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#did one thing but meant another and i struggled to understand them and it led to getting hurt and learning to be hyperaware and overanalyze

potionpeddlerpatchy · 1 year

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word count: 8.3K

paring: Bakugou x fReader

warning(s): oral(f! receiving), dirty talk, tit worship, slow soft sex that turns to rough sex, breeding, creampie. I think that's it, sex after a confession always leads to good fluffy sexy stuff.

authors note: well, this took longer than I was hoping for so I do hope it was worth the wait! I don't typically write Bakugou as I am never confident I can do him justice, but I do know how much everyone loves him (and I too find the dork just a lot of fun) - so to my Bakugou stans I hope I did good enough and I hope you all enjoy a surprisingly long fic of our favorite gremlin~🔮

You had meant to move about a month ago; you had gone through the whole process of finding the right apartment that fits your budget, was in a decent neighborhood, and was close enough to both yours and your friend's place of work. All that effort, months of it, was supposed to accumulate into one big celebratory day where you both moved all your things into your new home.

However, your family had other ideas. And thus, you were a helpless passenger flying between family members as they took their sweet time to say goodbye to you; unable to stop them from milking the melodramatics of your moving to a city so far away for who knows how long.

And your poor friend, who technically now was your roommate, had to move all her things by herself. To settle into a new place, routine, and life in a city also foreign to her, on her own. It was not the plan, but then again when did anything go according to plan for the pair of you? Despite her reassurance otherwise, you still felt awful about your false start.

But it wasn’t all bad. Your family gave you plenty of gifts to help kickstart your new adventure, items that would be more than helpful for living on your own and away from family and their abundance of resources. And your friend became quite friendly with the new neighbor.

Their meet-cute was something you missed while you were away visiting family. How he seemed to come to her rescue while she was struggling to get all her boxes up the four flights of stairs to the apartment - and of course, there was no elevator in the old building - how polite he was, how adamant that he help her out, how strong he was. All of it was something she gushed about to you on the phone that night, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with her.

Of course, it didn’t stop there. It seemed every day that led up to you finally moving into that place with your friend, she was on the phone with you talking about another encounter she had with the new neighbor. How he helped her bring her groceries up, helped her with building some of the new furniture sets you both bought, how he would come by to ensure she was okay - everything and anything. You knew basically all there was to know about the man before your friend even let you know his name.

Though you could understand why.

Kirishima Eijirou was a pro-hero after all, and despite being the friendliest one out there, he did want to uphold a semblance of privacy. It was only a few days before you moved in that you both found out his name and occupation; it was a bit of a surprise, but neither you or your roommate would blab about him to the media. After all, you were neighbors. If his privacy was to be infringed upon, yours would be too.

Besides, you didn't want to ruin the budding relationship that was forming between the two of them. If the media got involved, it would be ruined before it started. So, you had no problem keeping your lips sealed tightly about it all.

You finally did meet Kirishima when you stumbled up the seemingly endless flights of stairs with your roommate, with the many boxes of your stuff. And you had to admit he was one of the sweetest, most infectiously friendly, men you had ever met in your life - and unlike your roommate, you took full advantage of the help he offered.

From there you got to enjoy the new bliss that was this adventure. Setting up your bedroom; adding decorations to the shared spaces; going grocery shopping for the foods you liked; and the overall fun you found, being in each other's company. This new routine was built of comfort, not the chaos you were previously used to; one you were happy to come home to. Though, that being said, you could never really find time to go out or socialize with your friend - at least not one-on-one anymore.

Kirishima was usually always there, greeting you with that same cheery smile whenever you emerged from your room in the morning to start your day. Whenever you came home from an errand or work, there he was on your couch cuddled up with your roommate. When you answered the door, there he was, greeting you with the same amiable demeanor. You always returned the smile, always gave happy greetings back - again he was a nice guy - but after a few weeks of seeing him constantly, of becoming the (unwilling) third wheel to this honied new romance with your friend, it started to wear thin.

Bakugou could say the same.

All Kirishima could talk about was his new girlfriend. Bakugou couldn’t even begin to count the number of times he heard of their ‘chance encounter’ as if chance had anything to do with it - they lived next door. Their meeting each other was bound to happen, one way or another. And he couldn’t even begin to count the number of times the plans he made with his best friend were called off last minute for this girl.

It’s not like he wasn’t happy for Kirishima. He was glad to hear that after the hustle and grind that comes from their line of work, his best friend had finally started to date again. The pain caused by lack of privacy, and by lack of time to spend on romance or new relationships, in general, was no small thing. Bakugou knew that pain better than anyone… but this borderline obsessive, lurid behaviour Kirishima had towards his newfound relationship was starting to rub him the wrong way - the puppy love of it all made Bakugou want to gag.

And his best friend's new girlfriend had the worst roommate - bar none.

Bakugou could recall the awful encounter vividly. It was a Friday afternoon. He was on his way to start his evening patrol, walking over to Kirishima’s place as the redhead was to join him. But of course, Kirishima was not there, or at least he was not answering the door. After minutes of pounding and yelling, Bakugou figured the bastard was where he always was, at his girlfriend’s place. Stomping his way over, he barely had a chance to properly knock on the door before you swung it open - the look of utter annoyance and anger in your eyes as you looked up at him was something he would never forget.

“He’s not here.” That was all you said before slamming the door in his face.

Bakugou was never before left so stunned or speechless, at least not by an every day, quirkless, person, and he didn’t like it if the intentional stomping of his heavy boots and the huffing chest was anything to go by. Both Kirishima and his girlfriend got an earful about it when he finally managed to find them.

And to make matters worse, the next time he was to hang out at Kirishima’s place - to relax and unwind with a boy's night out - you were there. What was supposed to be a night getting drinks and letting go of all the stresses of their job turned into a movie night in - as that is what his girlfriend and you had planned, and Kirishima, unsurprisingly, wanted to join - forgoing the original plan, as if it was nothing. Bakugou visibly fumed in the doorway as he debated whether or not to join - with Kirishima convincing him of the latter.

And there he was, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from you, as the large single-use chair he wanted to sit in was occupied by Kirishima and his girlfriend. Bakugou truly wondered if he could resent his friend more than he did at that moment as he stared blankly at the screen before him - not bothering to even pay attention to the movie he was so rudely coerced into seeing.

As the night neared its end, though, so did the height of that resentment. He watched from the corner of his eye as you scooted yourself a little closer to him; eyes shy and unsure as you gazed at his profile - Bakugou couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow in interest, eyes shifting to you and making you pause your movements.

“I want to apologize for the other day…” your tone was begrudging, he remembered that, as you began to explain your horrible behaviour when you both first met. How you had the worst headache and couldn’t get out of work, and the noise he was making caused you to snap. Bakugou simply shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgment after you were done, but that was all before his eyes moved back to the screen; yours followed suit after another beat with a nod of your head.

You thought maybe he had ignored your apology, given the dismissive way he regarded it, and you could not fault him for that. Nor could you fault his attitude towards you and the situation he was in that night, it was clear he had not wanted to waste his time watching a stupid movie a random stranger had picked out - you certainly didn’t want to if you had the choice. So, you simply chalked it up to him having a rough day and not wanting to deal with you and your silly excuses for your shitty behaviour.

But after that day, whenever he would be looking for Kirishima, you could barely hear his gently rapping at your door or the heavy boots as they walked across the hallway - a far cry from your first encounter.

In fact, most of your interactions with Bakugou were a light year from the initial two you had with him. You knew who he was, it was hard to ignore when his face was almost always plastered in the news or on screens in the city, and given what you could tell he was a bit brutish - standoffish and quick to anger - very much like how he was when you first had the pleasure of meeting him. It was supposedly a part of his charm, but you found nothing charming about it, that was until you extended that olive branch with your apology. The way he spoke to you after that, the softer tone - one that was almost hushed - always surprised you; it almost didn’t fit who he was but somehow you still liked it. You knew he did it because he was worried he might aggravate you, and your possible headache, further but it was the courteousness that made you start to warm up to him.

And Bakugou could say the same. He didn’t want to admit it, but you were fairly sweet - always apologizing when you would have to tell him his friend wasn’t there and giving him a fairly wise suggestion on where they might be; your tone and demeanor soft, always catching him off guard; as every time he knocked on your door he was expecting an incensed tone. And your eyes… Bakugou had always expected them to look cruel, to have the sharp hue they previously had when he first gazed into them. He was always surprised by how gentle they were, looking up at him. They continuously ambushed and captivated him, and he couldn’t stand it. He hated how pretty they were.

And it all just got worse from there.

At least that was how Bakugou saw it at first. He knew you probably did too, given the exhausted, almost fed-up expression you’d share with him whenever the pair of you crossed paths once more, in some shape or form, by the lovestruck pair.

“I suppose misery loves company, and evidently, we seem to be her favourite kind.” you would murmur to him, in a mirthful tone, with a shrug of your shoulders before diverging paths in a fruitless, and endless, search to find - and subsequently, make sense of, - those lovesick two you call your closest friends. It wasn’t long before you found yourselves being dragged along on all the errands and lunches they had planned; being a forced pair to endure and join in on an afternoon or evening out for whatever they had planned.

“I don’t understand, why do they feel the need to invite us?” You would ask him, voice hushed as you both would walk a few steps behind them to avoid any ire from your complaining.

“As if I would know.” Bakugou scoffed, his ever-present scowl being turned in your direction “Not like I want to spend my free time here being a third party to their lovely bullshit.”

“Fourth party, I was here first” Your quick response would make his scowl soften, as you would smirk up at him; though it was only ever briefly as his gaze always made you shy “Maybe that’s why…”

“Why what?”

“Why they drag us along.”

“Care to explain?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowing as he regarded your shrugging shoulders.

“You haven’t figured it out? And here I thought you were smart!”

“You fucking brat.” Bakugou couldn’t help but playfully shove you away, a smile forming on his face as your soft giggles filled the air as you stumbled about to try and regain your footing “Come on, out with it.”

“I think the reason….” You began, trying to keep your voice down once more to avoid suspicion. “I think the reason they drag us along is that they feel bad. It sucks when you're alone around a couple, but it's more tolerable when there is someone else in the same shoes as you.”

“I mean, yeah sure… but why not just leave us alone? Why invite us in the first place?” he asked, eyes fixated on the couple ahead of him as they started to make their way into a popular café; the destination of this trip.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I guess, misery loves company. And we’re her favourite kind of company” Bakugou shrugged in a manner that was mimicking you.

“Oh, so you do listen to what I say!” You mocked, as you began to walk across the threshold of the café through the door Bakugou had opened “And here I thought nothing I said got through that thick skull of yours.”

Your giggles filled the air again as you felt his hand push at your shoulder causing your feet, and stride, to stumble as you tried once more to regain your balance - his herculean body shoving you away effectively stopping you from entering the café. The adrenaline rush of falling made your laughter even louder when you landed on the pavement; whether you were injured you couldn’t tell, you were too preoccupied at laughing at the man who had now closed to café door on you, watching through the glass as he muttered, with a smile, that you were a ‘fucking brat’.

Double dates, would be the most appropriate word for what followed, but you were always hushed and told differently when you would bring that word into play.

“I just want to see you get out of the house, to have some fun!” is what your roommate would defend with each time you griped and groaned at her for being forced into another ‘activity’

“You know, it would be nicer if it was just the two of us,” You’d shoot back, eyes glued to whatever task you were currently doing, knowing her puppy eyes were a weakness of yours. “Kirishima doesn’t always have to be there.”

“But he’s always so busy with his work!” She would pout, using that to her advantage as well, “It’s the only time I get with him! Please? You know how hard it is to find time with the both of you! Can’t you just come along, this will be the last time, I promise!”

She always said that. Always promised that this would be the last time you would be dragged along on another ‘outing’ that they had planned; last time she - they - would combine the need to hang out with a friend and go on a date. You would always sigh and agree to join, despite knowing the truth of the matter at hand, because…. well, she was right. Trying to find time to spare for both your social and romantic lives was difficult when you had to spend most of your time working so you could stay financially afloat.

Besides, you always had company. And Bakugou was slowly starting to prove to be your favourite kind of company.

He made being dragged along from event to event more tolerable. Whether that be having to help pick apples in a local orchard, or having to be a part of the standard photoshoot which followed, Bakugou made everything bearable. You couldn’t help but enjoy his snapbacks at Kirishima when being told to look or pose a certain way. His pained smile in every photo taken made you laugh so hard you could barely breathe.

Hiking and going to Farmer’s markets were tolerable too; you weren’t surprised that Bakugou was good at going uphill in uneven terrain; he was a prohero after all. But you were surprised, and grateful, at how good of a guide he was - always taking the lead so he could warn you of any possibilities to get hurt; lending a hand when needed without any sort of ire or condescension. And Sunday morning market runs turned into less of a chore when being guided to the best stalls, having someone hand pick the best items there, and having them use their fame to get you the best prices.

Traversing the many museums your roommate wanted to go to became quite the respite. Though you were perfectly fine splitting from the lovebirds and exploring on your own, it was nice to have a presence beside you; and you couldn’t deny how surprised you were whenever Bokugou would share with you a fact he knew about many of the exhibits you crossed.

And of course, traveling miles to see the country's largest aquarium was a real treat; one you suspected was a way for your roommate to apologize for always being dragged along to do the things she wanted to do. How you clung to her arm the whole time and dragged her (and the party) excitedly along to each giant tank to point out every marine animal that was housed there - rambling on and on about all you knew. And Bakugou, though he would tease that you were acting like a child, enjoyed seeing the way your face lit up again and again as you rambled on without a care; grateful you were never looking his direction, not knowing if he could live with the embarrassment of you seeing him look at you so softly.

Despite the forced proximity, you found a lot of enjoyment in spending your free time with that hotheaded man. And Bakugou could only agree that you made all these pointless so-called adventures convivial and worth giving interest to.

And those movie nights? The ones which were originally the bane of Bakugou’s existence? He found himself enjoying them the longer he stayed in your semi-forced company. He liked your commentary. He wanted to hear the little facts and details you’d point out as you mumbled into the popcorn you were trying to eat. He especially liked all the quick and smart jokes you would make on the more terrible movies that were chosen, knowing that his evening would actually be entertaining rather than tremendously painful to sit through. Over time, he longed to have you sit closer to him, to have you move from where you always sat at the other end of the plush couch to be right by his side. He yearned to feel your warmth against him, to hear what your whispers would sound like in his ear.

It was right where you belonged. That’s what he thought every time you would lean closer to him in some form or another; whether it was to move out of others' way, or to inform him of whatever thought crossed your mind. It’s where he wanted you to be.

Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, but he knew there was no way to deny it or try and convince himself otherwise, that he was starting to fall in love - or at least as close to love as he had ever experienced before - with you; that what started as him resentfully having to be around you morphed into something he was excited for; something he genuinely longed for.

But of course, his luck in romance was never as strong as it was everywhere else. And that unluckiness took, in this case, the form of his other prohero friends.

It was at the New Year's Party that they all held every year, a small get-together of close friends to celebrate another year together, and this year was Bakugou’s turn to host. And of course, Kirishima was going to bring his girlfriend; everyone was super excited after all to meet her. And Bakugou was hoping, though he would never admit it or ask, that you would be there too.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up when you saw your figure enter his apartment, following behind the couple you came with; as you exclaimed a “Happy New Year!” towards him and the group your eyes were greeted with.

And he couldn’t help the way he bit his lip as his eyes raked over your figure. The outfit you were in, though it was cute - and in line with how you normally dressed - was a little more risque than normal; and he couldn’t help but wonder, all the blood in his body turning hot over the thought of, if you did it for him.

But things started to fall apart when Kaminari and Sero introduced themselves. You spent the whole night giggling and joking with them as if they were old friends. It was something that took Bakugou months to achieve, and yet, somehow, the pair managed to coax all of that out of you so easily. And your attitude, your presentation, was so unlike how you were with him. You were more demure than Bakugou had ever before witnessed. He’d never seen you act so shy, all bashful and blushing. It made his heart hurt and his blood to boil in anger as he watched it all, his whole night ruined by seemingly harmless interactions.

After that, both men started joining you whenever there was an outing - suddenly tables at restaurants were seating six instead of four. And his beloved movie nights, the one time and the chance he had you to himself - to be the only one so close to you - were infiltrated with two extra bodies that sandwiched themselves between him and you.

He hated how endearing, and appealing, they were; and how it was working on you so effectively. Bakugou wasn’t a stranger to their lovable personalities - they were his closest friends for a reason. It was just, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to make you smile like that, to make and hear you giggle that obnoxious but cute giggle, to tuck your hair behind your ear and have you be unable to look him in the eye after, to have you fall asleep against him whenever the movie nights ran too long. All of it, he wanted to do all of it with you.

