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⋆˚࿔ morning hues

waking up with the mha boys !

— includes : kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader implied, around 0.3k words each,fluff, established relationship (sorry i’m a sucker for romance) suggestive if you squint, usage baby + babe used, light swearing

authors note: my first drabbles ever guys how are we feeling ! can you guys tell who’s my favorite lolol

also here’s a link to the pose kirishimas is cus idk if i described it well enough haha

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is a light sleeper. so whenever you begin to shuffle in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttering open, so does he.

when he finally does find himself fully conscious he immediately pulls you closer to him, yearning for your warmth. his big arms wrapped around your neck and his body pressed flush against yours.

“goodmorning baby.” his voice is rugged, eyes still closed as he places a delicate kiss on the outer shell of your ear.

you maneuver your head up so you can whisper out a small “morning.” before placing a kiss on his forearm. he flexes, pretending to choke you with his muscle. you giggle as your hand moves up to caress his biceps, a sign of appreciation.

he’s smiling, though you can’t see it, you just know. “how’d my girl sleep?” he asks, like he has been every single morning since you’ve gotten together. you’ll never get bored of it.

this is how you spend most early mornings. in bed together, waiting for the sunlight to stream through the bedroom window.

eijiro releases you from his grip, moving to gently rubbing your back as you recall the dream you had that night. you boldly explain the actions from your dream as he passionately listens, making additional comments along the way.

“hmm, yeah? that’s nice baby.” he coos into your ear as his hands rub up and down your shoulder, kisses being periodically planted on your skin.

when the words “i have to get ready.” would eventually escape your lips eijiro would insist you stay in bed a bit longer, he’d even ‘fight’ you for it.

his arms are propped up on either side of your face as he peppers kisses over your giggling face. “eiji, please,” you say between short breaths “i have to get ready for work!”

“i don’t want you to go,” he’d whine, only promising to let you go if you give him another kiss 🩷

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

“denki.” you complain for the fifth time. the golden haired boy, whose head is resting on your upper chest, remains still. you watch as his chest rises and falls with every breath, his brows occasionally furrowing. you sigh.

denki is a deep sleeper. usually he wakes up in the early afternoon (though if you two had a long night he could sleep until the late afternoon!!) he’s doesn’t like to admit it but you both know that his sleep schedule is so ass.

“babeee.” you groan. though you really enjoyed the view you also really had to get to work.

finally, he moves. “hmmm?” a low groan escapes his lips. he turns, attempting to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

you take time to drink in the image of your sleeping boyfriend as he nuzzles himself into you. you let out another sigh, this one holding less tension than the first. “kami.” you say, sweetly. your hands find their way to the base of his neck and your fingers slowly climbing up to play with his hair. his grip on you tightens, fingers digging into the side of your waist.

“i have to get up now, okay?” you place a soft kiss onto his sun dyed hair.

you wait a few seconds for a verbal reply and to your surprise (not really) you began to feel a wet patch forming on your neck. “denki.” you dead pan.

“yes y/n?” his eyes are sparking as he looks up at you, feigning innocence.

“that’s not going to work on me again dumbass.” you sit up and ruffle his hair, laughing sweetly at his attempt to keep you in bed.

“but baby-“ he starts to whine as he sits up as well.

when you get off your shared bed you finally see how disheveled he is. his shirt is a wrinkled mess, not to mention it’s slightly riding up his stomach. he’s blinking his eyes, very clearly trying to wake himself up. you bask in his beauty, a smile creeping up on your face.

“i have to get ready, really denks,” you try to put on a stern voice, but it’s hard to leave your boy.

“can you at least turn around before you go?” he ask as with a pout.

your brow cocks at the question. though it is a weird request, it’s your boyfriend request. so you oblige. “happy?” you ask, glancing back from your shoulder to examine the expression on his face.

his eyes are lit up and locked onto your body. “yeah,” his says, a dorky smile on his face as he lays back down. “so happy” he giggles, his voice dreamy.

he falls back asleep not too long after that, his dreams full of you.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

when you sleep with your boyfriend, hanta, you often find yourself waking up comfortably tucked into the corner of his elbow.

surprisingly, hanta is an early bird and is up with the sun on most days. he likes to spend mornings getting ready together so he usually finds himself staying in bed scrolling on his phone while waiting for you to wake up.

when he sees your sleeping figure finally rise to life he can’t help but tease you a bit.

you attempt to rub the sleep away from your eyes as you turn over on your boyfriend's arm. when you finally open your eyes you’re met with a big grin plastered on the raven haired boy's face.

“look who’s finally awake,” he sings, his tone is teasing, but holding no real sting to it. he tucks his arm in, bringing you closer.

“goodmorning to you too hanta,” you say in a low voice, not being awake enough to play along with his playful attitude.

his face tilts to your reaction, noticing your low energy. he lets out a low hum before leaning to bite your cheek “sorry ma,” he mutters as he pulls away. “i meant to say, goodmorning beautiful,” he corrects.

you can’t help it as a smile creeps up on your face. he always knew exactly how to cheer you up. you bite the inside of your cheek as the outside burns a crimson color.

“such a tease,” you pout as your body moves to hover over his. you tilt your head up to kiss along his jawline, ready to get payback. he lets out a satisfied hum as his hand makes his way to your lower back, possessively laying there.

“y/n,” he starts, his voice is soft. he closes his eyes as his eyebrows knit together. you travel from his jawline down to his neck. he shutters when your soft lips touch his skin, as if you put him under a lovestruck spell.

“hmm?” you mumble from his neck. he opens his eyes to see yours locked onto his, their reflections toying with innocence.

he bites back the smile on his lips as his head falls back onto his pillow, his eyes falling closed once more.

when you pull away from his neck he lets out an airy laugh. “evil,” he says, peeking down at you as you laugh at him.

“that’s what you get,” you giggle.

his hands quickly find their way to you. he’s now holding your face in his hands, “you’re cute,” he breathes out as he squeezes your face, finally leaning in for a proper kiss.

“ready to get up now?”

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi knows the tell-tale signs of you waking up. he’s seen it so many times before. the way your face scrunches when the sunlight hits your eye. the way your lips fall open while intelligible mutters slip from your mouth.

so hitoshi waits. he doesn’t mind waiting anymore. not when you're lying on his chest, practically on display just for him. it’s all finally worth it when your muttering comes to a stop and your eyes slowly open.

you tilt your head up, your sleepy eyes meeting hitoshis. your boyfriends typically weary eyes are soft and tender as his gaze dances down your body.

“goodmorning,” he says in that deep voice that makes you feel so weak. he rubs your arm as you let out a relieved sigh.

“morning toshi,” you reply with a small smile. “switch?” you offer him.

hitoshi was quick to nods so you switch positions; toshi now sprawled out across your chest as you laid on your back underneath him. your hands raced to his hair, pushing his lavender locs back and massaging his scalp. the soft mewl of contentment he lets out makes your skin feel hot. “you sleep at all?” you ask, mostly to calm yourself down.

“like three, maybe four hours?” he said with shrug as if he was trying to downplay the situation. he dipped his head low, not knowing you could see the tip of his ears color themselves pink.

“not bad,” you say, placing a kiss to the crown of his head.

okay, maybe he hadn’t told you how he’s been sleeping way better because you're by his side. maybe he couldn’t handle hearing you say how proud of him while you kiss him all over. maybe he couldn’t handle how cute you’d look with a smile that big on your face.

yeah, he definitely couldn’t handle that. not yet.

he’s not new to your shared morning routine, but for some reason seeing you tousled up next to him in bed, early in the morning, still manages to make his heart race.

Dabi with an S/O that has a bad scar

(that he gave them)

Uh...Dabi with gn!reader and stuff.

Warnings: burns ig, stalking and kidnapping, Dabi is a little bitch, swearing and choking.

Also pls don't reblog my stuff! Or repost shit like that. Anyways enjoy :D

Dabi was never good with showing his emotions.

He tried to avoid talking about anything of the sorts as much as he could.

So when he felt a strange feeling in his chest when he saw you, a hero, he didn't recognize the love he felt. He thought of it as hatred. Which ended up in him attacking you.

At first, you dodged all his attacks and hit him with your quirk at least once. You were doing pretty good for yourself. Until your colleague got attacked by Toga, distracting you.

Dabi took this as an invitation to strike. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a wave of fire towards you, and you weren't able to dodge in time. The fire struck your neck, leaving you with a third degree burn.

Your colleague managed to get away from Toga, and get you to safety.

Dabi felt wrong. He felt a sinking feeling in his chest, like he made a mistake. He didn't know why. After all, when did he ever do anything wrong? He had this deep urge to see you. Maybe it was to finish the job. To burn you alive. Maybe it was to play with you a bit. But eventually, he gave into the urge and tracked your agency down.

You were sitting in you office, unfortunately finishing some paperwork. Rubbing your tired eyes, you lean back in your office chair. Being a hero was a great job, but you hated the paperwork. Especially when Hawks dumped all his baggage on you, ditching you do go do something stupid.

You heard a tap at your window, interrupting your thoughts. Looking up, you see a dark shadow perched on the window seal. You squint to try and see it better, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't scared. You hesitantly step forward, reaching out to open the window.

Dabi gets tired of waiting for you to open the window, so naturally, he breaks it and climbs in. You can see him clearly, and you feel your heart beat faster. Your mind was racing. There was a villain in your hero agency. You ready your quirk, ready to strike first and ask questions later. You raise your hand, when he suddenly grabs it.

The villain tilts his head, looking at your fist in his hand. He feels the strange feeling in his chest again. This annoys him. Deeply. So he breaks your wrist, causing you to yell out in pain. Your secretary hears this, and runs in. She freezes in place, scared out of her mind. You quickly stand up, ready to fight back.

Only to find out the villain has fled.

Weeks pass. No sign of Dabi. Well, to you that is. He keeps getting this...feeling..in his chest. He hates it. And the worst part? It happens any time he thinks about you. So he decides to stalk you.

Watching you in battle from afar, watching you in your agency, he even managed to find your house. Unfortunately for him, you're not an idiot. You close your curtains at night and lock your doors and windows. Damn.

Dabi eventually gets tired of this feeling. One day, he's on a misson with Toga. Toga is rambling about some random girl from U.A, the one that looks like Kirby. The thing that catches his attention, is the way she describes her feelings for the girl.

And everything she says, is how Dabi feels about you.

Toga suddenly mentions that she once considered kidnapping the girl. Dabi stops in his tracks. Thats it. Thats how he can face this fucking feeling in his chest. So he breaks into your house when your asleep, burns it down, waits for you to fall unconscious due to the smoke, and takes you back to the League of Villains hideout.

Only, he keeps you to himself. The others don't even know you're there. Dabi ties you to the bed, and waits. Then he gets tired of waiting after ten minutes. So he pinches your cheek, hard.

You jolt awake, your eyes wide. Dabi looms over you. "Morning." He finally says. You growl at him, and trash in your bonds. Dabi rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall. "Thats not going to work." He says, very unamused by your antics. You continue to ignore him. Dabi walks over to the bed, and grabs your jaw. His grip is firm, and almost hurts.

"Easy, creep." You spit back, trying to squirm away from his grip. Dabi tightens his grip on your jaw, but you won't let him win by wincing. "What the hell do you want?" You growl, narrowing your eyes. Dabi ignores your question, and lets his hand travel down to your neck.

You're wearing a turtleneck that successfully hides your scar. Annoyed by this, he rips your shirt off. Dabi ignores your discomfort.

His fingers lightly trace around the scar, making you squirm, wanting nothing more but to be away from him. Dabi grips your shoulders, making you hold still. He smirks. "Cute scar." He murmurs. "You really shouldn't keep it covered. It makes you look better." His statement makes you glare at him.

"You think I want people to see that? Its ugly." You bite back.

"Ugly? What makes you think that?" Dabi lightly squeezes your throat, making your breath hitch.

"Because you made it." You growl, trying not to let the fear show.

Dabi squeezes again, a bit harder. He leans down to your ear. "Well, personally..." He whispers. "I quite like it." He chuckles, pulling away.

Dabi runs a few fingers down your chest, now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You're cute." He grins devilishly. "I think I'll keep you."

Meant to be yours ♥︎ pt. 2

Yander!Chuuya x Gn!Reader

༻★༺

The date was as amazing as you could remember. You didn’t know what you expected when Chuuya said somewhere fancy, but it certainly wasn’t a rooftop date with meals that exceeded the hundreds. Chuuya paid like it was nothing. But then you’d remember he’d bought 5,000 worth of wine like he was handing over a single cent.

Everything about that night was heavenly.

—

“I hope you enjoyed the date doll.”

A nickname he ended up calling you sometime tonight but you couldn’t exactly remember. “It was.. something! I really enjoyed it though.”

A silence fell over you both until Chuuya broke it. His voice was soft but his expression was softer. “You looked really nice today Y/N, and.. I’m really glad you agreed. You’ve made my day.”

He grabbed your hand, lifting it up and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. Chivalry isn’t dead after all. He took you back to the winery which you insisted, not to mention your car was there. So with a quick goodbye Chuuya left.

Genuinely, you hoped to see more of him outside of just him coming to the store to buy more wine or to buy you wine. But perhaps bumping into him in the grocery store? That’d be nice.

Never did you think the universe would make you its favorite for the next few months to come.

If only it lasted forever.

༻★༺

‘Finally! A day off!’ The wine shop was closed today because my parents need errands to make, and although it did kind of upset me that we were running behind on stocks, but at least I finally got a break.

Which means it was time to hit the stores with my well earned money!(after I finished paying my bills obviously). Deciding on which store to go first to was pretty hard to decide, it’d been a while since I last had time to myself, but eventually I decided on stopping by my favorite cafe to get some breakfast first.

A coffee and a donut is what I settled for. Was it healthy? No. Did I care? Not in the slightest, besides it’s been a while since I last had a donut. I took my order and ground myself a booth in the corner away from prying eyes.

I took a bite from my donut and hummed in delight. It’s been way too long since I last had something this sweet and delicious and—

“Y/N?”

Fuck. What now?

The minute I turned over my rude facade dropped immediately. Orange hair, blue eyes, fancy-ass outfit. Chuuya?

“Oh- hey! What brings you here?”

“Coffee. Mind if I sit?”

“No, go ahead.”

When I gestured for him to sit he sat right across from me. We stared at each other for a while, an awkward silence quickly settled in but just as quickly as it settled, it left the minute Chuuya spoke.

“So, you come here often?”

I nodded.

“Yep. One of my favorite places to eat breakfast when I don’t have to work.”

Chuuya’s outfit wasn’t so fancy today, just a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, some black slacks, and his signature hat and choker. “What about you? Do you come here often?”

“Actually it’s my first time here. I was in the mood for some coffee and this is the closest place there was.”

He explained, a tad bit sheepishly but I just shrugged it off as him being nervous. “So uh..” He drummed his fingers against his coffee cup, looking away and then looking back at me again.

Silence fell over us for what felt like minutes which was definitely only seconds, after some time Chuuya finally spoke up. “I take it today is your day off?” I nodded, “cool, mine is too actually—“ he paused, a train of thoughts going through his head all at once. His face flushed a little making me smile.

He’s cute when he blushes.

“Uhm- right. Since today is both of our day off.. do you.. wanna hang out?” This time it was me who was blushing now. He wants to hang out? With me? Looking like this? Why am I even thinking like this we already went on a date!

“Uhm.. sure! Why not?”

