#yes scar is here. i felt bad because i left him out of my previous post and he TECHNICALLY was there for one(1) video

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one of those memes from 2015 but the 'guess the build' crew

this one

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AKADMD Ch. 25

Mothman Shigaraki is the new king, so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.

Warning: Possessive Mothman Shigaraki, Dabi and Lyra fluffy smuts, death, references to knotting, cussing

Captured by the Order is not so bad. Things come to a head as You fight and struggle for your people. Worse, you go into labor.

@lovingbadguys @balanceisrelative @nut-in-me-jojo

Ch24 < previous chapter

Chapter 25

The cell was nice as far as cold stone goes.

"It would have been better had we killed the children and made a stand against the Mothmen invaders. They are not that innocent, and those Mothmen were not your people," Your sister, Imogene, huffed, pacing. Scratching at her eye scars, she plops down next to you. Gently you moved her hand away from her eye.

"Scratching only makes it worse. Then it burns. I see things with this eye. What I saw made me think this is our best chance," you tell her.

"Lucky. I can't see anything out of this eye anymore. I hope it's worth it. I hope you're right. It's been an entire day. You felt those tremors? Those tremors are explosions. They always blame strangers. We are the strangers," Imogene snarked.

"Family is always worth taking a chance on. Is that not how mom raised us?" You shrugged. Casually changing the subject. There was no point in doubting yourself now. Rubbing your belly. A few hands or feet pressed against your palm. It felt like playing a game when they are not even born. You want to cry. They are so beautiful, and you haven't seen them yet. You had to stop. Otherwise, you will end up bawling.

"You barely remember her. But yes. Those were her views. Did Maude teach you that?"

"Maude and the book she left to me. Mama left a lot of little messages in it. Do you know why she named me differently from the rest of you? I've never been able to figure that out," you tell her. She looks around, then leans in.

"Because it was Pa who named you. You were his pride. Then mom died, and he gave up," Imogene shrugged. Sitting there in the cold, it is easy to mull over your past. Regrets and grief bubble to the surface. Maude scolds you for feeling pity for such a pathetic man.

"At least Shigaraki fights for what is his," Maude harrumphed in your head. Shut up! You viciously thought. You agreed, but you want it to be your thought. Not Maude's.

"I have been hearing and seeing Maude in my mind since her passing," you tell her. She should know you are going crazy. Imogene looked guilty as she stopped scratching.

"Maude is in a coma," Imogene said quickly. You process this news and are not sure if Imogene is lying to you to keep you sane or if it's true. You decide it doesn't matter in the here and now. You sign to Imogene you loved her and thank you for telling you. Blood welled in your black eye.

You felt numb around Shigaraki at first. You knew he was evil and wanted to survive. Slowly seeing a spurting open wound, you did everything possible to please him. At the center, a lonely black need to be loved and accepted. You saw yourself echo in Shigaraki and thought Maude was wrong. Love is possible. It was when he beamed with pride, and doted on you, the same way Pa used to before Mama died, is when you started to feel a healing in you begin.

"And then he got greedy and killed me. I haunt you because I have always loved you more. Because I worry for my precious little sister. Your heart will break, and you will head down the same path as Pa. You carry the last of Mama's spark. Pa was weak. He had to go. Ask Imogene," Maude coaxed in her soothing lullaby tones.

You're not even dead! The weak have no rights. I'm not weak. What? Maude is a voice in your head. One that you thought had disappeared when you discovered Maude was alive. How can she know something you don't know? Your face twisted in confusion as you turned to Imogene.

"D-d-d-did Adam or Maude kill-," your question breaks off when two men stop before the cell and peer in. The orders robes are starting to rankle you. A dying yellowed-haired man and a sleepy dark-haired one had a minor exchange before entering.

"Can the wingless queen follow us?" The dying man asked. The both of you scoff. The grubs stirred at his voice.

"But of course," you and Imogene respond simultaneously. You force yourself not to stare at your sister with the same dumbfounded look the men give you. A lot of surprises today. More importantly, ignoring the grubs. You can't let them know you're the one that's pregnant.

"Just the queen," he nervously chuckled. The grubs writhed at the sound of his voice.

"Impossible and unreasonable. It would be foolish to allow myself to be separated from the caregiver of my expectant condition," Imogene said. I shudder to think that Shigaraki might not notice if I'm gone. Imogene is that good.

"Or is the Order that fearful of a wingless Queen we must be treated like animals? You would think hundreds against two would be proper caution. Oh, how mighty," you pick up where she left off. The dark-haired one puts his hand on the dying one's shoulder and steps forward.

"I'm Aizawa. This is Toshinori, a member of the orders counsel board. Forgive our mistreatment. Of course, your guest can join us for a meal. Please follow us," He gestures. Imogene helps lift you, and you waddle down the hall after them. You will be so happy to get them out. The grubs are starting to get uppity inside you again. You signal Imogene to be on guard, both waddling after the men.

They seat you at a much shorter table for the Counsel can look down at you. A least an audience of 300 watched to witness the Counsel's mercy. The table is covered in delectables you cannot resist. See their mercy? They gave you a feast for a last meal. These people are backward. You shovel food in your mouth in the most un-ladylike fashion. Not that it could be helped. They only gave you spoons. Who knows when these pious monsters will feed you again? Your sister mimics you. Pouring water for you while you give her a roll you know she'll like. Your sister's mimicry makes you feel closer to her. It's sick, considering what you like most about Imogene is yourself. Upon reflection, maybe not. Maybe it's normal to love in many different ways.

"Don't worry. I like being you too," Imogene signed. You giggled at the shared secret. But began to consider how much of a lousy sister you are. Imogene knows you. However, she is an outsider to you.

"You are a most brattish sister. Extremely lazy. Didn't even take my lessons on manipulation to heart," Maude tsked. Lazy. Manipulation. You consider them closely.

They watched and waited until you had your fill. You've never seen these people before. Although, you recognize the high priestess from her mural at the church. Madam President, the only female member of the Order allowed to cut her hair. You assume the smug fool in a crown next to her is the king. They wait until you've had your fill before addressing you both.

"The crimes of the Wingless Queen are many," Madam president started when you interrupted.

"I like that title. Very appropriate. I'm assuming it's from Lyra. Where is she, by the way?" You ask, enjoying a large slice of strawberry and chocolate cake. You will have to steal the baker. It was odd feeding yourself. It was childish, but it made you smile when you thought of Shiggy. President scrunches her face in disapproval and annoyance at your interruption. Maude approved. Madam President continued by prattling off your many crimes, rage burning in President's eyes, much to your amusement. Not as good as the cake your sharing with Imogene, "What is the deviancy charge for again?"

"Copulation with a magical beast without the blessing of the king," She stated matter of fact. A seething rage boiled in your brain until you felt like you might explode. Maude's voice is niggling in the back.

"Some queen, if you let this bitch bully you. Mocking your king. Mocking your offspring. Do you think they will parade them around like the angel of the Order?" Maude taunted.

"That's rich. You recognize me as a Queen but not Shigaraki as a King? How arrogant to think you hold domain over all the magical beings. As for your other absurd charges, I don't recognize you as an authority to charge me with anything," you hiss back to Madam President. These people. A seething was twisting in you. The grubs are quiet as you let it knot in you.

"I know one of you is my Senpai. One of you has served the Order as a loyal member in the same high Order. It's for her we have not charged the wingless Queen," The calm voice of Hawks pipes up. The Angel of the Order is someone they parade around to reaffirm their divine authority. Imogene points at him and signs to you that one is not to be trusted. Watch out for him.

"Are we going to pretend that man is nothing more than someone you manufactured to control the gullible masses? I will tell you what your charges are," Imogene laughs. You pick up where she left off. Both work in tandem. Confusing the audience more.

"Only my charges have already had severe consequences. You murdered my mother. You murdered my siblings. You killed off a quarter of our village yearly with your greed. Then the worse atrocity. You tout beings like Hawks and other Knights as saviors and morale when you are a plague on our existence, rotting our society into obedience and apathy. It was easy for my family and our people to hate you. You have stolen our hopes, dreams, and lives. You moved the mana lines in your favor, and you've even stolen our nights," You spat at them like venom. Several of the Counsel shift uncomfortably. I take note. Those ones need to be removed. They knew about the curse, the one that prolonged the daylight. You rise and curse them. The timing is perfect as the earth rumbles beneath your feet.

"You WILL restore night and day equally. You will give us our lands, from the farm wastes to the black pit forests. You will release any captives you have, including Lyra and Kurogiri. Only then will we consider not wiping you out. Leave us alone. That is reasonable. That is the only way we will heal," you demanded of them.

Mera slammed an orb on the table, ordering for silence, as a ripple went through the crowd. Several looked as if they were about to chuckle when explosions reigned dust and debris from the ceiling, ruining the rest of the cake. The day turned to night. You and Imogene bellow in delight at their shocked and frightened eyes. The dragon and oracle of the blue rose scream in panic. They know their precious stone is taken. You sign for Imogene to close her eyes. She squeezes them shut and clutches a spoon.

"I sentence you!" You screamed, a burning hot pain shooting through your head as you forced your eye open. Releasing the knot that had been tightening the moment you entered this room. Pouring all your hurt, pain, and rage as you bend the evil eye to your will. It's your power, "Hate each other as much as you hate us! Feel our suffering!"

A hot jet of blood gushed down your face from your eye. The black descended on the mock court. A massive explosion rocked the earth. People screamed. The dying man shot up and stopped the roof from coming down. Imogene pounced on Aizawa, digging her spoon in a scooping out his eye.

"I'm sorry, sensei. But you will not stop my little sister!" Imogene shouted in the chaos. You thought the sudden movement in the room was the crowd trying to flee for the exits. It was for some. Others were trying to kill each other. Hawks had murdered Madam President. His eyes widen in shock at himself.  If they just had some love for us , you thought in wonderment. Imogene grabbed your wrist and stumbled with you to where you came from.

"It seems in your best interest to treat your future Queen well," Imogene cackled behind us, "My mate does not take kindly to sharing my attention."

"So true!" you beam with pride at Imogene. Looking out to the sky. Your heart is swelling thinking of Shigaraki. He's alive and will be coming for you. Suddenly your knees weakened. A sharp jagged pain shot down your middle. Hot fluid gushed between your legs. Puddling around your knees. Imogene held your hand in frozen shock.

"What's happening?" you whimpered to her. Her mouth dropped open, then snapped shut as she steeled herself and wrapped your arm over her shoulder. Lifting and forcing you to walk on your wobbly legs like a newborn faun.

"You're going into labor," she growled. Dragging you as a horrid thought popped into your head. Your heart sank. It was too soon.

"The price of magic," you sobbed. Imogene paled, and that was all the answer you needed. Shiggy had warned you, but you didn't listen.

"You can't give birth here. The hospital is nearby," Imogene grunted.

Shigaraki  lay there dying. His vision rapidly faded into blackness. Partially because he had used the Azure rose. The cluster of sapphire crystals that formed a spiral did resemble an abstract rose. He examined it in the last of the sunlight. It is like his perfection. I chill ran through him. That would be his only regret. He never liked anything enough to want to live before. It made him hate this world more. To give him something to live for, only to have it taken away. But he is sure he will see her again. He will wait and claw to you if his life mate is sent elsewhere. His wingless butterfly flew high without wings. Even in his last moments, he is hungry to press his hard body against your soft one and melt in you.

Shigaraki stared at the sky. He wasn't going to destroy everything. Keeping his word to you was part of his motivation. But when the Order took you, they signed their death contract. He grins. Satisfied that he created perpetual night. That will end everything painfully slow for the Order. He hopes they start to eat each other. That made him chuckle, and he gripped his side as he coughed blood. Four eyes blink down at him in frustration.  

"You bastard! The child cannot live without the sun. Even the moon knew that!" Darvish growls pacing. He swiftly bends and snatches the Azure rose from his hand. Twisting it, screaming, trying to get it to work. Shigaraki laughed harder and spurted more blood.

"I guess you'll have to save me if you want to live. Such a shame you will never have my mate," He spat, spraying Darvish with his blood. Darvish jerked in disgust and growled. This was ruining his plans. After his personal meeting with the moonbeam, he wanted her. Wanted to break her. Feel her wrapped around his knot. They had not expected The Order to request aid from other kingdoms.

Stars and stripes came from a highly militant and wealthy kingdom. They had been doing so well. The woman was a fierce warrior, trained in the art of combat since she was a child. Star was tall and muscular, her long blonde hair quaffed to resemble her mentor. The Pillar of light; All Might. She wore high shined, red, white, and blue armor covering her from head to toe, and her hands were wrapped in thick red gloves. Stars smiled at them from her perch onto a pile of Nomu corpses.

"I think we can both take her," Darvish panted, wiping gore from his right eyes. Shigaraki grinned sickly, his body itching for a fight.

"Secure the blue crystal in that room. All I need is one touch," Shigaraki snarled. Darvish left him to die. The man was a monster, tearing into every human he met like a raw steak. Darvish is more than happy to kill them both and keep the glory for himself.

"Are you going to keep a lady waiting?" Star smirked.

"Not one so tacky. Ugly colors," Shigaraki rasped in broken human tongue. The two combatants circle each other warily. Shigaraki's claws extended and ready to strike. Crouched low, wings quivering, prepared to flit and dodge. They move with deadly grace, each looking for an opening in the other's defenses.

Darvish growls in annoyance. Not the first time today. A wizard key. He hates these things. Darvish kicks the door, but it's magically fortified. Only solving the stupid puzzle allows you to enter.

"Keep her entertained. This will take me a moment," Darvish chittered over his shoulder. Suddenly, Shigaraki lunges forward, slashing with his claws. The other dodges the attack and retaliates with a swift kick to the stomach. The Shigaraki staggers back but quickly regains his footing and retaliates with a flurry of swipes and jabs. The second fighter blocks each attack with their claws but is unable to land a hit of their own.

“Are you Tomura Shigaraki?” The woman asked. Panting and bleeding where his claws had made contact.

"What of it?" He snarled and swiped low. Missing again. Darvish rearranges the blocks on the door randomly. The fight continues for several minutes, with both fighters displaying remarkable agility and skill. Finally, Shigaraki manages to land a lucky strike, slicing Star's arm. She cries out in pain and falls to the ground. He snarled and growled as he advanced on the woman, his eyes blazing with rage.

The woman stood her ground, rising last moment, twisting and bringing her fist down on his shoulder. Clipping his wing. Her eyes never left his face. She raised her fists and prepared to fight as he quickly spun to meet her. The fight was intense and bloody, with both combatants slashing at each other. They moved around the room, dodging and weaving, trying to get the upper hand. Blood flew through the air as Shigaraki clawed and scratched at her armor's weak spots. Frustrated, he has been unable to get all five fingers on her.

He lunged forward, slashing at the woman with his claws. She blocked the attack with her arms and countered with a powerful punch to the chest. He stumbled back but quickly recovered and lunged again. This time, the woman was ready. She dodged his attack and delivered a powerful kick to his stomach. Shigaraki stumbled back again, feeling some of his ribs crack. She was on him, pummeling him bloody, but this time he didn't get up. The woman had won the fight. She stood over him, panting and covered in blood, as he lay defeated, motionless on the ground.

"You should have used your ability," she panted. Bending down and grabbing Shigaraki's face. It made him wonder what she thought his magic was. Not that it mattered. He quickly reached up, wrapping all five fingers around her wrist.

"Don't worry. I did," Shigaraki graveled. The woman said something perplexing him and saluted as she faded into dust. He has never been so happy to be mixed up with Dabi again. Stupid woman, he thought as Darvish helped him to the Azure rose, leaving a trail of blood it dripped from every orifice. Finally, managing to open the door and be useful. Shigaraki is not stupid. Of course, Darvish would let him die. But he had no idea why he wanted the shiny bobble. He had assumed to bring to his mate as a boon.

When Shigaraki had plunged them into the night. It left Darvish with no choice but to save him. Leading them to this moment.

"Not even my doctors can save you. Reverse this. Your moonbeam will die too. I see no motivation to help you. Reverse this so your offspring can live on or don't, and I still snare your female. What do I care for the lands after I'm dead? Reverse this for their sake," Darvish demanded.

"Your doctors couldn't, but mine can. Deliver me to my doctor, fetch my moonbeam, and I will consider allowing you into her harem," Shigaraki graveled. A concession he did not want to make.

"Guarantee me a spot," Darvish quickly jumped on the offer.

"I can guarantee you a political position. Can we hurry? I am dying," Shigaraki spat more blood.

"Unbreakable promise," Darvish insisted. The bastard, he thinks. He can't blame him. It doesn't matter to Shigaraki. The curse he made with you is still creeping into his heart. Honestly, it's what he would have done. Darvish clings to him, waking him up long enough to give the Nomu orders. His instincts rage at him.

That woman did something to us!

So what? She's dead.

We should be the ones rescuing our mate!

Yes. We should be. But our perfection will understand more than anyone why I did what I did.

A harem! You created a harem for her! She will be enraged! 

We will add it to her current rage. What will she do? As long as she's ours, she will not leave us.

How much do you think she will tolerate?  His instincts snorted, crawling around in his mind, fretting over what that woman did.

That was the question he didn't want an answer to. Later, after Darvish brings back his mate, he will be flawless for you and the grubs. After his family, he did not think he would want one. He didn't really care about living. Now that he has you. That has changed. He groans, thinking of the curse. It was fine until Lyra took the children. That bitch. That's a problem for later, like Darvish. He will fulfill his part of the deal. Then kill him later. His instincts liked this plan.

The day  before Adam yanked Lyra along with cruelty digging his nails into her tender flesh. Carefully hiding timed charges along the way. There was already plenty of chaos reining in the streets with Dabi.

"Adam?" Lyra dared to squeak. He stopped and shot her a look of pure hatred. She almost didn't continue. But she couldn't help herself, "Is Ur alive? Is she alright?"

"What do you care? Traitor. Betrayer," He hissed. Narrowing his eyes ominously. She could feel his desire to hurt her radiate off him.

"She told me to run! What if she failed? Was I supposed to leave the kids there at that monster's mercy? You tell me, Adam? What would you have done?" She sobbed. She touched her face in surprise, pulling her fingers away, wet with salty tears. It was a new experience for her. She has never been this emotional. Adam swiftly backhanded her across her jaw. She gripped her jaw, throbbing in a burst of pain. She tried to step away in shock and fear. His pick shot out and hooked behind her neck, pulling her back to him.

"She's alive. No thanks to you. I would have stayed. You are a healer. I would have stayed, had faith, and tried to help the ones I love. Dabi would have punished you but nothing compared to what the Order has done. You always planned to betray us. Tell me I'm wrong," Adam seethed.

"I wanted to save Dabi too. He can not win a fight against his family. I don't want to see any of them die," she sniffled. Adam made a disgusted sound.

"No faith. The greatest sin a member of the Order can commit," he spat at her.

That sent a jolt of emotions through her. Lyra trembled. What did she or anyone gain from this? She wanted to save humanity and warn them of the Mothmen. A species none of them took seriously. They stole her book, called her a whore, stripped her of her rank, and took the children away. The Todoroki family had fought to keep them, and the Order refused. Without rhyme or reason, yes, Endeavor was not good around children, but the older sister tried. Something about humans mixing with magical species was not sanctioned. If Shoto's family had not taken her in, she would be on the streets. But more importantly, how did Adam know a core tenant of the Order well enough to know that would rock her.

"Are there more spies here?" she stupidly asked. She scolded herself. You have told her plenty of times her mouth gets her in trouble. She tried harder for you, but the lesson has never been rooted. Her family must be right. There is something wrong with her.

"Pull that silver spoon out of your ass. Did it seem like any of the humans at the hive had a love for the Order? We kill zealots. I killed my brother and pretended to be him for my revenge on the Order. We were always going to win because it takes a village. Now point to the children before I lose my temper," He growled, swinging her in front of him with his pickaxe. The pick part pressed painfully across her chest. He was deathly good with his tool of the trade.

Lyra weakly pointed. The streets are in chaos. Heroes are swarming everywhere, but no one seems to be noticing them. She quickly looks at Adam's mana aura. It's not strong, but it would explain a few things. She had never bothered to check yours, feeling immediately that your aura was extremely weak the first day she met you. That changed after the eye.

"Your family seems to have a way with manipulation," she panted, leading the way.

"A gift from our mother. Maude has all the natural talent. Quit trying to get information to tell your friends at the Order," Adam sneered. Lyra whirled on him.

"They are clearly not my friends. I fulfilled my promise to Regina. A woman I saw raped to death by Shigaraki, by the way. They did exactly as Shigaraki said they would. They changed my name to Lyle and published an edited version demonizing the entire Mothmen race," Lyra growled at him. Adam's features twisted into concern.

"Shigaraki raped your friend to death? How so?"

"He punctured her intestines. Which leads to sepsis and a full body shutdown. She died slowly with those two mentally torturing her-" Lyra trailed off. Suddenly realizing what she is saying, and moves on to the Order, "They edited everything. Editing out the family structure and the social impact of humans." Adam dragged her to a side alley.

"Social impact of humans? My little sister is bonded to a monster that raped a woman to death. What has he done to my sister?" he hissed.

 "Nothing too harsh. Nothing Shigaraki hasn't paid for," She says quickly. Knowing your family values an eye for an eye.

"What did he do to my sister?" he asked again.

"Adam. Whatever you are thinking. Stop. The whole point of my thesis is we shouldn't be separating ourselves. We improve each other. They are devoted, and none of us want to be in a world where Shigaraki is separated from his mate. The man is wrath personified," She stood firm on this. Adam bit his lip, mulling her words before gesturing with his head she needed to get moving. The girls were easy to get. They went to a wealthy family.

"Put your hood up and don't say anything," He told Lyra. She watched as everyone ignored them. He looked like he belonged. Which is how he must have tricked the villagers he grew up with that he was his brother. Whom he killed. Lyra shudders. Do you know this about Adam? Maude must have known. All Adam had to do was call the girls, and they ran to him.

"We were so scared. They took us away from Aunty Lyra. Is big sister ok?" they wept and whined until Adam reassured them everything was ok. He kept an eye on Lyra the entire time. It will be difficult for him to watch her and the kids.

"Adam. You can't take the girls to find the boys. We should hide them. My family home should be safe," She whispered.

 "No. Not with you. With people I can trust," he hissed. They traveled to some wine cellar. Where Mr. Duskin and Suki were waiting. Lyra's fear ratcheting new heights. She was stuffed in a hole with people she was sure would want her dead. She was about to defend herself When Suki threw herself at Suki in a tight embrace.

"When we head the Order used the chaos of the MLA fight to kidnap you and the children. We feared the worst. How you saved the kids from MLA invaders by convincing them to take the children. We knew it was time to band together and rescue you," Suki wept. Lyra stood there stupefied for a few moments before responding in a way that would have made you proud.

"I tried to keep them together. I knew you would come for me. I am so relieved," Lyra strained to sputter out. Her eyes shoot to Adam, who doesn't correct them. The children only knew of the war and the sounds coming from the other room. John wanted to leave before he had to see Shigaraki.

"What game are you playing at Adam?" She asked him when she cornered him alone.  

"My sister and Dabi want you back, lost little apostate. They gave you a way back. Try not to get lost. Because if we cross paths outside the hive again. I will do awful things to you," he hissed sweetly to her.

"I won't. I know where they sent John and Peter. They placed them in the crystal mines. They have John handling dynamite because he can't hear well. Peter is with him. The mines are incredibly dangerous. You will need me. We grab the boys. Grab Kurogiri, and leave for home," Lyra husked on the verge of tears. She is going to take the way back.  

"That's the plan. I must be able to trust you will not run with the girls. That you will meet us at the designated place to go home," Adam said sternly. Lyra agreed to anything.

The  next day she hid with the girls. Watching at a distance in case she needed to intervene, despite Adam telling her not to. Because one way or another, she will arrive in front of you with what she took.

Adam walks to the entrance in his full mining gear. But even while he looked like he belonged the security tried to stop him. The magic users desperately need the crystals to create support and suppression items. Adam erupts into chaos and violence. Adam is a man that stands in the center of the cave, wielding a pickaxe with both hands and demanding all of the attention.

His face is twisted in rage, and his eyes are wild. He swings the pickaxe wildly, smashing it into the walls, crates, and equipment around him. Shards of wood and dirt fly everywhere as he continues his rampage. The crowd is getting too large for the heroes here to control. Many must have left to deal with the mess of Dabi. They spot the boys at the same time. That is when Adam changes.

He screams out in rage as he swings the pickaxe, seemingly oblivious to the destruction he is causing. Until the heroes realized too late that he had set up a smoke screen. Using the flat end to fling dirt in the strongest one's eyes, hooking him behind the neck, yanking them down to viciously stomp his face in. He systematically took out every single one he came across. Adam would swing, either driving the pick end into them, it doesn't matter where. The head, the ribs, punching the lungs, going through the arms, crushing bones and tearing sinew, dropping heroes to the ground. Pulling them down to crush them under his bloody boots. Bashing with either end.

When a hero got in close Adam swiftly changed his grip and poked out eyes with vicious little jabs. She had never seen a man fight with a pickaxe. She had never seen war before. A trail of destruction and broken bodies littered the way to his brothers. Adam's clothes are tattered, stained with sweat and blood his breathing is labored. He falls to his knees as the boys embrace him. The other children release themselves, crowding around Adam as the adults run. It was gruesome. It was violent. The Order doesn't know what they are facing. Adam, Maude, and you are all commoners. Commoners with a grit and determination that is unparalleled and not found amongst the Order she's been raised in.

"Adam! Is he ok, Aunt Lyra?" Mabel asked. Lyra grabbed her hand and moved. Carrying Beth and Jan trailing behind Mabel. There were a few confused looks as she ran past the heroes to Adam.

"Hold still," She ordered him as she used her spell to help him. He wasn't injured but his exhaustion was just as crippling. John was signing with his hands fast. Too fast for her to understand, "John? What is it?"

Adam translated.

"Shoto's sister came looking for you. She dropped off muffins and reassured them they were still fighting to adopt them. But she really needed you because there were rumors that the wingless Queen was captured and Dabi was extremely burned during his fight yesterday. Fuck! Fuuuuuck!" Adam roared. He looked crazed as he looked towards the capital building. Very likely where they are holding you. Lyra was processing the information and forming a plan. When a series of explosions rumbled the ground.

"They have my little sister. The capital building will be lit up like a roman candle!"

"I need to help Dabi. He will be at the Todoroki estate. It's a safe place from the bombs," She said, leading the way.

"I have to save my little sister. Even if it's one of my other sisters in disguise. I cannot leave them to die," Adam growled.

"You'll need a way in. Shoto still has a good standing. Use him to disarm the bombs," Lyra panted.

