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Yan!Kazuki x Reader

Part 1

Tags: Yandere (duh), Stalking, Tracking, Mentioned Yan!Rei, There is a kid, but its your brother, Implied abusive relationship, GN!Reader

Let me know if I missed any!

Wordcount: 672

Yandere!Kazuki who spots you for the first time at the daycare. The first thing he notices is your smile. The way your eyes curve and your cheeks move when you laugh at a story one of the mothers tells you. The way you notice him and send a friendly smile his way. The way you squat when talking to the kids surrounding your group.

Yandere!Kazuki who, after leaving Miri in Anna’s care, watches you a bit longer to figure out which one of the kids are yours. He lingers around, chatting about nothing with another parent while his eyes follow your form.

Yandere!Kazuki who sees you saying goodbye to a small, thin boy, whose eyes twitch just that bit when he sees the kid placing a smooch on your cheek, feeling jealousy bubbling in his stomach already.   

Yandere!Kazuki who wonders just how old you were when you became a parent, seeing as you seem to be in your mid twenties tops. Who grimaces as several scenarios already cross his mind. Darker scenes flood his brain, images, innocent and naughty, weasel their way before his eyes and his blood flowing down.

Yandere!Kazuki who snaps a quick pic of you, one he immediately sends to Rei to wager his opinion of you. Rei, of course, is immediately heads over heels for you. How could he not, seeing as you embody a kind of elegance and innocence rarely found, especially in their kind of field. 

Yandere!Kazuki who starts encouraging Miri to befriend your kid, telling her that he seems to be nice and would make a good friend. Of course, his goal is way less innocent than for Miri to find playmates.

Yandere!Kazuki who starts chatting with you in the afternoon. He walks up, Miri in hand, and greets you with a cheeky smile. He lets Miri play with your son, while striking up a convo with you. You smile at him a lot, he notices. His heart starts to swell, and so does a part down below. Fuck. You really are too cute, he thinks, hoping that his phone catches a clear recording of your voice.

Yandere!Kazuki who, to his pleasant surprise, finds out that the kid isn’t yours, instead, he is your little brother. Your Parents have a lot on their plate, you disclose, an embarrassed blush coating your cheeks. You decided to step up and take care of him, despite having little time already due to your job. “It works fine, though.” you tell him, a coy smile dancing on your lips. “Luckily I have a partner who keeps the house safe.” You laugh, though, in his view, it seems forced. His eyes follow you as you say goodbye, holding your little brother's hand.

Yandere!Kazuki who feels a knife twist in his bowles as he spots you meeting with a man at the gate. His face darkens, seeing how you apologetically rub the back of your neck as this person, the partner you mentioned? He cringes at that thought-, talks to you, gripping your hand just a bit too hard, raising his voice just a bit too loud. Loud enough for him to hear and certainly loud enough to be picked up by his phone.

Yandere!Kazuki who secretly places a GPS-tracking device on you, under the disguise of brushing some pedals off of your bag. He traces your every move and Rei spends every free minute he can spare following you, protecting you.

Yandere!Kazuki who never spends a single second pondering if your relationship might be a healthy one, of course it couldn't be, after all, this man is neither him nor Rei. In their mind, your partner is a slob. An abusive, lazy piece of work who would never appreciate you the way you deserve.  Yandere!Kazuki who’s gears start turning and, after a lengthy discussion with Rei, decides to help you, save you. After all, how could someone so sweet, so innocent protect themselves against this big, evil world? 

#buddy daddies x reader #yandere x reader #kazuki x reader #rei suwa x reader #Yandere Kazuki #Yandere Rei #ash.writes<3

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Tartagalia x male Crane!reader

A/N: based on the song "feathers across the seasons, typed on phone, Tartagalia bc he is my fave :( also typed on phone, will fix any mistakes later on. Sorry, this is real shitty, its like 4 am and I haven't slept yet

CW/TW: Angst, description of freezing, mentions of blood, illness, implied death, ooc childe, spoiler for his real name!

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Snow fell heavy on your wings, the cold stealing any noise you may could have mangaged to squeeze from your aching lungs.

You tugged your leg again, weaker than before, what was once a legitimate try to escape the ropes around your ankle now turned into a charade for the gods.

The cold climed through your soft feathers, reaching its claws out towards your heart, tugging on every vein and nerve in your body.

A hunter laid this trap you found yourself in. The winter was hard, colder than before and food was scarce. The trap was hastly put together, visible for any reasonable cautious animal. Exept you, who was naiive enough to thrust the pride of your own youthfulness. 'Now' you thought, bitter towards yourself, 'I have to pay the price for it.' You moved your wings, one last effort to feel the wind, your constant companion and closest friend.

