#n generally helped her come to terms with it that she may not ever be able to love kuwabara the same way he does her

[rouge-the-bat]

i wish there was more of kurama and yukina interacting. like kurama getting close with her partially to try to rope hiei into being around her more (as kuramas presence will help hiei feel a bit less awkward and uncomfortable, and kurama can pull yukina into doing something if hiei gets overwhelmed and needs space), but also kurama genuinely has his own kind of brotherly love for yukina since she is sort of like his sister-in-law (tho he and hiei arent married yet, but hed like to be eventually).

like just!! kurama taking yukina and hiei on picnics!! kurama introducing yukina to various festivals and the history behind them! him helping her start her own garden! taking her clothes shopping to find what kinda styles she likes in casual human clothing! him showing her some fun music and teaching her how to dance!

i also really like kurama trying to help yukina understand what romantic love is like so she can understand kuwabara better and figure out if she wants to pursue him (as kurama and yukina are both arospec (and yukina acespec as well), so he knows what its like being confused on the subject, since hieis the only one hes fallen in love with, and it took him a LONG time to realize thats what it was lol).

#hiei is a little mixed up about wishing he could get close to her as easily as kurama does #but ultimately it makes him really happy to see his two favorite people being close #also i think it takes a long while- like years- before yukina finally develops romantic feelings for kuwabara #and i think shed be excited about it bc like she WANTED to return his feelings and get to experience romantic love #but was afraid that perhaps being a koorime made her unable to feel that kind of love #which kurama wanted to comfort her with the fact that hieis also aspec but experiences it for kurama #buuut hiei hasnt told her hes her brother yet so jjgkdjf #kurama instead goes for comforting her that some people simply dont experience attraction #and its not some sort of inevitability brought onto her by her heritage #and some may be hurt or disappointed that they cant feel attraction to people but that doesnt mean they wont be happy #n generally helped her come to terms with it that she may not ever be able to love kuwabara the same way he does her #anyways im just kinda spilling a bunch of thoughts here. basically as kurama- his and yukinas friendship is so important to me #kurama #youko kurama #yukina #kurahi #kazuma kuwabara #...whats yukinas and kuwabaras ship name #kuwakina #? #okay that seems like it yea cool! #yyh #yu yu hakusho

[puranami]

✿ It's The Little Things ✿

A/N: My first time writing! Admittedly I'm very nervous, but also so excited!! Kept it simple with a small headcanon list to start, but I tried to write a decent amount for each point, and I hope that everyone is in character :0 Posting at 4am because I have no control over my life...

Summary: Little relationship things with the Strawhats. Can be interpreted as the anime/manga or the live action version of the character.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji

Content: SFW, G/N reader, slightest hint of angst in Sanji's part, but otherwise, pure unadulterated fluff! ✿

(Part 2 - Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk) (Part 3 - Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer) (Part 4 - Crocodile, Rosinante/Corazon, Doflamingo)

Luffy

✿ He absentmindedly draws shapes on your leg, back, or whatever part of you is there as you sit together, whether you are watching the waves, or listening to one of Usopp's stories. He is almost magnetic in the way he ends up attached to you. If you're not feeling it, he will do his best to keep his hands to himself, but as soon as his focus shifts onto anything else, they're back on you, drawing little clouds and hearts. He tried, he really did!

✿ This bottomless pit inhales food like it's going out of fashion, but, much to the bewilderment of the rest of the crew, he will actually feed you from his plate as he eats, even though you are eating your own food. It may be a case of "1 for you, 5 for me," but it's almost instinctive for him; he's sharing something he's passionate about with you, and making sure that, in his eyes, you are happy, healthy and strong. He values your wellbeing more than food; you are one of the most important things in his life.

✿ Despite how chaotic he is in every aspect of his life, his presence brings you to a state of complete peace, even when he's yelling about whatever currently has his attention. Just knowing he is there comforts you in a way that nothing, and no one else can. As long as Luffy is there, being the same old Luffy he always is, you know everything will be alright in the end, and if it isn't alright, well, it isn't the end yet.

Zoro

✿ He always places a comforting hand on your head when he passes by, or ends up in the same general space as you. It's his version of a hug, a reassuring touch that he is there, and that he's happy to see you. Zoro is very subtle with his affection, at least in public, but even when it's just the two of you, he automatically defaults to the head pat. It comforts him as much as it does you, and the simple action alone conveys his feelings far better than he ever could with words.

✿ You both love silently observing everything going on around you, and it's such a comfortable silence. You just enjoy each others company while watching the world go by, with Zoro also keeping an eye out for any threats, as he does. Sometimes you end up passing silent judgement on what you see, and you have both developed this uncanny ability to gossip without saying a single word. It's honestly unnerving at times, but you are just so familiar with each others micro-expressions that it's second nature.

✿ Insults are terms of endearment. If anyone else called either of you such things, all hell would break loose - swords drawn, blood spilt, bodies hit the floor, the whole song and dance. It actually started out as a form of deflection, with both of you being far too stubborn to admit any feelings were there, even to yourselves; "No, I don't like you, shitstain, I tolerate you." - "Whatever helps you sleep at night, arseface." As you connected though, it just became your thing, and you love seeing who can come up with the funniest insults. Zoro is surprisingly creative in this regard.

Nami

✿ Nami has a habit of fixing your clothes and hair if something is out of place. It can seem overbearing to others, but she knows you appreciate the gesture. She spent years putting up walls to defend herself, and this is a safe way for her to have a little moment alone with you, giving you gentle little touches without revealing to the world just how important you are to her. It is a very grounding experience for both of you, and you end up doing the same for her on the rare occasion that she isn't completely flawless. She may purposely put things out of place so you have the opportunity to fix something too.

✿ She has an eye for the finer things, and loves getting you little trinkets, and especially pieces of jewellery, which often match or pair with hers, like pendants that fit together to make a whole shape, and such. Just don't ask her where she got them; "Shhh, you don't need to worry about that." All that matters is that you now have a tangible connection to each other, no matter how close, or far apart you are.

✿ Another person who relishes in comfortable silence. Of course you love chatting with each other, and often do so later into the night than you intended. Nami is very quick-witted and your shared snark is always so enjoyable! But it's the moments when you are doing your own thing together, basking in the warmth of that closeness that brings the most joy. Every so often, you will share something interesting or amusing, depending on what you're doing, but you always return to that silence. It's very domestic.

Usopp

✿ You both end up in regular fits of giggles, that grow into raucous laughter, before devolving into the sounds of various suffocating wildlife, which only fuels the hilarious fire. He doesn't even have to say anything at times; he just has a look, and as soon as he catches your eye with it, you absolutely lose it. The amount of nonsensical inside jokes you have is absurd in itself.

✿ Ever the storyteller, Usopp will wind down the day with you relaxing under the stars, telling you fantastical stories about the impossible feats of the great 'Captain Usopp.' His creativity and imagination are something you greatly admire, and as much as you try to stay awake to appreciate those qualities, the comfort he brings has you dropping off every time. He'll carry you to bed most nights, but sometimes he can only manage to drag you around like a corpse he's trying to hide, and he'll end up waking you up laughing about it.

✿ You automatically link your little fingers whenever you are close enough to. It doesn't even register half of the time, only realising when you need that hand or try to go your separate ways. When this happens, providing there isn't anything that needs your urgent attention, you like to dramatize your parting, playing up that this is the most painful moment of your lives! "Don't you dare let go, Usopp! We can both make it out of this alive!" - "I'm so sorry, I can't hold on any longer, and I refuse to drag you down with me." - "No! Don't say that!" - "I love you so much, but you need to let me go..." Leading to you unlinking your fingers, and exaggerated fake cries of anguish. It annoys everyone around you immensely.

Sanji

✿ You shamelessly flirt with each other, making everyone around you uncomfortable, groaning at how painful it is. You weren't together when you started playing this romantic game of chicken, giving back everything Sanji threw at you, and then some, but once you figured your feelings out, you actually developed it into a legitimate game where you attempt to be as sickening and obnoxious as possible. If there is no one grimacing, angrily telling you both to pack it in, or simply leaving the room; you aren't flirting enough. There is a points system, and you're currently in the lead. Sanji ends up caving over the things you say, and his brain loses the ability to form words, let alone string them together in a coherent sentence.

✿ Sanji always leaves a drink and a bite to eat for you to wake up to, since he isn't there in person, having to wake up much earlier to prepare the food for the day. Growing up in a restaurant, early starts are just part of his natural rhythm, so it doesn't bother him, but sometimes you try to wake up with him to at least watch the sunrise together, before going back to bed for a couple more hours. He cherishes those mornings, and there is always an extra spring in his step on those days.

✿ He takes every opportunity he can to share a glance and a warm smile, a gentle touch of your hands, or a chaste kiss with you. They are agonisingly brief moments, but Sanji needs them to get him through the day, otherwise he would just cling to you, and neither of you would get anything done! Unknown to you, these moments are also his way of reminding himself that you chose him over everyone else, that he is loved unconditionally, and that he is enough, without having to, in his opinion, burden you with his insecurities. He'll open up to you one day, and you will be able to give him verbal affirmations along with everything else~

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #luffy x reader #luffy x you #zoro x reader #zoro x you #nami x reader #nami x you #usopp x reader #usopp x you #sanji x reader #sanji x you #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #god usopp #blackleg sanji

[cockslutpadalecki]

Into The Woods

Summary: Dean doesn't want just any old location to propose to his long-term girlfriend, but his list is soon whittled down to nothing as none of them "feel right" and it takes hunting down a monster to finally stumble across the perfect spot.

Characters: Dean Winchester x F!Reader.

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: brief mention of killing monsters, mostly fluff.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

You feel like you’ve been trekking behind Dean for hours. Your feet are sore from the poor choice of sneakers, sweat is pooling in crevices you didn’t know existed, and your head is pounding from what you think is dehydration, yet Dean insists you keep going every time you have to stop, coaxing you to continue.

“C’mon baby, we’re almost there.”

“Only a little way to go now.”

After the third or fourth faux promise that fails to lead anywhere except to more trees and undergrowth, you snap, refusing to go any further, and slump down onto a log. Dean rushes back to your resting place, dropping to his knees as you take a swig of lukewarm water from the battered bottle in your rucksack.

“Don’t stop now,” he pleads with a mock pout, “we’re nearly there.”

“You’ve said that twice already,” you take another gulp of water, “and yet here we are. Still walking.”

He brings a hand up, sweeping damp tendrils of hair from your forehead. “I promise, it’s only a couple of hundred metres through those trees.”

You squint dubiously. “You sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” he smiles. “Dean Winchester’s promises are sacred, aren’t they?”

“Hm.” You’re still not entirely convinced. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Slipping the bottle back into your rucksack, you slowly rise to your feet as Dean follows suit.

“That’s my girl,” he says proudly when you stride past him, pure determination in your gait.

“Don’t ‘that’s my girl’ me!” you yell over your shoulder, missing Dean’s wide grin as his heart begins thudding excitedly in his chest.

-

I knew it was the spot from the moment my mind was no longer pre-occupied on slaying the shapeshifter now dead at my feet. It may be a macabre place to bring my girlfriend for what could be the most important question of our lives, but in the line of work that we’re in, every spot is tainted in one way or another.

Once I got my breath back and holstered my weapon, I took in the surroundings— the way the sun broke through the redwoods, all of its rays focusing on a fallen tree, its root laid out like a perfect resting spot. Like a spotlight trained on its lead as they sang of love and heartbreak. As I trampled through the dried up leaves scattering the forest floor, the woodland gave way to a clearing which suddenly dropped out from under my feet. The view that followed was inexplicable.

Hard to put something into words when you don’t have the vocabulary to give it even an ounce of justice. It reminded me of her immediately.

She would be at home in the bunker, no doubt curled up in the library, her nose deep in a book. Just the thought of her brow furrowing a little as she concentrates makes me smile to myself, suddenly wishing she was here to appreciate this view with her own eyes.

I’d been wanting to show her my level of commitment for months, but no matter how hard I tried— with Sam’s help of course, Mr Romance himself— to figure out the perfect place to do it, nothing ever felt right. The restaurant where we had our first date? Too cheesy. The bar where we had our first drunken kiss? Too sleazy.

I even considered taking her back home where I saved her life, but I realised that even with the new memories to replace the old— the thought of going back there always haunted her. I loved her too much to make her relive that night, even if it meant coming away from the trip with the subtle silver band still burning a hole in my pocket, and not where I want it to be— snug around her finger. The nightmares and PTSD that would surely follow her back to the bunker wouldn’t be worth it just so I could call her my fiance.

Her needs would, and always will, surpass my own. And I wanted something unexpected.

I’d just about given up when the call came about a supposed shapeshifter roaming the woods of Topeka, and I set off with Sam in tow to kill it. I didn’t give my rising anxiety about the proposal a second thought until the sight of the sun setting beyond the mountain side suddenly shifted it into focus.

The peace that came with watching the oranges and reds dilute the inky black of night was something I don’t think I ever felt before, and as I watched the sun disappear behind the granite rock— knowing she would’ve loved to see the exquisite view herself, I knew I had found it.

-

“Just up ahead,” Dean calls from behind you when you pause to check your location, “past the large redwood.”

You slink past it, turning into a clearing on your right as Dean instructed. The sun is still hot despite its slow descent behind the rock face, and as you hear Dean’s footsteps crunching in the leaves behind you, you move further into the wide, open space.

“What do you think?” he asks, sidling up beside you, his fingers gently entwining with yours.

“It’s... stunning.” You're almost breathless at the view in front of you, the lake and slice of town spread out below, its occupants none the wiser to the couple staring down at its beauty from the mountain top.

“Told you,” Dean smiles, watching you glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

“This is what you wanted to show me?” 

“Well yeah,” Dean confirms, feeling a little disheartened by your lack of enthusiasm for the picturesque view. He turns on the spot and begins to step away. Maybe this isn’t the place after all. Maybe he should just take you back to that sleazy bar and be done with it. “Y’know, just forget it. Let’s go back to the car.”

Your hand reaches out for his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “I am not trekking through a forest for an hour just to spend five minutes here.”

“But you don’t like it.”

“Did I say that?”

“Well no, but-”

“-there’s clearly something about this place that’s important to you, Dean,” you say, “tell me about it.”

“Well, you remember a few weeks ago I came here to hunt that shifter.”

“Yeah...”

“This is where I killed it.”

“Okay,” your eyes narrow as your mouth draws out the word, scrunching up your nose. “Is this like, some kind of new fetish you wanna try out? Some weird kinky sex thing?”

“No, no! Nothing like that,” Dean hurries, pulling you over to the fallen tree root and sits you down. He takes a deep breath. “After I killed it, I noticed the view... the sun setting somehow made me feel at peace, and I suddenly couldn’t wait to share it with you. In fact,” he pauses to rummage in his pocket, and hears you suck in a sharp breath, “it made me realise I want to see all of my sunrises and sunsets with you.”

He glances down for a split second to make sure the ring is displayed correctly, not missing the open-mouthed gasp that comes from your lips.

“Oh my god-”

“Will you do me the honour of being my wife?”

***

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction

[everything-fine-n-peachy]

when daffodils bloom (h.rj)

pairings: huang renjun x reader genre: fluff (hbd baobei hihi) summary: your typical highschool nerds find a way to express their love for each other in the way they know best, very shy rj and kinda dense y/n

Renjun knew you had high standards. He expected nothing less after sharing all his honors classes with you for the last five years in high school. You even showed him a list you kept in your school journal, pointing at each item to explain why it was necessary. For example, you swore that the average shelf in a common household was just beyond the reach of someone like you, who stood at five foot three. Therefore, you needed someone at least five foot ten or taller to help you grab items on the top level.  

three inches, Renjun thought, he was below your standard by just three inches. 

This is exactly why he never found the courage to confess his feelings. Sure, he was the smartest guy in his class and it wasn’t like there weren’t other girls he could pursue, but there was just something special about you. He’d lost count of the amount of times Chenle had nagged at him to just come clean or give up all together. The thing is, Renjun may be a Math whiz but he was also really terrible at expressing himself. 

So he settles for giving you his reviewers. As in, only you. Whenever his friends would complain about how you didn’t need an extra hand in your academics, Renjun would wave them off and say you’d exchange top secret study notes anyway, nothing special. 

On the contrary, he would work tirelessly making sure he’d get all the right topics and jot them down in his careful handwriting, spending hours at a time before handing you a copy. 

And you were completely oblivious. 

To you, Renjun was your confidant, someone who could understand the many pressures of growing up in a family with high expectations. You thought he was way too handsome to look your way and always insisted to everyone who teased you that he was just a nice guy. 

On the days when you had Math tournaments to attend and missed class, he would be the one you’d run to for notes. Which is why you never stop to think that it was ever special treatment. 

That was until Giselle came sulking one day at lunch, begging you to lend her a copy of Renjun’s notes. 

“I told you already, I did ask Jeno if he had them but he told me that Renjun ever only gives them to you,” she whined. 

“That sounds a little far fetched now don’t you think?” You pause for a second contemplating the possibility of Renjun actually having feelings for you. It was absurd. 

“Well, notes aside, don’t you notice how he always likes to hang around you?” 

"That's just cause we have the same advanced electives," you counter.

"Okay how about, that time when he stayed behind while you sorted out responsibilities as homeroom representative? That' definitely counts for something since he belongs to a different homeroom class plus it was a Friday."

You take a thoughtful bite out of your sandwich.

am I really that dense?

The truth was you always thought he was handsome. You’ve just always been drawn to the more athletic type that your friends all fantasized about. 

A quick mental run down of your list makes you smile to yourself. He was top of his class (intelligent), could tolerate his chaotic circle of friends (patient), always willing to tutor struggling classmates (kind), and was very generous except with his reviewers. 

Did he still need to be five foot ten to be a guy you liked? 

After the bell rings Renjun returns to his classroom to find the reviewer he’d given you last week on his desk. You left a little post-it on the front with a message that read, 

thanks for the special subscription thinking of going premium…not just for the notes though :)  we can discuss terms over coffee this afternoon

Renjun bites his lip to hide his stupid grin. It’s no use when his friends have been peeking from behind, yelling and shoving each other over their friend’s newfound love life. He covers his face in embarrassment, more than anything else because Yangyang and Chenle are obnoxiously shrieking and making a scene. 

Whatever the case, he sits in class distracted for the first time. He thinks the entire English lesson probably went over his head, but it was a small matter. You asked him out. Given, it was likely to turn into a study date. Then again, studying is always better when it’s with you. 

#nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #renjun x reader #huang renjun x reader #renjun imagine #renjun scenario #renjun fluff #nct x reader #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct fluff #happy renjun day

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hi may I have hcs of a reader who pretty much makes it their mission to flustered ganyu, hutao and yae miko?

Them with a reader that tries to make them flustered

Characters: Ganyu/Hu Tao/Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Holy- This request is a couple of months old at this point, so I’m really sorry it took me so long. I always planned on writing this one, but never came around to actually do it. Now that I think about it, there are a couple of other older requests still sitting in my inbox, so I’ll at least try to finish a few of them.

Hu Tao’s part *might* be a bit ooc since I didn’t want to make her part too similar to Yae’s part and tried something a bit different.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ganyu

Generally speaking, flustering Ganyu was about as easy as closing your eyes, something made much easier by the fact that just winking at her from across a room would often be enough to redden her face at least slightly. And while there were situations in which getting the intended reaction was much more difficult, most notably whenever she was focused on work, you were sure that you’d find a way to make her blush if you actually wanted to.

It wasn’t every day that you got to meet Ganyu at work before lunchbreak, actually meaning that it had never happened before due to the two of you working for different Qixing. So, when you heard a knock on your office door one day, only to her to enter afterwards, calling your reaction surprised would have been most befitting.

