#stranger things fear street au

[lavenderstobins]

ronance fear street au with robin as deena

and nancy as sam

OR

ronance fear street au with nancy as deena

and robin as sam

[naurimastaur]

A prank to die for

1980s slasher au featuring the Weasley twins//

Summary: With camp’s annual house competition coming to a close, the twins take the fate of their team into their own hands, employing Fred’s nemesis Y/N along the way. Things go awry however, when someone tries to axe their plans. Literally.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

This is a bit of a long one so strap in! Ps. Requests are open

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Squashed between the most frustrating person alive and the wall of the abandoned outhouse toilet, was not the ideal midnight rendezvous anyone would have in mind.

“Why hasn’t George signalled to you yet? It’s been half an hour.” Y/n huffed, her head pressed against the damp wood of the wall in exasperation before she thought better of herself.

“Could’ve ran into a lovely lady on the way,” Fred replied equally agitated. “None of your sort I’d hope, wouldn’t be very enjoyable.”

“You are a freak why am I doing this with you?” She spat, venom dripping from her every word.

“Cant resist the charm, I reckon”

“Then you’re as delusional as you are ginger.”

“And yet you don’t seem to be backing out of the idea. Could it be that you wanted this alone time with me?”

“I think I’d rather be chased by a serial killer.”

“If only a serial killer hated themself enough to waste time running after you.” He smiled to himself, her irritation fuelling his triumph.

She bit her tongue, thinking back to the moment she made herself a professional clown.

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“Y/n!” George called out, jogging to meet her walking pace, Fred tailing him. “We have a proposition for you. A real win-win deal.”

“We? As in him too?” She signalled toward Fred, who’s head was bowed in deep shame like a disobedient dog.

“Yes we,” George elbowed Fred before continuing. “It was his idea actually to include you.” Now that was interesting.

“The house competition ends tomorrow and it seems the trophy is missing.” Fred rubbed his previous attacked arm before continuing. “We know that Tom from your house has it hidden somewhere, and you know exactly where it is.”

“And? Why would I help you betray my own team?.”

“Because we all know Tom is a massive prick who needs humiliating, and he’d deserve it too with everything he said about you.” George looked at her meaningfully.

“At midnight tonight you will help us get it from his cabin, and George will set up the distractions.”

She was horrified at that. “Why cant you do the distracting? If I’m doing this, I’m doing it with George.”

“He can’t do much distracting when he’s the less handsome twin,” George winked. “Besides, I’m the fireworks expert.”

“This is all for the sake of a prank isn’t it? The two of you are ridiculous.”

“Pranking is within our nature,” Fred shrugged. “It would be cruel to suppress it.”

“Are you two used to people listening to the utter shite you speak, or am I the only one with the misfortune?” They both grinned at this.

“Fine. Yes. Okay, I’ll do it.”

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The silence was eating away at her faith. This didn’t feel right, everything was quiet. Too quiet. She couldn’t hear the chirping of the crickets, or the rustling of leaves stuck in the wind’s embrace.

“Fred we should really go and check on him. This isn’t right.”

Fred wasn’t a stranger to the feeling; in fact he felt like that every time he was parted from George. Half of his soul, half of him. It was never right, but he wasn’t ignorant to what she was feeling either.

They took off towards George’s hideout, before Fred came to an abrupt stop.

“What? What’s wrong? What is it?” She questioned with haste, before noticing a flashlight flickering on the forest ground. It was blinking in urgency; on and off and on and off. It was aggressively bright, flooding the area surrounding with artificial light. That was supposed to be George’s signal. Where is he?

“Well that’s creepy as shit,” Fred commented, taking a casual notice of a distant figure lingering just beyond the light’s touch.

George must’ve leaked our plan. He thought to himself. Useless git.

The figure began approaching however, with heavy rushing footsteps. Fred placed a protective arm in front of y/n on instinct, he felt nauseated that his natural instinct was to do anything of the sort. To her.

He stepped ahead, placing himself only a few feet away from the new person. He was close enough now to see them fully.

They had the build of a man with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. There were no eyes on their face, just sunken regions of skin where some might have been, adorned with scarred tissue. Notably there was no mouth either, just a gaping hole were one was supposed to be; A mask.

“Alright mate from one prankster to another, the costume is overkill but I applaud the dedication.”

“Fred…”y/n began to urge. Her eyes beginning to adjust to the thing adjacent. How hadn’t she noticed before?

Fred threw a dismissive wave at her.

“Look, I do honour my pride but we could collaborate on this house prank. Double the effect of the humiliation, bigger win. I’m sure Tom would shit himself at the sight of you.”

“Fred!”

“Cant you see I’m networking here?” Fred scolded, oblivious.

“Fred look at it! I mean actually look!”

Fred saw it now; the skin loose and peeling from the sides of its face, that his brain had originally convinced itself was a mask. This wasn’t a costume and that wasn’t its face. This was a creature that was figuring out what a human face was supposed to look like, but it didn’t have all the materials and it wasn’t finished learning.

He took notice of the silver point peeking from beyond its coat. An axe. A thick crimson red coating it’s blade like a second skin.

“Y/n RUN!”

“No shit!”

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Racing after Fred’s physical and vocal lead, the thought of her imminent death became all too plausible. Their voices were intwined in a harmonious plead for help; to warn, to scare, to do something.

They reached the first cabin, their hearts beating in a rhythmic dance. Her focus on their escape delaying the urge to search her surroundings. Or rather, lack of.

“Fred?”

“Yes?”

“Where is everyone?”

“What do you mean? They’re in their bunks surely. We’ll need to get everyone out immediately.”

“Right, and where are we?”

“The bunks.”

“And who’s here?”

Fred’s head snapped up in disbelief, noticing the empty beds around him. Before logic could grace his one remaining braincell’s lonely existence, he raced outside.