Crunching of snow pulled you out of your delirious state. 'It's the hunter!' you thought, bitter, 'he came to put me out of my misery.' You rested your head on your chest, eyes closed, awaiting long fingers around your neck.

Instead you felt soft skin on your foot, the one caught in the rope. slowly, you oprned your eyes, a beautiful red contrasting with the hard white of the snow. Slowly you arose to your feet, eying the misterious stranger that freed you. "There you go! A beautiful crane like you shouldn't be trapped like this." He smiled, his soft, blue eyes resting on you.

A few, careful taps with your foot to confirm it was okay and a quick bow of your head was all he got before you spreaded your wings and few gen horizon, the strangers eyes lingering on you the entire time.

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Ajax shook his head, laughing slightly at the beautiful but prideful crane he let escape. "Tonia will be disappointed." he sighed, putting up the trap again. When he bowed down to gather the rope, a single, white feather fell into his hand. Soft and as beautiful as the crane who lost it. A smile found its way on Ajax face, remaining there as he readied the trap and walked to his families house.

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A year would go by before you saw the redhead again. This time though it wasn't a trap that let you meet him.

The snow was thick, just as the year before, the cold merciless. But this time you weren't a beautiful crane, captured and awaiting death.

Red hair caught your eye, a white feather, all to familiar to you, waved into his bun. Your feet where quicker now, your kimono warm and soft, shielding any cold, as you followed your savior to a farmhouse up a hill.

Nervousness overcame you as you brushed over your clothing, evening any folds that could have existed. Slowly you made your way up to his worndown house, knocking on the front door. You wanted to thank him, properly this time, talk to him and see his eyes again, just once.

You flinched as the door rattled open and he stood infront of you. You could feel his gaze on you, slowly studying you, trying to place where he saw you before. You raised your head, letting your eyes wander over his face and meeting his own on the way. A smile appeared on his mouth, corners tugging upward and his nose wrinkling. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

"I came to thank you." you spoke slowly, getting used to talking with a human mouth. "And I wanted to get to know you better!" a slight blush spread across your cheeks.

"The pretty crane!" he exclaimed, his smile getting wider. "Though you are even more beautiful as a man." Your blush spread farther, even more when he took your hand, his own, warm fingers easily gliding between your own, cold ones.

"Come on in! There we can talk with a nice tea to warm you up." His own cheeks now dusted a slight shade of pink, as he let you into his house. And there you stayed. For many winter you spend your time with the man you loved, the man that promised himself to you.

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Spring came, birds nesting in the trees behind your house, singing their desperate lovesongs. You listened to them, chuckling to yourself and joining their joyous, pretty little melodies. "What a beautiful voice you have." You can hear the smile tugging on his lips as Ajax snakes his arms around your waist, burring his head in the nape of your neck.

A content sigh leaves your lips as you sink back into the chest of your lover. "Even if, someday, I can't sing beautifully, if my voice has gone away. Even then, would you still love me?" You wisper those words, careful not to take away from the song of the birds. "Of course I would." he responds, chuckling. You hand snake into his own, as warm as before, soft fingers intertwined. Your other find his hair, your feather ever present, as you comb through his locks.

Summer came, hot and short tempered as the years before. The first havest was due and both of you worked hard. You where pulling beets when you heard it.

Ajax coughing was subtle at first as he tried his best to not disturb you in your work. Though he couldn't repress it for long, collapsing while carring carrots to the wagon. You rushed over to him, clasping your hands over his. "Ajax! Oh god, my dear! Are you alright?" Tears rushed to your eyes, as the smile you knew too well spread across his face, bloody this time. "Hey, pretty boy!" he breathed "I'm alright, so don't waste your pretty tears on me." a small laugh escaped his lungs before he launched into another coughing fit. You did you best to pick him up, carring him into the house. You were poor, only ever having enough to stay alive. It never bothered you before, only needing your Love on your side. But you knew he could not survive only on the love you had to give him.

You tucked Ajax in, staying cose at his side, caring for him and singing lullabies until he fell into a restless slumber. Determination washed over you as you stood up, slowly as not to wake him, and made your way to the old loom you had.

Day after day you weaved your feathers into the most beautiful coth anyone had ever seen, day for day you made your way to the next village to sell them to greedy merchants, buying medicine and praying for Ajax to get better. Summer came to an end, your fingers, once soft and pretty, now bloodied, covered in gashes and cuts. But you continued, promising to never stop until you hadn't any feathers to weave, until you couldn't move your fingers anymore.

Seasons passed once again, the chirping of the grills marking the end of another summer.

"Ehat beautiful fingers you have." Ajax wispered, the corners of his mouth forming a weak smile. Tears formed in your eyes as he clasped his hands over your own scarred, pained and bloddy fingers, the cold of his hands seeping into your skin. " If someday my beautiful fingers are no more. Even then Would you still love me?" a sob escaped your lips. "Of course, pretty boy." he replied, coughing, tighting his grip around your hands. You snuggled your head against his nape, the feather in his hair brushing against you as you do so.

