels- it feels good.."

"don't be shy, darling"

"i wish you saw yourself the way that i see you."

"i never hated you!"

"are you mad at me?"

"i'm just so sick of trying to be something im not. i hope you can forgive me."

"please don't cry, shh, your okay."

"i want you, no one else."

"do you trust me?"

"ive never been touched there.."

"i want you inside me/i want to be inside you"

"you taste so sweet.."

"why can't you see that i love you?"

"is that my shirt your wearing?"

"aww, are you stuck baby?"

"i thought i lost you again"

"our baby would be so cute..."

"you're so pretty like this.."

"i love you." "you're drunk, you dont- you don't mean that.."

"i hate how easy it is for me to love you again."

"are you.. scared of me?"

"aw, don't cry prince/ss"

"i need to stay awake, but i'm just so tired... can you stay? please?"

"i'm just going to end up hurting you-" "i know you'd never hurt me"

"would it be embarrassing if i said i missed you?"

"fuck- feel me all up in your guts, baby?"

"stay still, this will only hurt for a second, jus' relax for me, kay?"

"i know you can take it, just breathe"

"i need you so bad.. it hurts-"

"do you wanna join, or are you just gonna keep watching?"

"no one else will get to see me like this, i can promise you that"

"come closer, i need you"

"you look absolutely stunning like this"

"i'm sorry i wasn't there before, but i'm here now, and i always will be"

"i can't get up with you laying on top of me!"

"shit." "what?" "so, uh, theres only one bed.."

most of these i made up myself by just imagining random fanfic scenarios, but a few were ideas from friends, so credit to them! again, thank you all so much for supporting me and for helping me get this far ♥️♥️♥️

[blessedbyahuntress]

My Dialogue Prompts

Feel free to use these for your writing and include them in any fanfic requests you have for me. (Any prompts that are crossed off have already been used)

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“Rather scrawny, isn’t she?”

“Why thanks, Captain Obvious.

2. “Why aren’t they together yet?”

“He’s oblivious. Like you.”

“What?”

3. “Where is that stupid idiot?”

“I’m right here.”

“I’m- surprisingly- not talking about you this time."

4.“Let me take care of you, alright? Stubbornness isn’t going to help you.”

5. “There’s no shame in crying.”

6. “I… I can’t hold on.”

7. “Don’t open your eyes.”

8. “He touched you. I cut off his hand. Get that through your thick skull.”

9. “I require your help for an experiment.”

“What experiment?”

“I need you to kiss me.”

10. “Is that… blood?”

“Oh! It’s not mine, don’t worry.”

“That’s supposed to reassure me?!”

11. “Take my hand.”

“No!”

“My god, just fucking take my hand! I’m not going to cut it off!”

12. “You’re cute when you're angry.”

“Then get ready, ‘cus I’m about to be gorgeous.”

13. “I’m not short! You’re barely a centimeter taller than me!”

14. “We have a problem.”

“Let me guess. You caused it?”

15. “Stay away from the llama.”

16. “You’re overreacting.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine.” 

17. “You’re so cute.”

“What?”

“I said you look like a boot.”

“... That doesn’t even make any sense.”

18. “Would it be weird if I kissed you?”

“Honestly? Yes. But do I care? Definitely not.”

19. “We’re so dead.”

“Stop being negative! Look on the bright side!”

“Whooooooo! We get to die today!”

20. “I usually break all of my promises, but I will keep this one: if you harm one hair on their head, you're dead. Dead, you hear?”

21. “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”

22. “Wow. I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Please excuse me while I die of embarrassment. 

23. “Truth or dare?”

24. “Why aren’t you dating him?”

“Because I’d kill him for something stupid.”

“As long as it’s you, I don’t think he’d mind.”

25. “Why’d you do that?”

“You wouldn’t shut up.”

[helianskies]

Abel offered to pick him up. Old habits.

Antonio told him that he would pick him up that evening, but not at the airport. Older habits.

So, Abel would wait. He would wait as he always waited, in the end, and give Antonio what he wanted. That was perhaps the oldest habit they shared.

[ read on ao3! ] [ for @hetaberia-week! ]

[slveepyscwrs]

Are you serious about the writing fics...if so a Kuroo x reader Angst fight breakup pleeeaaase😭

When it comes to writing fics about gay volleyball boys, my friend, I'm always serious... 💅✨

Anyways, I hope this angsty breakup fic hits you in the feels as much as it did for me!

(I really enjoyed writing this, so to everyone, let me know if you want a part two– Should Kuroo reconcile, or should Kenma save the reader?)

Without further ado, let's get into your request! (This will also be cross posted to AO3!)

A Love I Never Knew

Summary: All of your heart was with the one person you adored the most, Kuroo Tetsurou. When things started to turn dark for you, you were sure that he would be there. You trusted him, you confided in him, and yet the result of that was the appearance of his true self– one that you never could have imagined in your wildest dreams, or more accurately, your darkest nightmares...

Info/Warnings: gender neutral reader, breakups, cliffhanger ending, aggressiveness, emotional breakdowns, self-esteem issues

“Are you okay?”

When it came to being asked that question, lately, you honestly didn’t know how to respond. Of course, you knew what to say: “I’m fine!”

Your self esteem, on the other hand, told an entirely different story.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to look in the mirror lately. No matter which way you looked at it, you couldn’t consider yourself beautiful. In your eyes, there were so many imperfections on your face, your body, everywhere.

To make matters worse, you had been losing sleep over it too. You had lost a lot of your previous cheerful spirit, as your eyelids began to sag.