Y/n sank to her knees, reality hitting. The thump of Fred’s urgent knocks at each cabin matching the pounding in her head. Everyone was gone.

She got up, raw determination pumping in her veins like adrenaline. They needed to get to the kitchens. There would be knives there, a heavy bolted door. There they stood a chance.

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“Oh look you weren’t that far off with the serial killer joke earlier, you just forgot to mention the massive bloody axe he’s carrying!” Fred snarled at her, his voice hoarse from the terror clawing at his throat. The earlier fear was well gone now, the two of them already returning back to their usual bickering.

“Why the fuck is he chasing us for?” She whisper yelled at him, accusation laced in her tone, choosing to ignore his previous sarcastic remark.

“How the fuck should I know?” He shouted back, glaring at her in the process.

“I don’t know because you’re… you!” She argued, turning away from him and evaluating the cabin.

“My apologies then, it seems I left my psychic powers at home today!” He spat out, blocking the kitchen door with any object in his path.

“If he doesn’t kill you I’ll do it myself,” she huffed out, just for the sake of getting the last word in the argument.

Fred ran a hand through his shaggy hair in frustration, before taking notice of her still frame. She stood perfectly straight, like a puppet held up by its strings. Her hands clasped in a tight fist, the skin turning red from the tension.

“What?” He interrogated, purely annoyed by her presence but intrigued in her reaction all the same. “What is it?”

“If the campers aren’t here,” She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fear. “Then who’s blood is that?”

He took notice of her face, once illuminated by the silver glow of the moonlight,now was masked by a deep maroon.

He followed her gaze, transfixed on the window in an involuntary daze. The glass was tainted red, blood gathering under it in a thick pool of bubbling heat. If it wasn’t coming from the inside, that could only mean one thing.

“We’re fucked.”

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A/n: I took an educational trip to a bench in the cemetery for inspo for this, just for my IBS to kick in and I had to run fifteen minutes home so I didn’t shit myself in front of the resting souls❤️ I will never try to be aesthetic again lesson learnt.

@thescrunkler @stock0hoim

[i-yyzw-cq]

LUMAX FEAR STREET AU

[greekgeek24]

Eddie hurried after Steve. The Omega was almost completely out of sight, the darkness of the trees enveloping him. That was unacceptable to Eddie’s Alpha.

There he was! In that stupid preppy polo, which was too tight. Eddie couldn’t decide whether to rip it off or force Steve to wear his vest… “Steve!”

“What do you want from me!” Steve yelled. “You broke up with me!”

“You left!” Eddie grabbed him, pushing him up against a tree. 

“I didn’t want to leave!” Steve snapped back.

Whatever he said next was lost on the Alpha. His gaze had fixated on the Omega’s mouth, and he was suddenly overcome by the desire to shut Stevie up. So, he did. Eddie slammed his mouth on Steve’s, effectively muffling anything more the Omega had to say. 

Steve floundered for a moment before he was kissing Eddie back.

[silverwolfdesign]

🡒 ✨ 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 & 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 • 𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘬 & 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘤𝘩

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Maya Hawke Characters X Reader idea’s for you!

ROBIN BUCKLEY (STRANGER THINGS 3)+(STRANGER THINGS 4)…(STRANGER THINGS 5)

Robin Buckley X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Robin Buckley X Werewolf!Reader

Robin Buckley X Daki!Reader

Robin Buckley X Mute!Reader

Robin Backley X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Robin Buckley X Hydrokinesis!Reader (inspired by Aang from the last airbender)

Robin Buckley X Girlfriend!Reader

Robin Buckley X Demon!Reader

Robin Buckley X Siren!Reader

Robin Buckley X Mermaid!Reader

Robin Buckley X Zombie!Reader

Robin Buckley X Lesbian!Reader

Robin Buckley X Bisexual!Reader

Robin Buckley X Twin!Reader

Robin Buckley X Maleficent!Reader

Robin Buckley X Enchantress!Reader

Robin Buckley X Captain Marvel!Reader

Robin Buckley X Harley Quinn!Reader

Robin Buckley X Raven!Reader (inspired by Rachel Roth from titans)

Robin Buckley X Cruella!Reader (inspired by Cruella 2021 version)

Robin Buckley X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Robin Buckley X Pyrokinesis!Reader (you can make, control and manipulate maroon pink fire)

Robin Buckley X Chorokinesis!Reader

Robin Buckley X Succubus!Reader

Robin Buckley X Famous Model!Reader

Robin Buckley X Singer!Reader

Robin Buckley X Famous!Violinist!Reader

Robin Buckley X Ashnikko!Reader

Robin Buckley X Harrington!Twin Sister!Reader (your Steve Harrington’s twin sister)

Robin Buckley X Flirty!Reader

Robin Buckley X Nezuko!Reader

Robin Buckley X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: vengeance)

Robin Buckley X Sapphire witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

HEATHER WATKINS (FEAR STREET: 1994)

Heather Watkins X Serial Killer!Reader

Heather Watkins X Ghostface!Reader

Heather Watkins X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Heather Watkins X Werewolf!Reader

Heather Watkins X Mute!Reader

Heather Watkins X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Heather Watkins X Girlfriend!Reader

Heather Watkins X Telekinesis!Reader

Heather Watkins X Zombie!Reader

Heather Watkins X Ashnikko!Reader

Heather Watkins X Singer!Reader

Heather Watkins X Actress!Reader

Heather Watkins X Ghost!Reader

Heather Watkins X Succubus!Reader

Heather Watkins X Lesbian!Reader

Heather Watkins X Deaf!Reader

Heather Watkins X Emotionless!Reader

Heather Watkins X Gothic!Reader

Heather Watkins X Harley Quinn!Reader

Heather Watkins X Flirty!Reader

Heather Watkins X Depressed!Reader

Heather Watkins X Yandere!Reader

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Heather Watkins X Introverted!Reader