"We can help. We are experts. Please, take us with you," A small voice said.

"I'm not leaving these kids here," John lisped. Lyra looked to Adam, who was visibly shaken and chewing his lip bloody.

"Normally I would ask a six-year-old to help me with dynamite. But I don't see another way," Adam mumbled.

"Of course! Whatever! Let's just move. Now!" She shouted as she ran.

When  they arrived, they were panting, exhausted messes. Adam guides them through routes not to get killed. Fuyumi, Shoto's sister danced nervously at the door when Adam pushed his way in.

"My goodness Fuyumi, you're already harboring a criminal," Lyra huffed.

"Sorry, ma'am," Adam smiled charmingly. Fuyumi blushed, and it took a moment for Lyra to catch on. Shoto popped out from a back room. Wide-eyed at first.

"Shoto. Help Adam disarm bombs at the capital, and I will start to heal Dabi. I know how much you want redemption for your brother," Lyra said quickly. Running to the kitchen to swiftly make a fortification elixir for them. Shoto immediately agreed.

"Are there any more bombs in the city?" Shoto had asked. Lyra was about to warn him. But it wasn't necessary. Adam smiled sweetly, his gloved hand, resting on top of his blood-stained pickaxe.

"What of it?" Adam asked gleefully. Shoto's eyes landed on it, Adam's cheerful face, then Lyra's worried face.

"Nothing. Happy to be saving lives," Shoto said monotoned.

When  they left, she went to Dabi, leaving the kids under Fuyumi's care. She gasped and almost dropped the hot water she was carrying when she saw Dabi.

"How are you alive?" She wept. His jaw was barely hanging on. His lips missing, piled under blankets, and in a robe up to his neck.

"Lyra," He husked.

"Don't talk," She fretted. Soaking bandages and looking up spells. Lyra didn't know he had moved until he turned her to face him.

"Heal me, Lyra," he rasped. Pressing his teeth against her lips until they part to let his tongue snake in. She was taken aback by Dabi's passionate kiss, but Lyra could feel the heat radiating from his skin. She could tell he had been through a lot, yet here he was, showing her such tenderness and love. She felt a deep connection with him and returned his kiss with equal passion.

He slowly reaches out and gently takes her hands in his, caressing them. Dabi pulled her towards the bed, shoving her down, looking into her eyes. He leans down and nibbles her softly on the lips, his hands moving up to her face, cupping it tenderly. Tears are in her eyes. He is so burned his wings are stunted burnt nubs.

He moves his hands down her body, neck, and breasts, exploring her curves and contours. His touch is gentle and loving as he tweaks her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He brushes his lips down to her neck, kissing and nibbling as he goes. He moves lower, exploring her body with his hot hands and mouth. Forcing her to part her legs with a whimper. He takes his time, savoring every moment and little whine she makes. His touch is passionate and hot, yet gentle. His tongue lathes over his bite mark sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Lyra. It has been too long after the blood binding. It's painful. I spared this part of my body for you," he graveled. Finally, he unrobed and licked back up to her face and gazed into her eyes with his icy blues. His hips wedge between her shaking thighs. He trills lovingly at her and they share a tender embrace before they make love for the first time. Their bodies intertwined his large pierced cock rubbing and slicking himself over her drooling sex. Their breathing became more and more labored. Moves his hands lower, caressing her inner thighs and teasing her most sensitive areas. She gasps in pleasure as his touch sends waves of desire through her body. He moves his fingers in circles, increasing the intensity of the sensations until she is trembling with anticipation, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. His tongue moves down her neck, sending shivers of delight through her body.

"I chose you. Do you remember?" She asked surprisingly. He wraps his arms around her. Running his claws in her hair.

"I never forgot. Lyra," He graveled. Moving his body closer to hers, pressing his hardness against her softness. She opened herself to him. He slid into her tight pussy with a groaning chirp. She hates and loves him as he pushes through her resistive walls. Filling her as she clings to him with hitching gasps. He bucks his hips. Slowly, Lyra wraps her legs around him as they move together in perfect harmony. He rubs all the delicious spots on her. for the first time, she is not afraid. She accepts Dabi. The ecstasy builds. Hot fire burning in her, becoming more and more intense until they both reach their peak. Both cry out in pleasure as they reach orgasm together. He growled and knotted. Shooting hot cum deep in her. They collapse into each other's arms, exhausted but satisfied. He is attached to her. Having her pulse and squeeze on his knot.

Lyra was exhausted and fell asleep in his arms. He wrapped himself in the bandages. She left out for him. Now that he fulfilled and stated his blood bond with Lyra, he can move on with his plans. The mix of relief and rage he felt when he discovered she was pregnant still left a strange taste in his mouth. Ashen. But he can let loose freely without his instincts nagging at him. Lyra will be taken care of. He left this in a note. Asking others to watch out for her, she is mouthy and will need more than Kurogiri. He put his seal on it and left it in her robes. Dabi took Shoto's white baptismal robes of the Order of light.

He swiped at Fuyumi when she rushed to him. He didn't know if it was for a loving embrace or not. Dabi didn't care. He is going to kill Endeavor. Fuyumi falls to her ass. Peter and the girls pull her away from Uncle Dabi. They are sweet, gullible humans.  

"I will do my last brotherly duty. I recommend Adam as a mate. Times are changing Fuyumi. Chang with them or be crushed under fathers' heel," Dabi graveled before leaving.

Shoto  convinced his fellow classmates to guide them. Letting them disarm and take them. Except for a few. Adam and John won't be allowing the Order to execute their sisters. When the massive explosion at the keep happened, they searched for them, letting John blow quite a bit of it up. Day turned into night.

Kurogiri's portals opened. Flooding the streets with magical creatures, Mothmen, and enraged villagers. They marched through the streets like they owned them because, at this moment, they did. Adam spotted Yoon. The four-armed man was slaughtering in complete joy, carrying a passed-out Kurogiri. Adam whistled and caught his attention. Yoon is there instantly, beaming as he hugs Adam and John too tight with one set of arms.

"Ugh. Get off me, Yoon. Listen closely. Pay attention. The little Queen is here. She's missing. Do you understand?" Adam mimed until John chittered at him, giggling at Adam. Yoon stiffened and nodded in seriousness. He lathed his tongue over one of Adam's wounds, much to Adam's personal disgust. Then straightened his feelers, beckoning them to follow.

He found you pretty quickly. You are cornered by two sidekick knights. A green one and a blonde with blue eyes. They were busy with one of the Moth princes, Darvish, and his doctor. Seems like many wanted the little Queen. Yoon has seen that look on females' faces before. Full labor. Yoon didn't have time to play with his kind. He grabbed John's hand. Letting him feel the vibration of his words.

"John. I need space between your sister and the knights," Yoon said slowly. Adam grinned, reaching into his layers of leather to pull out a crystal attached to a button. One push of that button put plenty of space between them, "Warn a man!"

Yoon tossed Kurogiri at Adam. Quickly stabbing the one that doubted you are a moonbeam in the neck, snatching up you and Imogene. John is convincing Kurogiri to wake up. He opens a Portal where Darvish and his doctor end up with them. Lyra shrieked and bolted upright.

"What are you doing here? Where is Shigaraki? His mate is going into labor. He's the one who should be here," Yoon chittered.

"Get her on the table," The doctor shouted as Lyra scrambled for hot water.

"We're not leaving without our family. That and Kurogiri wouldn't leave without Lyra," Adam gruffed. Smacking at a glitching Kurogiri, who was passing out again.

"Well, it's too late now," Kai said. Pulling his hand from between the Queen's legs and rewashing his hands, "She's fully dilated. These grubs are coming. We can't move her now."

"When the doctor says I want you to bare down from your middle," Imogene instructed. You shake your head, no, "Don't "no!" me. You have to."

"Nope. I changed my mind. I don't want to do this," You say, trying to sit up. Lyra gently pushes you back down.

"Too late for that, I'm afraid," Lyra said kindly. You grip her and pull her into a full weeping hug.

"I'm scared," you admitted. Feeling weaker. It's not like you didn't know the risks, but no, that they are here, you are terrified. Horrid pain radiates from your center in intervals.

"Anyone who doesn't have medical training needs to get out. I need to deliver multi babies with multi limbs," Kai announced. Imogene, helping to set up receiving for three grubs, "Create four."

"Four!" everyone shouted. Kai nodded.  

"Four. Now get the hell out!" Kai hissed. Yoon and Darvish watched each other intensely while the rest of your family helped Shot and Fuyumi with what was left of Dabi.  

"What are you doing here? Where's Shigaraki? He should be here with his mate. Not you," Yoon chittered at Darvish. Staring at their group falling apart.

"Shigaraki promised a position in the Queen's harem if I deliver her. I'm an honorable male. I'll take the crumbs for now," Darvish grinned. Yoon did not like this. Something felt off to him. He was missing something, and it felt like, at any moment, things could turn disastrous.

"The moment the Queen gives birth, we should take her to Shigaraki. Human females do not handle birth well. I had several mates at one time. There's a forty percent chance she would die with a normal birth. Multiple grubs," Yoon said, trailing off. Darvish is shaking his head in disagreement.

"I met Shigaraki's doctor. I do not trust his abilities to help the Queen. He seemed to harbor animosity towards her. My doctor will save her," Darvish stated.

"I agree. However, I am not leaving her alone with you," Yoon growled.

"Fair enough," Darvish replied.

You  held onto your fluffy nursing boy and felt overwhelmed. He looked exactly like Shigaraki. Covered in white fluff, large red eyes, and tiny little antennae. You brushed his cheek, and he chirped around your nipple. Kai quickly unwrapped the umbilical cord from around your second albino bundle. He worked swiftly with the help of your sister.

"A girl. A four-armed girl is highly rare," Kai said over her screeching. Your sister cleaned and wrapped her, placing her on your other breast. She rooted until she found your nipple. Immediately settling down with a coo. Her pink eyes rolled. A four-armed little girl. Twins.

"We're going to need you to push," Lyra said somewhere far away. You mustered your strength and pushed. Screaming in pain and exhaustion. Slumping back when you heard a screeching.

"It's a boy. Pure black. Dark magic user for sure," Lyra said, hanging him to Imogene.

"You have to keep pushing," Imogene shouted. You tried to tell her it was hard to hear.

"She's blacking out. I need to cut the last one out," Kai said.

"Don't you dare!" Lyra screamed. So much shouting, yet still so hard to hear.

"Where's my baby?" you mumbled before blackness and chaos.

It is a flurry of activity. The pure black four-armed baby girl is much smaller than the other three. She is shallowing breathing and is the most human looking with a lack of fur. Her eyes are like your black ones. Twin moons in a starry black sky. Lyra uses her magic to save her life.

"Can't you use your magic?" Lyra asks Kai flustered.

"My magic doesn't work that way," Kai said, examining you. Adam burst in, taking charge. Freezing when he sees you cut open a bloody mess.

"Is she dead?" Adam asked in a small voice.

"No. She's close to it. As is this little one," Kai said.

"Right. Gather the babies. We are taking them with Dabi and us to Shigaraki's doctor. Imogene and Yoon are going with Darvish and Doctor Kai," He announced as Shoto dragged in a lifeless Dabi. Kurogiri seeing Lyra opened a portal to the Shigaraki. Lyra felt her magic stretch as she took the baby and helped with Dabi. There was no time to argue. Children piled through the portal. Yoon snatched you up, and the others went through the other doorway.

Shigaraki sat at the edge of the tank he was about to be emerged in. Tubes and wires handing off his body. Lyra shoved a dying grub in his arms and his instincts lit up. A four-armed beauty. Those rumors about Nana must have been true. She is so dark she looks like she is made of the night. Her little antennae twitched. Her nude soft human body lay too limp in his dangerous hands. Her ruff and fuzzy hair ruffled as she sneezed. He nuzzled her, and she weakly gripped his antennae.

"Doctor. Don't argue with Lyra. Give her everything she wants. I'll be changing with this one," Shigaraki rasped. Dreadful regret as Doctor Ujiko shoved needles and wires into her tender flesh. They were about to sleep together when his nature raged one last time in the seizing darkness. Something severed his connection to you.

"As  I said. My magic doesn't work that way," Kai said casually to you and Imogene. Reducing Yoon to a fine red mist. He needed to take him out first. He saw how quickly and easily Yoon had killed a highly trained prince, "The Men from your hive are something else."

Kai caught you and Imogene by the forearm. You are so confused. A hot searing lighting bolt feels like it is ripping you apart atom by atom. Imogene screaming somewhere in the back of your mind. A clawed hand clamped tightly over your mouth.

"Shhhh, they will hear you, little moonbeam," Darvish hissed. Hiding you under his wing as something huge slithered along. He let you go to talk.

"What is happening?" you whispered. Darvish blinked and twitched in sadness.

"Kai used your sister to save you. He killed Yoon and threw us here. Don't worry, little mate. I will get you safely to your grubs and mate," Darvish whispered. Pulling you close.

"What? Where are my babies? Where is my sister?" you asked, teary-eyed. Blood dripping from your black eye. He licked and cooed to you in the perpetual night.

Chapter 26

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omg I love ypur writing!! If you're still taking requests, could I ask for some relationship hcs for Scar with a short male s/o? :^o

AHDJFHSK THANK YOU, ANON!! AND YES, YES I CAN!!!

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Content: Male reader!!

Warnings: Some of my own personal relations are in here

Notes: I know I said in a previous post that I'd clear out my Transformers requests then move on to my newest requests, but this one I felt like I just had to do right away. Also these headcanons are all over the place lol

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Okay first thing, and no I will not be taking criticism on this, but Scar adopted Mei

This might also be me projecting, but for some context I grew up with single parents, and my mom was way more protective than my dad, so she'd date a guy for a while before introducing him to us. I only met two guys she's ever dated. It's a trust thing, and my mom had real bad trust issues

So, with that context, Scar would do the same thing with Mei

Yeah he'd talk about little Mei in passing, but you wouldn't meet her unless you've been dating him for a long time

Scar isn't very PDA oriented

He isn't very affectionate overall, really. Unless he's tired or drunk

Scar is a very private man, and he guards his past with a fierce aggression. He doesn't like talking about it

It would be a slow burn romance with him in the first place. He needs to trust you a significant amount before he even thinks about crossing into romantic territory with you

Back to the "not very affectionate" point, Scar would settle for small amounts of affection, but for the most part he wont initiate anything

He'll let you tug on him, kiss him, love him however much you want. But he wont return it in public. Behind closed doors and away from Mei? He'll return it, but casually

Will tease you about how you're shorter than him btw

Will absolutely rest his arm on your head and say "hello, my arm rest"

Scar's very strong, so he'll easily lift you up and place you on his lap or just hold you while walking somewhere

I'm fanning my face just thinking about it, tbh

While Scar isn't affectionate, he is slightly playful

He also likes being close to you

If he's jealous, he'll stand behind you with a glare, making it clear that you're his

If that doesn't work (idk how it wouldn't) he'd verbally say it

"He's mine."

After that, he'd most likely drag you away and do something else

He's gonna be super nervous when he has you meet Mei for the first time

Not because he doesn't trust you - if he didn't you wouldn't be in a relationship, much less meeting Mei

But it's mainly because he wants Mei to approve of you

That's another thing my mom would do - she would ask me and my siblings if we approved of the guy after he left, and told us she'd break up with him if we didn't

I feel like Scar would do that, too. Yeah it'd break his heart, but he has to think of his daughter and make sure she feels safe before himself

Thankfully, Mei and you would get along just fine

Mei wants to spend a bunch of time with you, and loves going to the park

I think it would be a year after you first meet Mei that Scar would ask you to move in

Scar's heart warms up and he gets the softest smile on his face when he sees you and Mei passed out on the couch, My Little Pony blasting on the TV

In the mornings, Scar will make fun of you for your bed head, but will gladly help you comb/brush/style your hair however you want (unless you don't have hair, then pop off, King <3)

Scar will also be more affectionate in the morning, but he's physically affectionate

Holding you from behind while you make breakfast for you, Scar and Mei, kissing your cheek before going to shower, sitting impossibly close together while you eat breakfast, Mei across from you two

When Scar is drunk, like I said earlier, he's a lot more affectionate than usual. He'll make out with you (obviously not in public or around Mei. Don't drink around minors, y'all) and paw at your body, but he wont do anything without your consent

When he's sleepy, he's a lot more calm about it. Instead he'll scoop you up in his arms and hold you. His head is in your neck, innocent kisses being placed there as he holds your body flush to his, tangling your legs with his, etc.

The most he'll do in front of Mei is holding your hand and sitting impossibly close with you. He doesn't feel comfortable kissing in front of his child

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Bully!Dabi pt. 3

Tags: @shikamaruscumrag @pinkiy13l @an-ambivalent @luno614 @sukunasleftkneecap

Tw:dubcon, noncon, bullying, manipulation, Russian roulette

“Doll? Come on out and I won’t hurt you too bad.”

You wait with bated breath as he walks right past your hiding place behind some crates, blue fire licking up the sides of his body and held in the palms of his scarred hands.

He’s mad, you know he is. He’s teasing you, of course he is, why else wouldn’t he just turn on the lights and pounce?

No, this is another punishment of sorts. A punishment for escaping your previous punishment from being locked in your room.

Another lash of burning cobalt strikes against a wall about 10 feet away from you, and you curse yourself internally. If only you had just stayed in bed a couple days more, if only you hadn’t snuck out when he left, if only, if only…

“Baaaabbyyyyy”

It sounds so wrong and uncharacteristic coming out from his gravely voice.

You huddle your limbs even closer to yourself, paying no mind to the cramping in your knees from being squished for so long.

It’s been about 25 minutes or so from what you can remember. It’s hard to remember anything that happened this bland morning anyways when the climax of your life was seemingly taking place here, after you entered the wrong room.

You had honestly just wanted a peek outside of Dabi’s room and maybe a drink of water, nothing more.

Or so you tell yourself.

But can you really be blamed? Who else wouldn’t have run out the moment they got a chance after spending almost two weeks in the same shitty room, being used as fuckmeat and only given bread scraps and salty cum as meals.

It didn’t matter how close he held you at night, how his strokes seemed to brush up against all the right places, how he tried catching your eye every time he wanted to talk about anything (which you would never really indulge in, only giving him a soft grunt or a nod). He was a monster, a demon in disguise that was keeping you against your will in his clutches.

A loud crash closer than before hits your ears, and you stifle an impending whimper. You can tell he’s roamed closer than before, finding nothing from his earlier place in the front of the storage room.

“I’m getting pretty fucking tired of repeating myself doll. You must be even more of a masochist than I thought since it’s like you want me to fuck you up even worse than I did before.”

His words are quiet but they do enough to cause a loud beating in your already-pacing heart, so loud in fact that you fear he can hear it racing a mile a minute.

You wonder if anyone is nearby, if they even remember you’ve been missing for a while now.

“Y/N”

“Come out, pretty girl. You know I miss you”

But you don’t miss him.

What you do miss, however, is not being chased into an empty storage room and hounded like a fucking dog. You miss joking with Twice, painting your nails with Toga, making Shigaraki chuckle.

All of a sudden, the crate next to you is covered with hellfire. The flames that are thrust from Dabi’s hands are so wild that they seat through your shirt and prick your skin.

You scream and scrabble backwards, the light of his fire illuminating his face leering up above you in the dark like a ghoul from a children’s book.

You clap your hands over your mouth, ignoring your bubbling skin as fear overrides premonition, but the damage has already been done.

It’s eerily quiet for a minute. Then, he whispers,

“Found you”

Even in the pitch black room you can practically see him lunging towards you, and you scuttle backwards on your hands and feet in terror. His hands miss your bare feet by a few inches, and he snarls before making another swipe.

“Fucking bitch, this is the thanks I get for taking care of you, bathing you, feeding and fucking you?”

You yelp as he lights up the floor on both sides of your trembling body, and you see his figure once more as the blue fire shows the sick grin twisted up on his face.

“Leave me alone,” you sob, clambering up on your feet and running backwards as he advances on you. The smoke from his quirk is filling the room, and you erupt in hoarse coughs as it’s filtered through your aching lungs.

Everything about him is toxic.

“Nah. That’s not how this works sweetheart. You see, I take care of you, and in return, you do whatever the fuck I say when I say it.”

He raises his palms to you and you flinch, covering your head and colliding with the wall behind you. You’re too scared and tired to evade him again as you feel his body cover you and brush against yours as you shake in place, your arms still above your face.

He cooes at you. “There there, my stupid little bitch. You were scared daddy was gonna hurt you, right?”

His stitched palm caresses your bitten bottom lip and trails up to your tear-stained cheek.

After a moment of you saying nothing, he slaps the side of your face, hard, and you gasp in pain. Now it wasn’t just your stomach that felt on fire.

“I asked you a question, you brain dead whore. Are you scared daddy’s gonna burn you? ‘You scared he’s gonna beat you black you blue? ‘Scared he’s gonna cut a gaping hole in your burnt tummy and fuck the gash?” He leans in and lets his raspy words settle over your ears as he tenderly brushes your hair away from it. He softly kisses the shell of you ear, and when you sob quietly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you close, paying no heed to how you uncomfortably squirm when your raw torso burns from the contact.

You squeeze your eyes shut and try not to inhale too much, lest the smoke embedded all over his body gets too close for comfort in your system.

“Y-yes daddy. Please don’t hurt me, I was…a bad girl.” You cringe when the words are wobbled out, but you know it’s what he wants.

To humiliate you, to hurt you. Who was he kidding when he said he loved you?

Dabi, however, feels butterflies in his own stomach.

See, this is what you need. To answer to Daddy, to submit to him so that he can take care of you. That’s why you stayed so long in his room, right? It’s cause you knew it would make him happy if you listened to him. You let him make love to you, and treat you like his little girl because deep down, you know this is where you belong.

So why are you fighting him? You never raised a complaint for a week and a half, you only stayed quiet and kept your eyes shut when he asked if you were okay. That means you liked it, right? No real opposition, after all.

Except for now.

Dani is honestly disappointed in you right now, you were doing so well…so why’d you have to go and ruin it?

He might’ve softened from the way your body shakes and your sobs are muffled by his smoke-scorched jacket as you press against him for comfort, but the image of you turning around and running away when you saw him earlier hurts him too much.

It angers him.

Why the fuck were you so scared? Hasnt he shown you enough that he loved you? What, does he need to fucking spell it out for you?

Why were your eyes filled with such terror when he caught you? Did you turn away from him and run because you thought he was going to make you look like him, all burnt up and hideous?

Honestly, he would never, but if you’re so hellbent on making him the bad guy, then fine, he’ll play the bad guy.

Anything for his precious little girl.

And so he tightens his arms around you and chuckles cruelly when you whine at the lack of air.

“Well, you were right. I am pretty pissed, I mean I told you to come out and you didn’t listen right?”

“S-sorry,” you weakly choke out.

He laughs even more crazed now, crushing your ribs so tight he could actually hear your breath wheezing out of you, could feel your weak little punches against his back.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. No no, I want you to beg for your fucking life now.”

Your eyes widen as his arms begin to warm up and become unbearably hot.

“Dabi, no, no please!”

You writhe in pain as he cackles above you, savoring the choked breaths that emit from your wetted lips.

As soon as you begin to see spots, he releases you, and flings you against the corner of the room.

You go flying and bang your head against the concrete wall, his voice muted and swimming around in your ears as you fight for consciousness.

He saunters towards you in all his flaming glory, hands in his pockets as if he were walking out for some fresh air. He crouches in front of you and lifts your head with the pads of his fingers.

“Awww, my poor little girl. That had to have hurt, huh? You’re bleeding,” he cooes and blows a strand of hair away from your eyes.

He’s not lying, you can feel hot blood trickle down the side of your head as your vision sways.

“Stop this,” you pant. “I get it, I’m sorry- you were right and I was wrong, I shouldn’t have ran. I’ll listen to you from now on-“

“-But you said that last time, didn’t you?” He cocks his head and with the light of his turquoise fire against the shadows of the room, he looks like a being from hell itself.

“Remember? When you sucked me off like the dirty whore you are? Remember that you stupid cunt?” His grin becomes more reminiscent of a wolf baring its fangs, and you’re rendered silent in complete terror.

He takes your silence as an encouraging factor to continue his fun.

“You ever played Russian Roulette, Y/N?”

You have enough sense to quickly shake your head, a sinking feeling in your stomach forming at his implication.

“Me neither. But I kinda wanna try it right now. So, back against the wall. Stand up straight and spread your legs.”

You look at him incredulously. “You can’t be serious Dabi.”

He raises an eyebrow and a fire grows in the palm of his hand. “Wanna find out? Oh wait, you already are- now do what I said otherwise you’ll have one less leg.”

You don’t need more motivation to act on his orders.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly spread your legs and place your palms flat against the wall.

“Spread ‘em more. That shouldn’t be anything new to you.”

You wince at his dig but continue to widen the stance between your legs.

He smiles at your compliance.

“Good. This should be fairly easy, I mean the room is already dark enough to count as having a blindfold. Whatever you do, just don’t move.”

You wouldn’t know it, but he’s sincerely saying it for your sake. He’s glad for the safety of the dark, because he doesn’t want you to see the way he hastily wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans as he prepares himself for his next move.

The room goes dark, his fire has been put out.

You inhale softly, blood pounding in your heart as your hands shake in anticipation.

Then all of a sudden, a fireball comes barreling right towards you, in between your parted legs.

You shriek and jerk, but luckily you’re saved from being singed.

“I told you not to move, babe.” He clicks his tongue and rubs his erection absentmindedly.

A second, then third bolt of fire comes at the side of your head, singing your hair and then dangerously close to your already burnt stomach.

At each one you sob and do your best not to move, not to take in Dabi’s utterly emotionless face as you wail for mercy.

The last one comes so powerful that as it strikes the wall next to you, flecks of ash sting your cheeks and lips.

Your knees are jelly, your mouth is aching from begging for your life as he wanted.

But you know he’s done when he lets out a loud yawn and groan as he stretches his arm and flexes his fingers.

“A-are we done?” You sniffle.

He says nothing at first. You just hear him ask a couple steps towards you, his boots echoing in the room. You assume he stops in front of you because you can feel his body in front of your kneeling figure.

His hand descends and feels around until he reaches the top of your head. Stroking softly, he twirls locks through his fingers and gently shushes you until your hiccups subside, and you lean your forehead against his thigh.

“‘You happy it’s done? You did so well for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes Dabi. Thank you,” you utter softly, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

“Yeah? How thankful are you?”

You still at that.

He starts to unbuckle his belt.

You pull your head back, and he pulls his pants down.

“Dabi-“

“Shhh, don’t ruin this. Just keep your mouth shut and let your body do the talking. Show me how grateful you are that I spared your fucking life.”