But he figured, maybe, he wasn’t the right man.

Perhaps you were looking for someone more like Kaminari, who was spontaneous, adventurous, and fun-loving; who would take you on endless surprise dates, and have you guess on where it might be - always having it end up being the most fun you ever had. Someone to continuously, unabashedly fawn over you, and make you laugh at the dumbest things.

Or, maybe someone like Sero, who was so effortlessly charming no matter what he did. A partner who can make you both smile so brightly and have a blush burning your cheeks with one simple word. Someone who could make you feel like the most special person in the world with just a touch, who could pull you into a dance at just the right moment.

Why would you ever want him? The loud, angry, brutish hero everyone saw him as?

Bakugou started to pull away. To slowly stop being a part of the so-called ‘outings’, or helping with errands, or coming by on movie nights. He began to focus all his attention back on his hero work like he did before he met you, to divert all of his time, energy, and focus back on his goal of becoming the best hero he could be, to attempt to erase you and the thoughts of domestic content out of his mind. To try and avoid you at all costs, to spare him the heartbreak you inadvertently caused whenever he looked at you.

But he couldn’t avoid it forever - he knew that - the inevitability that he would need Kirishima, and subsequently have to go on a hunt to find him was always looming in the back of his mind; how it would ultimately lead to you. Bakugou knew the day would come, and it did, it just took longer than expected. He needed to ask Kirishima if he could cover a patrol shift for a hero who called in sick; and though Bakugou would take it in a heartbeat if he could, to avoid the possibility of you, he was off-field duty until he finished the mountains of paperwork from his last mission - and he ran out of options.

He walked up to your door, that familiar off-white he had grown used to seeing, and made sure to rapt as gently as he could - like he always had - for your sake, as he waited for an answer; his breath caught in his throat, almost suffocating on the air from the awkward nerves that consumed him which came from showing his face after so long.

“Please don’t let her answer, please not her, please….” he pleaded like a mantra in his mind, but of course it was you, answering the door and greeting him with your usually soft surprise and beautiful eyes.

“Hi stranger, you just missed him.” You mumbled out, body leaning onto the open door you were half hiding behind “He left in a hurry, something about going on patrol to fill for another hero or…. Yeah”

There was a pause, and Bakugou knew you left it for him; knew that you wanted him to say something like a ‘thank you’ or ‘see you later’ or an acknowledgment of his lack of presence, lately. Instead, he began to turn away from you, unable to say anything, or be confronted any longer by your wide, sad eyes.

“It’s been a while… “ You mumbled, starting the conversation again, not wanting him to leave, “You know… since I last saw you.”

“Yeah, been busy.” Bakugou shrugged, trying to play nonchalant, as he stepped away from your door.

“W-well-!” You blurted, your loud tone startling not only you but Bakugou, causing your head to bow sheepishly “I-if you’re not busy or anything…. would you, um, like to come and join me for a movie?”

“A movie?” Bakugou asked, a smile briefly twitching on his lips over your behavior and invitation.

“Well, yeah. It’s Friday and normally everyone is either here or at Kiri’s for our usual movie night, but tonight it’s just me. And… and…. I-I’m really hoping you’ll join me…”

You were fiddling with your fingers, a nervous habit you had when you were unsure of something, or wanted something you didn’t know if the other person would want too. And how was Bakugou supposed to say no to that?

“What movie?” He grumbled, trying his best not to be affected by the bright smile that overtook your face as he further pushed through your door to enter your apartment.

“I-I haven’t picked yet, don’t really know what kind of mood I’m in, ya know? You, um, can choose what you like!” The last bit of your sentence was harder to hear as you went into the kitchen to get some more snacks and another drink for your newfound company.

“Where is everyone?” Bakugou asked, plopping down on your couch, as he began to fuss with your remote, and its less-than-responsive connection to your TV, to boot up your streaming service.

“Well… my roomie is out of town to visit her family; it’s her mom’s birthday.” You gave a smile as you began to set the items in your down on your small coffee table.

“What about Sero and Kaminari?”

You paused your motions for a brief moment, not expecting them to be brought up before you shrugged “I’m not sure, I haven’t really seen them much lately either - probably scared them off, you know how I get some days.”

“You’re not that bad.” Bakugou scoffs, trying his best not to be affected by your mirthful smile “What kind of movie do you want? Good or bad?”

“Uh… a bad one. It's been a tough week and I could use a laugh” You smiled before settling in on the couch beside him and handing him a drink; a bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap.

The silence settled over you both as the movie began to play; the sounds of its action and dialogue broken only by whenever you decided to share some of your commentary on the plot, and tell your jokes, varying degrees of laughs over it all. Before long, Bakugou couldn’t help but join in; as if the month spent apart never happened, and you both fell back into that blissful comfort you had built up, enjoyed, and so grieved in its absence.

“I missed you.” You whispered out as the movie’s credits began to wash over the screen; it was so faint, yet Bakugou heard it like thunder in his ears, as his bewildered eyes fell on you.

“What?”

“I missed you. Things aren’t really the same, or as fun without you around…” You mumbled a little louder, unable to bring yourself to look at him during your confession; the silence returned, falling upon you, much like the night you first apologized to him - it crushed and consumed you as it did then, causing you to change the subject.

“You wanna watch another one?” You leaned forward to grab the remote, passing it over to him “Cause we can! You can put on one of your favourites, I know you’ve been trying to show some of them to me for a while.”

“Sure.” was all he could muster as he grabbed the control to play yet another movie. Trying his best to not be affected by the leaning of your body into his side once the opening scene began to play.

There was less talking this time, Bakugou knew it was because you were sheepish over your little confession, and his lack of response to it, and just wanted to hide. And he just didn’t know what to say, was never good at easing situations like these. Though after a while the silence became more palatable as you both gazed at the screen ahead. Though that tentative peace was disrupted when your arms snaked between his arm to encase it in a weird sort of hug.

“H-hey!” He didn’t mean to jump, or try and pull away at what you did, but he couldn’t help but be startled by it “What’s this all about, huh?”

“N-nothing, I’m sorry, I’ll just stop…” you began pulling away, and though you tried hard to mask it, the warble in your voice still came through.

“Don’t stop.” Bakugou spoke firmly, fully turning towards you and holding your shoulders to keep you in place so you could hide or run from him “Just tell me why you’re acting like this. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong!” You began, the tears in your eyes welling and blurring your vision “I just really really missed you, okay?”

“No, not okay! Why are you crying, I doubt you missed me so much over that.”

“I’m… I’m worried you don’t like me anymore… that I did something to make you hate me.”

“I’m not mad at you” Bakugou sighed, shoulders losing all tension as he gazes down at you “Or hate you. Just really busy with hero work right now.”

“That’s not true,” you sniffled, though the firmness in your voice and the stern look in your eyes as you gazed back at him, caused him to almost flinch “That’s not true, and you know it. Hero work didn’t make you suddenly get up and leave one day, didn’t make you just stop wanting to be around me, or talk to me. So, why did you?”

“Because… because… I… I just…” Bakugou began, trying to find the right words but unable to get his tongue to form any of them.

“Bakugou, please, just be honest with me!” You exclaimed, eyes pleading with him to just say anything, trying to push away from him in your anger, but to no avail; his grip on your shoulders just got stronger.

“I like you okay!” He finally managed to blurt out “But of course, you didn’t notice with stupid fucking Kanimari and Sero taking all of your goddamn time lately! And how they began hogging you, how was I supposed to react, huh? Was I supposed to be okay with them being so fucking friendly? To have them make you smile and laugh that stupid laugh yah have and make yah so fucking happy when that’s all I wanted to do! I like yah a lot, but I figured with all of this it meant you didn’t like me back, so I just fucking went away, okay?

“You’re such an idiot.” You whispered after an almost stunned pause, shaking your head as you gazed at him, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly while he tried to regain his breath.

A giggle bubbled up your throat as you bit your lip to hide the smile crossing your face, eyes still glued to the clueless man in front of you; watching as his brows began to furrow even further in anger over your response. He never did get to voice a syllable of his anger before your lips pressed to his, your hands coming to cup the side of his face to pull him a little closer - a little deeper - into the kiss.

You pulled away far too quickly for Bakugou’s liking as his lips tried to follow yours; you giggled again at him, and he finally opened his eyes to look down at you, his smile mirroring your own when you whispered out “I like you too.”

This time, he kissed you, his smile could be felt against your lips at your confession; overjoyed that his feelings were actually reciprocated. It didn’t take long before the movie was forgotten over the mutual want, and need, to make up for the lost time. Bakugou quickly took control; tilting your head back, cradling your neck, and keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss - taking the lead and dominating it with a satisfied hum.

And how quickly those soft, sweet kisses, with little giggles and murmurs of sweet nothings in between when your lips parted, turned into something headier; heavier as the two of you grew louder. The smacking and sucking of lips as they continuously connected felt frantic as the minutes passed like nothing, saliva coating your chins as you both refused to part - to catch even one breath. Your hands wandered down his chest, pulling him by the soft cotton fabric of his t-shirt to hover over you as you shifted to lay fully down on the soft cushions.

The change in position is what finally snapped Bakugou back into reality, out of his spell your soft lips had lured him into, as he finally pulled away from the kiss; tugging your hair gently to stop you from trying to chase after another as he did his best to dull the burning ache in his lungs.

You weren’t making it easy for him though, arching your back to snuggly press your chest to his as you stared up at him with those lust-filled eyes, making his body grow hot and pants tighten as you begged him to “Please don’t stop.”

“You sure you wanna do that, beautiful?” He masked his shaky, broken, breath with a hum and he nudged his nose with yours. “Think you’re ready for all that?”

“Of course, I am.” Your bottom lip sticking out in a pout “More than ready! Please, Katsu?”

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that?” Bakugou sighs out, lips attacking yours once more as his hands move to hike up your legs so his knee can slide, and rest, between them.

The resulting gasp that leaves your lips when you feel his knee press up against your cunt is met with a chuckle as he begins to travel his hot kisses across your cheeks and down your neck; tongue lavishing the smooth skin he finds there, marring it with small nips and sucks as he calloused hands wandered underneath your sweater; your skin jumping at the newfound friction as he slowly began dragging the fabric upwards and off your body.

Your skin erupted in goosebumps when it met the cold air, though you really couldn’t mind when he followed suit, his gloriously chiseled chest - one you knew took years to build - was before your eyes and at your fingertips. Bakugou allowed you a moment to drink it all in, to get your fill, before nudging your curious hands away in favour of resuming the task at hand.

His lips trailed over your newly exposed, supple flesh, down the valley between your breasts, and inhaling the scent of your skin and his rough palms began to roll and squeeze at your mounds through the soft cotton bra you decorated them in.

It all felt so heavenly, and though your heart swelled at the fact, and thought, that he was willing to go slow for your sake, it just wasn’t enough for you, if the small whimpers and wiggling of your hips were any indication. You needed, craved, more of his touch.

“Katsu, please!” You finally whined, body too hot to lay comfortably still or endure this slow torment anymore. “Stop going so slow, I need more!”

Your complaint ended with a strangled cry as you felt his teeth sink harshly into your hardened nipple, the fabric doing nothing to dull the ache.

“Stop whining…” He grumbled out, voice low as his teeth tug once more at the abused bud, before letting it go “Been waiting a long time for this, and I’m gonna do it right, ya hear? So just lay back and let me do what I want.”

You merely let out a whimper and nod in response, his chuckle and mummer of ‘good girl’ going straight to your core and he continued his adoration of your chest; the latches of your bra finally slacking as he removed the only barrier between your sensitive skin and his warm breath. His lavishing turned more aggressive as he began to nibble, kiss, nip, and tug at the supple flesh - leaving his marks wherever he saw fit - with your moans and mewls spurring him on further.

“What did I say?” Bakugou growled, hands shoving your wiggling hips back down onto the couch.

“I can’t help it!” You sob, hands coming up to tug at his hair in frustration “Just wanna feel more of you, wanna feel you inside, please!”

“God, baby,” He groaned, head ducking down against your chest to try and regain the resolve he just lost; shaking his head after a moment, shushing you with a kiss before you could whine once more, “Not yet… but promise I’ll make you feel good, give you want you want, okay?”

Without another word, Bakugou swiftly pulled both your sweats and panties down your leg; baring your bottom half to him and the heady air of the room you were in, kissing one of your calves while settling your legs to sit comfortably on his shoulders. His thumb began tracing up and down your wet folds as he marveled at the sight.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby…” He whispered out, his other thumb joining to spread you open further, enjoying the way your thighs jumped as his hair tickled them as he leaned in close for a better look “So, so, pretty.”

He wasted no further time before confidently swiping his tongue up and down your glistening cunt; relishing in the broken moan you let out when his tongue began circling your clit; all restraint leaving him when your hands tugged at his hair as his lips finally wrapped around your little button, sucking mercilessly.

He was utterly filthy with the way he ravished your cunt, the amount of spit he gathered between his mouth and your pussy as he abused your poor clit with onslaughts of tongue flicking, was obscene as his slurping could be heard over everything else in the room as he tried to taste more of your sweet juices. He watched your pretty head thrash from side to side, and listened to you wail as he dragged his tongue up your fluttering hole, just to shove himself deep inside you.

You were losing your mind to the pleasure, your hips unable to stay still as your moans and cries of pleasure were released unabashedly like a mantra to the gods above; nails digging harshly into the pillows nearby and your lover's scalp as you tried desperately to ground yourself, to little avail, as you begged and whined for him to let you cum.

Your sounds were beautiful, and Bakugou couldn’t deny, they were certainly doing something to his ego, but they were also going straight to his cock, twitching and aching for you, uncontrollably. And if he wanted to avoid a noise complaint, and not cum in his pants like a teenager, he had to do something.

“Stop squirming!” Bakugou groaned, pinning your hips once again within his iron grip “Told you to stop it, you brat”

“M’sorry,” you hiccuped, thighs twitching and squirming over the need to gain some of the lost stimulation “I’m… M’just close, wanna cum.”

“You will, baby,” Bakugou hummed, arm stretching across your body to have his fingers tap at your lip “Open wide, and suck on these like a good girl, okay?”

You do so without a word. Lips part to accept two of his thick digits into your waiting mouth; tongue swirling almost instantly as you hollow your cheeks, he could feel the gentle vibrations of your moans when the pads of his fingers pressed down on your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” Bakugou groaned, the sight alone almost made him come undone, as he leaned back down to continue what you so rudely interrupted.

You did as you were told, sucking so diligently on Bakugou's fingers as he continued to push you over the edge; moaning, though muffled, was constant as you tried to maintain a rhythm. - afraid that he might stop again.

Not that Bakugou would. You were driving him wild, and now he wanted nothing more than to make you cum; first on his face, and then on his cock. Talking between breaths about how pretty your pussy is, how good you were, how he’s gonna stretch you open, all while fucking you with his tongue; his sucking and slurping filling the air in between his words. All this while trying to keep his composure from the sight of your debauched face messily sucking his fingers to keep quiet; feeling your drool run down his wrist.

It didn’t take long. Bakugou’s words, sinful tongue, and moans against your cunt made your eyes roll to the back of your skull, causing you to let out a strangled cry as your toes curled and thighs twitched - doing their best to crush his head as he continued to slurp and suck your cunt; cleaning you up; hands pinching and squeezing at your hips to try to soothe your shaking body.

“You think you’re ready for more, babygirl?” Bakugou asked voice strained as his hands began frantically fumbling with his belt “Ready for me, baby?”

“Y-yes… ah-!” Your cry ended with a small whimper as you felt Bakugou slap the tip of his cock against your puffy clit

“You sure?” He teased, tone mocking your own as he slots his heavy cock between your folds; chuckling at the way your twitching little hole tries to suck him in “Want me to fuck you?”.

“Yes, please! I want you so bad, only want your cock, want it to fill me up, want it so bad, please!”

“So fucking needy…” Bakugou cursed, slowly pushing his thick cock head into you, gritting his teeth at just how tight you were for him “But so fucking good.”

His hips meet yours with a snap, causing you to cry out as tears cling to your lashes; not used to the feeling of being so full. His hand, still wet with your drool, pinches your cheeks together slightly to force you to look back at him.

“Eyes on me, got it?” He commands, though gentle in tone, waiting for you to nod your head before pulling out to thrust into you again.