Heather Watkins X Daki!Reader

Heather Watkins X Scarlet witch!Reader

[weirdo09]

what if i just

[qulizalfos]

fear street / byler au - chapter 1

a slow pull, a seismic drift by qulizalfos on ao3

The next few minutes his tapping becomes more sluggish, arrhythmical — Creep is still blaring in his ears, and he lets his head lean on the windowpane, eyes shutting in incomprehensible exhaustion. If he could just give up, back out now, he would. What’s Mike even gonna say to him? Hi, here’s your shit, I still need you like I need air in my lungs, I need you like I need to go home and go to sleep, like I need to come up with some better, less desperate ways to say this to you. Hi Will, funny seeing you here, remember when we were best friends, wasn’t that fucked up? Hi Will, oh, that's good to hear, I don't really understand what the hell happened to us. Hi Will, tried to call —yeah, no, went straight to busy. Crazy, right— but can you just confirm that you don’t wanna talk to me anymore?  Will, did you mean it when you said—

for @bylerween2023 if you look very very carefully you can see my freaking the fuck outtttttttt <3 im so excited for this!!! also btw be sure to check tws; i'll put them in the end notes <3 happy reading!!!!!!!

[freddiegene]

Read the first chapter of my new fic Season of the Witch on ao3!

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi! I'm 21F looking for 18+ partners! I've honestly been having this idea of doing a Stranger things x fear street 1978 AU rp. Very much in the mood for a summer slasher rp with summer here. Steve x my oc. Text if interested!! Can be here or discord!! Will double up if asked!! 🖤🖤

Starter:

🪓🏕️~June 7th, 1986~ 🏕️🪓

Summer break, the best 2-3 months for all kids of all ages to be finally out of school. No more homework or annoying teachers with their boring lectures and no more shitty n disgusting lunches. No more school society. Now it was time for beaches, movies night, partying all night, getting High or shit face, make outs, sex, being out all night, summer carnivals etc. that's what marci honestly thought until last minute finding out that she was going to be a summer camp counselor to follow her brother at camp night wing. all thanks to her loving paranoid mother who was afraid that Dustin being all alone (despite knowing that the other knuckleheads are going) that these things will happen like A. Attacked or eaten by a wolf/bear, B. Get lost forever in the woods, C. Get severely injured by the camp activities or somehow accidentally drown in the lake, and or all the above.

A few days later, now there she was standing in a blue baseball tee in shorts with high white and blue striped socks plus her black converses and a backwards black cap. In the blazing hot sun, standing near the cafeteria waiting on the rest of the blue team camp counselors to arrive before orientation starts which means the rules, requirements, emergency numbers, what chores they are expected to do etc. and most importantly assigning/ claiming cabin rooms/bunks, honestly hope that she gets a good bunk buddy or someone ends up alone which is highly unlikely. All the counselors are required to arrive 4-5 hrs before the kids because they are the ones who are going to welcome them in, divide them into the red or blue team, settle them into their cabins, and give a tour of the camp.

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[cheernerds-a]

𝚃𝙰𝙶 𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘙 :

[okkotsuus]

"YOU'RE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE DAY I LOST YOU" (katsuki b.) !

features: katsuki bakugo

contents: fantasy au. angst. hurt/comfort/more hurt. mutual pining. barabrian!katsuki. fem!reader. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again. kidnapping. grief. crying. implied panic attack. major character death. no beta we die like men. 3.9k

notes: i've been yearning desperately to make bakugo say stoick's famous line from httyd2 (my second favorite movie)... if there's interest i'm considering continuing this into the canon verse with it being these two 'reincarnated'.

tagging: @saexy (for enabling and encouraging me in killing off characters) & @meristryker (for enabling me in the gc like a real one)

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die. watching the loving smiles of his parents, the gentle caress of his father's hand to soothe his mother's unbridled anger: it made his stomach churn.

yet, at the tender age of seven, while on a trip to a nearby village to discuss the war shifting on the horizon, he finds himself absolutely smitten by their chieftain's daughter. wide e/c eyes peeking out from behind her mother's leg, hands clutching onto the hem of the long skirt.

katsuki finds himself enamoured in that instance, seeing sweet you, looking at the boy with such curious eyes. he stomps over to you: temper even fiery in his youth. his hand grabs onto yours as he hauls you out from behind the safety of your mother.

under the dim candlelight of the meeting room, flickering flames cast dancing rays across your skin. his chubby little face is scrunched into a scowl, tugging you out of the room and into the courtyard with a tenderness that betrayed his expression.

"i'm katsuki and you better not forget it!" his pitchy voice calls, still dragging you behind him. he looks over his shoulder, soft red eyes narrowed in what was an attempt to be intimidating.

but when he sees the relaxing of your eyelids, falling slightly in contentment, with a warm smile that rivals any feeling of victory: the mask of indifference slips in a blink of an eye. red dusts over the slops of his face, baby-fat painted the same carnelian as his eyes. his small hand grips tighter onto yours, as if he never would let you go.

your chubby little face stretches as your smile widens into a toothy grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. "got it, katsuki, i'm y/n!" he swears your voice is just like the lullaby his mother would hum while rocking him to sleep, bringing a rush of warmth through his chest.

that day, katsuki bakugou falls terribly in love with y/n l/n.

the two of you are deemed inseparable, hands always connecting like opposing poles of a magnet. pinkies intertwined stronger than any woven cloth. it's as pure and innocent as it can be.

if one were to see y/n, then it was irrevocably certain that katsuki was a few steps away. it sends rumors spiralling through the lands that there will be a union between the bakugo barbaricum and l/n dynasty. you're only eight when there's an attempt made for your hand.

the thought of two families as powerful as you and katsuki's joining was a fearful thing to many. it spelled doom for many weaker civilizations, those who had dug their own graves with their actions.