“Hello Ganyu, I didn’t expect you to come and pay me a visit at my office. Do you need something, or did you miss me too much to wait until lunch?”, you asked after jumping up from your chair, adding the last part as a small joke while putting on a small smile, feeling even more happy about seeing her, once you saw her face heat up in response.

“Ah- no. I mean yes, I need something- but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t miss you, just that I didn’t miss you that much- no wait”, Ganyu somewhat stumbled over her answer, not being able to stop herself from correcting herself, only to make it worse with each sentence.

Seeing her react the way she did made you want to pepper her face in kisses, there were barely any sights you’d consider coming even near to the same level of cuteness, so while you knew that Ganyu definitely wouldn’t object to the idea of never having to go through such an experience ever again, you couldn’t help but try to fluster her whenever possible. Sure, there were times even you wouldn’t think about doing so, mostly when around other people, even if you weren’t too sure if that was because you wanted to spare her from embarrassing herself in front of others, or because you didn’t want to share the sight with anyone else.

“Don’t worry Ganyu, I know exactly what you were meaning. I actually missed you as well”, you assured her, instantly managing to calm her back down, only for her to remember the papers in her hand and show them to you.

“Oh, that’s right. I nearly forgot”, she exclaimed before returning to the actual reason she came over, only for you to smile and nod, all the while planning how to fluster her next.

Hu Tao

Once you had been a victim of Hu Tao’s pranks like any other, the only exception being her giving you “special treatment”, a nice sounding term actually just describing how she’d put extra work into her pranks on you, resulting in them being “much better” than other’s. So, when you accidentally found out how easy it was for you to fluster her, both of you realised that you wouldn’t be defenceless any longer.

While you were fully aware that Hu Tao was most likely about to pull a prank on you the moment you entered her office, having asked you to meet her in it just a half an hour ago, you still opened the door, only to find yourself semi-surprised to find out that nothing happened, the room being completely empty. You were no idiot though, so it wasn’t like you were suddenly thinking you were safe, still knowing that she was probably hiding and waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and while you could have just started actively searching for her, you instead decided to sit down in her chair, pretending to look around her desk.

“Oh, is that a poem?”, you wondered out loud just enough to be sure that she heard you, wherever she was hiding. While Hu Tao writing poetry was nothing new to you, the prankster sometimes reading you one or two out loud in an attempt to embarrass you with how overly cheesy she made them sound, your recent found of a whole other stash of love poetry composed by her was somewhat of a surprise, and while you had stopped reading them the moment you realised what you had discovered, you couldn’t help but hope that weaponizing them would succeed in countering her ambush.

Almost immediately, you were greeted by the sight of the Funeral Parlour’s Director stumbling out of a nearby closet, only for her to let out a silent sigh of relief when she recognised the paper in your hands. “Heya, I was just cleaning out the closets, so sorry for not letting you into the room, although entering an office without receiving permission is rather rude, don’t you think so?”, she pretended as if nothing weird had happened, putting on an unusually nervous smile only for you to shoot her a much more amused one.

“Oh, sorry. I thought it was okay, since you asked me to meet you in here”, you answered innocently, only to put the paper back where you found it. “And don’t worry about letting me wait, I was just passing my time by reading this love poem I found”, you joked, causing Hu Tao’s cheeks to heat up for a moment before she realised what you were trying to do, putting on her usual smile as she let out a small chuckle.

“Oya? Do you think I would be that easy to fool? I don’t keep any love poetry in my office”, she answered confidently, only to suddenly remember that she had an important meeting once she heard your response.

“So, you keep love poetry at home?”

Yae Miko

While no one with half a brain cell would even attempt to try and fluster Yae, knowing very well that it would backfire immensely, you were nothing if not overly confident in your ability to actually succeed one day, even if it cost you your ego.

And while the Guuji found amusement in countering you in the beginning, causing you to turn into the victim before you even had the chance to unleash your plan, her goal quickly shifted, causing her to not interrupt you, her curiosity about what you hoped to get her flustered with winning out against her instincts to turn the table on you.

While you couldn’t remember exactly how long you were already sitting on one of the many stairs of the Narukami shrine, writing ideas in your small notebook before crossing them out just as quickly, it was more than long enough to get completely focussed on it, ignoring almost everything else around you. The shrine stood almost entirely empty, most guests having long returned to the nearby festival after visiting for a prayer and many shrine maidens having followed them, causing you to only rarely get interrupted.

“What are you sitting here so solemnly for? Are you writing me a love poem or something?”, Yae’s voice somewhat caught you off-guard, making you turn your head towards her as you watched her approach you with her usual smile.

“Not today, I’m trying to think of a new plan on how to make you blush”, you answered matter-of-factly, not letting yourself any time to overthink your words before returning to writing down ideas.

“Oh, how straight-forward of you, that almost succeeded”, she stated with a chuckle, only for you to look at her once again, this time with a hopeful look.

“Really?”, you asked, only to focus back on your notebook when you saw her smile disappear within an instant.

“No.”

“Thought so, it would have been too easy”, you responded disappointed before crossing out another idea, causing Yae—who at this point stood almost next to you—to take a look at your notebook.

“Are those supposed to make me flustered?”, Yae asked after scanning the page, not finding any of your plans particularly embarrassing, her tone immediately making you scribble over most of the remaining ideas.

“Thinking of something is more difficult than I expected, especially since you’re resistant to all of them”, you muttered out frustrated before putting the notebook down and letting out a sigh.

“Well, feel free to try them out whenever you want. I’m looking forward to it”, she stated with an amused smile, only to pat you on the back and returning to the shrine.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #ganyu x you #ganyu x y/n #ganyu x reader #ganyu #ganyu imagines #hu tao x you #hu tao imagines #hu tao #hu tao x reader #hu tao x y/n #yae miko imagines #yae miko x y/n #yae miko x you #yae miko #yae miko x reader

[kokomochi]

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧

"𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙝?"

suffering from a terminal illness- l/n y/n takes it upon herself to complete her little list before her time runs out. what she thought was a journey for one, turned into an adventure with roppongi's haitani ran

04. stealing is a crime we don't care about MASTERLIST

after their little chaotic 'smoke session', l/n y/n wanted to cross at least two more out of her list- and seeing as the night is still young and his younger brother hasn't messaged him for help, haitani ran agreed as long as it doesn't need much work.

the male wasn't too worried on what she had in mind even though he had a peek inside her notebook of dreams, he knew that even she had her own limits and prayed to whoever was listening that she'll pick something easy like eating.

speaking of eating- he was pretty hungry and wished that she'd just hurry up so that he can go visit his usual ramen stall for a quick meal.

lazy purple eyes stared at her figure as he leaned on the cold surface of his motorcycle, ready to take them to wherever she had in mind and finish the night. it may not look obvious to the naked eye of many- but this was the first time that the male was about to take a girl out on a ride on his beloved bike.

safe for what happened yesterday, it was true that the older of the haitani brother's never had any other girls ride his bike or any bike in general with him being the driver- either they were too scared to approach him or he'd scare them away because he never wanted to be in their annoying presence ever again.

and now that y/n's in front of him- he knew that he needed to get his shit together and not embarrass himself like what rindou did a couple months before, poor guy tripped on his own shoes because he wanted to impress this girl that he saw.

it's not like ran wanted to impress y/n, no- it was just because he needed to uphold on his reputation as a top delinquent. and what if some unwanted onlookers saw him do something embarrassing in front of her?

then the word that the all mighty haitani ran had made a fool of himself in front of a girl nonetheless will spread through the streets and people would mock him- stupid ones that is because who dares mock him just like that?

what if she falls during their ride? or what if his palms get sweaty and the bike'll swerve and crash? then it's his fault.

gah! so many things can go wrong tonight and it will all be his fault because he looks like the more responsible one out of the both of them- he just knew that the officers would mistake the (h/c) haired girl as a kid, he just knows it.

the dual hair colored male was snapped out his trance when he heard a small gasp of excitement from her, focusing on her figure as she bounded up to him with a smile on her face.

"i'm hungry."

"and? what do you want me to do with it?" is this seriously the girl that he was willing to help out? is it too late to go back because he really is desperate at this point.

if only ran knew what he got himself into then he would've been standing here right now- she should've came with a terms of service for him to read honestly because the (h/c) haired girl is just too much for him to handle.

"and? let's go rob a fucking store or something!" and he stands corrected- she is the most ecstatic and unreadable person that he had ever come across to in his entire eighteen years of existence.

purple eyes looked down at her in judgement, making y/n glare at him for not sticking to his words. he did agree that he was to help out in completing her bucket list and that list included robbing a store- plus she was hungry so it's a win win situation if you ask her.

"i'm hungry and one item on my list is to rob a store- either that or we'll scam a fancy restaurant after eating all of their expensive shits."

"i really don't understand how your mind works, but yeah let's do it."

ran did want to have some thrill in his life that doesn't endanger him- and robbing a simple family mart seems tamed enough for them to do and pull off, unless she plans on robbing that one expensive food mart then count him out.

first he had to worry about her getting in an accident, now he worries about the two of them getting caught and possibly paying for the stuff that the (h/c) haired girl stole with no money on them- great.

it may seem uncharacteristic for the male to worry about simple tasks like robbing a grocery store but not worried if he had killed someone in a middle of a brawl- but that's just ran being ran, always worries about the simplest things out there.

with a hefty sigh, he got on his bike and gestured for her to follow- handing her a spare helmet that he had lying around on his motorcycle compartment that made y/n raise a brow at him.

"wear that just in case you get thrown off the bike on our way there. wouldn't want myself to have a murder case under my name now do i?" the female let out a sarcastic chuckle before mounting the bike behind him, arms immediately looping around his waist.

this made the dual hair colored male to look behind him with a brow raised in wonder, silently asking for her to take it off or there will be problems. y/n merely shrugged, adjusting herself in the seat for a more comfortable position with a sigh.

"you said that you didn't want any murder case under your name- so if i hold onto you to avoid myself from flying off, you'd be clear right? and you didn't complain about it last night so suck it up braid head and let's go."

now, haitani ran and his brother weren't the most religious people out there- but right now he was praying to every available god to lend him their patience to last through the night.

giving her a fake, stiff smile- the male kicked the stand off and immediately zoomed out of there just to scare the living daylights out of the girl sitting behind him.

that should teach her a lesson, right?

well, instead of listening to her freaked out screams and pleads of slowing down because her heart can't take it- he couldn't believe his ears when she let out an enjoyed hoot like she was having the time of her life.

through the rear view mirror, purple eyes studied the smile that was etched on her face- eyes scrunched in glee as the two drove through the now empty streets of the city, which was pretty understandable because it was already midnight and everyone's asleep by now.

there was something about her that ran couldn't pinpoint exactly what is was, but something was telling him that this girl right here was someone that he should definitely keep to his side. which was a ridiculous thought if you ask him- he already has rindou to help him rule over roppongi, why else would he need another extra with him?

eh, who knows at this point- maybe it was just his hungry mind talking, nothing like a good cup of ramen should shape him back.

with a final glance at her, he trained his eyes at the road right in front of him and speed through red lights and possible undercover cop cars- basking in each others presence in nothing but silence.

he knew that he shouldn't have joined her on this little stunt- knew that he should've just turned around and went back home to avoid being caught in problematic situations like they are in right now.

their feet carried them aimlessly through the maze that people would call an alleyway, sharply turning through random corners as the sounds of the guard dogs and the shop owner disappeared from behind them- indicating that they finally lost their hunters.

ran sighed, hair sticking in his forehead as he leaned on the brick wall to regain his breath- never expecting to have a taste of p.e that he usually avoided whenever he's in school.

the sounds of heavy breathing and chip bags falling to the ground made him lazily peer at the exhausted girl in front of him, hands on her knees as she took in deep breaths with a small grin etched on her features.

"that was... fucking awesome!" y/n tiredly raised her fist up, fist bumping with the air as she had on a triumphant look on her face that made the dual haired color male question her sanity.

the both of them just got chased by vicious guard dogs and an armed store owner- and she still had the energy to look like she had just won in a marathon.

his attention was taken back when a bag of chips was thrown right at his face, thanking his quick reflex as he managed to catch the snack before it can even hit his well cared face.

the (h/c) haired girl was already busy snacking on her share on the snacks, sitting down on her bag as she looked at him with a goofy smile on her face that made ran wanted to just leave the girl out here for the owners to pick up.

"thank you for that, we got our snacks and burned some calories to fit these babies in our bodies- talk about multitasking."

he was too tired to argue, back sliding down on the cold bricks as he opened his own chips- crunching on the salty snacks as his eyes stayed trained on the female's figure.

"how many more?" this made y/n look at him, brows raised in wonder as she swallowed the remaining chips inside of their bag.

"huh?"

"your stupid list, how many more are there?" she let out a small 'oh', standing up just to take out the small notebook of hers and began flipping through its pages with a concentrated look on her face.

"there were a hundred a one... we completed about six... there's ninety-four things left on my list!"

haitani ran was never the type of kid to attend any of his classes- especially math and science. but the female's math made him question whether or not who really was the smarter one here, a clinic assistant or a delinquent?

"if we've got ninety-four left, then we should've finished seven not six."

"oh that? i counted one out of the list- so it's just a hundred now." he hummed, listening to the plastic chip bag scrunching as she opened another stolen goods for her own pleasure.

ninety-four more, they should be able to finish everything just before the spring season ends. if they were to save the chaotic and complicated one for last- then they should complete everything just before the deadline.

but you know, even though the older of the haitani brothers got tired out and was dragged into such shenanigans- he wasn't against going through tonights adventure with her again. there was something about the (h/c) haired girl that enticed him, like a pusher to his drugs.

and if they do manage to finish everything before the summer season starts, then maybe he would create his own little list for them to accomplish until autumn- or even until the next spring season comes.

#haitani ran #ran haitani #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran x you #x you #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev

[xneontragedyx]

Could my ex ever love me again?

Yes, especially if you let him go, you have to give him enough time and space for him to feel your loss, that's the only way he can regret it.

If he has made a decision and asked to cut you out of his life, you will have to respect and let him do it. The more you chase him or beg, it will only make him feel helpless and frustrated.

So let him go and focus on yourself and your happiness, become the best version of you. This will give you the best odds of him coming back.

Giving him time and space will help not only him, it will help you too. There is always the possibility that he will not come back, and the silence from him will help you heal.

Focus on your mental health and your general health.

One day he might come back but don't wait for him.

For 5 years I was asking the same thing about my ex-fiance who strung me along as friends with benefits up until I was slammed with the truth really late. Of course this is me screenshotting my lyrics from Spotify. It pretty much talks about being fooled into trusting that the person is doing the right thing in the relationship at all times and that there are a genuine catch. But in reality they're bashing you the whole time and sleeping with other people and paying them and bringing them into the apartment that you guys both share. And yes we were in a long-term relationship. Mind blown. I'm not saying that our situation is similar but I want to let you know that I wish I wasn't hoping or strung along or gas lit or manipulated into believing a reality that was not the truth. I honestly thought I found my person, but I was very wrong. I know if you have deep feelings for this person and your memories and your nostalgia won't seem to go away,, that's fine you can learn to accept that but don't wait around all day just waiting for the moment for them to come back around. I didn't see my ex for a year and a half and then he showed it back in my life and I was so happy and that he did and then…he liked his freedom a lot but he still wanted to play with me and my emotions probably for an Ego Boost. If you just come by you have to ask yourself why is it cuz he missed you or is it because he's lonely and couldn't replace you. Because you don't want to be that person that gets strung along up until they officially moved on. Yep, he found somebody and was completely rude to me standoffish yelled at me to move on already and that he's been moved on. the true colors really showed as soon as he found his person. I just don't want you to have to put up with any crap in hopes of a happy ending with the person that you're choosing to wait for.

n.

I wouldn't wait,why wait on someone that ghosts and causes aniety,that us far from love

Ghodting should be declared a crime seriously

I agree with you Amrita.

Facts

I walked away because I was sik n tired of being treated like a door mat.nothing I did was good enough..but everyone else was a hero.well now I am my own Hero and being away from her couldn't feel better.

P s I do hope she finds happiness..just leaves me alone.

Mostt certain….. LOL 😂

How do you check if your identity is being used?

If you block someone on their cell phone, will they be able to see that you blocked them or will it just show "blocked"?

What is the reason to leave if you only stalk the person you left?

How do you check if your identity is being used?

Is it possible for someone to have never been stalked? What factors may contribute to this?

How can I talk to my boyfriend and tell him I'm not okay with him talking about different girls right in front of my face or when he's ignoring me?

Someone blocked me on Instagram. I can't search for her profile. But I can see her on the following list of a public profile. Why is that?

What are some signs that a guy may feel threatened by someone?

[anoddopal]

Had some Star Wars thoughts as of late. 😔

Grand Admiral Th.rawn has been one of my F/Os for 5+ years. He’s a very important character to me, despite me not posting a lot about him on this blog.

The relationship between him and my S/I is one of the (previously mentioned) pairings that was fleshed out verbally/offsite with an individual who is no longer in my life.

Since he’s going to be featured in A.hsoka- the follow up show to Rebels- this August, I figured I should try to work on healing from the negative impact that stems from thinking about this particular selfship of mine… and even SW in general. So, it’s time to come up with new ideas; to create positive memories that will soothe over old ones.

I’ve started making headway. For instance, my S/I used to be Opal, but as of late last year she was reimagined as Bonn (the same person tbh, she’s just a space bunny now).

I still have a lot to work out as far as how their relationship begins. Starting from scratch in this regard has been a bit daunting to figure out. Th.rawn and Bonn, once established, make for a multifaceted couple. There are older posts explaining them a bit more HERE and HERE. ❤️‍🩹 Of course there’s a lot more to be said, but the linked posts are a very basic gist of how they work. All I know for sure at the moment is that they meet at a traveling art exhibit on Coru.scant; some time before he’s of Grand Admiral status.

Another point of contention is to work out what will happen once he has returned.

In the original storyline that came about, we went waaaaaaay off the tracks to compose our own silly agenda. Heh. “Canon defiant” with many “artistic liberties” are the best terms to describe it. ⬇️

After Th.rawn was yoinked into unknown space Bonn joined the rebel cause. She wanted to keep herself and children safe (two fankids that may be retconned at this point in time, or they may only apply to AU settings), so she thought the best way to do so was blend in with the organization that her husband had been at war against for so many years. Bonn never (and will never) believed in the ideals of The Empire. And since she was in the throes of depression after Th.rawn disappeared, the Rebels gave her an opportunity to put her mind and talents to use in a bid for the greater good.

The headcanon world ended with a sort of “happily ever after” theme. Five years after the fall of The Empire, Th.rawn (and E.zra too!) would be located and return home safely. Honestly writing too many more details is emotionally difficult for me to process, so I’ll just say everything works out: emotional reunion, Bonn and Th.rawn retire away to Naboo to raise their family, rest of SW canon progresses like it would, blah blah blah.

I’m still considering sticking to a lot of the elements mentioned above and using them to create a Happy Ending AU!

But as for working off of what will become canon in the coming months…?

I suppose I’ll just have to see what Disney has in store. Something tells me I’ll be taking a bit of a canon-derivative path regardless. One thing I know for certain is that Bonn and Th.rawn will be reunited before the series begins. Th.rawn is an individual who possesses loyalty as a favorable trait- and while that loyalty is deeply rooted in his career, it extends to his wife as well. Bonn would be one of the first to know when he returned from the great unknown. Of course, this would make for a conflict of interest if Bonn had dedicated her life to the Rebels by then… so for now, all I can say for certain that she went into hiding. Maybe she helps the cause in small, subtle ways that allow her to continue to stay off the grid. ;n;

Thanks for listening to my rambling… I have more thoughts, but this is all I have the bandwidth to share for now. ✌️❤️‍🩹

#S/I: Bonn #artistic admiral husband

[slasherhaven]

Hello! I adore your blog so much! Just a quick question, are you planning on doing part2 of 'Disruptive', Thomas x reader hc? Maybe reader finds out what happend to Ian and Cecilia (those were the names, right?)