You continued to weave, day and night, feather after feather, buying medicine after medicine. You moved your loom on Ajax request, feeling his gaze on you only made you try harder, hurry more. 'Just a bit longer.' you'd tell yourself, 'just one more coth.'

Until.

You had weaved all feathers on you into beautiful fabrics, one more magnificent than the other. But the money never was enough.

Slowly you made your way over toward Ajax resting place. Laying next to him you have him one last hug, one last kiss, as you plugged the feather from his hair. Your woundcovered hands finding their way into his, now cold and stiff.

"If one day. even I am no longer human." you smoothed the feather and put it into the loom, your fingers, now stiff and clumsy, grasping the comb tightly. "Even then, Would you still be able to love me?" A sob leaving your throat as you feel your energy leaving you.

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"But of course!" Ajax laughed, smiling brightly as he held your hands, embracing you from behind. "That beautiful crane that I feed that day or that pretty boy that showed up on my doorstep. Even now and forever, I'll remember them. And even now, without fail, I will still love you."

#tartagalia x reader #tartagalia x male reader #childe x male reader #childe x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact angst #songfic #ash.writes<3

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its so cold in my room :(

Diluc and Thoma during a cold period and your heater doesn't work can be read as poly or as separate (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Imagine Diluc wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing your back against his warm chest and holding your cold fingers in his own, heated hands. He'd kiss your neck and cheeks, wrapping the blanket tighter around the both of you.

He'd put on your favourite winter movie and order some nice take out, just so you don't have to leave the comfort of your couch and bundle of blankets.

Imagine Thoma holding a cup filled with creamy hot chocolate, his own recipe, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows, against your reddend cheek and laughing softly when you greedily wrap your freezing fingers around the hot beverage.

Then he will settle right next to you, one arm wraped around your shoulders and the other holding his own drink. He'd kiss your cheek and turn back to the movie you put on. His hand playing with your hair and a content smile spreading on his lips when you nestle closer to his warm chest.

#diluc imagines #thoma imagines #genshin impact #its freezing rn #but the thought is nice #of those two warming you up #maybe even together #thoma x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact fluff #fluff #genshin impact imagines #ash.writes<3

[etokii]

Concept:

Childe gets to see Teucer one last time after the siege of shnezhnaya, before he gets his punishment, just like all the harbingers before him, who had to kneel infront of the scaffold.

He can't hug him, not with his arms bound by iron chains behind his back. So he kneels down, leaning into Teucer as best as he can. He feels wetness on his cheeks and before he knows, silent tears fall from his eyes. His brother steps back, wipes away every single trop and asks him why he is sad.

Of course, Teucer doesn't know what will happen to his beloved brother and Ajax prays that he will never find out. So he smiles, tells Teucer that he will be gone for a while, that he will go to a place Teucer won't be able to get to in a long time. 'But' he says, looking into Teucers eyes, 'you won't be lonely' and turns his head towards the person standing next to him. The Traveler holds his hands behind his back, both occupied with holding something. He sees the pleading look Childe gives him and he sees the curiosity in Teucers eyes and he swallows, fighting down any tears that might form in his eyes.

So he reveals what he holds in his right hand, his left tighting around the cold iron chain. Teucers eyes light up and Ajax has to look away, or else he might cry again, he doesn't want Teucers last memory of him to be sad. He simles, his voice breaks a bit when he starts to speak. 'This mister cyclops is special' he says, trying to save every detail of Teucers face to his memory. 'If you press the golden button in the middle,' Ajax' eyes light up when he hears Teucers squeal as the toy in the Travelers hand starts to move. 'He moves and he has some recorded voicelines for when you feel lonely.'

Teucer jumps up and down, thanking his brother over and over again, hugging the toy tight against his chest.

'It's time.' The Traveler says and his voice shakes. Teucer nods, hugs Childe once more before turning around running back to his Sister. Childe smiles, his tears now rolling down freely as he gets up and looks at the man beside him. 'Thank you.' He says and he means it. The Traveler nods and both start to move towards the podest.

#genshin impact #childe tartagalia #genshin angst #feeling kinda angsty #made myself cry #probably gonna rework the end a bit later #genshin impact imagines #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia #genshin childe #childe #ash.writes<3

[etokii]

Flowerpedals falling down (Mammon x Gn! Reader)

A/n: This is a bit of a personal fic, wrote it at 3 am. I don’t have much to add, please note that I used my own experiences as a reference. I am always open for constructive critism :)

cw/tw: referenced/implied rape/noncon, mental breakdown, panic attack, disassociation, self harm

wordcount~2.1k

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Breathe...in... and out. Badump-dump Badump-dump

With your head between your legs, you press your palms against your head, ignoring the pressure on your temples or the stinging in your eyes.