your family, blessed be you to have been born to loving parents in a world such as this, easily rejects the many proposals. the l/n dynasty is in a state of power where they are not forced to fend for their village: allowing you this freedom.

running through the streets of his stronghold, chasing each other for the sake of some game that was the farthest thing from either of your minds. katsuki feels whole when you are at his side. the world doesn't seem so ugly, he doesn't feel so angry, everything sings the hymns of the heavens.

he can't pull his ruby eyes off of your form by the age of fifteen. the katsuki you had known, baby-faced with a slight stutter, has began to fill out into a man. his shoulders broaden and begin to carry thick cords of muscle. the chubbiness of his cheeks begins to give rise to sharper angles. his whiny voice is pushed aside by a more gravelly tone. he shoots up like a sprout, hunching over slightly in faces that used to fit him so easily.

but he isn't the only one who is growing into his frame. your shoulders soften at the corners, collarbones visible with every slight movement. your baby fat begins to settle and collect on your hips, rounding them. those toothy grins of yours become framed by pretty lips, always looking soft as a pillow. clothes that used to drape over your like a sheet now feel tighter in certain places, stretching over curves that popped up overnight.

the two of you don't know what to do with yourselves, stolen looks when the other isn't looking. you still hook pinkies, but the touch sends flares of heat running up the back of your neck. it's like you were just meeting each other for the first time all over again.

katsuki feels like a damn sap with the way his heart thunders under his skin: threatening to burst out. he's too taken to notice the heat that was rising to your face whenever he was around, the way your hands nervously would grip onto the swaying fabric of your skirt. too blind to see that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

hurried words, lingering touches, sneaking glances, the two of you had every hint of love right in front of your faces. yet, there's a hesitance that lingers in the back of young minds: afraid that falling in love would end up with no one catching them.

unsurprisingly, katsuki is the one who jumps first. it's a quiet night, the moon is high in the sky. his breath puffs out in front of him like smoke, winter beginning to show herself once more.

you looked too beautiful under the soft azure glow that the celestial sky casts upon you, he simply couldn't bear another moment without you known how much his very soul ached for you.

on the eve of his sixteenth birthday he whispers the words like a prayer, voice softened and gentle for once in his life. "y/n... you plague my every waking thought, i cannot let my heart beat any longer without it being yours."

e/c eyes widen as your head snaps to him, lips parting in shock. katsuki beats you to it, rough palms (once baby-soft) cupping your cheek with a tenderness he was unaware he possessed.

the stars illuminate the sunkissed slopes of his cheekbones, showing the fine lashes that fan out over his eyes. katsuki was ethereal, in every sense of the word, it catches your breath in a hitch. your mind stumbles through everything you could say right now, desperately trying to find the perfect response.

but when the pads of his thumbs drag over the apples of your cheeks, leaving a buzz in the wake of his touch, all rational thought leaves as you allow words to flow like a stream. "i have loved you longer than i have known you, katsuki." your voice is hushed, only filling the small space between the two of you: like a secret that only he and you would ever know.

it sends a trill up your spine when his eyes visibly soften, his face had been growing more and more sharp by the day but only when he was with you did the curve of his cheeks soften. he turns back into a boy around you, as you turn back into a girl when held so gently between his hands.

katsuki surges forwards, nose clumsily knocking against yours, teeth colliding with your own. he's inexperienced, never having kissed a girl, much less even though of kissing anyone but you. you both are a mess, giggling softly through messy pecks smearing over each other's faces. it feels like you're both those giddy kids once more, chasing the other through the cobbled streets of your village. he makes your heart sing.

it was even harder to be apart from him now, hands fully clasped together as you walk through the streets of either of your hometowns. yet, no one is surprised. neither of your parents nor his even bat an eye when you announce the courtship at a family dinner.

love is as natural as breathing for you and katsuki. inherently you have always known exactly what the other needs. he knows just how much you like the wildflowers that grow en-route between your homes. you know just how much he likes when you rise on your tiptoes and press a kiss against the corner of his lips.

it's young and dumb, a rush of big emotions and smiles that stretch your cheeks so far they ache. once you both are eighteen, katsuki turns the courtship into a betrothal. an elegant gold ring, with a garnet slotted right in the center, it sits pretty on your ring finger. his band is thicker, small e/c gemstones scattered along the surface. when in battle he loops it through a chain around his neck: pressing a kiss to the ring before charging forwards.

the world has known y/n l/n and katsuki bakugo have been in love for nearly twelve years, official for three, and betrothed for one. the bakugo barbaricum and the l/n dynasty have began making their plans to unify upon the wedding. it sparks a wave of unease in the badlands.

all it takes is an emissary sent from the dark forest for your world to crumble into shambles. a demon who seems to be the land's scourge reincarnated, hand that turn all to ash, pillages your beloved village. he comes in tow with a mimic and a fire mage. destruction rains as you are brought to the center as their singular demand is you.

your eyes lock with the demon's red eyes, a color that had made you feel so safe until now. the hair on the nape of your neck stands pin-straight as his hand extended towards you: palm up.

a flurry of emotions rush through you like a burst dam, memories of katsuki at the forefront. you want to be selfish, to damn him and his band of criminals to hell, to fight back despite the gravity of the situation. but he is bringing terror upon the people you swore to protect with your life.

so, you step forwards, soft hand sliding into his own. never had a rough palm felt like daggers against your skin, never had you so violently despised the way carmine shines in the light of blue flames.

to save your people, your family, the home you have known your entire life: you go. swept away in black mist. the last thing you see of that place is the bakugo horde rushing towards the gates, your eyes lock with katsuki's before the void claims you.

katsuki lets out a guttural scream as her charges head first into the miasma, falling onto the ground as the last wisp flows just through his fingers. his fist slams against the ground, hands gasping at the dirt you had just been on. he allows himself to cry in front of someone other than you, a wail echoing through the ruins of your village.