Thomas Hewitt X Reader

Part 1 HERE

Disruptive Part 2:

Luda May had tried to shield you from the fate of your friends but you knew what was happening as soon as you heard Hoyt's gun go off. She held you as you cried, both from the feelings of betrayal and from the violence taking place outside.

She had continued to comfort you during the days following their deaths, shushing you and reassuring you. She had tried to get Thomas to see you, to take her role in comforting you, but he had refused each time. He was sure that you wouldn't ever want to look at him again, never mind be comforted by him. So, he took to avoiding you, assuming Luda May would bring you more comfort than anything else could.

Everything had happened so fast but you had managed to wrap your head around the main points and come to terms with them. Ian and Cecilia were dead, the family that you were now living with had killed them.

It was scary at first but the family never seemed to wish you any harm, Luda May always assured you of that. Even Hoyt refrained from threatening you or scaring you, apparently he hadn't been fond of your friends but had no real problem with you since you had been the polite one. Still, neither he or Monty went out of their way to make you feel particularly welcome.

In the end, you couldn't say you mourned your ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend all that much, considering the betrayal they had committed. More than anything, you had been afraid about what your time in the house would mean for you. But...it had never meant you any harm, and you believed they would continue to welcome you in their home.

Luda May had apologised for your loss, apologised for what the family did but assured you that you were safe here. She had also asked you not to blame Tommy.

Some time passed and the family trusted you to move freely around the residence. You were still polite and undeservingly kind to the family, helping with chores and assimilating with the family relatively easily. You were a welcomed addition in everyone's eyes.

Still, Thomas was avoiding you and you had become highly aware of it. Now that everything had calmed down, you could notice the lack of the large man in every room you walked into. At first you thought it was a coincidence, now you were certain he was avoiding you on purpose.

Despite wishing that Thomas wouldn't keep avoiding you, you hadn't had much chance to confront him about it. At least, until today.

The house was pretty quiet and you were in the kitchen, having just finished some chores when you glanced out of the window. From your position at the window, you could see Thomas outside by the collection of cars. Hoyt must have asked him to strip down the newest car, the car you had arrived in.

You smiled to yourself, determined to take the chance to speak with him. Grabbing a chilled glass from the tray, you hurried outside and skipped down the steps.

It reminded you of a graveyard, cars in various states of distress lined up in the field. Some stripped down to their frames, others barely touched but parts rusting away.

"Thomas" you spoke as you approached him, getting his attention since his back was to you. You bit back a small laugh when he jumped and turned to face you, clearly surprised by your presence.

"It's hot, I thought you would like a drink" you offered as you held out the glass of freshly made iced lemonade.

He looked a little suspicious of your offer at first but his face soon softened before he took the glass from you.

He tensed some more when he realised what he had been doing as you approached. He glanced back at the before, looking nervously at you before hanging his head.

Even though he didn't say anything, it was like you could read his mind. He was worried that you would be upset about him stripping your car for parts.

"Don't worry. It was Ian's car, you can do whatever you want with it" you assured him with a small shrug, lazily kicking the flat tyre as if to further your point.

Thomas nodded, relaxing slightly, before drinking from the glass that you had so generously provided him.

You rocked back and forth on your feet for a moment as it fell silence, feeling a little awkward and sensing the tension in the air.

"Have you been avoiding me?" you finally asked, deciding there was no point dancing around the subject.

Thomas just shifted his weight, unsure of how to answer. He could be honest and say 'yes', but he knew that would sound rude, and surely you wanted him to avoid you. Or he could lie and say 'no', but he didn't want to lie to you and he knew you already knew the truth.

"It's alright if you have, I get it" you reassured him, not wanting him to feel guilty for it. "Just stop, okay?...I'm not mad at you and...and I miss you" you confessed, noticing how his eyes widened slightly at your words.

How could you miss him? You had only known him for a day before he started avoiding you. He supposed the only real company you had now was Luda May, so maybe...that was why you 'missed' him. He couldn't wrap his head around you having forgiven him and wanting to have him around.

"I have to get back before Luda May finds me gone but stop avoiding me, okay?" you spoke again when he didn't really respond.

This time, Thomas nodded, making you smile before running back towards the house. Thomas smiled to himself as he watched you run back into the house, hoping that you really had meant it and he wouldn't have to avoid you any more.

Thomas was true to his word and stopped avoiding you. Conversations should have been a little awkward but you found any silences comfortable and you kept the conversation flowing. He didn't talk, you had learnt that for sure now, but he listened intently and always responded in what ways he could.

Now, you spent more time with him that any other Hewitt. Now, he did the opposite of avoiding you. He was always around, seeking you out just for your friendly company.

You were thankful for those developments but a new concern was worming its way into your mind. Even when he wasn't around, you were thinking about him, you couldn't wait until you saw him again. Whenever he was around, you would smile, practically giddy to be around him again.

Could you be developing feelings for Thomas?

From the first day you met him, defending him behind the gas station, you had thought he was sweet. You had also found him attractive, tall with broad shoulders and strong arms. God, you wondered what those arms would feel like wrapped around you.

You could never make out all of his facial features because of his mask but you could see his eyes. Oh, how you adored his eyes. They were expressive and beautiful. You wanted to tell him that whenever you could see him doubting himself.

You wondered if he would ever take his mask off around you, if he would ever let you see his face. You had heard from Luda May that he had some sort of skin condition and that was what he was hiding, but you didn't care. You just wanted to see him...maybe he would even let you k-

"I'm so glad you and Thomas are talking again" Luda May's voice brought you out of your thoughts, reminding you of where you were. You were in the kitchen, helping cook supper, but had completely zoned out with thoughts of Thomas.

"He's a good boy and he likes you, he's just a little shy" she smiled to herself. She obviously loved Thomas and it did make you smile, it was sweet.

You sighed and you collected yourself, practically deflating as you pushed away the thoughts about Thomas. Yes, you could be honest with yourself, you had developed a crush on Thomas but it surely didn't matter. You doubted he returned your feelings, even despite how highly Luda May claimed he thought of you.

"It's alright, he was just worried about everything that happened..." you cleared your throat, hoping she hadn't seen the change in expression on your face. You didn't feel like being questioned about it right now. "Do you want me to come to the gas station with you tomorrow?" you asked, changing the subject. You didn't like the idea of her walking down there on her own.

"No, that's alright, dear. Hoyt is going to drive me up" Luda May assured you and you nodded. "I'll ask Tommy to help you out with some chores tomorrow, I'm sure he won't mind helping" she offered.

"Oh, I'm sure I can handle it" you shook your head, able to handle some clean up on your own.

"Trust me, dear, Tommy will be happy to help" she insisted, giving you a knowing look.

You were sure she knew something you didn't, but you couldn't question her about it because Thomas had walked into the room, making you both look back at him.

"Hey Tommy, we're almost done with supper" you told him with a smile.

"Would you help Y/n clean up after breakfast tomorrow?" Luda May asked and Thomas nodded without hesitation.

"Thank you, Tommy" you smiled at him. You tried to hide it but Luda caught the light blush on your cheeks as you turned back to the task at hand.

The next morning, Thomas kept his promise. Hoyt was taking Luda May to the gas station, Monty was passed out in front of the television, and Thomas had come to help you clean up in the kitchen. Well, he was supposed to be helping but he was basically doing it all, not letting you help when you tried.

He had been working in a comfortable silence for a while, as your mind ran while. You watched him work, watching the muscles of his back moving under his shirt, smiling at him whenever he glanced over his shoulder at you.

Sometimes you thought he might return some of your feelings but then your newfound insecurities would show their ugly faces. You used to be so confident in yourself, able to take rejection with understanding, it wouldn't shake you. But now you doubted yourself, now you couldn't stand the idea of Thomas not thinking you were enough.

You sat on the kitchen table, where Thomas had placed you and silently ordered you to stay making you laugh, and anxiously picked at the wood with your nails.

"Thomas?" you finally spoke, making him look at you. "Do I talk too much?" you asked. Ian had believed you were too much, too chatty at times, too eager, just too much and yet not enough all at the same time.

Thomas instantly shook his head. He honestly liked how much you talked, that you even wanted to talk to him in the first place. Your face would light up as you rambled about something that had happened that day, and it made his chest feel warm. He couldn't help it but smile whenever you talked so happily, even about the most mundane things.

You almost smiled but not quite. He seemed to be being honest, you didn't talk too much. He didn't think like Ian had...but that didn't help much.

"...do you think I'm attractive?" you asked quietly after a short moment of silence. You never thought you were the most attractive person in the world but you had been comfortable in your own skin, at least until you found out your boyfriend had been fucking your best friend for months. There had to be a reason for Ian to betray you like that, you must have done something wrong.

Thomas paused at your question, his eyes widening.

Surely this was a trick question, how was he supposed to answer that? Of course he did! Of course he thought you were attractive, but would you think it was weird if he said that?

Thomas had thought you were attractive from the first moment he saw you. He thought you were the kindest and bravest person he had met since you took that punch for him, and still smiled up at him like he was worth it. Ever since your first encounter with each other, he was smitten with you. And those feelings had only grown as he spent more time with you. He absolutely adored you. God, he wished he could tell you all of that...

You took his silence as a negative response. He didn't answer because he didn't want to hurt you...

"Sorry, you don't have to answer that..." you hung your head, looking down at your lap. You shouldn't have put him in that position, you shouldn't have asked.

Thomas panicked a little, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel bad. He just hadn't wanted to make you uncomfortable. He took a breath, trying to build up his confidence, before walking over to you.

You looked down at where your hand lay on the table when you felt Thomas' much larger one rest over yours. You teared your gaze away and looked up at him. He just nodded once you were finally looking at him again.

"Thanks, Tommy" you smiled. "I think you're attractive too" you confessed.

He pulled his hand away then, looking down at his feet. You were just being kind, saying what you were meant to say, or just straight up making fun of him.

"Hey" you frowned, quickly catching his hands in both of yours. "I mean it" you promised him as he met your gaze again, still looking unsure. "You doubt yourself too much, think too lowly of yourself" he tensed when you released on of his hands, bringing your hand up to his mask. "I don't know exactly why you wear this but I promise, whenever you feel like you can take it off around me, I will still think you're attractive" you promised, tugging on his hand to pull him closer.

Thomas let you pull him closer, swallowing the lump in his throat as he came to stand between your legs, hand still in yours. He had to do something, he had to savour the moment. Could you really be being honest with him?

He lifted his free hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making you smile softly up at him. He still didn't talk but you knew what he was saying. You too. You shouldn't doubt yourself, you were everything he could ever want, and he did want you.

Since you didn't pull away, Thomas' confidence began to grow. The hand he had hovering around your face gently cupped your cheek and he swore his heart skipped a beat when you nuzzled your face into his large palm.

Thomas wasn't Ian. Thomas clearly cared deeply about you, he wouldn't betray you, he wouldn't hurt you like Ian had.

You placed your hand over the only he held against your cheek, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. Thomas just looked at you in complete awe.

It made him think back to the man you had arrived with, your boyfriend, Ian. How could Ian ever betray you like he did. Thomas had met your friend, Cecilia, and sure she was pretty but nothing when compared to you. And she wasn't even half as kind. Thomas would never hurt you like that, he couldn't even fathom it.

Here you were, tenderly kissing his palm and looking at him...lovingly, if he didn't know any better.

The sound of the front door slamming closed made you both jump, Thomas' hand falling from your face and landing instinctively on you thigh as you both turned towards the door of the kitchen.

"What the fu-" Hoyt began but cut himself off with a sigh and a shake of his head. "Y'know what, I don't wanna know. Just not in the fucking kitchen" he snarled before grabbing a beer from the fridge and leaving the room.

Both you and Thomas blushed at the implications of what Hoyt had thought you'd been doing, Thomas stepping away from you with an almost apologetic look.

"It's alright, Tommy" you smiled as you hopped down from the table. "Let finish up cleaning, okay?" you asked and he just nodded, assuming you were about to just ignore whatever the moment was that you both shared.

You smiled up at him again, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers through his, before guiding him back across the kitchen.

#thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

[arcanestage]

Their s/o accidentally falls asleep on someone else’s shoulder while they’re around

Magna / Finral / Yami / Langris

Fem!reader

A/N: requested by @winterxisxcomingx MWAH ily bestie 😚 hope u dont mind me adding in langris, my langris brainrot has been wild lately + i wrote it for my own indulgence ahaisbwja

— ✦ Magna

Occasionally, Vanessa would take home bottles of liquor either as prizes she won in a prior drinking battle or from barkeepers that may have sales talked her into purchasing. Nevertheless she would always call for a small gathering with the members of the squad.

You were a little too excited for this month’s mini gathering so much so that you started drinking without the others.

“Someone’s eager,” Vanessa teased as she plopped down beside you. She poured herself a generous amount of liquor then clunk her glass with yours.

“Yeah I wanna be drunk before that dumbass shows up. Wouldn’t want to brood all night,”

Earlier that day, you and your boyfriend Magna had a big petty argument. You sneered at each other all afternoon, refusing to properly talk it out. Because you’ve been pissed the whole day, you were looking forward to let loose tonight.

Vanessa shook her head. “You two fight over the smallest of things,”

“If only he would listen to me instead of running that loud mouth of his!”

“He’s a man, what did you expect?”

You sighed. “You’re right. Cheers,”

After a while, the other members started walking out into the common room. Magna, Luck, and Asta were bickering probably over nonsensical stuff. When Magna saw you, he suddenly felt tense. He looked away and pretended to mind his own business. Luck then ran off, settling in between you and Vanessa. Magna was alarmed at first but he was reminded of the fact that you two weren’t on speaking terms. He sat on the other side of the table directly across you.

True enough, you were quite tipsy by the time they started drinking. You were pleased with the results: not being able to understand anything that came out of Magna’s mouth.

“How come Y/N’s already drunk?” Noelle frowned. Her and Asta’s presence were needed just in case someone either passes out, becomes too violent, or gets alcohol poisoning. Atleast the sober children are there to help.

Luck tilted his head to look at you. He laughed then poked your cheek. “Haha Y/N your face is flushed! You’re as red as Zora’s hair!”

You snorted. Everything seemed to be thrice as funny than they actually are.

Magna frowned, his grip on his cup tightening as he watched Luck continuously tease you. Magna felt his frustration growing, eating him inside out. His place was always beside you; nobody else could take his place, he made sure of that. But here he is feeling more out of place than ever, not really used to the distance between the two of you. He was used to holding you close during gatherings like this.

Magna grumbled and sunk further into his seat. He was conflicted, not sure how to approach this situation. You on the other hand were enjoying yourself but every now and then your eyes would flicker to Magna. You could easily read him. He always had a hard time concealing how he truly felt thus making his emotions apparent especially to you.

As the alcohol took over your whole being, everything else seemed like a blissful dream. You stared at Magna, attempting to make out the expressions on his face in this dimly lit room but failed to do so. Your senses started to become dull: the conversations around you were whirling into one, and you were starting to feel the gaps in your consciousness.

You closed your eyes and tried nap out the exhaustion. As you whole body went limp, your head slowly fell to side where Luck was. He was startled by the sudden weight on his shoulder but laughed it off when he saw you sound asleep.

It took a while before Magna saw what was going on. When he did notice, imaginary steam burst out of his ears. He was beyond pissed.

“Oi oi Magna looks like he’s about to commit a crime.” Zora said, eyeing him carefully.

Magna scoffed. “No I’m not. I’m just naturally intense as a person,”

“Hey Magna!” Luck called. “Your girlfriend’s tired, I don’t think she’s waking up anytime soon. You should carry her to bed,”

He poked your forehead like he was checking if a wild animal was already dead.

“You don’t have to tell me what to do.” Magna tried to sound playful but it came off as threatening.

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Zora whispered to Finral who just nodded.

Magna walked over to where you were. His gaze softened at the mere sight of you.

“Y/N let’s get you to bed,”

“Okay,” you mumbled. “Sorry I think I drank too much,”

He ruffled your hair then carried you to your room. As he turned the door knob, you decided to speak up to stop him from leaving.

“Wait, Magna.”

He paused and turned back to look at you.

“Spend the night here,” you weakly pat the empty space beside you.

He didn’t know how to react but he was ecstatic to here those words from you.

“Huh? I thought we were fighting?”

Dense as always.

You rolled you eyes. “Yes but I need cuddles right now dumb dumb. We can just talk about this in the morning,”

He grinned. “If you say so,”

He plopped down beside you, excited to finally hold you in a tight embrace after a full day of ignoring each other. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“You’re a dumbass...” you mumbled

“EH?!”

“But I love you just as you are. Good night...” you trailed off, finally being consumed by sleep.

Magna felt his heart swell with love. He will be forever grateful for having someone as patient and understanding as you in his life.

“I love you too, dumbass.”

— ✦ Finral

“What an unlucky day!” Magna exclaimed for the 5th time in the last 30 minutes.

You were deployed for a mission in the Forbidden Realm along with Finral, Asta, Magna, Charmy, and Vanessa. Unfavorable things seemed to happen after another, and now a storm was ravaging this part of the kingdom. With depleted mana, energy, and morale you and the crew crawled into a large cave to recover all that was lost.

“Maybe if you stopped complaining and start being of use,” Vanessa poked Magna’s cheek.

Magna grumbled and started to work on creating a makeshift bonfire. While the other members kept busy setting up camp, you were cooped in the farthest corner, teeth chattering and body shivering. Finral tried to warm you up by rubbing his palms together then placing his warmed palms on either side of your hands. You smiled weakly at the gesture.

“Thanks. Sorry... I’ve been quite sickly these past few days,”

“No worries,” he placed your hand on his cheek. “I enjoy taking care of you anyway,”

You giggled. “How sweet,”

“Finral-senpai!” Asta voice reverberated all around. “The bonfire’s set up!”

Everyone sat and huddled around the only source of heat while Charmy summoned her sheep to cook a warm meal for everyone.

“Here’s some soup to help you feel better la~” Charmy flew over to your spot and handed you a big bowl of warm soup.

“Thank you,” you smiled gratefully, each slurp giving you added comfort.

“Y/N, come drink wine with me. It’ll help you keep warm~” Vanessa whipped out a huge bottle from her packed belongings.

There was sheer horror painted on Finral’s features.

“She’s sick, she can’t drink alcohol. Nobody drinks alcohol when they’re sick Vanessa!” he glared, his arm tightening around your waist.

“Relax, I was just kidding.” Vanessa stuck her tongue out.

Magna laughed like a maniac. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”

“Wow, Finral-senpai’s really protective of Y/N-senpai!” Asta chimed in, the words muffled by the food stuffed in his mouth.

“Of course I am. I’m the best boyfriend ever!” he proclaimed with utmost pride and confidence.

“You act more like a mother than a lover to me.” Vanessa teased.

“What?! I DO NOT!”

You giggled, amused at your squadmates bantering with one another. Ever since Finral got into a steady relationship, the Bulls have been on his tail, teasing him to no end.

To Finral’s relief, the conversation shifted to something else after a full round of talking about his mother-like behavior. He could now attend to your needs.

The Bulls talked nonstop, the topics shifting at lightning speed. Finral actively participated in the discussion while being simultaneously mindful of your movements.

Multitasking at its finest.

When you started coughing and sneezing, Finral’s head whipped towards you, now giving you his undivided attention.