The gentle way he handled you clashed with his harsh words, and you have a moment of whiplash.

He kneels down in front of you and lets his hands wander in the dark until he meets your torso.

You hiss at the sensitive flesh, but he doesn’t stop. He just moves his hand under your shirt and higher, pushing your bra up until your tits spill from the bottom of it.

He bites his lip as you whimper from his touch, his thumbs swirling around your nipples and prodding the squishy flesh.

Dabi gets more eager when you throw your head back at one particularly rough squeeze and shuffles even closer, his pants and underwear at his knees, member bouncing out in the open air.

“Take your panties off,” he rasps, furiously stroking his cock.

You surrender and slowly pull your sweats off, and then your panties as you hear him lightly panting in eagerness.

The second he hears them drop to the floor he lunges for your feet and yanks your forward, catching you in his lap as you yelp.

It’s pitch black, but he can feel you clear as day.

The tickle of your hair hanging in his face, your sweet smell clouding his rationale, the melodious sounds of fear and pleasure mixed with pain make his prick stand painfully at attention, weeping at the slit for your pussy.

He doesn’t even bother taking your shirt off in impatience, he simply barks at you to hold the hem up so he can feel your breasts bouncing against his face when he motorboats them.

You, however, shakily hold his hand at your waist when he pulls you forward until your bare hole presses against his length, coating it with light juices.

“Oh fuck, doll, your pussy’s practically begging me to fuck it. ‘You like having your life in danger? No wonder you keep fucking up,” he groans as he moved beneath you, letting his hips rock back and forth to gain friction from under you.

“Wait, go slowly-“

“No the fuck I won’t,” he interrupts. You have enough sense to bite back any retorts from the subtle growl in his words.

He lifts you up from underneath your ass, and you raise your hips in compliance as he grabs his dick, circling it around your swollen nub and then pressing it against your entrance.

You breath shakily and run your hands through his hair, not so much in a loving gesture but tightly in futile hopes to deter him in any possible way.

He takes it either way as you wanting him equally, and without further ado he slams your hips down on his whole length.

You howl in pain as he begins bouncing you, pressing down on your shoulders and forcing your poor cunt to envelope him fully at each stroke.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of your ass clapping on his dick, the mixed fluids from both of your bodies and the harmonies of his low grunts and your high pitched whines.

You can feel his dick twitch violently inside of you as he nears his climax. He flips you over on your back and starts pounding into you, laughing cruelly in your face as you cry out from the intensity of his strokes.

“D-Dabi! Pull out, I’m not on birth control!”

“Good.”

You open your eyes to stare at him in horror, barely making out the marred features of his face.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my babies. You’re gonna be plugged with my cum from now on, ‘s the only way you’ll stop running.”

“Get the fuck off me, this isn’t funny-!”

He grabs your rising fists and pins them back against the floor, crushing your wrists in the process.

“Who said I’m laughing?” And he isn’t laughing anymore, no, on the contrary he looks the most serious that he’s ever been, and that terrifies you the most.

The upper half of his body is suspended in midair above you as his pelvis smashes against your clit in a steady rhythm.

“‘Bet you’d like that, bet you’d like having all your holes stuffed with my kids. They’re gonna grow up and know how slutty their mommy was, they’re gonna watch and learn how Daddy earned his name. You think they’ll cry when they hear you scream for me?”

You want to rip out your ears from the filth pouring from his mouth, but unfortunately your hands are trapped under his grasp.

All you can do is chant “no, no, no,” under your breath as he’s pushed over the edge.

“Or maybe I’ll tie your legs against the barstools outside and let every man out there have his way with you. You missed them, right? I’m sure they missed you too, I’m sure they missed the way you’d fuck them the second they made you laugh,” bitterness seeps into his voice as ropes of cum shoot out.

He moans loudly in your ear and collapses against your body, sweat intermingling in the cervices of your entangled limbs.

It takes around three minutes for you both to catch your breaths, and for him to shakily raise himself on his elbows to peer down into your ruddy face.

“Clean yourself up. You’re going back to my room. And this time, if you try to run we’ll repeat this entire process again, but I’ll actually let everyone have their way with you. It’ll be like an orgy version of Russian Roulette, well all place bets on whose kid it is.”

You don’t miss the rest of the League, anymore

[peachiipark]

character: chrollo - (chrollo x fem!reader)

genre: angst, slight fluff

title: "the queen to his king, pt.2"

cw: mentions of assault

a/n: a part two was requested, so i shall write! here's chrollo and y/n's backstory :) i feel bad since this is even shorter than the original, but i tried my hardest! hope you enjoy 💗

(thanks to a quick google search, i discovered that the troupe was formed around 12 years ago in the hxh timeline. that's just for a bit of context! :D)

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meteor city ; ten years ago

Chrollo quickly realized that he was being cornered. Not bothered by the situation, he allowed it to happen. His pursers may have been buff and much larger compared to him, but Chrollo could tell that they were significantly weaker.

"That lil' dagger of yours gave me a few scars, but it's not enough to keep me down!" the bulky thug spoke with a Scottish accent, tugging on Chrollo's clothes.

He shoved Chrollo against the wall, attempting to rise fear in the man. Chrollo's lack of a reaction seemed to upset the attacker even more, causing him to try and land a punch on the criminal.

"H-Hey! Let him- Ack! Let him go. Now!"

The two men turned to the direction of the voice to find an injured woman. She could barely stand on her own, using the remainder of her strength to stand up for Chrollo.

"Oh, look what we have 'ere. The little lass from earlier! I guess the beating I gave her wasn't enough." His attention shifted from mugging Chrollo to the confident stranger.

"You gave me quite the bruise with that kick! Robbing you didn't bring me enough satisfaction. I'm going to kill ya!" He yelled, charging at the woman. Before he could take another step, the thug nearly froze in time. Confused as to what was going on, the woman trembled in pain and fear, watching as her previous attacker collapsed.

Chrollo already knew that the man was dead before he hit the ground. Only because he had poisoned the dagger from earlier. The stranger ran over and immediately checked the man's pulse. Coming to the realization that he was dead, she backed off and walked over to Chrollo.

"A-Are.. Are you okay, Sir?"

He simply nodded, eyeing her various wounds.

"That guy, he's.." The woman covered her mouth, gagging a bit. "I can't.. think about it."

"Was he not bothering you? You should be glad. One less horrible person in this town." He spoke hollowly, shifting his eyes to the large corpse.

"Y-Yes, but-" Knees buckling, she quickly began to fall, landing into Chrollo's arms. He could feel the way her breathing became more and more uneven. In between being injured and seeing a corspe, she was probably shaken up This girl needed medical attention, stat.

"What is your name?"

"Y/N.. My name is Y/N.." She slurred, slowly slipping out of consciousness. "I-I'm sorry for bother–ing.. Please.. you go... I'll be okay on my own.."

"You have no idea who I am, do you? Why did you save me from that man? I'm a criminal too."

"You looked nice, that'sallicansay.." Y/N's sentences became mush as she fell asleep, nuzzling into Chrollo's chest. Obviously, this left him quite shocked. Cuddling and calling a murderer 'nice'? Who was this girl? Did she have something wrong with her? Although he needed to return back to the base, Chrollo felt the strange urge to take her with him.

For the meds, Chrollo thought. She needs to be healed and bandaged. Little did he know, Y/N would end up meaning much more to him than he could ever imagine.

accompany on: to the masterlist!

[rezzyromance]

Maybe if you have the time could you do a part 2 to the heisenberg diary one? It's really cute :3

Absolutely! Ask and you shall receive!

(If you are looking for Part 1 you can find it here. Thanks.)

Part 2 Of Karl finding the readers diary

(CW: Sex) NSFW +18

Hey guys! So many of you requested for a part 2 and honestly it made my day. As someone who doesn't write smut often, I am definitely not well versed in all the different "types". That being said, I'm definitely not confident enough to tackle male on male sexual scenarios yet. I try to keep all of my stories gender neutral unless asked for differently, but I have no clue how to write gender neutral sex. With all that being said, the sex that happens in this story will present the reader as someone with female anatomy. I'm sorry if this isn't what some of you were looking for. I will be writing sexual stories in the future where the reader is male, but I'll need time. So sorry for the inconvenience and I hope this doesn't disappoint.- R

After you were sure Karl was far away from the door, you run to shut it, feeling ashamed of your secret being found out. You almost feel like you could cry out of embarrassment. You let out a sigh and begin to get dressed in the clothing he previously grabbed for you. Once you're dressed, you curl up on the bed and try to gather your thoughts and emotions. Obviously he wasn't upset about your feelings. So, does that mean he doesn't hate you or think of you any less? What does this mean for your future? Can you even look at him after this? You groan and shove your face into your pillow.

Meanwhile, he was in his workshop, grinning ear to ear. He wanted to keep teasing you, seeing how far he could push you, but at the same time he didn't want to genuinely make you uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to drive you away, especially now that he's starting to feel strange. Could he possibly be falling for you too? He ignores this thought and begins to work on a new project, a gift for you.

A few hours go by and you haven't left the bd. You hear a knock on the door and stay silent, still embarrassed about the whole situation. The door slowly opens and Karl peaks through. "Hey.. wanna talk?", he asks awkwardly. "No." "Good because I'm shit with words.", he opens the door completely and begins to walk towards you with a hand suspiciously behind his back. "Did you come in here just to fuck with me again?", you snap, sitting up and resting your back against the headboard. He smiles at your attitude and sits beside you on the bed. "Well, I'm very tempted to. But, I came here to give you this.", he moves the hand behind his back to the front, handing you a gift. It was a little metal figure of your favorite animal that he just made.

You take it into your hands and hold it, gazing upon every detail. Why would he make you something so nice? Especially after he learned how you felt? Could this be some type of confession on his part?

You hold the little metal animal close and and look up at him. He was staring at your face the whole time, analyzing your reaction. A smile slowly formed on your face and you move forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him. This caught him off guard and his mouth slightly gapes open. Positive physical contact was a foreign concept to him, but he loved it. He moves a hand and places it on your back. "Thank you so much, Karl. I love it." "No problem, Buttercup."

Your face grows so hot from the sudden new nickname that he can feel the heat radiating off of you. You pull away and he chuckles at your blushed face. "You're so easy to make flustered." he says. His words make you cross your arms and look away. "Oh shut up!", you hiss. His face doesn't change from its usual smug look. "Why don't you make me?", he hums. You snap your face towards his, shocked at his boldness. "I know you want to. In fact, I know you want a lot more than just that. You made it pretty clear in those pages. So tell me (Y/N), is it true? Do you really want me that badly?"

You feel as if you've stopped breathing. You're frozen in place, stuck in the middle of wanting to kiss him and wanting to slap him. Your silence only makes him smile bigger as he watches you grow more and more flustered. "You don't have to be shy. Though it's really cute that you are.", you watch as his gloved hand extends towards your face, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

He leans in closer, almost grazing your lips with his. His eyes are fixed on your red face, burning into your soul. "What do you want?", he hums. You can barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat. "I want you.", you finally whisper. "That's what I thought.", he grins and breaks the distance between the both of you by placing his lips to yours. You don't fight it and instead lean into it, intertwining your fingers in his hair eagerly. You feel him smile against your lips and his hand moves from your chin to your waist, causing you to flinch under his touch.

He pulls away but keeps his face close to yours. "I take it that you're not as pissed as I thought, right?", he snickers. "No I'm still pretty pissed at you." you say as you try to stifle a smile. "If that's the case then you must want me to just get up and leave you alone.", his body begins to shift away and you grip onto his coat. "Wow you're even more needy in real life than you are on paper." You tug on his coat harder, signaling for him to get closer.

He responds by taking his coat off completely and throwing it to the side. With his back now to the headboard and his legs outstretched in front of him, you crawl over to him and straddle his lap. You look at his face and begin to rub your thumb over the scar on his lip. The scar you had mentioned as your favorite. He goes to kiss your finger, but you move it away. "Aw come on. I won't bite. Even if you feel like I'm the predator to your prey.", he teases. "Shit, he really did read my diary huh.", you think to yourself. He could tell what you were thinking as your face grew more and more flushed. "Now don't get all embarrassed on me now. The fun's just getting started. After all, all you want is me, right?", he places his hands gently on your lower back, slowly lowering them towards your ass as he scans your face, making sure you're still okay. "You're quoting it like it's scripture.", you smile. "They might as well be. Good words to live by."

You smile and place your hands on his shoulders, leaning over to kiss him once again. While you were still nervous, you decided to let a little of your anxiety drift away as you grow more and more comfortable. You begin to unbuckle his pants and pull on his shirt, untucking it. He pulls away from you to help you out and completely removes his shirt, throwing it close to his coat. The kiss resumes as you fiddle with the button of his pants, finally unbottoning them.

Suddenly, he grips your waist and tosses you lightly to the side. He gets off of the bed and pulls you closer to him with your legs, causing you to squeal. An idiotic smile is plastered across his face as he unbottons your pants effortlessly. His fierce eyes had a glimmer in them that caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin. Soon, your pants are completely pulled off. He pulls your legs again, causing the lower half of your body to be dangling off the side of the bed. You wrap your legs around him and he leans down, placing messy kisses across your neck. Breathy moans leave your lips as you feel his bulge sit against your now barely clothed privates.

You look up at the sight in front of you. You could see each and every scar that laid on his skin in so much more detail than before. He watched your eyes wander around his body and felt his pride somehow grow stronger as you grew more and more flustered. With one hand, he begins to rub one of your thighs, with the other, he slides up inside your sweater and begins to fondle your breast. He made sure to show some extra attention to your nipple, using his rough and calloused fingers to play with it as you squirmed and whined. "Alright. Enough fucking around.", his hands leave your skin. All it took was a second for your body to miss his touch. Now, his hands were fondling with his pants, unbuttoning and removing them.

The sight you were met with was intimidating. You lifted your head up and swallowed anxiously. His bulge was so big you could almost see the details of his cock as it was pressed against the fabric of his boxers. The tip was peaking out from the waistline, leaking a few drops of precum. You clutch the sheets beneath you in anxious anticipation. He takes a few steps to go back to his previous position of entanglement with you. Even though he didn't have to take many steps, maybe 3 or 4 at most, he walked with a confident stride that both terrified you and brought a smile to your face.

"What's with the grin? You want me to fuck you that bad?", he moves his hands back under your sweater and begins to grope each of your breasts. You nod, too flustered and shy to verbally say yes. "Aw come on. That's all you got?", he leans forward slightly to place his hand on your throat, applying pressure to each side of your neck. "I want to hear you beg for it.", he begins to rub his bulge against your soaked panties. Your legs twitch slightly as you stumble on your words. "Pl-please...", you manage to say. "What do you want?", he squeezes harder, enough to cause your body to tense up but not enough to actually cause any harmful lack of airflow. "I want you.. to f-fuck me... please..", you say. "Good girl.", he lets go of your throat and begins to pull his boxers down to his knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel his tip graze your entrance. Suddenly, your breath hitches as your whole body is pulled towards him, causing you to take almost all of him in at once. You gasp and he looks at your face, making sure your pleasure was overpowering the pain. Once he knows for sure that you're okay, he pushes the rest of him in. With his dick now fully lubricated with your wetness, he grips your thighs and begins to pound into you.

You grip onto the sheets for dear life as you feel him stretch you. You can hear him grunting under his breath with each thrust. His movements were brutal. You felt like you could feel him in your stomach, intruding on your organs as they tied in knots. Without stopping, he leans down again to nip at the skin of your neck.

You whimper under his teeth, knowing he plans on leaving marks for you to discover later. "You like this? Is this what you fantasized?", he switches in between kissing and biting all over your neck. "Mhm", you whimper. His face moves lower, traveling to your breast. He begins to nibble at your sensitive nipple. You wrap your arms around him and respond with a loud moan as you dig your nails into his back. He winces, but enjoys the feeling.

He continues to restlessly pound into you. The air is filled with moans, whines, grunts, slurred swears, and the sound of your skin slapping against his. He moves his hand in-between your legs, placing his thumb against your clit. This simple action alone is enough to make your whole body jolt. He continues to rub it, watching and listening closely to figure out what works best on you. He sticks to whatever makes you scream the louds and grip onto him the hardest. Your body shakes beneath him as it is overstimulated with pleasure, close to reaching it's peak.

He abrupt stops and pulls out. Before you begin to complain, he makes his way onto the bed and sits up, wiggling his fingers breathlessly to signal for you. "Come here.", he says. Once you're in reaching distance, he grabs you by the arms and pulls you closer. You sit down on his cock, dying for more. You both moan, nearly harmonizing as you take in his girth. "Bounce on it. I know you want it.", he says. You do as he says and begin to bounce up and down, feeling your walls squeeze onto his hard, throbbing erection. "Aw fuck yeah.", he moans and lays his head back, closing his eyes tightly as you use him to fuck your brains out. He opens them again to look at your boobs. It's almost hypnotizing to him the way they bounce. "Aw fuck.. look at you.. so desperate to cum.", he says in-between deep, breathy moans. "Bouncing on my cock like a good little whore. Show me how much you want it.", he slaps your ass hard. You pick up the pace after gasping from his harsh hit, your ass cheek stinging from where his hand struck.

He leaned forward and began to bite on different parts of you boobs, leaving soon-to-be hickeys all over your chest. This makes your knees weak. Your legs shake as you struggle to continue to ride out your high. You could tell by the way that your insides burned and ached that you were so close to cumming, but you were even closer to running out of steam. He could see your struggles, so he decided to help out. He grips you harshly by the hips and begins to thrust upwards, slamming right into the spot you so desperately wanted to be touched. To be obliterated. You threw your head back, so filled with overwhelming passion that your moan came out completely silent. "Come on. Cum all over my dick. Just like you always wanted.", he says between gritted teeth. You tangle your fingers in his hair and begin to tug on his silver locks. While it does hurt, he loves it, and continues to pound into your sweetspot.

"F-fuck I'm gonna ...c- cu", you can't even finish your sentence before you gush beneath him. Your legs shake violently as he continues to pound into you. Soon, he cums aswell. He loosens his grip on your hips and you begin to rise off of his dick. You're so shaky that you can barely move, so he wraps one arm around your back and gently places a hand behind your head, laying your face down on his chest. "Just rest for a sec." , he says while panting. You nod and lay down as he says. You were both hot and sweaty, but your skin felt perfect against each other. After a few seconds of you both catching your breath, he raises your hips up, letting his dick fall out of you and onto him. He then lowers you back down and continues to hold you.

"So.. will you be adding a new chapter to that little book of yours tonight?", he chuckles. "...fuck off.", he smiles at your response and places a kiss on your head. "Will things... be different between us now that you know?", you ask, nervous about how he'll react. "Well.. I think they will. But if we get to do this more often then I don't mind." You then hold each other for what feels like forever. Melting into each other and your newly mutual feelings.

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [1]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.4K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: Hello my loves! And welcome back to another, rather long, series! I had so many inspirations for this piece that I couldn’t wait to share with you all! Be warned, this might be a 20 part series, maybe more maybe less but we’ll see what happens! I hope you fall in love with this story as much as I do!

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Nothing started your morning off better than the princess screaming her head off first thing in the morning. You, along with other servants, rushed to aid the princess in her time of distress. Although, it was never something to worry about with her. It was always something minor, like her hair was styled incorrectly or she didn’t like the color of clothes her servant picked out. Of course, this time, she was making a fuss that her perfume didn’t smell right.

“Your highness, I promise you, it’s the same one,” one of the servants who aided her in the morning pleaded for her life.

“No! You must have switched it out because it smells nothing like mine!” the princess screeched. The princess was so outraged that she started throwing everything and anything that was around her. Clothes, jewelry, candles, mirrors, anything she could get her hands on, she threw it. You and the other girls that just arrived could only watch in horror as her whole room becomes a mess with her belongings, some broken some completely shattered.

You wanted to say something. But you knew you couldn’t. If you stepped out of line or even talked back to any of the royals, you were surely to be punished severely later. Yet, you wanted to say something so bad. It was on the tip of your tongue. Because you knew the reason why it may smell different to the princess. To help your fellow friend in desperate need, you were going to say it. You pray to the gods that what you were about to say was right.

“Princess, if I may,” you started. The princess stopped what she was doing, midair, to give you the coldest stare you have ever received from her. You gulped. Well, too late to back out now. You bowed down your head respectfully while extending your hand to take the perfume. You don’t know why the princess decided to trust you at that moment, but she did. She nodded her head, allowing one of the servants to retrieve the bottle and place it in the palm of your hands.

“I believe it’s because your clothes already have a different perfume on it.” you explain. You pick up a different piece of clothing, one you knew was clean and free from previous scents, and spritzed the perfume onto it. “Here, does this smell like normal?” you offer the piece of clothing to the princess. For a moment, she stares at it, not believing your words. But she forcibly takes it anyway and smells it. The look of realization hit her harder than when she smashed her mirror against the floor. She spares you a second glance before handing off her perfume to someone and faces away.

“I would like to be left alone,” the princess states. After a synchronized bow from all her servants, you left the princess’s quarters and back to your own. When you were far enough, you let out a big sigh of relief. Man, that was scary. You probably shouldn’t be doing that again any time soon. Your friend hooked arms with you, the unexpected force made you loose your balance.

“Your intuition was spot on, once again,” she stated. You could only roll your eyes.

“I was just trying to help the situation,” you explained.

“Yeah, well if only the princess could use her brain once in a while, then she would have figured it out herself,” your friend puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.

“Well maybe her highness wasn’t feeling herself this morning,” you tried to defend her. But really, there was only so much you could defend her on.

“Oh, please, (y/n). You know that’s how she acts all the time. You act more like a princess than the princess herself,” your friend finally let the cat out of the bag. You quickly slapped her hand and checked your surroundings. Phew, no one of importance was in sight.

“Oh hush now. Don’t say things like that,” you scold her, giving her a stern look.

“What? You know all us girls think that. It doesn’t help that you look almost exactly like her. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you were the princess instead.”

“Good gracious! Really? How could you say that so loud? What if someone overhears you? Then both you and me could get in trouble,” you warned. You knew your friend couldn’t care less. It was always gossip coming out of these girl’s mouths. That’s how news spreads fast around here. And you didn’t mind the gossip. Actually, you participated in the gossip too. There was a lot of downtime when you weren’t attending to the princess. So what do you do instead? Gossip. But you couldn’t have this type of gossip going around. This was dangerous.

The main girl who caused the princess to get upset, finally left the room. She was visibly traumatized by the whole event. Who wouldn’t be? Dealing with the princess is something else.

You noticed that the girl was bleeding from her finger. She must have gotten it when the princess was throwing glass around the room and it some pieces cut her.

“Come with me,” you gently grabbed her by the arm and led her to a room that was filled with different plants and bottles. The aroma immediately felt welcoming to anyone who stepped in. You went to a part of the room that you knew well and pulled out a bandage.

“This should do the trick,” you say as you finish wrapping her finger up.

“Thank you. How did you…”

“Oh, I learned a few things from the royal doctor. Sort of like an apprentice?” you explained. Being a servant isn’t the only task you knew how to do. On your spare time, you would come to the royal doctor and assist him whenever needed. In return for your volunteer, he taught you everything he knew about medicine. It was still a lot to process, but at least you knew how to do basic first aid.

“Are you even allowed to do that?” the girl asked. You thought for a minute. Was it? It wasn’t stopping you now.

“Well I guess it’s our little secret,” you put your finger to your mouth and gave a small wink.

After properly getting ready, you and the girls rushed to the princess’s side for it was your job to get her ready to be sent of and wedded. And she was not getting wedded off to just any prince. It was the rumored Blood Prince. Ah, yes. You heard much about this Blood Prince. He was the most vicious out of all the princes in the kingdom. Even more so than his eldest brothers. He was rumored to have sharp teeth and eyes that could kill with a single look. He was told to have scars marked all over his body from the battlefield. An ugly being, you imagined. Big, scary, intimidating, ruthless. God, you felt sorry for the princess for marrying such a man. You couldn’t imagine yourself marrying that type of person. Hearing stories about him made your blood run cold and chills down your spine.

You entered the princess’s room where a beautiful, white wedding dress, flowy, magnificent and perfect in all the right ways, was being fitted on the princess. You watched in awe because she looked absolutely fantastical in the dress. What a dream it would to be wear that dress only once in your life. At the same time her dress was being fitted, some servants were doing her hair and putting decorative pins and head pieces on. It was very chaotic in the room, with servants running everywhere, but it was all worth it for the princess to look this way.

You were preparing water for her hands and feet to soak while some of the girls that came with you were deciding which robe that best fits with her wardrobe.

“Your highness looks so lovely,” you commented, gently soaking her hands into warm bowls of water.

“Of course! I have to look my best for a special guest this afternoon,” the princess said in a cheery voice. You tilted your head slightly in confusion. You weren’t aware that the Blood Prince was coming to the palace. You thought the princess was being sent to him instead. You looked up and came into contact with a friend and she was speaking with her eyes.

She doesn’t know. She signaled to you. You frowned.

She doesn’t know?

She does not know.

Your mouth was left slightly ajar. The princess does not know that she is off to be engaged any moment now? This was a dilemma. She thinks a guest is coming. That’s why she’s dressed so much fancier than usual. But when she finds out that she is to be engaged, she’s going to wreck havoc in the palace. Now you really didn’t dare say anything now.

After finding out that very important piece of information, you could see that all the girls in the room knew, besides the princess. The tension in the room was growing increasingly more uncomfortable as time went on. But the princess was so air headed that she couldn’t read the room.

The princess was over the moon with happiness. And it was only because she could wear her fancy and expensive gowns that she can’t wear on the daily. She was skipping down the long corridors, humming a tune to only she knows as you and other servants follow behind her.

“Isn’t this dress beautiful? I feel like I’m in a wedding dress!” the princess exclaimed. You couldn’t help but raise a brow. Well, it’s because the princess is really in a wedding dress. But the princess did look beautiful beyond compare. She almost looked ethereal dancing in front of you like that. As the princess was dancing down the corridor, she passed by one of many large windows that gave a view of the front of the palace. A carriage was waiting to take her away to her fiancé, but she didn’t know that. Or did she?

She stopped in her tracks to take a better look at the carriage outside. A frown laid upon her lips and her eyebrows rightfully furrowed.

“Is that my carriage down there?” she questions. The ladies around you looked at each other, not knowing what to say. But even if they did know what to say, who was going to say it? One of your friends cleared their throat and bowed down to respond to the princess.

“It is, your highness,” she said.

“Whatever for?” a round of gulps could be heard from everyone there.

“For…your trip to your betrothed,” the girl’s voice shook from fear that the princess was going to blow up.