His pace is deliberate, thrusting into you slowly, deeply, hitting every spot that makes you see stars; your mind still a little hazy, and body still too sensitive from the most recent orgasm, as your muscles jump and twitch at every drag of his heavy cock as you cling to him. Moaning his name as your nails dig into his back, watery eyes doing their best to stay on him as your face heats in embarrassment and blood rushes to your ears; barely able to hear the groans that pass his bitten red lips.

Bakugou was relishing, savoring, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him, milking him as he watched those tears threaten to fall from your beautiful eyes as you gaze up at him; your hot breath mingling with his own as your lips brushed his with every heavy thrust in, tempting him to lean down to connect them fully.

As heavenly as it was; you need more, more, more.

“Katsuki, more please!” You sighed, pulling him into a brief kiss to entice him further. When your request was met without change; his pace still agonizingly slow, your lips formed that familiar pout. “Come on Katsu, faster! You said you would fuck me!”

“You want me to fuck you, hah?” Bakugou growled, sitting up to push your legs into your chest, not bothering to care that his nails were digging into your skin “I’ll fuck that pretty little cunt until you’re screaming my name until you’re begging me to cum inside you.”

Each of his words was emphasized by a rough thrust of his hips, each drag of his length against your inner walls so perfect, making your eyes flutter and threaten to shut from the intense pleasure. His muscles rippled from the increased speed as his hips met yours, again and again, making sure his pelvis bullied your clit with each forward motion; cock burying itself even deeper inside you and hitting that spongy spot in your aching cunt that made you gush - soaking his coarse pubic hair and making a mess of you both.

Your cries of his name and tears of pleasure were met with mocking whenever you wailed out that it was too much; his rough tone growled at you to, “take his cock, like the good little brat you are.”

“Yeah, you wanted harder, so you fucking take it.” He snarled, pushing your legs even closer to your chest; lifting you higher as his balls pressed firmly against the curve of your ass; cock buried inside you to the hilt as his tip kisses your cervix. “M’gonna fill you up with my cum, n’you’re gonna keep it all in this sloppy pussy, yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” You mumbled with a nod, eyes glossy as your walls twitch around him.

“Good fuckin girl.”

His grip tightens as his pace picks up to an even more brutish one, heavy cock bullying its way into you to pound that spongy sweet spot to make you gush and squirm for him. He was so close and wanted nothing more than to feel you sweet cunt milk his cock for all it was worth.

Your eyes finally closed due to the surmounting pleasure and pressure in your core; eyes rolling back once more as your nails raked down his back, leaving angry, red lines in their wake, and causing Bakugou to hiss in pain and pleasure. Wailing out his name one final time before cumming, hard; whimpering in overstimulation of the final few thrusts it took before Bakugou finally filled you up.

The weight of Bakugou’s body was comforting as he lay atop you; peppering kisses along your chest and neck as you both tried to recover from such intense pleasure. You pulled his head from your neck to press your lips to his in a final, and much needed, sweet kiss.

“You okay?” Bakugou whispered, eyes scanning her face for any signs of pain or discomfort, singing in relief when you nodded your head.

“Sorry I made us miss the movie” You giggled breathlessly, turning your head to the TV and watching the credits scroll across the screen.

Bakugou smirks, grinding his hips against yours and making you gasp “We can miss another one if you want.”

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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Seven: [Faucet Failure]

Summary: Jake makes his way back to you after finding out the truth. While under sedation to give your brain some rest, you remember the good times and the bad with your husband.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil.

Word Count: 4.6K

Author Note: These chapters keep getting more and more heartbreaking. I can’t even deal. Why did you guys let me do this to y’all?

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

November 22nd

The dim glow of your TV was the only thing in the house that was giving your home any sort of light. The kids had all gone down well, both Lucy and Lennox had swimming practice after school which meant that they were down and out for the count before you even got from their beds back to the door. Sam was easy to get to sleep, he always had been. He was just a naturally sleepy kid.

The gentle knock against your front door startled you, but didn’t shock you. You knew exactly who it was. It was the same guy who'd given you a tissue to dry your tears, the same guy who sat beside you and kept you company during one of your lowest moments. It was the guy that had turned an overly depressing core memory into one that showed a little humanity, sympathy and understanding.

“Happy Birthday!” Jensen cooed as he stood at your door with a plastic bag full of Chinese takeout containers full to the very brim. “I didn't know what you liked so I think I got one of everything.” You stood at the threshold of your home just staring at the man who was on your doorstep, who’d insisted on buying you dinner. When you had informed him of your three children, Jensen said he’d have it delivered.

But he didn't specify who’d be delivering it…..

“I hope you weren't expecting a tip.” You smiled as you let Jensen into your home, the unimaginable amount of scattered children's shoes made it look like you were raising a family of caterpillars, but Jensen didn't mind the mess. He understood, his sister had two little girls around about the same age as Lucy and Lennox.

“But I brought you cheesecake as well?” Jensen smiled back at you in the darkness of the dimly lit hallway. “Can’t have a birthday without cake.”

“I don't even remember the last time someone brought me any form of cake.” You sighed as you politely took the cheesecake in its cake box. Jensen frowned in response as he watched you hit the light switch in the hallway that led to the kitchen.

“Didn't your husband ever buy you a birthday cake?” He called out as he followed you deeper into your humble abode. It was a simple question that carried far too much weight than you were ready to truly unpack. You'd told Jensen in one of your many conversations since you first met about how you and Jake were separated due to circumstances that weren’t fair to either one of you. Jensen never pressed for more information than you were willing to give.

“He used to.” You shrugged. “I can't remember the year he stopped, hell–I can't really even pinpoint when he stopped caring but eventually he did and soon enough my birthday just became another day.” It was hard to admit, but Jensen made opening up about your marital struggles easy, you never really confided in anyone about any of it. He had a non-biased opinion. “But I loved Jake, I still do, at the time I guess I didn't care that I was getting a fraction of what I deserved because a fraction of him was better than nothing at all.” The tears were there, they were ready to spill over your lower last line. But you never let them fall as Jensen sat down at your kitchen bench and opened up the bag of chinese food. “But it all got too much– or too little, I suppose.”

“Have you told him about the cancer yet?” Jensen asked softly, he wasn't pressing, he was just asking.

“I still dont think I’m going to–he probably wouldn't care, I mean he forgot my birthday.” Again you shrugged it off like it was no big deal. “I highly doubt he’d care about some cancer diagnosis.”

“Are you sure he wouldn't care? Or have you just convinced yourself he wouldn't because it hurts less to believe he doesn't care than it does to believe he does?” When you answered Jensen's heart sank. He saw the tears in your eyes, the look of heartbreak that reflected from your very soul. The longingness in your expression. He saw right through the wall you tried so hard to protect yourself with. He saw it all. Which is why when your voice cracked and your support beams held together by caffeine and your need to keep a normal routine for your children in place, faltered, Jensen sighed.

“It didn't take much convincing–”

“Y/n–”

“How was Chemo today?” You tried your best to change the subject as you grabbed some cutlery. The chair beside Jensen at your kitchen counter looked awfully comfortable.

“Consider my follicles fried.” Jensen chuckled as you handed him a spoon. “Now don't change the subject, we’re talking about you and this husband of yours, who, I'm convinced, is a few screws short of a hardware store.”

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” You weren't sure if you wanted to know, but what you did know was that Jake wasn’t here. He’d sent you a message earlier in the day but you were yet to respond. You felt that if you replied it would open a floodgate of vulnerability. But soon enough Jensens words had you in a freefall of wondering if it was truly over between you and Jake–

“Because I don't think anyone who's lucky enough to love you would ever put themselves in a position to lose you.”

Or not.

***~***~***~**~***~

“Look left for me?” Doctor Ignatii spoke as he shined his little pen light in your eyes. “And right?” You did as you were told although you just wanted to be left alone. “Count to five for me?” You almost rolled your eyes as Doctor Ignatii stepped away and walked closer to your feet.

“One, two, three, four, five.” You slowly counted. “Do I get a gold star?” Doctor Ignatii didn’t take your foul attitude to heart, he dealt with people like you every day—over the years you tend to develop pretty thick skin.

“Possibly, if you can wiggle your toes and touch your nose?” He asked through a smile as he began to feel your feet. “Wiggle please Mrs Seresin.”

“This better not be my audition tape for the Madden Brothers Circus.” You didn’t mean to take your hostility out on the doctor who had saved your life, but there was a small part of you that wished he would have just let the blood clot do its damage. You did what you were told once more and wiggled your toes and touched your nose. “Look at me go.”

“Well—“ Doctor Ignatii chuckled to himself as he filled out your charts on his iPad. “You don’t seem to be showing any immediate deficits post surgery, I’d like to give your brain a chance to rest for another ten to twelve hours before we get you out of bed for a little bit of a walk.” You listened to what your doctor was saying as your mother came back into the room, you didn’t know it but Jake had just landed and was heading right over.

“Does that mean I get more of these awesome drugs?” You asked playfully, your mother even swore you were flirting. Doctor Ignatii was very handsome with brown hair and dark skin. He smiled at your forwardness but nodded in response. He was also used to this.

“We’ll give you another sedative to make sure you're able to rest, you’ll probably feel like you got hit by a bus when you wake up but it’ll give us a clearer indication if you’ll face any deficits going forward.”

“You reckon breast cancer’s a deficit?” You couldn't stop thinking about the dream you had about Jake. it felt so real, like your own personal rolodex of memories was trying its best to show you the good times. For whatever reason that may be you had no idea, but, you really had to ground yourself in your own reality. Jake wasn't the Jake from your memories anymore, although you desperately wished he was. He was now the Jake who couldn't remember your birthday or to fill your Christmas stocking on Christmas. He was the guy who let you peel your own oranges after he’d done it for so many years.

He was the guy who had fallen out of love with you.

“I do, but your double mastectomy has been rescheduled for Christmas Eve. So what better way to wake up on Christmas morning knowing your chance of kicking cancer's ass just went up by thirty five percent?” It was your turn to smile at Doctor Ignatii as he ended the conversation about your cancer at that. “I’ll send in a nurse to admit the sedative, mum? She’ll be out for a minimum of ten hours while on the IV, you should take the time to get some rest too.”

“Sure thing Doc.” Your mother answered as she watched him walk away. “Were you flirting with that man?”

“No harm, he’s seen the inside of my brain, can’t get more intimate then that can you?” You were probably putting on a braver face then you felt but your mother could tell you were nervous about the sedative..

“I’ll stay with you for the entire time you're sleeping.” She cooed as she pushed your hair behind your hair. She noticed how stands fell almost with the gust of her fingertip. The chemo was killing your hair follicles. “You won’t be alone.”

“Thanks.” Was all you said as Lydia came into your room ready to set your IV drop up. “I hope you’ve done this before, kid.”

“Absolutely Mrs Seresin.” Lydia chuckled, she felt a lot better after a full eight hours of sleep. “I’ll just get this sorted and you’ll be good to go.” As Lydia set up your IV, you had just rough energy to send one message to a dear friend you thought should know about your current state. Your mother watched as you typed out a really quick message with one hand.

You: “Had a stroke, in hospital, surgery rescheduled.”

“Promise you’ll stay?” You asked your mum one more time as you saw her reading a text. A text from your ex husband telling her he was about twenty minutes away and running off the five hours of sleep he got before his world got flipped on its head.

“You’re not going be alone sweetheart.” Your mother answered rather cryptically. As your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. “You’re not gonna be alone.”

***~***~***~**~***~

“I'm here.” Jake had taken the next flight back to Rhode Island that he could, he didn't have time to waste when it came to getting back to you. He was tired, emotionally exhausted from everything he had learnt of your condition and dishevelled beyond belief. He was sure someone threw a dollar down at him while he was sitting on the floor at the airport next to a charging port. He looked so distressed and dishevelled that someone thought he was homeless.

He kept that dollar though.

“Okay, ask the main reception to point you in the direction of oncology and we’re in room 306.” Your mother replied over the phone, Jake had called her about fifteen minutes after you had been administered your sedative.

Jake felt his heart in the back of his throat as he took the elevator up to the level the lady at the reception desk in the main lobby of the Rhode Island hospital had told him to go to. Oncology equals cancer, you had cancer, breast cancer, you had a stroke, strokes can kill you, cancer can kill you.

Jake had thought about nothing else since he got on his flight, the idea that you were sick, that you were so sick you couldn't even tell him broke his heart more than you leaving him ever could. There was once a time where Jake thought you could tell him anything, that you were able to come to him with any problem you had or were facing.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when you stopped telling him things, or more importantly when he’d stopped listening. Jake couldn't help but to blame himself for feeling like he’d somewhat put you into this situation where you felt like you couldn't rely on him to step up when you needed him to. You were sick and you needed support, he was supposed to be that support, but instead you kept him in the dark like he didn't deserve to know you were ill.

Maybe he didn't deserve to know, but either way Jake was walking towards room 306 where your mother had told him to go. He brought his duffel with him, Jake made no plans to leave your bedside for the duration of your stay. However long that may be, he was gonna be by your side.

And the second he got to the threshold of your hospital room, Jake Seresin forgot what it was like to be able to breathe on his own accord.

“Oh Honey.” He cooed as his bottom lip quivered, your Mother tried her best to remain a strong presence but at the sight of Jake crumbling under the weight of the idea he’d lose you twice over made her eyes water. “Oh my sweet girl.”

***~***~***~**~***~

“Jake!” You shouted out throughout the house as Lucy and Lenny watched over baby Sam as they ate lunch in the living room.“Jake!”

“What?” Jake called back to you from the back deck where he was busy doing absolutely nothing but enjoying a beer with his feet up and his sunglasses on. He just needed twenty minutes. Sam had been a handful today and ever since Jake got home he’d wanted nothing more than to use his body as a jungle gym.

“The faucet in the ensuite won’t stop leaking, can you please tighten it before you get too comfortable.” You asked as politely as you could with a soft smile.

“Sure, yeah I’ll put it on the list.” Jake shrugged your request off like it was nothing but another chore you were commanding him to do. When Jake didn’t budge, you crossed your arms over your chest and pressed the issue further.

“It’s just that I’m trying to work on my new book and I can’t concentrate with the dripping.” You were in the middle of your latest project. A new book proposal your editors were waiting on.

“I said I’d get to it Hon, just—why don’t you try writing somewhere else besides your desk? Or better yet, shut the ensuite door?” Jake couldn’t see the rage burning in your eyes when he told you to basically deal with it until he could be arsed to get up.

“Jake please?” You begged, it wasn’t the first time you’d asked Jake to fix the leaky faucet but it would be the last. It was one the few final straws that broke your back before you decided enough was enough and you couldn’t stay in your marriage any longer. “I need you to do this one thing for me so I can work in peace.”

“If it’s so important that it needs to be fixed right this second Hon just fix it yourself?” Jake argued back as he took a sip of his beer, it had been a long week for him and he needed a moment to relax. “You know how to fix a leak.”

“I already tried!” You shouted back loud enough to finally have Jake taking his glasses off to look at you properly. “I’m trying to work, I’ve had the kids all week and I need to get these last few chapters done before next Friday and you go back to work on Monday.” You saw the look Jake gave you, one of annoyance and frustration, like you were some kind of parasite trying to ruin his day off to relax and enjoy some rest and rejuvenation before Monday rolled around again.

“Honey if you let me sit here for twenty minutes I will fix the fucking leak for you.” He tried to hide his disdain but you could read it through the lines on his face. “I’m not sure why you can’t just write somewhere where you can’t fucking hear it but I’ll fix it the minute I’m done drinking my beer.”

“Alright.” You pressed your lips together and tried not to let your anger boil over. “Alright I can live with that.”

“Hallelujah, she can live with compromise.” Jake sassed as he took another sip of his beer. You chose not to respond as you headed back inside the home you both shared with a feeling of under appreciated value looming over your head. What did Jake mean by compromise? You did so much and more for him, why was it such an issue that you’d asked him to fix a faucet.

He never did get around to fixing it like he said he would. Twenty minutes turned to two hours, which turned to two days, months and eventually It was only when the both of you decided to sell the property when you said you were leaving, that he noticed the leak was never fixed.

You never did finish that draft, the book that remained unpublished and half finished. You kept the google doc on your laptop and sometimes you thought about picking the project back up. But you never did, you never had time to, not while you were on the cusp of divorce and raising three children all on your own.

“I uh—I fixed the faucet.” Jake sheepishly told you as he made his way into the kitchen to see you packing plates and bowls and cutlery into moving boxes.

“The faucet I asked you to fix back in October?” You replied harshly while trying not to look at the man who forgot where you should have been on his priority list. “Glad I compromised on that one for this long.” You hissed, it had only been four days since you told Jake you were leaving, that you were moving back into your mothers place with the kids until you found somewhere to live.