“I’ll fetch you some water Y/N,” he said, placing his palm on your forehead to check if your body was starting to heat up.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

Finral got up and quietly walked to the other side of the room to rummage through the messy pile of bags for his bottle of water. Your head felt a little too heavy without Finral to lean on, the dizziness gradually becoming more severe each passing second he wasn’t beside you. You decided to close your eyes for a bit to steady yourself. You didn’t really plan on sleeping but here you were tumbling towards Asta who sat beside you. Your head plopped on his shoulder, though he didn’t really notice as he was busy chowing down the plates of food Charmy keep serving him.

“Sorry it took so long here’s-- EHH?!”

The color from Finral’s face was drained when he saw you snuggled comfortably on Asta’s shoulder.

“ASTA THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” he accusingly pointed at Asta.

Asta was startled with Finral’s sudden outburst. The weight of your head only became apparent to him just now.

“Oh I didn’t notice Y/N-senpai fall asleep,” Asta scratched his head. “Sorry,”

Finral pouted, feeling this discomfort in his chest. Was he perhaps... jealous? No, he can’t be. He shook off the negative thoughts and tried to rationalize with himself.

He sat back down and gently tried to lift up your head.

“Y/N~” he cooed.

You sat straight up, fists up in air. “Huh? What? Who are we fighting?”

“No one, I’m just trying to get you to switch positions. My shoulder is comfier,”

“Oh.” your body relaxed. “Okay,”

You rested your head on Finral’s shoulder. Not long after you were sound asleep again. He stroked your hair and lightly kissed the top of your head.

Vanessa who was half dazed looked at you and Finral with soft adoration. Charmy and her herd of sheep followed suit giving you the same look she gives when she sees any “noms.” Magna on the other hand had mixed feelings. A part of him felt disturbed, as if anything along the lines of love and affection was a bothersome pest. The other part of him was glad to see Finral finally breaking out of his “curse.”

“Mhm, you were right.” you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. “Your shoulder is way more comfier,”

Finral chuckled. “Is it the difference in the bulkiness of our muscles?”

You looked at him lovingly, traces of somnolence still evident in your eyes.

“No. It’s because it’s you, silly! I’m always safe and comfortable with you,”

— ✦ Yami

Yami prided himself as a laid-back and pretty chill man. He rarely panicked or felt tense even in the most nerve wracking situations. Even when you two started dating, he was still as chill as ever. However, he prefers to have you by his side ALL the time.

And so you two were like a package, one never without the other, always going on missions together.

On one particular mission, Yami had to work alongside Captain Nozel of the Silver Eagles to subdue a group of bandits who were terrorizing a small town in the common realm. Yami, out of habit, asked you to tag along.

Nozel offered to take you and Yami to the location on his mercury eagle. The Silver Eagle captain was a man of few words. He wore a blank expression on his face, a cold threatening aura wrapped around him. The awkwardness hung around in the air but of course Yami being Yami decided to break the silence.

“Oi Braidface long time no see! Never thought we’d ever work together in one mission,” he grinned.

“If you must know I dreaded this day, foreigner.” Nozel spoke with no hint of any emotion in his voice. He didn’t even turn to look at Yami.

“Come on show a little enthusiasm will ya? You’re embarrassing me in front of my girl right here,”

Nozel turned to take a good look at you, examining you like you were a specimen under a microscope. After a few agonizing moments, he tore his gaze away from you and continued to look straight ahead.

“I don’t know why you chose to be with the foreigner but I suppose it’s not my place to question it,”

Yami laughed out loud and continued to piss Nozel off for the rest of the flight.

You landed on a cliffside overlooking the town you were tasked to protect. Reports have stated that the bandits appear at sundown and so you waited.

“Y/N, babe, be careful out there alright.” he said as he ruffled your hair.

Yami had always been like this which you found really sweet. You always get agitated during missions, and Yami’s words of encouragement helped you stay focused. But it seemed out of place now given that Nozel didn’t seem like the type to tolerate public display of affection.

“I’m always careful, don’t worry.” you mumbled

“Atta girl,” he kissed your forehead.

Nozel pinched the bridge of his nose. He just wanted this day to end. Just as was about to massage his temples, he spotted the bandits and alerted you and Yami. The three of you hurriedly moved towards the entrance of the village to block their path.

When the bandits realized you were magic knights, they quickly took out their grimoires and started attacking. You barely did anything; Nozel and Yami were captains after all. They easily beat every single one.

The day had finally ended much to Nozel’s delight. All he needs to do was survive the flight home.

While on the mercury eagle, you focused on healing up Yami’s wrist. It was badly burnt by that fire mage he faced off with.

“You’re the one who should be careful,” you teased.

He grinned. “I always knew you were stronger than me,”

“Of course. I’m your girl, arent I?” you winked.

After patching him up he grabbed his communication device and contacted Finral, probably to make sure the hideout hasn’t burned down yet. Even as he yelled beside you, you started feeling sleepy. You wanted to stay awake but you were too tired to fight the exhaustion. You passed out the second you shut your eyes. You held your position pretty well. When the mercury eagle abruptly switched directions, you lost control. Your upper body leaned against Nozel’s back.

He tensed up at the sudden contact. He craned his neck to check only to find your sleeping figure snuggled up to him.

When Yami finally saw what was going on, he instantly dropped the call. He wasn’t the type to easily get jealous but seeing you this comfortable with another made him feel a certain level of discomfort.

“You enjoying being that close to my girl?”

“She fell asleep,” Nozel stated matter-of-factly

Yami scoffed. “I have eyes you know,”

Nozel sighed, not quite happy with Yami’s hostility but at the same time he didn’t want this to turn into a big argument.

“What are you waiting for, foreigner? Come get her,”

Yami gently lifted you from Nozel’s back and into his arms. You were half awake for a split second. Once you adjusted into Yami’s arms, you drifted off to sleep again.

It was silent for the rest of the trip home.

When you arrived back at the base, Yami carried you to your shared room and laid you down on the soft bed. He followed suit, gently wrapping his arms around you.

“Where are we?” you mumbled.

You were half awake, not fully understanding what was going on. All you could see are hazy images of your surroundings.

“Back home, babe.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You paused.

“Cuddle...”

Yami chuckled, pulling you even closer to his chest. “Needy as always,”

Your brain was about to shut down but Yami continued talking.

“You fell asleep on Nozel’s back...”

“I did?”

“Yeah. I was kinda pissed you know? I would have thrown him off but I realized he owned the mercury eagle...”

You can hear him rambling but the words don’t make much sense to you.

“That sucks...”

“I said so much and that’s all you’re gonna say?! I’m hurt babe,”

Yami waited for you to say something but all he heard was light snoring from your end.

He chuckled then placed kiss on your temple. “Good night baby. I love you, you did well today.”

— ✦ Langris

You were well aware of your boyfriend’s possessive nature. He always had his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. Seeing a man get too close to you is enough to set him off like a detonating bomb. Despite all the threats he’d spew out, he never really physically hurt anyone. His anger was usually short-lived and he’d eventually calm down. You reassuring him would do the trick.

One day, William tasked him to lead a small team consisting of you, Letoile, David, Mimosa, Klaus, and Yuno to patrol by the outskirts of the Forbidden Realm.

Not a lot was going on at the moment, just Clover Kingdom citizens passing by on their way home to their respective villages. By sundown, Langris started to sense an ominous presence that only seemed to strengthen as the seconds tick by. He alerted the members of a possible enemy nearby. He quickly rushed to your side like his body was programmed to.

“Y/N, stay close to me.” he looked at you, the fear evident in his eyes.

As if on cue, the enemies emerged from the shadows, lunging forward without hesitation. After a tough battle, you successfully fended the attackers off, rounding them up to be escorted to prison by other magic knights on duty in the area.

Langris checked if there were any casualties in his squad. He noticed you squeezing your arm hard which meant you were either hiding something, trying to stop a gash from bleeding, or both.

“Y/N You’re hurt,” he deadpanned.

You avoided looking him in the eyes.

“I’m alright. It’s just a scratch,” you shrugged.

Letoile frowned and tried to loosen your grip on your arm. You sighed in defeat, allowing her to examine your injury. She immediately gasped upon seeing the crimson liquid oozing out of your wound.

“That’s no scratch...”

The other members felt uneasy. They knew how protective Langris was of you.

Langris only clenched his teeth and said nothing.

“Vice Captain, I think it would be best if we head to the nearest inn and stay for the night. We should patch Y/N up first so her wound doesn’t get infected,” Mimosa suggested.

Langris nodded. “Alright. Mimosa, lead the way.”

“Yes sir!”

At the inn, you and the members gathered in one room, Mimosa tending to you, and the rest of the members finalizing their mission reports.

After Mimosa healed you with her magic, she asked David to takeover and bandage your arm so she could write her report as well.

Langris walked over to where you were and crouched next to you.

“How are you feeling?”

You smiled weakly. “A bit better,”

“You still look a little pale though,” Langris frowned. “I’ll get you something to eat... David, watch over her.”

“Sure, Vice Captain.”

“He’s scary,” David whispered to you when Langris was at a safe distance.

You chuckled. “He’s alright. Believe it or not, that’s him trying to tone down his emotions.”

David scratched his head. “He has a lot of anger for someone who’s short... Don’t tell him I said that,”

You burst out laughing. When you finally managed to compose yourself, you suddenly felt lightheaded and dizzy. You rested your head on the couch’s headboard, attempting to ground yourself while waiting for Langris to return. You didn’t mean to fall asleep but you passed out immediately after closing your eyes. You didn’t even try holding your position, your head instantly fell and landed on David’s shoulder.

Langris returned and boy, he was not happy. In fact, he was seething. He was always either on 0 or on 100; no in-between’s.

“David! What do you think you’re doing?!”

David jerked in his seat, startled at someone suddenly yelling. He gave Langris a look of confusion, not really knowing what to say.

“Looking after Y/N like you asked,”

Langris’s anger tripled at this.

“There’s something quite wrong with my girlfriend’s head on your shoulder, don’t you think?” Langris clenched his fist so tight his knuckles were turning white.

The other members sensed a fight was about to break out so they scrambled to their feet to hold Langris back. It was a known fact that he let his anger dictate his own behavior like he was its puppet.

Langris’s voice echoed all around the room, the loudness pulling you back to consciousness. Once you finally understood the growing tension that was taking place, you quickly stood in front of Langris and tried to reason out with him.

“Hey I fell asleep and accidentally leaned on him for support. David was just kind enough to let me,”

But Langris was not having it. He still glared at David ready to pounce on him.

You sighed. “I’m tired and in need of rest. Let’s go to our room and get some sleep, please?”

Langris started to relax, his gaze no longer sharp and murderous. The tension in the room had finally dissipated.

Y/N the Miracle Worker has done it again.

You shot David an apologetic look before pulling Langris out the door and into your shared room.

You crawled on the bed and sunk into the fluffy bedsheets. Langris stood by the foot of the bed. He was staring into space, most likely still bothered by the whole thing.

“Langris,” you spoke his name softly.

He snapped out of his thoughts, a faint pink tint appearing across his cheeks. He strode towards the other side of the bed and sat down, his upper body resting against the headboard.

“Sorry I—“ he tiptoed around the issue, unsure of how to address it.

He paused for a moment then began again. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did...” he mumbled, barely audible.

You chuckled. “Come on Langris. Even the gods couldn’t hear what you’re trying to say,”

He scowled. “Okay, alright. I’m sorry for overreacting. There.”

You moved closer and wrapped him in a warm embrace.

“As much as I love you, I don’t want to see you actually kill someone from the squad hm,”

“Tch, then they should stop getting on my nerves.”

You tapped his nose. “You really are something else,”

He blushed. “S-sorry I just... hate seeing men get too friendly with you.”

You tilted your head up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m yours Langris, you know that.”

“I know,” he sighed. “Sorry I-I love you,”

Langris had only known anger his entire life. You were glad to see him try to experience other emotions. He was also getting the hang of voicing these emotions out.

You lightly flicked his forehead, earning a glare from him. “I love you too. Now where’s that food you promised to get me?”

“Impatient as always,” he chuckled. “A staff member offered to take it up to our room. It would probably arrive any minute now,”

You hummed in response. “Okay. While waiting come cuddle with me!”

He shook his head, amused at how affectionate you are. He pulled you closer and placed a lengthy kiss on top of your head.

#magna x reader #magna swing x reader #finral x reader #finral roulacase x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #langris x reader #langris vaude x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover scenarios #black clover headcanons #black clover imagines #magna swing #finral roulacase #yami sukehiro #langris vaude #black clover

[angelamajiki]

[ peace treaty - kiribaku ]

AN: this is a fantasy au piece, enjoy! :)

CW: yandere, dubcon, arranged marriage, stalking, coercion, dragon/animal anatomy, fantasy au, afab terms, predator/prey dynamics, size difference, facesitting

“A mate, huh?” Katsuki chuckled as he stroked his companion’s horns, looking into the horizon thoughtfully.

“Think about it! We need hatchlings to lead the future generations of the Bakugo clan.” Eijirou pleaded with his mate. “Don't you ever miss the company of a woman? I know I do.”

Adding a woman to their pack would certainly bring its advantages. It would undoubtedly strengthen their positions as clan rulers if they were to have a wife and children to carry on both men’s legacy.

“Fine,” Katsuki conceded. “Let’s go find a mate then.”

The pair returned to their respective forms, wolf and dragon, as they began their hunt through the wild countryside for their new mate. Days of running down the mountainous forests away from their clan, they settled on resting at the edge of the woods, looking at a clearing just over a shimmering river that separated the two territories. Beyond the meadow was a small fortress surrounded by the community that they presumably controlled—a perfect place to start their search after some well-needed sleep.

Katsuki was the first to awaken from his slumber at the sound of a woman’s voice. And a heavenly voice it was, signing an alluring melody. Peaking his head over the bushes, the young prince saw the enchanting woman bathing alone in the stream. The other man had awoken as well, just as equally entranced by the naked dancing woman.

“A vixen...” Katsuki murmured, twisting to look at his mate. It was clear to both men that she was the mate they were looking for. Independent, vexing, sweet. She was perfect.

“Let’s snatch her up now while she’s distracted, ” Eijirou grumbled impatiently, eager to take her back to their den at once.

“Patience, Ei. I want her too, but now is not the moment to strike. Let's watch her a bit more; she needs to be more than a pretty face, you know that.”

Katsuki did not doubt that she wasn’t their perfect match, but he is a predator to her before he’s a man to her at this moment.

The blissfully unaware maiden that you were, you went on with bathing peacefully in the warm, summer day. Your attendants had followed you from the castle, watching from afar as they knew you valued your time alone in the stream. After some time, one of them called for you back to the castle for supper. Dried and dressed, the group of you departed from the meadow by horse as the sunset.

“So, she’s a princess, Katsuki.” Eijirou’s tail trashed with excitement. “If we marry her, we’ll get this territory too! Oh, I wonder if she likes to travel..” The red-haired man went off on a tangent about his many fantasies for you while the blonde thought deeply. This was almost too perfect; he had just the plan to corner and ensnare their lovely little prey.

The men stayed at the edge of their territory, for the time being, glad to notice that you had returned to the riverbank almost daily. Sometimes you took your handmaidens; sometimes, you came alone while they trailed back.

They learned that you liked to flip through many a book while basking in the sunlight. A library would be a perfect wedding present for you-they intended to spoil you thoroughly with the dragon’s hoard.

Five days had proven to be enough time for the men to watch you and returned to their clan to make the necessary preparations for your place as their lovely spoiled mate.

---

A fortnight later, a letter from the young prince arrived at your doorstep, addressed to your father, the king.

“An alliance? With the barbarian tribe, that’s unheard of, father. Are you sure it’s not some trick?” You doubted, finding it difficult to understand his request. The barbarian clan was...mysterious, to say the least. Living up in the mountains beyond the river, they were a solitary bunch who were ruthless and never exhibited mercy towards their foes. Not much was know about them because they simply never made alliances or held diplomacy with other clans or kingdoms.

“Perhaps they wish to make allies with the next closest kingdom, my dear.” Your father spoke quietly, his voice wavering as he avoided your eyes. “You’ll go up the mountains to discuss the terms with young Bakugo. An older gentleman like me is not suited for those kinds of traveling conditions.”

Nodding solemnly, preparations were made for your immediate departure. All of your belongings were brought to your carriage, something that struck you as rather odd. Although father did say something about the uncertainty of the amount of time you would spend with the barbarians for the sake of discussion.

With that in mind, you set off into the forest just as the sunset.

---

The journey had taken nearly five days through the rain and snow, your small carriage trudging up the mountainside to the den of the barbarians. As your carriage came to a stop, two men helped you out and down, both possessing a tenderness that didn’t seem possible for them. The blond was bare-chested, even in the snow! He stood at about six feet and had a body that seemed the gods themselves sculpted it.

“Welcome to my clan, your majesty.”

His smirk was wolf-like, eyes bearing down on you like a predator who has caught his unwitting prey. “Come, let’s get you inside to warmth and comfort. I'm sure you’ve had a long journey. Eijirou here will help with your belongings and join us after you rest.”

The prince held out his arm for you to take as the red-head beside you gave a toothy grin before setting off to work. He...he was something more than a man, he had to be! Standing at well over six and a half feet, he was much more muscular than the blonde; Eijirou airs about him more than human. It was inexplicable.

Katsuki gave a gentle tug to your arm before ushering you to the massive tent that stood in the middle of the community of barbarians who looked onto you with glowing pride. What an odd bunch of people, but you couldn't very well judge them now, could you? They simply had a different culture, another way of life.

The tent seemed larger than life on the inside and was impossibly warm. It had had a large bed adorned with piles of pelts and furs near a roaring fireplace. Many bookshelves lined the walls, as well as prized kills and weaponry were displayed. Katsuki led you to a table near the warmth of the fire. How-

“Magic, princess. I am fortunate enough to possess it, as well as many of my clansmen.” Katsuki boasted, clearly prideful of his abilities. He could only hope it impressed you, which it certainly did. “It keeps us warm up here in the dead of winter, which is soon approaching. It protects us, provides for us, all of which it will do for you too.”

Your smile could hardly be contained as you gazed upon the handsome man with wonder. For you, too? Would this he be so kind as to lend you its strength while you struck a deal with them? The barbarians were indeed nothing like the fairytales you had heard about them.

“I thank you for your hospitality, Sir Bakugo. I am truly humbled to be here with you.”

“Call me Katsuki, little one. We should grow familiar with each other before our wedding.”

His wolfish smirk grew wider as he saw the look on your face. Ah, he so loved that look of feeble innocence and confusion on your expression.

“Oh, did your father not tell you?” he chuckled, taking a sip from his cup. “This is an alliance through our union. Suppose you’ll have us, of course. Otherwise, we might have to resort to other means down the mountain.”

Us? Oh, he means-

“Ei, don’t be shy and stand in the doorway. Come greet your bride properly.”

Thundering footsteps came from behind your seated form as Eijirou towered over your much smaller frame.

“Please, tell me you agree to us, my love. We've waited so long for your arrival, won't you let us have you?” A scarred but gentle hand enveloped yours as the dragon shifter kissed it tenderly. “There’s no need to be frightened; we intend to treat you like our queen and spoil you rotten with all the world’s riches. Grant us your blessing.”

How could you deny them? Your kingdom was in danger, yet these men, they lulled you into such a state of comfort and safety. Perhaps it was the magic at work?

“Please, may I think on it?” Your heart battered against your ribcage with fear and excitement. Two men, both for husbands. What a strange culture indeed.

“Only if you let us have you tonight. Give us a chance to prove our worth as not only husbands but as men to you.”