Soon, your insecurities about your appearance were beginning to affect other parts of your life too. You couldn’t focus in class or in social activities anymore, because you felt like you weren’t good enough in anything.

Now, you were even beginning to feel like you weren’t good enough in your own relationship too. Kuroo was so cool, so intelligent, so confident… and you were just an awkward, scrawny introvert.

Basically, this was the exact opposite of him.

“Kuroo deserves way better than me…”

This was the thought that was running on repeat in your mind, as you slumped down on the couch in yours and his shared apartment. Your face was buried in your hands, as an even darker than usual cloud hung over your head today.

Kuroo didn’t know about any of this yet. He was always so upbeat and lively, and you didn’t want to put a damper on that with your trivial troubles.

This wasn’t all that possible for you at the moment, though. The concerns about you and your usefulness to Kuroo only got worse. Since this could affect your relationship, maybe now was finally the time to come clean to him.

“He’s always so carefree… He’ll know what to do, and maybe I won’t have to worry anymore…”

You were still anxious about telling him as you waited for him to come home from volleyball practice, but at the same time, you were confident that he could lighten your mood.

As a result, your eyes remained fixed on that door in a desperate anticipation. You didn’t even turn on the TV or browse through your phone to kill time until he came back like you usually did.

You needed Kuroo. In fact, today was probably the day you needed him the most.

When the door finally did swing open, your expression brightened a little. You were still shaking from the anxiety, but you were relieved that he was here at last.

“Baby, you’re home!” You jumped up to greet him.

Kuroo, on the other hand, didn’t seem nearly as enthusiastic. He wore his towel around the back of his neck, dripping sweat with an exhausted expression on his face.

This made sense for him. He didn’t like to show it to others, but you knew that he could get really wiped out when practices got intense.

Still, you knew that this was urgent, so you hoped to get his attention nonetheless.

“Practice was rough today, huh?”

“Hm, yeah. Definitely.” He nodded in agreement, but still didn’t make eye contact with you.

“How are the others?” Kuroo loved to crack jokes about his teammates, so you thought that this might snap him out of it.

“They’re alright. Annoying and chaotic as ever.” He still completely ignored you and brushed you off, and began to trudge off to the room that you two slept together in.

Your heart was beating fast under the weight of your feelings, so as much as you wanted to let him rest, you needed to talk to him. Therefore, you ran after him to make him talk to you.

“Hey, is something wrong?” You said this in a caring and concerned voice. He did seem really, really tired, but he usually wasn’t this low on energy. Despite everything you were going through, you also wanted to be there to listen to him if something was wrong.

What Kuroo said next, however, was something that made your face drop.

“Nothing’s wrong! I don’t need to be interrogated right now, love. Just leave me alone, ugh.”

Now, this sounded much more like he was annoyed with you rather than just being tired. You hadn’t meant to ‘interrogate’ him, you just wanted to know about his day.

He never reacted this badly before. Something was definitely on his mind, and you had the feeling that it had more to do with you than with volleyball.

“I’m really sorry… It’s just, I needed to talk with you about something.” You squeaked out in a lower tone, now becoming increasingly afraid of what his reaction would be.

“Fine, but make it quick, I have other things to do… Come to think of it, what is the matter with you today?”

Unlike you, his tone wasn’t filled with nearly as much care. It was like talking to you was a chore that he had no choice but to complete.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to pour out your heart into words.

“It’s just that I don’t feel good enough… I don’t feel pretty enough, my personality isn’t good enough… And now I feel like I’m not good enough for you.” By the time you finished, your breath was shaky and uneven.

You still had some slight hope that this would make him soften up, but unfortunately, this couldn’t be further from the case.

“What’s with all this sappy stuff? Jeez, you’re acting crazy! You used to not give a shit…” He was massaging his forehead in a way that was intentional, making it clear to you that you were the one giving him that headache.

“No… That’s because I was just hiding it from you…”

“Well, what do you expect me to do about it?”

His tone was becoming harsher and harsher, while yours became softer and softer. This sudden change was literally taking your breath away, and not in a good way.

“Um… you are my boyfriend…” You looked up at him with eyes gone wide with fear, shame, and embarrassment.

This gaze only exacerbated Kuroo’s annoyance. He rolled his eyes, and moved his lips silently in a way that was mocking the way you spoke.

“Yeah, I’m your boyfriend, not your goddamn therapist.”

This was the final nail in your heart, shattering it into pieces. The carefree, lighthearted Kuroo that you had fallen in love with just wasn’t that same person anymore. As you realised this, tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. At least answer the question, please… Am I good enough for you, Kuroo? I’m so sorry…” 

At this point, your voice was barely audible. You hardly knew what to say. Everything that you thought you knew about Kuroo was changing so quickly.

He had begun to turn around and go to the bedroom anyway, but at these words, he stopped in his tracks. He stood there like that for a few seconds, and you saw his hands clench into fists. The rising and falling in his chest became more ragged, as his breaths filled with negative emotions.

Every second that he was still made the dread inside you grow, but the face that you saw when he turned back around to face you suddenly and swiftly frightened you even more.

“I get home after a long day, and all you can do is cling to me like a fucking abandoned puppy. And instead of just letting me go like a sane person, all you say is ‘I’m sorry!’ It’s so goddamn corny and annoying… But you know what? I agree with what you said earlier. Maybe you really are not good enough for me.”

His fists balled tighter, as he screamed these words at the top of his lungs through clenched teeth. 

This new piercing volume sent the entire atmosphere around you two into utter silence. You couldn’t believe that this was real. It had to be a terrible nightmare, one that would end, and let you wake up to Kuroo cuddling beside you in the bed.