“Honey—“

“Please don’t call me that.” You asked rather simply as Jake's heart broke before you. He was losing his wife, his kids and didn’t know how to fix what he’d unintentionally broken.

“Don’t go, we can fix this, I don’t want you to go.”

“Well unfortunately this isn’t about you Jake.” You tried to keep your voice down so that you wouldn’t alert the kids to your argument. If there was one thing you weren’t going to do it was fight in front of your children and subject them to that environment. “Tell me, it’s January right now isn’t it?”

“Yeah?” Jake wasn’t sure what you were getting at as he watched you pack the boxes of things you were taking with you.

“When’s my birthday?” You asked like he should have known that answer off the top of his head, because he should have and he did.

“Novem—oh fuck Y/n no hold on a minute.” Jake couldn’t find the words he wanted to say at that moment, how could he forget your birthday? He missed it entirely and you said not a single thing about it.

“My stocking was the only one empty at Christmas, not a single present under the tree was mine, you know why that is? It’s because for four years I’ve brought my own damn presents and gotten my own fucking birthdays cake, you don’t give a shit about fixing a goddamn fosset so I can focus on work let alone the little things.” You hissed before you tried to calm yourself down and get back to packing. Jake just stood there speechless looking like he hadn’t slept a wink in days. He hadn’t, not since you told him you were done and that you needed a break.

“I can fix this, please.” Jake was begging you to stay, he didn’t want to lose the one person who meant more to him than life itself. “Just don’t leave me.”

“There isn’t enough room for me in your life Jake, and instead of being selfish and trying to change you I’d rather let you go to be yourself. People change.” You shrugged. Staying now would have killed you, Jake felt you slipping through his fingers in real time as he watched you wrap up the mugs you were taking in old newspaper. “I sure never thought the man I married would change into someone I don’t even know.”

***~***~***~**~***~

Jake was at a loss for words when he stepped into your hospital room. The Christmas lights that shimmered around the room were a stark contrast to the plethora of machines that were scattered around your bedside.

“I thought since she’s sleeping the blinds should be shut.” Jake could just barely make out what your mother had told him as she rose to greet him with open arms. He couldn’t peel his eyes off you for even a second as the woman who had become his second mother took him in a warm loving embrace. “She’ll be out for a while sweetheart, they gave her a sedative to help her brain rest.”

“How long?” Jake asked as he held your mother tight.

“About ten—maybe twelve hours, she only just started the drip.”

“Oh—okay, yeah no that.” Jake tried to hold himself together but the damn was breaking. “That’s probably for the b-bet—oh god.” Jake Seresin had never felt his entire body crumbled into someone the way he felt his body crumble into your mothers arms.

“Oh my boy it’s alright, she’s alive, she’s gonna be okay.” Your mother tried her best to soothe Jake's cries but she knew it was coming from a place of love and undeniable sadness. “Here, sit down, I’ll go get you a coffee and something to eat.”

Jake took a seat next to your bedside and immediately reached out for your hand. He knew you were under and wouldn’t know he was there but he still brought your palm up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your hand.

“Oh Honey I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” He sobbed quietly as your mother stood behind him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

“She hasn’t told anyone but me Jake, not her friends or her brother.” It was hard to process the sight before him, the love of Jake's life surrounded by machines, hooked by cords and wires and monitors that told him although your eyes were closed you were in fact, alive. “I don’t think she wanted you to know because she’s just so scared despite how she might put on a brave face.”

“Or she thought I wouldn’t care.” Jake mumbled as he reached out to make sure your hair was resting behind your ear, part of your head had been shaved from surgery, but Jake never expected the hair he tried to move back behind your ear to fall out at his touch. “Oh my god—“

“She’s been on oral chemotherapy since her biopsy came back cancerous, she needed you to take the kids so she could start more aggressive IV chemo.”

“Her hair’s already falling out?” Jake had never felt this way before, so rendered powerless. He’d taken a life before and saved many, but watching you right now was the most powerless he’d ever felt. Jake caught the sight of your phone flashing with a new message with a name he didn't recognise. There was no time to ask you about the message he saw, but jake knew maybe, just maybe, you had lied when you told him there was no other guy.

Jensen: “Oh shit, I'll swing by once I'm out of the woods.”

“Aggressive cancer needs aggressive treatment sweetheart.” Your mother leaned in to kiss the top of Jake's head. “I’ll be back, coffee and a sandwich will do you good.”

“Thanks Maz.” Jake sighed as he kept your hand up near his mouth as he leaned his elbows on the side of your bed. “Oh Honey, Honey, Honey—what have we become?”

***~***~***~***~***~***

Your honeymoon was the most beautiful trip you’d ever gone on. Jake Seresin was very much a summer man. He loved when the sun was shining and the water was cool and the beers were as refreshing as they ever could be.

The resort in Bali that the two of you were staying at for the entire two weeks was nothing but picturesque with stunningly gorgeous gardens and extraordinary architecture. The pool you were sitting on the edge of was just one of the many pools that you and Jake had yet to visit. He stood on the ledge of the rock waterfall and smiled ear to ear.

“I’m not resuscitating you when you slip and hit your head!” You called out through a beaming smile.

“Reckon I could clear a backflip?” Jake asked childishly as he climbed to the very top. His abs looked far too perfect to be real as he stood tall and flexed just for you, his wife.

“Jake Seresin, don't you dare!” You warned as you looked over your sunglasses at your childish husband. He was everything any more, how you got so lucky you'd never understand. The two of you had decided on a small elopement style wedding that saw only a handful of your closest family members in attendance. The both of you saw no need for over the top extremities and thoughts of dollars spent on a single night. You thought why not use the money on a holiday getaway, your dream honeymoon. After Rodney had gone on his happiness never ends tangent, Jake wished the two of you had just gone down to town hall.

“Live a little Mrs Seresin!” Jake shouted as he took the leap of faith and backflipped off the very top of the man made rock waterfall that cascaded down into the crystal clear pool. The two of you were the only guests in sight which you were so thankful for when Jake came belly flopping down into the water with a crisp slap.

“Oh!” You cringed hard as your husband hit the water. “That's gotta hurt the ego buddy.” You giggled as you watched Jake swim under the water closer to the edge where you sat just relaxing in the smallest bikini known to mankind. “Jake?” You asked as he crept closer and closer under the water. Your eyes never left his swimming silhouette until he was jumping up right in front of you to rest his elbows on the edge of the pool right in front of you.

“My execution was a little off.” He grinned as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Unbeknownst to you though as your lips pressed against your husbands, his hands snakes around your waist to quickly drag you into the water where Jake needed you to be. With him, forever.

“JAKE!” You shouted as you fell into the pool. Jake couldn't contain his laughter. Thank god he remembered you knew how to swim.

“Yes Honey?” He cooed as you resurfaced with a gasp.

“You’re a child!”

“Uh no–I'm not.” Jake made sure to correct you as he pulled you closer under the water. His hand explored your ass as he wrapped your legs around his waist and held you up against him. You could feel his hard on pressing against your core, it wouldn't take much at all for him to slip out of his trunks and into you if he wanted to.

“But if you want I can show you how they're made?”

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puppydoggraham · 3 months

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Mizumono is the first time Will sees Hannibal broken like how he was. He probably didn’t expect him to be. At that point he struggled to realize that Hannibal was able to be hurt. Especially to that capacity. Will isn’t used to someone caring about him. So that coupled with the fact that he probably thought Hannibal wanting to run away with him was just another facet of his manipulation led to him being as shocked as he was. But it wasn’t manipulation. Hannibal was willing to leave then and there if it meant Will would go with him. When Hannibal stabs Will, in a sense he takes it. He doesn’t pull away. He leans into it and clutches onto Hannibal. At that moment right before Hannibal shoves the blade in, you can see the expression on his face where he realizes that Hannibal actually cares. He warned Hannibal. He gave him time to get away. He probably thought Hannibal would be gone. But he wasn’t. He wanted to wait for Will. He couldn’t just not see him again. Before leaving for Europe he gave Will a reminder of him that would be apart of his body forever as well as serve as a physical representation of the emotional agony he experienced in the kitchen.

During the scene, Hannibal talks about how he gave Will a rare gift and that he didn’t want it, which Will responds with “Didn’t I?” That’s the problem with their communication or lack thereof. They speak in metaphors and abstract ways that make it hard to understand what’s going on for the audience and between each other at times. There’s so many layers. Things get lost in translation. Will didn’t understand the extent of Hannibal’s care. He thinks every interaction he has with Will is just apart of their back and forth game. But it’s not.

Their communication is much less convoluted than usual. Which isn’t to say there’s a total absence of metaphor. But there is a much greater emphasis on the raw emotions of what both of them (especially Hannibal) are feeling. Shots linger. The camera doesn’t shy away. It makes us watch the entirety of the heartbreaking scene from when Will turns around and Hannibal is there to when Hannibal leaves and the rain washes over him.

After that, Will regrets not running away. He decides to set off to Europe. He remembers what Hannibal said. That he didn’t want his rare gift. That Hannibal let him see him and know him just for Will to take his freedom away from him. So Will takes the time to learn about Hannibal. Prove that he did actually want the rare gift. Prove that the reason he didn’t run away with Hannibal wasn’t because he genuinely wanted Hannibal locked up with his freedom taken away.

It was because he was scared and in denial. In denial of his own feelings towards Hannibal. In denial of Hannibal’s feelings towards him. Caught up in the ongoing battle of choosing restraint over indulgence. Of going along with what is socially acceptable and ‘right’ according to broader society rather than listening to his true desires which he isn’t even fully aware of with how repressed and suppressed they are. Hannibal scares him not because he’s afraid of what Hannibal would do to him. No. He’s scared for what he’ll become if he embraces his desire like Hannibal wants for him. At that point in Mizumono, Will isn’t ready to embrace anything. He defaults back to what he knows.

Finally when they reunite, what is one of the first things Will says to Hannibal?

“I wanted to understand you before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be clear what I was seeing.”

He didn’t understand Hannibal before. Hell, he didn’t understand himself. Despite seeing Hannibal in a way that even Hannibal acknowledged, he didn’t truly understand him. He didn’t understand Hannibal’s history or the feelings that Hannibal had for him. Through traversing Europe, Will was able to clear his head and understand Hannibal at last as well as learn to embrace the darker side of him that he has suppressed. He knows he can’t erase the past, but he wants to make up for his lack of understanding in the best way he knows how. He wants to prove that does understand through taking the time to and deconstructing the barriers that got in the way of that and his misconceptions about Hannibal.

We don’t see Will at peace often. He’s always tense. Constantly looking like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. However during that scene as they gaze at each other, Will has an ease about him. He can finally let his walls down and share a smile with the man he loves. There’s no pretenses between them. It’s yet another genuine moment they share. And although we know what comes next, Will was able to indulge. At least for a little while.

#hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannibal #will graham #Hannibal meta #hannibal lecter #mizumono posting #not entirely Mizumono posting bc primavera is involved but it counts #l swear to god if I think about this shit for too long I start going insane #take me back to ink master world bro Hannibal makes mecGGHHJKSKSJSJ!'n jsjsjdjdjd!!$#this was only supposed to be a paragraph originally #I feel like a lot of will's hatred towards Hannibal is actually hatred towards himself #he is afraid of being like hannibal #he sees himself in Hannibal #so in turn he hates Hannibal that's where a lot of those mixed feelings come from #but he is also drawn to Hannibal because Hannibal indulges in stuff and will is not used to that #so he fears but also desires how Hannibal is #haven't done one of these in awhile who missed it

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gaysindistress · 3 months

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest Warnings: Nothing is explicit, but since Bucky is lowkey inspired by Hans Landa, take care of yourself and skip if you need to. Mentions of being stabbed/stabbing someone. part one - untitled

Tag list: @learisa @svtelliteseb

A sharp pain struck his chest from deep within. Perhaps this pain was in his heart but that would require such an organ to still be beating there and the shriveled piece of flesh in its place had died long ago.

One hand reached for the stability of a wall while the other clasped his face in agony. Desperate for some form of relief, he clutched at the bleeding wound but he knew that it was in vain. Instead he ignored it, working through it, using it to fuel strength that would provide him with a way out of this mess. But nothing seemed to work. For a moment he thought about everything he might lose if he gave in to the pain and everything that would come of it. The war had already started and the nation he worked for was quickly advancing, their plan moving faster than the leadership was prepared for but greed powered them. A greed that was as old as time itself; the desire to dominate and obtain power. He never believed in any of it. He had an understanding of how the world worked and knew that his survival in this dog eat dog world depended on his ability to blend in. Their symbols meant nothing to him. Their ideology was not his driving force and if anyone dared to slander him with their name, he would calmly remind them that only the uneducated and ignorant fall prey to the pretty words of the powerful.

Just because he wore the uniform did not mean he, himself, was one of them nor did he believe in their ideology.

However it seemed as though he was the only one that shared that sentiment and the evidence was in the way pain laced through his face and blood poured down his hand. He had tried to explain to her, his sweet Fräulein, that he was only breaking his promise to protect her and himself. It was a matter of safety and concern that he went back on the one thing that he had, his word. She had not seen it that way and was sooner to slit his throat if he tried to speak again.

She had stumbled into the wall across from him and was failing at keeping herself upright as she stared at him. Hot tears filled her eyes as she held that dagger in front of her and stared at him. Hatred, fear, judgment, and most importantly dying love swimmed in her eyes. The last emotion hurt him more than the blade that sliced his face and eye.

“Fräulein,” he muttered as he too struggled to keep from falling, “let’s talk.”

“Talk?” she spat at him, “You want to talk?”

“Please.” It was unlike him to beg or plead or even ask but for her he would.

“No.”

“Fräulein.”

She pushed up against the wall with her free hand and slowly inched her way to the door that led to her freedom. She watched him with an unwavering gaze as she slipped further and further from his grasp.

“No, I do not want to talk to you. I do not want anything from you ever again, James.”

She was only feet from the door when he spoke, “Don’t go. I can keep you safe. I can care for you now.”

“I will kill you if I ever see you again,” she whispered as she dropped the pathetic shard of glass she’d used as a dagger and ran.

He let out a pained yell and called out her name but she was gone.

“No, Fräulein. There is another way but you will not like it.”

Her nose twitches at the underlying message behind his words. Of course he would threaten to kidnap her. She wasn’t surprised, more disappointed that he had fallen so far into the clutches of their enemy.

“And what exactly is this other way?”

James thought for a moment, taking another drag of his cigarette and let the smoke sit in his mouth. He let it slowly flow between parted lips before he inhaled it again through his nose and blew it back out. The silence felt like an answer to her question but she was a naturally curious person and would demand words instead of his chosen quiet.

“I should be thanking you.” he says as he snuffs out his finished cigarette, “Your lovely parting gift has worked in my favor.” She raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

“The new recruits seem to think I earned it during a fight with our enemy.”

Our.

She rolls her eyes at him and pulls her cardigan around her tighter as the early morning breeze sweeps in. With it are ashes and the smell of fire, no doubt coming from the fire outside.

“Although I wouldn’t call you an enemy. An annoyance, a thorn in my side, maybe but never my enemy.”

The confidence in his voice is astounding and it gets worse the more he speaks, “The other way isn’t favorable but you know better than anyone that I will do whatever it takes to get what I want.”

“And that is why you don the uniform of a Hydra officer? A pathetic Nazi swine nonetheless?”

His jaw tightens and his fingers that rest on the table beside him tense. The chair groans once more as he stands and circles the table to stand next to her. They hold each other’s stare as he pushes her chair back and forces her to make room for him to kneel in front of her. He peels the glove from his left hand where a thin silver band rests on his ring finger; a twin to the one that she wears on chain around her neck. He takes her left hand in his and rubs his thumb over her ring’s indentation has long faded.

She wants to tear her hand away and slap him but she can’t. She’d lost her husband that night two years ago and in his place is a monster that wears his face and uses his voice to seduce her. What a sweet death it would be to allow herself to fall into his arms and let him make good on his promises. Instead her vision becomes blurry as tears fill her eyes. Agonizing pain radiates from her side and threatens to crush her insides from within. Her mind races, half panicked, half confused, as she stares at James in disbelief. There must be an answer to this pain and she looks down to see find a knife sticking out from her side. An endless sleep begs for her to close her eyes. Her head feels light, everything around her starting to spin and a feeling of nauseousness keeps up slowly as she weakly shoves at him. He grabs the back of her head and shushes her while pulling her into him. Tears pour from her eyes and her hands become wet with blood, trembling and her teeth are gritted.