Blood rushed to your face, heating your cheeks as you felt aflame with shame, and to your horror, arousal. They are seasoned men. Indeed they’ll treat you as gently as they have been the whole time?

“O-Only if you are gentle with me. I am...inexperienced.”

That was all the approval they needed. Eijirou, still behind you, swept you up in his arms and onto the bed. Wanting to show some display of his true strength, he ripped your gown clean off your body. Whimpering, your hand flew to grip his forearm fearfully. “Gentle, please, gentle.”

Eijirou shushed you softly, placing a sweet kiss on your trembling lips, hands beginning to wander to down your sides and to your sex. Stroking your clit in small circles, the men relished in your little whines and moans.

“I think I should give you a taste, huh? I haven't eaten all day.” He purred as he dipped down to press kisses to your lips before diving in with his hot tongue, lapping your clit.

Katsuki’s searing kiss swallowed wanton moans and cries. Eijriou’s hands kept your squirming hips firmly in place, positioning you to sit on his face while the blond continued to lay passionate kisses on your lips, neck, and chest.

Teeth sunk into your neck as the prince wasted no time in marking up his newfound territory. Your cries heightened in pitch as you gripped red hair, calling out Eijirou’s name as you came from his overwhelming sucking and slurping of your juices.

“N-no more! Please, that's enough!” Whining, you began to shake when his tongue barely came to half after your cries. Panting and writhing, you peeled off his tongue and laid on the furs next to Katsuki.

“I think that’s enough for this evening; poor thing is already exhausted.” Katsuki chuckled as he dabbed the sweat off your brow and cleaned in between your legs.

“We’ll build up your stamina and be sure to stretch you gently daily.” Eijirou quipped as he took his place next to your side. Up close, you could see how different he really was. Red iridescent scales trailed on his sideburns and h

shoulders. Absentmindedly, you stroke them and wondered if there were more.

“After all, it’s customary to lose your virginity on the wedding night, so need to rush you in right now. Have you made your decision, given Ei’s stellar performance?”

Letting sleep overtake you, your head nodded gently as he rested on Eijirou’s shoulder. The hunt was over and the men could not be more happy with their choice.

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↳Pt 3 of a multichap fic. Hawks struggled to come to terms with his impending fatherhood. With your due date looming, he decided to spend some much needed time alone with his wife.

(chapter one) (Chapter masterlist) (AO3)

A/N: Sorry this one took so long! There are two plotlines happening at the same time now? The fic ended up evolving and we're following the story of their youth and also the present. This chapter is also 9k, and future chapters may be longer. Hope that's okay ;u; Thanks to @monokerosloch for beta reading!

You saw Hawks many times since you discovered his cloth fort in the commission library. His crimson wings caught your attention in the halls, the lobby, the courtyard. Suddenly you noticed him everywhere. Things that once meant nothing to you—like the billboard featuring Endeavor that hung across the street from your cell—now made your belly do flips. You weren't sure you ever really looked at it until it became a bittersweet reminder of the winged boy, but now you couldn't stop leaning into your barred window for a better look.

Why did you want so badly to be back in that fort of his?

Well, the gentle way he handled you in the library despite his cavalier attitude made your teenage heart do a flip or two. Even still, it was the mystery that kept him living in your head. A boy your age pranced around a government building as if he owned the place. There had to be a reason he was there, and you couldn’t help but daydream about possibilities.

This day would prove to give you more answers than you bargained for.

You were done getting ready by the time your caretaker unlocked the metal door to your room. You sat in the window as your eyes followed birds to admire their plumage.

"Are you ready?" She pondered. You nodded, and then stood to meet her in the hallway.

"Oh, you put on more makeup today," she noticed. "Someone you're trying to impress?"

You tensed in embarrassment. She was ever-observant, especially when it came to you.

"No," you lied, but a subtle smile tugged at her lips anyway. A part of you feared she'd make you wipe off the wings painted in the corners of your eyes. They liked to stress modesty and uniformity, but she didn't order it off.

"Hm." She tucked her finger beneath your chin to encourage you to look her in the face. "It looks nice."

You blinked at her, and then a shy smile graced your face.

"Let's be off, shall we?"

She turned from you, and you trailed behind her like a duckling. Mamoru was her name. Ms. Mamoru, as you addressed her.

As usual, you traveled together down the elevator to the first floor. This was your least favorite part, having to walk through the cell-lined halls of the general population. The kids on floor one committed the least offensive crimes. They came and went more frequently than any other floor. Still, many of them somehow knew you by name.

Your identity had been shielded from the public after the tragedy you caused. You were a child, after all. But no prisoner's bloody history could be kept a secret amongst those cells.

The elevator door opened. A low roar of sound seeped in from the cells and sent shivers up your spine. The girls were talking to each other, and their conversations fused into one loud sound. Still, you followed Mamoru with your eyes straight ahead to avoid the stares of the others.

The chatter fell deathly silent when you stepped into the hall. As you walked by cells, their inhabitants slunk back. Some whispered to one another, others were too afraid to speak at all. The tension alone made your hands shake.

You stopped at the gate, where you were greeted by the usual guard. You held your hand out to him, and he wound a bracelet around your wrist. It was black, and a little green light flashed erratically when it was clipped together. It was a tracker. Fireproof, supposedly, in the event you tried to run.

As if you ever would.

“Oh, would you look at this. She’s back out of her cage.”

There was a girl in a cell to the right of you. Her eyes bore into you, sharp and angry. She looked older, though not by much. Her orange clothes were too big and hung low on her body, which gave you a difficult view of the warped scars that littered her throat and arms.

“You must think you’re really something special, huh? Dolled up, living in your cushy room on the top floor?” venom practically laced each word.

“Shhh, stop! Stop it!” her cellmate begged. When your eyes settled on her instead of her unruly companion, she slank into the back of their cell in fear.

You’d never met these girls. They were nameless faces who’d been told ghost stories about you. Still, they had a right to be angry. After all, you were the child who was deemed so dangerous you were nearly shipped to Tartarus. Yet you walked mittenless amongst their cells in a floral dress.

“They keep letting you out there, as if you can be normal if you try hard enough. As if, of all of us in this place, you can be rehabilitated. But you aren’t. You can't.”

Mamoru didn’t interrupt. She didn’t even glance at the girl who spat at you between her cell bars. You’d been trained not to react to outside stimuli. You shouldn’t engage with others who may jeopardize your restraint, especially after what you did to Mamoru's car. And, just as you’d been trained, you turned your head away.

“Don’t ignore me!” the girl shouted. Her voice grew louder and more desperate when she felt she wasn’t being heard. “I know who you are! I was there!”

Your heart seized in your chest, and Mamoru’s pen stalled over your forms as she listened. That girl’s eyes stared into your soul like no one's ever had before.

“You burned through my life, through me, until nothing was left!” she slammed her fists against the bars between you, just so you could see the deep, red scars your fire morphed her flesh into. You flinched, and your throat went dry.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw a villain like you here—you should be rotting in Tartarus, but it doesn’t matter. Eventually you’ll slip up, and then everyone out there will know who you are, just like we all do in here—They’ll all know you’re a monster!”

Mamoru took you by the arm and led you away as the girl’s screams chased after you. You stumbled out of the metal gates and into the lobby. It was teeming with unaware civilians, and you felt your blood begin to boil as you passed them. No. If you let yourself feel too much too quickly, it could happen all over again. You couldn’t allow yourself to feel.

It was times like those you wished they still shot you with sedatives.

The handle in Mamoru's car was still missing, replaced by dried globs of once-molten plastic and scorch marks on the cloth ceiling. It was another reminder of your failings—of your dangerous instability. You stared at it as your caretaker climbed into the driver’s seat.

You wouldn't allow yourself to lose control like that again.

“You did very well back there. I’m proud of you,” Mamoru said. Her voice was soft and careful as she fired up her car, but you couldn’t accept her assurances this time. It was clear. No matter how much progress you made you could never make up for what you did.

“No,” you said, and you squeezed your fists tightly closed just in case they got hot. "She was right to be angry. She needed me to say something… it feels cowardly that I didn’t."

"Well, what would you have said?"

You fell silent as you thought about it, and the car didn't move as Mamoru sat in silence with you.

"Sorry wouldn't have done any good, would it?" You asked, though your expression didn't change. “Not for something like this…”

"I’m afraid not,” she replied. “It’s not up to you how she feels. Whether she can move forward is up to her alone. There’s nothing you could have said."

You turned away from Mamoru to look out the windshield. People strolled by just as any other day. They scrambled to work or walked close together with their hands intertwined. All this time you’d been admiring their lives from afar, but seeing it now made your lip quiver.

You blinked to keep the bitter water in your eyes from spilling over. It would turn your extra liner into a runny mess on your cheeks. You were a fool for having put it on. Others suffocated beneath the carnage left of their innocent lives and there you were, the villain who caused it, trying to feel pretty.

You didn’t want Hawks to see you that way.

“I want to go back to my room,” you said.

Mamoru frowned at you. You didn’t see it, but you could feel her sadness in her silence. Finally, a long, tense sigh spilled out of her.

“When I first met you, you were locked away in solitary. Just this tiny little thing in a cage. Do you know why I’ve fought so hard to get you out of it?”

“No…”

She placed her hands on top of yours, unafraid of them.

“In all the years I've cared for you, never once did I see a monster," she said, and her hands tightened around yours, which, for once, were ice cold. "You were a six-year-old girl handled as a criminal for a power you couldn't control. They kept mittens on you for so long they'd embedded into your wrists.”

Her gaze became distant as she lost herself in the memory, and you resisted the urge to itch at the scars left behind. "If anyone could be justified in being a villain, it would have been you. But despite all the wrong that's been done to you, you still want so badly to be good. That's why. Whether or not anyone believes that isn’t your concern."

Mamoru had different feelings about you than the girl in the cell. It was jarring that one could hold so much hate for you while the other fought to preserve your feelings. Which of them was right, you couldn’t be sure.

“Thank you,” you said, though the tone of your voice hadn’t changed to reflect how grateful you really were. You couldn’t even squeeze her hands as she was yours. It was affection unlike anything she’d given you, and you didn't know how to give it back.

“So, will you go back to your room and hide, or will you seize the opportunity you’ve earned?”

❅❅❅

You crept into the commission to meet with the secretaries up front, but they didn’t send you off to sort files in the library. Instead, your supervisor stood from behind the front desk and greeted you. Your heart skipped a beat when her cherry-red lips parted to chime, “Hello, again! You get to go down to the basement today.”

“Basement?” you asked as your face drained of its color. Your palms would have gone clammy if not for the fire that lingered in them. Was that day meant to be such a miserable trial?

“Yes, we have some more records stored down there. We could use some help sorting through them-” she stopped. “You look terrified, scared of basements, huh?'

“A little,” you said.

She offered a knowing look, but she didn't know at all. Mamoru’s retelling of your early incarceration was not exaggerated. The first three years were wasted rotting in Virtue’s basement. Even when Mamoru allowed you to fester in the cesspool of the general populace, it was a far more fulfilling existence than your mind-altering solitary confinement.

But you weren’t at Virtue. The secretaries were not the officials that imprisoned you, and their basement was likely not a long hallway of 4x4 cells inmates referred to as caskets.

“No need to be spooked. Everyone’s surprised when they see it looks just like every other floor. Let's be on our way,” your supervisor said.

As you walked silently together down a corridor, you noticed a group of people walk towards you from the opposite end of the hall.

It was an unusual ensemble. There were people sporting the typical dark suits of the commission, but several others who seemed out of place among them. There was a man who flipped through papers attached to a clipboard, a woman who was suited up in a hero costume, and… you felt your heart physically lurch in your chest as a familiar pair of brilliant red wings caught your eye.

Hawks.

Your steps slowed as the distance closed between you. There was a sickly pounding in your heart as he approached. It warmed up your core and flushed your cheeks. Did he possess a second quirk that activated when he was looked at? God, could it stop?

Your supervisor turned into another hall. You followed quickly after, ignoring Hawks' presence in hopes the intrusive feeling would fade. To your bewilderment, Hawks and the others took the same turn.

The only door in the short hallway led to the basement. It was, as you figured, no comparison to the massive steel structure that guarded your facility's caskets. It was oak, the same as every other door.

Your supervisor and group of suits filed forward to swipe their badges against the door frame, which left you and Hawks feet away from one another. He was heading downstairs, too? It's just a basement, as you reminded yourself repeatedly. But if that were the case why was Hawks, your mystery boy without a reasonable purpose, being escorted below by a team?

With his babysitters distracted he tossed a glance at you. The golden eyes that had been so bright and welcoming in the library were now heavy with bags. He was well groomed and put together, but he looked so, so tired.

“Where are you headed, firecracker?” he pondered, and the nickname made your aching heart palpitate. It was such a foreign and frightening feeling.

You wanted to feel more of it.

Still, you shouldn't have replied. The bitterness the scarred girl spat at you still lingered in your mind. Of all the people who might see you for the monster you were, you didn’t want it to be him. You should have kept up your comfortable distance, but you couldn't ignore your concern for the boy who'd been so nice to you.

“Nowhere special,” which was, hopefully, the truth. “What about you? You've got an entourage."

"Nowhere special," he echoed your sentiment, but there wasn’t much gusto in his voice.

"I like what you did with your makeup.” He reached up to tap at the tear marks stained around his eyes. “We match!"

Don't smile at him.

You smiled at him.

Dang it.

The edges of your teeth sank hard into your bottom lip, but it couldn't hide the endearment on your face. Just a few weeks ago you couldn't stand the kid. Now—after one time of being nice to you—you got all bashful when he spoke to you.

Then again, he was the only boy you'd ever talked to.

Foolish. Weak. Restraint. Keep your restraint. Don't reply.

You opened your mouth to betray your inner voice, but the adults spoiled the moment as they swung open the basement door.

"Ladies first," said one of the men as he held it open. You did not thank him.

❅❅❅

There were no windows. The room was doused with yellow, fluorescent lights that buzzed above your head. The walls were constructed of cinder blocks painted with a disconcerting off white. The room was small. Too small.

You kept yourself together as you carried out the task entrusted to you, but you took breaks to keep from going into a panic. The claustrophobic little room of records began to feel a lot like solitary confinement if you didn’t step out.

You weren’t supposed to leave the room. The secretary didn’t explain why, however, and breaking that small rule felt justified when the alternative could be you burning down the place in a frenzied panic.

Why did they agree to intern you, again?

For what had to be the hundredth time, you stood from your station and slipped back out into the hall to breathe. Even breaths, you reminded yourself. At the very least, you got to apply all those calming techniques they taught you in the facility.

You were stepping back into the records room when you were stopped by a sound. It echoed several times during your breaks in the hall, but you could never make out what it was. It was distant and muffled by the several layers of concrete. If you listened hard enough, it sounded like voices. You knew Hawks and his escorts were somewhere nearby, so you didn’t think twice about the murmurs. But it wasn't a soft conversation this time.

It was… screaming.

Was your mind playing tricks on you? Your palms began to sweat with heat, and you swallowed thickly. The tiny room and the distant cries lifted you right up out of the commission and dropped you back into the facility’s basement. Back into the caskets.

The familiar panic went numb, and your breaths became shallow. A realization struck you. The voice, while so garbled by walls and distance, sounded familiar.

Was it… Hawks?

You struggled to keep your breath even as you crept towards the sound. You should have left it alone. Your internship and your spot on the top floor were dependent on being good and staying out of trouble. Whatever was happening, you weren’t meant to be a part of it.

But you didn’t see a security camera to record your intrusive wandering, so your legs kept moving. The constant, low buzz of florescent lights and endless corridors of sickly white bricks were disorienting. Every hall looked the same, but you followed the noise until it led you to a door.

You turned the handle, but it resisted. Of course, it was locked.

A pained wail cut through the hum of noise, one that rattled you down to your bones. Your heart picked up its pace again, and the knob got hot in your palm. To burn through it hadn’t been your intention, but you were so disoriented it was hard to bring the panic back down. Just like Mamoru’s handle, the metal warped and disintegrated in your intense grip. The wood groaned and blackened even when you gasped and stepped away.

You had no time to mourn your lack of control. When your heat made the door’s lock useless, it groaned slightly open.

The room beyond it was dark and furnished only by a long, oak table and several office chairs. It would have been unremarkable if not for the viewing window that spanned the length of the far wall and the terrible scene that unfolded in the room beyond it.

Hawks stood gasping and blindfolded beyond the glass. He held a long feather like a blade, and his wings were stripped of most their feathers.

What was he doing? Why? Alarm Bells went off in your head. They screamed, 'Hey! That door was locked for a reason!' But you were too intrigued, too terrified, to listen to your good sense. Instead, you stood in the crack of the doorway and watched.

He wasn't alone in the plexiglass room. Shadowy figures moved aggressively around him, likely the result of someone's quirk.

They worked against him as a team, distracting and assaulting as they beat away at him. Despite being blindfolded and low on weapons, he did an exceptional job of holding them off. You squinted through the crack, through the glass, with baited breath.

He separated his attackers from one another, and then picked them off with terrifying speed. The battle happened so quickly you couldn’t keep him in your sight, but he didn’t keep the upper hand forever.

He was fatigued from the time he spent in that room, and for every shadow he destroyed, two more took its place.

He wasn't fast enough.

One slammed into his ribs so hard you heard the impact through the glass. His body careened across the room, and you stumbled back as he impacted the window with a gut-wrenching crack. You were helpless but to watch. Smudges of crimson were left behind as he slid down the clear barrier and to the concrete floor below. His labored, trembling breaths came through all too well in the speakers that lined the room.

Why?

"That's quite enough,” a woman’s voice said through the sound system. "The intention of the exercise was to refine his reflexes in close quarters, not kill him."

The group he was with were also watching him. There must have been another observation room separate from yours.

"Do you think a villain will call a timeout if he gets hurt?" the disembodied voice of a man asked, so matter of fact that it made your boiling hot veins run cold. A villain. Someone like you. "If you don't want your asset to die his first day in the field, he has to be prepared."

If you could hear them, so could Hawks. He was gasping in a heap on the floor as they spoke over his heavy breathing.

“I fail to see how breaking his ribs will make him a better hero,” the woman protested.

It all made sense now. You swallowed, and then took a step back from the door. This was training. That's why he was there. Why by such brutal trials rather than a university?

"Get up," the man demanded, ignoring the woman’s concern. His voice shot through the plexiglass like a bullet, and Hawks tried to follow his order. Your fingers curled into a tight fist as he struggled, managing to lift only his wings before dissolving back into a heap on the floor.

"Get up!" He barked again. "If this weren't training, you would be slaughtered already. Stand, boy!"

The urge to find their room and cauterize that man's lips shut overwhelmed you. Hawks was at his limit and in obvious agony, but it seemed not to matter to the man in charge of him.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as he finally heaved himself onto his trembling legs. His suit glistened with his own blood as he resumed position and steadied for another violent barrage.

He looked to be in so much pain, but he never asked to stop. His wings puffed up, but they were spindly and small. He was wounded and running on empty, yet he was prepared to prove his worth no matter the cost.

You shouldn't have stayed, but you didn't want to leave. He was there for you when you needed someone, and it felt despicable of you to leave him alone. If there was one thing you learned from your years in incarceration, however, interrupting would only make things worse.

Hawks took up residence in a rocking chair beside the nest. He stayed up to keep an eye on the baby while you tried, and failed, to sleep. The chair beneath him groaned as he rocked to soothe Kettei, who whimpered on his chest. The baby's little shoulders jerked at every howl of wind that beat at the windows. Hawks laid a gentle hand against the boy's feathered back.

"Sounds scary out there, doesn't it?" Hawks asked. Kettei couldn't answer with anything but pitiful baby sounds, but Hawks still hummed in understanding. "Ah, I know, but you're safe with us, little one. My little eyas."