that day, you disappear off the face of the realm. no matter how many search parties are sent into the dark forests in the badlands, they all return empty-handed (if they return at all). katsuki keep his ring around his neck, so it beats against his bare chest with every movement: like a reminder of how it felt when his heart actually beat .

scars wind around his arms, around his biceps, over his forearms, across his shoulders. his face is hardened, permanent frown on the lips you used to kiss so tenderly. he's angrier than ever, fuse short as his attention span.

he is a shell of the man he had been, going through the motions of survival but never truly being alive.

this persists for a grueling two years. for seven-hundred and thirty days. for seventeen-thousand five-hundred twenty hours. he is separated from the only person that has ever felt like home, the woman he has loved longer than he knew how to read.

he masks it behind his ego, boisterous laugh to hide the ringing in is ears that hadn't been able to stop. he's more violent the field, less forgiving when in training with kirishima. the explosions that thunder from his palms produce a blackened smoke that lingers and settles in his lungs like a fog.

yearning hits him late at night when he lays alone in bed, a bed that you had once shared with him. silent tears pour, running down the sides of katsuki's face as he stares blankly up at the ceiling. his breath feels short as his chest heaves to get air in. the man's mind is clouded with the look on your face as those bastards took you. he can still remember every single little twitch of your expression when you finally saw him. he remembers the way your breath hitched. he remembers the tears that began to pool at the corners of your eyes.

but, most of all, he remembers not seeing you: for what feels like the first time in his life.

katsuki cannot recall when he finally fell asleep, or if he ever even truly did. his dreams are plagued with you anyways, so the line between memory and dream is thin as a tightrope.

he has a dream that he makes it in time to save you and wakes up alone. that one sticks with him for months, hanging over him like a shadow. if he was only a minute sooner, a stride faster, reacted quicker. maybe you would be in his arms right now instead of gods know where.

relief comes in a rumor that circles in a tavern that a woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes was spotted wondering through the dark forest. katsuki doesn't hesitate, he makes no effort to send out a scout party. he rides at dawn, horse hooves beating against the grass in a frenzied gallop as he makes his way into the badlands.

none of the rouges or thieves hope to stand a chance with him, the smart ones don't even try. he vanquishes the less fortunate with a single swing of his cutlass. the man doesn't stop to rest, only to water his horse and allow it to graze while he catches a brief nap.

his horse comes to a stop right outside the dark forests, whinnying in rejection to enter. katsuki doesn't blame the poor thing, this was the kind of place people went with no intention to come back from. he dismounts, not tying his horse off: it would return with a whistle.

the forest is eerie, yawning opening that is reminiscent of a gaping mouth. but he didn't fear. because at this point, he'd rather not come back if it meant he wasn't coming back with you.

footfalls crunching against leaves and sticks echo through the dim lit treeline. the canopy is so thick that it completely obscures the bright sunlight katsuki has just been under: the perfect place for criminals to hide. the trees creak and groan, as if the land itself was breathing and living.

only when he hears the snap of a twig does he stop, his head snaps around, a flash of h/c darting just out of the corner of his visions. the man's heart stops as he stumbles to pursue, not minding the whipping of low handing branches against his face. not when he could see you darting through the underbrush.

he finally sees you in the full when you run into a path dead-ended by brambles. it's really you. y/n, his y/n.

but you look over your shoulder with such a forlorn look it makes his heart ache in his chest. you don't believe that it's really him. "toga, this isn't funny, it's cruel to keep making me see him." your voice is rougher than he remembered, as if your throat had been worn. it makes his fists clench at his sides.

the mimic had been wearing his face, just to torment you?

just the thought of it sends a rage burning deep in his chest. he has no way of knowing what you have been through. katsuki couldn't protect you: like he always feared he would fail to do.

his steps toward you are hesitant, ruby red eyes softening the second he sees your face. his heart is pounding out of his ribs, it makes him wonder if you can hear it.

a rough hand reaches up to roughly tug the chain that held his engagement band around his neck, the links snapping and clattering to the ground. he doesn't even look at it. with a gentleness, he holds out the ring to you.

your eyes dart back between the metal and him, hands tentatively reaching for it. the thundering race of your heartbeat is all you can hear. your hands, once soft, now rough as his bush against his own as you roll the ring between your fingers.

katsuki's heart breaks when he feels the callouses on your fingertips. he lowers slowly to his knees in front of you, tears fighting their way to prick at the corners of his eyes. he looks up at you like you are the light in the world, a goddess before him. in a way, you are, because he had prayed to every deity to hold you again, even if it was only once more.

"you're as beautiful as the day i lost you." his words come out in a rasp. thick emotion coursing through his chest; nearly choking him.

he watched your eyes widen, tears pooling as you too crash onto the ground. your arms wrap tight around his neck, face pressed side-by-side with his own. strong arms encircle your waist in an instant, pressing you closer with an urgency.

"katsuki... oh gods, katsuki..." you don't even know what to say, just repeating his name like a desperate prayer. your cheeks are wet and your chest aches but you don't care, because he's finally here.

lips clash desperately, just as messy as the kiss the two of you first shared five years ago. it's a mess of teeth and tongue as your fingers tangle into ash-blonde hair, his hands finding the back of your head and your hip. he sucks the breath out of you, as if wanting to absorb you into his being.

and you'd let him if he asked.

carmine eyes search for e/c, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls back to study your face. it's like you never left. your eyes are tired, there's some grime on your cheeks, a soft scar above your eyebrow that you've had since you were thirteen.

the softest smile spreads on his face, forehead pressing against yours as his lashes flutter shut. katsuki lets out a deep sigh, one he had been holding for nearly two years now.

warmth blooms in your chest as everything finally settles back into place like puzzle pieces. your hearts beat in sync, you draw breath when he exhales, everything is right in the world once more.