Breathe... in... and out. Badump-dump Badump-dump

The silence hurts in your head, rushing in your ears. The cold wall comforts your back, as your stomach rises and falls with every shaky breath you force yourself to take. Cold sweat runs down your skin, a fowl feeling spreading through your core, your tongue feeling furry, sticking to the roof of your mouth. Disgusting, you think, Disgusting, disgusting, Why...!

A something hits against your head. Hit after hit after hit, you realise its your fist. You force yourself to stop.

Thirsty...

Slowly you stand up, your legs feeling wobbly, like a foreign body, invading your personal space, wooden, fake. One arm pressed against the wall, securing your stance, you straighten your back. Slowly, every step aching, you push yourself to the kitchen. It was hard, navigating this body, not belonging to you any more. Your ears are sharp, listening to every little sound around you, painfully aware of every little noise you make. It was after midnight, most of the brothers would be asleep, the others too indulged in work or games to stroll to the corridors. Still, even the slightest cracking of wood, drumming of little mice feet on the stone floor or wind whispering through the cracks make you flinch. Shadows growing, forming into big figures, grinning, baring their teeth, predatory, desire in their eyes, too close, too familiar.

You press your eyes shut. Nearly there! You think, pushing yourself towards the kitchen. Rushing towards the door, throwing it open, slipping through, shutting it tight and barring it with our body you allow yourself to breath again. You knew those shadow-men weren't real, that they couldn't hurt you. But still... but still. You feel your heart beating in your throat as you make your way over to the cabinet. As you reach to take a glass you see your hand shaking. Anger rises inside you, you pause. If I take it now, you think, the muscles in your arms twitching, I will throw it. You hate this feeling, this uncontrollable rage, making you feel helpless, angry at the world, at the people who hurt you, angry at yourself  for not stopping them.

You stand a while, with your arm outstretched, feeling it go numb. Slowly you start moving again, taking the glass and filling it with water. Sipping once, twice, then downing it whole. You feel water running down your jar, now regaining control in your limbs. You refill, drinking slower this time, calming down and feeling your breath steadying.

The fowl feeling in your stomach fleeting, you down a third glass and set it down. You rub your damp hands against your upper arm, comforting yourself. Suddenly a wave of tiredness washes over you, your whole body feeling sore. You turn to the door, ready to make your way over to your room. Finally you fish your D.D.D out of your pocket.  A new Message pops up, as you unlock your screen.

From Asmodeus:

|Hey, darling~, is everything okay? You got up and left so fast. I couldn't finish your massage~

You ponder, wondering what you should answer, then shooting him a short, apologetic message, saying that you felt a bit sick and wanted to rest. Half lies don't hurt. You think, reading Asmos answer.

|In that case, rest well~ we don't want our favourite human to get sick!

This time you think of turning on your flashlight, shooing away the shadowcreatures and moonmen hiding in the corners.

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It wasn't Asmodeus' fault. Not really. This thought starts popping up every now and then, as you get yourself ready for school the next morning. He always was touchy-feely with everyone, including you, so how could he know that on this particular evening you didn't wanted to be touched, hugged, or kissed. That it would bring up memories you fought so hard to repress. I didn't say anything, so how could he know? You think as you thoughtlessly stuffing your RAD work in your bag, making your way to the dining room. Just as you are about to enter, you try and pull yourself together, putting on a cheery smile, straighten your back and putting your hands in your pocket.

“Yo! Good morning.” you chipper, taking your seat at the table. You are late and, lucky me!, only Levi and Belphie are still having breakfast. You let yourself relax a bit. You didn't want to see Asmo, not now, not with your mask easily slipping.

A sight grumbling coming from the sleeoing Belphie and a handwave by Levi, deeply involved in his handheld, is all the recognition you get as you start eating Breakfast. Before long your D.D.D starts doodling, reminding you that school would start soon. As you shake Belphie to wake up and pull on Levis arm a sense of normality begins tarts to return, the incident from the night before merely a distant memory.  

“Levi, we both have our last period around the same time, right? Let's go to the cafeteria together~” you ask as you three make your way to the RAD Buildings. “N-NO! That's something only Normies do! Also why would you want to sit with me anyway?! I am way too uncool for you...” You snicker at Levi's (predicable) response.

“S-SEE? NOW you are making fun of me! I KNEW you thought of me as a filthy otaku!” Levi pouts. You pat his Shoulder “I think you are a cute otaku.” You simply state, watching as he starts to turn bright red and mumble, something about 'those damn normies and their damn tactics'.