“My betrothed?” the princess repeated.

“Yes, your highness.”

“As in, to marry?”

“Yes, your highness.”

It was quiet. Nothing more came out of the princess’s mouth. And that scared all of you. This was not the normal reaction you were expecting. You expected her highness to rage, cry, scream, yell, destroy everything around her. But no. She was silent, like her tongue was ripped out of her throat.

In one quick movement, the princess turns around and dashes back to her bedroom. And who does she bring along? You! Before you could comprehend anything, the princess had taken you by the hand and now you were running down the corridor with the princess. The other ladies were running after you. When you turned back to look, you even saw a couple of guards running as well. But it was too late for them. The princess got to her room first, slammed the door closed, and barricaded the door with chairs to prevent anyone from coming inside.

“Your highness,” you call, out of breath from the sudden running. The princess didn’t answer you. She started taking off her dress, sending you into complete shock.

“Your highness! What are you doing?” you panicked. She only glared at you while not stopping what she was doing.

“Enough talking. Just take off your clothes,” she ordered you. You bit your lip. You had no idea what was going on but if she demanded it, then you had no choice but to obey. So, you stripped yourself of your filthy clothes and laid them on the floor. While you stood in front of the princess naked, she was getting the remaining of her clothes off. Then, she passed you her dress.

“Quick, put it on,” she said. You hesitated at first. You? Wear something only a princess could wear? But you couldn’t stall any longer. As quickly as you could, you put on the flowy wedding dress while the princess put on your peasant clothes. Banging was coming from the other side of the door, which only made both of you panic even more. If they came in while all this was happening, you would get into so much trouble. As soon as you both got situated in your new outfits, the princess gripped your shoulders so that you were looking her right in the eyes.

“Listen to me closely. You are going to take my place. I’ll be you and you’ll be me until you come back,” she shouted at you in a whisper.

“Your highness?” you began but she shut you up because she wasn’t finished.

“Your mission is to make this prince hate you so much that he calls off this marriage. Then you’ll return and everything will go back to normal,” she continued. It looked like she wanted to say more, but your time together was cut short. The guards had already pushed their way through the door and charging their way towards you. The princess, who was now dressed as you, quickly covered your face with the veil. The veil was thick enough that no one could see your eyes or face.

“Take the princess,” one of the guards ordered. The real princess bowed her head down, faking it until the end. The guards went straight up to you, grabbing you by both of your arms and forcibly escorted you out to the carriage.

And so there you were, on your way to some unknown kingdom, about to marry some man you didn’t even know. All because the princess ordered you to. No matter how much you hated the idea, you couldn’t even voice your opinions to her. You were in no position to do so. Before you left the palace grounds, you looked back, hoping that this was all some sort of sick joke. But the princess was looking down at you from the window, giving you a nod of trust. She trusted you. You had to fulfil her request.

This is how you found yourself in the presence of the most vicious Blood Prince, Bakugou Katsuki.

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[docockbrainrot]

i think i want you (to leave)

Summary: We’re all running from something. Sometimes, metaphorically. Sometimes, literally. Literally running, from the very strangely hypnotizing supervillain that seems hellbent on ruining every bit of your life he can get all eight of his limbs on.

Pairing: Doc Ock X Reader/ Otto Octavius X Reader

Content: Slow Burn, NSFW eventually, 18+

AO3 link here.

Previous Chapter

Chapter 5

anathema// former vandal

The next several days are an uneventful blur. You barely leave your apartment, except for brief dog walks and grabbing food from the bodega across the street.

It’s 9 pm on Saturday and you’re fresh out of the shower, tucked away in a very fuzzy robe, lounging on the couch and watching YouTube on your television. You almost miss the subtle taptaptaptap sound coming from your window, you're so engrossed in the cooking show you’ve been binging. Gotta fill the void somehow, right?

You can’t see anything outside from where you’re sitting. The lights are on and make it impossible to peer through the reflections on the glass. Maybe it’s a bird. Or a branch is caught on the fire escape. Either way, you certainly can’t be assed to check it out and you take another sip of your chamomile tea- you’ve been trying everything under the sun, just about short of literally snorting lines of melatonin, to try to sleep better at night. Nothing’s been working. But you have been making a very valiant effort.

A few moments go by and you forget all about the window disturbance until,

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP.

It’s jarring. It’s loud. Above all else, it’s annoying. Chekov spares you a look, like you’re the one making a racket. Effectively exasperated, you make an effort to set, not slam, down your mug, feeling decidedly not Calm and Relaxed as the tea promised. Suppose it’s not miracle shit though, is it? You would not be a good candidate for a horror movie because you fearlessly storm over to the window and throw it open (it wasn’t locked in the first place; you’re quite terrible at remembering to). You stick your head out and glower at whatever irritating mischief is happening out here, ready to rip the fire escape off the side of the brick building.

You’re greeted by something cold and hard (and indubiously metal, judging by how it felt against your sternum) shoving you back into your apartment, sending you sprawling unceremoniously to the hardwood floor. A string of profanities ready to leave your tongue, you sit up and adjust your robe in an attempt to preserve a modicum of your modesty. The rant dies in your throat as red eyed claws grip the threshold of your pre-war window and it’s almost comical the way He maneuvers himself in, far too large to be making these sorts of entrances. Standing up to his full height before you while you’re still sitting dumbfounded on the floor reminds you of just how impressively built he is. You manage to pick your jaw up, but your ass remains firmly planted on the wood.

“Uh… you could have just used the buzzer, dude. I have a front door, you know,” you sputter out, brain blitzing in pretty much every way possible. Your thoughts are racing and eventually they settle on the most important thing you can think to ask in that moment: “... Why aren’t you wearing a shirt.” You can't help the way your eyes are drawn to his broad chest, gaze lingering on the vast scarring that spills out from the metal contraption clamped around his midsection.

Otto very graciously closes the window behind himself. Or at least his little robot accomplices do it for him. You still aren’t sure what’s going on with that- the whole AI thing. Not even a blip on your radar of concerns at this point. “Didn’t want anyone to see me come in. Your building has a camera on the front, facing the street.”

“That’s why you’re shirtless?” You ask dumbly. Interesting method of camouflage. “What? No- what? It doesn’t matter- listen to me. I need you to do something for me. A small favor.”

He doesn’t seem to notice the compromised position he put you in. Typical. Gathering up your broken pride, you get up and tighten the tie of your robe a bit. It isn’t until then that he has the decency to look a smidge embarrassed and you hope you didn't just give him a free show on your way to getting to your feet. “You literally just broke into my apartment and now you’re asking for a favor? We barely know each other!”

“Less complicated when there's nothing personal involved yet, plus- you let me in,” he corrects you. You wish he would stop doing that. You wish he would stop meeting with you like this, under weird and mysterious circumstances. Even though it's only been like twice. You're already over it.

“You threw me across the room!”

“Touche.”

Otto does not apologize and you did not sincerely expect him to. The look on his face reads more like the cat that got the canary than regretful. You feel as though you’ve come to recognize that expression on his face and you also feel as though you don’t much like the fact that you’ve enough encounters with this man that you can recognize a damn thing about him. “What… could you possibly need me to do for you? I am not robbing a bank.” You just want to get that out into the open as soon as possible.

“I don’t need your help robbing a bank,” he snorts as if the idea is preposterous and you take a moment to feel insulted. Wow. Okay. You could totally rob a bank if you wanted to. Deciding to not comment on your wounded ego, you let him get to the point. Otto pulls something out of his inner coat pocket. It's some kind of rolled up paper and you think at first maybe it's a newspaper or magazine. He unfurls it onto the coffee table and holds it open with two metal claws on either side so it doesn't ravel itself back up.

You realize it's a blueprint. "This is… Oscorp," you point out stupidly, brow furrowing in confusion. There's levels to what's happening here. Layers upon layers, melding together with rot and decay and you can all but smell it. But there's something missing, something that would tie all of the wackjob shit that's been happening to you and around you together. It feels like when you have a very particular thought and then walking into another room makes it dissolve from your head. You're trying to grasp for it, to fit the puzzle pieces together, but it's just out of reach.

"Yes. It is. I have a small task I need you to do," Otto starts off, metal phalanges pushing his glasses up onto the top of his head as he looks over at you. For the first time, you can see his eyes in the light. The warm amber feels like a mockery- you have seen his cruelty in action.

"Where did you get this?"

"Does it matter?" Of course he'd say that.

Your fingertips brush against the metaphorical wayward chain link. It's right there. You just have to grab it and pull it back to you, like the anchor of a ship before it can set sail.

He's talking. You aren't listening. He's tracing a finger over the schematics. You don't see it. Realization washes over you in a heart-dropping tsunami. The voicemail you got from Oscorp plays like a broken record in your mind. 'Hello, Y/N. We're calling in regards to your employment status here at Oscorp. Unfortunately, due to a breach of security, we are having to make staffing cuts and are going to have to let you go. We appreciate your time and effort and wish you the best of luck in your next endeavor.' It didn't make sense at the time. A lot of things didn't. You replay the scene of poor David, desperately pleading for his life at the hands of the man hunched over here, just in your living room. You mentally re-run it over and over like bad 80s sitcoms on late night television.

"Lab Coat Guy…"

You don't realize you whispered it out loud until Otto goes silent.

"What?"

You slowly look at him and take a single step backwards, shaking your head. The company embroidered on David's lab coat hadn't been clear to you in the moment- but it's crystal in hindsight. Oscorp. "You got me fired." Your tone is flat, until anger flashes through you, like a streak of lightning through a dark, moonless sky, illuminating all of things that didn’t make sense before.

"It doesn't matter. What I need you to do-" He's so nonchalant, so blasé that it only stokes the embers of frustration until there's a roaring blaze burning beneath your skin. It's all about him, what he needs, what he wants. He has the nerve, the audacity, to keep traipsing into your life, kicking you while you're down and then ask for favors? You want to say all of that to him but unfortunately for you, you're an angry crier. Your outburst of bravery at him the last time you saw each other had surprised even you- but now there's so much more emotion roiling around inside you.

"No. No, no. Fuck you. You got me fired! I can't- I can't not have a job, I have to pay rent! You could get me arrested for just talking to you!" Oscorp had you canned to tie up any potential loose ends before anymore Davids could slip through the cracks. You think about how scared the poor dude must have been, threatened into stealing blueprints from the biggest corporation in the city, for one of the most infamous criminals. You don't know how they found out you were even remotely involved and you don't want to know.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks and once the floodgates have opened you're very familiar with how long it's going to take to close them again. After all you've been bottling this up since you found out, too disappointed to even tell any of your friends or family.

Otto appears taken aback, to say the least. He even looks like he's at a loss for words; that's a first. You know he could kill you where you stand in the blink of an eye, but in that moment you don’t even care. You’ve been trying so hard for so long to get on your feet, to do things for yourself and get away from the past. You moved across the country, you left everything behind, you got a damn dog. It seems like every time you manage to take a step forward in life, you’re knocked flat on your ass, apparently literally sometimes. It isn’t fair. Things don’t come easily to you, you’ve always had to work for them. You aren’t wealthy, you aren’t a supergenius, you’re just… you. The job at Oscorp was good money and you really felt like you were getting your shit together for a while.

“They’re not who you think they are,” he says finally, so calmly, with such carefulness about his words, that you sniffle pathetically and look up at him. He doesn’t look nearly as pleased with himself as you thought he might. And here you’ve been, under the impression that he gets off on hurting people. “Oscorp. I’m not… I’m not just doing this for me. You have to understand that.”

The schematics are furled up and tucked away. You make the mistake of meeting his eyes. Maybe it’s just the tears that blur your vision, but you swear you see a softness there before they’re hidden away again by his glasses.

He lingers at the window.

“I hope you’ll reconsider.” And then he was making his exit, even taking care to gently close the window on the way out. But he raps on the glass with his knuckles from where he stands on the fire escape and you know the look of confusion on your tear-streaked face speaks for itself. Otto points to the latches on the window. ‘Lock it.’ He mouths before he’s gone, presumably to wreak havoc and harass other unsuspecting young women that don’t want anything to do with him.

You thought everything had come together- but the more sense you make of it, the less you seem sure of the bigger picture. You aren't even sure exactly what he wanted you to do.

You’re left with an endless bounty of questions, and not enough answers to satisfy any of them.

[octopus-reactivated]

Title me Miss

You remember Decima? If not, here she is.

Tw/cw: Pet whump. legal slavery, stress position, maybe? low self-esteem, dehumanisation, unreliable narrator, derogatory language

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The cage was small, much smaller than cages usually used in stores. He had to bend while kneeling. His back hurt and he wanted to lay down, curl up on cold floor, but then he wouldn't be able to get at kneeling position fast, and if someone would look at him, and see he isn't even kneeling, then he won't be bought and taken to new home and new Master and it’s not like his chances were high to begin with.

He had to stay in this uncomfortable position. Of course stupid Pet like him deserved anything better, anyway.

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That's bad - thought Paparazzi realising the celebrity saw her taking a photo of him. Except that she wasn't a paparazzi, and he wasn't a celebrity.

Caretaker quickly turned around trying to walk away without getting into a confrontation. It was most likely that she would be able to get away, and even if man would demand to delete photos, she already switched memory cards, so the evidence was safe.

She took a glance into a reflective surface. Yep. Mr. Politician was following her, and even pointed at her. Rude. She hid behind the nearest corner, taking her jacket off. Then she hopped into the closest shop and got wig off - good thing she actually decided to start using them. She walked into the furthest part of the shop, hiding clothing, wig and camera in a bag and done! Caretaker can be a different person now! It took her 15 seconds no more. Still far away from a perfect time of 7 seconds, but most likely 15 seconds would be enough.

Caretaker calmed herself down, and crunched behind a cage

And then she saw where she was. A “Pet” shop. She realised There was a human in a cage, and he looked at her with hopeful eyes. Oh no. She suddenly felt guilty. She never was brave enough to go after a big company. Did this combination of events happen to show her what happens to people because she refuses to take action... Even if this action is just spying on corrupted politicians?

She will have to pull herself together and inform Justin she's ready to hunt down big fish.

Caretaker stayed a little longer, until she decided it was safe to go. She stood up and at that moment a man in a cage whimpered. She looked at the boy. He had teary eyes. Was it because she didn't want to buy him? Why would anyone be sad for not getting bought? Maybe Pets were punished when someone decided to leave them? It made no sense, but common sense probably got beaten out of them. Whatever it was, the boy was authentically sad.

"I'm just... looking at the description, don't worry" she sent him a reassuring smile. What the what was she doing? She's not here to buy anything? Maybe she would be able to steal him? No, she's a simple photographer playing spy, not a thief. And THAT would be illegal, and she can't have a criminal record. Caretaker looked at papers glued to the board over the cage. Age, physical attributes, placing of scars, training facility, 'one previous owner' note, price - cheaper than she would expect for a human being- what he was trained to, blablabla...

"Interested in-" without thinking, she turned around and punched the owner of a voice in the stomach. He bent in half. Only then she realised it was one of the employees.

"I'm so sorry i didn't mean to hurt you, you terrified me" she apologised quickly, and she meant it. She really was sorry for punching an innocent person. Oh wait, this guy works at Pet store. Nevermind, she's not sorry. Unless that would make a fuss and affect her reputation. Then maybe a little.

Employee straighten up

"You're stronger than you look like" He said, quite impressed.

"Thank you. I didn't meant to use that strength on you"

"No problem, it was my fault anyway. I tend to walk quiet" He said, but to be honest it sounded a little forced. Later on he will trash talk about her to his friends for sure. "Anyway i was meant to ask if you're interested in this Pet"

"Well, I am considering... "

"We also have many others here, or you can visit our website and..."

"No thank you... I think… I think I will talk to my friend, he's like 78% of my impulse control. I will be back in a few minutes."

"Of course if you want to discuss it with someone..." Employee looked disappointed, but he also didn't want to come out as pushy, so he didn't stop her.

When she was walking away Pet sniffed, and an employee kicked cage saying something angrily. He switched from servile to cruel in seconds. Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. She will stop this. But first she had to make a call.

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Pet was waiting, hoping for the impossible, and then- then someone walked in and looked at him! Mistress with exotic blue hair! She was looking at him! Maybe she will pet him and decide he looks adorable and take him? He tried so hard to look cute!

Of course it wasn't enough. Mistress stood up. Why would she want a disgusting, horrible Pet like him? He whimpered and shut up immediately. He didn't get permission to make a sound. Bad, untrained Pet.

"I'm just looking at the description, don't worry," Lady said. Of course, you stupid mutt. Humans won't just decide by looking at face, they would want to know... all those important stuff written in his document, that he was to stupid to understeand.

One of the Masters came and talked to Lady... but she just punched him! And the Master was in pain, but still didn't get mad... Did it mean that Lady was so cruel she wanted to hurt even other humans and powerful enough to get away with this? Pet trembled.

Master tried to convince her to purchase one of Pets, him or some other, that was less useless, bu the Lady apparently didn't liked anything, so she used banal excuse even dumb Pet was able to look through and left.

He tried not to cry.

Master kicked his cage.

"Can't you even try to be less hopeless?" he said angry

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"Justin, my beloved, my light, my braincell and my source of income i need your advice"

Sigh.

"What is this time?"

"So I was doing as you said, and you were right, they really met and there was a third man with them, and I got photos, but he saw me and..."

"Did you lose evidence?"

"Nah, don't worry it's safe like a baby in your mother's arms. The thing is I had to flee and I went into the first open store and there was Pet and he looked so sad, and I have to take him now, but..."

"I see, do you want me to gently sway you from making decisions you already know it's bad, or do you look for my genuine opinion about your capability of taking care of a pet with your job?"

"No no no no no. You misunderstood me. It was A Pet. And I want to take him, because I'm afraid they will beat him to death if i don't but I also don't want to give them my money. I don't want to contribute to the system, but stealing is bad and I don't know what to do anymore."

"Okay. Okay, wait a moment i need to think about it for second"

"Okay"

"Alright, I have an idea: big companies like that always have some dirt. So do like this: go to this store and buy him casually, but look for old ventilation, unsafely placed things or anything. Note that and take photos if you can, and we will later snitch on them for WHS violation or something"

"Okay. Thank you i knew i could count on you"

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Pet was kneeling in the cage. He could have a new home by now if only he wouldn't be so disgusting. The last customer was really scary, and cruel and even she didn't want such an awful Pet. He tried not to cry. Crying wasn't cute and he had to look cute even if it was pointless.

Then he heard quick angry footsteps. The blue-haired lady was back. What did it mean?

"I'M TAKING HIM!" She shouted. She had fire in her eyes. It took all of Pet's strength not to move away to the back of the cage.

She will buy him, and she was angry, maybe because the pet was scared of her, or maybe her Friend failed to control her impulse, or maybe it was something different, but the Pet will pay for that.

He was scared, but he will take all the pain if she would want him, please he wants to be wanted, even if it doesn't matter what he wants, take him away, he will be good...

Master rushed and took Lady to the back, where the documents were signed. Pet glued eyes to the doors. She still can change her mind when she will look deeper and realise how bad and ill-trained animal he is.

Or maybe she would like to have a broken animal to train up to herself? Was it about it?

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"Here are all his files. We have to make sure you had read them, especially the last page"

"Sure, give me some time"

"Also if you have any questions, i'm here to help"

"I don't have any..." she said, but then the idea hit her "actually, do you have any more detailed record of his training?"

"We do have records for all our pets, but we can show them only to the owner. We can email them right after purchase. They're quite large"

"Works for me" She said. Maybe the records will say more about his conditioning, and help with recovery. Anyway it won't do harm if she will have them.

Now onto reading stuff she will sign. Make sure the company won’t hide anything in small print.

It took longer than she would like to admit and hopefully she understood all the words just right… There was one page left.

There was something about being "ready to handle" and "responsiblebleble..." and

oh

Employee must have seen that she got to that part.

That part... changed the light she looked at the boy.

And she hesitated for a moment.

“May… may i know the circumstances of an incident?” she asked

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Master- no, the former Master now opened a cage and threw him on the ground. Pet felt his shoulder hit the hard floor and he holded cry in .

"Looks like you got purchased after all. Unbelievable. Ayway, how long do you think it will take for you to mess up and get returned?" former Master said. Pet was stupid, yes, and he had trouble learning rules but he knew that he can't break them now, and he wasn't allowed to speak

"Answer me you dumb Pet"

now that was an order

"A- a month maybe?"

"Ha! you aim high. I doubt you will be able to last two weeks"

Pet didn't want to go back at all, but if the former Master says he won't be able to enjoy new home for longer than two weeks then it was true. He had to bear Mutt for so long!

He took off one collar and put on another. It was so soft, softer than a pet ever had. Finally he grabbed him by the shoulder he felt on and took to the new owner.

"See you soon," former Master whispered to Pet.

And there she was. New owner. The scary Lady. Pet trembled.She didn’t clipped a leash or grab him by hair, instead she put her arm around him. Didn't she want him to have even this piece of freedom? Or was she afraid he would try to run away? He won't, he will be good and Pet hoped he would be allowed to speak to tell he will be good. But he wasn't allowed so he just quietly walked by her side. He couldn't crawl with her holding him, will he be punished for walking on legs like a human?

They walked outside. The sun was so nice, and the air was fresh. But he knew it was not to enjoy, he wasn't allowed to enjoy those things.

"We will have to wait here for a while. My friend - the one I mentioned before - will give us a ride. Anyway, what's your name?"

Was he tested already? He knew how to follow rules, he could follow them...

Owner looked at him in scary silence

"Oh. I forgot. You can speak. I wouldn't ask if i didn't expected any answer"

Oh no. Oh no no, they didn't even get home, and he disappointed Owner already.

"I don't have any name, Mast- Mistress"

“Hmm well then how did the.. shop employees call you then?”

“Disgusting, Mutt, Dirty…”

"That won’t work. We have to give you a real name. And you can call me by mine. I'm Decima. 'Mistress' sounds like some annoying character from a historical drama. But if you feel uncomfortable without honorifics then you can title me 'Miss'. But I prefer to be referred to by name, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Decima"

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T: Here We Go Again

Guess who’s back, baby!!!

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Ingredients: hella noncon touching (unsexy), dehumanization/objectification, “it” as a forced pronoun

I am a person. A human being. I have very normal arms and legs that are the same bronze color as the rest of me. My nails are all...nail colored. Clear? They’re not black. Because I’m a person. Erebus. I’m not...not a prince anymore, but I’m still me. Even if my eyes are white and my teeth are sharp and my tongue is black, I’m still a human inside. Not a monster.

Hesitantly, Erebus opened his eyes and looked down at his right arm. For the first time in over a month, it actually looked normal, and although something was still definitely off about it, he was more than happy with this for now. As long as he believed the person he was inside was still human, his arm wouldn’t look like it had been dipped in blood, which was something. When Neteri came in, he held it up excitedly.

“Neteri, look, I got it to change!”

She smiled broadly and clapped her hands together. “That’s wonderful, Erebus! Let me see.” She came over and gently took his arm, examining it all over, splaying out his fingers and looking at his nails, rubbing his skin, and rolling up his sleeve to expose the gnarled scar below his shoulder from the amputation. It was less jarring to look at now that his flesh wasn’t changing color around it. “Good, good,” she muttered to herself before looking back at him. “How did you do it?”

“I just, uh...thought about how...how I’m not a monster.”

Neteri smiled at him warmly. “That’s right, you’re not!” She petted the top of his head, and he resisted the urge to lean into it. “And the fact that you’re a person will be especially important for you to remember today.”

“Uh...why?”

Neteri nervously rubbed her hands together. “So...remember how I said I’d have to let Hjáll look at you again at some point in the future?”

“Is it some point in the future now?”

“Yeah. Like right now.” She pulled the leash out of her bag, and he leaned away from her. “Come on, Erebus. I’ll be right there with you the whole time, and I won’t let her do anything awful. It’ll just be...a lot of touching. But not everywhere. Just where I’ve done things to you. So you’ve already been touched there before, at least by me, though I guess-” 

“Shut up, Neteri, I’ll go.” He sighed in defeat and got up, letting her attach the infernal thing to his neck once again. 

Erebus tried as best he could to calm his nerves as they walked along. He wasn’t exactly excited about seeing Hjáll again, even though he knew it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as last time. He wouldn’t be alone with that woman since Neteri would be there to supervise, and he figured she wouldn’t let Hjáll hurt him, either. But he still really didn’t want her to touch him all over or talk about him like he was some sort of...beast, and that was going to happen no matter what. Hopefully...hopefully he wouldn’t be forced to wear that awful muzzle again, at the very least.

They arrived at a door, and once Neteri ushered him in, he froze at the sight of the room beyond. It was bare save for two posts with manacles dangling from them and a chain with a hook attached to it hanging from the ceiling. He’d figured he was going to be restrained for this, but he’d thought it would be a chair or the table or something where he’d be less...exposed. Still, he let Neteri lead him to stand between the posts, watching a moment as she swatted at the small hook hanging from the ceiling, still unable to reach it even on her tiptoes. Sighing, he reached up and grabbed it with ease. “What do you want with this?” She smiled and hesitantly held up the leash.

“Um, well, if you could just...attach this to that...no, not the end, do it so it’s, uh, tight-not too tight, I don’t want you to choke yourself, just so it’s hard for you to move...yeah. Wait, shoot.”

“What?”

“Could you, uh, take your shirt off?”

“Do I have t-”

“Yes.” Erebus sighed, reaching up to unhook the leash, but he stopped midway and just unclipped it from the front of his collar. After pulling his shirt off, he simply crossed his arms and looked down at Neteri, careful not to look at his chest. He was not putting the leash back on himself. She rolled her eyes and reattached it before gently taking his wrists and pulling them out to either side, chaining them to the pillars he was standing in between. He resisted the urge to squirm, clenching his fists as she secured his ankles as well. He felt so exposed like this, but he was completely helpless to cover any part of himself.

While waiting for Hjáll to show up, Neteri ducked under his arm and stood behind him, no doubt looking at his scarred back. Erebus shuddered as she traced a finger down his spine, but if she noticed his discomfort, she paid it no mind. He looked back at her as best he could with his collar and the chain attached to it in the way. “What...what are you doing?”

“Just...looking,” Neteri hummed, her fingers still tracing along lightly. “Your next procedure will be on your back.” He gulped, wondering if she was going to mess with his spine given how much attention she was paying it. 

“What are you going to-”

“It’s a secret.” 