but your heart skips a beat as your eyes open to see that cursed white hair with horns peeking out from below it. tomura shigaraki. a wicked smirk on his lips as he's leaned back against a tree, simply watching.

your hands grip tighter onto the back of the shawl draping over katsuki's shoulders, breathing turning shaky and ragged.

no. no. no. they couldn't take this from you. not again. not after how hard you fought to escape the league just at the fleeting chance of being able to see the man you love. this had to be some cruel joke, right? a trick of the light, maybe...

even you aren't naive enough to believe that, your eyes close as you lean against katsuki, head burying into the crook of his neck. your fiddle with his hands to slip the ring back onto it's rightful place on his third finger. a part of you had already resigned to being ripped away again.

after two years with the demon, you learned firsthand what shigaraki was capable of. and you were not going to allow katsuki to find it out as well.

your legs shook as you stood, a weak smile given at your lover's confused look. "i'll always love you, 'suki, you know that." his eyes widen as his head nods, brows furrowing.

"then let me keep you safe."

carnelian irises widen in realization as his head turns to look back, growl ripping from his chest at the sight of the scourge of the realm's protege. his hands immediately reach for the hilt of his sword, explosions popping in his palms.

but you're already beginning to approach. katsuki seizes you in one arm, hauling you away like the day you first met. he runs through the forest with you: knowing that shigaraki would not allow the both of you to leave.

he bounds over winding tree roots, holding you steady and tight against his chest. the impending sense of doom begins to crawl up the back of his neck, but he needs you to be safe.

with you in his arm, he stumbles out of the forest, shrill whistle leaving his lips as the sound of hooves grows closer. with ease he sets you up on the saddle, but he does not join. you realize immediately what is about to happen. "katsuki-"

"no. it's my turn to keep you safe, y/n. i've always loved you, and i always will. in every life i will find you, and in every life, i will protect you." his words bring tears to your eyes as you desperately stake your head, sobs bubbling past your lips.

shigaraki creeps out of the forest and he delivers a harsh smack to the horse's haunches, sending it galloping away. within a second later a hand is reaching through katsuki's chest, mocking laugh against his ear.

"how heroic. i'll make sure you die slow, barbarian."

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die.

that was until he lay on the edge of the forest floor, lifeblood leaking from the gaping hole in the center of the chest. but he wasn't anguished: because he died for you, the only person who he would ever love.

okkotsuus 24

[hanniebaeee]

Cursed

Siren Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

Genre: fantasy au, romance, smut

Summary: You come to a little coastal town to learn more about its rich mythical history. And you come across a very handsome stranger, who's the answer to all your questions.

The wild wind whips through the town, carrying the salty tang of the ocean and the promise of a storm. You are here, in this little coastal town to learn more about the ancient myths surrounding it, for your research. No one really believes in them anymore - they're just myths. Just stories of monsters and creatures that belong in folklores and fairytales.

But some of the older residents still recount the nights they heard a beautiful voice, a song so heartbreaking and soulful that drifted through their windows, and beckoned them into the ocean. It's the hardest thing to fight that pull. And they shudder as they speak of the “cursed one”, before someone comes and tells them off for spreading rumors and fear. But this was hardly any material for your research. 

You skim through every book and the oldest newspapers and records, anything at all that can give you the slightest hint of their existence. When you start to lose hope, you find him. 

Hyunjin.

The first time you see him, he is watching the sunset at the beach, barefoot, the waves lapping at his feet. The wind toss his dark hair in every direction. You are just sketching into your notebook, thinking of leaving the town, when your eyes drift towards him. His presence is magnetic, his beauty….otherworldly.

He didn’t belong here. That much is obvious when he looks at you, his sharp, ethereal features too perfect to be human. His eyes, like the darkest of storm clouds, hold something heavy and magical in them. Something dangerous.

The townsfolk avoid him most of the time, whispering about him in hushed tones. They are terrified of his beauty and his strange allure. But against the best of your judgment, you just can’t stay away. You just know that he's the answer to all your questions.

Striking a friendship with him was so hard. He is wary of the town's people, and you're a newcomer. He doesn't know anything about you, and so, keeps you at a distance every time you try to start a conversation.

But you don't give up. One evening as you sit at the beach, sketching, he catches a glimpse of your art. And that's how you find your way in. He's completely mesmerized by it. You hand him your sketchbook, and he flips through the pages, eyes wide in awe and your heart skips a beat as you see the childlike wonder in them.

So the next time you meet, you gift him a sketch book and some pencils and pastels. Hyunjin's hands tremble as he accepts them from you. No one has ever done anything for him. He has never felt acceptance before. And now, here you are, wanting to share this with him.

And the more you talk, you notice things about him. He speaks of the ocean as if it was a lover he once cherished but now resents. And as you both bond over art, you see how much of a natural he is. All his drawings depict the ocean. A beautiful blend of blues and greens and turquoise.

And this paves way for something more. You notice, when he thinks you aren't looking, he watches you with a hunger in his eyes, with so much longing -  it sends shivers down your spine. As the days pass, you realize this is having more of an effect on you than you thought it would.

You hear it one night. Its so soft at first, you think you're still dreaming. But your eyes flutter open, and you sit up on your bed, your heart racing as you strain to pick up that tune.

And then it gets louder and clearer. You gaze out of the window, and the thrashing ocean and the storm that's brewing doesn't hinder the voice from enveloping you in a heartbreaking embrace.

And just like that, you're on your feet, and out of your little room you called home. You walk barefoot through the empty, dark streets. It's raining now - strong and heavy, but it does nothing to slow you down. It is like you have no choice at all - it's like your legs have a mind of their own. There is a fire burning within you, hot and bright, not just with desire, but also with what you know.