Damn I hate myself.. but that left instantly when I saw Chuuya smile, it made me smile. We both left our awkwardness behind and just began to talk about random stuff. When we finished our coffees, Chuuya paid for us both and then we left and just began to aimlessly walk around town.

It was fun. We window shopped, talked, stopped by food vendors and so on. But whenever we did go to a store and I’d pick something out, he’d always insist on buying it for me. But the man was slick. Every time I reached to grab my wallet and grab some money he’d be faster and pay with his card.

Now all of a sudden we ended up in an antique shop, both looking around. Chuuya was facing something and I was looking at a different shelf and found a cute little doll. I awed at it and Chuuya heard me, so he came over to see what it was I liked next, but when I showed him the doll he backed up.

“The fuck is that?!”

He nearly shouted, I laughed and approached him with the doll. “What? It’s cute!” Chuuya shook his head. “There’s no way you’re going to buy that thing? It looks haunted!” We bickered over the dolls cuteness for a few minutes before I put it back and then continued looking around.

Sadly we didn’t buy anything from the antique store. We continued walking around town for a while and Chuuya then suggested we go to the park.

As we headed there, we passed by a little bridge with cinder blocks on the side. My child side slipped out and climbed onto them, balancing on them with my arms out and I began to walk. I didn’t know when it happened but Chuuya moved his hand under mine but we weren’t necessarily holding hands, his hand was just under mine in case I fell.

Once I reached the end of the bridge, Chuuya’s hand was still under mine, so, I grabbed it and he helped me down but once I was on the ground safely he still didn’t let go.

We stared at each other for a while until he began to start walking. Honestly, I was too stunned to say anything so I just let him hold my hand as we continued walking towards the park.

༺❂༻

Our date— our hangout— went well. I enjoyed it lots.

‘His hand was really soft.. even if it was in a glove.’

I thought, staring at the ceiling as I lay on my bed. I thought back to everything that had happened and my face heated up. We held hands nearly the entire time after he helped me down from the bridge wall..

Oh gosh..

I rolled over and nuzzled my face into my pillow. This cant be happening right now…

It shouldn’t be happening.

Hoped you enjoyed part 2 of “Meant to be Yours”! This part is a bit rushed, I was trying to get it out as soon as possible. But I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

Meant to be yours ♥︎

Yander!Chuuya x Gn!reader

༻★༺

Five years ago you met Chuuya when he first walked into the winery your family owned. It was a growing business but in the end it grew pretty fast. It had all types of rich wine like 89 Petrus, Château Cheval Blanc 1947, and Château Margaux 1787. Even some of your families own wine they made and aged for at least two years before selling. You began to work there because you needed a job, and because your parents wanted you to take over the business someday.

The day you met Chuuya you were working at the register, like a regular employee you turned over when you heard the small ding, signaling a customer had arrived and just like you were trained to do you smiled and said “Hi, welcome in.”

You expected Chuuya would be looking around but instead his eyes were locked on yours. It caught you off guard. Nonetheless, you kept your professional demeanor while all Chuuya did was shoot a brief smile and nod your way. You practically remembered that day like it was yesterday.

He spent some time looking around the shop, and you couldn’t help but watch. He was a stunning man for sure, maybe a little shorter than average but his physique was well built. While not macho like, there was traces of muscles beneath his tailored suit.

His hair was oddly cut but framed his face well. It suited him. Then there was that fedora on his head with a dangling chain. It gave off some type of mobster vibe, especially with his coat hanging from his shoulders and fluttering behind him with each step he took.

He took a couple minutes to browse then finally approached the register with two wine bottles in his hand. One bottle of Chateau Lafite 1787 and a bottle of the Screaming Eagle.

Well shit.

Someone clearly has money or he just didn’t check the price. The bottle of Chateau Lafite was 1,500, and the Screaming Eagle was 3,699. I rung him up quickly and told him the price.

“That’ll be 5,199. Will you be paying with cash or card?”

I placed his bottles in a bag, while I carefully did so I snuck a glance up at him only to find he was already staring at me which made my face heat up quickly.

“Card.”

Wow. I feel creepy but his voice is just.. something. It’s nice. While he inserted his card I stared down at my hands because the awkward silence was making me want to break it by most likely doing or saying something weird on accident.

“Have you ever had Screaming Eagle? I hear it’s worth the thousands you spend on it.”

Ah.. that beautiful voice. I wonder who he’s talking to. I looked up from my hands to his face and saw him staring directly at me, smirking. He was talking to me?!

“Oh uh.. no. But I do hear it’s good.. also.”

Wow. What a use of grammar.

He chuckled. A low, deep, rich sounding noise. That alone could make others melt but I had to remain professional. For the sake of my job, embarrassment, and pride.

“Don’t tell me you’re a potential wine heiress and yet you’ve never had good tastin’ wine before?”

How dare he? Of course I’ve had good wine!

“Well- yes I drink wine but.. not this kind. I can’t afford it.” He chuckled again and it only made my heart thump faster. “Ya know.. you can just grab one of them bottles over there and a swig of it right?” Stealing from my parent’s shop? Number one, I’d die. Number two, I’D DIE.

“Uh no actually. My parents would absolutely kill me. I’d have to buy it.”

This seemed to surprise him for a split second but he then grinned- a self confident, self aware (aware he’s smoking hot) grin. “I’ll buy you one.”

I laughed not thinking he was serious. His deadpanned expression told me otherwise. As he walked towards the wines on the shelf and stood there for a while before picking one out. From what I could tell from all the way over here, he grabbed a bottle of 89 Petrus.

On his way back he wore that same grin on his face. “This is one of my favorites.” I rung him up again and told him the price “4489.” He paid then slid the bottle towards me.

“For you. Now you can brag about the totally mysterious yet handsome man who bought you an expensive, to-die-for, wine.” With a wink and that handsome grin, he grabbed his bag containing his wine and left.

He really just bought me a bottle of wine? Y’know what, I will brag.

In the weeks to come, I eventually learnt his name from his frequent visits. Chuuya Nakahara. He came by a lot, buying more wine or buying wine for me to try. Either way I got to see him. His visits became so frequent that I didn’t have to look up when the bell rang to know it was him by how often he visited.

I learnt eventually he liked to collect wine and open them up on special occasions, or to just unwind from work. Which I could appreciate.

The clock switched to 3:35 and the bell rang, I smiled to myself as I checked some orders for more wine on my phone “Evenin’ doll. What’s got you smiling?” God I love that voice. “Nothing. I was just thinking.”

“Yeah? ‘Bout what?”

I finally turned to look at him but what I saw wasn’t the regular Chuuya who comes in here looking like a fancy mobster. No. This Chuuya looks casual. Like a normal civilian.

He was wearing a white t-shirt, a red jacket with white stripes, his sleeves were rolled up. He had on black jeans and white shoes. On his head, sat a black cap rather than his regular fedora. He also had on a necklace with a ring on it and a watch. And in his hand? A to-go bag from one of my favorite restaurants.

“Nothing- uhm.. in particularly…”

He raised a brow. Did I say something wrong? “You mean ‘nothing in particular’?” My face heated up. I silently nodded which caused a low chuckle to come from him.

“Thought so. Anyways uh… I checked out this restaurant I’ve never heard of before and I really liked the food. I wanted to share it with you.”

He placed the bag on the check out counter, I stared at it and then laughed softly. “Wow.. that’s sweet of you, but I’ve eaten here multiple times. It’s my favorite restaurant.” This time, it was he who was blushing. “Really? You don’t say? Well then you may or may not have had this order but I wanted to share it with you.”

This was extremely sweet, I smiled and took the bag. Whoever his partner is, if he has one, or whoever his next partner happens to be, they’ll be lucky to have him.

“So.. when’s your day off?”

“Why do you ask?”

Chuuya glanced down at his watch, considering his next words before looking at me again.

“Well I hoped you’d tell me first then ask why so I could tell you I want to take you on a date.. but I just did so- when’s your next day off? And would you like to come on a date?”

What.

The.

Hell.

This drop dead gorgeous man asked me on a date? Me?! Please tell me it’s not a joke…

Silence…

I don’t think it’s a joke. Well, in that case..

“Yes, I’d like to go on a date with you.”

-end.

The end for now a pt. 2 is in order, think of this chapter as a memory type thing!

Fallen in the River

Word Count: 1,101

AN: This is the first story I’ve ever posted for others to read, so if anyone reads it please give me some feedback. Good and bad, I would like to get a get some opinions on my current writing skills. And if there is demand for a part two I would like to know. Enjoy the story.

Pairing: Company x GN Reader (platonic)

Summary: (y/n), a human from another world, finds themself within the famous children's story The Hobbit becoming a member of the Company of Thorin Oakensheild. One night after a long ride the Company set up camp in a cave to shield themselves from the never ending rain. (y/n) follows after the two princes and the hobbit to speak with them when they are all given a good scare.

Warnings: Injured reader

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Honestly, (y/n) wasn't sure how exactly they ended up in their current predicament. Sitting on the bank of an angry river in the middle of nowhere, during a harsh downpour. They sat in the mud, completely soaked and shivering; they hugged themself close, and hissed when they felt the growing burning pain in their forearms. While they were still in the water the current brought a dead log right into their path. In order to keep themself conscious, they had to bring their arms up above their head to take the brunt of the hit before they went under. Their right foot was missing it’s boot, which made them considerably colder than they already were. Plus, they were crestfallen over the loss of such loved footwear. (y/n) really loved those boots.

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, (y/n) hauled themself up and began limping back towards the camp. They didn't give any thought to an explanation to give the company upon her return; Their mind was too scattered. (y/n) couldn't think straight as they tried to recall what had happened. When they fell into the river, the ground had crumbled beneath their feet, and they tumbled into their near-watery demise. Fili and Kili had been there, along with Bilbo, who had let out quite a scream at their fall. They must be worried sick. (y/n) found themself becoming increasingly more exhausted the longer they walked. How far had the river carried them? Soon their thoughts weren’t more than just incoherent blurs in their head.

When they arrived at the mouth of the cave, their teeth chattered loudly, and they rubbed their hands up and down the sides of their arms. When (y/n) came into view, several figures stood and quickly came to their aid, not that they were really willing to accept it. They brushed past them, heading straight for their bag on a mission to get out of their wet clothes and into relatively dry ones. They didn't even notice that several members of the company were missing. Pulling out a set of new clothes, someone approached them and placed a warm hand on their shoulder.

“(Lass/Lad), you alright?” It was Bofur, his voice was soft and full of concern.

“Tell everyone to turn around.” They avoided his question. ‘Please.”

“What?”

“Tell everyone to turn around. I’m gonna change.” They didn't even give him time before they started pulling their shirt off over their head.

Bofur sputtered and spun on his heel with his hands slapped over his eyes. The others soon followed, and (y/n) heard several surprised mutters in Khuzdul, but paid them no mind. They continued on, their pants following their shirt to the ground; they stripped down to nothing. The chill air blew over their naked skin, making a violent shiver run down their spine, and they quickly pulled on the second set of clothes. After they were fully clothed they walked past a few turned heads and sat themself as close to the fire as they could with her blanket slung over their shoulders.

“You can open your eyes now.” (y/n) teased.

“(Lass/Lad),” This time it was Balin who addressed them, and they hummed in response as they warmed her hands over the fire. “Are you alright?”

(y/n) was quick to answer, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m good.”

“Are you sure? How about you let Oin l give you a good once over?” His voice was firm.

“Bilbo came running in nearly twenty minutes ago, screaming about how you’d fallen in the river.” Dwalin spoke up to reinforce his brother's suggestion. “Thorin and them are still out there look’n for ya.”

After he mentioned it (y/n) looked around and noticed that he was right. Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Bilbo were all missing from the cave. They chewed on their lip unconsciously, thinking about how worried they must be, how worried they all had been before their unforeseen reappearance. Where were they now? How far had they gone? They thought about getting up to go get them themself but ultimately decided against it due to their freezing and battered state. (y/n) pursed their lips then looked up to Dwalin.

“Shouldn't someone go find them? It’s still raining.”

“Aye, I’ll go tell them your back alive.” And with that Dwalin nodded towards Balin, and made his way out of the mouth of the cave.

(y/n) watched him leave when another violent shiver racked their body. A large warm hand placed itself gently onto their cheek almost making them sigh, but they didn't resist slightly leaning into the touch. Bifur had moved to their side with a very concerned crease in his brow. He spoke something to Balin and removed his hand - much to their dislike - to make a few hand signals. The older dwarf nodded and took a few steps closer.

“I do believe it would be in your best interest to allow Oin to look you over, Bifur says your freezing.” He paused, thinking, “You took a hard fall, (lass/lad). It also wouldn't be wrong to assume you may be injured.”

“I guess there's no harm in it.” (y/n) gave in.

Balin waved Oin, who grabbed his medical bag, grunting as he pulled himself to his feet. (y/n) had to turn their back to the fire to face Oin as he sat before them, feeling their skin with his bare hand. They showed him their arms to which he shook his head and muttered something under his breath, before bandaging them up. The bandages went from just below their elbow to just before their wrists. It felt odd to have their arms wrapped up the way they were but never once did they say anything opting to allow Oin to do his thing.

 At one point their foot was in his grasp where he found a gash about four or five inches long on the back of their calf where a rock had caught their leg and stolen their boot. It was slightly deep so he had to stitch it close before wrapping a bandage around it too.

By the time he finished, Dwalin returned with the last members of the company hot on his heels.

THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST PERFECT WAY A WRITER WROTE ART THE CLOWN LIKE THE WAY HE EXPRESSES HIMSELF

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Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), afab!reader

Warnings/CW : blood, talks about murder, domesticity, HARD smut, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, oral (f! Receiving), Art himself, silly stuff, cussing, reader has a poochina, a lot of words, etc etc

A/N : IM BACK and OBSESSED with Art rn yall r gunna get sm of this clown omgggg (he looks so hot in that gif)

It's 8:50pm.

You're laying on your couch, your head on one armrest, your feet resting on the cushion. You're dressed in your pajamas, a soda on the coffee stand and a bag of chips in your arms. You watch your favorite show on the TV. Almost every light is off around you, which would scare anyone. Especially where you live, and knowing what- rather whos- been creeping around the streets recently. Lucky for you, you're dating him. So you'd say you're pretty safe. At least you hope so. The only light on is a small kitchen light, and the light coming from the TV screen.

There was three knocks at your front door, which was a couple feet away from where you're laying down. You recognized those knocks. "It's open!" You shout and shove some chips into your mouth. The door opens, revealing your murderous clown boyfriend, Art. He walks in, a frown on his face for a second before his grin returns. He shuts and locks the door behind him and he drops his bag full of weapons by the couch.

Art walks up to you happily and reaches over to hug you. That's when the familiar (too familiar) smell of blood hits your nose and you stop Art from hugging you. You get a better look at him, now realizing that he's covered in blood. The clown sulks a bit when he's rejected affection. "Babe, you need to shower."

Art rolls his eyes and leans back a little in the process, putting his hands up in a fake surrender. He looks side to side a couple times before he tries to hug you again, huffing dramatically when you again, refuse to touch him. "Go shower and we can cuddle." His mouth forms an "O" shape and his eyes widen. He nods vigorously and turns on his heels and speeds to the bathroom. You laugh and focus back on the TV and your snacks.

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After a while, you're still laying on the couch, sipping your soda and eating from your almost-finished bag of chips. Suddenly, right next to your ear, a loud squeak sound startles you. You jump (or if you're like me, you scream too) and look behind you where the noise was. And there he was; your boyfriend. He leaned back in silent laughter, pointing at you, still holding the horn he loves so much that he used to scare you.