A slight smile on your lips you turn toward Belphie, wanting to ask him the same question, only to find him sleeping while walking, only finding his to the school building by your lead. Sighing you pat his back. Normally, you would eat with Mammon or Beel, but after oversleeping this morning you couldn't ask them if they had time. You lightly pull on Levis arm, him still rambling on about normies and the superiority of 2D, manoeuvring him away from bumping into the entry of RAD.

Looks like I will be eating alone.

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You hear your heart pounding louder as you get near the cafeteria. I shouldn't be this nervous. You try to shake your nervousness off.  Asmo's going to be in there, you think to yourself, I should apologise for leaving yesterday.

But the thought of seeing the Demon now only lets the fowl feeling in your stomach flare up again. You take a small peek inside the Building, trying to spot the forth born from a distance. He is easily identified, being surrounded by a large group of succubi, sunning himself in their attention, not paying any to the world around him. Perfect, you push yourself through some students blocking the entry way. You swiftly make your way over towards the Counter, buy a Sandwich and disappear in the Crowd. Crisis avoided! You think as you make your way towards the trackfield, not feeling the pair of eyes following you.

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You take a deep breath, as you let yourself fall onto a bench. Eyes wandering over the sky and treeline you unpack the food and take a small bite. Last night events replaying in your head over and over again, every time feeling more like a dream.

I am okay. You repeat your mantra.

I need to stop being so dramatic. I am okay. I am okay. I am okay. Nothing happened. It was my fault.

You focus on a bird flying by, taking another bite.

I need to pull myself together. It has been a few years. I just have to stop thinking about it.

Wetness on your face. Does it rain in the Devildom? You wonder, staring at the clear sky.

Asmo didn't hurt me. He would never. I am just too stupid to realize that.

One, scratch, breathe in, two, scratch, hold, three, scratch, release, four, scratch.

A burning sensation spreads across your forearm.

Five, scratch, breathe in, six, scratch, hold, seven, scratch, release, eight, scratch.

You feel your skin opening.

I am okay, I need to be. I. Am. Healed.

Nine, scratch, breathe in, ten, scratch--

You feel an hand grabbing yours, stopping you from continuing.

“Oi, Human.”

Someone seats themselves beside you, continuing to hold your hand. You keep your eyes pointed forward.

“I was waiting for ya, ya know? Saw ya passing through the cafeteria.”

An Owl stares at you, slightly tilting its head.

“Ya 'now ya can always come to me, 'ight?”

You stare back. Your eyes sting.

“No matter what. I am ya demon.”

What kind of owl is that? You wonder, taking a mental note to look it up later.

The Hand caresses yours.

“Does it hurt?”

The owl calls, rustling its  wings, never breaking eyecontact..

“It does.”

The voice sounds hoarse. Who's is it? Your throat aches.

“Wanna talk about it?”

The owl cleans it feathers.

“I think I messed up.”

You count the colours in the owls feathers.

“I didn't say no.”

The voice hiccups, more rain falling on your cheeks.

“Asmo couldn't have known. I-I never said anything. Never told him to stop.”

The owl stares again. Is it also counting my colours?

“He just massaged me. Like usual. But I had to go and mess it up!”

It spreads it wings, still looking at you.

“B-because I c-couldn't move on. Because it still h-hurts!”

You can't really understand what the voice is saying, how annoying, you think, can't they stop crying?

“I-i-it was years ago, you know? I know should be over it, but it hurts so much.”

The owl starts to fly. Your eyes follow it.

“I k-know its stupid, I-i know I am stupid for still thinking about it-”

It flies around, circling the trackfield.

“Ya ain't stupid.”

The owl flies over you, you turn your head.

“And it ain't ya fault.”

White hair appears in your field of vision.

“ T'only one at fault are those bastards that hurt MY human. And Asmo for not payin' attention.”

You feel a soft touch on your forearm.

“B-but still, I-i could have told him, could have-, I don't know, said something”

Your voice cracks. Tears flowing over.

“It ain't ya fault.”

Mammon's voice is soft, comforting. You shiver.

“It never was ya fault. I will tell ya that everyday if you need to hear it, ya can rely on THE great Mammon.”

You feel a laugh rising inside you. You try and suppress it.

“Oi, Human...” seeing a hand rise in the corner of your eyes you flinch.

“Is it okay if I hug ya?”

You nod automatically, not wanting to disappoint him. You press your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the sensation.

“Then go ahead. I am all yours.”

Surprised, you open your eyes and lower your vision, looking at the demon for the first time. He sits, with his arms stretched out wide, smiling softly.

“Only if ya really want. I want to hear ya say it.” he says and you sit there, astonished at his words. This has been the first time someone really asked for your consent, for your participation. You blink, once, twice, but every time you open your eyes, Mammon hasn't moved an inch towards or away from you, his soft smile still on his lips.