“Of course it is,” he sighed, and Neteri laughed lightly in response. Her touch moved from his spine to the whip scars crisscrossing his back. He’d always tried not to dwell on them, and he’d honestly only really looked at them once, towards the beginning of his time here. There were a lot of things he wanted to forget about that day, and being whipped was one of them.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stop them sooner,” Neteri blurted. “Not that you should’ve been whipped at all, but the Emperor wanted you to be…” He felt her hand clench into a fist against his back. “To be honest, I mostly stopped them because...because I wanted you, and I didn’t want them to hurt you more than I could fix easily. Because they were damaging something that might be mine. But I shouldn't've-”

Neteri was cut off by the door opening and Hjáll walking in, who immediately regarded Erebus with suspicion. “I thought I told you to put a muzzle on it, Neteri.” Neteri, who had come back in front of Erebus, simply crossed her arms.

“And I told you that two of the procedures were inside of his mouth, so I don’t know how you’d be able to conduct a proper examination if you couldn’t see half of what I’ve done. Besides, he can’t bite you unless you put your hands near his mouth. Not that he’ll bite you at all,” she looked up at Erebus, eyes narrowed, “right, Erebus?”

He rolled his eyes, not that either of them could tell since he didn’t have pupils anymore. “Yeah, I won’t bite.” He honestly had been considering biting Hjáll if she put her hand in his mouth, but he’d play nice since Neteri asked and would therefore probably punish him if he disobeyed. She might also just laugh about it after, but he didn’t want to risk making his situation any worse.

“See? He’s a good boy. So, let’s get started.” Neteri pulled on her gloves. “I’m sure you’ve noticed his fangs by now.” She reached up into his mouth, her finger pressing against the back of one of them. “I went with relatively short ones so they wouldn’t affect his speech and salivation too greatly, but they’re still quite sharp.”

“They’re the pride component, are they not?” Hjáll asked as she tentatively reached her own gloved finger into his mouth. Erebus opened wider and looked firmly at the corner, already very much not enjoying this. And he was certain the objectification was only just beginning.

After they finished talking about his teeth, they moved to his tongue. Neteri gently pulled it out of his mouth, something that never failed to give him flashbacks to when she’d cut off his human one. She seemed to be able to tell, giving him a reassuring pat before beginning to speak. “This was the first procedure I did, and it’s the gluttony component.”

“Huh. The shape’s so different that I can really only tell that from the color. Oh, I suppose it has the ridges as well.”

“Yeah, I had to modify the shape a bit before putting it in. I wanted him to be able to speak without much issue.”

“I still don’t understand why you want it to talk.”

“Erebus is very helpful!” Neteri let go of his tongue, and he quickly pulled it back in and shut his mouth, deciding to just not get involved in this particular conversation. “He tells me a lot of things I wouldn’t have been able to pick up on through observation alone. Thanks to him, I have a really good understanding on how all the procedures have affected him and how the demon components operate. Besides,” she smiled up at him, “I like talkin’ to him.”

Hjáll raised an eyebrow. “I hope this...attachment to your subject isn’t interfering with your work, Neteri.”

“It isn’t! Everything has proceeded as planned so far, and you know I’m good at putting aside my personal feelings”

“Still...this is why I recommend you just break it. It will make this all that much easier for you. If you’d just put it in my care for a few weeks,” she grabbed Erebus’s chin, looking him right in the eye, “I’d shatter it into perfect, empty compliance. No personality left to get attached to.”

“If I wanted him broken and compliant I already would have done it,” Neteri said coldly as she swatted Hjáll’s hand away from Erebus. “And I have plans in place in case he gives me reason to change my mind.” Erebus shuddered at that, gripping the chains tightly in his fists. What...what would Neteri do to him if she wanted to...to break him? He’d seen that same look in her eyes when she’d threatened to vivisect him if he tried to run, so he could only imagine what other awful things like that she might do to him...it made him more determined than ever to just suck up what little pride he had left and behave.

They moved to his eyes next, both of them now touching his face far too much for his comfort. He resumed staring at the corner, trying very hard not to focus on how close Hjáll’s face was to his since she wasn’t that much shorter than him. 

“He’s immune to visually activated petrification now, and he can see pretty well in the dark and underwater, despite the modifications I made to adjust them for surface conditions. It’s likely he can’t see in the dark as well as he’d be able to if I hadn’t done that, but that’s not really a big deal. You can’t really tell where he’s looking, though, watch. Look at me, Erebus.” He did so, and she nodded. “If he did it, I can’t tell. Look at Hjáll now.” Begrudgingly, he complied. Her thin eyes were a piercing green, and he would’ve found them rather pretty if they belonged to anyone but her. She smiled.

“I can tell it’s looking at me from how red its face is getting. So shy,” she crooned, trailing a finger down his bare chest. The chains held him in place, rendering him powerless to swat her away or even step back, so he just glared at her, trying his best to hide his discomfort. She chuckled, her touch moving to his right arm. “I see progress has been made with this arm. It was still red last time I examined your subject.”

“Yes, that was actually a pretty recent breakthrough! We discovered it’s related to how he perceives himself, but we’ll need to work with it further to fully understand how it operates.” Hjáll narrowed her eyes as she examined his now human-looking arm.

“So you’re saying it perceives itself as human?”

Neteri’s gazes hardened. “Yes, Hjáll, Erebus is a human being. Unlike you, I don’t experiment with my subject’s souls.” She sighed. “Are you satisfied with your examination?”

“I suppose. I did enjoy the chance to get a good look at it without all the...problems it posed last time.” She leaned towards him, placing a hand on his chest again. “Though I must say, it’d be so much more fun to have your little monster all to myself.”

“Erebus is not a monster, and he is mine,” Neteri growled, worming her way between him and Hjáll. “He always will be.” He felt his stomach drop at that; Neteri’s extreme possessiveness of him was one thing he could never get used to.

“Maybe someday you’ll change your mind. Until next time, then.” Both of them visibly relaxed once she was gone. Neteri started freeing Erebus from the restraints, giving him a concerned look.

“You okay? You were kinda quiet.”

“I’m...I’m fine. I just...didn’t have anything I really wanted to say. Anything that wouldn’t have made her slap me again, anyway.” He rubbed his sore wrists as she crouched to free his ankles.

“Did she slap you the first time?”

“Yeah. For ‘talking back’.”

“Oh, sun forbid test subjects be people.” Erebus opened his mouth to object, but then closed it. He, Neteri, and Hjáll all had very different opinions on that statement, and all of them were set in their beliefs enough that there wasn’t much use arguing. It was sort of funny that he and Hjáll both disagreed with that particular sentence, but for wildly different reasons. And while they were still in the subject of her...

“Neteri...is there any, um...is there any way Hjáll could…could actually...get me?” She finished unchaining his ankles and stood, looking up at him as she slowly shook her head.

“I don’t think so. You’re legally my property, despite…” she ran her finger down the center of his brand. “I can’t think of why she’d have any claim to you. I suppose possession of you would revert to the state if something were to happen to me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’d become hers. But don’t worry,” she cupped his cheek in her hand, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. And while I’m still here, I promise I’ll never hand you over to her. Unless you wanted me to for some bizarre reason.”

He shook his head. “I’d sooner ask for you to parade me around the streets of Nathar on the leash. But...thanks.” She nodded, and after he’d gotten his shirt back on, they returned to his cell.

“Now, I’ve got one more thing on the agenda for you today,” Neteri muttered as she dug around in her bag. Erebus watched her warily, hoping it wasn’t anything painful. “Are you going to sit still for this?” she asked as she pulled out a pair of shears. The same shears that she’d used to... Erebus flinched, his hands instinctively moving to cover his mouth.

“Um, you’re not-”

“No, no, not your tongue, silly. Your hair’s just gotten long.” Erebus lowered his arms, momentary panic starting to subside. His hair. Right. She had mentioned something about it the other day. He ran a hand through it.

“Oh. I mean, it really...hasn’t. Do I have to keep it short?” 

Neteri nodded. “Long hair gets in the way, especially with some of the stuff I have planned.”

“Stuff like what?”

“Stuff...involving the back of your neck. And the sides of your head.”

“The sides of my…” he clamped his hands on either side of his head, right above his ears. “Are you going to give me horns?!” Neteri smiled suspiciously and shrugged.

“Perhaps.” His hands twisted in his hair as a low whine emitted from his throat. “You’ll be fine, Erebus, I can get rid of them once the experiment is over. They won’t be that big. And you can grow your hair out again when this is over if you want to, I don’t really care. So come on, are you gonna let me cut it?”

He sighed. “Fine.” She had him sit in one of the chairs, and he clenched his fists in his lap as she threw a towel over his shoulders. At least he wasn’t tied up this time.

Neteri’s hand slid under his chin, gently tilting it up until he was staring straight ahead instead of at the floor. “Keep your chin up for me, okay?” She ran her hand through his hair, humming slightly. “Mmm, it’s always so silky.”

Erebus wished something as simple as having his hair cut didn’t bring him close to tears. But the last time this happened, the last time she did this to him...it had been one of the worst days of his life. And it was just another reminder that he wasn’t in control of his body at all. He bit his lip as he watched the little black clippings flutter to the ground, careful not to tilt his head. Actually...maybe this was for the best. Prince Erebus had been beautiful, with blue eyes and long hair and a smile that wouldn’t make people scream and run. But that wasn’t who he was anymore. The body he had now, the monster, had empty white eyes and horrific scars and fangs and eventually horns and that was him now, that was who he was, so maybe having short hair would help him remember that, to keep them separate.

“Okay, perfect.” Neteri ruffled his hair before coming around in front of him, tilting his chin to admire her work. “Yeah, you look super cute! Or cool or whatever you want to be. It suits you.” 

“Thanks,” Erebus muttered as he got up to go look for himself while Neteri cleaned up. She’d cut it short, shorter than she had the first time, especially in the sides and back, but he understood why. And he supposed it did look good, even if he didn’t look like his old self one bit, but, honestly...that was okay. It made it easier for him to believe that that was someone else, just a nameless monster staring back at him with those blank white eyes. Prin-no, he was never going to be that again, ever Erebus was just going away for a while, but he’d see his own face again someday. But for now, he’d inhabit the body of the monster.

And until he was actually himself again, until he looked as human as he was inside because he was human, he was, he was okay with keeping his hair short.

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“Are you sure?” Baekhyun whispered, and this time reached for the hem of your shirt to properly bring it up. “I will want this off, my little lady,” he told you, his breath hitting your lips. The way his fingers left feather-like touches on your skin made you shiver. And yes, you very much wanted the shirt off. No more hiding from him. “And I might want to visit down there, too,” he added when the shirt was now at your breasts, his hand revealing more skin.

With his last request, your breath hitched. He and you both knew it wasn’t the place you allowed him to see yet. He hadn’t seen you down there since pre-birth times. That’d been months. Because of your ugly scar, you couldn’t bear the idea of Baekhyun seeing the butchered up skin that was stitched together, leaving behind an ugly scar.

In Baekhyun’s mind though, it was a scar that he cherished and wanted to give it special attention. Without it, you would probably have a scar on your tummy. He believed the scar down there was the special proof of how strong of a woman you were; how much you fought to bring your beautiful children to this world.

God, sometimes he just had to be virtually slapped again and again; you risked your life for your offsprings. You, still so young, naturally brought triplets to this world and made Baekhyun the most blessed man. He was proud to have you as his wife; there was no way he would ever let another man let his words get into your head like it happened with Junho.

“So what do you say?” he purred and you automatically lifted yourself up so he could lift your shirt over your head, throwing it behind him casually, his eyes carefully looking for your eyes, even though it was dark. There was only a distant glint in them. “Will mummy let daddy see her?” he breathed as he inched closer, his hand coming to rest on your hips before he slid them upwards to tease the underside of your breasts.

You gasped, the feeling growing foreign over the time. You were nonstop exposed with your chest, the babies had bitten you, slapped you with their little hands but the touch of Baekhyun’s fingers on the sensitive skin was magical and something you didn’t know you desperately needed. While his index finger was under the breast, he let his thumb brush over the nipple and you gasped again, leaning closer to him.

“Baek-Baekhyun,” you stammered, as if gasping for air and trying hard not to close your eyes at the beautiful sensations.

“Just answer me,” he replied instead, “because oppa is getting a little impatient.” With that, he finally cupped your breast, his palm warm, testing the way your breast felt after birthing your munchkins. They were incredibly full and huge; he already knew that. But it was mind blowing how your nipples changed, their shape perky and sticking out; the fullness completely different with the way you were overproducing milk. He groaned and leaned in, his nose brushing yours. “Yes or no?”

You closed your eyes at the feel of his nose nuzzling yours, lulling you into a pleasurable slumber and, into complete submission to him. You licked your lips, unable to think straight when you gave him the green he’d been dying to hear for so long. “Okay, but don’t look,” you said, trying to burn him down with your warning gaze.

“It’s dark,” replied Baekhyun matter-of-factly and his hand that was on your chest was now on your shoulder, pushing you backwards to lie down. “I won’t look but I’ll definitely have a taste, sweetheart. I’ll have you my way tonight.”

You were already eager and very much aroused. “Take me the way you want,” you whispered and brought his face to yours, wanting to kiss and kiss and kiss. He hovered above you, always careful and making sure he was holding himself up properly before you opened your legs for him to rest his body, and he dipped his head, capturing your lower lip in a slow, sensual manner. With that he rolled his hips against yours like a Latin dancer, making you part from his lips to let out a moan. Both of you were so hormonal.

Baekhyun kissed your reactions away, pushing his tongue in to swirl around yours as he rolled his hips again. You were completely naked under him while he was in his sleepwear which you found unfair.

So, while reciprocating the passionate kiss, you took the hem of his black shirt, bringing it up and making him separate to take it off and toss it somewhere on the floor. Before you could get lost in another make out spree, you had him take off his shorts and underwear and you gasped when you spotted Baekhyun hard. He must have been horny for a while.

He murmured your name passionately but he stopped himself as he laid  back down hovering over you with lust lighting up his eyes. “You’re mine,” he murmured, diving for an open-mouthed kiss at once. His hand travelled down your sides, the pads of his fingers tickling you. You slid them down your hips and he made sure to caress your bum before he stopped by your thigh and under your knee, bringing it to his side. “I’d fuck you senseless right here and right now but we have to make sure mummy is ready, right?” he muttered against your lips, already breathing heavily.

Your head fell to the side with a moan when he trailed kisses to your jaw and neck, his wet lips leaving a small trail. With every eager touch of his, he had you falling apart under him. It was so endearing to you that even when you knew he was trying to get himself over the fight and wanted to take you roughly, he still made sure you were okay with it. “Then do it. You’re all big talk, oppa,” you teased with your eyes closed.

You felt Baekhyun’s little laugh, his hot breath fanning your pulse point. He made his way to your breasts and kissed around the outline, growling when he felt how full of milk they were. “If I bite, they’ll burst,” he told you in small astonishment, and despite the dirty talk, he was very gentle and made sure to only use lips on your nipples, knowing how much of a hard time the babies’ sucking was giving you.

Meanwhile you were already panting, almost in a dilemma, because you shouldn’t have been so aroused with Baekhyun paying attention to your breasts. You were breastfeeding after all. You felt him flick his tongue over the nipple, while his free hand massaged the back of your thigh. The movement made you roll your hips, just for you to feel his manhood on the inside of your thigh. There was a sudden splurge of wetness leaking out of you at the sensation and you moaned, making Baekhyun smirk in satisfaction.

After kissing your breasts and welcoming them back into his life, he slowly made his way south, his open mouth hovering over your skin, over the stretch marks that he licked at, as if his moisture would heal the stretched out skin.

And then, finally, the place you wanted him the most but was scared senseless. His own panting was growing with each second and when it hit your wet opening, you let out an airy moan.

“Jesus,” Baekhyun whispered at the sound and experimentally brought his fingers to your lower lips, index and ring finger spreading them apart.

“Don’t look,” you managed to say, your chest going up and down erratically. Baekhyun looked up at you, barely seeing you over your huge breasts but you quickly propped yourself up on your elbows, the sight of your husband between your thighs giving you shivers. His cheeks were flushed and he kept licking his lips with his tongue. “Don’t,” you added when his eyes travelled downwards.

“It’s okay, baby,” he told you softly and tapped your bundle of nerves a couple of times, making you fall back on your back. “Oppa wants to cherish you,” he told you, “and he won’t do anything bad.”

“Don’t look, though,” you pleaded when his fingers, still on your womanhood, started to draw circles and he dipped his head, diving for a lick.

Baekhyun didn’t listen to you. He looked and strained his eyes as he could to make out the way your skin was stitched up, and he did spot the pink, tender skin. He was fast to kiss on the length of it, leading from the inside of your thigh to your center. It was still shocking; when he first touched it he was shocked and now, somehow seeing it in the darkness and feeling it with his soft lips, it was all too real and yet hard to process. How much pain it must have brought to you. Just the thought of having his own scar down there made him shiver and he was quick to kiss and mouth and nibble at the skin, making you squirm on the top of the bed sheets.

“Oppa,” you groaned when you felt him lick up your lips, collecting all the arousal with a huge lick, his tongue creating a small cup before he slurped and swallowed your essence.

At the nickname, Baekhyun felt his inner man break free, the sudden need to take care of you and ruin you at the same time eating him up and making him go blind to your pleas.

He hooked his arms around your upper thighs and abruptly yanked you closer to him, making you yelp in surprise. His face was buried in the middle, his tongue licking your lips before poking you in your opening teasingly, roughly pressing it in before moving his flat tongue up and over your sensitive nerves.

You were sighing in pleasure, the sounds in the room coming out obscene and scandalous when Baekhyun wouldn’t give you a break, eating you out like a hungry man. Your hands were buried in his hair, the soft strands strongly contrasting to the way he was licking you up clean. He didn’t stop and he pushed two fingers in, another one of your moans falling on his ears, making his own manhood twitch with need and want.

He made sure to give you a proper first orgasm, his experienced tongue bringing you into a paradise that only consisted of him. His teasing fingers, aggressive mouth and tongue; the combination was deadly and you couldn’t wait to have him inside like you’d been imagining the whole day.

“Babe, I want you,” you mumbled distractedly when your mind cleared up. Baekhyun was kissing your chest softly, his hair tickling your chin while his hand was resting against your hip, his thumb caressing you.

“Hmm?”

Instead of replying, your hand found his erected manhood and you wrapped your hand around his length, making Baekhyun gasp into your collarbone. “Oh fuck, how is it that you have such small hands but you can do this to me,” he groaned when you pumped him, enjoying Baekhyun’s reactions.

“I want you in me. Oppa.”

The magic word did wonders and you knew it; hence you used it. Baekhyun smirked when he looked up at you. “Oppa will take care of you,” he mumbled as his lips inched to your parted mouth, kissing you softly. You could still taste yourself on his tongue. He positioned himself at your center, your hand leading him inside of you. You let out a quiet moan when you felt him there, pushing in through your slick opening that greedily swallowed him up.

“Heaven,” breathed Baekhyun as he closed his eyes and boldly bucked his hips, sliding almost all of him in.

You hissed, throwing your head back at the pleasurable yet painful stretch.

“You good?” he was quick to check, worry lacing his eyebrows.

You opened your eyes to meet his steady ones. “Yeah. Just stay like this for a little bit.”

“Of course, my angel.”  He trailed his nose around your face, nudging the side of your nose with his like a puppy and effectively making you giggle. He was staring into your eyes the whole time, honesty, loyalty - all of them spotable in his black orbs.

You managed to smile even wider when you felt confident enough and you shimmied under him, prompting him to move. Baekhyun made a slow roll of his hips, almost lazily, which contrasted with the way he was looking at you; like he wanted to eat you up.

The mind-blowing friction he was causing made you arch your back, your one hand buried in his hair and the other one scratching his back in desire.

“Yes! Go on, go on.” He was hitting your special spot. “Faster, Baekhyun.”

He snapped his hips right away, making you scream out his name. He set up a relentless pace that you hadn’t done in bed for a long while. His hips were hammering you into the mattress, the bed almost moving along with you. To make it even a more pleasurable experience, he kneeled between your legs, his hands on your hips as he lifted your bum gently before he thrusted short, fast and hard.

The sweat on your chest glistened in the dark room as you arched your back while Baekhyun snapped his hips, bringing a deep moan out of you. “That’s right, my baby girl,” he growled, enjoying the view of your naked body splayed in front of him. “I’m going to put another baby in you, hm?” 

Baekhyun was unstoppable as he kept riding you up the bed sheets, his head tilted backwards while his hips rolled sensually along with yours. With that, he was fast to bury himself deep, and he climbed back over you, the tip of his nose touching yours. “I’m going to make you have my baby again,” he repeated in such a raw way, his intense, dark eyes staring into your soul so desperately that you swore you would combust.

“Yes,” you panted airily, attempting to move your hips, urging him on as you needed to chase your release but Baekhyun kissed you, bringing your attention to his soft, but very much biting mouth. His words ignited a want in you; the fantasies he was bringing alive were making you quiver inside, your entire being a ball of electricity with his every word powered with his thrusts.

He let go with a smooch and moved downwards to your breasts as he started to move again, though his strokes were very short and snappy. You felt the pressure in your breasts and you knew you’d be leaking soon.

“Wanna try?” you asked him as he kept exhaling shallowly. “Wanna try the babies’ milk?” You brought your hand up to his nape as Baekhyun looked at you, a little shocked.

It was all so comical as he was riding you like a rabbit, and now he was all frozen with puppy eyes. “You want me to suck on your breasts, my little lady?” he rasped, his face moving closer to yours. He once again  stopped thrusting, making you feel so incredibly stretched and full. He traced the tip of his nose over your red cheek, letting his open mouth hover over the skin, sometimes licking and kissing it. “Daddy will try mummy’s milk, hm?”

“Yeah, try, oppa.”

Baekhyun was observing you, his own sweat collecting around his hair line and he’d never looked more sexy.

He brought his face to one of your breasts and you closed your eyes when he gently took one nipple in, your hand automatically flying to his hair to scratch and comb your fingers through it, egging him on. It seemed that Baekhyun himself was a little unsure, never having done anything like that before with you.

He tried to suck a few times, still buried deeply in you when he started to suck harshly, successfully bringing out milk and with it a hum vibrated through his chest, sending pleasurable waves down your body.

You sighed, and your arching back just got Baekhyun’s mouth to grow eager, his tongue lapping on the tip of your nipple to catch every drop. “That’s right, baby daddy,” you sighed, using his words. It was shameless but you were extremely aroused. You needed Baekhyun to move, the way he was motionless yet still bringing so many sensations to your body was driving you crazy. You attempted to roll your hips again, and Baekhyun was quick to detach himself.

Without warning, his mouth was on yours and he forced your lips apart, transferring your milk into your cavern. The taste of the liquid hit you, some of it escaping down your chin messily.

“Swallow, my little lady,” ordered Baekhyun strictly, distracted at the sight of the milk leaking the side of your mouth. He kissed your jaw as you did so, but there was no time to talk about the peculiar taste as Baekhyun pulled out of you completely before slamming back in, making you scream out wantonly in pleasure when you felt his tip at your cervix. “Baby daddy, is it?” he panted into your open mouth. “Your new little kink, my love?”

Upon hearing the teasing in his voice, you smiled in bliss as the familiar pressure gradually built up in the pit of your stomach. “Baby daddy making me feel so good,” you exhaled loudly and chased his lips, messily making out with him.

He grunted, not focusing on your lip-locking instead wanting to chase his and yours highs as he sped up sloppily, strokes short. “You’re mine,” he gasped when he felt your walls closing around him. “Fuck, you’re oppa’s and only oppa’s. C’mon, scream my name.” He scrunched his eyes shut and you did as he said, incredibly sensitive when he kept riding wildly until his warm seed was filling you up to the brim.

His thrusts slowed down for a second, just for him having to speed up a bit, as more and more release leaked into your greedy womanhood. “I'm coming so good,” he said, biting his lower lip and pressing his forehead to yours. You were whining from oversensitivity but he didn’t stop. “Be louder. Let everyone know who is making you feel good.”

“Ah,” you threw your head back and arched your back, soon another orgasm making you see stars. You hugged Baekhyun to your body although you were running on your last bits of energy. “Baekhyun.”

“Yes,” he hummed and slowly came to a stop, his cum leaking out of you and onto the bed sheets while he kept himself warm inside of you. “I’m so putting another baby in there,” he whispered into your ear seductively. “Making mummy’s tummy swell with oppa’s child again.” To prove his point his hand caressed your stomach that managed to shrink over the weeks.

“I love you, Baekhyun oppa,” you murmured, opening your eyes to see him staring right back at you. “I love you so much.”

Baekhyun’s swollen lips stretched into a smile. “I love you more,” he whispered endearingly, his eyes softening. “But I’m not done just yet,” he told you and you were just about to groan when he snaked an arm under your sweaty back and rolled the both of you over, making you squeal and laugh. He was grinning when he appeared under you and you were on top now, slowly sitting up. Your hands were on his chest, the strong pectorals perfectly outlined thanks to the perspiration. Shit, you thought to yourself, you were one lucky woman. Baekhyun was a gorgeous man and a father, and jealousy might have made him hotter.

“You’re gonna ride oppa,” he told you as he tapped your hip gently. “Hm? Doesn’t it feel nice to have oppa snuggled all the way up there?” he purred and sat up so that his chest was pressed to your breasts. Since he only took a little from your milk, you knew you would be in trouble if Baekhyun kept you in bed any longer. Everything would be stained. “My breasts are starting to ache, honey,” you told him somehow light-headedly because of his words and because he was still deep inside you. “I don’t think-“

“Oppa will take care of the problem,” he murmured as you felt his hands massaging your sides in a sensual manner. “So all you’ve got to do is work those hips for me, sweetheart.”

You squirmed on his lap and the both of you hissed in unison. Your heartbeat, barely recovered, sped up right away when Baekhyun captured your lips in a head-spinning, romantic kiss while he moved under you, creating small circles with his hips. 

“Jesus, what are you doing to me tonight,” you whispered, so drunk in love with him, you could barely notice the glint in his eyes.

“I’m doing you.” He paused. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered eventually, one hand trailing upwards to grab your sensitive, round mound. “Of course you’d make any male want to chase after you.” It seemed that he was talking to himself more than he was talking to you. If it weren’t for his distracting ministrations, you would have talked back, but all you could do was tilt your head backwards, exposing your neck to his mouth. “Too bad for all of those salivating bastards. You’re mine. I’ve already put three babies in you.” He suddenly placed his other hand on the nape of your neck and pushed it ahead making you look at him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, baby,” he said in an insisting manner and you could feel the heaviness of his words while you tried hard not to get aroused by them.

“I’m only yours, Baekhyun,” you reassured him as you circled your arms around his neck. To prove a point, you finally gained enough strength and lifted yourself up and let yourself sink down his length, his hardening member at your attention at once.

Baekhyun groaned in ecstasy, his teeth sunk into his lower lip. “Jesus, you should be illegal.”