“I am sorry, my sweet Fräulein. A world without either of us is not worth living in so you’ll have to forgive me for ensuring that we will not be apart.”

Such pretty words from such a powerful man.

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celaenaeiln · 5 months

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My connection went off so idk if my ask just sent but. I was wondering your thoughts on post Robin Jason, because idk what his deal is at this point and writers don't seem to either. I don't think he's a heartless killer who should be hated and hunted by the entire family but I don't like this fanon "Jason is 100% right about everything and everyone else is the problem" idea either, when they put him in the family he feels really out of place and random and it's just.. one moment he's trying to kill Tim and the next he's the best guy ever with the softest heart?? I don't know there has to be a middle ground right?? I just can't get into Red Hood as a character due to this

Thank you for being so incredibly smart, reasonable, and intelligent.

You're exactly right. I think this is the same issue that's been affecting the Robin Dick vs Robin Jason mischaracterizations as well as the batgirls' that have been predominant in the fandom post 2020. Tim and Damian's motivations and personality have stayed the same from when they entered to now but Dick, Jason, Cass, and Steph have all grown as characters. Who they started out as, they've changed from then to now which has led to some confusion about their personality and motivations.

For Jason in particular - no, he shouldn't be hunted to the ends of the Earth for the things he did. He was hurting and acted out of pain. However it's irresponsible to refute those actions and blame other characters for them.

Jason was originally meant to be a villain. He was supposed to be like Freeze, a sympathetic villain - a character who despite their evil actions is understandable. All Freeze wants is his wife, Nora, back. He loves her and commits horrible acts that don't justify his actions but it makes sense. You're supposed to feel complicated about characters like him because they point out exactly why morality is grey. What Freeze does is wrong, but he does it for the right reasons. It's ultimately still wrong which is why he gets imprisoned.

That is Jason. Jason's actions were never supposed to okay. In what universe would creators who spent half a century working on and developing characters be okay with another character trying to kill them? What about that is acceptable? But it's not just trying to kill Tim (who only escaped by outsmarting Jason) or trying to kill Damian, the crimes he did are not acceptable.

He bombed Gotham just because despite knowing he didn't need to. He was willing to kill innocent children, men, women, and civilians for Dick and Damian were chasing him, after they helped him.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #25

In the Red Robin Comics, he was willing to use children as bait during a gang war.

Robin (1993) Issue #177

Not to mention Mia Dearden.

But at the same time, he killed people who hurt children

Red Hood: Lost Days Issue #3

Initially Jason's morality was a swinging pendulum. He was as likely to kill kids as he was to protect them. He didn't care about the lives of civilians if it meant getting away or completing his plans.

Batman/Superman (2013) Issue #26

Here Superman says he wants to save a kid so Jason argues that to save him, they need to poison the environment and wipe out several countries.

That's why Bruce struggles with Jason so much. Over his lack of care for people's lives. It's not the murdering of criminals that Batman is caught up on which is where I believe the misunderstanding in fanon comes from. It's his fear that by his own hands, Bruce created a deadlier version of the man who killed his parents.

Batman vs Robin Issue #3

So no it's not fair to blame everyone for Jason's mistakes and claim him innocent, but it's also not fair to say Bruce had nothing to do with Jason's mental state. If he had shown a little less hesitance at the reappearance of Jason in Under the Red Hood, if he had shown a little more love then Jason probably wouldn't have gone as crazy as he did after coming back.

Because he saw Jason killing everyone, Bruce fell into his worst possible explanation of Jason, knowing the pain he was going through but succumbing to selfish actions to protect himself.

Jason's tough to deal with for writers because even when the batfamily reaches out, Jason is the one that burns his own bridges. When Dick begged Jason to take his hand during the Battle for the Cowl, when Dick and Damian helped Jason save his friend during Batman and Robin (2009), when Bruce saved Jason and fought alongside him against a couple members of the Secret Society of Supervillains, Jason immediately turned around and killed people and bragged about it.

In Batman Urban Legends, Jason tells Bruce that he has given up guns to which Bruce is grateful but it's also not for him. It's a sign that Jason is turning a new leaf especially given how caring he was with the kid, calling him Blue Hoodie. That was so sweet of him. The current Batman family comics are a sign of things changing between Jason and the family. What has happened up until now is not the family's fault, especially when they've reached out for the sole purpose of extending an olive branch only to have it burned and tied to a person in return. But now things are slowly changing and writers are trying to show that.

Jason's story is story of growth. He didn't come back to save people, he came specifically for the sake of hurting Bruce. But over the years, the repeated attempts of the family (Dick and far less Bruce) of bringing Jason back into the fold has helped him move past his anger. To slowly become adjusted and settle down.

Writers have struggled to know what to do with a character that canonically wants to be included in the family but rebuffs their every attempt to include him. They finally figured out the problem was Bruce - hence his fight against Jason and his exit in Gotham War. I'm assuming now that Jason will become more involved in Batman comics.

As a character currently though, I think of him as a lone ranger. He works independently but he'll show up for family meetings and big events. He'll also join family dinners if he's coerced but for the most part he likes to run on his own or with his team.

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mariondeux · 2 years

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📛 anon requesting again! I couldn't resist~ thinking of a drabble with a male reader having a cute sleepover in mayoi's room but reader finding photos of him that he doesn't remember mayoi taking. maybe some of the photos seem to be taken at a lewd angle or focused on certain body parts of the reader's. Some pics from far away— as if mayoi was trying not to be seen following him while taking pictures of reader. Reader shakes it off as him overthinking abt this, until later mayoi confesses his feelings of ..fondness for the reader, reader brings up the pictures and as mayoi 'trys' to explain them, things escalate to nsfw♡ includes Dub-con perhaps, biting (a bit of blood maybe?), size difference, dacryphilia

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— SYNOPSIS ; After finding photos of you in weirdly suggestive angles, you brushed it off as you overthinking and eventually forgot about it. That is, until Mayoi confesses his feelings for you.

CW ; NSFW, Dub-con, biting, blood, size difference, dacryphilia, Mayoi being hella creepy, non-consensual photos

WORD COUNT ; 591

PAIRING ; Stalker!Mayoi Ayase x Male!Reader

A/N ; I know the writing in this one is weird, I wasn’t sure how to have the situation escalate so I skipped it 😭

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

It first started with Mayoi inviting you over for an innocent sleepover. While Mayoi was asleep, you yourself struggled to fall asleep. So, you checked his room out to entertain yourself. At first, you hadn’t meant to peek through his belongings, but a drawer was nearly open and something in it had caught your eye.

You slowly pulled it open, gaze flicking towards Mayoi’s sleeping form to the drawer. Once it was fully open, you pulled a couple of photos out of it. On them were pictures of you, some blurry, some focused on some body parts of yours, and weirdly suggestive angles. Maybe you were just overthinking the suggestive angles a bit. Your heart stopped as you heard Mayoi shift, causing you to drop the photos back in and close the drawer as quickly as possible. You failed to miss a particular photo of you with a couple of suspicious looking white spots on them.

You forgot about the photos until one day, Mayoi came up to you and confessed his feelings for you. Only then did you remember those photos existed. “Mayoi– sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to ask something..” He squeaked in response, grabbing his ponytail as he ran his fingers through the strands nervously. “Y-yes?” “So.. when we had that sleepover I um.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snoop through your belongings! But, I saw some.. Photos of me. So.. What were those?” Mayoi stopped combing through his ponytail as his eyes widened. He didn’t think you’d ever find out about those. Now you know how absolutely disgusting he is! There’s no way you’d ever like him back in this condition. Never! “Well– actually, those were.. Um!” His mind was stuck on the particularly lewd angles he got from you. Embarrassingly enough, a tent in his pants formed as those thoughts clouded his head.

You don’t understand how or when the moment changed, but one thing led to another and Mayoi went from trying to explain the photos he owned to being 7 inches deep inside of your asshole. He couldn’t get his hips to stop rutting into you– You just felt too good. Better than good, you brought indescribable feelings to him. You made his heart throb with want. He wasn’t fond of being greedy, but with you, he couldn’t help but be selfish. You pawed at his shoulders as you tried to hold on to him to the best of your ability. Tears brimmed in your eyes each time his length re-entered you. You were way smaller than him. To him, it was like holding up a delicate little doll. You were so cute. He’d do anything to shield you away from the world to not let any harm come to you.

Or.. maybe he’ll give an exception. Your eyes shut tightly as Mayoi clamped his teeth right on your neck just as his thrusts had become desperate. It’d be a different story if all of his teeth were your average human teeth, but all of his teeth were sharp. Water streamed down your cheeks in reaction to his harsh treatment. He was biting down so hard that you could’ve sworn you felt blood spill past the wounds he inflicted. Your hands shifted over to tug at his long hair strands, arching your back off the wall as you came dryly. You weren’t sure if this’ll be the last or first time you’ll ever have a painful cumshot in your life.

Mayoi continued thrusting either way, leaving you overstimulated and begging him to stop.

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lilac-5ky · 2 years

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some kissing headcanons for your faves in genshin? some juicy slight nsfw would be much appreciated :)) Also, happy pride month! If you feel comfortable, could you also include beidou? Thank u so much love, hope you're having a wonderful day!

A/N: Happy belated pride month! Figuring out which ones to write about was a bit of a struggle because I have soooo many faves ;-; I ended up picking a couple of them according to random inspiration. This did turn out a bit messy because at first I thought I should make some sort of small scenario type of kissing headcanon involving them, but then I realized it wasn't quite what you asked for so I ended up adding another section that's more like it near the end. Sorry for the trouble and I hope it turned out good enough, especially since it's the first time I'm writing about some of the characters and about female characters in general too.

Characters (m): Xiao, Childe and Heizou

Characters(f): Beidou and Yae Miko

Xiao

The sun had just set behind Wanghsu Inn, yet the stars had already spread across the sky when the not-so-young adeptus caught you off guard. Xiao was an elusive being, hiding out of common view as if his goal was to avoid everything and everyone. Perhaps that was the case most of the time, with him only showing upon request. For him to be so casually standing before you, without you calling out to him was a first.

Without saying a thing other than "Follow me", Xiao led you to small hill by the Inn. An assortment of objects was sprawled there; a blanket, a basket and a couple of plates, the fragrance of which could easily be traced back to Smiley Yanxiao.

"What's this?" You asked, your eyes widening in wonder.

"Food. Eat it." Xiao said as he took a seat on the blanket, patting for you to sit by his side.

Even after you had gone through the first plate, you were having a hard time believing that he had prepared such a surprise for you, a picnic, on top of that. He was never the type to pull such tricks, lest for a mere mortal. Perhaps there was more to the adeptus than met the eye, you thought to yourself.

Unsurprisingly, Xiao didn't touch any of the other dishes, other than his beloved Almond Tofu, that was. His eyes were glued to the moon while he ate, his mind most likely traveling elsewhere. He was always quiet, though you couldn't help but note how excessively quiet he was being right now. First he had prepped this dinner and now he was keeping to himself.

At the end, curiosity got the better of you. As you were about to ask him what the meaning of all this was, Xiao finally turned towards you, his amber eyes glowing underneath the moonlight.

"You haven't called me in a while." His observation sounded more like an accusation in his icy tone.

"Well, nothing dangerous went down. I figured that saying your name for no reason would be unwise. Don't wanna hear another speech about how us mortals have no respect for the adepti."

"You can call my name even when you aren't in danger."

"Hm?" You tilted your head, unsure of what he hinted at with his words.

"What I'm trying to say is..." He paused, glancing at the grass, the stars and then back at you. "Just..." Shaking his head dismissively, he let out a low grunt. "Forget about it."

"What? Tell me!" You demanded, desperately searching for an answer, though Xiao, once again, chose to ignore you.

"Xiao, you can't say this and then-"

Erasing your words with his mouth, Xiao rolled on top of you, pressing your wrists with his hands and your lips with his. Your eyes widened, a soft gasp coming out. You used to think that Xiao's kisses were like butterflies, feathery light and tender, yet this time it was different. The way he pursed his lips against yours, was full of frustration, anger perhaps too. It was as if he meant for you to understand what his words failed to deliver and by the time he pulled away, you did.

"Xiao"

His lips briefly curved upwards to what you could have sworn was a smile, one that disappeared just as fast as it appeared. He looked away, seemingly oblivious to the fact that both his cheeks were tainted red.

"Xiao." You called out again, unable to hide your own smile.

Maybe adepti weren't as complex as humans made them out to be.

Childe:

I actually had a different idea for Childe, but then the Harbinger teaser dropped and I had to re-do it. In reality, I could probably write a dozen headcanons about kisses (and not only) involving this man.

It was a cold winter night in Snezhnaya. You traveled all the way there just to surprise your favorite Harbinger. It had been so long since you'd last seen him, that you could barely remember your final encounter. The call was abrupt and sudden, and so was his departure. In no time, he was on the first boat back to his homeland, while you were bidding him farewell from the docks, wishing him a safe journey. Soon, he was out of sight, but not out of mind. You missed him and you bet he'd miss you all the same. So why not hop upon the first ship and pay him a visit?

That sounded like a great idea, though soon enough you came to realize that you'd made a grave mistake. Snezhnaya wasn't the same as Liyue, for its frigid cold was enough to make Dragonspine look like Child(e)'s play. You'd barely remembered to bring a coat with you, not that it mattered much. Even the finest fur from Liyue was deemed useless and flimsy in this frozen land.

"Oh? But you are shivering!" Childe exclaimed when he finally wrapped his arms around you.

The frosty wind of the docks gusted through your skin, threatening to rip your body into shreds. Even with the warmth of his body, you couldn't stop shivering. It felt good to be with him at last, but you needed more than that not to turn into a popsicle.

"Here, let me show you the third best way to warm up."

Before you even knew it, Childe pressed his lips against yours, letting his hands hungrily claim your entire body. The way he touched you was frantic and greedy, his palms lapping over your neck, your waist and lastly, your thighs. You couldn't tell whether he intended to warm you up or seduce you, though you couldn't complain whether it was one or the other.

With the tip of his tongue poking at your bottom lip, Childe pried your mouth open, eager to get a taste. You hummed in delight, pressing your own body tighter against him. The combination of snowflakes and fire water was an add one, yet it remained intoxicating enough for you wish you could take a sip right out of him.

Even when the two of you still stood in the middle of the port, he didn't seem overly concerned over the prying eyes of the people around him. After all, who could deny a Harbinger what was rightfully his?

"What was the first and the second way?" You asked when he pulled away, the heat of his breath following him the second he took a step back.

Bringing a hand around his neck, Childe carefully undid his crimson scarf, the pale shade of his complexion standing out between the thick layers of his winter coat. With the scarf still in his hands, he moved closer to you, wrapping it securely around your own neck.

"Fighting of course. It gets your blood pumping nicely. As for the second one..." He chuckled, a gloved finger tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. "You'll get to see for yourself when we reach home."

Yae Miko

Still salty that I lost the 50-50 on her banner .-.

"Hm? What is my cutie reading?" Miko's voice caught you off guard, forcing your back to jolt against her. "My, my, did I startle you?" She cooed into your ear, entertained by your reaction.

"Miko! Quit sneaking up on me like that."

"As they say, old habits die hard." She smirked, taking a seat next to you.

It wasn't rare for the Guujji of the Grand Narukami Shrine to roam the streets of the city, neglecting her duties or rather assigning them to the unlucky shrine maiden of the day. Everyone revered her, admiring her ability to run a business as well as oversee the shrine, yet as her employee and partner, you knew better than that. She was as sly as she was lazy. Still, it was the duality of her nature that made her all the more exhilarating to you in the first place.

"Slacking again?" You sighed, glancing over at her.

"Guilty as charged. So what is it that you are reading?" Miko asked, peering at the book on your lap.

"It's one of the books from the new batch! The protagonist gets isekai'd to a land full of beautiful and omnipotent kitsune ladies."

"Is that so? Are you not satisfied with the beautiful and omnipotent kitsune lady before you?" She teased, her smirk remaining throughout the conversation.

"That's.... That's not it! Besides, you've never even showed me your tails, fake kitsune lady!" You pouted.

"In that case, how about we fix that?"

Miko moved closer to you, so close that her hair was now tingling your nose. She had that look in her eyes, the one that could only mean she was up to no good. Her purple orbs had narrowed into two perfect slits of amethyst, her eyelashes slowly batting upon her half closed eye lids. Even when you knew of her vile intentions, it was too late for you to resist her allure. At the end, all you could do was repeatedly done, utterly bewitched by her.

"Then... look closely."