You follow the voice towards the old lighthouse, and then you see Hyunjin already there, sitting at the beach. You are both drenched, and the minute he sees you, he's up on his feet and pulling you into the lighthouse, away from the rain.

The wind howls through the broken windows of the old lighthouse. And Hyunjin isn't happy to see you. He had warned you not to follow him. He did his best to keep you away, even when he accepted your friendship.

“Why are you here?” His voice is a low growl.

His body looms over you, his raw power barely contained beneath his soaked shirt. His chest heaves, his eyes darkening as they meet yours.

“Because you wanted me to,” you whisper, the words barely audible over the wind. “You sang for me, didn't you?”

Hyunjin swallows, shaking his head as if that would turn you away. Every time he takes a step away, you feel his pull even stronger. His hands clenched into fists by his sides as he fights for control.

“You don’t understand.” he bites out.

But you do.

You’d seen the carvings in the sea caves, during your first few days at the town. The ancient symbols spoke of the sirens who once lured sailors to their deaths, and cursed creatures who could never fully return to the sea unless they bound themselves to a human soul.

You were a little heartbroken when you'd connected this knowledge to Hyunjin. You didn't want to believe it. But every time you saw him, it was a little more clear. 

“You’re a siren,” you breathe.

His jaw tightens, and he turns away, running a hand through his dripping hair as the storm rages on. You take a step closer, your fingers brushing against his arm, and he shudders under your touch.

“Why are you here?” you ask. 

Hyunjin gazes at you, his eyes dark and stormy like the sea.

“Because I can’t go back.” He struggles to say this. “The curse won't let me-”

“Without binding a soul to yours?”

“I’m not like them,” he rasps. “I don’t want to take a life just to return to the sea. I stayed because I can't do that.”

“Hyunjin, is there no other way?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “I'm fine here. I get to be near the ocean. I'm fine.”

You slip your hand into his, giving it a little squeeze. Your eyes meet, and you see pain in them. You cup his cheek with your hand, and he leans into your touch. Before you know it, his lips are on yours, so warm and salty. You can taste the ocean on them. 

He pulls you against him with a fiery desperation that leaves you breathless. His hands are everywhere, roaming over your body. You can feel the power in him, the centuries of longing and restraint crumbling away as he gives in to the desire.

His lips move down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers your name softly.

“Please don't do this to me,” he begs, as he breathes in your scent. “I can’t take you with me. I won’t.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “Then don’t leave me.”

Hyunjin’s lips ghost over your collarbone, as his hands move up your thighs and under your dress. 

The walls of the old lighthouse groan, as the scent of brine and storm pour in through the windows. He presses you against the damp wall, his hands running over your hot skin.

You could see the conflict in his eyes. He wants you so bad, but he knows what it'll mean. You just cup his cheek with your hand, bringing his face closer to yours, and kiss him again. You can feel all his self control melting away as he finally gave in. He's quickly pushing your panties down your legs. His fingers are in your folds - so gentle and soft. Your breath comes out in uneven gasps and you close your eyes, losing yourself in this moment completely. 

You whine softly as his fingers slip into your hole. He's moving them in and out gently, and you're so wet, and so needy.

“Please-”

His eyes meet yours again, as if asking for permission. You nod, and he pushes down his own pants, and lifts you in his strong arms. He pushes into you slowly, the sensation so overwhelming, almost too much. His name escapes your lips in a breathless cry as he moves against you. It's so slow at first, making sure you are completely adjusted to him, before the pace picks up.

Everything blurs together, and in that moment, you feel like you're being completely consumed by him. You hold onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back, urging him to go faster, deeper.

His grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts faster. And you can feel that knot inside you, ready to break any moment. And when it does, a wave of pleasure crashes over you, and you whimper his name, your legs going weak. Hyunjin follows right after, his body trembling as he buries his face in your neck. You feel him twitch inside you, and he moans as he spills deep inside you.

For a moment, you both just stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms. The silence is broken by the eerie wail of the wind. 

“What if I want to help you?” The words slip out before you can stop them.

Hyunjin pulls out of you slowly and sets you down. He pulls his pants up with a strange expression on his handsome face. You feel his cum dribble down your thigh, and he notices too because he's quickly taking off his shirt and kneeling before you.

Your eyes fall on his toned chest and lower, towards his abdomen and hips, you can see a discoloration. You think they're bruises at first, but no - they're scales. Beautiful shimmery turquoise scales. 

“Don’t.” He says, his voice raw and barely above a whisper. “Don’t say that.”

He carefully wipes you clean and helps fix your clothes, as you blush. 

“But if I want to-” You step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. His breath hitches, and you can see that he's fighting himself to maintain some control.

“You don’t know what you’re offering. I shouldn't have called out to you. I didn't do it on purpose, I can't help it-”

Your heart races as he gives you a sad look. 

"You don't understand what you're asking of me," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

But you didn’t care. You don't care what this is. You press your lips to his and his body presses against yours, solid and warm. 

"I don’t care what happens," you whisper breathlessly against his lips, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

His eyes reflects the storm outside -  wild and untamed, as if he was fighting against something deep inside him - some part of his soul he had been keeping at bay for centuries.

His lips found yours again, softer this time.

"You're mine," he whispers, his voice filled with a dark edge that sends a thrill through you. "No curse, no ocean, nothing will take you from me."

In the distance, the sea raged on, its dark waters churning in the storm. You can almost feel its pull, the ancient magic of the ocean trying to take Hyunjin away. It was trying to call him back home. 

"I will not bind your soul," he tells you. "I cannot do that to you."