And just like that, the baby cries coming in through the monitor interrupted the steamy love-making. Baekhyun groaned as you froze on top of him, panting into his face. You looked like you were contemplating about what to do next but Baekhyun made the decision for you. His grip on your hips tightened. “You’re not going until I’m done with you.” At his tone and words, you felt the thrill curse through your center. “How can you feed when oppa had most of it?” he pouted at you and for a second you were in complete disbelief at the way he changed his expressions. He was a rough tiger, deaf to your sensitive body and now he was a worried father but in a very wrong, dirty way.

“You’ve gone crazy,” you told him with a bewitched smile. Neither of you wanted to leave the bed; the cycle of having to take care of the triplets tiring you ever since they were born. But both of you were responsible parents and-

“Gone crazy for you,” he hummed and pushed you up on his lap before helping you sit down again, creating a delicious friction. Both of you moaned, successfully blocking out the baby cries. You pressed your chest to Baekhyun’s and he tilted his head upwards, always chasing your lips which were swollen, almost bruised by now.

Since the cries would only intensify, you sped up, challenging yourself. You weren’t working out so you might as well use this precious time to make your body move.

“We shouldn’t always come running when they cry, sweetheart,” Baekhyun told you in a low murmur when you sank down again, his droopy eyes watching the way your full mounds moved up and down, entranced. “They will get used to it and it’s not good. They don’t always need us.”

You breathed airily closing your eyes in concentration, his words only barely registering in your brain. The muscles in your thighs were screaming, burning up from exhaustion, let alone the tremble in them was very much obvious and you would have been embarrassed back in the days but not anymore. Your husband massaged your hips, helping you out with repetitive motions but they slid to your thighs for a bit before they landed on your butt cheeks, squeezing and touching up at very sensitive areas. “What about you, hm? Don’t I come running to you when you need me?”

Baekhyun smirked, sweat collecting around his forehead as he started to mouth at your breasts, preparing to suck. “But you’re oppa’s baby girl. Of course you come to me and I come to you when we need each other.”

You groaned when you felt his fingers massaging your womanhood, your ears falling deaf on any other noises besides the slick sounds of your connected parts and Baekhyun’s sucking. The room was so hot, you were a ball of fire ready to explode with the loudest moan yet.

“C’mon, one last time,” urged Baekhyun with gritted teeth after he swallowed as he let his head fall backwards, his mouth open wide, eyebrows scrunched when he felt himself releasing into you, once again coming before you. Your high-pitched moan managed to bring him back from his dizziness. You fell on top of him which prompted Baekhyun into falling completely on his back, both of you heaving loudly. The heat from both of your bodies collected and made your entire being flush with heat. Your body was almost spasming at the overwhelming orgasm and you didn't know if you could recover fast enough.

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“Oh god, I love you,” whispered Baekhyun into your ear and over the noises of the crying that gradually became clearer in your hazy mind. “Goodness, I love you so much.”

Your heart, beating crazily, still managed to make one particularly painful jump at the way he said the words. “I love you too.” You kissed his chest and you felt his fingers in your hair, combing through the messy strands gently. “You’re my everything.”

He smiled to himself, closing his eyes. Sleep was chasing him down and so did you, but the more you ignored your munchkins the heavier their cries were becoming. As much as you wished to stay in bed and cuddle and sleep, it was not an option.

Still running high on adrenaline, you separated from Baekhyun’s clingy arms, slipped back into your panties and Baekhyun’s shirt before rushing to the babies’ room to calm down the circus. 

Baekhyun was still breathing heavily, lying in bed on his back and not wanting to face the responsibility of being a parent. But he wouldn't let you deal with it by yourself and so he was swift to join you. He was a man, but he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself he missed your presence after he so passionately made love to you just minutes ago. If it meant dealing with crying babies, his and yours, then so be it.

You were shushing Jun quietly, preparing to change his nappy, when Baekhyun appeared, his black pants on and a hoodie that he didn’t bother zipping up, revealing his chest and stomach.

You tried hard not to pay attention. It was ridiculous as you’d already been through rounds of pleasuring, yet his sexy aura as he stepped into the room and went to take crying Juna out of her crib made you all hot and bothered again. The way the baby looked tiny in his arms and on his chest, the way his cheeks were flushed red and he was still most probably sweaty from the actions you’d done were making you dizzy.

“There, there, sweetie,” he hummed in a cooing voice he saved for his babies. “Daddy’s here.”

You bit your lip as you smiled, expertly cleaning up Jun before securing the new nappy around his belly. You felt Baekhyun’s presence behind you, Juna’s cries not ceasing. 

“Okay, okay, sorry. Mummy and me ignored you for a little bit, we’re sorry,” he begged in a childish, regretful tone and you giggled as you turned with Jun in your arms. Baekhyun looked at you with a boyish grin, quickly turning into a smirk when he saw Jun’s hungry mouth digging into your chest, seeking milk.

“Baby exchange,” you announced over the loud cries, ignoring his pervy smile as the both of you handed one another the baby you were holding. Just like with Jun, you were fast to change Juna’s nappy. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We will eat in a bit, hm?” you murmured, though Juna seemed to be relentless in her cries, obviously not forgiving you for not coming running to her right away.

You wondered; had you come earlier would she be crying as much. She was red in her face and thrashing around, making it hard for you to fasten the nappy. “We’re never ignoring them again,” you spoke up in determination once you were done and looked at Baekhyun who had now Junhee in his arms, too.

“Let me change her and you can start feeding,” he told you instead as, once again, you had a baby exchange. Both of you were trying not to get annoyed at the relentless cries, one baby louder than the other. It was quickly taking away the excitement that was flowing in your blood, instead the frustration sucking all the delightful emotions out of you.

You sat down in the corner with two hungry mouths while you watched Baekhyun change the nappy of the last triplet. Thanks to Baekhyun’s prior ministrations, you were sensitive when you let the babies suck on your milk, their small hands caressing your mound absentmindedly with their tiny, chubby hands.

The room became silent almost right away and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re okay, sweetheart?” asked Baekhyun once he was done. He was hovering in the doorway, going for the milk stored in the freezer so he could feed Junhee. He looked so hot; he had to stop. With the babies’ aggressive mouths and Baekhyun’s chest and stomach peeking out in between the hoodie’s slit, you had a hard time not getting turned on all over again and it made you incredibly embarrassed.

“Yeah,” you breathed, nipping on your lower lip. “I’m great.”

Baekhyun smiled knowingly, a cheeky glint ever so present in his eyes. Once he was back with the heated up milk and tired Junhee feeding, he rested against the chair and poked your calf with his toe. “Isn’t it exciting though?” he murmured quietly, not to disturb the half-asleep triplets.

You frowned in question.

He licked his lips as he looked at your chest and then up to your eyes. “Sex while they’re crying.”

Gasping, you pushed him with your foot, making Baekhyun cackle. “That is scandalous!” you exclaimed as quietly as you could.

“But you did it. And you loved it.”

“No!”

“Oh, you were so turned on,” he insisted.

“Baekhyun!”

“You mean baby daddy?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you, very much enjoying your suffering.

Scrunching your eyes shut, you groaned, wanting the earth to swallow you up. “C’mon, oppa, no teasing.”

“Can you blame me? You were so hot. I think this is my most favorite thing now.”

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be letting this go for a very long time. 

“You loved it, admit it,” he said lowly as he leaned towards you carefully, not wanting Junhee to wake up or irk her more.

You shook your head gently as you reciprocated his eye contact. “Yeah, I loved it very much” you muttered, letting out a small breath when one of the babies bit on your nipple. “Your mouth is so much nicer.”

Baekhyun snorted out a laugh and faked a gasp. “So scandalous!”

“Baekhyun!”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t.”

You groaned again, giving another reason for Baekhyun to burst out into a fit of giggles. “You’re terrible. You owe me a cuddle.”

“Well, I’m terrible so I guess I’m not cuddling you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that was growing on your face. This banter was reminding you of the older days when Baekhyun was pursuing you and you were so high on excitement and crush on him, every minute and every laugh with him could send you tumbling onto cloud nine, the softest yet most delightful dream. Surely, now those butterflies weren’t as intense, instead morphing into something much more deeper, but he could still make you laugh like that high school girl you once were. Baekhyun was an extreme flirt and you could barely say two words without stuttering in his presence. And now, here you were: casually bantering, with your three beautiful babies.

“You’re terrible but not that terrible,” you poked out your tongue at him and it instantly caught his eager gaze.

He hummed, observing you with affection. “You’re right. And I could never refuse my princess.”

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One week later, Baekhyun arrived home with good news. And bad news. 

He was excited even though his features were tired. You were on the couch, going through some job applications on your phone when he stormed into the apartment with a tad too much enthusiasm for the late evening hour.

“Babe,” he grinned widely as he dropped his bag and cardigan on the couch, leaving him in only his fit white shirt. “I have something to tell you!”

You watched him with sparkly eyes as he sat down next to you, his hand landing on your thigh. “First comes a kiss though,” you reminded him with an index finger in the air.

Without a warning, he gave you a loud smooch, making you smile into the kiss. “My graduation is in a couple of weeks! You and the babies have to come!”

You gasped excitedly, clapping once. “Great! I was waiting for the big ceremony! But...” you trailed off carefully, not wanting to spoil the mood. “I'm not sure if the munchkins should come. How will I manage them alone in the crowd?”

It wasn't like you weren't with them 24/7 but at a ceremony where you had to keep them quiet, the idea scared you.

“Our mums will come,” replied promptly Baekhyun, waving his hand as if it were no problem. “I already texted my mum, hopefully she and dad will come.” He was looking around the living room with calculating eyes. “We can accommodate your father, too. Four people can easily fit in here.”

You looked around, trying to see what he was seeing. So far, only your mothers were over for a bit to see the little ones, and to give you and Baekhyun some space that you barely got after giving birth. If it were up to you, you'd have your mother by your side all the time. She was a huge help and her experience was needed; although she didn't know as much about triplets, each of her rules applied to every baby and it always worked.

“Alright,” you nodded, “I agree. I hope all of them will come.”

Baekhyun looked at you with a gentle smile. “It would be nice to celebrate a little with our families and not in the countryside.”

He was right. Both of you missed your parents, albeit you much more. Being left alone most of the days, you craved a loved one's presence and even though you talked a lot with your mother, she and your father were busy with farming. No work, no food was what they always said. Baekhyun's parents were no different and you were in close contact with Baekhyun's mother as she was always curious about the babies, but Baekhyun himself would barely notice this as he was busy with work. 

“And one more piece of news I have to tell you,” he said, but his tone had a slight change to it. He licked his lips before saying: “I'll have a trip to Japan with the hapkido team,” he told you. “The school pays for it and it would be my first official trip as their master and professor.”

You blinked a few times, surprised. “Oh, really? That's great! For how long, babe?”

“One week.”

“One week?” you repeated, your tone higher.

Baekhyun smiled sheepishly, scooting closer to you. “Just one week I’ll be away.”

You were staring at his puppy eyes; it almost seemed like he was asking for permission, but of course it wasn't up to you. Both of you knew it would be best for Baekhyun to go because he needed to make good connections, a lasting impression as a new and very much young professor. You just didn't know he would have to leave for a business trip so early on. If you tried to imagine, you couldn't recall the time you spent so long without him by your side and it would definitely be the first time without him since you became parents.

“Alright,” you murmured, uncertainly, “and when?”

“In September,” he told you, “at the beginning of the semester.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You opened your mouth to say something more, but you could only nodd.

“Sweetheart, do you think you'll be alright?” Baekhyun asked softly, his eyes seeking yours eagerly. “Because I know this would be the first time me leaving you for this long but-”

“Pff, what nonsense. Of course I'll be alright.”

He bit his lip, trying to look through you. “Sukyeong could come over and you girls could have some girls time, hm?”

You scoffed but lightheartedly. “Baekhyun, I'm not some kid that needs her best friend to be over whenever you're away. We are married and she is also in a serious relationship. Plus, there are the babies-”

“Exactly because of the babies.”

You sighed, your shoulders dropping in exasperation. It wasnt Sukyeong's job to be the second parent when the other one was not available. But you kept this to yourself, not wanting to hurt Baekhyun's feelings and definitely not wanting a fight. “I'll be just fine. You make sure you do well.”

“I always make sure I do well.”

You gave him a close-lipped smile as you reached out with your hand to caress his cheek. “I know you do,” you muttered and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “But first - your graduation!”

Even though your exclamation was enthusiastic, you couldn't help the little fallen feeling growing in your chest.

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A/N: A long, steamy udpdate with an angsty ending. Hope you enjoyed it. After the next chapter, the time skips will be more frequent and triplets' characters will finally grow! ^^ Please let me know what you are thinking?❤💕🤗 

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Ahhh I’m happy to see someone else loving The Devil Judge - it truly is amazing 😭😭🖤✨ I love Yo-Han and Ga-on’s relationship I swear let them be destructive together!

I hate waiting for new episodes so please tell me one of your theories, it can be about anything! 🥰

Right?! I love it so much, it's really good to have our lilttle fam getting bigger, can't wait until it airs on Netflix, we will have even more people going crazy about it in here! (at least I hope it will become a Netflix series after the show ends like Beyon Evil - another love of mine) and yes, lawful husbands can be destructive together but only to the bad people pls 🥺

It's tough waiting for new episodes every weekend and at the same time I wish for it not to end so soon. It hasn't finished but I already want Jisung and Jinyoung in a second season or working together in another drama. Their chemistry on screen is too good to stop there

About the theories, there's a few I saw on reddit/twitter and I make my own based on it and after watching every episode, but I think it's too early to talk about them. However, since you requested it, there's some that come to mind as interesting enough to mention.

The fire and the story behind it narrated by Yohan

1- Some people think Yohan did start the fire because he found out about the dirty politicians real intentions and decided to destroy them all in the same place before Isaac could donate the money bc he is "a devil" and capable of that since he was a kid as told by the priest with the school incident and the nanny with the maid and dog thing. side note: not for pranking some kids who bullied him because that's all it seems like, right? But in terms of observing, thinking strategically and being one step ahead when needing to punish the whole classroom who wronged him even as young as he was and feeling satisfied while watching the result and staying out of it. A type of mentality probably encouraged by Isaac and the books he gave him to read, unlike a regular kid who would just fight back or endure it. And we still have to see if it really was Yohan that contributed to the maid's death or if it was something/someone else and the nanny thinks it was him.

They think that Elijah even saw him in front of the door right before the fire started and smiled at him instead of smiling at her parents, like she did in the gates of the cathedral in the previous scene, so that's why she hates him so much now because she can remember seeing him as the responsible for it. But Yohan didn't intend to kill/hurt Isaac and the rest of the family, thinking he could save them or something, and felt guilty that he couldn't do so. Some even said that Yohan delayed too much in trying to save them after entering the church and seeing Elijah getting her legs hurt, that it may have been shock but why would he remember everything and everyone so clearly if he was in shock?

It's a good theory but I have my own remarks: why wouldn't he tell Isaac about the politicians himself if he knew the dirty about them then? They had a close relationship and Isaac gave him books about punishment and everything, it wasn't like Isaac was too naive and wouldn't believe his half-brother. He wouldn't have donated if Yohan told him. "Oh he was being the devil and finding a way to punish them instead of just letting is slide and not donating" still, Yohan wouldn't risk Isaac and Elijah with such a dangerous plan if he could avoid having Isaac and Elijah at all in the destruction scene by telling Isaac about it. It could have been shock and Yohan wanting to look and commit to mind everyone's face in that day responsible for hurting his niece and not caring about anyone else but themselves, pushing him away and delaying his attempt to get to them in time, leaving Isaac and the family behind (after they almost donated them their money) and things like that. So he can avenge them now, like he did in the school with the kids. That's why as soon as he could, he canceled the donation in the most easy way by saying his brother wasn't sane enough to make that decision before dying.

There's also the theories about Isaac being the insane/evil one, which wouldn't surprise me because I've considered it since episode 3 but at the same time I'll not be touching that topic now and I don't know if I ever will unless proven otherwise in some other episode

2- The other theory I have and saw people discussing (the one I'm most inclined to believe because I'm Yohan biased but again it's too soon to be sure) is that the story Yohan narrated is mostly if not completely true and he experiences extreme guilt for not coming back and saving Isaac when the church collapsed on him, as seen in the character introduction by tvN translated in this tweet that we now know it's about Isaac:

The last words Yohan said to Isaac was that he was going to come back for him, so he experiences nightmares like the flashbacks we saw in episode 1 and that's why we don't see any scene of Isaac in the middle of the church after the fire staring at Yohan or during the fire and turning to stare directly at Yohan when he narrates it. Because they're dreams and his guilty conscience and he remembers them when looking at Gaon. The flashback of Yohan kneeling down and touching Isaac with Elijah's bear close to him could be after he got Elijah out from there and he went back to put the bear next to him kinda like a "Sorry for not coming back in time", a reassurance that his daughter for whom he died for is safe and will always stay with him, a "Goodbye". He wouldn't just let Isaac's body lying there, he would go back even if it was too late.

Another thing is that when Yohan is showing Gaon his scar after telling the story, there's a book fallen at his feet. I think it was the thing that fell when Yohan standed up from the table and choked Gaon (trying hard not to comment on that choking scene as a 🔥 Gahan moment for our delight and imagination bc that's not the point right now lol)

This is the book:

And the first page of this book says "Never again will a single story be told as though it's the only one." - John Berger

I searched about it and it can mean that never again will a story be told as if it's the only one that matters. It could also mean that never again will a story be so encompassing of the elements it tackles that no other story need be written about these elements. A story has many perspectives that cannot be understood by just a single viewpoint. Isn't that what this kdrama is all about?

One of the translations of what Yohan said after Gaon left was:

But there's also another version:

The meaning of what he said changes a bit depending on which translation is more accurate, more so when we add the book quote to the equation.

Kim Gaon and his connection to Kang Yohan

People think Gaon could be Isaac's relative in some way or just a look alike (I think it's just a look alike to contribute to Yohan's obsession/curiosity and their proximity from the start, that's why no one really comments on it, not even Gaon when he sees Isaac's picture). Dear God, let them not be related because it would make shipping our lawful husbands really strange, to say the least.

What I'd like to say and almost everyone is forgetting is that in the tvN character introduction we already have Gaon's past and know he wasn't always a goody two shoes, the man was a juvenile delinquent and can even fight (the rebellious phase he said he made the tattoo in episode 3?). He too sought revenge for his parents when he was 16 because they committed suicide after losing their money and being deceived by multi-level con artists posing as social service workers. But the teacher and Soohyun were able to hold him back.

Yohan's father could be one of the reasons for their death. He was a loan shark and might have lend them money after they lost it all and it caused them to have a great debt, that's why Yohan did a thorough research on Gaon and was interested in him (not only because he resembled his half-brother). They shared one enemy in common and maybe even a place (churches, Yohan's father tended to confess his sins in a church when his debtors killed themselves). Or Yohan might have researched about him at the time he knew Gaon was chosen to be the associate judge sitting on his left side instead of way before, because it's important to Yohan to know who he is dealing with and the dirty of their past if they have any. And then Yohan discovered everything and saw his picture and resemblance to Isaac.

The thing is: they have the same distrust/repulsion of powerful people who deceive the world and had a painful loss because of that. Both of them think they have the other exactly where they want but they get more confused about what it is that they really want from the other and get closer (as said in the summary of episode 5 that tvN released) while figuring it out. They will come to an understanding and probably join forces at some point. We saw it in the end of episode 4, the scene of episode 5 when Gaon says he can understand Yohan's pain but can't trust him if he doesn't tell him everything and then Yohan says Gaon needs to decide if he will get in his way or stay by his side. Gaon might go back to his rebellious days and stay with Yohan to seek revenge together while distancing himself from Soohyun and Jungho who prevented him from doing so

And that's about it! Thank you for your ask and hope my answer is satisfying enough! 💙 The hardest but also most awesome part is having to wait to see.

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I Melt With You - Bakugou Katsuki

All Parts:

Part 6: 

Truthfully, it’s been a long day. A really long day.

The weather’s begun to change, and people are coming in left and right riddled with the flu. Your entire day was spent running between rooms, administering medication, taking temperatures and, unfortunately, cleaning up puke. All in all, it was a terrible night, and it was only going to get worse when you still had to go grocery shopping afterwards.

Still, you tried to calm yourself, taking a deep breath as you pushed the door open. Your last patient of the night, was thankfully, not flu-ridden. From your chart she was old, and the only thing you would be doing is taking her vitals before she moves on to radiology.

“Hello!” You greet, trying your best to smile kindly. “I’ll be taking care if you today.”

The old lady greets you, smiling gently as you approach. She’s got one hand wrapped in a bandage, the other cradling it protectively. Her face is a little uneasy, no doubt in obvious pain, but she seems to try and smile through it.

“So, I take it you’re here for your wrist? To get an x-ray?” You say, pulling over the medical cart. She nods and you take the blood pressure cuff, wrapping it gently around her arm. You take her vitals and then step back. “Alright, do you think you could take off the bandages for me? I just need to see.”

“Of course, I understand.” She says, calmly removing the bandages.

When she removes them entirely, her wrist is a sickening shade of blue. It’s swollen and discolored and looks incredibly painful, if the look on her face wasn’t any indication. When you look a little closer there’s strange disfigurement to her palms, like healed over burn scars. You try not to look at them too long, especially when the woman seems to become more uncomfortable the more you study them. You wonder if she’s alright. Your fingers start itching in your gloves.

“Yeah, that does look pretty nasty, I can see why you came in.” You try to smile reassuringly, but something about the woman’s scared demeanor is making you uneasy. “But, that’s pretty much the extent of my duties before I send a radiologist to come get you.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you.”

You’re about to walk out, about to turn away and finally go home, but then she sucks in a sharp breath. When you look at her, she’s wrapping her wrist up again, and her pain is written clearly across her face. Your fingers itch trails of fire, and you find the decision is made almost immediately. You’re nearing her again, smiling gently, and thanking the hospital for lettings you use your quirk entirely up to your own discretion.

“That must hurt pretty bad, doesn’t it?” You start softly, pulling your gloves off. You move to the sink, washing your hands before you address her again. “I can help- my quirk, it lets me relieve others of their pain. If you would like me to, I would be happy to provide you with at least a little relief.”

“No- I- an old woman like me isn’t worth the fuss. Really! Don’t feel like you have to trouble yourself!”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” You smile back at her, pulling up a stool and sitting on it. “This is my job after all, and I’d be happy to help. If you would like me to, all I have to do is touch your hand. It’ll be instantaneous.”

“You’re sure?” She asks, eyes crinkling a little unsurely. She’s trapping her injured wrist to her chest again, hope coloring her voice. “You really wouldn’t mind?”

“Absolutely not. It’d be my pleasure.”

The woman nods, holding her hand forward. You smile reassuringly again, reaching for her. You stop just a few inches away.

“I just wanted to let you know- a lot of previous patients have said that everything goes green when I help them. I’m not saying this to scare you, as I’ve actually been told it’s quite pleasant, but I just wanted to tell you beforehand.”

She nods, and you take her hand, closing your eyes as you focus.

You feel it immediately. An ache in your wrist that throbs with every beat of your heart. It’s familiar, you’ve felt a break like this before, but the feeling that swallow you up next isn’t. It’s a sickness coiling in your stomach, dripping through your veins and running viscous like a slow poison. It’s like you’re being boiled alive- all of your sinew and muscle falling apart and being sewn back together. All in the span of a second. It leaves you dizzy, reeling, sick and nauseous when you release her hand.

“My- that is some quirk.” The woman marvels, flexing the fingers on her injured wrist. She does so without pain, and looks at you, a wide smile across her face. “That is very impressive. And, you were right. Green. It’s all green.”

“I- Yeah.” You try to recover, hiding your breathlessness behind a hand itching at your chin. “Of course. Your very welcome.”

“You must be able to help so many people. You must be a very good nurse with that quirk.”

“I-I’d like to think so.”

“You know,” She says suddenly, and her tone is nearly devoid of all the meekness she had walked in with. She looks brighter, livelier. “My husband and I run a facility to help grow people like you.”

“People like me?”

“Yes, dear. Those with extrordinary potential who might just need a little push.” She smiles gently, grabbing her bag at her feet. Rifling through it with her good hand, she pulls out an index card. “I’m sure your quirk is plently strong all on it’s own, I’ve certainly seen that, but if you ever wanted a little help- well, we’d be more than happy to have you.”

Then she’s pressing a business card into your hand, turning to face the sound of the door as it opens. The radiologist walks in, gesturing for her and she follows behind him gracefully. The woman leaves behind her a trail of perfume, like lavender and lilies in your nose, and then door is then shut. It seems she is leaving you just as quickly as she’d arrived.

The card in your hand feels heavy, weighty as you flip it between your fingers.

Center for Quirk Advancement

You almost couldn’t believe your luck. You had just been talking about ways to strengthen your quirk, and, as it turns out, life really did decide to let you off the hook for once. You think it’s justly deserved- it did seem pretty intent on saddling you with Bakugou, after all. Maybe it’s a strange sort of cosmic reward?

Either way, you slide the card into your bag, smiling to yourself. A part of you still feels uneasy, still sick after what you’d experienced from her, but she seemed nice enough. It made the poisonous feeling almost a little too easy to brush off.

You pack up your things, and you can feel the exhaustion creeping in. By the time you’ve gone grocery shopping and have finally made it back home, your arms loaded up with bags, you feel dead on your feet. The familiar tiredness seeps into your bones, but you blink yourself awake, determined to put the groceries away before you pass out. You brace your head in your hands. If something didn’t wake you up soon, you really would be asleep in front of your fridge.

“Oi- shitty leech!” You hear screaming, knuckles against glass and an irritatingly familiar rasp. “Let me in! Shitty leech!”

Oh- joy. Seems like something did wake you up. What was that you were saying about a cosmic reward again?

When you turn around, Bakugou is standing on your balcony, shifting impatiently on his feet. His expression is skewed up something nasty as he taps on the glass once more. He’s shouting your name, well, nickname, clad in sweats and stomping dramatically just a few feet away- you think he’s almost better left outside. Then you recognize the goosebumps on his arms and the red of his cheeks. It’s cold outside, you know it, and you curse your own heart once more, trudging dutifully over to the door.

“Wow, only a week since I’ve last seen you. And you look awfully uninjured today, don’t you?” You say, yawning as you pull the door open a fraction. Just enough to peek your head out into the cool night air. “No blood or anything. Good on you, Bakugou.”

“Shut the fuck up, leech. I was bein’ nice for once.”

“Yes- because shouting ‘Oi- shitty leech’ at me from my balcony was nice.” You roll your eyes, pulling the door open enough for him to walk through. “But sure, come in, make yourself right at home.”