Before you could realize what was happening, a pink cloud manifested out of thin air, engulfing the both of you in a welcoming warmth, one that faded into her touch. Having no choice, you closed your eyes, a delighted hum evading Miko as she nullified the distance between you.

Her kiss was as elusive as she was, her lips coming into contact with yours before she pulled away, over and over again until you could feel yourself shuddering with anticipation. Even when her tongue wet your bottom lip, Miko didn't do as much as to slide it in your mouth, merely toying with you as if you were her prey.

"So? What did you think?" She asked, her question sounding more as a taunt while she studied your frustrated form.

"Wh-What?" You were lost, unsure of what she was talking about until you remembered. The tails! "That's cheating! You tricked me, I didn't get to see anything!"

"I warned you, it's not my fault that you closed your eyes."

You kept on pouting, giving her the cold shoulder. She was incorrigible.

"Fine, fine. If you buy this and a couple of more novels, perhaps I wouldn't mind showing what these tails can do... in private."

Heizou

I've literally known him for one day and he's risen to become one of my favorites. He deserves the world and I deserve TO ROLL HIM.

"There you are!" You exclaimed, wiping the sweat off your palms.

At last, this game of hide and seek had come to an end, after more than two hours of scouting the wilderness of Chinju Forest. When you set out this morning, all you wanted to do was check up on Heizou, wondering where he'd disappeared to these days. It wasn't uncommon for him to wander off, chasing after a lead or one of his infamous 'intuitions'. Still, finding him quite literally in the middle of nowhere was not what you expected.

"Oh? If it isn't Y/N!" He grinned, moving past the bushes and the trees. "Have you come to see me? Did you perhaps miss me ?"

"...Yes." You sighed. "You have any idea how long it's been?"

"Four days three hours and fifteen minutes?"

That... was oddly accurate.

"Are you surprised that I kept count? You know I'm a true romantic at heart." Heizou said, his smile softening up once he stood before you.

A couple of twigs and leaves nested in his hair, though he didn't see to mind and truthfully, neither did you. If anything, the disheveled look quite suit him.

"So, what was it this time? Apprehending a wild tanuki?" You joked, earning a giggle from him.

"Something like that."

Unless he planned on revealing his intentions, no good would come out of you questioning him. Besides, he was always like that whenever he took on a new case.

"Are you coming home tonight?"

"Once I catch myself a tanuki, I will." He assured.

"Well then, I'd better get goi-"

"Wait." Placing his index across his lips, he took a thorough look at you as if he was inspecting you. "My intuition tells me that you have something for me."

I do?

"I'm afraid you're in the wrong this time. I came empty handed." You turned your pockets inside out for him to see.

His eyes momentarily darted at your coat, before he shifted his attention back to your eyes. Taking a step closer, he forced you to stumble upon the trunk of a tree, your hands grasping at the rough surface behind.

"Y/N, have you yet to understand that my intuition is never wrong?"

Without giving you the opportunity to protest, Heizou leaned forward, his lively chuckle getting caught between your lips. His hand fell onto your hips, pulling you against him while he bit down playfully, his rough grip contradicting his teasing. You sighed, your fingertips gnawing at the tree, relishing the feeling you'd been so depraved of. It had been so long, too long, you realized.

Heizou always kissed you as if he meant to prove a point and this time was no exception. He was right, you came to realize. There was always something for you to give him, whether that something was your heart, your body or even all you had to give.

Breaking off the kiss, you caught a glimpse of his green orbs glimmering with mischief.

"What else does your intuition say?"

"My intuition tells me that..." He crooked his finger, tapping it lightly against your nose. "I should charge you with obstruction of justice."

"What? Why?"

"Hm? You came here to seduce me, didn't you?"

"I did not!" You were unable to hide your surprise, your jaw nearly dropping at his accusation. He was unbelievable.

"I'm leaving, bye!"

"Damn, that's unfortunate. Very unfortunate." Heizou pouted. "I wouldn't mind turning a blind eye, but if you must go..."

Somehow when you returned home that night, you felt even more frustrated than before.

Beidou

"Has the woman of the hour decided to make her appearance?" You arched a brow, watching as the brunette made her way inside the storage room, a half finished bottle of wine rattling in her hands.

Though you were unsure what the occasion was, the whole crew seemed to be in a great mood. Even when you were in the lowest part of the ship, you were still able to hear the hearty laughter and the rowdy noise from above. With our without her, the party seemed to be going strong.

"Mhm, aren't you glad that you can have me all to yourself?" Beidou exclaimed, closing the door behind her.

" I'd be more glad if you took better care of yourself. You reek of booze!" You frowned, nodding towards the bottle. Even if she could hold her liquor, such great amount could do more harm than good.

"That's just my natural odor! Besides, why shouldn't we celebrate our successes? Come on, Y/N, don't be such a buzzkill. Here, this should help you loosen up." She swung the bottle, ushering for you to take it.

With a sigh, you ended up complying. If the price of getting her to stop drinking for the night was you taking a sip, then perhaps you'd be able to live with that.

Throwing your head back, you felt the sweet taste of dandelion wine along with its welcoming warmth flowing through your body. She was right, it was quite good.

"So what are we celebrating here?" You asked, holding the bottle outside her reach.

Momentarily, you caught sight of Beidou's eyes darting between the bottle and a couple of crates in the far back. Come to think of it, you did inventory every day, yet this was the first time you spotted these ones. That's odd, you thought to yourself as you approached them.

"Is it behind these crates?" You placed a hand on one of the lids.

"No, Y/N, wait!"

Before she had the time to pull your fingers off the box, you were able to take a peak at its contents; more unregistered Inazuman merchandise.

Making the most out of your stunned expression, Beidou snatched the bottle back from your hands, pursing it tight against her pursed lips. A dark red shade dripped onto her chin and clothes, with the majority of the liquor failing to find its target.

"Now what should we do to silence you?" Though a silly smile trembled across her face, her scarlet orbs gleamed with a certain determination, one that had you wondering what her true intentions were.

Freeing her hands of the bottle, Beidou soon had you trapped between the crates and her body, her knee pressing right between your thighs. You gasped, a grave mistake considering how easily you gave her access to your parted lips, her tongue sliding right between.

With one hand wrapped around your waist, she kept you in place, making sure you got to taste the foul taste of the alcohol you detested. However, coming from her lips, you had to admit; it tasted rather sweet. You closed your eyes, forgetting all about the cargo and her illegal activities, merely focusing on how good her tongue felt upon yours.

It didn't take long for her to get carried away. Soon, her other hand had joined the knee between your legs, her fingers kneading at the soft skin of your thighs, crawling higher and higher, until she had your mind spiraling.

"B-Beidou, that's the opposite of silencing." You complained, sighing to her touch.

The sound of her chuckle forced your eyes to open up, peering at her pleased expression.

"I'll let you be as loud as you want to, if you can keep this our little secret."

Bonus? Kinda! Like I said, I'm not sure if I misread your request by doing it in a small scenario kind of way, so I'll include some headcanons here ;-;

Xiao:

He is usually hesitant to kiss you. Doesn't take initiative most of the time, allowing his fears of tainting you to take the better of him. On the rare occasion he does, it's full of frustration, directed at the world, the gods, himself and yes, even his feelings for you. Mostly that.

Also, most definitely all of his kisses have a romantic backdrop, considering they mostly happen underneath the moonlight or generally out in the open.

Xiao is especially fond of kissing your back and shoulders. He is shy and kind of inexperienced, so when you have your back on him, it gives him the freedom to do as he pleases.

Childe:

He can be pretty cheeky with his kisses, demanding that you pay attention to him wherever you are. The world doesn't matter to him as long as you keep your eyes at him and your lips against his. Though he can be very generous with his teasing, he is also plenty affectionate, especially when returning from one of his trips. Possessive and playful, it's not surprising that he can be like an actual child.

One of his favorite spots to kiss, is your collarbones and neck. He loves decorating you with pretty hickeys that are sure to stay, and if you complain about it, he won't mind wrapping his scarf around you. The idea of you wearing his clothes is exhilarating to him.

Yae Miko:

Speaking of cheekiness, Yae probably invented that. She uses her kisses both to reward, bribe, and also to tease you. She loves seeing your flustered expressions, seriously, the more you blush, the cuter you appear to her. Enjoys being the one who takes the lead, although if you try mixing things up, she won't say not to that. If anything, she might praise you too.

Absolutely loves kissing you between your thighs and breasts. She tries many things on you to see what induces the best reaction. Sometimes it can be ticklish, as she might chuckle against your skin, or let a couple of her tails loose in the heat of the moment. She only does such things for you though.

Heizou:

He is the kind of guy who acts as if he is going to kiss you, builds up an entire mood around it and then just leaves you hanging. Loves his mind games and as long as you can keep up with him, he'll be glued to you. Sometimes he can be teasing and overly flirty, even in public, but if you are the one to kiss him, he'll melt. Even if it doesn't show, Heizou can be emotionally attached and will almost always greet you with a kiss.

Okay yes, his hangout event got to me but, neck / ear kisses. Doesn't mind moving slow and taking his time, considering he finds entertainment in making you guess what he'll do next. With his face buried in your nape, you can't see what he is doing. You can only feel his hot breath against your skin, his teeth gently grazing your lobe as they nibble against it and of course, his lighthearted chuckle. After all, he is quite giddy.

Beidou:

She is quite assertive and it shows. The majority of the time she kisses you, she does so with her entire body. Beidou likes to keep you close, cupping your face with her palms or wrapping her arms around your waist and shoulders. She doesn't shy off physical contact and that's why sometimes her kisses don't seem too innocent to the ones around. Not that she cares, after all, you are her most prized possession on board.

When away from prying eyes, Beidou loves to kiss your stomach and your thighs. Your skin is particularly soft there and your taste is better than the finest alcohol she could get her hands on. She is someone who'd prioritize making you feel good and would probably try her best to do so.

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Draco arrived at the ministry at approximately a quarter past nine in the morning. Granger had sent a missive with instructions on what to do and where to go when he arrived. He estimated by the time he got down to level nine, it would be twenty past, which meant she had been waiting for him for just as long. He smiled to himself, and pressed the button in the lift that sent it down.

Perhaps she’d be so livid she’d push him up against a wall or something. His breath caught at the thought of it. There was nothing quite so satisfying as teasing Hermione Granger. He could watch her ball her fists and clench her jaw all day. It made something inside his stomach titter and filled him with a vindictive sense of glee.

When the doors of the lift opened on the ninth floor , he could see Hermione standing with her arms crossed in front of her and an expression like thunder. He lifted his nose and sauntered out, a wry smile tugging up the corner of his mouth.

“Good morning, Granger.”

“What time do you think this is!?” she screeched, throwing her arms wide. “I said nine o’clock sharp. I realise that you’ve never had to work a day in your life, but surely you’ve learnt to tell the time. Don’t you need it to get to galas and fundraisers? Or were you always fashionably late?”

He let his eyes travel down her body. Today she was wearing a dark blue robe that showed off her considerable cleavage. Especially with her arms crossed like that. Instead of the twist she’d had in her hair last week, it was braided into a heavy rope, caught over her shoulder. Her eyes were ablaze, and his stomach turned when she caught his gaze.

Lifting his nose higher, he answered with a flippant wave of his hand. “I had trouble with the… peacocks. Yes, a peacock got stuck in the hedge maze. Astoria was beside herself. Surely you understand.”

He watched her eyes narrow even more as she shifted her weight onto one foot and stuck her tongue into the side of her mouth. “Right. The peacocks.”

She rolled her eyes with a huge sigh and gestured for him to follow. They were in a long narrow corridor covered in shiny black tiles that reflected everything back at him. Dark doorways led off in every direction with no description as to what lay on the other side. When they had travelled about halfway, she opened a door on the left and they entered yet another long dark hallway.

Without a word, she set off across the tile, her heels clicking behind her. He hurried along, trying to look into every door and nook. He had heard so many stories about the Department of Mysteries. As a child, he had even wanted to work there, before he realised jobs were things Malfoys didn’t do. He saw a particularly warped doorway and was about to ask what it was when he realised Hermione was almost a speck in the distance.

In a panic, he tried to catch up, sprinting after her, but though the pathway underneath his feet moved at a swift pace, the walls and doors did not.

“Granger!” he called out –

Suddenly, the entire hallway snapped into focus, and he was barrelling into her back. They both tripped and fell onto a huddle on the floor. His hand fell on something soft and warm, and she grunted as he frantically struggled to get off her. He tried not to think about what it possibly was he had been holding.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Hermione cursed as she stood, rubbing her elbows and knees.

He opened and closed his mouth dumbly before exclaiming, “The hallway – I was moving – going nowhere – then suddenly.” He mimed two objects crashing together with his hands.

Hermione sighed, “The time room must have moved again. I know this place is interesting and weird, but if you gawk, you’re going to keep getting stuck. The rooms know when you’re perceiving them and if you’re unlucky they’ll pull you in.” She ran a hand over her hair. “Look, if you do well today, I’ll take you to one of the tamer ones. Does that suffice? You’ll stop rubbernecking?”

He felt his cheeks heat as he objected. “Granger, whilst you may have sufficiently managed to tame that wild beast growing on your head to the point where you are passably attractive, I can assure you that necking was not my intention.”

Her face went bright red as she spluttered, “Rubber necking refers to the act of staring at something Malfoy! I was not implying anything else of the sort.”

“Good,” he said, raising his nose again, “because I’m married, and that sort of thing is right out of the question.”

Granger released a strangled sound of frustration as she turned on her heels and walked away again. This time, he followed closely and tried not to look around. He found himself concentrating on the way her braid moved as she walked, swinging from side to side. From there it was only a hop, skip, and a gaze down to look at her arse. It was moving pertly back and forth, and he suddenly had the urge to reach out and…

She stopped suddenly, turning to open a door on the right. He barely avoided slamming into her back and walked through as she held it open for him. The room was bigger than he had expected and covered in indiscriminate burn marks. The surfaces were covered with books, or knickknacks and at the very centre lay a large table with a bowl sitting squarely in the middle. Read more on Ao3.

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hpfanfiction #hp fanfic

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Although Frost was not sure whether the Lady of the Empire was talking about herself, or about Lord Shining, whom she and Spike had helped free from his duties as Captain of the Guard, she understood why it meant this much to Cadance to be with her beloved again; for while she knew that many of the beings under whom she served had Families to return to, she never realised how important they were.

When the sound of an overdramatic cry of anguish caught Frost's attention, she snapped around in an instant, only to find that Lord Shining was struggling to hold on to the Young Princesses, who were crawling all over him, tickling him awfully; but as soon as Shining felt his chair was toppling, he held Flurry and Twila close to his chest, and covered their heads as he took the brunt of the fall.

To Frost's relief, the Young Princesses were unharmed, as their infectious laughter swiftly started again, but she was more impressed to find that Lord Shining did not even groan in pain; for as soon as he landed, he started to heartily laugh as well, and loudly cried out that he was defeated, only to start tickling the Princesses in return, telling them that he would not go down without a fight.

At that moment, as her eyes started to well up with tears of joy as well, Cadance let go of Frost's claws, and happily trotted over to her overjoyed Family, before she sternly said in a joking manner that this was no way for Royalty to behave; but no sooner had she finished saying her sentence than Celestia and Luna started chuckling to themselves, catching Cadance off-guard for just long enough.

In the split second that Cadance was not looking at her Daughters and husband, Shining indiscreetly whispered to the Princesses that their Mum was distracted, and that now was the time to attack her; and the last thing Cadance saw was the strange sight of Flurry leaping into her arms, just as Twila conspicuously snuck around to tickle her Mother from behind, which made them all fall to the floor.

Fortunately, yet again, neither of the two Young Princesses was hurt, as Cadance managed to use her magic to keep Twila in the air just long enough to let her safely fall into her soft embrace, which inevitably led to her getting tickled even more; and the longer that her Daughters tickled her, the quieter their laughter grew, until the Royals were all laughing so hard that they had grown silent.

The ecstatic silence that fell in the Hall was only broken when one of the many present beings took a deep breath, only for them to continue laughing as well, which in turn made the rest of the group laugh even harder, and quieter, too; and while most were able to remain seated, everyone but Frost, including those who had fallen down, had grown very weak and teary from their neverending laughter.

But since the others were too focused on their breathing to keep themselves awake, being at serious risk of fainting due to their excessive laughter, they did not notice that Frost struggled to laugh more than a couple of quiet chuckles, before her expression soured; and to her dismay, the more she tried to express how joyous she was to see their incredible ecstasy, the worse she started to feel.