Hawks placed careful kisses along the back of his baby's head, and Kettei nudged into his collarbone, whimpering.

“Not even a day old, and already a Daddy’s boy,” you sighed.

Hawks smiled at you as the rocking chair squeaked below him. His wings draped down the sides of the chair. They dragged along the hardwood with each rhythmic dip back and forth, and Kettei watched as they swayed.

“I think he likes your wings," you observed.

Hawks ran his fingers over his son’s much tinier feathers. Funny. He'd been so afraid for so long to meet the boy, but when he finally came Hawks couldn't keep his hands to himself. All night he'd been hovering over Kettei. He cuddled with him as you slept, panicked at every whimper, and leaned over you curiously when he nursed.

Frankly, it was adorable.

“That true? You like my wings?”

Hawks raised them from the floor, and Kettei’s eyes followed them with an expression that likened wonder.

The frightening storm was long forgotten beneath the glory of his father's plumage. Kettei wiggled as he stared up at the brilliant red display above him. His own feathered limbs stretched up and out, too, though the worrisome one remained partially folded.

"Ah! You tryin to square up with me, Eyas?"

Hawks wings flexed farther outwards, careful not to knock you over the head with one. The feathers quivered at their ends as Hawks stretched them, and Kettei watched with apparent fascination as they pressed into the ceiling and puffed up. They were massive; a hundred times the size of the little boy who ogled them.

You dared not speak in fear of ruining the moment. Instead, you held your breath as your heart swelled. It beat in contentment, warming your chest as you bit back your smile.

Kettei was a newborn. He had little control over most of his body, including his wings. Still, as he stared up at his father, the tiny limbs flapped, stretched, and then clumps of his feathers puffed. He was too little to do much of anything but nurse and cry, but the instinct to mimic his father had already set in.

"Ah, damn, look at those little wings. You’re copying me—are you seeing this, Chickpea? I think he’s copying me."

You finally let out the endeared laughter you’d been holding in. It sounded just as weak as you felt, but it was also just as warm.

“I see him! What are you doing, cutie?” you hummed. “Are you copying Daddy?”

It was jarring each time Kettei looked at you and you saw his father staring back. Those black tear marks really did it.

His little hands curled into fists as he mouthed on his father’s collarbone, drooling all over it.

"You're chewing on me, kiddo?" Hawks rubbed his thumb through the mess left on his collar. This put his knuckles dangerously close to the baby chomping zone, though, and Kettei was quick to pick one to mouth on. "Oh! You're hungry. You aren't gonna find what you're looking for on me, little man. I ain't your mama.”

He stood carefully from the chair, and then passed the bundle from his loving arms into yours.

Despite the safety of your nest, the snowstorm continued it's rampage outside. It howled in the distance as the winter chill seeped in through the glass, but it wasn’t your quirk that kept you and your baby warm.

It was Hawks.

He nestled close beside you. His plumage settled over the top of his nest, and, by extension, you and his nestling. You sat up for Kettei to root around your breast. He pressed his face into your skin, mouthing on it as you helped your nipple to his lips. He had trouble latching his first few feedings, yet another upset that peaked the anxiety of his inexperienced parents. With a little motherly coaxing, though, Kettei managed a deep enough latch to suckle.

“Oh, there you go,” you hummed.

"He's finally eating well?" Hawks asked.

"Yes, I think so. Finally."

Hawks utilized your free breast as a pillow. His cheek squished into the soft mound—just inches away from Kettei—as he looked over his infant.

"Can't stand to be even a few feet away, can you?" You teased.

"He's cute, okay?"

Maybe Kettei was more wrinkly and cone-headed than you envisioned, but your husband was right. He was gorgeous. Your biggest hope, and worst fear, had been realized. The boy was a spitting image of his famous father.

Though he took so much after Hawks, nothing ever felt more yours than that little boy. Hawks seemed to understand that sentiment. He was so enthralled with Kettei that his avian pupils dilated into big, black saucers every time he looked at him. They honed into the infant’s feathers, which were disheveled from all the cuddling.

Another bird-like instinct took over that night: preening his young family. Kettei wasn't always happy with his daddy's poking and pulling, but he was too preoccupied with your breast to notice his wings being messed with this time.

“Were you born with your wings, like Kettei, or did they grow later?"

It was something about him you didn't know. You'd never thought to ask.

"Well… I–…" he stopped to mull over your question, but became distracted. Now that he was satisfied with Kettei's grooming, it was your turn. His fingers picked through your hair much like he had for your son’s wings. "Actually, I don't know. Mom told me about my birth a time or two, but she never mentioned my wings. It's a mutation, so I assume they were there.”

His voice was so soft. You closed your heavy eyes to focus on the familiar rasp in it

"It's funny. She said I was born in a blizzard, too. Also without any medical intervention, come to think of it. And Kettei came on the same night! Well, twenty years apart, but you get me… History likes to repeat itself, I suppose. It should get a little more creative."

"Really? Your mom had you alone?" You asked, marveling over this little bit of his origin you never knew. "Why'd we never talk about this?"

"Well… it's a hard thing to bring up. I didn't want you to have Kettei this way—I was petrified. But I had to keep you here for your safety. My father did the same to my mother, but it wasn't a hard decision the storm forced him to make. He was a fugitive on the run, 'member? He was just scared he'd get caught if mom asked for help."

You grimaced at his father's selfishness, though you weren't surprised. Hawks hardly spoke of the man, but on the rare occasion he'd be brought up it was never good.

"I bet he didn't do much to help her, either, did he?"

His eyes narrowed as he watched his son breastfeed through the dark.

"He left her alone, in that old shack they hid in. She didn't know what else to do, so she had me in the tub."

"He wasn't there at all? That's… that's despicable."

"Yeah, good word for him," he said, and then chuckled to dispel the heaviness his retelling caused. You didn't mind, though. You wished he'd open up like that more often.

"It was brave of your mom, though. To be able to do it all on her own. I don't want to imagine having Kettei without you."

That brought the smallest smile to his face.

Yours, too.

"I suppose… if she had any tenacity that night, though, it wore away quickly. My mother was nothing like you."

"Like me? What do you mean?"

"Well… I was unplanned, just like Kettei. And, while I'd like to think I'm nothing like my father, I… well, I wasn't really here for you, either. Things have been hard for you, but since you found out about Kettei you put him before all else. Even me, when I was uh—when I was being a—"

"An asshole?" you suggested. Hawks huffed, but nodded.

You didn't mention the soul crushing alternatives Hawks offered when he learned you were pregnant. He didn't help you prepare to parent, but instead suggested you shouldn't at all. It made sense to put all the options on the table, but he broke your heart that night.

Now that he'd delivered that little boy with his own hands; now that he held, kissed, and loved his little eyas, he was surely thankful for your unshakable resolve to carry him.

"Yeah. A massive fucking asshole," he agreed, and his eyes shied away from the child who had only ever deserved his unconditional acceptance and love. "But that's what I mean. When I said what I did that night—about Kettei—you didn't budge. I was low on my mom's priority list, but Kettei has always been at the top of yours. Realizing that made me fall in love with you all over again."

Mixed emotions flooded you. You rose above your fear and became what Hawks' mother failed to be. Reliant, loving, and unabashedly protective of your son.

But while she went hungry in a shack, you were well cared for in a log cabin that overlooked the ocean. Never once had your husband laid a hand on you, and, even when you were in the midst of a fight, he ran home to hold you when you called him crying.

You ran your fingers through his hair as you pictured the hell his mother was trapped in. Having Kettei was one of the hardest things you'd ever done, and doing so with no access to the outside world was horrifying. Having your husband to take care of you was the only thing that kept you grounded.

His reassuring voice still echoed in your mind. You could still feel his gentle caress on your cheeks; see your beautiful boy, for the very first time, cradled in Hawks' big hands. His presence alone turned your worst nightmare into a memory you cherished.

“I appreciate that, but I may have been just as weak as your mother was if not for you.”

He snorted.

“You’ve always been resilient. You didn’t need me to show you that.”

❅❅❅

You and Kettei finally fell into peaceful sleep. Hawks laid beside you in the dark, but couldn't bring himself to relax enough to join you. He kept sending feathers to flutter into Kettei's crib. One stayed tucked into the baby's onesie, against his chest, so that Hawks could monitor his breathing. Every tiny inhale stimulated the vanes, and in turn they shot signals back to Hawks' bird brain. The beating of Kettei's heart, the rush of blood pumping through his veins, every small whimper; Hawks fixated on it all.

And Kettei was doing a lot of whimpering.

You stirred beside him, rolling over to get more comfortable. A long, lazy breath escaped from you. He kissed the side of your face, and then floated up and out of bed to prevent waking you.

His feet landed softly in the carpet beside Kettei's crib, and he peeked down on the baby. When Hawks laid Kettei down he cried when his bothersome wing was tucked beneath him. He had to be propped carefully up with pillows, so that the limb could lay out flat against something plush rather than get squished against his back.

Something was wrong with it.

Hawks’ heart dropped into the hardwood.

"What's the matter, Eyas? You're far too small for nightmares," he said. The little wing propped open from Kettei’s side twitched against the pillow. He made baby squeaks that sounded terribly close to a cry. “It’s that wing of yours. It’s hurting you, isn't it?"

A soft bird song rumbled from Hawks’ throat as he caressed the baby’s side. There was nothing else he could do to numb his son’s discomfort.

Kettei’s eyes cracked open at the sound. He saw his father’s face, then stared as he seemed to listen to the low chirps. Kettei’s little legs kicked, and then he made the tiniest peeps that ever graced Hawks' ears. They were such small, high pitched sounds. Like a tiny, feathered laser gun.

Baby bird peeps.

"Oh… oh, is that how you cry for me?" Hawks asked. Seems the boy didn’t only steal Hawks’ likeness, but also his songs. He couldn’t wait to tell you.

Hawks’ wings tented over Kettei’s crib.

“Don’t worry, little one. We’ll take care of your wing soon. For now, I’m here with you.”

Kettei’s hand was miniscule in his father’s gentle grip. Hawk’s ran the thick pad of his thumb along Kettei’s fragile knuckles. A tense sigh spilled from him as the baby peeped his sad little song. He was only hours old, yet already needed help. But all Hawks could do for his boy was sing back. So he cooed until Kettei’s peeps eventually faded with sleepiness and his eyes drooped closed.

Hawks couldn’t lay back down. He stood over the crib and gnawed on his lip.

Was it normal for one wing to start out like this? The baby did just get pushed out of a canal that hadn't been designed for them. Maybe it was just strained from his birth.

Maybe it would never get better.

There was only one person who may have some insight into bringing up a winged infant, though he didn’t know whether or not it was wise to make the call. Hawks sat on the edge of the nest and fiddled with his cellphone.

He was Kettei’s father. He should’ve been able to take away his son's pain and make it all better, but he didn’t even know what was wrong.

His jaw clenched when he thought of who might know. He unlocked his cellphone, went to the keypad, and typed in a series of numbers. He didn’t expect an answer at four in the morning, but soon the robotic tone of ringing was replaced with a groggy greeting.

“Hello?”

"...Hello," he whispered. His voice filled the dark space of your bedroom, but he tried to keep it quiet. He didn’t want to wake you or the baby.

"Keigo?"

To hear that name roll off his mother’s tongue sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine. They hadn’t spoken in months. Their relationship had always been distant and tense, but even more so since he found out about the baby. It was too hard to come to terms with your new family when he kept being haunted by the one that hurt him before. His heart rate was already rising. He shouldn't have called her.

Kettei. You need to ask about Kettei's wing.

He said nothing but heard some shifting on her end. She was surely getting out of bed. Out of the bed in the house that she'd earned by giving him away. It was hard to resent her for her decision. The commission was the best thing for him, and had she not given him up he would’ve never met you.

That didn't make it any hurt less, however.

"You don't usually call," she commented amidst the silence, and Hawks' gut sank down into the mattress. "What's going on?"

Something's wrong with my baby.

"Ah, nothing. Just woke up from a dream and I wanted to check on you," he lied. It was as good of an explanation as any. Unfortunately, he couldn’t be honest with her. No matter how much he yearned for his mother to be his mother, there were things she couldn't be trusted with. Like your marriage, or his newborn son. All the things he needed her for.

"Oh… I’m fine. What was your dream about? Must have been bad for you to call me."

His eyes settled on the baby laying in the crib. He was afraid Kettei would stir and his mother would hear him crying, but Hawks couldn't bring himself to hang up yet. His hands still shook at the realization that there was a new human life in his hands, and he already felt he was failing.

"It was about when I was born," he said. “Made me think a lot about when I was little. I was hoping to ask a few questions about it.”

There had been far too many silences breaking up the flow of conversation, and it made him uncomfortable.

Please, just this once, help me.

"What kind of questions?" She snipped. Her defenses were already rising. Hawks had never confronted her about all the shit she allowed him to go through. He imagined that's what she was afraid of, but that wasn't his intention. What he really wanted out of that conversation was a sense of direction.

Reassurance from his mother.

“Nothing bad, just—”

"There’s nothing to talk about," Her snide tone cut him off, so he went quiet. "I don't know why you're bringing it up after all this time. I hardly raised you. You know more about your childhood than I do."

His gaze shifted to you, the sleeping wife that she knew nothing about. Your face was relaxed for the first time in hours, and your hand reached over the nest and through the wooden bars of Kettei's crib. You couldn't stand to be even a few feet away from your son. Meanwhile, his mother was unbothered by the worlds between her and Hawks.

He was right. She could never hope to be like you.

"I just wanna know if I was born with my wings."

He needed an answer. Maybe she’d mention whether or not he had trouble with them like Kettei has.

Her child was on the phone, and, for the first time since he was small, he needed her.

But she didn’t answer.

"Mom?"

He glanced at his phone. Her number wasn't there, only the plain background of his home screen. She'd hung up on him. Even after all that time, she was still eager to leave him behind.

The frustration with his mother and the mounting fear of failing just as she had weighed heavy on his shoulders. He clutched his phone so tightly that it creaked in his grasp. Had he been in his apartment by himself rather than surrounded by his delicate little family, he would have thrown it hard into the nearest wall.

Your hand gently found his thigh and squeezed, which startled him out of his anger. He gawked down at you as he tried to figure out how long you'd been listening.

“Hawks?” you rasped. Your eyes were heavy and your voice cracked. You were still very much suffering the effects of giving birth, and the sleeplessness didn't help. Still, your worn state didn't stop his heart from singing.

Keigo from his mother’s mouth felt painful and intrusive.

Hawks from yours—it felt like home.

“Sorry, Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said in a whisper. His voice floated about the darkness of his nest, and you hummed at the comforting sound of it. “Just had to make a call, you can go back to sleep.”

“To your mother?”

He went silent.

“I don’t have to ask where it hurts this time, do I?” you sighed. “I know that it’s right here.”

Your hand slid up and rested in the valley of his chest, above his heart. He bit into his lower lip as he struggled to steady his breath. He didn’t want to end up emotional again, so he only nodded before he sank back onto the bed beside you.

“She probably thought I was trying to confront her. I wasn’t. I just wanted to ask her about baby wings.”

Your hand slid through his thick, feathery hair. You were so tired that you couldn’t answer. You were already fading back into sleep. But, even as you drifted away, your fingers lazily brushed his scalp. It sent pleasant tingles through his aching body. Your heartbeat pulsed against his cheek, and he managed to regain his composure as he focused on its gentle rhythm. Enveloped in your arms, his mind began to calm until he, too, fell asleep.

❅❅❅

When the sun rose the world outside had fallen quiet.

It was Kettei’s very first morning, and he spent it curled up on your chest. Your family basked in the warmth radiating from your hands and the groggy stillness in the nest. It would have also been quiet if not for the low hum of Hawks’ cooing. You’d never heard it so loud for so long before, and it’s tender rhythm almost lulled you back to sleep.

But his pretty song stopped when he jerked his head towards the bedroom door. All fell silent as he stilled and listened.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, but he only answered with the bristling of his feathers. A set of footsteps echoed from the hallway. There was a small knock, but the door came open immediately after. Your doctor stood at the door's threshold. She was much too late for the birth, but relief washed over you at the sight of her familiar face.

Familiar to you, but not to your husband.

Hawks' brilliant red wings flared out to shield you and his newborn from the eyes of the intruder.

“It’s okay, she’s my doctor,” you assured, but it didn’t disarm him.

The doctor, though, could only stand dumbly in the bedroom door as she laid her eyes upon none other than the number three hero. He was sure he looked nothing like he did on television. His hair was wild and unbrushed. He was shirtless, bearing the unsightly scars he hid from cameras, and his complexion was haggard with dark bags pulling at his eyes.

Between the birth and staying up all through the night, his polished look wore away. Still, the woman recognized him, undoubtedly. The dumbfounded look on her face made his heart seize up in fear. One person witnessing him tend to you and his nestling was all it could take to put his family in jeopardy.

She stepped into the room, and Hawks' feathers ruffled. Literally. Last night he begged her to come. He was so afraid for you and Kettei that your secret left his mind entirely. But this was the first time a stranger was in his home, and during such a vulnerable and precious time.

He couldn't even find the words to greet her.

“I thought your voice sounded familiar when you called last night," she said. Hawks braced himself for whatever else she'd have to say, but she left it at that. "Sorry to barge in, you weren’t answering the door and I couldn’t get a signal.”

She sat a big case down on the floor beside her, and then asked you how you were feeling. She still couldn't see you. It was silly of him to shield you that way. It was painfully obvious now that your winged newborn was fathered by him. Still, Hawks wasn't about to lower his protective wing. You answered from beneath it. Your voice was small as you told her the baby had come, and he laid on your chest.

She approached tentatively.

"May I take a look?"

Hawks frowned. He didn't want to show her. He didn't want to unveil you. For all your lives your romance has been a loving secret. He'd become used to hiding you. Protecting you. And now that you created this child, keeping you away from the prying eyes of others felt even more important.

Your hand touched his face. Your gentle, warm hand. A smile graced your lips, and Hawks melted easily into your fingers.

"It's okay," you told him, your voice soothing and familiar as you stroked his cheek. "She's here to make sure Kettei is okay."

He let out a breath he'd been holding. No matter how intrusive and strange it felt, she could help you and the baby in ways that he couldn't. He let his wing lower until it melted into a mass of disheveled feathers in your lap. You were in full view, as was the baby you breastfed.

"I'm sorry," he told the bewildered doctor, and then tried to put on that charming smile he reserved for interviews. It surely looked disingenuous, but he was trying. "I'm new at this whole dad thing, obviously."

"Oh, you're fine. I've been doing this for years. Nothing you can do will surprise me," she promised, though she looked very much surprised. Anyone would have been to discover Hawks of all people at your bedside. The awkwardness only increased when he noticed a set of pins on her bag that sported his signature red wings.

She looked between you and Hawks, who were both well beyond haggard. "Thank you, and I apologize for not making it last night. You sounded terrified on the phone, but I see you both pulled through for the little guy. I'm relieved."

"It ended up okay, thankfully," you answered. Hawks was still too shell-shocked to find any words, so he let you do all the talking. "Kettei seems okay, but he's having a lot of trouble with his wings…"

"Well no worries, we'll take a look at them in a minute."

The doctor turned her attention to the baby.

"Hello there! You weren't supposed to come for another week, little man!" Kettei looked at the doctor from the corner of his eye, but he was far more interested in breakfast. "Ah, such a cutie. You sure gave everybody a scare, huh? Alrighty, let's start with Mommy."

The doctor was careful and kind as she checked up on you. The person in Hawks knew to let her do her job, but the bird in him wanted to squawk and chase her away when she put her hands on his wife. He subdued the instinct, but it became impossible to ignore when it was the baby's turn to be examined.