Yet, this wasn’t a nightmare. This was the reality of what Kuroo truly felt about you.

If your heart was shattered before, this made the pieces break even smaller and drop to the ground. As for your heartbeat, it felt as if it had stopped in your chest. Heck, time itself seemed to slow around you.

It was one thing to believe the worst about yourself, but having the one who’s supposed to love you the most say that those beliefs were correct all along made it feel like the world itself beneath you was giving out.

Your body wasn’t just trembling now, it was full on shaking. Your knees swayed back and forth, making you feel like a jelly that threatened to give way and drop to the floor any second now.

Your eyes that were now stuck open as wide as they could go couldn’t hold it back anymore, and silent tears rushed down your face. The shock was so intense that you couldn’t even make any noise with the crying. With all these tears, your throat began to burn.

“I have to say something, anything to make it better… It’s all my fault, I should fix this…”

You could hardly form thoughts like these, much less put them into words. Meanwhile, Kuroo kept his eyes fixated on you in pure disgust. He had a look on his face that made it seem like the fact that you were still in front of him was something that he absolutely loathed.

Whatever words did come to mind mostly stopped in your throat. Any noise that did come out was in the form of choked up croaks and squeaks.

Finally, somehow, actual words came out, only to be immediately cut off.

“Kuroo, I–“

“Just forget it already! If this is how you’re going to be, I can’t take it anymore! I’m fucking done with you. We’re over, now get out of my house, now!” 

You already thought that his voice couldn’t get any louder, but its magnitude just kept climbing and climbing until it got to a point where you felt that it could blow the roof off. His face was scrunched up in pure fury, and his eyes directed that rage into yours and straight into your soul.

Whatever he was feeling, Kuroo now seemed as if he had never loved you at all.

And just like that, a beautiful relationship that had lasted months, one that you hoped would stretch on for years to come vanished just like that. All your hopes about Kuroo disappeared into nothingness.

As reluctant as you were, you now accepted that what you had with him was gone, and couldn’t be fixed. 

However, more than that, you didn’t think it was even safe to be here anymore. Judging by his body language, his posture, his actions, and his words, standing there for even a few seconds longer would run the risk of Kuroo’s anger escalating towards physical violence.

Your knees gained just enough strength, and you bolted out the door in a fit of loud sobs.

When you were gone, Kuroo returned to normal and sighed, but not out of relief. He couldn’t pin it down exactly, but there was something gnawing inside him… He was observant enough that he knew deep inside that was guilt.

Still, even though he did know, he would never admit it. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, and definitely not to you. He couldn’t take back what he did, but either way, he most certainly wasn’t going to go running after you. Instead, he simply shook his head and wandered off inside the bedroom.

It was raining outside in the dark of night, and not just a light shower. Water rushed down from the dark clouds at high speeds, hitting the ground with incredible sound and force for such tiny droplets.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for you to get soaking wet in these conditions, but you pushed through and kept running. You didn’t know where– it was late, and no one you knew would be willing to take you in at this hour.

You jumped down the stairs to the ground floor, but that was as far as you could get before your knees finally gave up and caused your body to collapse to the concrete pavement, getting scraped against its rough surface.

You were in an awkward position, but you didn’t care. You were cold, you were wet, but most importantly… you were alone.

At least there was a positive side to that. You curled up, now being free to sob out all the pain that had piled up on you out to the distance. Your face became a mess of tears and snot, as the uncertainty of the situation dawned upon you.

“I can’t sleep on the streets… I’ve already been a burden to everyone, but I have to find someone, anyone…”

You had absolutely nothing, except for the clothes on your back and your phone in your pocket. Getting under the relative safety of a pillar, you decided to make use of that phone as you went through your contacts, pondering your slim set of options.

You remembered that there was one person who lived close enough to Kuroo, and this person was Kenma. Your fingers shook as you debated internally whether to press the call button or not. Kenma was the kind of person who was known for his preferences for being alone, and being sort of aloof towards others. 

It wasn’t likely that he would take you in, but the chance of him accepting was still there. At this point, you were ready to take any chance you got.

Trying not to drop your phone, you decided to take a risk and call Kenma. You put it on speaker and heard as the phone rang one time, two times…

Your phone provider would automatically drop a call if there wasn’t an answer by the fifth ring. The device’s battery was quite low as well, so if Kenma did not pick up, you truly would be stranded.

And so, you sat there awaiting your fate. Each ring, although lasting only a few seconds, stretched out for an eternity.

Would Kenma pick up? Would he not pick up?

Whichever one of the two happened, the little flame of hope left in your heart lay in his place… any place that was away from Kuroo.

“It really did turn out to be the person I loved most who ended up hurting me the deepest…” You thought alone to yourself, waiting as the phone rang and rang into the distance…

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hey! i hope youre having a great day🌷🌷

Could you pretty please do some angst?? I'm craving for something that'll make me hold my breath and make me so nervous that I'll forget my name. Just pure and raw angst. Maybe something involving betrayal and torture?? That's up to you!!

luv u <3, your writings just *chef kiss*

(sorry for any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language😅)

“I believe that of this moment, you’re the only person that could possibly understand me,” the hero whispered, quite too aware of all their weaknesses right now. It was dark in the villain’s lair and the whole ambience started with spooky and ended with mysterious. The hero knew what they asked for was impossible to impose on a human. 

That’s why they had turned to the villain.

For half a year they had waited to bring this up. It had simmered in their mind and consumed their sleep. They felt sick for coming to the villain with this. They felt sick just thinking about this.