After she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, Frost tried to shift her focus from the energetic silence all around her to her lunch, and she continued eating, with seemingly no care in the world; but past her nigh blank-faced facade, Frost did not understand why she could not join the others in such a simple yet memorable time, and it pained her terribly to feel so contrarian to what she saw.

Not long after Frost finished eating the last of Spike and Stygian's baked goods, the others slowly climbed back into their seats, not noticing that Frost had completely missed out on their laughter; for as they cleaned their faces of their tears of joy, with bright smiles on their faces, Frost was wiping away her own tears, though these were no longer of joy, and her smile had sunk into a frown.

Before the others could ask her anything, Frost got up, and quietly told Spike and Eclipse:

"I will head to another Hall, while you recover from your ecstasy. I wish I felt it as well…"

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13: Aziraphale

It had been almost a month since Aziraphale had managed to last slip out and visit Earth. He pushed open the door of the bookshop feeling endlessly old, which he supposed he was.

But he had never felt it before.

He found Muriel tucked up on the Chesterfield with their knees pulled up to their chest, utterly gripped by a book. They were wearing white fuzzy socks, which somehow managed to look both completely incongruous and exactly appropriate at the same time.

Aziraphale cleared his throat, and Muriel started, looking dazed.

“Muriel?”

Muriel’s face split into an enormous smile and they jumped up to greet him, the book sliding to the ground. It was one of his many books containing works by William Shakespeare.

How odd .

“Hello! I’m so glad to see you again!”

Aziraphale could tell that Muriel really meant it, and for a moment he almost felt like crying. He rather thought Muriel might be the only one he could currently count on to enjoy his company. Heaven certainly didn’t seem to take any pleasure in it, and Crowley, well…

He forced himself to focus on Muriel.

“How have you been? Are you enjoying, er…” he gestured towards the book, “Shakespeare?”

He hoped the dubious tone in his voice was too subtle for Muriel to notice.

Muriel picked the book up from where it had fallen and placed it carefully on an end table. “Yes! I’m really enjoying it! Shakespeare is sort of amazing? A bit like going into another world? I needed a little help at the beginning because the words were strange! But once I managed to understand them, it just…!” Muriel trailed off, gesturing vaguely, an enchanted smile on her face. “I really like the funny ones!”

So did Crowley.

The thought came unbidden and unwelcome before he could banish it. He frowned slightly. He had resolved not to talk about Crowley on this visit.

“Yes, they’re very popular,” he said instead, keeping his tone neutral.

“Mister Crowley suggested them!” Muriel chirped.

Ah. So much for that.

He struggled to keep his composure. He couldn’t speak of it, but the past couple of weeks had shaken him. Things had been happening Upstairs, things he didn’t fully understand. He really had intended to just check in on Muriel, but, well… In for a penny, in for a pound.

“You saw him again?” He asked, trying to sound casual. Failing.

Muriel’s face lit up and they gestured for Aziraphale to take a seat. “Oh yes! Crowley and I go for coffee!”

Those six casual words hung in the air like an emotional tripwire. Crowley and I go for coffee! Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

There was a time when it was the most normal thing in the world.

Muriel had said it like it was something so easy and simple, something almost to be taken for granted...

Had he taken it for granted?

Perhaps.

Aziraphale fought to keep his composure. He reminded himself - as he had many times in the past months - that over the course of their long history, their disagreements had sometimes led to decades without a single word passing between them. This time it had been mere months; barely a blink for those who had existed since before time began.

Silly to feel such anguish after only a few months. Crowley always came back. He always came round. He would again.

Maybe.

A memory of Crowley, breathing ragged, pleading with him from across the room.

A memory of dark glass hiding yellow eyes, like walls being raised, like shutters coming down.

A memory of being grabbed roughly by the lapels and kissed - kissed! - with a fierce, keen desperation that knocked him off kilter.

A memory of the expression on Crowley’s face when he had forgiven him, the “don’t bother” flung over his shoulder as he walked out.

A memory of Crowley, face impassive, watching him leave.

A hard lump formed in his throat.

...Maybe not.

And now Muriel and Crowley were going for coffee as a regular thing, apparently. Which was fine, of course. Better than fine! He should feel glad they were getting along so well. He tasted a sour note of bitterness, and dismissed it. He knew he wasn’t being fair. After all, they had each chosen their path. It wasn’t Muriel’s fault Aziraphale’s path didn’t have coffee.

Or Crowley.

Muriel gave him a strange look. “Is that bad? Going for coffee with the demon Crowley?”

“Not at all, Muriel. It’s wonderful that the two of you have…” he stumbled on his words, “...have become friends.”

Muriel beamed.

Ridiculous. Not ridiculous to be calling Muriel and Crowley friends necessarily, but ridiculous to have ever insisted that he and Crowley weren’t friends. Ridiculous to bestow the label so easily now when he himself had fought it for so long.

The fingernails of his right hand pressed into the palm until they almost drew blood.

“I think he doesn’t actually really want to be my friend,” said Muriel in a conspiratorial tone, “but he still lets me visit? As long as I don’t visit too early - he really doesn’t like that! - and he lets me ask him lots of questions-”

Aziraphale thought of Muriel’s endless list of questions and spared a pained thought for Crowley. He found it hard to imagine-

Well, actually no, he didn’t find it hard to imagine at all. He could imagine it perfectly: Crowley, stretched out in a chair as if he had been flung there bodily by the Almighty herself, tossing out sardonic answers to Muriel’s innocent questions.

He wasn’t sure which of them to feel more sorry for.

Muriel interrupted his thought. “I actually think Crowley’s very, well… nice? Even though he’s a demon? Are they all like that?”

“No, I’m afraid Crowley is something of a singularity.”

...And that was something of an understatement.

“I think he might be lonely,” said Muriel, their fingers playing with a loose button on the Chesterfield.

Aziraphale gave a tight smile. “I’m sure he is very glad of your company.”

Muriel’s eyes met his and they were large and watchful. “He hurts.”

Aziraphale searched for words.

None came.

“Anyway,” Muriel continued as if they hadn’t just dropped a conversational grenade, “we meet up every week? And we always meet at his flat, because he refuses to come anywhere near Soho, and sometimes we just go for coffee - well, he has coffee - but sometimes, after, we go to the park? Although he says we’re not actually going to the park together, he says I’m just “tagging along,” but I don’t mind, it’s still nice!”

Aziraphale made an indistinct sound.

Muriel smiled innocently and offered him a cupperty.

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#good omens #crowley and aziraphale #ineffable idiots #aziracrow #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fic #go2 #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands fic #azcrow

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flower-of-assiah · 1 month

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about my scans and my rules regarding them!

gonna be having a pretty lengthy message about an ask I just got! and whether it was meant with good intentions or not it personally felt rude and hurtful? and I think replying this way may end up best for me in explaining!

regarding my Blue Exorcist scans:

first I wanna say is just... what I do with my scans and when/how I post them and share them is my choice and just sorry I wasn't asking for advice on that at all! I know this had to come about because of my venting post on my RinShi twitter about my sadness at seeing people disrespect my rules from my discord server and my scans being reposted/posted regardless of agreeing to my rules and the main thing I requested to get access to them: which was simple! just no posting them publicly unless I have already! I think that is a reasonable request considering all the time, money and effort I have put into scanning official art from/for Blue Exorcist! I do this because I love the art and this series so much and wanted to just do something nice for myself and others! 😭 I think it's a fair request after all that time I put into trying to do the best quality scans I can, that the one thing I'd like is to be the FIRST PERSON to post those scans of mine? genuinely it's as simple as this and respecting others and I don't get why some can't respect that especially since like... I've been working on a server to finally share my scans and really trying my best to help my friend Chase ( @hootiee ) with archiving as much media and official art from Blue Exorcist as possible! I want so badly to help with keeping things preserved and to share with other fans my efforts with my scans! but it's hurtful that me allowing access sooner in my server led to my trust being broken! and I'm sorry but telling me I should "post them on such and such" websites first so they don't get reposted just??? misses the whole point and nuance of the issue to begin with! like I'm not sure what I'm expected to say? I shouldn't have to post things at another person's pace because they broke my trust and stole my scans to repost and give me zero credit for scanning them along with ignoring my one request: I just wanna post them first??? so I'm sorry but that doesn't help me at all and just makes this issue all the harder and makes me feel more hurt by things, I wanna create a decent archive and make it easy to find my scans in their full/best quality and when someone reposts and doesn't say who scanned it/where they found the scan that adds to them never getting a chance to see the image in it's best quality or more art they may have never seen? all this to say, please just... if I allow access to my scans just respect my wishes and how I go about planning to share them! I'm doing my best to post them at my own pace but stuff like this discourages me to even try! also this is an important note: one of my older sisters passed away back in June 2023 and I've been struggling a lot with that and getting stress from things like this while I'm still recovering and dealing with lifechanging grief really sucks! and that's the type of thing that has contributed to me taking so long getting scans shared and it hurts that the one place I was sharing them my trust got broken (the people that did it I don't think are in my server anymore) so yeah I'd really like this taken in mind in the future? sorry that got long but I wanted to get this all addressed and why this affected me so much! please understand I will share my scans eventually but it should be on my own time and what I can handle! and that's for me to choose and should stay that way and not be forced to change that because others decided respecting my rules wasn't something they wanted to do by the way! these are my scans rules in my RinShi server for reference:

#grace rambles #text post #about my scans #in the future I'd prefer people to just understand why I'm sad about this #but whatever #myscans #myrules #my aoex scans

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doctorcrowleywho · 1 year

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Safe in your Embrace Part 1. (Crowley x Age Regressed reader)

Word count - 1477

Warnings - age regression, mentions of a bad home life (having to grow up quickly), and struggles with finishing a meal

Pairing(s) - Crowley x gn! reader

Summary - You regress in front of Crowley for the first time and it goes better then either of you expected it to

You never meant for it to happen. At least not this way. In fact if you were being totally honest with yourself you’ve never actually done *it* before. The whole thing was a bit new to you, and it even kind of scared you.

Well if it was that scary you might as well name it. You’ve been flirting with the idea of healthy age regressing for a while now. You never really got a chance at a healthy childhood. Your mother viewed you more as a mini-her more than her own child, and your father was well…unavailable. Practically from the ripe age of six, you were forced to grow up very quickly. Even throughout adulthood your mother never seemed to lessen up on you when it came to constant guilt trips. So naturally, you craved the innocence you never got to have.

When you thought about it realistically and didn’t just daydream about it, a dozen and one what if’s flooded your head. You tried to quiet them with an intense amount of research. Which, did seem to help a little bit. But, it didn’t seem to quiet a few nagging intrusive thoughts.

What if people think it's weird? What if I get so used to it that I can’t control it? What if *he* thinks I’m so weird about it that he leaves.

Oh, good gods, he’s going to leave.

I mean how could he leave he’s a demon after all. He’s his own brand of weird.

Even so, you tried your best to hide it. Convincing yourself to bury it deep down, even though that never ever works. You’d never actually do it, especially not in front of him….right?

Well, that’s what you led yourself to believe until one night everything cracked open like a water damn ready to overflow. The pressure in your life was getting all too much. You were behind on just about a dozen and one assignments, your laundry and trash were piling up in your apartment, and don’t even get me started on the pressures put on you at work. Leave it to your mom to push you over the edge.

“Well just be careful that you don’t lose your job!” she hissed over the phone.

“Mom I was literally sick there wasn’t anything I could have done and at least I got a doctor's note-” you began to ramble as you ran a hand through your hair. Currently, you were pacing back and forth in Crowley’s bedroom that he let you take your phone call in. Little did you know he was protectively listening to every word outside the door.

“Okay well just be careful, don’t want you loosing another job-” she started to go on one of her classic rants and you hurriedly cut her off.

“Right I’m always careful, love you say hi to dad if you can bye!” you hung up the phone before lightly throwing it in the other corner of the room. Slowly you felt your knees give way and the rest of your body soon followed suit.

However, a pair of familiar arms were there to catch you. Almost if on cue, being the clever demon that he is. He immediately pulled you into his chest as you cried gentle quiet tears. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe with me,” he murmured kissing the top of your head.

Suddenly, something in you snapped in half and you began to regress. Maybe this was your chance to be absolutely safe with you. You prayed to god that he’d understand. Slowly you brought your thumb up to your lips and began to suck, which seemed to calm your nerves even more.

“Safe with Crowie.” you repeated softly which made his head pick up a little bit. He looked down at you with wide curious eyes as he tried his very best to figure out what you were going through. He took off his glasses and set them on his nightstand before fully pulling you into his lap.

Instinctively you curled in closer to him wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your head into his chest. “That's right angel your safe with me,” he repeated reassuringly hearing you happily hum in response “, what would you like to do darling?” he asked rubbing soothing circles into your back.

You thought for a couple of moments looking up at him with the cutest wide eyes in the entire universe (at least in Crowley’s opinion) before you gasped excitedly “Monchie time!” you giggled rubbing your tummy.

Crowley raised an eyebrow out of curiosity once more before repeating “Monchie time?” slowly as if it were a foreign word he was trying to carefully learn. You nodded your head excitedly rubbing your tummy even more. This was when he decided to fall back on a rule he once heard ‘Do first, ask later’ or something of the sort. All Crowley knew was you were obviously doing this to cope, and he’d be damned if he ruined it for you. So, of course, he’d go along with it.

“Oh duckling are you hungry!” he asked cocking his head to the side which earned a very happy ‘mmhmm’ from you. At this, he scooped you up as if you weighed nothing at all and carried you all the way to the dining table. As he set you down in the chair you did a small happy dance as he leaned against the counter. “Now what should we eat tonight hm? Is there anything my little angel is craving?” he said watching you carefully.

“Dino nuggies!” you cheered before quickly adding “with appey sauce.” nodding as if you’ve just made a wonderful point, and to you- you had. With a snap of his fingers, he made a plate of dino-shaped chicken nuggets, apple sauce, and broccoli appear in front of you.

You gasped in amazement at his little trick. Little you had forgotten all about the whole miracle thing, and honestly, Crowley found it absolutely adorable. “How did Crowie do dat?” you wondered aloud blinking slowly.

“Magic,” he said with a wink bopping your nose “, now eat your food and then we can watch TV in bed,” he said knowing it was a surefire way to make you finish your meal.

“Bluey?” you asked quietly.

“Yes duckling, we can watch bluey.” he smiled a fang popping out innocently on his bottom lip.

At that, you picked up your nuggets and played dinos as they went into your mouth. Even mixing a few with your apple sauce. It was a weird combo, but part of you seemed to like it. However, you left your broccoli untouched and hoped Crowley wouldn’t notice. “All done!” you giggled hiding your plate.

“Dove,” he said sternly but not enough to scare you (no not ever to scare you) “, show me all of the plate.”

“No.” you simply said sticking your tongue out, there was no way in hell he was going to win this fight.

“Show me the plate now or no Bluey!” he threatened gently crossing your arms. Your eyes went wide as your lip trembled, slowly you removed your hand showing him the broccoli still on your plate.

“Duckling you gotta eat your veggies if you wanna grow big and strong,” he said sitting in the chair across from you.

You pouted crossing your arms “Don’t wanna….ts yucky” you said sticking your tongue out which made the demon chuckle. You could really be the absolute cutest sometimes.

“I’ll tell you what if you eat your broccoli I’ll let you eat ice cream in bed.” he bargained knowing full well he’d never be a fantastic parent. He’d give into everything way too easily.

This got your attention, and you hurriedly scooped all the broccoli you could into your mouth before consuming it all. A full duck cackle was heard from your partner's lips as he shook his head.

“Crowie proud?” you asked presenting your empty plate with the up-most pride. Even when you were big you sometimes struggled with finishing meals, so even Crowley knew this was an accomplishment.

“Yes duckling Crowie is very proud,” he sighed happily making you squeal and wiggle in your seat “, now come on let's get ready for Bluey yeah?” he said standing up and got ready to offer you his hand up.

This was before you did the well know ‘grabby hands’ and he fake pouted down at you. “Uppies please” you pouted right back.

“Oh does someone want uppies?”

“Yes pwease.”

With his typical demonic dramatic sigh, he lifted you up and carried you bridal style into the bedroom that already had a few stuffie surprises waiting for you. You felt truly safe knowing that Crowley would never leave you. You would always be safe in his embrace, and that’s all you ever needed to know.

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Author’s note - thank you for reading this if you did! This is based off of something that happened to me kind of recently, and I had an itch to write something about it. It’s also late and I have proof read it yet so....be warned about that! Anyways, once again thank you and I hope you guys are having a wonderful day!

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agereoneshots · 5 months

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(Y'all remember that unspecified period of time in season one where Larry and Rita moved out and had a house? This is meant to be set during that time.)