You feel how tear rise again, forming in the corners of your eyes. “Y-yes” is all you manage to press out, before throwing yourself into the demons arms. You sob and cry unstoppable against his chest, feeling for the first time in forever completely and utterly safe.

“Is it okay if I touch ya?” You hear Mammon ask. “It is, if its you.” You mumble in the nape of his neck and  feel how his hands pad your back, stroke your hair and dry your tears. Every touch soft, hesitating, waiting for you to lean in.

You don't know how long it has been since you started to cry in Mammons arms, it must have been hours going after your inner clock, but he stayed with you the entire time, not even once complaining. “Thank you, Mammon...” You whisper, your voice rough and sore, not even sounding like yours any more. “Anytime” he replies, rocking you in his arms.

You sigh as you allow yourself to relax, feeling a sudden tiredness washing over you.

“Thank you so much.” You murmur, feeling him smile against your hair.

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#mammon x reader #mammon x y/n #mammon x you #tw mental breakdown #tw dissociation #tw selfharm #tw panic attack #implied noncon #obey me x y/n #obey me x reader #mammon being a comfort #mammon being an absolute sweetheart #slight self insert #mammonobeyme #comfortfic #mammon comforts you #ash.writes<3

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Soft like Snow (Dabi X Gn! Reader)

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Spoiler for Dabis Origins!

(A/N: This is my first fic in a looong time, also the first one i ever wrote in english, please forgive me for any mistakes ( ´･ω･) The reader in this fic is gender neutral, so please enjoy, everyone ^^ please tell me if I missed any trigger, so that I can add them as fast as possible!)

Summary: As an old family friend was it only natural for you to help out at the Todoroki estate since Rei went to the hospital. You have always been close with them, spending most of your time at their place, escaping your own hell of a home. Until one April, when Dabi takes interest in you and decides to get to know you.

cw/tw for this part:

implied child abuse

mentioning of child abuse

implied emotional abuse

swearing

mentioning of alcohol

mentioning of alcoholism

Genre: Fluff | Hurt/Comfort | Mutual Healing

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„Shoo~to!“ you chipper, as you bop your head out of the kitchen door, greeting the youngest Todoroki. „ How was your first day? Found any new friends~?“. A slight smile dances on his lips. „Good.“ he replies, taking the bowl of Soba you hand him. „Thank you.“ You grab your cup, filled with hot chocolate, following him over to the table. He places the Heatpad, Fuyumi insisted on getting you one, on the ground next him. Flashing him a thankful smile, you take your seat, tightening your grip on the mug , warming your fingertips. Your shoulder bumps his. „You are always so warm~! I wanna take you home!“ Shoto snickers, a soft, light sound, easy to miss. „You can't.“ he leans into you. „You don't want to be on Fuyumis bad side.“

You giggle at the mental image of sweet, kind Fuyumi chasing you, Shoto stuffed under one arm, with a Sandal in her hand, screaming profanities at you. „ You're right, you're right!“

The sound of Shoto, eating his noodles and you slowly drinking your chocolate fill the room. You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth that radiates from Shotos body , the pad and the mug. I wish, you think, setting yourself sink deeper into the cozyness surrounding you, I wish we colud stay like this forever, frozen in this one, perfect moment, where everything is right. The irony isn't lost on you. A bitter smile crosses your face, fleeting, only visible for a few milliseconds. Its almost a daily routine, you, beeing over at the Todoroki estate, helping Fuyumi, spending time with Shoto, studying with Natsuo. Your perfect little Family.

You had known Natsuo the longest. Both of you being the same age and having a simliar Quirk, your mothers started to converse with each other, talking about the burden of raising children, especially little rascals like you two where. When you spotted Natsuo on the playground, poking something with a stick, you walked, more specifically waddeled with your toddler legs, over to him, raising your arm, to cover your eyes frome the sun, wanting to ask, what he was doing, forgetting the bucket you had on your hand and acidentally hitting him over the head with it. Needless to say that you became instantly Friends.

Conjoined on the hip, your and Natsuos mother would tell you two, when begging to go over to each others homes, wanting to play. As a child you where never shy, full force, head through wall, you thought, hearing the warm tone with which Rei told you these words, patting your head, while you cried, because you accidentially smashed the swing full frontal into Natsuo and--

Your Stomach twists.

No. Don't think of him...