You roll your eyes and laugh with him a little. Instead of his usual clown attire, he has a black T-shirt on, with the word "cunt" across the chest in white and black sweatpants. He still has his usual clowny makeup on, just now it's cleaned of blood. When laughter dies down, Art suddenly lunges at you, hugging you over the couch, tightly. You hug his arm. "Come around so we can cuddle." He instantly shoots up and scrambles to walk around the couch. You didn't have time to fully open your arms before he laid down on you. His arms wrap around you and he nuzzles his face in your chest.

You wrap your arms around Art, just as tightly as his arms wrap around you. His hands slide down your back and to your ass, a huge grins on his face, thought he's not looking at you. You let him feel you up and watch the TV. Until you feel Art squeeze your ass a couple times. He finally looks up, his shit-eating grin not leaving his face. "Art-" you look down at him. He maintains eye contact with you as he gives you a couple more squeezes, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

You press your cheek against his head and laugh a little with him. "I love you," you tell him softly. He squeezes you tighter and kisses your collarbone. "Do you love me too?" He nods vigorously as a response, then sits up a little, outstretching his arms, seeming to say "this much", his smile not leaving his face. You smile up at him and he collapses again into your arms, squeezing you tight.

You continue to watch TV as Art snuggles against you, clinging onto you and locking his eyes onto your face; not once looking at the TV. You play with the tag on the back- inside of his shirt as his arms stay fully wrapped around your waist, forcing your back to arch a bit. You look over at the clock. 9:56 pm.

"Baby," you reach for the remote and turn off the TV and sit up a bit, "lets go to bed." Art wiggles his eyebrows at that and you just scoff as a reply. He gets up and so do you. Art bends his elbow to you, offering to hold your arm, almost like a butler would to the princess. His other hand on his hip and he continues to smile widely. You hook your arm into his and he happily guides you both to your shared bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and reaches in to find the lightswitch, his tongue sticking out in an almost cartoonish manner of concentration. His smile returns when he flicks on the light and he fully opens the door, let's go of your arm, and gestures you in, in a "ladies first" kind of manner. You tiredly laugh and walk into the room. Art shut the door behind him when he enters too.

You tear off your bra and pull down your pants, then climb under the covers. Art climbs into bed with you, immediately snuggling close to you, burying his face in your neck. After a while, he pulls away and points at his cheek. "Kiss?" He nods and you kiss where he pointed. He turns his face to show his other cheek, pointing to it too, and you kiss it. He turns again and points to the cheek you kissed first and you lean in to kiss it again, when he moves his head at the last minute, making you kiss his lips. He silently laughs, pointing at you, silently saying "gotcha!". "Hey!" You laugh.

You flip eachother over, getting on top of him. His mouth forms an "O" shape for a second before his grin returns and he wiggles his eyebrows, his hands tracing your back. "If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked." You kiss his lips and Art immediately presses his hand on the back of your head, tilting his head opposite of yours. You hum as you two kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, which makes Art frown, and he pushes you back into his lips. You smile and laugh a little bit kiss him back.

Arts hand goes down once again, giving your ass a playful squeeze. After a while of kissing, you two pull away and you lay on his side, looking up at him. How you loved this man. This sick, sick man. You both look at eachothers eyes, the only sound being heard is your breathing and an occasional car driving past coming for outside. You can't even hear him breathe. It's not like he's human anyway.

Art blows you a kiss, which you reply back with the back of your hand against your forehead, in a dramatic fashion, throwing your head back. Art holds you closely and buries his face into your neck, grinning. He looks at you, an eyebrow raised, as he slips his hand under your underwear, his hand now on your bare ass. When you look at him, silently questioning him, his eyebrow raises further up. "..finee." you roll your eyes and smile down at him.

Arts eyes light up instantly and he gets on top of you. He kisses your neck, rougher than his other kisses earlier that night. He grabs onto your hips and hoists you up so your head lays against the headboard, his body between your legs. Art dips his head down between your legs and bites your pantyline and tugs it off with his teeth, and painfully slow. He maintains eye contact the whole time and when you lock eyes with him, he wiggles his eyebrows in a playful manner, which you reply back with a breathy laugh.

Art pushes your legs back as far as they can comfortably go. He finally breaks eye contact to stare down at your pussy, licking his lips in an- again- almost cartoonish manner. He stays staring at it for seconds too long, making you look away a little embarrassed, feeling too exposed for too long now. Suddenly he dives in, not even going easy first. Your thighs tremble and you moan in suprise, your hands grabbing onto the bedsheets. Art goes from roughly sucking on your clit, shoving his tongue into you, and making out with your pussy, roughly moving his head side to side as he does. He occasionally looks up to watch your reaction to his movements, then looks back down at your pussy. He pulls away, making you look down at him. He uses one hand to point at the hand holding your legs apart. You caught the gist, replaces his hands on the back of your knees, opening your legs, with yours.

Once his hands are free, he licks his lips again and dives back in. Art uses his thumbs to spread you open, giving him more access. He goes faster and faster and you moan louder and louder. Your thighs tremble and Art continues eating you out. Art pulls away every so often, licking around your pussy, your inner thighs, and your ass; licking up your juices. He locks his lips around your clit and sucks roughly, moving his head side to side.

You moan louder and louder, warning him of your upcoming orgasm. He continues his movements, his hands gripping your hips and pressing his mouth impossibly closer to you. You grip onto your own thighs as your head rolls back, as your orgasm hits you like a train. You moan loudly, calling out his name, your legs threatening to close but your strong grip on them keeps them open. Art slows down just a little bit, but does stop. You squirm a little from the overstimulation as he continues.

After another minute of Art making out with your pussy, he pulls away, sitting up. His eyes stay locked on your pussy, his fingers teasing and tracing it. His hand goes to your thigh as you let go of your legs and they relax. Art grabs your chin, roughly but not enough to hurt, and he looks at you darkly. That stare would've scared anybody. But you've gotten used to it. You can tell what his eyes are telling you, rather than what his mouth can't. He kisses you roughly, and you taste yourself on his lips. How you're not covered in his face paint is beyond you. Maybe it's not face paint. Maybe it's just his face. Who knows?

Art pulls down his pants as he kisses you, your arms wrapped around his neck. He keeps his pants still on, but pulls it down just enough to where his dick is now exposed. He gives you no warning before he enters you, then wasting no time to start moving. You struggle to kiss him back, while you moan louder than you did when he ate you out a couple minutes ago. His hands grip your hips and he fucks into you roughly. You grip onto his arms as your back arches. Art bites down onto your neck, occasionally kissing it too.

Your head starts to go fuzzy as he continues his almost brutal pace, your hands on his back now, nails digging into his back. "Art...art- baby..." you moan out, making him look up at you. His expression looks relaxed but hungry, which was rare but not unusual. "Faster...I want more... give me everything you have..-!" You begged, but before you can finish your sentence, Art does exactly what you asked of him.

His pace is almost unhuman, and brutal. But really, that's all he is: unhuman and brutal. But it hurts so good. Your legs try to close, but with Arts body between them, they stay open. His eyes never leave your face as he continues. His signature grin returns- with no time for you to question the sudden expression change- and he delivers a couple rougher, harder thrusts into you, going deeper and deeper into you with each prolonged thrust.

You look up at him and he silently laughs before diving back in to attack your neck, and his fast, hard thrust come back. Your brain feels fuzzy, to the point where you're now just babbling nonsense into his ear as you moan. Your eyes roll back and your thighs tremble. After a bit of Art raming into you, seemingly, unmercifully and attacking your neck, you again warn him of your upcoming orgasm. His movements don't slow down, or speed up, as you cum for the second time that night. Even when the feeling subsides, he doesn't stop. He doesn't even slow down. He just sits up and looks into your eyes as he overstimulates you, again.

He picks up your legs, pressing your knees on either side of your chest as he continues. Drool collects a little on the corner of your mouth. You grip onto his arms as he (borderline creepily) smiles at you, showing no signs of stopping. You couldn't tell if you wanted to beg for more, or beg for mercy. "Art! Fuuuck!" You borderline scream, your nails digging into his arms as you cum again, this time squirting, making a mess on his shirt- that he was still wearing- ,his pants, and the bedsheets under you.

Art looks down as you make the mess, almost like in a trance. Your legs tremble in his grasp and he finally stops. He pulls out and looks up at you tired, fucked out face. His face looked suprise and points to the mess. "What?" You question, panting. He looks between your mess and your face a couple times, surprised. Art grins and flips you over to your stomach. You lay your head on pillows as Art lifts your hips up. His hands never leaves your hips, knowing your wobbly legs wouldn't be able to hold yourself up.

He enters you once again, making you moan, this time muffled by the pillow. His harsh pace from before starts up again and your eyes roll back and back arches. You moan loudly- again muffled by the pillow- as he continues. After a while, it seemed like Art didn't like how the pillow muffled your moans, so he digs his hand into your hair and pulls your head back. You continue moaning, blabbering his name, along with nonsense.

In the midst of your incoherent blabbering, you begged him for more, which he caught onto. Art throws your head back into the pillow and grip your hips harder. He goes harder, matching his speed, so much that it hurts. You moan loudly and your legs threaten to give out but Art keeps you on your knees. You turn to your head to look back at him, and he's grinning, like usual, looking at your reaction.

Art let's go of one of your hips, his hand roughly smacking your ass as he continues. When he heard your loud moan of a response, he deliveres another rough hit to the same spot. And another. And another. And a final one. He massages the spot he abused, not slowing down his thrusts for a second. You mutter to him that you're close and he continues his pace against you. You moan loudly as you cum, again.

And like everytime, he doesn't stop when you came. You reach back and grab onto his hand. He keeps going with his pace you again, make a mess on him and the bed. Your moans now sounding more broken and tired, but still loud. Even after you squirt for the second time tonight, Art didn't stop. He keeps his harsh pace until you feel him finish inside you and pulls out. Your body relaxes, but tenses up again when Art shoves two of his fingers into you, moving them in a rough pace.

You let out broken, sob-like moans as he continues, your thighs shaking. He keeps his pace steady and harsh until he sees you starting to squirt again. He quickly pulls out, and dives his face into your pussy as you cum, drinking your fluids. He grips onto your thighs as he cleans you up and sits up, finally. He flips you over so you're on your back, and stares at you face; red, lips puffy, eyes wet, and the corners of your mouth wet too (whether that be from drool and from he made out with you after he ate you out).

Art points at his now wet shirt, pants and the bedsheets, then pointing an accusing finger at you, moving his hands to rest on his hips as he nods, like a disappointed parent. "Your fault," you tiredly spit back. Art throws his hands up in a fake surrender and leans back a little and rolls his eyes. "Go change you're wet-" He grins at that. "That's what she said," You speak for him. Arts grin stays on his face as he gets up from the bed and changes clothes. Once he's changed and you slip your underwear back on, he crawls back into bed with you, covering the two of you in your blanket. He hugs you tightly, his grip more innocent now, his head on your chest. He traces a heart on your back, his own way of saying "I love you".

"I love you too," you whisper to him and he holds you tighter. "...so much." You mutter before falling asleep in his arms. Legs hurt, stomach aches, brains static, but hey, you're laying in bed with a torturous, brutal killer clown and you're alive. And loved by him. And every "pain" he does give you is always in bed. And you love it. ♡

I'm sorry if there's spelling mistakes I wrote this at 11pm, fell asleep, and finished it when I woke up 😭😭

(Both Tsu and y/n are children up till the time skip and y/n is gender neutral)

“Tsu come here!” A Child with h/c hair yelled towards their friend.

“Hold on kero” the green-haired girl called trying to arrange her Tinkerbell tea set perfectly on a small wooden table.

“Tsuuu! Hurry I found a butterfly! Y/n shouted excitedly “really?” she tilted her head with no more time to ask questions as Y/n had already run out of patience “you gotta come see it!” they yelled dragging Tsu by the hand.

As they dragged the girl through a small barrier of bushes and into a small clearing of wildflowers “wow it’s so pretty here kero” Tsu stated as she gazed upon the field full of glass-winged butterflies her friend had dragged her to.

“Ooooo Tsu look one landed on my head!” Y/n giggled trying to stay as still as possible “don’t move kero, I’ll get it off” Tsu smiled sticking her tongue out a little as she thought of a solution to move the butterfly.

But then she smiled plucking a flower out of the ground in hopes it would be more appealing to the butterfly than her friend's head. Her plan was in vain as a second butterfly came and landed on the flower.

“Well, that didn’t work kero” both the children giggled as they spent the remainder of the afternoon playing among the butterflies.

-Time Skip-

It had been many years since that wonderful day, and the two children had grown side by side eventually one thing lead to another and they ended up together. Partners on the battlefield and after-hours.

Though as it seemed to go for all UA students things never go as planned, even after graduating many years ago.

“Where is it kero?” Tsu muttered to herself, searching through the small forest behind her childhood home. She had been searching for that very same field, for months, her days off though few were spent walking through the now overgrown terrain she and y/n used to play in.

“It has to be here “ she kept talking to herself wondering if she was ever gonna find it.

But then, there it was the very same field from that blissful afternoon spent amongst the butterflies.

“I found it Kero…” the hero muttered to herself, tears welling up as she carefully walked over the bush barrier that seemed to triple its size. 

She ran into the field, scaring off a few butterflies though they never went far. “I found it” she sighed settling into the grass, still as green as it was before, and still overrun with butterflies though now amongst the beautiful glass-winged butterflies from before was a moth.

“We did it Y/n, we found the field” she whispered to herself as the moth came to perch on the hero’s head, just as the butterfly had landed on y/n all those years ago.

Y/n had died almost a year ago today, in a battle that they won at the cost of their own life and saved thousands, but there was nobody, not even Tsu herself that could save y/n from the death that quickly followed.

And so the frog hero sat, reminiscing on and on in the field, and she continued to do so for many years.

“You did it” a person with h/c hair smiled watching the scene with a sad smile before fading, becoming one with the wind.

💥 With all his training he didn’t even realize it was his birthday

💥And his mother didn’t bother reminding him, deciding to call you instead

💥And you were excited, immediately running to Kirishima’s room knowing he would help you plan something, anything

💥You were correct and the both of you started planning, with your wonderful Boyfriend Katsuki none the wiser

💥The both of you managed to plan an entire night of festivities even including midoriya in said planning seeing as he’s known katsuki the longest

💥”Alright so Kirishima, you can distract him while me and the class set up the party” you confirmed as the redhead nodded along smiling

💥And so, Kirishima left to go drag bakugou out of the dorms for the next four-five hours

💥”Okay midoriya let’s get to work!” 

“Hurry up guys Kirishima just said they were on their way back” you panicked as everybody worked to set out food and such on a table.

Kirishima had dragged Bakugou out a little over four and a half hours ago and though you missed him you weren’t exactly ready for him to return yet, your nerves where all over the place as your classmates helped to hang decorations as you laid out the gifts Mitsuki had helped you and his friends to purchase by going through her sons room and finding out what he could possibly enjoy

“Relax y/n, I’m sure he’ll like everything, mainly because you planned it, but we don’t talk about that part” Midoriya patted you on the back before continuing to direct people and help out where needed.

You had to stand there for a moment, slightly overwhelmed by everything that was happening around you, you were excited yes but your senses were still struggling to handle everything as fast as you needed it to.

“I’m gonna go up to my room for a second!” you called out to the green haired boy as he attempted to assist Iida in hanging a banner “Okay We’ve got everything handled here!” he responded not looking at you as you sped walked up to your room to try and settle yourself.