Larry sighed. He and Rita really needed money. Rita could get jobs but she struggled to keep them. Larry struggled to get jobs but when he did, he was good at keeping them...until people stopped coming in because of his appearance. Larry got an idea. Danny! Of course he could get a job on Danny Street! No one would judge him for his appearance, just his skills!

Two weeks later and he had a steady job at a flower shop on Danny Street. While the customers where usually very nice, today he dealt with someone who must have had a bad day. Larry sighed as he watched the customer leave. He whined quietly as that weird fuzzy feeling he felt on and off throughout his life filled his brain. He pulled his coat, one that he was surprised he was allowed to wear over his uniform (well, his uniform was just an apron but still), tighter around him and hid his face in the fluff a little.

"Larry? Are you ok?" Larry's boss, Jess, placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I-I'm fine..." Larry mumbled. God why did he sound so childish when he was like this? Jess sighed.

"Go clock out and check into the regression daycare."

"What's that?"

"Its a daycare for regressors." Larry knew what a daycare was but...

"What do you mean by regressors?"

"Do you not know what age regression is?" Larry shook his head. Jess sighed.

"Hey Al! I'm stepping out for a bit, you're in charge!" Jess clocked both of them out and led Larry to the daycare.

"Hey Jess!" The person at the desk greeted them.

"Hi Jeremy."

"What brings you here today?"

"I'm pretty sure that Larry-" Jess pointed at Larry. "is regressed but he doesn't know what that is."

"Ah. Don't worry, we'll take care of him." Jess nodded and left Larry behind.

"Hi. I'm Jeremy. I have some paperwork you're going to need to fill out, I can help you with it if need be." Larry nodded as he took the clipboard. He was certain he wouldn't need help, but it was common for help to be offered on Danny Street. The questions were normal, for Danny Street at least. What was your legal name, what was your preferred name if it was different, what was your gender, what were your pronouns...the first question that confused him was asking if he was an age regressor or pet regressor.

"What di-does this mean?" Larry asked.

"Oh. Regression is an act where someone mentally regresses into another state. This is usually done because of stress or trauma but there are many reasons for why someone would do so. Age regression refers to mentally becoming a younger age while pet regression is when they regress into a more animal like headspace." Jeremy explained. Larry stared at the question for a moment. It fit, especially the age regression, but he wasn't entirely sure.

"I...I don't have an answer for this question."

"That's ok! Just leave it and related questions blank." Larry nodded and looked at the remanding questions. They were questions asking about what the staff were allowed to do with him. He was new to all of this so he decided that they could do things like hold his hand or take off his shoes but couldn't do things like undress him. He looked over the papers, noted how his handwriting got more childish as he went on, and gave Jeremy the clipboard back.

"Do you think your more like an age regressor or a pet regressor?" Larry wanted to respond verbally...but he also didn't. Jeremy would understand that, right? He (that's what his pronoun badge said) worked with people who regressed into children, one of them would have gone quiet after being verbal at some point. Larry held up one finger and hoped he understood.

"Age regressor? Ok. We're going to start you in the playroom, ok?" Larry nodded. Jeremy took his hand and led him to the playroom.

"Hey Roman! Got another little guy for you!" Roman looked over. Larry hid his face in the fluff of his coat again.

"Aww. Hi little guy. I'm Roman. I'm the head caregiver for this room for today. I'm going to be taking care of you." Larry waved a little.

"Here's his paperwork." Jeremy handed them over to Roman. Roman looked it over before handing it back.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him!" Jeremy left the room. Roman took Larry's hand and led him over to some toys.

"Pick out one you want." Larry looked at them before picking up a wooden airplane. Roman led him over to where other regressors were playing and left him to join them. It didn't take long for Roman and the other caregivers to realize that Larry was regressed quiet young. Roman crouched down in front of him.

"Hey little guy. I think you're a little too young for this room. I'm going to take you to the nursery, ok?" Larry made grabby hands at Roman. Roman picked him up and carried him to the nursery.

"Hi Roman! Aww, did you get a little baby?" One of the nursery caregivers walked over and took Larry from Roman.

"Hi Will. Yeah, got this little guy. He's new to this. You can check his paperwork with Jeremy. His name is Larry." Roman left.

"Hi little guy!" Will turned their attention to Larry. Larry didn't say anything. Will sat him down with some toys. Larry happily began playing.

Three hours later, Larry woke up in an adult crib.

"Did you have a good nap?" One of the caregivers asked. Larry looked at them.

"...yeah....I....I'm going to leave now..." Larry mumbled.

"Ok! You can always come back and check yourself back in for the day!" Larry nodded, made sure he had all of his things, and left. He went back to work but was told to just go home for the rest of the day. He nodded and left. Maybe he'd go back to the daycare in the future.

#age regression #agere #fandom agere #doom patrol #larry trainor #rita farr

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firedrakegirl · 3 months

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I stared tiredly up at the now shattered Stark tower, before taking a breath and heading inside. The fighting had literally just stopped, but something was pulling me in…something needed me. I’d learned to follow those pulls. They’d never steered me wrong. I walked up and up and up, all the way to the floor where Ironman had been thrown through the window. There…the reason for everything. I knew instantly upon seeing the green clad god that it was all his fault. “You absolute asshole.” I stormed over to where he was lying on the ground, clearly in pain. “What did you do to me?” Despite my tone, I was gentle as I started looking him over for more than bruising, carefully removing his armor and tunic. “Roll over, let me see your back.”

“Who are you?” He did, and there was something….right about the fact that this being who didn’t trust anyone was giving me his back.

I hissed in sympathy at the mottled bruising that was getting worse even as I watched. “What hit you?”

“I believe he is called the Hulk.” Green eyes looked over his shoulder at me with curiosity.

“Then I think you’re lucky. From what I know, he’s stupidly strong. I’m gonna go find you some ice for the swelling so you can at least move a bit more easily.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m the person who’s been dreaming about you for years. Didn’t know it was you til now though.”

Confusion then understanding dawned in his eyes. “I did a spell, a very long time ago. I always thought it failed.”

“What kind of spell?” I stood and headed toward the half ruined bar.

“Someone to be by my side as my brother should have been.” His voice was soft, vulnerable. I froze.

“Well then.” I gathered some ice and brought it back to him after a moment. “Guess I’ll do that then. Everyone deserves someone by their side.”

He struggled to sit up fully then smiled at me. It was a small, sad thing. “Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.” I nodded, smiling back. “I know a little of what you’ve been through. I have your back.”

He laughed and rested his forehead against mine….then all of the sudden…

I was so different from everyone around me. Bright gold hair and muscles were everywhere, even my brother, but I was long and lanky with dark hair. I didn’t have the muscles, but I so wanted to be like my amazing older brother. Mother did her best to teach me the best ways to fight while being small, and it worked! I could almost keep up on the training grounds, without my magic! Mother taught me magic too, helping me learn and grow and nurturing my interests in a way no one else did.

I learned and grew and idolized my brother. father told us we were both meant to rule as he told us stories of the glories of past wars. Brother and I

Brother gained new friends, the warriors three. They had another hanger on, a girl, Sif. I thought maybe we could be friends because we were both so different. It was not to be, as she took more after my golden brother. One would think she was his sibling rather than me. That was okay. I was just grateful he and his friends let me tag along. They liked it more when I could help them thanks to my magic.

Brother told me magic wasn’t a manly thing to do. It’s always amused him though. But…I suppose Asgardians are more about the muscle, aren’t they. I tried to build muscle like he did, but it didn't work. I got better with throwing knives, learning to strike before anyone realized I was even there. It was considered cowardly, but I didn't have the sheer strength of the other Aesir. Decades of adventures and danger and being treated worse and worse led me to spending more and more time in the library until I found an old spell. The concept intrigued me. Forgotten sedir that would allow him to find that bond, that connection with someone that he'd once had with his brother before they grew apart so harshly. That bond he so desperately desired and craved, as the outcast of the royal family. No one in his life gave me that bond, and as time passed and I still lacked such a close connection to anyone, I gave the idea up as a failed experiment. Life continued, Thor's adventures and having to talk them out of danger, a few memorable moments of mischief, Thor in a wedding gown, Odin manipulating me into seducing a stallion, my first child ripped away before I could even get to hold him, rumors circulating, my brother becoming more of a stranger, secluding myself in the library more and more. Then the day of Thor's attempted coronation, trying to talk to the man I still thought of as my father about my concerns and being brushed off. Having to trick a couple Jotun into appearing in the Vault. Everything going so terribly, horrifically wrong. Heimdall committing treason, turning blue, Thor's banishment, learning about being adopted, Father falling into the Odinsleep, being the temporary king, Thor still managing to cause trouble, Heimdall committing treason again, Laufey, the fight on the bifrost, falling....falling falling...pain, so much pain. a blue jeweled scepter, new thoughts and ideas, preparing to lead and army to Midgard, the defenders, the green beast, then a human, covered in dust and bruises, calling me an asshole with soft eyes and gentle hands as she helped and...oh. That bond was so much better than I ever thought it could be.

I opened my eyes again as myself and smiled at Loki. "You are so amazing."

"W-What?"

"You are amazing. You've experienced so much and done so much and are just amazing." I pulled him into a close hug, squeezing him tightly. "I'm so proud of you." For a moment, Loki was stiff in my hug before utterly melting, burying his face in my shoulder. It wasn't long before I felt my shoulder growing damp as he cried. I just held him tightly and hummed softly and off key to whatever showtunes were in my brain.

"Don't leave?" His voice was so much smaller than it should have been, thick with tears and the pain he'd been dealing with alone for far too long.

"Never Loki. You're mine." I assured, stroking his hair. "I'm not leaving your side, as long as I live."

"You'll live a very long time now." He muttered, starting to pull himself off of me.

"I know. And you'll live a much shorter time. I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay. I'd rather a short life with someone who truly cares than a long one without."

"I know." It was weird to know all these things I hadn't before. "I love you, big brother."

"And I love you too, Sister."

"You need rest. I'd say let's go somewhere but..."

"But I attacked the city and need to atone for the crimes I committed."

"And I think you're too worn out to actually do anything to protect us if we ran."

"Indeed." He sighed and laid back into the hole created by the Hulk. "At least this spot is exactly the right size."

I winced at the feeling of rubble pressing into bruises. "I'll grab the cushions from the couch. It'll be better for our back."

"Good thinking."

"I'm used to caring for bruises."

"I've noticed. I'm not exactly sure how you've managed to live this long."

"Oh, don't worry. You're not the only one wondering that." I laughed, pulling ruined cushions off a couch that probably cost more than I made in a year.

"You should sleep too." He snagged them easily as I tossed them over.

"I'll be fine. I want to make sure no one tries anything while you're out of it." I helped him tuck the cushions behind him so that he could rest more comfortably.

"We're tied closely enough that I don't know you'll have a choice."

I hummed my agreement, curling up next to him. "Either way, I'm staying here and doing my best to protect you."

"Puny mortal." He teased, gently stroking my hair.

I lightly slapped his chest before resting my head over his heart. "Silly god."

"Trix are for kids?" I could feel the sleep pulling at our consciousness.

"Mmhm. Sleep hun."

"K..."

#Fire’s writings and drabbles #loki #marvel mcu #au #self insert #AU after the avengers #back to 2012 avengers fic #old tropes #chaos #more about fun than canon #character Fire #not to be confused with real person Fire #fanfic

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sadnesslaughs · 20 days

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“Look, we didn’t say we never noticed that the mimic replaced you. How could we not? It’s just... It’s a far more pleasant individual than you are.”

(A response to a writing prompt)

It was an awkward reunion for the adventuring party, with a soaking wet Valis stomping his way towards the group’s table. “YOU!” Valis said, smacking his wooden staff against the table. Each adventurer pointed to themselves, except the mimic who pointed to Valis, not understanding what the group was doing. “You all have some nerve drinking in my home village after abandoning me. I had to wade through three rivers just to get back here.”

“Oh, Valis. So nice to see you. Oh, wait. If you're Valis, then who’s this guy?” Markus played stupid, the veteran of the group pretending to examine the mimic more closely, acting as if he was now only discovering that something was wrong. In the eyes of Valis, Markus didn’t need any help looking stupid, especially since he always led them astray whenever it was his turn to read a map.

“Really? You’re going to act like you didn’t know? He’s see through! When have I ever been see through?” The mimic indeed was see through, a baked ham still bouncing around his bubbly stomach that mimicked flesh. It was peculiar to watch, seeing bits of meat slowly getting dissolved in the acidic insides as the ham continued to bounce.

Abetha, their healer, let out a small sigh. In her experience, it was always best to rip the bandage off quickly, as opposed to a slow peel. So, she ripped this one off as cleanly as she could. “Look. We never technically said we didn’t notice it wasn’t you. How could we not? It’s just… How do I say this? Valissa is far more pleasant than you are.” Abetha winced as the truth came out, hoping she hadn’t opened any wounds with that quick tug.

“PLEASANT? I…” Valis struggled, his anger and broken heart fighting for dominance, both trying to force their way out. Instead of one winning, they both lashed out together. “I DID MY BEST. It was never easy being with you all. I wanted everyone to live, that’s all.” That loud flare to his voice cracked towards the end, turning into a sob. “I… was only harsh because I was scared of losing you.”

“Valis…” Abetha stared down at her glass, hoping to find some advice on what to say within its red mist of alcohol.

“Harsh? You ruined all our fun. Don’t eat that, don’t fight this. We’re adventurers. Our job is dangerous. How are we meant to get any fame if you keep treating us like idiots? That’s the thing that stung the most. You thought we were all stupid.” Lio snapped, glaring at his old adventuring buddy. The battle-hardened swordsmen, sick of being pulled out of danger by Valis’s protective charms.

“He has a point. We’re all strong in our own right. Yet, every time we did something, you felt the need to question our decisions.” Markus scooted backwards in his chair, standing up. “I appreciate you helping us, but now it’s time to formally remove you from our party. I hoped we could spare your feelings by pretending we got separated.” He offered his gloved hand to Valis. “Good luck.”

Valis shook as he grabbed the hand, unable to move when Markus clasped it. Markus did all the work, shaking their hands before prying his hand free from the shake. “There, a formal goodbye.” Markus returned to his seat, not looking at the messy face of his former party member.

“I… see. If I changed, would you allow me to-“

“No.” Lio pointed to the door. “Go join another party. Find someone that needs a whiny mage.”

“Lio!” Abetha hissed, elbowing his shoulder. “Do you need to be that rude? I’m sorry, Valis. It’s better if we part ways. For both of us. I doubt your feelings towards us will be positive after everything we’ve said today. This can be a fresh start for you, and for us.”

Valis nodded, holding his own hand for comfort. “Thank you… for our time together.” He bowed, trying to keep some dignity. As he turned to leave, a hand caught his robe, the mimic tugging on his robe, curiously looking at the person it had taken the form of. “What do you want?” Valis glared through teary eyes.

“Friend.” The mimic left the table, locking its arm around Valis’s, sticking close to his side. “Me, you. You, me. We be we,” it said, giving a wobbly grin. Its skin jiggled with excitement now that it had found its match, not showing any interest in the party anymore.

“HEY! WE STILL NEED YOU.” Lio said, trying to grab the mimic. As he grabbed the creature’s arm, it fell off, vibrating on the floor of the tavern. Instantly it grew back, returning to the mimics side.

“Don’t like. Like me.” It said, pressing its cheek against Valis, rubbing against him. “We travel. Want to learn from me. You bore. Dumb bore. Bore bore bore-“ It kept repeating bore until Valis shushed it.

“You little-“ Lio was held in place by his other party members, unable to grab his weapon.

Markus wasn’t pleased with the decision, but didn’t feel they had a say in the matter. It would hurt not having someone of his skills, but they couldn’t force the mimic to work with them. “Let it go,” Markus said.

“Good luck, Valis.” Abetha gave a small sincere smile, hoping this might repair some of the damage they had done. While she hadn’t liked Valis, she didn’t hate the man. A part of her even believed they could have gotten along if someone had spoken up about their feelings earlier. Still, even she couldn’t heal a wound like this. “You too, Valissa”

“Yes, Valissa too.” The mimic waved before directing Valis outside. The mage didn’t have an option but to follow, having to move with the oddly powerful pulls of the mimic. When they were outside, the mimic stopped, examining Valis. “Valis hard to copy. Make Valissa scream. Valissa learn from Valis in return for help. That deal. Deal?” Valissa shook his hand, not giving Valis a chance to react. “Deal. Let’s find cave and do a camp.”

The two walked in silence through the night, finding a camp to call home for the night. Starting their newest journey together.

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