Their enemy toyed with a pointy and slim knife, skilled fingers doing lazy tricks carelessly. The hero knew exactly how painful those blades were.

“Okay,” they said, leaning forward, “let me get this straight. You want me to kill your boss? The superhero? The big shot? The person who raised you?”

The hero swallowed, feeling the dreadful pain punching in their stomach. 

“Yes.”

“Because they may have taken international prisoners illegally and tortured them?” The villain didn’t sound convinced. They didn’t even sound interested which was, quite frankly, a problem. The hero had hoped to bait them with the promise of revenge and power. “Is there any proof of that?” 

“I’ve seen them, yes. The prisoners, I mean.”

“Ever thought of talking it out?” The villain chuckled at their own question, quite aware that the hero was ranked too low to even exchange glances with the superhero.

It was true that the superhero had raised the hero but that didn’t mean that they had any advantages within the agency. Not to mention the public argument a few years ago. Ever since, the hero had found themselves at daggers drawn with their mentor.

They didn’t talk.

“Look, I don’t wanna get into this family business.”

“They’re not my family anymore.”

“Do you think I’m dumb? This is a trap,” the villain said. Their eyes were as cold as ice, studying every move the hero made, ready for a kill. Ready for anything. “You want me to get close to them so they can kill me.” 

The hero swallowed the doubts, pushed back down the tears. If this didn’t work, then a lot of people would get killed. Chaos would rule.

“Listen, I don’t care how you kill them. Hire someone else or take care of them as a sharpshooter — it doesn’t matter,” they said. “We need them dead. For the sake of everyone living in this country. They’ve done questionable things in the past and I was dumb enough to believe that they would change. Actions speak louder than words. They pretend to be a hero but they’re anything but. While I was waiting, everything turned to shit. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of them. A hero is supposed to help.”

They took in a long breath and sipped on the scotch the villain had brought them. The back of their throat hurt.

“I know how crude this is. And I know it is a lot to ask for. But at the end of the day, I’m afraid we don’t have a chance. Hell, I cried my eyes out when I realised this was the only solution. They’re too dangerous to be captured and sedatives don’t work on them. We have no choice. They will come for you, too.” 

At that, the villain raised their eyebrows. They blinked.

“Oh, really?” 

“Haven’t you noticed how crimes are dropping? That villains are disappearing?” The statistic was scary. Even for a hero. People with superpowers were vanishing everywhere. “They’ve become a rotting criminal. No offence.”

The villain hummed, a smirk on their face. They seemed much too amused for a topic that was causing the hero’s innards to turn.

“You’re the only one who can defeat them,” the hero said when the villain didn’t speak further. The tears were swelling up again. It hadn’t always been bad. The superhero hadn’t always been bad. 

“You really think that?” the villain asked. They leaned forward in their chair, their hands still fidgeting with the weapon. “Do you think I’m scary, little hero?”

The hero was too short on vocable creativity to describe the sound of their voice. The closest word was probably flirty. 

“A bit, yes.” 

“Hmm.” The villain seemed to be satisfied with that answer. Swiftly, they stood up and reached for the hero’s cheek, wiping away a single tear with their thumb. “That’s quite a mess you’re in, huh?”

The hero leaned against the villain’s hand, savouring the touch.

“Yeah,” they rasped. The villain came even closer, their nose almost touching the hero’s cheek.

“You’re so pretty…” they said, completely entranced. “I’ll help you but after that, I want you to be mine.”

The hero didn’t hesitate. “Deal.”

The superhero died two weeks later. The press said it was a quick and painless death but there was no denying that that didn’t really calm the public. The funeral was short and simple with little room for nosy reporters.

No one knew the killer and being aware of someone who was capable of destroying the strongest superhero on earth was a little more than upsetting. Somehow, the agency managed to keep everything under control, staying reassuring and hopeful in a time of need. 

What the villain didn’t know at the time of the killing was that their action made the hero the head of the agency. 

“Enjoying your promotion?” they asked the hero sourly the night after everything got released to the public. The hero took in a deep breath.

“I don’t have time for you right now, I’m sorry.” They searched through endless documents, signing them, rearranging them. It was robotic how they went through each paper.

“I’m not here for that,” the villain said. If it was possible, they looked even scarier than usual. “You fucking used me.”

“I didn’t know they had changed the election rules,” the hero responded. “Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted this responsibility and all the work—”

Tears formed in the hero’s eyes again.

“God, why did they make me the leader?” The hero swallowed a sob. “It doesn’t make sense…I didn’t want this—”

“You used me,” the villain said again, their expression getting darker. All they could see was the betrayal and the backstabbing. They’d been so clever, so sure of this. They’d hoped the hero would join them but no, they’d become a more powerful hero. The most powerful.

“I didn’t use you,” the hero said. Tears ran down their cheeks, desperate for some security. “Please.” 

They walked around the table, reaching out and grasping the villain’s clothes, holding onto them as if they were their rock in an unforgiving sea. Sobbing into their shoulder, they searched for every possible contact. 

“I don’t want this,” they whispered, their voice only cut off by broken gasps and the rising guilt in their throat. “Please. I don’t want this. This can’t be happening. It’s too much. Please, I need you.” 

The hero almost slipped but the villain caught them clumsily, holding them to their chest in a comforting manner.

“Shh,” they said, rubbing the hero’s back. “It’s a lot, I know.”

And suddenly, the murderous thoughts got replaced by a memory. The villain was reminded of the time when they’d lost their parents.

“Please help me,” the hero said, rubbing their face into the villain’s suit. “I can bring you into the agency, I can give you power, just please help me.” 