You got there much quicker than you yourself had expected and laid on your bed, before reaching over and putting on the headphones that Katsuki had bought you knowing how overstimulating things could get around school.

‘I'll just lay in here for a minute’ you thought to yourself but the comfort of your bed, and the way they seemed to envelope you in the familiar scent of your boyfriends body wash as he had stayed the night with you many times before the sheets seeming to cling desperately to the smell as it combined with the comfort of your bed to lull you to sleep.

The bed dipped as gentle hands removed your headphones effectively waking you up from an accidental nap, though sleep lingered in your body as you realized how long you’ve been asleep, the moonlight fully replacing the sunshine that was present when you first laid down.

“Go back to sleep dumbass” The voice of your boyfriend whispered from behind you as he pulled you into him, “but what about the par-” you began to ask sitting up as he pulled you back down “it’s already over dummy” his gruff voice laughed 

“Really? I slept through it?!” you panicked as he laughed even more “yep, stupid Deku told me about your sneaky ass party planning but non of them had seen you” he explained 

“They should’ve woken me up” you huffed getting comfortable in your bed once more feeling guilty that you had slept through an event you had planned in the first place.

“I woulda killed them if they did that” he responded in his usual tsundere ton “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the lack of sleep you’ve been getting, staying up reading that weird ass smut all night” he held you tighter a you sighed your face burning slightly at the revelation

“We don’t talk about that kat” you hushed him playfully “Did you at least enjoy yourself while I was sleeping?” you asked knowing Kirishima would have held him hostage at the party, especially after all the time went into it.

“It was alright, woulda been better without those dumbasses trying to keep me downstairs instead letting me come up here sooner” he also huffed “how’d ya know it was my birthday anyway?” he asked curious as he hardly remembered his own birthday

“Mitsuki called” you smiled cheekily as he chuckled “of course the old hag did” 

“I should at least go help with cleaning up though” you figured as you made another effort to get out of bed, the air cold compared to the warmth of your bed especially now that there was one other person in it.

“Nope” and again, you were gently dragged back down, calloused and rough hands caging you “It’s already done stupid, let’s just go to sleep” he insisted burying himself into your neck as you gave up trying to move “yeah that sounds nice” you sighed relaxing fully back into his body.

“Happy birthday Kat” you whispered as he kissed the nape of your neck softly

“Love you dumbass” and with that you both retired into a soft realm of slumber where not rain or snow could take away the tranquility of this moment.

-From outside the room-

“Denki I don’t think you should be filming them-” Kirishima tried to stop his friend who had filmed your entire interaction

“But it makes good blackmail” he whined as Sero snatched the camera from him “as much as I agree with you there, Kirishima’s right, we should just leave them alone” 

“Alrighttt”

-End-

poetry in motion ; dazai osamu

dazai osamu + gn! reader — a conversation by the sea. a morning of quiet contemplation.

author's note: was feeling mentally ill at 2am while listening to lana del rey unreleased and shat this out. can be read as both platonic and romantic! this is set between odasaku's death and dazai's departure from the mafia. i hope i portrayed pm dazai well enough. listen to some ocean sounds while reading for ambience. read on ao3 here. wc: 2930 words.

The foaming blue waves roll softly on the docks, the wooden boards of the pier damp and rotted over the years, silently standing against the ocean currents. The dock workers shuffle through the shipment yard in the early morning hours, sun risen but obscured by heavy clouds. The cold, salty breeze pricks the cheeks of the brunet, leaving a pink hue wherever they gently brush. He was here to watch the sunrise, took you with him, but the hours have already passed and he couldn't tell when the inky black of the night disappeared and was replaced by the greyish blues he sees now. It's always possible to miss things even when they are in your sight the whole time— everything slips past his fingers too easily.

You are still here beside him, wires tangled between the two of you, sharing earpieces; he's never been a fan of your tastes in music, but he's beginning to get used to it. The same way you've made your way into his life; unpredictable, unwelcome, yet needed. Puffs of fog hang around the two; winter's over, but it's still very much cold. Atleast, that's what he thought when he put his coat over your shoulders. It doesn't fit him, it doesn't fit you. Instead, it hangs off the edges of your shoulders like a heavy weight, meant for someone else to bear. Not him, not you.

The song repeats over and over, but he does not feel like clicking to the next one. The endless loop of songbirds, crashing waves, featherlight melodies; there is something comforting in familiarity. Even if it is merely temporary. The sky is empty and grey, so he naturally looks down below. The spot he chose for the two of you was perfect the night before, when everything shrouded in the cold blanket of the midnight hours, playing games and laughing about silly anecdotes to distract yourselves. Even as the both of you were covered in dried blood and sitting with trembling hands from the action of the evening before; it was absurd, but ignoring reality made everything a little bit easier, if only for the little pockets of time you both had. Anything that kept you both sane, wasn't it what you both wanted?

But now the night is gone and he can look at the drop down below, legs dangling off the edge; there's a vague feeling of disappointment somewhere under his skin. It's another day under the sun where nothing ever happens. The thrill of being on the edge of death will creep again at night, but daylight hours were largely sleepy affairs; everything that was worth happening only did once the sun went down. Atleast he has the solace of being around someone he actually likes the presence of. Your eyes flit over the scene down below. The shuffle of life looks distant from this height and when you strain your ears the garbled, vague voices of dockhands reaches your ears, but it's all so far away. There's always a quiet temptation that pulls on the mind; to leave this little bubble of fragile, short lived peace and join the waking world again, to cross this height and meet life where you can feel its signs. For there's no life in the dull chocolate brown gaze that you can feel affixed to the side of your face. Still, you like his company. He's easy to be around, even if he goes out of his way to be troublesome for certain people, like a specific ginger boy you're both familiar with. There is something deliberately performative about it, however; his dramatics are for his amusement, but there is a layer of irony so subtle in his excesses that sometimes, it feels like a mockery of something. Of what, you cannot tell. Your gaze doesn't meet his, mind consumed by the tides below, edged white with seafoam and painted a muted blue by the sky. It's not because you feel uncomfortable holding his gaze, like certain other people do—in truth you've always found something unique in it, because it's only natural that when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back. Right now, however, you felt like any eye contact could ruin this moment, and once that happens, you both will begin the same loop that has defined this life for the two of you.

You're tired by this point. He can tell how you yawn every few seconds, and he knows he's kept you here for too long, but he's not one to ever feel satisfied when it comes to things like this. "Tired?" He asks flicking open his box of cigarettes and handing you one. That might just make you more sleepy, but you didn't seem to care when you took out cigarette from the box and flipped open your lighter. The blue flame lit the stick in his mouth first, then yours, and was shut with a flick of your thumb. "Kinda. You know, maybe we shouldn't have stayed up playing games all night. I think I'm gonna pass out and I can't even sleep in today, man."

"Your fault for asking for rematches for six straight hours. Your win-lose ratio is hilarious."

"I am not a quitter."

"That's right, you're a loser instead. So much better!"

"Shut it, mummy boy." You scoff, tapping him lightly on his arm with the cigarette in retaliation. It doesn't connect, but he doesn't spare a second before gasping. Though, it wouldn't exactly be the first time either of you have tried putting out cigarettes on each other. As a joke, of course. Punchline unknown.

"That hurt!!"

"I didn't even touch you."

"It's the principle of it!" He complained, resting his chin on the heel of his bandaged wrist.

"You're ridiculous, I swear. Next time, I'm gonna win."

"Wanna bet on that?"

"…No."

"Thought so." He huffed, exhaling smoke.

Petty things like this mattered little to you anyway. Even during the mundane minutes where nothing seemed to happen, you never bothered to cure your boredom anywhere else. Even when it would be so easy to point out that you really had no one better to be with, he never taunted you with it. There had grown a silent understanding between the two of you that he'd rather keep it that way. It's not that you had very few friends from a lack of trying either, but friendships in the mafia were mostly superficial. After one point, you had begun to retreat into yourself, at the very least, emotionally. It was simply the nature of things. Even when you tried to reach out to someone else and connect, it felt wrong. There was something unfit and dishonest about it, like trying to find love in a brothel.

Still, for the better or worse, you both were close friends, whether you both said it out loud or not didn't matter because where he is, there's always you not too far away.

When the silence falls again, the acrid smoke curls around the both of you in silence, dissipating into the morning air as you both watch. Once the wind begins to pick up, Dazai adjusts the lapels of the coat draped on you a little. A mundane gesture, but you appreciated it. Still…button ups and bandages couldn't be enough. "Aren't you cold?" He responds with a noncommittal hum. "Kind of, but it feels good." The ocean draft was cold, but soft. A feathery touch.

However, you'd rather not risk him getting sick, even if he would love the excuse to skip out on work. You shift the coat so that it is draped upon the two of you, the black trenchcoat enveloping the two of you. It fit better this way, you think, the weight of it not as heavy when shared. Dazai, despite his earlier nonchalance, does take the lapel on his end and pull it tighter on his shoulder. His bandaged fingers no longer tremble as much, fiddling with the beaded bracelet on his wrist instead, and the crab charm hanging from it. It's silly, but it hasn't left his wrist in years. Or yours. Underneath bandages, shirt cuffs and heavy black coats, the weight of childhood presses down with a gentle reminder. Don't forget who you were.

After all, people don't simply become anew when they grow up; rather the years build upon them like successive shells. The way nacre builds around pearls. But it always seemed to you like your shell was never hard enough for this place; every day felt uncertain, like being thrown into the deep end of a pool for the first time. Then there were the times where you felt like you could almost forget all of that, the little pockets of normalcy within the chaos. Normalcy with him. It wasn't enough, but it was enough to remind you that sometimes, it was worth it to be alive. You were only afraid that one day, it will no longer be enough. That there would be a day when your soul will be steeped in the same loneliness as his, the same mafia black that painted his life in broad strokes.

Still, you had your solace in the fact that Dazai too, seemed to be changing, even if it was in a way that was subtle for most people. He didn't seem to throw himself into death's welcoming arms as often anymore, or with the same passion. Something had changed, but you couldn't tell what it was. You didn't know how to ask, but you already knew that he wasn't going to answer. There was no explanation for it. You just knew. Looking down at the ledge, legs hanging off it, you wonder if his attempts had any merit. That perhaps you were simply desperate for any reason to hold on when you should've just given up and let go.

The port town is a little more lively in the morning now and the sounds that characterize this life still ring in your ears, though it is distant. Painfully so. When you look down at the drop below, gaze over the wooden dock and the turbulent waves, there is a strange thought in your mind. A sort of distressing temptation, some sort of a call that makes you want to close the distance that separated you from the rest of humanity. It appears out of nowhere, but stays in the back of your mind. A siren call to the ground that you don't dare answer. You pull your legs up and rest them on the concrete, slightly away from the ledge. His eyes follow the movement, but he says nothing of it. There was no explanation for it. He just knew. He does the same, placing his legs on the ledge instead of letting them dangle, an arm around your shoulders. "Dazai, can I ask a question?" Your tone was softer, less aggressive than it was during your banter. "Yeah, what is it?"

You extinguish the lit cigarette on the concrete. "You ever get that weird feeling? A temptation to fall? Not wanting to, but the thought feels…"

"…Compelling, yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I don't really know. I don't think I want to die. Sometimes I'm not sure of that either."

Dazai hums, a noncommittal sound. You've been changing lately too, this he knows, but not yet enough to truly consider such a solution. He knew you, how you seemed to still have some sort of a hope for living; a meaning that seemed to be lost on both of you but very much there. He had thought that the nature of death and unbridled vice that gripped the mafia would be enough to give him a reason to live, but some days, he feels a sort of unfounded jealousy towards you. That though you seemed to not know your reasons, you never realized the futility of your existence. Not in the same way he did. In that sense, your presence here felt out of place, discordant; sometimes he thinks if he shouldn't have dragged you down with him.

Eurydice, after all, is not supposed to follow Orpheus to hell.

But this story is all upside down and inside out, wrong in its very nature; meant to evoke a certain disgust in whoever witnessed it.

Even God would turn away.

"It's just a thought. You don't want to die." Dazai remarks, uncharacteristically sincere for once.

He wonders, how long will you hold onto that dying light in your eyes?

"Yeah. I mean, I don't think I do. It's just… living is so exhausting."

"And it's so easy to die, isn't it?"

You nod quietly, but don't agree with him entirely. It is easy to die, especially in the mafia, but you won't willingly seek it. The permanence of death still terrifies you, and you're not that courageous. You don't want to face the devil you know. You'd rather sit here on the ledge with the one you do.

"Maybe. But sometimes it feels worth it to be alive. And I don't want to miss that."

"Even if it's tiring and meaningless?"

"… For now, yes."

The look in his eyes has changed, softened to one of resignation, and it scares you. Even when you are looking straight at him, you can glean nothing from his eyes. You could vaguely guess what a person usually thought of by their expression. But he was different, he always was different; the times when you could tell what he felt merely off a glance were gone a long time back.

"I guess we can't see eye to eye on it, then."

He wonders if there would ever be a day where you start seeing what he sees; if there would be a day you'd come home with your hopes crushed and he'd be able to say something stupid like, I told you so.

He didn't know if he wanted that day to come.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you observed his far off expression for a few more seconds, before looking away. The question that leaves your mouth feels jarring, without any proper forethought that can soften how rough it feels on the tongue. But it's not your fault there's only one thing you could think of at the moment.

"…Do you think people who can't understand each other can be friends?"

"Understanding or relating? They're different things."

That threw you in for another loop. The worst part was that you didn't even know. You know your friend's sorrows, you know the emptiness that runs through him more than anyone— yet you could never truly piece where it started and where it'd end, nor could you feel it in yourself. No matter how much you wished you could. "Either."

"I think… people should atleast be able to understand each other when they're friends, no? You can't really care about someone you know nothing about. Relating isn't that important, though."

"… Are we friends, then?"

The moment's silence is heavy between the two of you as Dazai thinks over your words. Were you his friend? Here, in the morning light, under the same coat, wearing matching crab bracelets? Maybe you are his friend, but he wonders if he knows what friends are even supposed to be like. You're not like Odasaku or even Chuuya, though with the latter he has a complicated relationship, yet could still call his friend sometimes. You two were close, but he was not blind to the very fundamental differences between the two of you. The chasm of hope that separated you. A space that'd only grow wider once he leaves, and he knows he has to. Still, for some reason he feels compelled to take your hand and hold it lightly in his. Are we friends, then?

"Yeah, I think we are." He answers, with a small smile on his face.

Ultimately, he didn't think any of it mattered. For the better or worse, after all, the both of you were together. Your faint, content smile at the confirmation makes him feel like it wasn't wrong to say it.

"Really? Well, that's good enough for me."

He had the urge to retort back with another quip, something that would derail the conversation and steer it back towards the usual banter; something familiar and easy between the two of you. However, this time, he doesn't follow through with it, instead stewing in the temporary discomfort that comes with sincerity. For once, he feels like being honest with you, even if it means not punctuating this heavy silence. Letting the sounds of the waves and the faint music in the shared earphones be the only voice in his ears. You seemed content with the same, still sitting by his side and sharing the coat, pinky fingers interlinked loosely.