You nod, and he kisses you again. He may not bind your soul, but you are already bound to him, not by any ancient curse, but with love. The sea may call to him, but at this moment, you know that he wants you, and he's not letting go. And not even the ocean can take him away.

a/n : Divider by @saradika 🤍

[sempersirens]

iuvenalis

part one of strangers in the night

a joel miller au

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author's note: welcome to part one of strangers in the night! this is going to be a six part anthology of joel x reader meeting throughout different lifetimes. expect a lot of angst, pining, and yearning. i'm so excited for each and every era i have planned. they will all be different kind of stories but will pretty much be heartbreaking across the board. thank you for reading and don't forget to follow my updates blog @sempersirenswrites as i don't have a taglist!

warnings etc (spoilers): [historical fantasy au] no outbreak (yet...), ancient rome, reader is a vestal virgin, implied misogyny/sexism/patriarchal society, angst, punishment for sexual transgression is being buried alive (not graphic), historically accurate, no smut, no use of y/n, this has not been beta read pls forgive any errors!

Rome, 216 BCE

The door creaks as it opens. 

You know this dance by now. You should’ve anticipated the wooden shrill beneath your toes alerting the entire household of your deviltry one final time.

The walls hold their breath as you descend to the floor below, the warmth from the hypocaust crawling up your shins.

Yet, all remains still. Not even the feral cats who roam the cobbled streets stir from their slumber. 

Tomorrow they will march you down this road; praetorian guards brushing your bare shoulders with no fear of corruption.

But dawn is yet to break and your palms yet to dampen with fear.

“Iuvenalis?” The muggy air clamps around your throat as you speak for the first time in days.

You know his footsteps as intimately as you know the beat of his chest. Months moving in darkness, knowing one another only under the veil of the night. You’d recognise the weight of his step if you were robbed of each and every sense.

“Mea columba.” 

You shut your eyes as his sweet, misplaced worry fills your ears.

“Iuvenalis.” You breathe his name, surrendering to his hands desperately finding their way from your waist to your cheeks.

“You are too trusting of these streets, mea columba.” My dove. You hadn’t seen him the first time he saw you. It had been the day of your inauguration; he says he mistook your hair for a dove in flight. Wild, white, and too soft for the wind tangled within it.

“These are streets I played in as a girl. They have treated me well.” 

“But, tomorrow-,”

“Tomorrow is a far-off thought, corculum. Be with me as I am now. That is all I ask.”

He nods. You know he disagrees, but tonight he swallows any indication of contention as he silently takes your hand in his and leads you toward the walls of the city.

You can see the Colosseum from here. You always hated the wretched thing. Slaves and beasts banished to Tartarus simply to divert the eyes of Rome far away from treaties signed in the stands.

You hated how as a daughter of Vesta, your presence was expected at each game. As a girl, your father had once caught you squeezing your eyes shut as two lean slaves delivered their final blows to one another's pink flesh.

“You think me naive to have taken up the post, do you not?”

His brows pierce into his forehead as he considers your question.

“I think your family cruel to sentence you to death from girlhood. I think the Gods merciless for requiring such sacrifice.”

"You are brave to speak of the Gods so recklessly." You scoff. Part of you feels guilty; he was devout when he found you. All soldiers must be; how could you believe in nothing as the enemy charges toward you?

It didn't take long for you to become his temple. You replaced his exaltation; the ripples of your thighs his temple; your stifled moans his prayer.

You had corrupted him just as much as he had you.

"Let them hear me. I would sooner accompany you to Elysium than press my head to the altar of these false prophets."

"You don't know what you speak, Iuvenalis."

His grip finds your arm, turning you to feel his breath against your forehead.

"You are dimidium animae meae, there is no punishment I would not endure to remain by your side in this life and the next."

"What a wretched soul you must have for that to be so."

His fingertips find your cheek before you even notice the tears falling.

"We could still flee. I would grow old in the slums of Carthage if it meant I could watch your hair turn grey."

"Traders would recognise a Vestal Virgin as far as Babylonia."

"Then we will go farther."

His beard scratches beneath your palm.

"I will not lament any longer, corculum. Tomorrow, you will walk beside me, and then I beg you turn and do not look back. I can't bear to think of you watching."

For the first time this night, a smile creeps across his cheeks.

"You forget the man with whom you speak. I will be at your side until they drag me from you."

The crowds in the street do not look at you as you walk.

Your mother wails somewhere behind you, but she is blocked by a procession of praetorian guards. She does not weep in sorrow, but in shame that her only daughter approaches the grave unchaste.

He is there, beside you. The guards that encircle you owed their lives to his leadership in a battle on foreign soil.

Your fingertips brush against one another as you walk. You are already ruined, you think, what more could they punish you with?

You think that if not for his presence, you would fall to your knees in the street. You would claw at your skin and the cobbles beneath you, leave scratches in the road and beg to be forgiven.

But he is there, and you will not leave the world as you came into it.

The priest waits at the end of the procession. Iuvenalis' fingers weave between your own, and he squeezes three times as the water is brought forth. Enough to last you a day; their hands are clean if they keep you alive for a little while.

A final prayer is read, and the crowds turn their backs. His hand squeezes tighter; you fear he will not release you.

"No," you mutter, loud enough for only him to hear.

The guards herd you both forth like cattle, the marble descent to your tomb the only viable path for you now.

But he is still here.

Your palms grow damp as the men flock closer.

"No!" You shake your head, searching the faces of the praetorian for an answer.

"It's okay, mea columba. It's going to be okay."

The realisation sinks into your skin like a tick; he never intended for you to enter your grave alone.

The light grows dim as you both are forced into the chamber, and silence rings out above you. Soon, everything goes dark.

You weep and beat into his chest, engulfed almost entirely by darkness. Slim arrows of light beat across his face, and he is here, smiling down at you.

"Why condemn yourself?" You choke between gulps of grief.

"You think I would wait to walk the fields of Elysium by your side? There is nothing for me on this plain of existence without you. Dimidium animae meae. You are half of my soul, I will follow you anywhere. Even into death."

Under the darkness you began, in the darkness, you would end.

[amazzwon]

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