The villain contemplated. The hero was so desperate and alone…Guilt was eating them up and everything inside the villain tossed and turned. Every natural instinct rebelled and fought but it didn’tmatter. The Villain had made their decision already.

Compassion overwhelmed them. They’d never felt something like this before. Something — the hero made them weak. Seeing them cry, seeing them desperate and upset…there was no use fighting this. Feelings were always dangerous but now with the superhero out of the way, things could be easier.

All the villain had ever wanted was to protect their family. That had spiralled into this great mess that their life was. And maybe, the hero could fix that. Maybe the hero could help them and give them a fresh start.

They kissed the top of the hero’s head. 

“I’ll join you,” they said, smiling warmly. 

“You would do that for me?”

“Yes, darling. Besides, being a hero is probably not that bad.”

It was worse. 

The villain cried out when the hero stabbed their thigh. It was sharp and painful and probably had cut deep enough into their flesh to touch bone.

The tears were quick to follow; a waterfall of salt as suffering surrounded the villain. It was so bad, they were ready to give up here on the spot. A week ago the hero had started to prepare for war. Allies had turned into enemies which had led to several attacks across the whole country. 

City after city had turned into ashes and the hero had been willing to sacrifice every life for their great plan. We need to help. Our neighbours need us.

The words echoed in the villain’s mind, making them cry even more. You and I. We were born to be leaders.

No matter how much the villain had begged them rethink their plan, to come back to bed and relax, to take the day off with them, no matter how hard they’d tried, the hero hadn’t given up.

“Darling, it doesn’t have to be like this,” the hero said gently, tilting their head. They seemed to be unbothered by the flames around them. By the screams and the burning buildings. “Stop resisting me, my love.”

The villain tried to stand up but their ankle had been shattered throughout the fight. 

“You knew it, didn’t you?” they wheezed. Tasting blood, they spat on the ground. “You knew that if the superhero died, you would get the position.” 

“I did,” the hero confessed. They looked at the scene around them and had the audacity to look hopeful, proud even. “But I didn’t ask you to kill them because of that. Don’t you see? It’s our responsibility to help people. They were torturing people.”

“And what are you doing? Look around you,” the villain screamed. “You’re mad if you think this will bring peace.”

The pain was overwhelming. The villain didn’t know how much blood they had lost but judging by the ground, it was a lot.  

“Have you seen the statistics?” the hero asked. “The poverty and the amount of crime in other countries— have you seen the misery?”

“Do you see the misery?!” the villain shouted again. “Fucking look around you.”

“I’ve made the calculations. Sacrificing our country is worth it when we can save our neighbouring countries. You and I. We have brought wealth and happiness to everyone here. We can do it again,” they lowered their weapon, offering a hand and the villain just stared. Stared at the hand. Stared at the horrible decisions.

They should’ve seen it coming. They should’ve killed the hero when they’d had the chance.

And yet, the villain looked into the same eyes. The eyes of someone who had wanted to help prisoners, someone who had overcome themselves for the greater good. Someone who had thrown their morals away with good intentions.

Someone who had never found their morals ever again.

“You’re a monster,” the villain said. A sob escaped their mouth. “I thought I loved you. Fuck, I really thought if someone could help me change, it would be you.”

“We’re heroes,” the hero mumbled.

“Actions speak louder than words,” the villain reminded them. “You taught me that.”

With their last strength, they managed to get a grip on the hero and tackle them to the ground. The hero made a pathetic sound when their head smashed into the ground.

“Fuck,” the villain said, breathing heavily. It felt like there was blood in their lungs. “I really did. I really loved you.”

And before the hero managed a response, the villain took their knife and pushed it far enough into the hero’s chest to make the breaking of their ribs a sound. The hero tried to grab them, tried to hold them, push the knife away but they just ended up cutting their hands, losing even more blood.

By now, the villain was sobbing, the shock infiltrating their mind and the feeling of the hero’s crumbling life running through their fingers dawning on them. When the hero’s movements stilled and their breathing stopped, the villain intertwined their fingers.

For the last time, they kissed the top of the hero’s head. They knew they wouldn’t survive this either.

And they were glad they didn’t.

[fe-fictions]

Chrom x Robin Commission (Chrom is kidnapped and Robin is not having it!!!)

You weren’t necessarily trying to hide the fact that you and Chrom were romantically involved, but it’d be a lie to suggest you were being open and public about it.

No, you preferred to keep that to yourself, more than anything. You didn’t want it to change what people thought about you, even if that meant watching Chrom be flirted with by noblemen and women alike, waiting for their chance to catch his eye whenever you’d stop in town.

It was the one pitfall of courtship during war, aside from the obvious. The times in town, which were relatively peaceful, you found to be more stressful than a battlefield.

You had to stand by and watch Chrom be swooned over and watch them try over and over to steal him from you.

The only issue was that Chrom didn’t seem to rebuff them as often, nor as decisively, as you preferred. You knew he could be a bit oblivious, and that he wasn’t the most capable at expressing his boundaries until it was far too late (the Frederick propaganda posters came to mind immediately).

But you were starting to get more and more frustrated with it, the longer it went on. And now that you were nearing the end of the journey to fight with the bastard king of Plegia, you were finding the management of stress much more difficult than before.

So naturally when you stopped in a bordertown just north of the territory line, you thought it would be ideal to kick back, enjoy a pint with your favorite long-sword-wielding prince, and try to indulge in some relaxation before it was time to return to reality.

“Robin! They’ve got some excellent mead here- I brought you a mug.”

“Oh,” You smiled softly at your dear prince, glad to accept the offering. “I was going to get a pint in a moment, so thank you for being proactive. Did you manage to escape the bar unscathed?”