Perhaps you did not need to understand his sorrow or feel it as your own, and he does not have to understand your exhaustion and hope for the future. Everyday is all anyone can ever have, and if these days were a little more bearable like this, there was no reason to deliberately cut this off. There is a passing thought; that perhaps in the coming days, when he finally decides to leave this teenage wasteland for good, he could take you with him. After all, where he was, you weren't too far away. If fallen angels exist, so do risen demons, and perhaps this time, Eurydice will make it back to the surface; for this story is all wrong, and that's alright.

poetry in motion ; dazai osamu

dazai osamu + gn! reader — a conversation by the sea. a morning of quiet contemplation.

author's note: was feeling mentally ill at 2am while listening to lana del rey unreleased and shat this out. can be read as both platonic and romantic! this is set between odasaku's death and dazai's departure from the mafia. i hope i portrayed pm dazai well enough. listen to some ocean sounds while reading for ambience. read on ao3 here. wc: 2930 words.

The foaming blue waves roll softly on the docks, the wooden boards of the pier damp and rotted over the years, silently standing against the ocean currents. The dock workers shuffle through the shipment yard in the early morning hours, sun risen but obscured by heavy clouds. The cold, salty breeze pricks the cheeks of the brunet, leaving a pink hue wherever they gently brush. He was here to watch the sunrise, took you with him, but the hours have already passed and he couldn't tell when the inky black of the night disappeared and was replaced by the greyish blues he sees now. It's always possible to miss things even when they are in your sight the whole time— everything slips past his fingers too easily.

You are still here beside him, wires tangled between the two of you, sharing earpieces; he's never been a fan of your tastes in music, but he's beginning to get used to it. The same way you've made your way into his life; unpredictable, unwelcome, yet needed. Puffs of fog hang around the two; winter's over, but it's still very much cold. Atleast, that's what he thought when he put his coat over your shoulders. It doesn't fit him, it doesn't fit you. Instead, it hangs off the edges of your shoulders like a heavy weight, meant for someone else to bear. Not him, not you.

The song repeats over and over, but he does not feel like clicking to the next one. The endless loop of songbirds, crashing waves, featherlight melodies; there is something comforting in familiarity. Even if it is merely temporary. The sky is empty and grey, so he naturally looks down below. The spot he chose for the two of you was perfect the night before, when everything shrouded in the cold blanket of the midnight hours, playing games and laughing about silly anecdotes to distract yourselves. Even as the both of you were covered in dried blood and sitting with trembling hands from the action of the evening before; it was absurd, but ignoring reality made everything a little bit easier, if only for the little pockets of time you both had. Anything that kept you both sane, wasn't it what you both wanted?

But now the night is gone and he can look at the drop down below, legs dangling off the edge; there's a vague feeling of disappointment somewhere under his skin. It's another day under the sun where nothing ever happens. The thrill of being on the edge of death will creep again at night, but daylight hours were largely sleepy affairs; everything that was worth happening only did once the sun went down. Atleast he has the solace of being around someone he actually likes the presence of. Your eyes flit over the scene down below. The shuffle of life looks distant from this height and when you strain your ears the garbled, vague voices of dockhands reaches your ears, but it's all so far away. There's always a quiet temptation that pulls on the mind; to leave this little bubble of fragile, short lived peace and join the waking world again, to cross this height and meet life where you can feel its signs. For there's no life in the dull chocolate brown gaze that you can feel affixed to the side of your face. Still, you like his company. He's easy to be around, even if he goes out of his way to be troublesome for certain people, like a specific ginger boy you're both familiar with. There is something deliberately performative about it, however; his dramatics are for his amusement, but there is a layer of irony so subtle in his excesses that sometimes, it feels like a mockery of something. Of what, you cannot tell. Your gaze doesn't meet his, mind consumed by the tides below, edged white with seafoam and painted a muted blue by the sky. It's not because you feel uncomfortable holding his gaze, like certain other people do—in truth you've always found something unique in it, because it's only natural that when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back. Right now, however, you felt like any eye contact could ruin this moment, and once that happens, you both will begin the same loop that has defined this life for the two of you.

You're tired by this point. He can tell how you yawn every few seconds, and he knows he's kept you here for too long, but he's not one to ever feel satisfied when it comes to things like this. "Tired?" He asks flicking open his box of cigarettes and handing you one. That might just make you more sleepy, but you didn't seem to care when you took out cigarette from the box and flipped open your lighter. The blue flame lit the stick in his mouth first, then yours, and was shut with a flick of your thumb. "Kinda. You know, maybe we shouldn't have stayed up playing games all night. I think I'm gonna pass out and I can't even sleep in today, man."

"Your fault for asking for rematches for six straight hours. Your win-lose ratio is hilarious."

"I am not a quitter."

"That's right, you're a loser instead. So much better!"

"Shut it, mummy boy." You scoff, tapping him lightly on his arm with the cigarette in retaliation. It doesn't connect, but he doesn't spare a second before gasping. Though, it wouldn't exactly be the first time either of you have tried putting out cigarettes on each other. As a joke, of course. Punchline unknown.

"That hurt!!"

"I didn't even touch you."

"It's the principle of it!" He complained, resting his chin on the heel of his bandaged wrist.

"You're ridiculous, I swear. Next time, I'm gonna win."

"Wanna bet on that?"

"…No."

"Thought so." He huffed, exhaling smoke.

Petty things like this mattered little to you anyway. Even during the mundane minutes where nothing seemed to happen, you never bothered to cure your boredom anywhere else. Even when it would be so easy to point out that you really had no one better to be with, he never taunted you with it. There had grown a silent understanding between the two of you that he'd rather keep it that way. It's not that you had very few friends from a lack of trying either, but friendships in the mafia were mostly superficial. After one point, you had begun to retreat into yourself, at the very least, emotionally. It was simply the nature of things. Even when you tried to reach out to someone else and connect, it felt wrong. There was something unfit and dishonest about it, like trying to find love in a brothel.

Still, for the better or worse, you both were close friends, whether you both said it out loud or not didn't matter because where he is, there's always you not too far away.

When the silence falls again, the acrid smoke curls around the both of you in silence, dissipating into the morning air as you both watch. Once the wind begins to pick up, Dazai adjusts the lapels of the coat draped on you a little. A mundane gesture, but you appreciated it. Still…button ups and bandages couldn't be enough. "Aren't you cold?" He responds with a noncommittal hum. "Kind of, but it feels good." The ocean draft was cold, but soft. A feathery touch.

However, you'd rather not risk him getting sick, even if he would love the excuse to skip out on work. You shift the coat so that it is draped upon the two of you, the black trenchcoat enveloping the two of you. It fit better this way, you think, the weight of it not as heavy when shared. Dazai, despite his earlier nonchalance, does take the lapel on his end and pull it tighter on his shoulder. His bandaged fingers no longer tremble as much, fiddling with the beaded bracelet on his wrist instead, and the crab charm hanging from it. It's silly, but it hasn't left his wrist in years. Or yours. Underneath bandages, shirt cuffs and heavy black coats, the weight of childhood presses down with a gentle reminder. Don't forget who you were.

After all, people don't simply become anew when they grow up; rather the years build upon them like successive shells. The way nacre builds around pearls. But it always seemed to you like your shell was never hard enough for this place; every day felt uncertain, like being thrown into the deep end of a pool for the first time. Then there were the times where you felt like you could almost forget all of that, the little pockets of normalcy within the chaos. Normalcy with him. It wasn't enough, but it was enough to remind you that sometimes, it was worth it to be alive. You were only afraid that one day, it will no longer be enough. That there would be a day when your soul will be steeped in the same loneliness as his, the same mafia black that painted his life in broad strokes.

Still, you had your solace in the fact that Dazai too, seemed to be changing, even if it was in a way that was subtle for most people. He didn't seem to throw himself into death's welcoming arms as often anymore, or with the same passion. Something had changed, but you couldn't tell what it was. You didn't know how to ask, but you already knew that he wasn't going to answer. There was no explanation for it. You just knew. Looking down at the ledge, legs hanging off it, you wonder if his attempts had any merit. That perhaps you were simply desperate for any reason to hold on when you should've just given up and let go.

The port town is a little more lively in the morning now and the sounds that characterize this life still ring in your ears, though it is distant. Painfully so. When you look down at the drop below, gaze over the wooden dock and the turbulent waves, there is a strange thought in your mind. A sort of distressing temptation, some sort of a call that makes you want to close the distance that separated you from the rest of humanity. It appears out of nowhere, but stays in the back of your mind. A siren call to the ground that you don't dare answer. You pull your legs up and rest them on the concrete, slightly away from the ledge. His eyes follow the movement, but he says nothing of it. There was no explanation for it. He just knew. He does the same, placing his legs on the ledge instead of letting them dangle, an arm around your shoulders. "Dazai, can I ask a question?" Your tone was softer, less aggressive than it was during your banter. "Yeah, what is it?"

You extinguish the lit cigarette on the concrete. "You ever get that weird feeling? A temptation to fall? Not wanting to, but the thought feels…"

"…Compelling, yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I don't really know. I don't think I want to die. Sometimes I'm not sure of that either."

Dazai hums, a noncommittal sound. You've been changing lately too, this he knows, but not yet enough to truly consider such a solution. He knew you, how you seemed to still have some sort of a hope for living; a meaning that seemed to be lost on both of you but very much there. He had thought that the nature of death and unbridled vice that gripped the mafia would be enough to give him a reason to live, but some days, he feels a sort of unfounded jealousy towards you. That though you seemed to not know your reasons, you never realized the futility of your existence. Not in the same way he did. In that sense, your presence here felt out of place, discordant; sometimes he thinks if he shouldn't have dragged you down with him.

Eurydice, after all, is not supposed to follow Orpheus to hell.

But this story is all upside down and inside out, wrong in its very nature; meant to evoke a certain disgust in whoever witnessed it.

Even God would turn away.

"It's just a thought. You don't want to die." Dazai remarks, uncharacteristically sincere for once.

He wonders, how long will you hold onto that dying light in your eyes?

"Yeah. I mean, I don't think I do. It's just… living is so exhausting."

"And it's so easy to die, isn't it?"

You nod quietly, but don't agree with him entirely. It is easy to die, especially in the mafia, but you won't willingly seek it. The permanence of death still terrifies you, and you're not that courageous. You don't want to face the devil you know. You'd rather sit here on the ledge with the one you do.

"Maybe. But sometimes it feels worth it to be alive. And I don't want to miss that."

"Even if it's tiring and meaningless?"

"… For now, yes."

The look in his eyes has changed, softened to one of resignation, and it scares you. Even when you are looking straight at him, you can glean nothing from his eyes. You could vaguely guess what a person usually thought of by their expression. But he was different, he always was different; the times when you could tell what he felt merely off a glance were gone a long time back.

"I guess we can't see eye to eye on it, then."

He wonders if there would ever be a day where you start seeing what he sees; if there would be a day you'd come home with your hopes crushed and he'd be able to say something stupid like, I told you so.

He didn't know if he wanted that day to come.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you observed his far off expression for a few more seconds, before looking away. The question that leaves your mouth feels jarring, without any proper forethought that can soften how rough it feels on the tongue. But it's not your fault there's only one thing you could think of at the moment.

"…Do you think people who can't understand each other can be friends?"

"Understanding or relating? They're different things."

That threw you in for another loop. The worst part was that you didn't even know. You know your friend's sorrows, you know the emptiness that runs through him more than anyone— yet you could never truly piece where it started and where it'd end, nor could you feel it in yourself. No matter how much you wished you could. "Either."

"I think… people should atleast be able to understand each other when they're friends, no? You can't really care about someone you know nothing about. Relating isn't that important, though."

"… Are we friends, then?"

The moment's silence is heavy between the two of you as Dazai thinks over your words. Were you his friend? Here, in the morning light, under the same coat, wearing matching crab bracelets? Maybe you are his friend, but he wonders if he knows what friends are even supposed to be like. You're not like Odasaku or even Chuuya, though with the latter he has a complicated relationship, yet could still call his friend sometimes. You two were close, but he was not blind to the very fundamental differences between the two of you. The chasm of hope that separated you. A space that'd only grow wider once he leaves, and he knows he has to. Still, for some reason he feels compelled to take your hand and hold it lightly in his. Are we friends, then?

"Yeah, I think we are." He answers, with a small smile on his face.

Ultimately, he didn't think any of it mattered. For the better or worse, after all, the both of you were together. Your faint, content smile at the confirmation makes him feel like it wasn't wrong to say it.

"Really? Well, that's good enough for me."

He had the urge to retort back with another quip, something that would derail the conversation and steer it back towards the usual banter; something familiar and easy between the two of you. However, this time, he doesn't follow through with it, instead stewing in the temporary discomfort that comes with sincerity. For once, he feels like being honest with you, even if it means not punctuating this heavy silence. Letting the sounds of the waves and the faint music in the shared earphones be the only voice in his ears. You seemed content with the same, still sitting by his side and sharing the coat, pinky fingers interlinked loosely.

Perhaps you did not need to understand his sorrow or feel it as your own, and he does not have to understand your exhaustion and hope for the future. Everyday is all anyone can ever have, and if these days were a little more bearable like this, there was no reason to deliberately cut this off. There is a passing thought; that perhaps in the coming days, when he finally decides to leave this teenage wasteland for good, he could take you with him. After all, where he was, you weren't too far away. If fallen angels exist, so do risen demons, and perhaps this time, Eurydice will make it back to the surface; for this story is all wrong, and that's alright.

poetry in motion ; dazai osamu

dazai osamu + gn! reader — a conversation by the sea. a morning of quiet contemplation.

author's note: was feeling mentally ill at 2am while listening to lana del rey unreleased and shat this out. can be read as both platonic and romantic! this is set between odasaku's death and dazai's departure from the mafia. i hope i portrayed pm dazai well enough. listen to some ocean sounds while reading for ambience. read on ao3 here. wc: 2930 words.

The foaming blue waves roll softly on the docks, the wooden boards of the pier damp and rotted over the years, silently standing against the ocean currents. The dock workers shuffle through the shipment yard in the early morning hours, sun risen but obscured by heavy clouds. The cold, salty breeze pricks the cheeks of the brunet, leaving a pink hue wherever they gently brush. He was here to watch the sunrise, took you with him, but the hours have already passed and he couldn't tell when the inky black of the night disappeared and was replaced by the greyish blues he sees now. It's always possible to miss things even when they are in your sight the whole time— everything slips past his fingers too easily.

You are still here beside him, wires tangled between the two of you, sharing earpieces; he's never been a fan of your tastes in music, but he's beginning to get used to it. The same way you've made your way into his life; unpredictable, unwelcome, yet needed. Puffs of fog hang around the two; winter's over, but it's still very much cold. Atleast, that's what he thought when he put his coat over your shoulders. It doesn't fit him, it doesn't fit you. Instead, it hangs off the edges of your shoulders like a heavy weight, meant for someone else to bear. Not him, not you.

The song repeats over and over, but he does not feel like clicking to the next one. The endless loop of songbirds, crashing waves, featherlight melodies; there is something comforting in familiarity. Even if it is merely temporary. The sky is empty and grey, so he naturally looks down below. The spot he chose for the two of you was perfect the night before, when everything shrouded in the cold blanket of the midnight hours, playing games and laughing about silly anecdotes to distract yourselves. Even as the both of you were covered in dried blood and sitting with trembling hands from the action of the evening before; it was absurd, but ignoring reality made everything a little bit easier, if only for the little pockets of time you both had. Anything that kept you both sane, wasn't it what you both wanted?