“Y/N,” you hear Shotos soft voice as he touches your shoulder. “I finished eating.” You look at you Mug. Cold. Flashing a bright grin at the 15 year old, you take your now empty mug and his bowl and place them in the sink. You don't want him to worry. He has his own demons to fight with. You think. Hiding your pain has become somewhat of a second nature. While filling it with water you feel Shotos warm body pressed against your back. He is still a child, you think, while putting soap on your sponge. Shoto and you always had a special bond. He was the little brother you never had. While cleaning the dishes you talk with Shoto about his first day at his new school. U.A., just like his dad wanted.He tells you about his new classmates, one apparently was especially loud, his teachers and the test they had to go through to stay at U.A.. “One student,” he says, while grabbing a dish towel, “broke his finger while throwing a ball!” You ruffle his hair. Just as you are about to answer, that you were glad he enjoyed the new school and didn't worry at all about his safety, no sir!, you feel a cold hand touching your neck.

You spin around in the most dramatical way you knew, feigning a shocked expression and throwing your hand in front of your forehead. “Darling! How I missed you! All those months in war and not one letter, we thought you died!” you grab Shotos shoulder as support (you overestimated how much energy you'd need for the spin and started swaying) “Oh my honey!” Natsuo replied, as overly dramatic as your initial prompt. “How could I ever forget you! The front was hard, but we won!” As a finale you throw yourself in Natsuos arms, both of you falling to the ground, laughing. “Yo, Shoto!” he greeted his little brother, while you snuggled against Natsuos chest, the fifteen year old greeting his brother silently.

“You're cold!” you say, not moving one muscle. “Y/N, you are heavy!” he half complained half laughed, as you slit off of him, getting back on your feet. “Na-tsu-o!” you emphasise each syllable of his name, while pulling him up. “Help me with my studies!” you fake whine, pulling off the best puppy eyes you ever managed. Shoto, meanwhile handed his brother a fresh bowl of Soba. “Y/N cooked.” he said, smiling lightly. You silently watched them interact, a smile on your lips. I really do love them,you think. Ever since Rei had to go to the Hospital, Endeavor doesn't even visit her, Fuyumi took over the role as the mother figure. You wanted to help, needed to, knowing what it was like growing up without a parent, hating the other. You feel your phone vibrate. Speaking of the devil, you scoff, reading the message from your so called mother appearing on your cracked screen:

                                          Today, 7.37pm

| Y/N

| Still over at that Hero house?

                                                                                                  Yes|

|Come home. Cabinet's empty. Now.

Need something to drink

|Taka's thirsty

You don't respond. At least now you knew what was waiting for you in that shithole. You look up, Natsuo was just telling Shoto about a new medicine that his Study group was analysing. “Its like that one healing spray, but waaay more competent. It seals the wound as soon as its used, really cool right?” You hear and Shotos soft hums of agreements. Your heart aches at the thought of leaving them, but you have to, or you won't be able to leave your room again for the next two weeks. And we don't want that riiight?You can practically hear the sleaziness in Takas voice.

“Guys,” you start, struggling to put on your usual cheery tone, “I have to go home, Mom needs my help.” You sigh, patting the two Todorokis in front of you on the head. “See ya tomorrow!” Hugging Shoto tightly, trying to keep as much warmth as your body could possibly allow. “Oi, Y/N, don't even think about stealing my cute lil' bro!” you hear Natsuo behind you.

“Get home save, Y/N.” Shoto shoots you a small smile. “Of course! Mission accepted!” You beam while putting on your Hoody and Jacket. A you turn to leave you see Natuso, ears red, fiddling with something in his hands. “Here.” You feel how a scarf gets wrapped around your neck.

“Shoot me a text when you get home. 'is dangerous out there.”

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Its April, warm, but not warm enough, at least not for you. You snuggle deeper into the scarf Natsuo gave you, thankful for the warmth radiating from the wool, as you leave the Estate. Your Quirk, Ice, wasn't too different from the Todorokis, at least in theory. Praxis on the other hand was completely different. You felt the cold so much more, your body not really resistant to the cold, ironically, heat wasn't really a problem for you. You found that out when he accidentally activated his Quirk, earning him a beating by Endeavor.

I really shouldn't be thinking about him.

Missing the feeling of Shotos warm touch you sigh and rummage through the deep pockets of your jacket. Stuffing the evidently endless amount of hand-warmers aside, you feel with your fingertips what you are searching for, pulling it out. You put on your in-ears, the ones Fuyumi gifted you to your last birthday. Now you can always dance to your own tunes, no matter the placesmiling, you remember the card, neatly tucked under wrapping paper.

Putting on your favourite playlist, you take a deep breath, as you emerge yourself in those tunes, that seem to take all your worry away, filling your body with a kind of warmth you hadn't felt in a long time. Putting one foot in front of the other you started to skip around in these seemingly empty streets, no one watching, no one paying any attention to you.

At least as far as you knew.

The store clerics already knew you enough to not ask for ID, shooting you pitiful looks. Your Mom took you to this store since your Dad became a deadbeat, dragging you towards the liquor section and dropping the cheapest high percentile in your arms. Once you got older you became responsible for keeping the cabinet filled. If not, Taka would be reeaaally sad. And we don't want that to happen, riiight? You shudder as you throw 6 bottles of vodka in your basket, pause for a moment- and take a 7thone. Just to be sureyou think and make your way towards the cashier, gabbing a chocolate bar while passing by the snack shelf.