“Well, I received a few interesting looks, but I think the cloak ought to be enough cover.” Chrom explained; being so close to the edge of Plegia meant that there was a good chance there would be soldiers and informants scattered around the place.

Frederick was insistent that if Chrom were to join them for a night in town today, he’d be concealing the hair, and the mark. There was no need to risk him being in public more than they already were, already.

But even then, it was difficult to conceal his particularly handsome face. You were slightly biased in your belief that he was ridiculously handsome, but you weren’t going to hide the truth; you loved that man.

The only problem was that others seemed to be infatuated with him, too.

“Chrom, you didn’t let them see too much of you, right? We’re so close to Plegia, I’m worried that if the wrong person saw your hair…”

“Nothing to worry about. I promise,” He reassured you, setting the mug in front of you. “Now let’s talk about something more fun. Now that we have some time away from the army- I’d like to explore our future a little bit.”

“In a place like this?” You laughed, “Wouldn’t you rather we discuss that somewhere more romantic? Maybe out in the valley, under the stars…somewhere more ‘talk about the future’ like?”

“Nonsense! There’s no time like the present! Well, that, and I just can’t wait to talk about it. There’s so much to discuss!” He told you in earnest, covering your hand with his. “I’d love to talk about wedding plans, in particular. When we can get back home…what do you think- something big and elegant, or small and private?”

“Does…does someone in your position get to make a decision like that? I have a feeling we won’t be allowed to have a small wedding.” you mused, but Chrom insisted.

“We can have a small ceremony and a big party, if you want it. I’m happy with whatever you prefer. Both sound great to me!” He smiled, “So long as we finally get to show everybody how we feel.”

“That wouldn’t be bad. Maybe…when we get back, my mind will change, but…for now, I like the idea of an intimate ceremony. The Shepherds likely won’t be able to handle a small party, though. I can’t see Vaike and Basilio allowing a good party to go to waste.”

“That’s true,” Chrom chuckled, “Then, how about-”

“Excuse me, if I may…” a man suddenly loomed over your table, catching your attention. “I couldn’t help but notice how particularly attractive your friend is, here. I wondered what he might look like with the cowl pulled back?”

“I’m afraid he’s taken, sir.” You sighed, nodding your head towards your still-held hands. “If you don’t mind, we’d like to return to our conversation.”

“No, no, I don’t mind-” The man lifted his own hand, and suddenly the tavern grew quiet.  The only sound that perforated the building was that of the doors latching shut.

Chrom’s grip on your hand tightened. You were in danger.

“I won’t ask a second time- show me your face.”

“We’re under no obligation to do what you ask,” Chrom rose from his seat, keeping his head low. You stood beside him, quietly reaching for the knife at your hip. “We’re taking our leave. Stand asi-”

Chrom was silenced by a hand at his throat, the shocking stranger launching at your husband before you could even blink. 

The other hand ripped his cowl away, revealing a shock of blue hair.

“Chrom-!!” You weren’t able to get another word in before you were suddenly attacked by the people around you. The tavern erupted in violence, men and women alike throwing themselves at you and the prince. 

It didn’t take long to put the pieces together, as every enemy that came closer and closer to you were slashed away.

The entire tavern was filled with Plegians- they knew you were coming.

You didn’t know how- but they were waiting for you and Chrom. And you weren't going to get out of the fight unscathed.

“Chrom!!” You shouted for him, finding his cloak torn away in his scuffle. He as being piled on far worse than you were- he was the one they wanted.

He wasn’t able to get to the blade on his belt- he was being pulled down and restrained. 

“Chrom, hold on! I’m-” A fist smashed into your jaw, sending you stumbling to the floor. 

“ROBIN!!” Chrom’s voice was muffled in your ears, the sharp ringing disorienting you. The last thing you saw was Chrom’s hand reaching out for you, before something heavy struck your head.

There was pain, and then there was nothing.

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It would be roughly twelve minutes before you’d come to, shaken awake by a frantic knight, a tearful princess and an entire horde of Shepherds that were crowded around you.

The tavern had been abandoned, ransacked and simsimply a huge mess.

Frederick would help you sit up, Lissa and Maribelle casting healing spells over you to try and return some of your lucidity.

“Robin…where’s Lord Chrom?” Frederick posed the question first, clearly unsure he wanted the answer. Your eyebrows drew together, fear replacing your confusion.

“What do you…why are you asking me that?”

“You were here together, before the attack. Miriel heard a commotion from the market across the street, but when she came over to investigate, the tavern doors were locked. What happened? Were you and Lord Chrom attacked?”

“Clearly she was, you oaf-” Maribelle snapped, “Did they attack him too? Did they-”

“They were Plegian.” You recalled first, staring up at them, “They were all Plegian. They locked the doors, and a man asked Chrom to take off his hood, and then he grabbed him. I couldn’t…they all came after us.” Your voice became increasingly more shakey with every when your recall came back.

“Lord Chrom was-!” Frederick grimace, rising to his feet, “The entire building is cleared,- he’s not here. We need to organize a search party immediately. We must operate under the suspicion that he has been kidnapped!”

“By Plegians,” Maribelle hissed, “Those monsters!! We were so careful when we came here.” How did they figure it out?’

“I don’t know,” You swallowed, “But there’s no point trying to figure that out now. We have to find Chrom!”

“We do, yes, but you won’t be doing anything.” Lissa jumped in, “You're Injured badly, Robin. They could’ve killed you! If we hadn’t come in when we did, Robin-”

“Thank you,” You cut her off quickly, recognizing the tears in her eyes. “But that’s not important…not right now- we need to focus on getting Chrom back!”