But now the night is gone and he can look at the drop down below, legs dangling off the edge; there's a vague feeling of disappointment somewhere under his skin. It's another day under the sun where nothing ever happens. The thrill of being on the edge of death will creep again at night, but daylight hours were largely sleepy affairs; everything that was worth happening only did once the sun went down. Atleast he has the solace of being around someone he actually likes the presence of. Your eyes flit over the scene down below. The shuffle of life looks distant from this height and when you strain your ears the garbled, vague voices of dockhands reaches your ears, but it's all so far away. There's always a quiet temptation that pulls on the mind; to leave this little bubble of fragile, short lived peace and join the waking world again, to cross this height and meet life where you can feel its signs. For there's no life in the dull chocolate brown gaze that you can feel affixed to the side of your face. Still, you like his company. He's easy to be around, even if he goes out of his way to be troublesome for certain people, like a specific ginger boy you're both familiar with. There is something deliberately performative about it, however; his dramatics are for his amusement, but there is a layer of irony so subtle in his excesses that sometimes, it feels like a mockery of something. Of what, you cannot tell. Your gaze doesn't meet his, mind consumed by the tides below, edged white with seafoam and painted a muted blue by the sky. It's not because you feel uncomfortable holding his gaze, like certain other people do—in truth you've always found something unique in it, because it's only natural that when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back. Right now, however, you felt like any eye contact could ruin this moment, and once that happens, you both will begin the same loop that has defined this life for the two of you.

You're tired by this point. He can tell how you yawn every few seconds, and he knows he's kept you here for too long, but he's not one to ever feel satisfied when it comes to things like this. "Tired?" He asks flicking open his box of cigarettes and handing you one. That might just make you more sleepy, but you didn't seem to care when you took out cigarette from the box and flipped open your lighter. The blue flame lit the stick in his mouth first, then yours, and was shut with a flick of your thumb. "Kinda. You know, maybe we shouldn't have stayed up playing games all night. I think I'm gonna pass out and I can't even sleep in today, man."

"Your fault for asking for rematches for six straight hours. Your win-lose ratio is hilarious."

"I am not a quitter."

"That's right, you're a loser instead. So much better!"

"Shut it, mummy boy." You scoff, tapping him lightly on his arm with the cigarette in retaliation. It doesn't connect, but he doesn't spare a second before gasping. Though, it wouldn't exactly be the first time either of you have tried putting out cigarettes on each other. As a joke, of course. Punchline unknown.

"That hurt!!"

"I didn't even touch you."

"It's the principle of it!" He complained, resting his chin on the heel of his bandaged wrist.

"You're ridiculous, I swear. Next time, I'm gonna win."

"Wanna bet on that?"

"…No."

"Thought so." He huffed, exhaling smoke.

Petty things like this mattered little to you anyway. Even during the mundane minutes where nothing seemed to happen, you never bothered to cure your boredom anywhere else. Even when it would be so easy to point out that you really had no one better to be with, he never taunted you with it. There had grown a silent understanding between the two of you that he'd rather keep it that way. It's not that you had very few friends from a lack of trying either, but friendships in the mafia were mostly superficial. After one point, you had begun to retreat into yourself, at the very least, emotionally. It was simply the nature of things. Even when you tried to reach out to someone else and connect, it felt wrong. There was something unfit and dishonest about it, like trying to find love in a brothel.

Still, for the better or worse, you both were close friends, whether you both said it out loud or not didn't matter because where he is, there's always you not too far away.

When the silence falls again, the acrid smoke curls around the both of you in silence, dissipating into the morning air as you both watch. Once the wind begins to pick up, Dazai adjusts the lapels of the coat draped on you a little. A mundane gesture, but you appreciated it. Still…button ups and bandages couldn't be enough. "Aren't you cold?" He responds with a noncommittal hum. "Kind of, but it feels good." The ocean draft was cold, but soft. A feathery touch.

However, you'd rather not risk him getting sick, even if he would love the excuse to skip out on work. You shift the coat so that it is draped upon the two of you, the black trenchcoat enveloping the two of you. It fit better this way, you think, the weight of it not as heavy when shared. Dazai, despite his earlier nonchalance, does take the lapel on his end and pull it tighter on his shoulder. His bandaged fingers no longer tremble as much, fiddling with the beaded bracelet on his wrist instead, and the crab charm hanging from it. It's silly, but it hasn't left his wrist in years. Or yours. Underneath bandages, shirt cuffs and heavy black coats, the weight of childhood presses down with a gentle reminder. Don't forget who you were.

After all, people don't simply become anew when they grow up; rather the years build upon them like successive shells. The way nacre builds around pearls. But it always seemed to you like your shell was never hard enough for this place; every day felt uncertain, like being thrown into the deep end of a pool for the first time. Then there were the times where you felt like you could almost forget all of that, the little pockets of normalcy within the chaos. Normalcy with him. It wasn't enough, but it was enough to remind you that sometimes, it was worth it to be alive. You were only afraid that one day, it will no longer be enough. That there would be a day when your soul will be steeped in the same loneliness as his, the same mafia black that painted his life in broad strokes.

Still, you had your solace in the fact that Dazai too, seemed to be changing, even if it was in a way that was subtle for most people. He didn't seem to throw himself into death's welcoming arms as often anymore, or with the same passion. Something had changed, but you couldn't tell what it was. You didn't know how to ask, but you already knew that he wasn't going to answer. There was no explanation for it. You just knew. Looking down at the ledge, legs hanging off it, you wonder if his attempts had any merit. That perhaps you were simply desperate for any reason to hold on when you should've just given up and let go.

The port town is a little more lively in the morning now and the sounds that characterize this life still ring in your ears, though it is distant. Painfully so. When you look down at the drop below, gaze over the wooden dock and the turbulent waves, there is a strange thought in your mind. A sort of distressing temptation, some sort of a call that makes you want to close the distance that separated you from the rest of humanity. It appears out of nowhere, but stays in the back of your mind. A siren call to the ground that you don't dare answer. You pull your legs up and rest them on the concrete, slightly away from the ledge. His eyes follow the movement, but he says nothing of it. There was no explanation for it. He just knew. He does the same, placing his legs on the ledge instead of letting them dangle, an arm around your shoulders. "Dazai, can I ask a question?" Your tone was softer, less aggressive than it was during your banter. "Yeah, what is it?"

You extinguish the lit cigarette on the concrete. "You ever get that weird feeling? A temptation to fall? Not wanting to, but the thought feels…"

"…Compelling, yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I don't really know. I don't think I want to die. Sometimes I'm not sure of that either."

Dazai hums, a noncommittal sound. You've been changing lately too, this he knows, but not yet enough to truly consider such a solution. He knew you, how you seemed to still have some sort of a hope for living; a meaning that seemed to be lost on both of you but very much there. He had thought that the nature of death and unbridled vice that gripped the mafia would be enough to give him a reason to live, but some days, he feels a sort of unfounded jealousy towards you. That though you seemed to not know your reasons, you never realized the futility of your existence. Not in the same way he did. In that sense, your presence here felt out of place, discordant; sometimes he thinks if he shouldn't have dragged you down with him.

Eurydice, after all, is not supposed to follow Orpheus to hell.

But this story is all upside down and inside out, wrong in its very nature; meant to evoke a certain disgust in whoever witnessed it.

Even God would turn away.

"It's just a thought. You don't want to die." Dazai remarks, uncharacteristically sincere for once.

He wonders, how long will you hold onto that dying light in your eyes?

"Yeah. I mean, I don't think I do. It's just… living is so exhausting."

"And it's so easy to die, isn't it?"

You nod quietly, but don't agree with him entirely. It is easy to die, especially in the mafia, but you won't willingly seek it. The permanence of death still terrifies you, and you're not that courageous. You don't want to face the devil you know. You'd rather sit here on the ledge with the one you do.

"Maybe. But sometimes it feels worth it to be alive. And I don't want to miss that."

"Even if it's tiring and meaningless?"

"… For now, yes."

The look in his eyes has changed, softened to one of resignation, and it scares you. Even when you are looking straight at him, you can glean nothing from his eyes. You could vaguely guess what a person usually thought of by their expression. But he was different, he always was different; the times when you could tell what he felt merely off a glance were gone a long time back.

"I guess we can't see eye to eye on it, then."

He wonders if there would ever be a day where you start seeing what he sees; if there would be a day you'd come home with your hopes crushed and he'd be able to say something stupid like, I told you so.

He didn't know if he wanted that day to come.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you observed his far off expression for a few more seconds, before looking away. The question that leaves your mouth feels jarring, without any proper forethought that can soften how rough it feels on the tongue. But it's not your fault there's only one thing you could think of at the moment.

"…Do you think people who can't understand each other can be friends?"

"Understanding or relating? They're different things."

That threw you in for another loop. The worst part was that you didn't even know. You know your friend's sorrows, you know the emptiness that runs through him more than anyone— yet you could never truly piece where it started and where it'd end, nor could you feel it in yourself. No matter how much you wished you could. "Either."

"I think… people should atleast be able to understand each other when they're friends, no? You can't really care about someone you know nothing about. Relating isn't that important, though."

"… Are we friends, then?"

The moment's silence is heavy between the two of you as Dazai thinks over your words. Were you his friend? Here, in the morning light, under the same coat, wearing matching crab bracelets? Maybe you are his friend, but he wonders if he knows what friends are even supposed to be like. You're not like Odasaku or even Chuuya, though with the latter he has a complicated relationship, yet could still call his friend sometimes. You two were close, but he was not blind to the very fundamental differences between the two of you. The chasm of hope that separated you. A space that'd only grow wider once he leaves, and he knows he has to. Still, for some reason he feels compelled to take your hand and hold it lightly in his. Are we friends, then?

"Yeah, I think we are." He answers, with a small smile on his face.

Ultimately, he didn't think any of it mattered. For the better or worse, after all, the both of you were together. Your faint, content smile at the confirmation makes him feel like it wasn't wrong to say it.

"Really? Well, that's good enough for me."

He had the urge to retort back with another quip, something that would derail the conversation and steer it back towards the usual banter; something familiar and easy between the two of you. However, this time, he doesn't follow through with it, instead stewing in the temporary discomfort that comes with sincerity. For once, he feels like being honest with you, even if it means not punctuating this heavy silence. Letting the sounds of the waves and the faint music in the shared earphones be the only voice in his ears. You seemed content with the same, still sitting by his side and sharing the coat, pinky fingers interlinked loosely.

Perhaps you did not need to understand his sorrow or feel it as your own, and he does not have to understand your exhaustion and hope for the future. Everyday is all anyone can ever have, and if these days were a little more bearable like this, there was no reason to deliberately cut this off. There is a passing thought; that perhaps in the coming days, when he finally decides to leave this teenage wasteland for good, he could take you with him. After all, where he was, you weren't too far away. If fallen angels exist, so do risen demons, and perhaps this time, Eurydice will make it back to the surface; for this story is all wrong, and that's alright.

this was so gorgeous 🥹 thank you so much nova! ugh so sad but oh so so sweet. also, how did you know i have a secret obsession with lockets??? it’s literally a dream for someone to gift me one tbh

me after reading this fic ^

Locket

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Warnings: Mention of death, crying

Words: 949

Summary: You don't enjoy your birthday much, but Sunghoon is determined to make you feel special, even if he has to keep it low-key.

A/n: Happy early birthday, green! I hope you have a lovely birthday, because you deserve it. (Ps tumblr, for some reason, wouldn't let me edit this after I started it, so I had to delete it and copy and paste what I had already. That's why I had to take a screenshot of your ask 😭 Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it!)

@minhosbitterriver

Sunghoon knows you don't like your birthday very much, and he knows the reason why, but he also knows that he wants to make you happy in every possible way he can. So even if he can't throw a big celebration for you like he wishes he could (because that's what he believes you deserve), he still wants to do something.

"Happy birthday, sleepy love," he spoke gently from behind you, rubbing your arm over the fluffy blanket that decorated your bed. You stirred awake when you heard his voice, but your eyes still haven't opened. He chuckles softly before leaning over to press feather light kisses to your eyelids.

He's always quiet and loving with you in the morning, so nothing is different in that aspect. A slight smile appears on your face as you turn your body over further to face him, finally opening your eyes to peek up at him. Your vision was still a bit blurry from just having woken up, but you could see the faint outline of him. "I almost forgot."

"About your birthday?" he asked with faux surprise. He knows you didn't forget, but you wish you could. It makes him a little sad, but he never pushes. "Well it's a good thing I'm here to remember, because it's my favorite day of the year."

You scoff playfully at him, but you knew he was the farthest thing from joking. If there's one thing about Sunghoon, it's that he will follow you to the ends of the earth. He adores you more than he's ever adored anything. That's not something to take lightly with him.

"So what do you have planned for today? I know you have something planned," you asked with a slight squint of your eyes. He smiles before kissing your nose and quickly getting out of bed, leaving the room. You hardly had time to register that he left you before he was returning with his hands behind his back. "What do you have there?"

He didn't respond as he sat on the bed, looking down at you with loving eyes. You also sat up to come eye level with him, waiting to see what was behind his back. "Close your eyes," he finally said. You did as he asked, letting your sleepy eyes fall shut. "Hold out your hands, too," he spoke gently, watching as you did so.

The next moment, you felt a small box being placed in your hands. You opened your eyes after he told you it was okay, and just as you suspected, a small, black box sat in the palms of your hands. You opened it with a small smile, and what you see when you lift the lid is a necklace. A beautiful golden locket hanging off the end of a thin gold chain.

"Go on, open the locket," Sunghoon urged you, his eyes darting between you and the piece of jewelry like an excited kid on christmas. You set the lid of the box down before opening the locket. Your eyes were nearly immediately filled with tears when you were met with a picture of your mother. She died three years ago, a day before your birthday.

It took a moment for you to say or do anything as you stared down at the picture. A few moments later, you looked back up at Sunghoon, and not to your surprise, his eyes were also glossy. He loved your mom, and when she passed, it was hard on him, too. He helped you through one of the toughest points of your life, and that makes this gift all the more special and meaningful.

"Oh, Hoon, it's beautiful." You finally set the box aside before wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. His arms immediately brought you closer as you both let the tears fall down your cheeks. Silence washed over you, but not an awkward silence, no. It was the kind of silence where no words needed to be said in order to understand.

"I know you don't like your birthday, and I don't blame you for it at all, but I also know that your mom would want you to be happy on a day like this. She would want you to celebrate because you deserve to be celebrated."

His words on top of the already lovely and heart-wrenching gift had you breaking down and sobbing in his arms. He only held you tighter as you let out what you'd been holding for a while. After multiple minutes passed and you finally got your breathing under control, you pulled away from him just enough to place your forehead on his.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I love you so much," you spoke barely above a whisper. His tear stained cheeks scrunched up as he smiled at you, his shining eyes filled with love and adoration for you.

"You deserve all of me and more, baby. I love you more than you could know." He placed the most gentle and tender, yet passionate kiss on your lips. It instantly filled your stomach to the brim with butterflies as you kissed back, your lips meshing together perfectly like they have so many times before.

Once you both were finally ready to get out of bed, Sunghoon made you your favorite breakfast, and you watched a movie together. He also ordered dinner for the both of you, as well as a special dessert. That was all the day was. You got a few happy birthday texts from friends and family, but you spent the whole day with Sunghoon. You wouldn't have it any other way.

hi it’s green again 😙

i’ve been thinking a lot about han and his line on the volcano song: “yeah you can hurt me, i don’t care / yeah you can burn me / yeah you can hurt me, i don’t care / yeah you can burn me / unlike those who run away from you, i’ll embrace you”

i just think it’s so raw and so so beautiful, but i have no idea what to write with it. try as i might, i can’t come up with a solid idea right now. so i was hoping you could? i loved what you wrote for my last request, so i thought of you ❤️

Bittersweet

Pairing: Bestfriend!Han Jisung x gn!reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of getting burned and stabbed (figuratively)

Words: 601

Summary: Jisung could never shake his crush on you, even when you were younger. His feelings grew with each passing second. But, as they say, love is painful.