“Yo, Jii~chan!”

You grin, raising one arm, greeting the Guy ringing you up. He is in his mid thirty's, ash-blonde hair, the tips tainted green. He always gave you a pack of gum behind your mothers back. Our little secret!You had giggled then, finding the concepts of secrets with adults endearing. The secrets you had with Taka weren't as fun.

“Yo, Y/N” and “T'day's a hard one, huh” as he scans your items, packing them in a plastic back.

You glance down, fidgeting with your card, fingering the plastic coating, peeling off on the edges.

“... Yeah..”

“Y'know, we could always use sum help here.” He hands you the bag. “I'll think about it” shooting him a thankful smile, you leave the store, passing a tall man on your way out and head home, your heart getting colder and heavier by the minute. This time not because of your Quirk.

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Humming a song he picked up while shopping at a shabby 7/11, he wanders through the streets, a mask covering his face. Pollen allergy. Bad this season he'd say, answering questioning looks by Store clerics and bystanders. Lies, of course, he used it mostly to not stand out as much, covering up his burnt jar. He wouldn't mind the stares if he didn't cover his facial scars up, but keeping a low profile was important, especially this kind of neighbourhood. The sun was setting, only a few exhausted office-workers crossing his path, too much occupied with their own worry, 'I have to finish this project by tomorrow, or Boss will demand that I stay the night--', to notice him. He can hear laughing, families spending time together, children complaining, 'I don't wanna go to bed mama-', blissfully unaware to the danger lingering outside.

Stalking through various back-alleys, avoiding security cameras, he reaches his destination. Big, luxurious villas stretching on each side of the road, tall fences, giving the occupants more privacy, more distance between their fantasy of riches, opulence, idleness and the real, brutal, dark world. He laughs, a rough, sarcastic bark, muffled by his mask. He knows what happens in those golden cages, masks slipping off, revealing twisted grotesque faces, hissing and spitting venom.

God knows he was glad that he escaped when he was thirteen years old. As he comes closer to his old home, Hellhouse, this can only be called a hellhouse, Dad has the right Quirk for it, he remembers snickering on that comment Natsuo made, his pace quickens. Exitement? Nervousness?

It had been months since he visited the Todoroki-estate. Police patrols got tighter, he couldn't slip by as easely as now, not with his face plastered all over the news. But the public attentionspan was as short as the police investigation, the interest in three thugs burnt to a crisp fleeting. Espacially with the rising of a new public villain, one that killed heros, not thrash from the streets.

Dabi stops at the corner of a back-alley covered enough that no one would notice him while still having full view of his old home. Time passes and he watches how figures float past windows, like ghosts haunting this damned place, lights turning on and off. Fuyumi, he assumes, Fuyumi's probably cooking dinner. White hair catches his attention. His younger brother strolls up the street, opposite from Dabis hiding place, smiling at a package he is holding. While Natsuo stops before the front door, searching for his keys and stepping inside, Dabi quickly checks his phone, his eyes gazing at the digital timer in the top corner. 9.36pm, almost an hour passed since he arrived. Endeavor will be back soon. He cringes. The thought of seeing the Nr.2 hero makes him sick.

Just as he readies himself to leave, gazing at the window of his old room, the front door opens and someone steps out. He pauses, eyes wandering to the commotion. Natsuo seems to wrap a scarf around them, cheeks a misty pink. Got yourself a Love, huh lil' bro?He can't but grin a bit, a sadistic one, sure, but a bit of pride quells in him. Eyes focusing on the person, why are they wearing so much clothing? Are they a fucking Chinchilla? as they take something out of their pocket and start skipping, dancing? What a weirdo, around, down the street. Dabi scoffs, but something about the way they move, free, elegant, endears him. Carefully, keeping himself at a distance, he starts to follow, mesmerised by their moves, something tugging at the back of his mind. I know you..., he thinks, trying to grasp the image, blurry, fading in and out of existence.

He expected them to enter one of the nicer houses, surprised when they keep walking past them and entering one of the rougher areas. It's not like he is worried about them, just curious who that mysterious Lover of his dear little brotheris. Maybe, he starts thinking, maybe I could use this to get under Natsuos skin? Normally he wouldn't hesitate, running up to them and turning them to ash, but today, today was different. Starting to hum again, he enters the run down shop and stalks through the aisles, fainting interest in the discount basket near the checkout. Their little chat with the cashier catches his interest. And, while he listens, a plan forms inside his head. As he grabs a body lotion, god, how ironic, his glance lingering on their back, as they pass him, exiting the store.

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