“We need to get you back to camp. Quickly-” Frederick’s jaw was clenched, but he was right. He and Maribelle helped you to your feet, your head still pounding. “Then we will regroup and locate milord.”

“But we don’t know what they want with him. We don’t know if they’re trying to kill him, or-”

“They’re Plegian, so they’re probably going to take him to Gangrel. I don’t know how they figured out where we’d be- but we can’t waste time.” 

“We’re not far from the capital- seven days’ time, maybe.” Maribelle said grimly, “If they wanted to take him, it wouldn’t be impossible.”

“Then we’ve done enough talking. We have to go.” 

You could ignore the pain, and the dizziness, and the fear. But the one thing you could not possibly hope to ignore was the anger.

They didn’t just take the prince of Ylisse. They didn’t take the Exalt’s brother, the Shepherd’s commander.

They took the man who was to be your husband. And they weren’t going to get him without a fight…one they would be losing.

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It did not take long to deduce the source of information that led the Plegians to capture Chrom. There was a mole among the Shepherds.

A woman, an archer trained in Virion’s own squadron, who was weeded out quite quickly once Tharja pointed out the likelihood of it being an internal leak rather than pure luck.

One did not simply fill a tavern with capable enemy fighters.

Within two days, you would have the woman interrogated to the point of revealing everything she knew.

Where they were taking him. What they were doing to him- what they planned to present to Gangrel.

The beaten, bloody prince of Ylisse, to stand “trial” with his sister. 

And if all went according to their nefarious plan, it would surely spell the end of the Ylissean army, and lead to the fall of the whole country.

Chrom’s shield and Falchion would be strapped to your back, your Levin Sword and Arcfire tome secure on your waist. If the healers were coming with you, then he’d be able to fight his way out. Assuming he wasn’t injured to the point of needing bed rest.

You tried very hard to shove that worrisome thought down deep.

The Shepherds were rallied with a violent fervor, desperate to bring back the prince before they could get too far.

Miriel and Ricken were able to cast a tracking spell on the Falchion, following the directions you had forced out of the snake in your ranks.

He hadn’t gotten too far away. Mercifully, goddess be praised, the location that had been suggested was several kilometers south of the border town.

There was little doubt they’d be pushing as fast as they could to transport Chrom. With everyone gathered, you were haphazardly planning out how to rescue him, while also moving en route to catch up to them and get him back.

You were riding up front on the back of Frederick’s horse, Hebert, while said knight was galloping at full speed. Miriel and Maribelle were positioned on the backs of Cordelia’s and Sumia’s pegasus, driving as fast as they could into the desert.

“If we keep moving at this pace, we should be at their fort by sundown!!” You shouted over the whipping winds, the sand battering your face ignored as you explained the moving plot.

“Sundown isn’t soon enough- they’ll already be on the move by then!”

“It’d be foolish if they didn’t be on their way by then-” You agreed, stabbing the quill against the shifting map to pinpoint the location. “But they might also be expecting the fortress to be looked over, given the lapse of time! We’ll need to divide the Shepherds- enough to secure the fort! The rest of us will keep driving south!”

“How do we split up??” Cordelia asked, her eyes lasered forward in case she was able to spot Chrom.

“I want flying units, mages and archers with me- we’re gonna keep riding!! I want heavy units and thieves on the fort. Lissa and Frederick, I need you both while Ricken and Maribelle go to the fort as first aid. Are we clear?”

The shouts of your Shepherds made it quite clear that you were heard loud and clear.

There would be absolutely no hesitation from this moment forward.

The snap of Frederick’s reins echoed in your ears, the two of you were galloping for dear life, the pegasus riders swooping above with renewed vigor, now that the plan was put into action.

By the time the sky turned orange, the fortress was in view. You looked to your shifting team, nodding to Sully- your chosen commander for the fort rescue unit.

She growled, thrusting her spear in the air before charging away with them, a war cry rattling even your bones as they thrust themselves into their battle.

And now, it was down to your team.

“I pray they find him there- it would at least mean he’s back in our hands sooner.” Frederick said, digging his heels into the horse’s sides. You frowned, drawing your hood up against the sand beating your flushed skin.

“We can only hope. But if they don’t find him, I pray we’ll be able to find him in one piece”!

Within a half hour, Sumia dove back down, flying nearly side by side with Frederick’s beast. 

“We spotted a caravan moving at high speeds, twelve kilometers ahead!”

“How big?”

“It seemed to be only two carts- everyone else was armed. Four wyverns in the air, two pegasus!”

“That’s where he is.” You glowered, drawing your blade. Falchion weighed heavy on your back, realizing how close you were to finding him.

The push forward from that point was no longer a quiet urgency.

As soon as they were in range, the fight was on.

Virion’s arrows were flung into the sky, catching dragon wings and horse’s hips, forcing the flying units down with little mercy or hesitation.

The moment you heard the whinnies of frightened beasts, you knew you were close enough.

“Halt, in the name of the Exalt!!” You bellowed, drawing up your Arcfire and flinging a decisive blast into the path of your enemies.

The carts split apart, horses careening away in a panic. You were quick to direct Frederick to the left, thrusting Maribelle and Stahl towards the cart separated in the opposite direction.

That was when the chaos started.

Panne leapt onto the first Plegian she could reach, her beastly form devastating and quick to defeat her prey. You caught an arrow in your arm, but it was ripped away and countered with a blast of lightning. 