A/n: This ignited something within me, because I immediately knew I wanted to do a forbidden love type of thing, and I wrote this all in one sitting. Uhh, hope you like it! Thank you for being so amazing, green!

Volcanos are one of life's most dangerous beauties. They erupt glowing orange lava that you could stare out for hours, but get too close and you'll get burned. The best you can do is watch from a safe distance. It's a bittersweet experience, really. You get to witness something so beautiful, and while that may he enough for some people, it's not enough for others.

That was the one word that always popped into Jisung's head when he was with you: volcano. You are the most beautiful person he's ever known, and he always feels warm around you... but he knows he can't get too close. You're his best friend, you have been for years, but he can't get too close. Not when he knows what would happen.

You're not his- this is something he had to come to terms with years ago when you got together with your current boyfriend. No matter how much he wishes he could have you for himself, finally be able to bask in your warmth without worrying about the consequences... he can't.

So he has to force himself to be content with just being your best friend. Someone you have and love, but not in the way he wants. He can't touch you or hold you in ways that he dreams of, and while that crushes his heart, he knows it's for the best.

Seeing you smile when you talk about your boyfriend is such a bittersweet experience. He gets to witness your beautiful smile, but he knows he's not the cause of it. He knows that someone else, someone who gets to kiss you and hold you the way he's only ever dreamed, loves you and has you forever.

The worst part is, you're right there. You're so close yet so far, and it breaks him into pieces. He gets to be near you, and talk with you until the sun goes up, but he doesn't get to truly show you how much you mean to him. How much he thinks about you every day and every night of his life... because you're not his.

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"Hannie, look what my boyfriend got for me! He remembered that I was looking at this sketchbook when we went to the mall, so he got it for me. Isn't that so sweet? He also got me a new pack of markers to go along with it," you spoke with a wide grin on your face, which made Jisung smile in return, even though he had to bite his tongue.

Every time you spoke about him, gushed about him, he felt like he was being stabbed in the heart. Each new gift he got you was like a twist of the knife, and he felt himself bleed out. You gave him life, with your warm smile and beautiful eyes, but you also killed him, slowly.

"That's thoughtful of him," he spoke softly, his eyes scanning over your features like he has thousands of times. Despite the fact that he has every little detail of you memorized, he still takes his time to make sure your face was tattooed into his brain. As if he was nervous you would slip away from him at any moment.

So yeah, you hurt him every time you talked about your boyfriend, but you also cured him like no other medicine could when you smiled or laughed. He knew he couldn't have you in the way he wishes he did, but he was okay with that. Because like a volcano erupting beautiful lava, he had to watch from afar.

Or he would be burned.

# cw: <mha spoilers> post-final mha! izuku x gn!pro hero reader, izuku's 24/25 in the og time skip!! fluff!! kisses on the neck and shoulder

# wc: 611 words

after izuku had to give up one for everyone he realized that he could continue to talk, analyze and teach about quirks, of course it wasn't the same thing as being a hero, but he would still be in touch with this world he loves so much.

you followed this closely, studied with him and class 1-a, graduated with them and being one of his best friends, watched how he studied to be a teacher, you knew he was going to be an incredible teacher.

you also saw how the loss of one for all hit izuku, after all, it was his dream to become a pro hero along with his friends. the years without having much contact with his classmates were very hard, he understood that everyone was busy, including you.

but 4 years after high school, the situation changed.

you were closer than ever, even with your busy schedule. you went to his house to keep him company while he studied, went out with him to buy other all might collectibles, several trips to convenience stores to eat ramen after a day full of offenders and different quirks, you went to the movies on your day off... it was already to be expected that both you and him would develop at least one little crush, not to mention the previous years in ua, the two of you were attached.

as the months went by, their outings turned into romantic dates, which after a while turned into a dating proposal.

on izuku's first day as a teacher at ua, he was so, so nervous, his feeling of accomplishment, for being a teacher at the school where he studied, where his old teacher works, at one of the best hero schools in the country and the world, it was rewarding. your pride in seeing him happy with how eager and excited he was to start was almost overwhelming for you. even more so after he commented that several students recognized him from the big final fight with shigaraki, he became an inspiration for the younger ones just as all might was his inspiration.

when all might came up with the idea of raising money for tech equipment for izuku, you were one of the first to agree. everyone from 1-a helped with the fundraising, especially you and katsuki. it took years to save money and deposit it to make the armor.

on a particular day, after izuku had met dai on the street, you and all might went after him to talk, more toshinori than you, since he was his mentor. katsuki was inside a helicopter a few meters away from you. you had the suitcase where the armor was stored, made of high technology, the perfect design for your boyfriend.

"technology evolves just like quirks, take this to heart, kid. you've earned this power too, fair and square". his expression of shock, excitement and how he was moved by the gesture of the people he considers and loves was like a reward for all these years. seeing the person you love so much fulfilling their biggest dream is so touching, it's one of the most pleasant sensations to feel, being part of it is even more pleasant.

he thanked, first to toshinori, then to you, with a tight hug, his face hidden in your neck, small kisses being distributed between your neck, shoulder, jaw, cheek, until he reached your mouth. a calm, sweet and affectionate kiss.

"come on, deku!", katsuki, who was watching from afar, calls izuku to enter and leave for the destination where izuku, you and class 1-a would reunite once again to fight evil.

mlist

Oneshot -Killing Butterflies

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships: Aether x reader ; Childe x reader ; Childe x Zhongli

TW: Aether x reader ; reader x Tartaglia ; Tartaglia x Zhongli (if you squint) ; Major angst ; character death ; hurt no comfort ; Aether loves reader, reader loves Tartaglia, Tartaglia loves Zhongli ; reader dies ; implied death ; gn reader-no gender is given to reader

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This is a whole bucket full of angst so have fun lol. Also, for context i would recommend reading this post of mine. Anyways enjoy reading! (*^▽^*)

Aether couldn't bear to see you like this. To watch you through yourself at him when he no longer loved you. It was pitiful really. How you begged for him to stay. You were attached to him while he moved on. Tartaglia didn't hate you, he simply didn't love you anymore. Tartaglia moved on and fell in love with someone else; his best friend. You couldn't do anything about it but simply accept what had happened. Though you could never move on from him as he had done.  

And so Aether watched as you fell deeper into despair. He tried to lift you up, to show you how much you were loved and that you didn't need Tartaglia to feel loved, that there was someone else who loved you dearly. You were too blinded by your sorrow to notice how Aether thought of you.  

As much as Aether wanted to do more for you he couldn't and so he let himself be a shoulder to cry on for you. Hoping. Praying. That one day you would see how much he cared for you. 

You had been going to Aether nearly every day for about a week just to cry. He was your dearest friend after all.  Until one day you stopped.  

Aether thought you simply needed a bit of space to get over your heartache.  

That was a week ago though. 

It had been two weeks since he last saw you, and he was getting worried.  

He stood outside your home, knocked, telling you it was only him and that he was worried because he hadn't saw you in two weeks. 

Silence 

He knocked again. 

Nothing 

He wasn't fond of entering without your permission but he had to make sure you were alright. He needed to make sure. 

He went to open the door to find it was unlocked already, though it wasn't uncommon for you, it seemed to unnerve him for some reason. Your home was dark, the curtains were all closed and no light was on. The lack of light only made him worry more. You always had light in your home whether from open curtains or candles lit at night so for your house to be so dark in the middle of the day was worrisome. He walked around your house looking for you until he came to your room. 

The door was closed and at first it seemed deadly silent from within your room as it was in the rest of your house. He stood there silently until he heard what sounded like a sob come from within your room. He opened the door to find you curled in on yourself in the corner of the room on your bed.  

"Y/n are you-" 

However you were surrounded by butterflies. 

Red butterflies. 

Blood Red butterflies 

"Aether?" 

He knew what was happening. He had seen this before. A friend from another world had died the exact same way, but he hadn't heard of it happening on Teyvat. He didn’t think it was possible here. He didn't want to believe it.  

"How long has this been going on for y/n?" Aether inquired while walking over to your side. 

"A-about two weeks now," you paused, taking a breath. "Aether do you know what's wrong with me?" 

The look in Aether's eyes told you the answer to your question. It hurt Aether to see you like this, to hear you sound broken. It seemed that at the very least the disease wasn't well known in Teyvat if at all. 

You didn't have much longer. It was obvious with how pale you were and the number of butterflies around you. Most people barely survived a month with the disease. Typically the victim died within three to four weeks of obtaining it. So it was easy to tell you would be dead soon. 

He stayed by your side, tending to you as you slowly grew weaker and couldn't perform simple tasks let alone even walk. The only time he left your side was to inform Tartaglia of your condition and what was going to happen as well as ask Albedo if he knew anything of the disease. 

Aether was told that while it did exist in Teyvat, it was extremely rare. 

The moment Aether got back he was immediately by your side again. 

You died in his arms five days later. 

He laid you down on your bed as the butterflies landed on and around you to rest peacefully alongside with you.  

Aether sat on the ground next to your bed, closing his eyes only to start coughing. He looked at his hand only to be met with flowers. 

Red flowers. 

Blood Red flowers. 

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I've come to realize that while I'm not the biggest fan of reading angst, I sure do love writing it.

Henry Winter

He was such an alluring man to me. He was a mysterious man who loved writing and reading books, particulary in latin and ancient greek. This detail really mesmerised me, I might even say that I fell in love with him thanks to this trait of his. And why so, you might ask yourself? Well, I'm a writer myself. I write and read in latin and I have a connection to that language. So, when I found out that he had studied latin too and adored it with the same profoundness that I did, I was demolished to the ground.

But, what really tormented me forever was that he was writing a diary in ancient greek with an intriguing motive to it : he loved that language. And, by using the verb "love" I don't allude to a superficial emotion that is easy to get rid of, but, I'm talking about the fondness that one feels for a certain thing that truly is at one's heart. He practically lived within the ancient greek world.

What was even more entertaining was that I didn't know anything about ancient greek. I mean as in the language itself.

Perhaps, that's what really amused me the most. Because, I finally had found a man who was smarter and better at something than me.

Do you, my dear reader, know what a relief it is to finally find that person you had been looking for everyday of your life?

I cried the first time that we met. I was so happy. My heart was beating so fast and I was in ecstasy, or better, euphoria. And, do you want to know how he reacted to that?

He wiped my overflowing eyes and smiled at me. It was as if he knew in what a bliss I was at that moment. No. He knew, for sure, that I had been vigorously waiting for him.

Now, where is he?

If you aren’t writing for Hazbin then please feel free to ignore this! I remember seeing somewhere that you wanted Adams teen!reader and Alastors teen!reader to meet, and I was thinking they would maybe meet during the next extermination. I was also thinking about scenarios where Voxs teen!reader and Alators teen!reader meet/interact. I’m sorry this is so long, and I hope you have a great day/night!

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I hope your having a great day/night too

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I don't remember if I made a Vox teen/reader but...

I imgaine Vox's to be a soft spoken person (the opposite of Vox)

They like to stay behind the screen and make themselves usueful in anyway possible to the Vees

V!reader (imma call them Vee) is more timid then A!reader when they first meet Vee was intimidated by them even though reader actually wanted to talk but misunderstood and thought Vee was being standoffish and stuck up so they don't like them

A few times after that Vee started to think reader was just rude

Every time they meet its never friendly, reader always starts the arguments and ends while while Vee defends themself

Now moving onto the scenario

EPI 2: video killed the radio star

*Alaster and reader are walking out the tailor to see Vox's spectical on the tv. Alaster sighs and continues down the street while reader goes to take a closer look when they see Vee*

A- Aw I thought I unplugged you. *looks up and down* You're clearly still defective, I can help with that

Vee- *sigh* 7 years was far too much luck in this hellhole.

A- You must've missed me if you've been counting

Vee- oh please the only thing I miss is the silence before you started talking

A- Silence? With that staic up there talking shit

Vee- He's just saying what were all thinking

A- Seems like nothing has changed. He's still the one talking for you huh. Do me a favor and only speak when spoken too it's the only thing it seems you're good at.

Vee was taken a back but when they when to speak they were cut off by Alastor on the radio.

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hiii just found you, and was wondering if you could do like the hashira’s reactions to a half demon, half human child (maybe toddler age). The child would be introduced at one of the hashira meetings

Then again I don’t know if you’ve already done this but yeah…

I have done something similar but I can't find it

Demon slayer masterlist

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"Hey, kid!" A lowered rank yelled at you. It was the middle of the night and you were alone in the middle of the woods, playing without a care in the world.

"Kid where are your parents!" He got closer while still yelling.

This time you turned to face him. Your eyes glowed in the dark scaring the poor guy.

"Hi." You smiled while waving.

"What are you doing out here?"

"playin' "

"Where are your parents?" He asked again. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Come with me I'll take you somewhere safe." He leaned down to your height while holding out his arm, You hesitantly took it.

He took you to the master's estate in hopes of him finding a place for you

Ubuyashiki couldn't find your family so he made arrangements for you to live with him and his family

during this time his wife noticed your weird behaviors like not eating or sleeping, feeling nauseous around the scent of wisteria, your skin getting irritated when your out in the sun for too long

She brought this up with her husband and he asked you If you were a demon to which you replied

"Yes and no but master said it's a secret"

it's no longer a secret cause he called a meeting

"Hello my children, I've called you all here on account of my guest. A child was found playing in the woods, They have been living here for a while and we have suspected they might be a cross of demon and human."

"How is that possible?"

"Can we met them."

"I don't want to met another demon." Sanemi said with a tone of arrogance.

"Then go home no one needs the attitude." Tengen sassed.

"You-"

"I for one would like to see what they are like!" Rengoku boasted, accidentally cutting Sanemi off. He couldn't hear him.

"Are we sure it's safe. We do not know its intention." Gyomei asked.

"During the time they were here they never ate or was agressive towards anyone. Why don't you come out Y/n, I know you're listening."

You slightly opened the door to the engawa and peaked your head out.

"They're gonna kill me." You whined.

"No ones gonna kill you," Ubuyashiki and his children chuckled, "Can you come here please."

You thought for a minute before slowly making your way over to him, careful not making eye contact with the hashira.

"Aw how cute." Mitsuri gushed.

"What's wrong with it."

"Still with the attitude."

"Poor thing is scared." Gyomei started to tear up.

"They don't look the least bit demon." Iguro noted.

"Cause I'm not... Not fully." You said.

"What does that mean, Y/n?" Kagaya asked.

You shrugged, Sanemi groaned, "No disrespect master, but I don't see the purpose of keeping it alive."

"I second that."

"I told you they wanted to kill me!" You cried while running back into the mansion.

"...Well then I guess this meeting it over. You are dismissed."

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How do you think Alastor would react to teen!readers parents trying to join the Hotel to get to read? Thank you for reading this and have an amazing day

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Reference

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This is gonna be a short and sweet.

They dead. Both of them. Couldn't even see all of hell cause once alastor knew they were down there he hunting them.

They didn't even get to she Charlie's commercial.

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But let's say he didn't kill them and they showed up at the hotel.

You were probably in your room when they pleaded to Charlie for redemption to which Charlie obviously accepted.

Alastor was plotting to kill them the moment he saw them. They recognized him and tried to apologize but he was hearing none of that.

By the time you came down stairs you wished you never left the comfort of you room. You vividly remember when you were alive, its not easy to forget.

Your parents practically threw themselves at your feet apologizing but you didn't believe them.