His little wing spread out in the doctor's hands as she looked for any damage from the birth. Kettei whimpered against your chest, bothered by the stranger's touching. Hawks' feathered limbs flared outwards at his son's cries. They bristled and grew massive in warning. His wings were more than enough to alert the doctor of his displeasure—he didn’t want his baby being touched.

He was often ashamed of the animal he was. The peeps and chirps interviewers would get on tape, for example, were embarrassing. But this—this was an involuntary, wholly inhuman reaction. It was nothing short of humiliating, but he couldn't contain himself.

The doctor, however, seemed unbothered.

"How about we have Papa hold onto the little guy for this part?" she suggested.

You agreed, of course. In all your years together you'd rarely seen your husband so uncomfortable. If holding the baby would help ease his anxiety, breakfast could wait a little while. Kettei whimpered when you slipped your finger in his mouth to break his latch. You pulled him off your breast, and the tension in Hawks' shoulders melted the moment the infant was cradled in his arms.

He was a little fussy, but safe.

"Thank you. I don't know why I was all—puffy," Hawks said, but the doctor waved it away.

"When it comes to babies, you're far from the first to react that way. I had a woman with a wolf quirk nip me once upon a time. I much prefer your ruffling feathers, to be frank," she said, which made him feel much better.

"So, I'm taking a look at that wing of his. He may cry, but that's the reaction we want when someone's buggin' him, right? I gotta be the bad guy and give the owies, but Daddy gets to be the good guy and give the comfort."

Hawks nodded.

"So, I have a helpful quirk for house visits like this. I can peer into the layers beneath your skin and muscle, like an x-ray, but much better. I'm just going to look in his wings."

Hawks nodded again. He always knew what to say, but this situation was unlike anything he'd experienced. He bit down on his lip as the doctor leaned over his chest and peered into his boy. Her pupils pulsed and grew massive, eating up her iris and the whites of her eyes. You exchanged anxious glances at one another, both worried about what she could be seeing beneath the baby's feathers.

The doctor let out a breath, and her brows furrowed.

"Do you have any bone structure in your wings?" she asked Hawks, who released a long breath of his own.

"Not really. I have ah… a couple small joints at the base, but my wings are mostly feathers."

"Hmm," she sighed as her thumbs ran along the worrisome limb. Kettei did not like when she coaxed it open as far as it could flex, but Daddy was right there, rubbing his back. Her black eyes swept over the musculature within it, and Hawks held his breath.

"Well… with the world being so full of quirks, I can never say for sure what a child's future may look like. A quirk could manifest that interferes with any initial diagnosis, and we can't be sure yet how either of your abilities will affect him later in life. With that said, It's fairly common for children born of an emitter and a mutant to have small deformities."

"Deformities?" Hawks asked.

"Yes. This wing isn't broken, but I'm afraid it is underdeveloped. The muscles are small and weak, and the joints are, frankly, not strong enough for structural support as it stands."

"What does that mean for him?" Hawks asked. His fear finally came out with the cracks in his voice. "He's a bird, he needs his wings."

The doctor offered him a sympathetic look.

"He'll need to come down to my practice soon for some imaging and further diagnosis, since that wing seems bothersome for the little guy. As it looks right now, though, he likely won't make it off the ground unless he inherits your quirk."

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𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 fire lord! zuko x fire lady! reader

authors note: Firstly I just want to apologize for the hiatus, I want to be more active from now on! I’m starting finals next week so I’ll thankfully be done with this semester soon and will also have more time to write. Anyways I hope you enjoy!! I also want to apologize if Zuko is ooc here.

requests:

First of all, your tumblr looks sooooo cool! I’m looking forward to reading all of your future work! Imagine this: Zuko is annoyed by people constantly asking him about a future heir, but when one day his friends also start to ask, and even his uncle and his own mother join the baby fever train, it’s too much for him so he complains about it to his wife who only reassures him with her lovely self and her understanding smiles, not telling him yet that she is in fact pregnant. What do you think ?

Can you write an imagine with zuko who is clearly, utterly and soooo obviously in love with the reader (outgoing, courageous, loving) and maybe with the prompt “So you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?” Thank you a lot! ^^

As the current Fire Lord and Lady, it wasn’t uncommon for the citizens of the Fire Nation to be deeply invested in your relationship - it was to be expected especially due to the uncommon nature of your union. What you weren’t expecting were Zuko’s close friends and relatives being wrapped up in your business as well. Being outside of team avatar, you were naturally more welcoming to his friend's constant questioning, but Zuko on the other hand was not. He couldn’t understand why they cared so much all of the sudden. They hadn’t been as interested when he was in a relationship with Mai - so why did they care so much now?

It wasn’t as if you weren’t getting along with his friends or family - you got along with them quite well and were very loved by them in fact. Outside of them though, you weren’t always as welcomed, unfortunately, the Fire Nation was still coming to terms with having the daughter of an Earth Kingdom General as their Fire Lady. The arranged marriage was put in place to solve several different ‘problems’. After Zuko broke up with Mai several years ago, he hadn’t begun dating anyone else due to being so busy but he’d eventually be expected to have an heir in the next coming years.

Although they had gotten better, tensions among the Earth Kingdom Colonies were still high and both sides were having difficulty keeping them under control. Eventually, an agreement was made for the daughter of a high-ranking Earth Kingdom General to marry Zuko - that daughter being yourself. Arranged marriages certainly weren’t unheard of in either nation - but a union of this sort was definitely unique.

Though he certainly wasn’t thrilled about it, Zuko understood that it was for the good of the people - and it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it anyway. Even with his position as the recently crowned Fire Lord there still wasn’t much he could do.

On the other hand, you understandably had some issues coming to terms with your new situation at first. Despite being known by those around you as friendly and just a joy, in general, to be around - the woman Zuko had first met was quite the opposite. He could recall it like it was yesterday. Though it was awkward and stressful at the time, he now considered it to be the best day of his life.

“She’s in there.” A female servant whispered to the young man quietly, as if she didn’t want to speak loud enough for you to hear from your place at the balcony.

“Thanks,” he replied with a soft smile, bidding the elderly woman goodbye as she shuffled down the hallway. Turning towards you he was faced with a warm tropical breeze. His advisors had arranged for the two of you to meet a couple of weeks before that dreaded day, and for some reason, they thought Ember Island was the appropriate place. A combination of anxiety and general distaste for being on the island was causing him to be quite stressed - which led him to be more awkward than usual.

“Um, hello?” he spoke up faintly, as if not to startle you. He was sure you heard him come in, but you hadn’t turned around since he entered the small room. You stood several feet away with your hands placed on the railing, your [hair-texture] locks sifting gently with each gust of wind along with your predominantly red clothing. It was against what you had wanted to wear that day but it didn’t seem as if you had much a say in anything going on in your life recently.

You understood that doing this would be for the greater good of the Earth Kingdom and that your situation could technically be worse. You could have been married off to some old creep - but if you were being honest with yourself being married to the Fire Lord sounded just as bad. As you turned around though, you were surprised at the face you were met with.

He had a much younger face than you had expected, but the slight hollowness of his cheeks and the worry lines on his forehead told you that he had experienced things beyond his years. He also happened to be quite handsome - not that you wanted to admit it though. You had been bent on hating him ever since your father told you who you’d be wedding.

He was the leader of the Fire Nation, of course, you would hate him! The country that has had a century-long reign of terror on the world - and now you found yourself engaged to their leader. What had you done so wrong in your life to deserve this?

As much as you wanted to plan on running away the first chance you got, you knew deep inside that it would only cause tensions to increase and more issues to arise. You wanted the best for the residents of the Earth Kingdom, so you agreed to go through with it, but did so resentfully - which you had every right to feel that way.

But as you glared up at the young male next to you and tried to keep your attention off of the scar over his left eye - you couldn’t help but wonder what if this was the man who joined the avatar in defeating the Fire Lord? He wasn’t what you expected at all. Standing in full armor with his hair holding the fire nation insignia in a top knot - he looked awkward and out of place. You almost felt bad for him - keyword is almost.

“What do you need Fire Lord?” you questioned him, turning your gaze back to the rushing waters of the ocean.

“Um,” he faltered slightly, probably not anticipating your response. “I just wanted to introduce myself-“

“I know who you are.” you brushed him off, turning around and walking towards him - grabbing his collar and pulling him to your height. “We might be getting married but if you think for a second I will ever be nice to you, you are sadly mistaken.” you hissed at him before letting him go and walking out of the door.

Zuko couldn’t recall how long he stood there watching your form leave, all he remembered was standing there like an idiot with a red face. He hadn’t expected you to like him of course but he surely wasn’t expecting that.

As he reminisced on memories long ago while sipping his Uncle’s tea, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his features. As stated earlier, It may have been an unpleasant memory back then but now he considered the day he met you to be the best day of his life. Though your relationship had surely faired through many complications for a while in the beginning - surprisingly, you became fond of Zuko over the years.

It was certainly a long time coming but that strange friendship you two shared eventually evolved into love against all odds. That didn’t mean you weren’t constantly giving him an ear full (as you should tbh) your first months together. But as time progressed and you learned that he may not have been the evil prince that you had heard so much about, at least not anymore.

He wasn’t that same angsty teenager he had been years ago looking for the avatar, he was now a young adult growing quite well into the position of the Fire Lord - which was no easy feat. Taking another sip of tea, he watched his Uncle and Mother come to take a seat with him.

“How is it, Nephew?” His Uncle asked with a mischievous grin and a raise of two bushy eyebrows - albeit already knowing the answer.

“It’s great as always Uncle,” Zuko responded with a small smile, his Uncle's expression making him just a bit concerned, causing his Mother to chuckle. Though she had gained a few wrinkles over the past couple of years, she was still as radiant as she had been in her youth. She was also much happier being able to live with the family she had been apart from for many years without fearing Ozai’s intervention. It came with a price though - it seemed as if her relationship with her estranged daughter who was now on the run would never be resolved. She never lost hope though.

“Zuko,” his mother began speaking, catching the young Fire Lord’s attention with a raise of his eyebrows. “When are you going to give me a grandchild?” She asked teasingly, eager to see his reaction. In turn, her son had barely kept himself from spitting out the mouthful of tea.

“Why do you ask that?” He choked out in between a series of coughs with Iroh patting his back gently.

“You haven’t?” She asked in between chuckles, noticing how her son got bewildered at the mention of having children of his own. “You know you’ll eventually have to have an heir at some point right?”

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it... but Y/N and I are just really busy.” He thought aloud, wishing he could run a hand through his hair - but was unable to since it was pinned in a top knot.

“Zuko, you never know when you’ll get this time of peace again. What better time to raise a child?” Iroh reassured, wiggling his eyebrows. Letting out a groan, the young Fire Lord attempted to mentally prepare himself to go through this same conversation every time he visited his family.

Over the next couple of weeks, the constant badgering he received from his friends and close relatives started to frustrate him further, so who could he turn to? You of course.

Being married for several years now, you were more than used to Zuko’s rants, so you simply just reclined on the bed with an eyebrow raised as he paced back and forth.

“I don’t get it! Why is everyone so concerned about when we’re going to have a child or not?” He questioned seemingly no one as you attempted to keep your face from contorting into a smile. It wasn’t as if you didn’t understand his frustrations, it was just funny to watch, especially since you were already pregnant.

You were surprised that he hadn’t noticed honestly, with you staying in for the past few days due to feeling sick. Who could blame him though? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t attentive and loving as a husband, he was extremely busy as of recent-and also just dense at times. After noticing his silence for a few moments as he looked over the balcony, you decided that maybe this could be the perfect time to tell him.

Getting up and sneaking behind him, you snaked your arms around his waist and turned so you could see his face. He let out an audible sigh of what sounded like relief before returning your smile and your hug.

“You want a head massage?” You questioned pulling away, wiggling your fingers playfully.

“Please.”

For the past couple of years, Zuko had been letting his hair grow out so now it rested around his shoulders.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You started tentatively, but as usual, he was too caught up in the sensation of your fingers raking across his scalp to entirely understand what you were saying, so he just nodded in response. “I’m pregnant.” You stated plainly, ceasing your scratching. Not getting a response for a few moments, you turned to face him with a worried expression.

Much to your surprise he was grinning up at you and placed a warm hand on your cheek. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell y-“ you were abruptly cut off by him pulling you into another hug and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “So you’re happy about it?”

“Couldn’t be happier.” He responded sincerely, leaning into your shoulder so you couldn’t see the redness on his cheeks.

Maybe your family and friends would finally leave the two of you alone now?

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Miss American Pie

Chapter Two: The Perfect Partner Project

Warning!: This series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing. Please keep scrolling if that’s not for you. 💜

Summary: After you’re freed from Dreykov’s control you team up with Yelena and Natasha to take down the red room.

Chapter One : Chemical Subjugation

“I thought you had a jet?” Yelena cocks her head to the side, as you approach the decrepit helicopter.

“I asked for one.” Natasha mutters, under her breath.

“This isn’t a jet.” You add, the closer you get, the worse it becomes.

“I realize that!” The man who’d been standing with his back to you whips around to defend himself. This must be Natasha’s friend. “But you know what you didn’t give me? Time. Or money. I’m not made of jets.”

“Aww, he’s sensitive.” Yelena coos, “I see why you keep him around.”

“I’m not sensitive.” He protests.

“Of course not,” you smirk.

“Listen you-“ he breaks off. “Who are you again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Yelena introduces you, climbing aboard. “She’s my partner….” She shrugs, “you name it really.”

“Partner works.” You chuckle, joining her in the cockpit.

“If you say so,” Yelena waves a dismissive hand. Getting a feel for the controls.

“Wonderful,” the man acknowledges your title.

“Thanks for the ride, Dick.” You salute him through the front window.

“It’s Rick,” he calls back.

“I know.” You give him a thumbs up. Waiting until he turns back to his conversation with Natasha. Taking the opportunity to lean down, kissing the top of Yelena’s head.

She cranes her head back to see you.

You nuzzle your nose against hers, until an exaggeration throat clearing tears you apart.

“We don’t have time for this.” Natasha, of course.

Yelena scowls at her, “yeah, yeah.”

Breaking Alexei out of a maximum security prison using only an earpiece, stowed inside of an action figure is a terrible plan. Nearly as bad as using him for information on how to locate a facility that’s impossible to find, run by a man who’s too slippery to kill.

That doesn’t stop you though. Generally speaking it’s going well. Until one of Yelena’s shots triggers an avalanche.

“Woah.” She marvels at the scene before you, her masterpiece. “Now this would be a cool way to die.”

“Yeah,” you holler back, sarcastically, over the chaos.

“You were getting no where with your tiny guns.” Yelena points out.

“Slow and steady wins the race,” you remind her.

“Fast is better. Solves problems.”

“And clearly creates new ones.” You jerk your chin toward the mountain.

“Get us out of here!” Natasha’s voice blares through the headset.

“I’m on it.” Yelena assures her. Moving into a better position for extraction. “Watch the side window.”

At her request you shuffle to the main ship. The prison guards are still putting up a fight. Inmates running in every direction.

“Alright, Natasha’s with us.” You confirm, once she’s secured her place on the black hanging rope. “Circle between the walls on your left to grab Alexei.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Yelena snarks, steering the plane away from another explosion.

“You’re doing a great job.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“Fine,” you huff. “The spot is tight and the angle is bad. I don’t know how you’re gonna pull this off.”

Yelena is silent, processing the information. “Lie to me a little.” She amends.

“You got this.” The blinding wall of white threatens to swallow Alexei whole. You’re holding your breath too as the rope moves past the metal bridge he’s standing on.

“Well?” She yelps, impatiently.

“I don’t know. I can’t see.” Once the snow and ice clears, you spot two figures carefully scaling the rope. “Yelena?”

“Hmm.” She hums, expecting the worst.

“I knew you had it.”

“Yes,” Yelena sighs, before falling into easy laughter. More invested in this than she will ever admit.

————————————————————-

Unfortunately, entertaining as Alexei may be, he has next to no information about Dreykov.

Instead he drawls on and on about how the man wronged him. Stuck him on that “boring mission” in Ohio. Then tossed him in jail and threw away the key because of…hair? A party?

You weren’t entirely sure. You excuse yourself to the vacant seat beside Yelena. Giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze.

Full lips twitch up into a grin.

“Tell us where the red room is.” Natasha grumbles.

“I have no idea!” He shouts, and then in Russian. “Why don’t you ask Melina?”

“Mom Melina?” Yelena whips her head around.

“We thought she was dead.”

“You cannot kill a fox that swift,” Alexei sucks in a breath.

You choke on your own saliva.

“Ew.” Natasha winces.

“What?” The man shrugs. “She was the master mind. His architect.”

“Are you telling me that Melina works for the red room present day?” Natasha leans closer.

“Yes,” he nods. “Remotely, outside Saint Petersburg.”

“I don’t think we have enough fuel for Saint Petersburg.” Yelena decides, after checking the needle on the gauge.

“We’ll make it.” Alexei waves away her concern.

“Ok,” Yelena mutters.

You look over at her.

“We’re not going to make it.” She mouths, with a shake of her head.

You smirk, closing your eyes and relaxing into the seat. It’ll be nice while it lasts.

Before long you’re falling into a controlled crash, at the Saint Petersburg city limit.

“So,” Yelena jumps out onto the dirt. “Are we there yet?”

“No, you will know when we are there.” Alexei begins snorting like a pig.

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You take a seat in the chair opposite Yelena inside Melina’s humble abode. Her pigs can be heard carrying on out in the yard and Alexei’s early snorting makes perfect sense now.

Your eyes dart around the three women at the table uncomfortably as noises continue erupting from the bathroom. “Everything alright in there?” You bellow, loud enough for your voice to carry down the hallway.

Another groan is the only response.

“Let’s drink,” Melina’s voice breaks the tension. She fills each of your shot glasses in turn.

“Thanks,” you raise the clear liquid and toss it back. Feeling it burn it’s way down your throat before going back for another.

After a moment a clunking from the doorway calls your attention.

“It still fits.” Alexei announces, having stuffed himself into his old costume.

Melina whistles, with a slow clasp as he approaches the seat at the head of the table. “I never washed it once. Come eat.”

He hums a tune under his breath, reliving days gone by. “Look at us, family back together again.” If you didn’t know better you’d think it was sweet, he seems…happy.

“Well,” Melina swallows, dishing mashed potatoes onto his plate. “Seeing as our family construct was just a calculated ruse that only lasted three years, I’m not sure we can use this term anymore.”

“Agreed,” Natasha perks up. “So here’s what’s going to happen-“

“Reunion then.” Alexei offers instead. “I want to say something right off the bat.” He says to the woman who’d once been his wife. “You haven’t aged a day. Just as beautiful and supple as the day they staged our marriage.”

Melina moves closer, “you got fat, but still good.”

“I just got out of prison,” he confesses, “I have a lot of energy.”

“Ooohooo.” The older woman exhales.

You can’t help the bubble of laughter that forces its way from your chest. Covering your mouth with your hand as Yelena takes another shot.

“Please don’t do that.” Beside you Natasha looks physically ill as she protests. Swallowing down her disgust she begins again. “So listen. Here’s what’s going to happen.”

“Natasha don’t slouch. You’re going to get a back hunch.” Melina flicks her fork in Natasha’s direction.

“What? I’m not slouching? I don’t slouch.”

“Eh, listen to your mother. Up! Up!” Alexei joins in.

“I told you, I don’t want any food.” Yelena pushes her plate away.

“Eat a little something Yelena, for God’s sake.” Melina says, piling food onto her plate.

Yelena groans.