“Gladly.”

You just shake your head at his curt tone, turning back to the kitchen to resume putting away your things. You’re just barely organizing vegetables away in the fridge, when you hear him stomp up behind you.

“Fuck are you doing?”

“Groceries?”

“No, idiot, I meant why’re you doing it now?”

“Because this when I have time to do it? And I just went shopping?” You ask him, bewildered, and confused. You’re tired and his mind games really aren’t amusing you right now. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand the question.”

“Are you-“ Bakugou swears under his breath, turning his nose up at you. “Jesus you really are stupid. You’re so fucking stupid. Why the hell would you go grocery shopping at 1 AM?”

“Because that’s when my shift ends, you asshole. Actually, you know what, no- I absolutely do not have to defend myself to you!” You sneer right back, whirling around to face him. Suddenly you find you’re not very tired anymore. “It’s really none of your business why I do anything, let alone when I do it so if you think that maybe you want to open your mouth again to me- don’t. And I-“

“Not like that. God, you’re fuckin’ clueless. I don’t give a shit what you do, but you do realize you can’t outrun somebody with your arms full of groceries right?”

The stunted look on your face must frustrate him, because then he’s huffing, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before dragging his hand down his face.

“You seriously didn’t think about that? You fuckin’ kidding me? Jesus fuck I should’ve know, you’re so stupid.” He breathes out, rolling his eyes. “If I saw you fumbling around like an idiot, on a dark street, in the middle of the night? When you can’t outrun me because you’ve got all those shitty fuckin’ bags? Please, even I’d be attempted to attack you. You’re making it too fuckin’ easy for those weirdos, you moron.”

Is that- is that concern lacing his features? Bakugou’s brow is creased, and if you didn’t know any better you’d almost say he sounded more exasperated than outright angry with you- but you did know better. Of course you did. Believing that Bakugou regarded you with anything but begrudgingly familiarity would be foolish.

“Okay, well than you can take that argument up with my superiors.” You purse your lips, biting back another yawn. “Until then I guess I’ll just keep going out entirely defenseless and vulnerable. Lord knows that’s apparently how you see me.”

“Please, don’t flatter yourself, leech. I see everyone as defenseless and vulnerable. You’re not special.”

“Mhm, I’m sure I’m not.” You mutter, turning back to your fridge, to put more food away. “But, really, if you have such a problem, then you can figure out how to stop all the ‘weirdos’ before they get me. Isn’t that literally your job?”

Bakugou just sighs at your remark, looking very put-on. Then he clenches his fists up, eyes determined focused on the ground. “Just- fuckin’- just tell me when you’re going next time. Stupid idiot woman.”

Truthfully, you want to give him shit. You do, because there were so many nicer ways he could’ve shown concern-but you don’t. One look at his flushed face and insecure body language has you relenting. And being way nicer than he deserves. You are pretty tried after all.

“Yeah. Okay, but you’re carrying all the bags, Bakugou.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. Or I’ll just go without telling you, and then we can catch up when I’m bleeding out in the street.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Oh, it wasn’t a joke. It was an incentive.” You smile cheekily, then you point to the bags left on the counter. “Now be a dear and unbag those for me, would you?”

“Fuck you.”

Bakugou seethes but he moves anyway, unbagging all your groceries with an absolutely unnecessary amount of force. It’s like he’s picking a fight with each plastic bag, and you try to hide your giggles.

It’s a strange little domesticity, but as weird as it is, it’s nice too. You’re still tired but things are moving much faster now, with him handing you items relatively quietly. All things considered, Bakugou did seem to be in a good mood (well, a good mood for him) and, you supposed it was nice to see him uninjured. And would’ve been totally great, totally perfect- if you didn’t turn around to see him plucking a piece of paper out of your purse.

 “Fuck is this shit?”

“Are you- stop. No. Don’t just go digging around in my stuff!” You huff tiredly, grabbing your purse from him with one hand snatching the card out of his grip with the other. “You’re being rude.”

“And you’re being fuckin’ evasive. So spill it, leech, the hell is it?”

“None of your business, that’s what!”

Bakugou just rolls his eyes, plucking the paper from out of your hand with little effort. You’d like to chalk up your loss to being surprised, but no, he really is just that strong.

“Hell is this?” He asks, grumbling as he flips the card over. “Center for Quirk Advancement?”

“Yeah. That’s what it says. Asshole.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why the hell do you have it?” He stares, squinting at you like you’re an idiot. “Looks fake as shit. Get rid of it.”

You can’t believe him. Seriously. You cannot believe him. There has never been one moment, in your entire life, that you would ever feel comfortable enough to dig through someone’s things- let alone ridicule them on the spot about it. It’s pure, unbridled insanity.

“I’m not- Bakugou, I’m not getting rid of something just because you said so!” You exhale, arms crossing around your stomach as you lean back against the counter. “It’s from that woman I saw today, alright? A patient.”

“Doesn’t smell right.”

“Doesn’t- What are you? A dog?”

“No. Fuck no.” He grumbles in defense, while simultaneously scrunching up his nose and barring his sharp canines. “I’m just saying, it doesn’t fuckin’ feel right.”

“Okay, well you weren’t there, so how would you know?”

“Because this company name is bullshit. It’s stupid as fuck and I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Okay? And? There’s a million stupid companies I’ve never head of before, and I don’t immediately think they’re fake!” You stride over to him, snatching the card back from his fingers. “And you know why? Because that’s paranoia. Blatant paranoia! The world doesn’t revolve around you and your knowledge, you know?”

“God, you’re so fucking dumb.” He laughs under his breath. “It’s killing me, leech. Can you really not see how shady that shit is?”

“No? Because it’s just a business card? A business card that was given to me by a kind old lady- and, why are you- no! Stop! Bakugou!��

He just rolls his eyes once more at your yell, tearing the business card in half easily. Apparently, he’s still not satisfied, because then he’s tearing those halves in half and tearing those fourths into eights, and shredding the paper entirely on your counter.

“Can’t call ‘em now, leech.” He says evenly.

You think you could scream, maybe even murder him right where he stands. Not necessarily in that order.

“Okay. No. No.” You reprimand, nearing him with determined steps. “You are not going to just walk in here and tear up things when you feel like it! That’s incredibly rude, for one, and-“

“What, so you were actually gonna call ‘em?”

“No! But that’s not even the point! The point is, you cannot just walk in here and feel free to do whatever you want! I don’t know how it is everywhere, but here, in my house, there are manners! Manners which I expect you to have, and that means you can’t just treat my things like that! It’s disrespectful and I will kick you out if you try it again. Understand? Play nice, Bakugou.”

He pinches his face into a scowl, squinting at you from just a few feet away. It looks like he’s sucked on a lemon. Then Bakugou’s scoffing, gathering the shreds of paper into his palms.

“Here. Take ‘em then, leech.” He growls, pressing them into your outstretched hand. “Since they mean so fuckin’ much to you.”

“It’s- oh my god. Oh my god, you really don’t understand what the problem here is do you?”

“No. It’s a piece of shitty paper. Who the fuck cares?”

“Me!” You nearly shriek, letting the paper fall through your fingers and back onto the countertop. “I care! It’s my house and all the things in here are my things! So, you either apologize, and I can be way more lenient than you deserve and forgive you, or you can walk yourself out.”

Bakugou leans forward, shoulders broad and intimdating as he stares down at you. You glare right back, unwilling to lose. He was in the wrong here- not you. A few seconds pass and then he’s throwing himself back against the, hands braced behind him.

“God, fuckin’ seriously? You want me to say sorry? For that shit?”

“Hmm, for walking into my house, in the middle of the night just to tear up my things?” You nearly screech at him. “Yeah! Yeah. I do.”

“You’re annoying. This is annoying. But fine. Whatever. I’m sorry. You happy now?”

“No, actually, not even a little bit.”

Then your stomping back to the remainder of your groceries, putting them away sloppily and not really caring much to organize them. You were tired before, exhausted from using your quirk, and now? With Bakugou needling you in your own kitchen? You were beat.

“What’s wrong with your face, leech?”

Spinning on your heels, you clenching your jaw tightly. You’re gonna throw him out. He’s just asking for it at this point.

Bakugou seems to pick up on your vexation, and he, to his credit, relents a little. By looking the slightest bit sheepish, for all of one second, before wiping it away into a scowl.

“I meant- why the hell do you look like that?” He grumbles, “All fuckin’ dead inside. You look terrible.”

“I- god, there are so many problems with that statement. So many. That I will not be getting into because it isn’t even worth the effort and I-“ You rant, red in the face before you take a calming breath.

It takes a second to center yourself, but you do- because cleaning up his blood would just further deplete your tank already running on empty.

“Okay- Bakugou, have had a long day, a long one. So if you have any other little mean comments you’d like to spew, don’t, alright? Because I swear to god I will euthanize you right where you stand if you open up your mouth one more time.”

He just blinks, once, twice, tilts his head to the side. Bakugou squints, rolling his shoulders back before a slow smile creeps across his face.

“Oi- you used your quirk, didn’t you? Shitty leech.” His tone is devoid of any real venom, slight amusement coloring his words. “I didn’t know it made you so fuckin’ cranky.”

“Are you making fun of me? Right now? After what I just said to you?”

Bakugou just shrugs, flicking all the lights off in your kitchen. He doesn’t even wait for the room to fall into darkness before he’s leaving, not even looking back to see if you would follow. Of course, you had to, because your bedroom was past the living room, but you almost wanted to stay rooted where you were. Just to see his frustration when you weren’t listening to him.

“You shouldn’t use your quirk just because someone tells you to.” Bakugou says, dropping himself onto your couch. “Shit’s weak. ‘s how you get burnt out.”

“Oh, whatever. And she didn’t tell me to do it.”

“So, what, you’re telling me you chose to do it? Knowing it’d wipe you the fuck out?”

“Yeah. She needed help.” You say softly, dropping down into the opposite side of the couch. You try not to get too comfortable, but you find yourself sinking into the cushions anyway. “I’m not done till I’m on the floor. Or unconscious. Kind of which ever comes first at this point.”

“Jesus. Somebody oughta put you on a fuckin’ leash. That’s stupid as shit.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” You mock, eyes sliding lazily over to his. “Mr. ‘Let me kill myself without sleep for 3 weeks straight and then show up half dead at Y/n’s hou-“

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Your name is Y/n.”

“Yes? Did we not already know that?”

“No.”

You blink your eyes open entirely, flopping sideways to face him. Bakugou is smirking openingly, lips pulled back into something disarming and shit-eating.

“You fucker.” You seethe, scrunching your eyebrows together. “You’re telling me, this entire fucking whole time, that you didn’t know my name? My name! That’s my goddamn name, you shit! And you didn’t even think to ask? What the fuck?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Excuse me?”

“Swearin’ a lot. It’s disrespectful as shit.”

“Me? I’m the one swearing? Fuck you! You swear all the time, and it’s really funny to me that you’re even running your mouth right now considering you didn’t know my name until a minute ago! You’ve slept on my couch! Multiple times! And you didn’t think, not even for a measly little second, to ask my name and- are you laughing right now?”

Bakugou is rested against the arm of your couch, one hand across his stomach and the other covering his chin. There’s no sound, he’s trying to keep quiet, but you can see his eyes. They’re crinkled up. Almost entirely closed into little slits. He’s laughing.

“Do you want to be kicked out? Seriously? Do you want to be kicked out on your ass right now? I’ll do it! I’ll fucking do it, I swear- try me again! Stop laughing, you jerk!”

“I’m not.” Bakugou tries, doing a horrible job of covering up that he is, in fact, laughing. “Ya get so fuckin’ mad, leech. Shit’s hilarious.”

“Wow, really, me? Mad? No- see,why would I be mad about you not knowing my name? After knowing each other for months. Why would I be mad about that?” 

Bakugou eventually does sober, but you still he still looks a little brighter than you’ve ever seen him. It hits you then that the only color you’d ever seen in his cheeks, at least before then, was dripping blood. 

““s fine. Doesn’t matter anyway.” He says, voice deceivingly light. “Your name’s leech. Don’t really give a shit what’s on your birth certificate.” 

You just sit up, grabbing the pillow behind you and launching it at him. Bakugou catches it, because of course he does, and throws it right back. When it hits you it feels like you’ve been socked in the face. Because he is an asshole. An asshole who can’t play nice to save his life. 

“Fuck you. Fuck you, Bakugou.” You say matter-of-factly, swiping the stray hairs from your face. You stand from the couch, glaring down at him. “I really hope you enjoy tossing and turning all night because I am not helping you.” 

“Yes you will.” 

“What? Making orders again? It didn’t work the first time and it’s not going to work now.” 

“Nah. Don’t need to.” He says confidently, grabbing the blanket off the back of your couch. A smirk lies across his face, one you want to slap off. “You’ll help me. Because you’re too fuckin’ nice right?” 

Then he’s flopping back against the pillow, sprawling his legs out and settling the blanket up to his shoulders. Bakugou looks at you expectantly, that same irritating grin still plastered on his mouth, and you want to hit him all over again. 

Because he’s right. You are too nice, and you are too forgiving, and unfortunately the everything and everyone you care about includes him. It’ll always include him, even when he insists on being an exasperating child.

“Fine, go to sleep then.” You’re pulling a glove off, nearing the back of the couch with your own devious grin. “Go to sleep.”

You lean over him, bringing your hand down to flick his forehead. He catches you, of course he does, just like that fucking pillow. Bakugou traps your wrist in his grip, his grin only growing wider. You think it softens a little too- just a bit, but then again, the lighting in your living room wasn’t that great.

“Got you. Leech.” He goads lowly, tapping his thumb against the base of your wrist. “Should’ve been faster. Shit was fucking pathetic.” 

“No, you’re just a freak, with weird reflexes.” You pull back, but he doesn’t seem to be letting go. Whatever it is he’s basking in, he looks a little too prideful for your liking. “Let me go- or I use my quirk on you.” 

Then he’s throwing your wrist back in your face, applying so much force that you almost knock yourself out. You stumble back, grasping on to the back of the couch for stability. When you look down at him again, Bakugou is blushing but you’re not really sure why. You shake it off- it’s his problem not yours.

“Well, there, since you insisted on being a little shit, that’s all the skin-to-skin contact you’re getting from me.” You sniff, flicking off the light behind the couch. “Better pray it’s enough to send your impudent ass to sleep.”

“Stop swearin’.”

“I swear when I’m angry and-”

“I make you angry?”

“Yes!” 

Bakugou just seems to almost- smile? It’s a tiny thing, curled up against the edge of his lip for all of a moment before he’s smoothing it out again. You’re about to turn away, to finally go to sleep, when he speaks again.

“Oi- shitty leach. You’re not gonna call ‘em right?” He slurs, voice raspy. “Right?”

“No? I wasn’t? But now I can’t because somebody tore up the paper.”

“Do it again if I fuckin’ have to.”

“Why’re you so concerned about it anyway?”

“None of your fuckin’ business.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. Go to fuck to sleep.”

Then he’s out, giving into sleep and snoring into the cushions. His breathing is deep and even, mellow and relaxed, and you realize that’s all you’re getting from him tonight. 

 It’s not until you’re settling in bed, just on the verge of drifting, that you realize it. When Bakugou grabbed your wrist- no fire. Warmth and anger on the likes of which you’d never experienced before, sure, but no searing fire.

You wonder if he somehow forgot to put his angry pants on that day. 

-/-

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New Ways of Turning into Stone, Chapter 3

A/N As promised, Jamie returns in this chapter.  He has an appointment to keep, after all.   Because I can’t think of anything more creative, this chapter is entitled “Second Appointment”.  For previous chapters, your best bet is to check out the story on my AO3 page.

The week both crept and flew past, like one of those dreams in which she ran until her lungs burned, but never managed to get anywhere.  Kinetic motion trapped in amber.   Claire never did tell Geillis about her excursion to Corstorphine Hill over the weekend, embarrassed by how it had ended.  

And now it was Thursday.  She’d opted for a protein smoothie for lunch, a meal with no chance of leaving leafy residue between her teeth.  It was likely wasted vanity.  As two o’clock drew near, she bargained with herself to abandon any hope she may be harbouring.  Jamie Fraser had shown no interest in participating in the psychiatric process during his first appointment.  Fraternal obligation had brought him to her office once, but he didn’t strike her as a man who yielded the reins of his life easily.  It wasn’t likely he would return.

When it came his distinctive knock, crisp and insistent, caught her unawares, even though she’d just been staring at his name in her planner.  She hastily pushed the items on her desk to one side, patted uselessly at her curls, and called out for him to enter.

“Good afternoon, Doctor Beauchamp,” he greeted cautiously.  “Miss Duncan told me tae come straight in.”

There was something different about him today.  His clothing, certainly.  Instead of casual wear, he wore trousers and a button down, wet splotches over the shoulders attesting to the fact that it had begun raining again.  And while he still took up an inordinate amount of space in her small office, he seemed... diminished, somehow.  A paler echo of the fireworks display of his first visit.

“Of course.  Please have a seat, Mister Fraser.”

“Jamie, if you will,” he corrected as he settled gingerly into the armchair.  “Mister Fraser was my Da.”

Something about his tone and the fact his laser blue eyes wouldn’t meet her own as he spoke the words caused her to lean into his statement.

“Did your father pass away recently, Jamie?”

A moment, an indrawn breath of panic, and then it was cleverly masked with a wry glance.

“Aye, last year.  An’ yer no’ very subtle, doctor.”

“I didn’t realize subtlety was called for,” she parried.  “You made another appointment, and I specialize in grief counselling.  Why else would you be here?”

Despite the fact that it wasn’t productive from a psychiatric point of view, she enjoyed his reluctance to hastily expose his inner demons.  Too often, her practice required her to work carefully in order to avoid shaping the pliable emotions of her patients.  While obviously hurting, Jamie had an unflinching, unalterable quality that she admired.  Not to mention that the intellectual game of cat and mouse they were playing was wildly stimulating.

“I suppose I enjoyed our conversation,” Jamie teased.  “An’ Miss Duncan’s shortbread.”

With an awkward squint that she imagined was meant to be a wink, her patient rose to investigate the current offerings on her tea table.

“Och, petit fours!” he exclaimed with childlike glee and perfect French pronunciation.  “There was a café none too far from my flat in Paris tha’ made these.  I’d often grab some on my way tae the office.”

He returned to the desk with a small plate of the pastries, pushing it towards her as he settled into his seat.

“No, thank you.  I’ve just eaten.”

Like a searchlight, his bright eyes didn’t miss much.  He glanced significantly at the half-empty plastic smoothie container to one side of her desk.  Rather than chide her for her austerity, as Geillis frequently did, he instead made a show of biting into each of the four little squares until there was nothing left but crumbs.  Her stomach muttered in complaint.

“What did you do in Paris?” she asked as he finished his snack with a contented sigh.

“Oh, a wee bit of this and that,” he demurred.  In response to her exasperated look, he continued, “I started out at the Bourse.  Futures, options, arbitrage, that sort of thing.  I have a good ear fer languages, sae from there I went into foreign exchange.  Import export, and the like.”

“You’re a financier?” she asked, somewhat more incredulous than she ought to be.  She wasn’t certain what she had pictured James Fraser doing for a living, but greasing the wheels of capitalism definitely wasn’t it.

“Was,” he corrected.  “I quit an’ came home tae Scotland last year.”

“When your father died,” she guessed.

“Aye.”

She once again had the sense of standing in front of a locked door that Jamie had no intention of opening.  Rather than hammer uselessly on its stubborn surface, she nimbly diverted the conversation sideways.

“What do you do for work now?”

A slow blink followed by a dawning smile indicated he was aware of her stratagem.

“I’m a carpenter.”

It was rare for Claire to be truly surprised by people.  She made a living reading their unspoken cues.  Twice in the same conversation was unheard of.

“A carpenter?” she repeated as though she hadn’t heard him perfectly well the first time.

“Aye.  Like Jesus, ye ken?”

With a quicksilver grin, Jamie launched into a description of his current occupation, which involved the making of reproduction antiques and custom pieces for clients around Scotland.  She realized with a start that she’d read an article about his business in a popular local magazine.  

International financier.  Self-made entrepreneur.  Tall drink of water.  James Fraser had a lot of things going for him.  And yet here he sat, paying her by the hour to listen to him avoid talking about whatever hardship had befallen him.

She mentally composed a list of the topics he was deftly avoiding with his charming anecdotes.  His father’s recent death.  The reason behind a radical change in career.  Living in the city on account of unspoken ‘family obligations’, even though his verbal reminiscence of the Highlands was so poetic it damn near made her cry.  There was something raw just below the surface of his nonchalance, and her innate curiosity cried out to find out what it was.

“You told me last week that your sister, Jenny, insisted you attend counselling.  But you said that you’re handling matters fine on your own.  Can you tell me why your sister believes otherwise?”

It might have been amusing to see such a large man squirm in different circumstances.  His left hand furrowed through his hair, setting the autumn waves on end.  His mouth, so recently relaxed and mobile as he eagerly shared the details of his craft, froze in a pained frown.  She considered whether she had pushed too hard too soon.

“I gave a lot of thought tae what ye said when we parted last week,” Jamie began at last.  “Tae be honest, it haunted me.  Jen kens me better than anyone, an’ while I like tae complain tha’ she meddles where she doesna belong, the truth is she’s truly scared fer me.  An’ even if I dinna agree tha’ my lifestyle is cause fer concern, I owe it tae her tae try tae sort myself out.  I owe her far more than that,” he finished with a rueful shake of his head.

“What kind of lifestyle has your sister so worried?” she probed.

“Whisky, women and song,” he quipped, before adding, “Weel, I canna carry a tune, but twa out of three isna half bad.”

He tried to smile away the awkward tension that descended on the office, the air ripe with unspoken words.  Claire felt disappointment whirlpool in her gut.  Just another charming rake, after all.  It really shouldn’t matter, and yet somehow it did.  More than she dared to admit.

“Yes, well, the road of excess leads to the palace of consequences, ” she sniffed at last, angry at herself for sounding like a schoolmarm.  What a bore she must seem to him, with her regimented behaviour and rigid morals.

Jamie rose abruptly, and for a half-second she imagined he might lunge at her, or storm from the room.   Instead, he spun around to face the door.  Without a word, he untucked his shirt and began to expose his lower back.

Claire was momentarily stunned silent.  Just as she managed to draw a deep enough breath to censure Jamie for his highly inappropriate strip tease, the golden velour of his lower back transformed without warning into a furrowed landscape of scar tissue, ripples and craters left by some massive trauma.  The air left her lungs on a questioning sigh.

“I ken all about consequences, Doctor Beauchamp,” he stated.  “I live with them every moment of my life.”

Her fingers found the knotted skin, surprisingly warm and mobile beneath her touch.  A shiver shimmered over the unmarred muscle of his flanks.

Before she could find any appropriate words of apology, the office door opened and Geillis stuck her head in.  She barked a cough upon seeing Jamie’s state of undress and Claire’s position, leaning across her desk.  Doctor and patient jumped apart like opposing magnets.

“Sae sorry for the interruption, but yer three o’clock is here.  Should I tell her ye’ve been... delayed?”

Jamie muttered an obscenity under his breath which Claire whole-heartedly seconded.  There was no way Geillis wasn’t going to be utterly insufferable about this.

“Mister Fraser was just leaving, Geillis.”

With a lewd wink and a nod, the door closed.

“Look, Jamie...” she began just as he apologized.  “I’m sae sorry, lass.”

They both laughed nervously.  Jamie finished tucking his shirt into his pants and turned to face the desk.

“I hope this willna cause ye any difficulties with Miss Duncan,” he began, eyes wide with concern.

“No more so than usual,” she sighed. “Geillis is a good friend.  She just... doesn’t know when to quit, sometimes,” she explained.

“Sounds jus’ like my sister.  Perhaps we should introduce them.”

She smiled, struggling to find something else to say to move past the moment.  She could hear Geillis and her next patient conversing just outside the door.  There was no time left for subtlety.

“Will I see you again next week, Jamie?” she asked, giving up on finding a more oblique way of phrasing the question that was reverberating through her mind.

Jamie’s bashful smile dipped towards the floor, causing his hair to fall in front of his eyes.

“Aye.  I’ll even keep my clothes on, if ye ask nicely.”

It was that smile, that hair, those eyes, that carried her through the rest of her week, aloft on the anticipation of something utterly forbidden.

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Love and Medicine ~ 8

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Word Count: 4,175ish

Summary: Your roommates are annoyed and Gamora is determined to make you jump through hoops.

Notes: This is based off of Grey’s Anatomy 1x07. I do not own Marvel or Grey’s Anatomy.

When your alarm went off, you were naked in your bed. With a naked Steve beside you. A small groan passing between his lips, Steve reached around you to turn off the alarm clock and then cuddled into you.

“Hmmm,” you hummed, enjoying his arms around you way too much. “You have to get up now.”

“What?” Steve mumbled, half asleep. “What time is it?”

You smirked, rolling on top of him. “It’s 5:20, and I have pre-rounds. And you,” you booped his nose, “have to leave before they see you.”

You gave him a small kiss before rolling off of him.

“Oh, come on, now,” Steve grumbled. “Why don’t you just let them see?” He quickly rolled on top of you, pinning you down.

“No!”

“Please!”

“No! No!”

He began placing kisses all over you. Saying, ‘please’, between eat kiss.

“Steve!” You squealed. “St-stoppp!

~~~

“You two get any sleep?” Scott asked, walking into the kitchen where Val and Clint were eating.

“Oh, she could oil the bedsprings as a courtesy or at least buy a padded headboard,” Val complained.

“So, uh, who’s the guy?” Clint asked.

“You think it was just one guy doing all that work?”

“Yeah, do you mind if I don’t think about that?”

“Oh, you jealous, Barton?” Scott teased.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Well, I am,” Val responded. “But at least I know she’ll be having a long day at work.”

They all froze when they heard a floor board near the top of the stairs squeak. The three of them rushed over to the doorway, wanting to see who was coming down the stairs. Steve snuck down the stairs and out the door, seen by Val, Clint, and Scott.

“Well, at least we know that brain surgery isn’t his only skill,” Val commented, going to get more coffee.

“They—they can’t be…” Clint stared at the front door in shock. “He’s… he’s our boss.”

“Yep,” Scott replied, glancing at his watch. “We’re late. You know, she has been scrubbing in a lot lately on his surgeries.”

“No, Y/N wouldn’t sleep with him just to… no.”

“Well, if she’s not ashamed of it, why is she keeping it a secret?” Val wondered.

“Maybe she didn’t. Maybe it just happened. You know, spontaneously, last night.”

“Good morning,” you greeted, entering the kitchen.

“Morning,” Val and Scott responded.

“So…” Val started, “it sounded like you were having some pretty radical sex last night, all night long. Who was the guy?”

“No one you know,” you lied with a shrug.

Clint, Scott, and Val all gave each other a look.

“We’re late,” Scott said. “Let’s go.”