It developed into a small argument and Charlie tried her best to resolve it while husk and angel watch from the couch with a bucket of popcorn.

In the end they died.

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My day was pretty alright. I hope you have an amazing day❤

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I've been away for a while posting here and there but now I'm a little more free.

For the alator teen!reader, what are their relationships like with the other members of the hotel and Rosie

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Angel dust

Y'all argue alot but are friendly most of the time

When it's just the two of you he isn't angel dust he's Anthoney

I feel like y'all interact the most out loud

He is your biggest cheerleader and critic

10/10

Husk

Y'all have a unspoken lanuguage

Judging everyone without a second thought

nothing gets past y'all

You can tell him anything and he won't tell a soul

He let's you taste the drinks he make but it's never enough to get you drunk

He reminds me of an uncle

9/10

Nifty

ngl I don't know what to say about nifty i mean it's nifty

10/10

Vaggie

She doesn't like your attitude but respects your boundaries

Y'all don't interact much but when you do it's mostly positive

7/10

Charlie

When you first met her you though she was obnoxious and tried to avoid her but there's something about her that nobody can ignore

Sometimes she can be overbearing but she takes criticism well

Even if you don't want to be redeemed she'll be supportive of anything else you do

6/10

Rosie

She LOVES you

If you need anything she's the person you go to (even before Alastor but he doesn't know that

She'll drop anything and everything for you

100/10❤

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Law x reader fluff (established relationship, slight angst to fluff/nothing serious, slightly suggestive)

This is for you POOKIE @berryghostbunny but remember law is mine

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"Law how long are you planing on staying in here." You questioned from the opposite side of the desk as him.

"Until I'm done... You don't have to wait for me."

You pouted but he didn't notice.

You huffed and stomped out of his office hoping that he'll at least try and follow you to your shared room. Instead, you were met with Bepo trying to cheer you up but it didn't help.

Instead, he lulled you to sleep with stories of when he and law were little.

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In the morning you were awoken by an arm moving up and down your waist, squeezing gently in certain places. You moaned and tried to turn around, but he gripped your waist and pulled you against him.

"Law?~"

"I'm sorry, love." He whispered against your neck, leaving small kisses.

"No you're not. You're gonna do it again tomorrow." You tried to wiggle out of his grasp but his grip was too strong.

"Doesn't mean I can't be sorry about making you wait for me."

"That's not why I'm upset. I'm upset because you know how important sleep is yet you hardly ever. It's stupid... You're stupid." You muttered the last part, relaxing in his grip.

"I know," He kissed the back of your neck, "I'll make it up to you." He rolls over to be on top of you. He starts kissing your cheek and slowly moving to your neck before you stopped him.

Pushing him onto his back while you straddle him you whisper, "you better, Captain."

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Choso x gn reader ( @berryghostbunny )

college au

warning: mention of throw up

summary: You and Choso go to a college party

Your first college party. You had been warned about college parties, pacing yourself, keeping an eye on your drink, don't sleep with strangers, etc. But you didn't worry too much because you had your boyfriend to protect you.

One problem tho... You were terrible at pacing yourself. an hour into the party you were the drunkest you have ever been and it was starting to get a bit overwhelming.

You sat on the couch of what you guessed was the living room when the whole room started to get hot. The music started to become muffled, and the people blurred into moving lights.

You tried to calm yourself by getting some water but as soon as you stood up you felt nauseous.

You flashed a look to Choso which he got immediately the hit and was at your side in an instant.

"Maybe we should get some fresh air, love." Choso wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you outside where there was a porch swing. He gently sat you down,

"I'll be back with some water." He pecked your head before running inside.

As you sat there and waited for him when the nauseous feeling came back, you quickly leaned over the porch railing and let everything out.

"Oh baby," You didn't even notice Choso come up behind you until he had his hand on your back. running his hand up and down soothingly, "Maybe it's time for us to go home."

You were about to object but you had to throw up again.

When you were finished wiped your mouth and leaned back to look at him. He smiled at you as he handed you a bottle of water.

"Let's go home."

*bonus*

At home Choso ran you a bath.

"Feeling better, love?" He said while sitting on the side of the bathtub resting his hand on your arm.

"So much better... Why don't you join me."

"I want to make sure you feel better."

"I already told you I do and I'll feel 10 times better if you join me." You raise your hand to place over his that touches your arm. He took that hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss.

"Your wish is my command, love."

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Choso x gn reader ( @berryghostbunny )

college au

warning: mention of throw up

summary: You and Choso go to a college party

Your first college party. You had been warned about college parties, pacing yourself, keeping an eye on your drink, don't sleep with strangers, etc. But you didn't worry too much because you had your boyfriend to protect you.

One problem tho... You were terrible at pacing yourself. an hour into the party you were the drunkest you have ever been and it was starting to get a bit overwhelming.

You sat on the couch of what you guessed was the living room when the whole room started to get hot. The music started to become muffled, and the people blurred into moving lights.

You tried to calm yourself by getting some water but as soon as you stood up you felt nauseous.

You flashed a look to Choso which he got immediately the hit and was at your side in an instant.

"Maybe we should get some fresh air, love." Choso wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you outside where there was a porch swing. He gently sat you down,

"I'll be back with some water." He pecked your head before running inside.

As you sat there and waited for him when the nauseous feeling came back, you quickly leaned over the porch railing and let everything out.

"Oh baby," You didn't even notice Choso come up behind you until he had his hand on your back. running his hand up and down soothingly, "Maybe it's time for us to go home."

You were about to object but you had to throw up again.

When you were finished wiped your mouth and leaned back to look at him. He smiled at you as he handed you a bottle of water.

"Let's go home."

*bonus*

At home Choso ran you a bath.

"Feeling better, love?" He said while sitting on the side of the bathtub resting his hand on your arm.

"So much better... Why don't you join me."

"I want to make sure you feel better."

"I already told you I do and I'll feel 10 times better if you join me." You raise your hand to place over his that touches your arm. He took that hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss.

"Your wish is my command, love."

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Hello, I hope you are well, could I ask for an Alastor and Teen!Reader, who focuses on their dynamics within the Haznin Hotel, situations like this where the reader is moody (I like that dynamic) but Alastor asks him to do something and his smile? (Sorry if it's not explained well)

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The game you've been playing, Honkai Star Rail (or anything else), had recently had an update and you wanted to catch up on the story quest. You got comfortable with snacks and blankets before diving into the game.

The last time you looked at the time it was 9:00pm.

It's currently 6:50am when you heard a knock on your door. You ignore it.

"I'm coming in." Alastor sang as he opened your door. You were buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows. You peeked out and saw Alastor sit on the side of your bed.

"We're making a new commercial for the hotel."

"Okay and?"

"You're going to be in it."

"Whyyyyyy."

"And you're gonna act lively WITH a smile unless you want me to give you something to frown about."

You groan.

"Oh come now, it's just for a 1 minute commercial.

"but it's so much work."

"Really Y/n." He sighed, "Get up and stop complaining." With a snap of his fingers, your clothes changed.

You reluctantly got up and followed him down stairs. Vaggie was more excited than usual as she approached you.

"This won't take long. If you cooperate, you'll be back to doing nothing in no time." She said sarcastically.

"Ya' know your tone was why people think you're a bi- you're mean." You have to stop yourself from cursing cause Alastor doesn't like it. He says it's improper. Alastor's smile widened at your self-restraint.

"A-n-yway let's make the commercial." She pulled you into her side and turned to face the other who, other than Nifty, looked unimpressed.

*time skip*

Charlie came back just in time to see the commercial air - before it was interrupted.

"YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING!" You jumped up from your spot on the couch.

"Nice restraint Y/n."

"I smiled and everything." You whined while dramatically leaning over his lap.

"I know and it was such a lovely smile. You should smile more." He successfully comforted you.

"That was a smile? If I were alive and saw that I would've thought I you were the grim reaper." Angel laughed. You quickly sat up and glared at him.

"At least I was moaning every line."

"I was entertaining. The only thing you had going for you was your 'smile'. "

"Both of you shut up we can't hear the tv."

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art by: @ghostly-one

Here's a suggestion for teen!reader and Alastor, after the battle at the end of season one, reader helps repair Alastors staff

Hello sorry for the wait.

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Angels are tough but anyone who crossed your path literally didn't see you coming. You were surrounded by a bunch of dead angels with more coming when they suddenly stopped and started to retreat.

The battle was over.

You were out of breath with minor injuries, so you decided to lie down.

"Get up." An unrecognizable voice said causing you to jump up with (weapon of choice) in hand. You were surprised to see a wounded Alastor clutching his staff. Now broken staff

"Are you-"

"Follow me."

You followed him to his destroyed radio tower. He shoved the two pieces of his staff if your hands.

"Fix it." He said as he started to descend into madness.

You looked down at the staff and then back up at him. He was clearly losing his mind, and you knew why but if you brought it up while he was like this he would surely kill you. So you tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm not a miracle worker." You joked but Alastor didn't even hear you, he was too deep into how to get out of his contract.

So you get to work on his staff but it's easier said than done. The easy part is fixing the staff itself and making the microphone work, the hard part is putting the magic that it once held back in it.

After fixing the staff itself Alastor got himself together and brought the both of you to the others. His attitude did a complete 180.

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A/n: With this post I'm glad to announce that my break is over but requests will still be closed for a lil bit.

April Fools!😭

or is it?😏

art by: @ghostly-one

Following the ask where adam kid sees him die and decides to become general when they're older can I request years later when they're more older they act like Adam with a dash of invader zim? (They're annoying to everyone around them in Heaven and Hell, but for heaven they have high respect for Sera...but they unknowingly annoy her like Zim annoys the tallests)

Part 1

Taglist: @sugerplumig, @yukicandlewolf, @valerie-36, @kira-lovejoy

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"Y/n!"

"Oh uh, what happened?" Sera snapped you out of your thoughts.

"You were telling me what you were going to do about the extermination."

"Oh yeah!" You got excited, "As I was saying, I'm gonna finish what my dad started, We failed because we thought we couldn't be harmed but thanks to MY great leadership skills and battle strats we can win."

"It isn't about winning, Y/n. The sinners are uprising we kill as many of them to stop it."

"Okay so kill as many of them gotcha... starting with Charlies hotel." You muttered the last bit.

"What was that?"

"Nothing ma'am. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." You were about to dismiss yourself when Emily stopped you.

"NO! Why does the extermination have to continue? We know that sinners can be redemed and-"

"Who says sinners want to be redeemed."

"Sir Pentious-"

"Was a coincidence. He was selfless and sacrificed himself. Do you really think everyone down there is the same? I'm not trying to be rude but grow up, not everyone is as nice as you. The sinners down there will kill you without a second thought."

Sera sighed before standing in-between the both of you.

"Y/n you are dismissed."

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"Hiiii Lute." You ran up behind her and jumped on her back while she was minding her own business. She flipped you over her head and you landed you your back.

*cough cough* Damn Lute *cough cough HAAAAACCK*

"I told you to stop doing that."

"Sorry not sorry." You wheezed.

"What is it now, Y/n?"

"Extermination time." You hopped to your feet and before Lute could react you pulled her into the air and flew to the golden gates. The other exorcists were waiting for you.

"THIS IS FOR ADAM, CHARLIE AND VAGGIE WILL GET WHAT'S COMING FOR THEM!" You riled up, "KILL EVERY CRACK SMOKING COCKSUCKER THAT YOU SEE!"

You opened a portal for them to fly down. The massacre begins.

Your first and only stop was the hotel. You flew straight through the ceiling and landed in the atrium with Lute right behind you.

You heard a collective gasp and chuckled, "Wow... I like what you've done with the place." You spun around as you looked at the place, it really did look a lot better since the last time you've been there. Too bad you were gonna ruin it.

You looked back at the crew and made eye contact with Lucifer.

"Who's too young now bitch." You said through gritted teeth before getting yourself ready to attack.

"Still you." He joked.

Without a second thought, you went straight for him.

Spoiler alert: You lost

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Hey hey hey! I hope your life is doing well. I have a request about alastor x teen reader, could you maybe, possibly make angst? Like reader encountering their father, and maybe he beats them up or just slaps reader, then our lovely adoptive father comes to the rescue! Feel free to decline, I just want more alastor x teen reader.

use this and this is a reference

Warning: Choking, Bad Parenting

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After the win against the angels in the extermination you had found a new sense of hope. You forgot about all you troubles and focused on the present and hopefully the future.

Out on the streets of hell was death, a sight that you've gotten used to. You walked without a care in the world and held your head up high.

"Well look who it is. Y/n in the flesh. Ya'know I thought that hotel would've killed you, glad to see that you're still alive." Vox smiles as he materializes in front of you.

"Is it so hard to enjoy 1 day without being annoyed with someone I don't want to see or talk to." You snapped.

"Woah woah I'm not the one who wanted to see you. There's a man that works under me who wanted to talk to you."

"Who?"

"You'll see If you come with me." He held out his hand for you to take but you just stared at it, debating if you should trust him. I mean he's never hurt you before plus he only has beef with Alastor.

You sighed and took his hand. You felt a tingle all over your body as you were teleported outside of a speakeasy.

"He's waiting inside," Vox said, letting go of your hand and opening the door for you. Vox lead you to a table towards the back where a man was seated.

You didn't recognize him until you got close enough to the unique smell of your dad's cologne and alcohol.

"What the hell is-" You spin around to confront Vox but he's already gone.

"Y/n." Your father said sternly. You kept you back towards him.

"Y/n."

"I really don't want to talk to you." You said through gritted teath.

"Y/n please, I know that I wasn't the best dad in life but death has given me a second chance." He got up and walked around to see your face.

"Someone like you can never change. I would rather side with a cannibalistic murderer than you."

That set him off. He slapped you, Hard. He grabbed you by your neck and backed you into the table.

"HE is the one that ruined your life. I was trying to set you on the right path. I gave you life. Who are YOU to disobey ME." He was so blinded by rage that he couldn't feel you desperately clawing at his hand, making him bleed in the process.

"I'm trying to change but that bastard keeps messing with me." He was clearly going off the deep end. You thought Your weak cries for help weren't heard until you felt the hand around your neck loosen.

Your dad's hand was completely chopped off.

"It's good to see you again, old friend." The radio demon said with a stitched grin, "I believe they said that they didn't want to talk to you. If I ever see you around them I. Will. Kill. You."

Your father slithered away.

"I would've been here sooner if-"

"You came right on time."

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You were always seen by Alastor's side. Like literally from the day he joined the hotel he's never been seen alone.

It was like you were his sinner shadow Manifested. I can imagine the both of u locking arms while walking or if he's sitting on a couch at the hotel you'll lay your head on his lap

Charlie finds this adorable but Vaggie and the others find it kinda off putting. THE Radio Demon letting this kid hug him whenever without consequence is weird

Sir Pentious got knocked into the city just for taking a bit off his coat

If anyone comments on it they are getting a death stare

"Hey kid how come your so close wit' the deer?" Angel caught you on the one day you weren't by alastor.

You shrugged your shoulders. Husk sighed, he already told angel to leave it alone but be didn't listen.

"Ya know he's killed people for touching him right?"

You nodded, "so have I." You said proudly.

Angel left it at that and asked Husk for another drink. The both of you were a mystery but you weren't hurting anybody... In the hotel at least.

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A/n: sorry for the delay on requests but I saw this one and it reminded me of when I was spending time with my niece. She would not let me put her down, sit or sleep when I was with her. When I took a nap on the couch she slapped me awake saying that I looked dead. It was adorable but it broke me cause she's seen me very sick before.