As soon as Frederick’s lance could reach, he was cutting away the wheels in a single angry stroke. The back spokes broke loose, and the cart slid back, crashing against the sand. 

“Secure the driver!!” You shouted to him, leaping from Hebert’s back and rushing the cart skidding into the ground. It was still being dragged, but the speed being greatly reduced made it much easier for you to jump on. 

Frederick rushed to the front, battling the driver to take control of the broken carriage.

You grabbed onto the wooden box, its door cracking and groaning as the walls threatened to come apart.

“CHROM!!” Your voice had yet to break from all the yelling, but you weren’t going to stop until he was safe. A knife was ripped from your belt, driving it into the splintering wood to force an opening.

You hoisted yourself up, peering into the hole and into the dark space.

There were crates, barrels of supplies, but in the very front of the cart, you could see it.

A silver glove, and a dash of blue hair on the floor of it.

“Oh-” You jerked to a sudden stop, Fredrick having halted the caravan. The other Shepherds pressed onward, bringing their battle to an end. But you had bigger things to worry about.

“Frederick!!” You called forth knight, who was sprinting from the seat now that the horses were stopped.

“Robin! Is he-”

“Help me break the door down-”

“Yes-!”

“He’s in there!!”

The lance was traded for his axe, which was breaking the wood down and splintering it away without a second thought.

When it was down enough, you pushed into the space, shoving away the boxes and barrels to force yourself into the space.

“Quickly, you must fetch Lissa!! Get her and Maribelle, I don’t think he’s conscious-” 

Frederick’s hesitation was only for a moment- seeing the slightest hint that his prince was in there was almost enough to send him barging in past his liege’s lover.

But he would be quicker than her to get the attention of the healers.

“Chrom!!” His name cracked on your tongue, racing over to him and kneeling into the wood and sand where he laid.

His hands were bound, his body curled inward as though in pain. You shook his shoulder, calling his name again and again. He would not reply.

But he was still breathing. You heaved a shaking exhale, searching your pouch for a vulnerary. There wasn’t much left inside, but enough to ensure he’d stay with you until Frederick came back with the others.

“Chrom, please- I’m here now. I’m here, so please wake up.” You whispered, pulling his heavy frame up so that his head rested in your lap. You tilted his chin up, uncorking the potion and pouring it gingerly.

His breathing stuttered before he swallowed, his eyebrows drawing together suddenly, contorting as he was slowly regaining consciousness.

“Breathe, Chrom, it’s all right…I-I promise, it’s all right now. The healers are going to be here soon. Lissa and Maribelle, and Frederick, and…”

Chrom’s eyes fluttered, his fingers clenching and unclenching against his palms. 

“Oh, um…hold on, I can get those…” Awkwardly you leaned forward, trying not to disturb him while you cut away the ropes on his hands.

The moment the fibers snapped away, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, clinging tightly.

“Chrom?”

“R…Robin..?” 

His voice was such a weary, hoarse and hopeful sound. You slipped your hand back so that you could squeeze his, feeling the tremble of his fingers against the gloves.

“I’m here, my love. I’m right here. We got you.” You whispered, the tears blurring your vision only moments from falling. At last, Chrom’s eyes opened. Glassy, but as blue and vibrant as ever. He was awake.

“You…y-you found me.” He gazed up at you, the almost shocked expression impossible to miss despite his exhaustion, and all the blood and bruises that otherwise hid the view.

“We all did darling, and they’re on the way.” You lifted your head, hearing the clanking of armor and the tense voices that were surely not far away. “Lissa and Maribelle will heal you up, and then we’ll get you back on your feet in no time.”

“Your arm…” He trailed off, brushing his hand against the torn fabric of your coat. You are standing right there, finding the gash on your skin.

“It’s fine. Nothing a bandage can’t fix.” You assured him, “Now stop worrying about your rescuer and focus on yourself, for once.”

He hummed, closing his eyes with a soft sigh. You ran your fingers through his hair, comforting your rescued love. You had no idea what on earth those monsters had done to him, but he was clearly exhausted and was treated harshly. As if you needed another reason to beat down the Plegians…

The silent reverie you found with him, relishing your reunion, did not last much longer. He was back in your arms, but shortly after holding onto him, you found yourselves overwhelmed by an army of anxious men and women.

The clerics took to the forefront, and you were at least allowed to stay in place while he was treated. Best not to move him too much until they knew it was safe to move him.

His breathing became less labored, and his sentences were more sturdy. He stared up at you clearly now, and sought out your hand deliberately despite the mess of people working around the two of you.

“We’re gonna be okay.” You promised, your fingers threading together.

You separated yourself only long enough to get him onto the other cart, which they had been able to preserve its wheels unlike yours and Frederick’s barbaric tactics.

Eventually you returned to camp, to the tearful reunion of the fort party. The place had been run through from top to bottom, but when no one was able to locate the prince it didn’t give them much comfort.

The extra supplies you were able to salvage from the place would come in handy, but that was on the back of your mind at that moment. After all, you had a prince who needed tending.

He would be sent straight to the healing tent, and you would be right behind him, taking up residence in a chair beside his cot while he recuperated.

It would be two days of sleeping before he came around from his healing, but of course the very first thing he did when he could sit up on his own was taking that he took you into his arms and squeezed you close, kissing you over and over until the tent was completely empty for fear of being exposed to the prince’s private affection.

He only managed to pull back to say a tearful thank you, reminding you just how deeply he loved and cherished you more than anything in the world. 

Which, of course, earned a response of a thousand more kisses and a tight squeeze, one which would have been impossible to separate you from.

Chrom was home, in your arms. An embrace he hoped he might never leave, again.