~~~

“I’m gonna beed a major rush to make it through this day,” Clint said in the locker room. “I need a kick-ass surgery.”

“Ooh, you a bad boy last night, Clint?” Peter taunted.

“No,” Val answered for him. “That would be Y/N.”

“You a bad boy, Y/N?”

“Do tell,” Natasha urged.

“Nothing to tell,” you shrugged.

“That says it all, huh?”

Val slammed her locker door shut, annoyed at your lies.

“Sorry, I have a sex life,” you apologized.

“Don’t apologize,” Peter said. “Embrace it. Share it. Count me in.”

“Yeah, next time, just let me know if I need to go to a hotel so I can get some sleep,” Val said.

“Am I missing something?” You asked.

“You were just a little loud,” Scott replied.

Everyone left except you and Natasha.

“Do they know it’s Captain McDreamy keeping them up all night?” Natasha asked.

“I hope not,” you answered. “I already have Gamora riding me, I don’t need my roommates thinking I’m getting special treatment.”

~~~

You yawned as you and Natasha met up with the other interns and Dr. Gamora. You just hoped that you didn’t look as tired as you felt.

“Barton, Romanoff, Lang, Quill, go on to the clinic,” Gamora ordered. She looked up, catching Clint watch Steve through a window. Steve was putting in eye drops. “Barton, patients are waiting.” Clint scurried off. “You two,” Gamora motioned to you and Val, “come with me. Val, you’re hanging with me today.” Steve walked over. “Good morning, Dr. Rogers.”

“Dr. Gamora,” he replied as you yawned. “Late night, L/N?”

“No,” you responded, “caffeine just hasn’t kicked in yet.”

“If you’re at all religious, you would want to start praying it kicks in soon,” Gamora retorted. “There’s a consult in the pit. Girl with a fever and abdominal pain. After that, Lee in 3311 needs his meds. Mr. Jackson’s IV fell out, and he’s a hard stick. Post-ops in 1337, 3342, 3363, and 2381.”

You had nodded along, trying to get your tired brain to understand what she was saying. “3381, 3342, 3363,” you repeated, “and 23… 81?” 

Gamora simply glared at you instead of answering what you needed. “Why are you still standing in front of me?”

You quickly hurried down to the pit, not wanting to get on Gamora’s bad side anymore than you already were. You started your consultation with an eighteen year old girl named Jessie Todd. Her mother and father were both accompanying her. Jessie seemed nervous, biting her nails.

“I think she got some bug on her trip to Mexico with her friends,” Mrs. Todd said. “I told her not to go to a third-world country, but does she ever listen?”

“She’s been weak ever since and she’s lost weight,” Mr. Todd worried.

“Barely,” Jessie mumbled.

“And this morning, she passed out in the shower.”

“When was the trip?” You asked.

“A couple weeks ago,” Jessie answered. “I’m really fine. I just have a fever.”

“Okay, well, will you lie back for an exam for me?”

“No, please, I don’t need an exam. Just give me some antibiotics and send me home.”

“Well, maybe it is just a fever, but they called down for a surgeon, so I have to give the ok to let you go. So just let me do the exam.”

“Do the exam,” Mr. Todd urged.

“No. This is crazy. I’m fine.”

“For God's sake, Jessie, I don't want to spend my entire day here,” Mrs. Todd exclaimed.

“You know, actually, Mrs. Todd, this might be easier if we had some privacy,” you told the parents, sensing that Jessie was worried about their reactions to whatever was going on. “So would you two mind leaving the room?”

“That’s fine,” Mr. Todd said, guiding his wife away.

Jessie lied down and you began to push at her stomach.

“Ow,” Jessie complained. “Don’t push so hard.”

“Can you lift your shirt so I can examine your stomach?” You requested. With a sigh, Jessie slowly lifted her shift, revealing pink scars. “Where did you get these? Jessie… you've had surgery recently. These scars are still pink.”

“Don’t tell my parents.”

“You did this in Mexico so your parents wouldn't know? What did you have done?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Jessie—“

“I can’t!”

With a sigh, you walked away, ordering a CT for Jessie before heading to help the other patients that Gamora had for you.

~~~

You at just finished Gamora’s last job for you when she paged. You were quickly to go find her.

“You paged?” You questioned, finding her near a nurses station.

“Where are we?” She asked.

“I did the consult, did the IV, the meds, the Post-ops, everything.”

“How is your pit patient?”

“She’s febrile and has peritoneal signs.”

Both you and Gamora’s attentions go to Natasha, who is walking by looking ill.

“You alright, Romanoff?” Gamora wondered, not caring all that much.

“Fine,” Natasha responded, waving it off as she kept going. “On my way back to the clinic.”

“Anyway, about the pit patient.”

“I think she had some sort of illegal surgery done in Mexico,” you stated.

“Botched abortion?”

“No. She has four laparoscopic scars on her abdomen and won't say what they're from, the parents are clueless.”

“She’s a minor.”

“Seventeen. Freshman in college.”

“You order up for a CT?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“So while she's there, the nurses couldn't get a Foley on Mr. Garay. He may need a Coude cath if you can't get a normal one in there. Write up post-op notes on all surgical-floor patients that had surgery within the last 24 hours. Be sure to document their EKG's and x-rays. Hunt them down if you can't find them.”

“Right away.”

~~~

You were exhausted by the time Jessie’s CT scans came back. Gamora was really working you to the bone. Of course, it didn’t help that you had spent most of the night up with Steve, having some of the most enjoyable sex you’ve ever had. But that wasn’t the point. Scans in hand, you found Gamora at the nurses station near the lobby.

“Dr. Gamora?” You walked up to her. “Jessie Todd’s abdominal CTs.” You handed her the scans.

She took them, holding them up to study them. “Is this girl fat?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “She’s a normal college kid.”

“So,” she handed the scans back to you, “what do you see?”

You took them back and studied them yourself. “Her stomach’s stapled. She’s had a gastric bypass.”

“And a bad one at, at that.”

Jessie Todd was moved into a patient room. So you and Gamora requested to speak to her parents outside of the hallway. You were tasked to explain to them what at happened.

“Gastric bypass is a procedure normally done on obese patients to help them lose weight,” you stated, after telling them what their daughter had done.

“Jessie?” Mr. Todd questioned. “She doesn’t need to lose weight.”

“Are you kidding?” Mrs. Todd responded. “This means the world to her. But it is so typical of this girl to take the easy way out. She's done it with everything since she was a little kid.”

“Mrs, Todd, nothing about this is gonna be easy,” Gamora said. “She's gonna face a lifelong struggle with malnutrition unless she has surgery to reverse the procedure.”

“Do the surgery,” Mrs. Todd ordered before turning to her husband. “I told her to watch the freshman 15. Don't eat junk, exercise. But when she came home Christmas, who had to take her out and buy her a brand new pair of size 6 jeans because she couldn't get in the ones I got her last summer?”

“Chrissy, you know, she tries so hard,” Mr. Todd retorted. “She does. She gets good grades. She gets A’s.”

“She had illegal surgery in Mexico.”

“Unfortunately, there were complications with the bypass,” Gamora stated.

“What do you mean?” Mr. Todd asked.

“She has what looks like an abscess under her diaphragm, and edema, which is a swelling of the bowel wall. I can't say for certain she'll recover completely.”

“Just do whatever you have to do to make her well, ok?”

“Of course, sir.”

Gamora walked away, and you stayed to check up on Jessie. It was then that Mrs. Todd entered Jessie’s room, angrily.

“Before you guys start,” Jessie quickly said, “I know you’re mad.”

“Disbelief, Jessie,” Mrs. Todd exclaimed. “Just disbelief.”

“I’m just concerned,” Mr. Todd added, much more calmly than his wife. “Where did you get the idea to do this?”

“The internet,” Jessie answered quietly.

“But, honey, there is a healthy way to lose weight,” Mrs. Todd said.

“Yeah, I tried that, but...it doesn't work for me like it does for you.”

“Hey,” Mr. Todd said, putting a hand on his daughter’s leg, “you don’t need to lose weight.”

“What are you eating?” Mrs. Todd quickly wondered. “And how much have you been working out? I mean, you know, most of the time, when people hit their target weight, they have to work to stay there.”

“Everyone gains weight in college, Mom,” Jessie responded. “It’s—it’s stressful. There’s... there's not enough time for exercise. I just thought if I wasn't worried about my diet, then… I could focus more on my studies.”

“So you took yet another shortcut? Life doesn’t work that way, Jessie.”

“Chrissy!” Mr. Todd exclaimed.

“What? You want to argue this?”

Huffing at his wife, Mr. Todd turned to you. “She has so much potential, if she would just apply herself—”

“Okay, okay,” you interrupted, having heard enough. “I think we should focus on taking care of your daughter. And, Jessie, your parents agree, the best thing to do is to reverse the bypass.”

“No!” Jessie shouted. “No, it's my body. I do not want surgery again. Please?”

“There were serious complications. And this is about your health.”

“But I’d rather be thin.”

“Well, I’m afraid the choice isn’t up to you,” Mrs. Todd responded.

~~~

With a sigh, you found yourself pushed up against the wall in the stairwell. You were tired and so over Mrs. Todd.

“Long day?” Tony’s voice came closer.

You opened your eyes to see him walking up the stairs. “You could say that,” you responded. “How’s trying to get a date with Dr. Potts going?”

“Not so well,” he sighed, coming to leaning against the wall beside you. “I’ve been bringing her coffee or tea every morning though. I’m trying.”

“You really screwed up,” you giggled.

“You’re telling me. How are you and Steve?”

“We’re… fine.”

“He told me you were up all last night.”

“What?!”

“Okay, he didn’t tell me. But I can see how tired both of you are. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

“It’s that obvious? Tony, are you serious? This could totally ruin—“

“Woah, woah, woah. Calm down there, Y/N. I’m just playing with you. Gosh, you need to take a chill pill or something.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just… I know we shouldn’t be doing what we are doing.”

“But you enjoy it too much to stop. I get it… I just wish I was getting some too.”

~~~

Natasha was standing in the hall looking nauseous.

“Romanoff!” Clint called, excitedly hurrying up to her. “I’m scrubbing in on a hemispherectomy with Rogers.”

“Get out!” She responded. “I would kill for that.”

“We're gonna cut out half a girl's brain and it's going to work. It's outrageous. Almost makes it hard to hate him.”

“Why do you hate him?”

“Oh, no reason.”

“You know about him and Y/N, don’t you?”

“You know?”

“When are you gonna figure out that I know everything?”

Noticing Val walking up from behind, Clint pointed at Natasha. “She knows.”

“What?” Val questioned. “About Y/N and the Captain?”

“It’s been going on for, like ever,” Natasha commented.

“Seriously?”

“And you didn’t tell us?” Clint wondered.

“Ooh, you’re a gossip, huh?” Natasha responded.

“I am not!”

“I am,” Val said.

“He’s about to go into major brain surgery on no sleep? Not very responsible.”

“Jealous much?” Natasha chuckled. “Sex all night isn't about being responsible.”

“No,” Val agreed, “it’s about sex all night. I can't believe you're not more pissed off about this, you of all people.”

“Well, Y/N works hard all day. She’s good at her job. Why should you care how she unwinds? I mean, you like to bake all night. Some people like to drink. Others like an occasional screaming orgasm.”

~~~

Gamora and you were carefully operating on Jessie in the OR. Gamora was letting you help with more than you thought she would.

“Handle with care,” Gamora advised as she handed you Jessie’s bowel. “This things—“

“Full of gunk,” you responded. “I know.”

“We need to free the bowel from the adhesions caused from the abscess. This poor girl. What was she thinking?”

“She wants her mother's approval. She wanted to please her.”

“And this damage is the result? Here, resect that.”

“Needle-tip Bovie, please,” you requested, handing the bowel back to Gamora.

“When you’re done here, you have post-ops waiting.”

“I know, Dr. Gamora.”

“Natasha also has the flu. So, you need to pick up the slack in the clinic as well.”

“Look, I’ll mop the floors, okay?” That earned you a glare from Gamora. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.”

“It's not the only thing that's inappropriate. While we're on the subject, you care to tell me what you think you're doing?”

“Look, I'll jump through hoops if you want me to. But what I do what I leave this hospital is my business.”

“Half this hospital knows your business. Flu isn't the only virus spreading around here.”

“I made a choice, and I know you don't respect me for that choice. But I'll live with the consequences.”

“Then I'll have lots of hoops for you to jump through.”

“I've done everything you've asked me to do. I may not do it your way but it gets done. So whatever else you got, bring it on.” 

Suddenly, Jessie’s bowel burst. Spraying you with toxic waste. You could hear the people watching in the gallery go, ‘ew’.

“Okay, Dr. L/N, now that you’ve drained the organ, we can attempt to repair it,” Gamora said.

“Now my day is perfect,” you muttered.

The nurses tried to clean you up the best they could as you operated. Though they seemed to only make it worse. After the surgery, you and Gamora headed out into the hallway together.

“I need a shower,” you commented.

“No, I need a shower,” Gamora retorted. “You need to go tell that girl's parents what kind of kid they're getting back.”

“You're not gonna let me shower first?”

“That would be a hoop, would it not?”

“It would qualify.”

“Shower first, then.”

You rushed to the locker room. Val and Natasha were already there.

“Ew, what smells?” Val asked as you passed her.

“That would be me,” you answered, "or more specifically, my patient's insides all over me.”

“That makes me strangely happy.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Natasha grimaced, “you smell like—“

“Karma.”

“What?” You asked Val.

“Nothing.”

“Something vile is stuck in your hair,” Natasha told you, pointing to your hairline. “You know, just go stand over there, please.” She shooed you to the other side of the aisle.

“Ugh, how much do I love being a surgeon right now?” You mumbled.

“Karma,” Val laughed.

“What does karma have to do with anything?”

“I'm just saying, you've been given all the best surgeries. And now you smell like putrid goo. And you're giving off a stench. Karma's a bitch.”

Gamora walked into the locker room. “Dr. Rogers needs an intern in surgery,” she stated. “Which one of you is clear?”

“I’m good!” Natasha raised her hand. She was still looking pale. “Where do you want me?”

“You need to lie down somewhere.”

“I’m fine, I’m completely healthy.”

“L/N?” 

“Of course,” Val grumbled.

“What is your problem?” You asked Val, annoyed.

“Um, you! Cause apparently you can help Captain McDreamy in ways the rest of us can’t.”

“You did not just say th—“

“Yes, I did!”

“Hey!” Gamora called out. “Natasha, hemispherectomy in OR 1 with Dr. Shepherd. Go.”

Natasha nodded and hurried away. Val marched off as well.

“Apparently, I’m not the only one with hoops,” Gamora smirked.

~~~

After showering, you found Mrs. and Mr. Todd in the lobby. As you walked, you explained to them what had gone on in surgery.

“We were able to reverse the gastric bypass, but we did lose a significant portion of her bowel,” you told them. “And because of the short gut syndrome, Jessie will never eat normally again.”

“Ok, wait, do…” Mr. Todd tried to put his thoughts together. “How do we help her here?”

“Well, getting proper nutrition will be a lifelong problem for Jessie.”

“Great,” Mrs. Todd murmured, annoyed, “as if we already don't have our hands full with her.”

“She gets good grades. She stays out of trouble. She's smart. I just think she feels like nothing she does is good enough for you.”

“If you somehow think that I'm responsible for this…”

“I think Jessie is killing herself to please you.”

“Oh, please. You have no idea what's going on in that girl's mind.”

“You're her mother. She worships the ground you walk on. She didn't do this for herself.”

“I think that this situation is completely—“

“Chrissy, shut up,” Mr. Todd interrupted.

Both you and Mrs. Todd looked shocked as Mr. Todd walked faster to Jessie’s room.

~~~

Clint had had an interesting day, to say the least. He had discovered that the anesthesiologist in Steve’s surgery was drunk. Bringing up to Dr. Rogers, both the anesthesiologist and Dr. Rogers got mad, throwing him out of the surgery. Which is why he needed another intern.

Durning the surgery, Natasha and Dr. Rogers quickly realized that Clint had been right. Allowing Natasha and another doctor to close, Steve requested Clint to met him outside of the OR.

“Let me explain,” Steve began.

“It’s fine,” Clint responded.

“No, there is a code among doctors. We're not supposed to ask each other questions, not within the walls of this hospital.”

“Okay, so, I was out of line.”

“No, you weren't. I was. I was out of line. Somebody should have taken responsibility. It should have been the guy doing the cutting. It should have been me. You didn't deserve what happened to you today. You did the right thing code or no code.” Steve held out his hand for Clint to shake. Hesitantly, Clint shook it. “You saw me leave the house this morning, didn’t you?”

Clint pulled his hand away. “Oh, was that you?”

“Hmm. I’m not using her. And I don’t favor her.”

“She’s pretty great, you know.”

“Mm-hmm. I know.”

~~~

You went to Jessie, getting her into a wheel chair so that you can walk her around while talking to her alone. You had made a phone call, and you needed to tell her about it.

“Did you fix me?” Jessie asked, after the two of you walked in silence for awhile. 

“No, not completely,” you responded.

“So, I won’t get fat?”

“No.”

“Oh. That’s awesome.”

“Jessie, I’ve asked social services to contact your parents.”

“What? Why?”

“They can help you.”

“With what?”

“You don't know this yet, but life isn't supposed to be like this. It's not supposed to be this hard. And your mom… she isn’t suppose to treat you this way.”

~~~

You were so extremely grateful when you were finally allowed to go home. It was late, so you were expecting your roommates to be asleep. When you entered the kitchen, you found Val frosting a cake.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” you commented, searching for food.

“Yeah, well, I’m not,” Val retorted. “If you wait a few minutes, you can have a piece of cake. Baked it chock-full of love. Actually, chock-full of unrelenting, all consuming rage and hostility, but it's still tasty.”

“So you know?”

“I know.”

“Well, do you want the long, sordid version, or do you want the short version, where I started sleeping with a guy who turned out to be my boss?”

“Neither.”

“Val, cut me some slack here.”

“No. You went to Dartmouth. Your parents— don’t get me started on that. I know you’re trying to hide who your parents are. But I know. You grew up— look at this house! You know, you walk into the OR, and there isn’t anyone who doubts that yo should be there. I… I grew up in a trailer park. I went to state school. I put myself through med school by posing in my underwear. You know, I walk into the OR, and everyone hopes I'm the nurse. Y-you have their respect without even trying, and you're throwing it away for...what? A few good surgeries?”

“No. It's not about the surgeries. It's not about getting ahead.”

“Then what? A little hot sex? You're willing to ruin your credibility over that? I mean, Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” You huffed, shaking your head. “Oh, my… you’re falling for him.”

“I am not.”

“Oh, you so are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You so are. Damn it, you poor girl.”

“You know, it's just that he's just so… And I'm just… I'm having a hard time.”

"Wow, you're all, uh, mushy and… warm and full of secret feelings.” Val handed you a piece of cake.

“I hate you!” You snatched the cake from her. “And your cake.”

“My cake is good. So, um, how hot is the sex?”

“Val.”

“What? Come on, my girlfriend broke up with me, I’m not getting any. Help a girl out with a few details.”

~~~

Steve showed up at your door an hour later, exhausted as well. You two headed up to your bedroom. You were both on either side of the bed, pulling back the covers.

“You know,” Steve slurred, “we could just…”

“Sleep?” You finished.

“We could, yeah, if… if you want to.”

“Yeah?”

You both crawled into bed. You turned off the lamp beside you before cuddling into Steve’s side. He reached over and turned off the lamp at his side.

“I could get used to this,” you whispered, falling asleep.

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Delicate - The Devil’s Daughter Chapter Nine (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader)

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Summary: Amenadiel did not trust you one bit. Why? Well, you were not sure yourself. But you would find out soon. 

Words: 1,464

Warnings: language, angst, I think this chapter is good to go, (Y/E/C) = your eye color, (Y/A) = your age

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Dinner was incredibly uncomfortable. Amenadiel had not stopped staring at you & you desperately wanted the floor to swallow you as a whole. The worst part was that Dan seemed oblivious to everything. You did not even bother engaging in their conversation. Mostly, your eyes trained on the little baby who you found out was named Charlie. He was really sweet. Not like his scary father with his stone cold stare.

“(Y/N)?” it was the first time Amenadiel directed his words at you. You almost choked on your food. Why were you thinking that he would not talk to you? It was bad enough that he made you queasy but him asking you something? Well, you were not necessarily prepared if you were honest.

“Um, yeah?” you had never sounded so ludicrous in your entire existence.

“Can we talk?” his eyes bore into yours. Dan kept eating like nothing was wrong about this situation.

“I guess.” an awkward chuckle left your mouth.

“I mean in private.” his voice was deep. You definitely did not want to mess with him. Eyeing Dan, you found him uninterested. He simply motioned for you guys to go ahead. Okay, what was going on? You had never met this guy before. And he just came waltzing in, demanding to talk to you. It was not really a demand. More like a question with a demanding undertone. Whatever it was, it left you uneasy. Getting up from the table, you gestured for him to follow you. He gave Dan some instructions how to deal with little Charlie & then entered your, or better said Trixie’s, bedroom behind you. The door fell closed & suddenly, you were alone with a stranger. Seemingly no way to escape whatsoever.

“So.” Amenadiel started.

“So.” you breathed out.

“Anything you wanna tell me?” his eyebrows raised questioningly.

“Should there be anything?” your head tilted, clearly showing that you had no clue what he wanted from you.

“What are you?”

“Usually, it’s “who” but-“

“No. What are you?” sounded like he was not in the mood for jokes. Truthfully, you were not either but you thought a little sarcasm would ease the tension between you two. When you did not give him an answer, he continued. “I know you aren’t human.” that made you stop in your tracks. (Y/E/C) eyes widened in fear.

“W-What?” you managed to stutter out.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t play dumb.” Amenadiel walked over to where you were sitting on the bed. Placing himself beside you but not too close, so there still was a good amount of distance.

“I…I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” by now, your eyes trained on your lap where your hands fiddled to avoid eye contact. It was not like he was a bad person or anything, just the way he talked & about what he talked was not really what you expected from one of Dan’s friends.

“I think you do.” he sighed out. “And if you’re not telling me then I believe we’ll have a problem.”

“Why would there be a problem?” your heartrate picked up its pace & you had no control over it. Your legs bounced & if you did not clench your hands into fists, the trembles would be visible.

“Because I can’t tell if you’re a threat or not.” he was being serious but to you, his statement was hilarious. Hence why you could not hold in a little laughter. Regaining your composure, you locked your eyes with his again.

“Do I look threatening to you?” a little smirk was plastered on your face. Everyone who knew you knew how you would never hurt anyone. Clearly, he thought otherwise.

“Yes.” that caught you off guard. A man like him being afraid of you? You, out of everyone? Did not sound real but whatever. He started speaking again. “As an angel, you can see someone’s true form. I can detect another angel, a demon. But when I look at you…I don’t see anything.” you were too shocked after his revelation of being an angel. That had to be a coincidence, right? He could very well be lying. So why did you believe him when he told you that? Still, you would not let your guard down. Not that easily.

“Isn’t it good when you don’t see anything? Means I’m no demon, right?” whatever you said, it was the wrong thing. Because the man next to you looked amused.

“You kinda gave yourself away with your answer. You weren’t shocked when I said I was an angel.” oh, you were shocked but probably not like a human being would be. “So that brings me to my conclusion that you aren’t human. I’m asking you again…What are you?”

“You know my name, right?” you looked at him expectantly. After a nod from him, you kept going. “Then it should be an easy one for you to put two & two together.” now it was his turn to look confused. Rolling your eyes at him, you explained further. “(Y/N). The big, bad angel nobody wants to get too close to.” your hands gestured exaggeratedly but Ameandiel’s face was still full of confusion.

“I don’t know an angel named (Y/N).” he mumbled it more to himself. “Did father send you?”

“Father? You’re talking about the Big Guy?” your eyes rolled. Of course, if Amenadiel was an angel then it would make God his father. “Trust me, I’d still be up there if it weren’t for me leaving right away.”

“Right away as in you turned (Y/A)?”

“Bingo.” you smiled at him. “Look, Amenadiel…If God sent you to bring me back tell him to stop trying so hard. Because I won’t ever go back.” you grew more & more angry.

“Nobody sent me.” again, it sounded like the truth. “But I’m not lying when I say that I don’t know an angel named (Y/N).” that, on the other hand, sounded like a big fat lie.

“Sure thing.” you laughed. “You’re here to make fun of me then?”

“No, I’m-“ but you interrupted him.

“I can’t believe you…” you whispered while shaking your head. “For (Y/A) years, no other angel gave a single shit about me. I’m leaving heaven & all of a sudden the others care? Or make fun of me? Trust me when I say you’re too late.” you got up from the bed, approaching the door. Yet, you came to a halt the moment your hand touched the doorknob. Shoulders sunk down. If you were honest, you were kind of hurt right now. When Amenadiel started talking again, his voice was much softer.

“I didn’t know you existed. And by the way you’re talking about heaven…it doesn’t sound like you had the best experience.” you scoffed at that. “Though I can only believe you if you show me your wings. You could be a demon, after all.” it was weird for him to meet someone who claimed to be an angel. But only because he could not see your true form. Whatever was going on with you he had never seen before. He had not even known that something like that was possible. That was, of course, if you really were an angel. If not, you could be a threat still. And he would not let you get too close to Charlie if that were the case.

“Forget it.” turning around again, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Then it means you’re a threat.” he pointed out, slowly getting up to walk over to you. When you instinctively took a step back, your body pressing against the closed door, then he came to a halt. You were uncomfortable, he could tell.

“I’m not a threat.” you breathed out through gritted teeth. “It’s not like I don’t wanna show you my wings. It’s more like I can’t.” your head hung low, thinking about the bandage on your back that probably needed to be changed soon.

“And why is that?” you were drained entirely. Like your social battery was empty. Besides, it was probably easier to show him than to explain everything. Grabbing the edges of your shirt, you turned around & lifted it enough to show the bandages. Blood leaked through. Not a lot but still. You flinched when you felt him remove it. He was careful but it was a very vulnerable moment for you. After all, nobody but the archangels & God had seen your wounds & scars before. You heard Ameandiel letting out a shaky breath. How you wished you could see his face, his reaction, right now. It felt like hours before you heard him talking again. And you could only make out his voice because the room had gone entirely silent.

“What did they do to you?”

~to be continued~

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Published (04/12/2021) by Cathy

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