“Are you kidding me? Stop it all of you. This is ridiculous.” Natasha bites out.

“Me? I didn’t do anything. That’s not fair!” Yelena argues.

“It’s true, she’s just sitting there.” You shrug.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Natasha roars, effectively silencing the room. “You’re going to give us the location of the red room.”

Melina purses her lips, avoiding the topic. “It’s like when you told them they could stay up to catch Santa Claus.”

“That was fun!” Alexei recalls. “Look out girls, he comes down the chimney. And when the cookies are gone you know he is there.”

Melina clicks her tongue.

“What? I want them to follow their dreams, shoot for the stars girls.”

“No good.” Melina disagreed.

“Killing Dreykov isn’t a fantasy. It’s unfinished business.” Natasha looks between the two of them.

“You cannot defeat someone who commands the very will of others.” Melina says, softly. “You never got to see the culmination of what we started in America. After the perfect partner project was rejected, we took a different route.”

“The perfect partner project?” You repeat, racking your brain. You’ve heard that somewhere before.

“Why’d Dreykov scrap the project?” Natasha’s voice cracks like a whip.

“I don’t know.” Melina’s eyes dart down to her plate.

You can see that she’s lying.

“That’s when we turned our focus to chemical subjugation.” Melina continues, “the control is so profound that when the subject is instructed to stop breathing. They have no choice but to obey.”

Yelena shakes her head. Perfect lips turned into a frown. Hazel eyes glistening with tears as they meet your own.

“That’s enough.” You warn the older woman, seeing the expression. The last thing you want to do is cause her anymore pain.

“No.” The blonde insists. “Tell me more about the partner project.”

“Yelena, we don’t have to do this.” You shake your head.

“Yes, we do.” Yelena slams her fist against the table in frustration.

“The extraction was messy to start. A high profile missing children’s case in North America. But the bond was very strong. Enhanced through targeted conditioning and subliminal messages. Until something happened that Dreykov did not anticipate.”

“What happened?” Natasha wonders.

“The girls became…attached.” Melina’s mouth twitches, “so they were separated.”

“Do you know who they tested on?”

Melina’s guilty eyes land on you. “I am sorry.”

“No,” you suspected, maybe. Somewhere in the back of your mind. You spent the first six months in the red room under solitary confinement. Rapidly and rigorously conditioned in a matter of weeks instead of years. Preparing you…for her. The teenager girl you couldn’t stand, the woman you eventually came to love.

“You,” Yelena laughs, although it’s not particularly funny. “Us.”

“Yelena-“ you reach for her hand across the table.

“Don’t,” she snaps. “Don’t tell me that it will be ok. They stole your life because of me. I never asked them to do that. I never asked for you!”

“I know.” You assure her. None of this was ever her fault.

“That’s right, because you know everything. Don’t you, Y/N?” Yelena scoffs, her hands balling into fists on either side of her dinner plate. “You know what I think. You know what I feel. Look at you. Ready to come out of your own skin because I am unhappy. Prepared to move mountains, prepared to start wars.”

“Like you’re any better.” You challenge, she knows you like the back of her hand.

“That is my point!”

“I’m sorry that this happened.” Alexei interrupts. Surely gearing up for a ‘father of the year’ speech. “But we are here now. All together! Wasn’t that worth a few years of-“

“Shut up!” Natasha growls at him. “You are an idiot.”

No response.

She moves her attention to Melina, “and you’re a coward. You’re a coward. And our family was never real. So there’s nothing to hold on to. We’re moving on.”

“Never family, huh?” Alexei throws up his hands. “In my heart I am simple man. For a couple deep undercover Russian agents I think we did pretty great as parents.”

“Yes,” Melina nods her agreement. “We had our orders and we played our roles to perfection.”

“Who cares? That wasn’t real.”

“What?” Yelena’s voice breaks.

“That wasn’t real.” Natasha repeats for emphasis. “Who cares?”

“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. It was real. It was real to me. You are my mother!” Yelena all but sobs. “You are my real mother, the closest thing I ever had to one. The best parts of my life were fake.” She pauses, drawing in a steadying breath. “And none of you told me.”

You swipe at the tear that escapes your eye. Traitorously running it’s way down your cheek. It was never fake. Perhaps arranged, but never fake. The way you want to wrap her up in your arms, protect her from her own sadness. The way your heart breaks in time with hers. That is real. It has to be.

She turns back to the woman who she considered a mother. “Those agents that you chemically subjugated around the globe…that was me too.”

Finally she addresses Natasha, “and you. You got out. It is impossible to escape. Are you going to say anything?” A pause. “No.”

She pushes her chair from the table, taking the bottle with her as she stands. Turning her back in the four of you.

“Yelena.” Natasha calls after her. Guilt eating away from the inside out.

“No.” Yelena dismisses her a second time. Moving into the next room and closing the glass doors behind her.

You look down at the plate of food in front of you, now lacking any appeal.

“I had no idea.” Melina whispers, wringing her hands.

“I’ll go to talk to her.” Alexei offers, rising to his feet.

“About what?” You hum, “how you handed her over to a life of pain and suffering at the age of six? How you experimented on her? How you didn’t come back for her? Yeah. I’m sure that’s just what she needs right now.”

With that you excuse yourself, back out to the front yard. Slowly circling the perimeter of Melina’s cottage. Not looking for anything in particular. Just killing time until someone produces information about how to get to Dreykov.

The blinding light that appears moments later catches you off guard. A team of men exit one of the three circling planes. Since you couldn’t find the red room, this is the next best thing.

—————————————————————

Waking up is disorienting, coming to from a tranquilizer always is. It’s bright, almost blindingly so. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. You attempt to use your hands to cover them, only you can’t move your hands.

Leaning up as much as your restraints will allow you discover that you’re strapped to an operating table. And you’re not alone.

“Yelena?”

“Miss American Pie,” she drawls from a similar position. Neither of which gives you much chance to escape whatever fate awaits.

“You’re not allowed to die mad at me,” you grumble.

“I’m not mad at you.” She blinks slowly, as the surgeon marks a clean line at the perimeter of her hairline. “I’m just mad.”

“Yeah,” you let out a laugh, turning back to the light above the gurney. “Me too.”

“You are my perfect partner.” She murmurs, while gloved hands busy themselves with preparations. “I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.”

There’s a beat of silence between you. Acceptance…peace. “I love you, you know.”

At this Yelena smiles. A genuine, happy, smile. “I know.”

Something to remember her by.

The syringe at your neck releases a sedative into your blood and you fall asleep. One last time.

—————————————————————

Dying is peaceful, gently rocking in the ocean. Then swaying more violently, giving you the urge to be seasick. Your body should move with the force of it. But something holds you steady, something warm.

“Yelena?” You croak.

“Not quite, but there is resemblance, huh?” A different voice greets you.

“Alexei?” You realize, pushing yourself into a sitting position.

“That’s a girl, up you go.” He says, clapping a hand against your back.

“What happened?” You ask, “where’s Yelena?”

“Still inside,” Melina confirms. “Brought you here so you’d be safe.”

“Natasha?”

“They’re coming.”

You sigh, ready to jump out the open door of the hovering chopper.

“What are you doing?” Alexei demands.

“Going to find them.”

“Wait! Y/N, wait.” He pleads. “There’s something I must tell you. I tried to tell Yelena but I don’t have earpiece.”

“What?” Your brows furrow.

“Never mind that.” He shakes his head. “The point, is you were right. What you said about Yelena. We complete our mission, we move on. But losing her, losing my girls is my biggest regret.”

“I’ll tell her, don’t worry.” You give his shoulder a squeeze.

“Please let me finish.” He stops you again. “She carried your unconscious body through burning building, through explosions. This is not easy, you are very heavy.”

“Oh, Alexei!” Melina scolds him.

“Not that.” He amends, “you know what I mean. It is dead weight.”

You nod, “sure.”

“I look at you together and I see true love and I am happy. You are family now, and this time…we are going to stay together. We’re not leaving without you.” The older man says, helping you onto the metal grate of the falling red room.

Not a second later an explosion rings through your ears, sending Melina, Alexei and your get away vehicle spiraling to the ground.

“It’s the thought that counts,” you’ll make a new plan.

You run toward the flames and gunfire. “Yelena!” You call out, searching the surrounding area.

“Y/N,” Natasha finds you. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t find Yelena.”

“I thought she was with you.” The woman frowns.

“Well she wasn’t!” You bite out, fear and frustration getting the best of you.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her. You go-“ the red head pauses. Her eyes focused on something behind your head.

You turn to follow Natasha’s gaze. Finding her. Yelena. The wild, unpredictable, firecracker of a woman. On the wing of the jet with Dreykov inside.

“Yelena! Stop!” You rush over, realizing what she’s about to do. Her staff poised at the propeller.

She pauses at the sound of your voice.

“He’s not worth it.” No one is worth it. Not when she is the cost.

Yelena smiles, eyes alight with mischief, “I love you, you know.”

“I know.”

Natasha tries to reason with her. “Don’t do it!”

“This was fun.” Yelena tells her sister, jamming the propeller and effectively destroying Dreykov’s jet. The force of the explosions sends her backwards, hurtling towards the ground with the remaining pieces of the red room.

“Put your pack on and jump.” Natasha tells you. Rushing for the nearest parachute. “I’m going to save my sister.” She dives head first over the edge, without putting on her harness.

“Not if I get there first,” you challenge. This would be a cool way to die.

Chapter Three: Bye Bye

#marvel fanfiction #yelena belova #black widow fanfiction #black widow #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova fanfiction #natasha romanoff #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x y/n

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Creterion . Apus

a/n: tbh this has been on my mind since i uploaded the last chapter but i didn't have the time to even write prompts about it. also i can't seem to remember how i write befoer so i'm not sure if this is my usual writing style or at least similar to it...

Warnings: gn neutral reader (i think? i might slip tho sooo), reader is unsure of everything, and tries to see teyvat as something really good, basically gaslighting themselves lol, lore spoilers (?), possible misinformation about visions and archons and genshin's world in general, hints of imposter syndrome, hints of negative thoughts and possible mental illness (like depressive thoughts and stuff), minimal dialogue (there's only like one or two lines), just the usual of me being unable to word my thoughts properly

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

If there's something missing in the warnings let me know so I can add it

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

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“Is Teyvat really created for me? Everything just seems so… surreal.” You’ve been pondering about that since you first came to the world. Everything just doesn’t make sense in your head.

The daughter of the Kamisato clan brings down her teacup as she stares at you worriedly. She hates seeing her deity lost and unsure. “All of us can assure you that all of this is for you. I’m sure that you can also feel how much more lively this world seems to be since you came. Not just that but it also follows and guides you and makes sure that everything is to your liking if Teyvat itself can help it. I’m sure that you only need to take a moment to hear out nature and you will know what I’m talking about your grace.”

Thoma nods enthusiastically at the things Ayaka is explaining to you. All of them can indeed feel that the world is more lively since you came home. Especially the part of Teyvat where you are. They already expected that you coming to terms to this world will be a slow progress, after all they took you home on a whim and you only ever knew of Teyvat as a fictional world in a game you love and cherish.

Your tea session with the two Inazuma residents came to a halt when Sayu informed the two about the meeting they should start preparing for.

The topic may have ended during your tea time but that doesn’t stop you from mulling over it when you were alone. Your poor brain just can’t seem to fathom how it is possible that a world was created for you, only you and no one else. You aren’t even aware of all of this until Albedo brought you here.

But then again it’s the same thing with visions. The archons don't know who has their elements visions. A person’s ambition and beliefs are the factors that make it possible for one to receive a vision. Not really necessarily an archon’s favoritism to someone.

That may be the case but of course the archons still have a contribution to giving away the visions aside from it being their element. An archon's desires, beliefs, fancy you name it, is what makes the criteria to giving visions away.

Like how Barbatos is the god of freedom and has lost someone very important to him. Factors like this about him became important in distributing anemo visions as you can notice that the people who have them lost someone dear to them, or desire to achieve freedom (even if their way of freedom is somehow unconventional as their freedom is up to their standard and ambition), or most of the time it’s both.

Wait…

Wait a minute…

It kind of makes sense now…

Of course not everything is coherent for you but thinking about what you remember about Genshin’s lore shines some light to your dilemma.

Its very possible that you manifested everything in this world. Your desires, ambitions, wants, and needs are what makes up this world.

Earth was… more or less fine. You weren't happy most of the time when you were there and there were too many things going on that you didn’t take a liking to. Teyvat seems to be the opposite though, sure there are some things that you don’t like but that can easily be outweighed by the things you love and cherish about the world. Ever since you first tried out Genshin Impact it was like someone took a look inside your brain and made a world based on what you like and cherish.

Your old world, your old life wasn’t the greatest. It manifested some severe negative thoughts, made you sick with how society worked and made you want to end it all with all the expectations. But here, here in Teyvat you’re free. Without a doubt there are still some of those things in this world but for you personally it isn't as suffocating as the one on earth.

It wasn’t so bad that you would cry yourself to sleep. Not so bad that you would have to sacrifice something in your life that you really cherish and love just to live up to other people’s expectations. It wasn’t so horrid that everyday you wish for everything to end and for you to just be gone because you’re so done with the world.

The more you cogitate on it the more you execrate your old life and wish to forget about it along with the emotional suffering it brought upon you.

Well not like all of those things matter anymore. Teyvat is your world, your home, a place where you can start anew and let go of the past as all of that doesn’t matter. A place where you can be yourself and everyone will vouch for you and the things you like.

Teyvat really is the ideal place for you. You can even go as far as to call it paradise. Hopefully you know what you signed yourself up for. After all people always say that you must be careful for what you wish for.

#Creterion . Sagau #genshin #platonic genshin #sagau #genshin sagau #cult au #genshin impact #soft yandere

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The Empress (pt.I)

Hello! This is a C!Technoblade X reader, however its a tad bit of a AU mixed with the dream smp, and the Smp Earth. I had heavy inspiration from ClearMiller’s Animatic on youtube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdGImEfG4Mk  (there is the link! its amazing I so I hightly recommend checking it out!)

I hope you enjoy! -Saturn

warnings: mentions blood

words: 1,317

pt.I pt.II 

   "Have you herd of the Antarctic Empire?"

   The soft voice had startled you a bit. To used to the clank and ring of your hammer bouncing off the anvil. You spared him a glance to show you were aware of his presence. The question hung in the air as your father slowly shuffled through the door. The limp in his step evident. You hummed in agreement, not taking your eyes off the anvil before you. Not wishing to burn yourself or ruin your work. The Empire was the largest and most well known. Many of the people that resided there were labeled as dangerous. To this day the rumors stood that the country was built upon bloodshed. There leader, the Emperor, was the one everyone feared the very most. The glowing blade in your hand weighed heavy, keeping you mindful as you stuck the heated metal. The sheer warmth radiating from your craft had sweat beads running down your forehead, causing stray hairs to cling to your face.

   "To be fair i believe everyone has nowadays" you hit the blade again, with a stasifying "Clink" causing sparks to fly off. You worked the metal with ease, almost as if was made of clay, bending it to where you pleased.

   The elder man's eyes flickered between her and the blade. The heat from the blade, and the flames from the the forge caused a warm atmosphere. Light dancing everywhere on the stone walls, Illuminating the your face as it contorted into a thought. "Why do you ask?" You inquired. Pausing your hits on the blade as to not miss hit or possibly hit a finger. You lifted your head with a sigh, wiping the sweat from your brow, facing your father.

   "The Generals have sent a request to every small village black smith." The man ran a aged hand over his beard, as he paused. Slowly sitting on a discarded stool. No longer able to stand long due to his pain. "They would like a fine blade. Handcrafted out of the best material we have access to" he cleared his throat. You could tell he was weary of informing you. "If you choose to offer a blade, you will be payed handsomely they so said, but on the condition that its hand delivered"

   ah yes, there's the catch.

   Your face contorted briefly, "hand delivered? Are they crazy? They live in the middle of a ice cube" you scoffed. Even if the idea of good pay interested you, Your father was respectfully definitely out of commission for work. After the raid that terrorized your small village, many of the men from your village were left injured, some beyond repair. Your father although luckily alive, was one of the ones left with permanent damage. "Why don't they ask there own smiths to craft them one" you placed the blade down fully, walking to a stool by your father, figuring this is a good enough time to take a break.

   He hummed amused "well word is they don't have the resources to make said weapons, sure iron maybe, but there looking for something much stronger.". Everyone knew Diamonds were the best material you could have, however you were not from Africa, so diamonds were not as lucky. You watched him, your father wouldn't have brought this up for no reason.

   "Right" you paused trying to think of a way to ask the meaning of this conversation, ultimately just choosing to be blunt. "Why bring this up?".

   Your father rubbed his hands together, a nervous habit he possessed. " (y/n) you have a gift. No matter what material your given you pour your heart and your strength into it. Your blades are nothing short of amazing". Pride filled your heart at his words. Praise from him meant the world to you. Where your mother praised your work daily. Even if she found your craft boy-ish, your fathers praise was rare. Only voicing it when you did something truly magnificent. "I was hoping you would craft a blade and deliver it. If not for your name, do it for mine. The money would really help us." His eyes were kinder, somewhat pleading.

   "You... want me to enter a blade...?" You worded it carefully. Thinking on what he said. He gave a simple nod as a response. "You don't seriously mean.." his face in that moment said it all. He wanted you to, you didn't have to. But it was obvious the nudge was present. "Do I have time to think about it?" Your father nodded again.

   "I'll show you the letter, your choice doesn't have to be now. However, since you are of age you can freely travel, so I thought maybe it would interest you. Since young girls seem to have a knack for adventure. Again, if you do not choose to I understand." He rested a steady hand on your shoulder for reassurance.

   The talk with your father had your mind restless for the next two weeks to come. After reviewing the letter, you were able to determine they would pay you to bring your crafted weapon. If your blade was made well enough they also would buy it off you for a large sum. You were torn. the money would greatly help your parents, not only that but, your village was near desolate. Depending on the sum given the money could go towards buildings and repairs. However, if you stayed you wouldn't have to leave your parents, and have to battle the climates to get your weapon there. after all that was the biggest problem you were facing. 

   Soon you made your mind up, you would craft a blade. you would craft the best blade they had ever laid their eyes on. You gathered your materials and what you deemed fit, Diamonds and Netherite. You had come across Netherite when trading for materials. The gentleman you bought them off said it was a strong material if used properly. However, he was never able to find the correct use for the strange material. Luckily a mistake you made ages ago with testing, turned out to be the correct mixture needed to make Netherite what it was claimed to be. For what you were aware no one used Netherite, for what you were going to use it for, you hoped that your new material would prove useful, and as strong as the man had claimed.

   At that you had pushed yourself and got to work. putting your literal blood, sweat, and occasional tears into this blade.

   The shear weeks trying to prefect this monster of a sword had definitely taken a toll. you were tired. Yet you still had to prep and ready yourself for your long aching trip to the empire. with the blade finished, it was a pure work of art at that. The blade itself was black, the glittering of purple and a pearlescent blue danced with the light when you moved it. The hilt was just as sturdy as the blade, the handle wasn't uncomfortable, wrapped in leather and ensured for the possible long term use. You were proud. 

   You put the sword into the sheath. carefully wrapping it up in a cloth to insure it will not be damaged. from then you moved to packing. you packed clothes, and heavy ones at that, then little other things you think you may need. you genuinely had no idea how long this trip would take. 

   After talking to a nearby harbor you were able to secure a ride to the empire, with the payment of labor. so when you were ready for your trip, you lovingly said your goodbyes to your neighbors, and your parents. Your father had a hard time saying goodbye, but he also knew you would make him so very proud. with everything now set in stone you were on your way to the Antarctic Empire.

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