You weren't supposed to die. The second your scream was heard by none other than the Levi Ackerman himself, He stopped dead in his tracks. As if your scream was an alarm, It triggered an uneasiness knot inside his stomach. He should have not agreed when you suggest to join him on this expedition, knowing damn well this was your second time. He should have been there when you took your last breath, fuck he wasn't even there to hear your last words.
He held you closer to his body, he held you even closer until he could smell the blood that was still splattered. It's quite funny, he thought because even in the worst state anyone could ever be, you still managed to look ethereal. It wasn't much but it lifted the corner of his lips.
" Hey, Levi. Say, do i look okay? " You asked, turning your body to every angle human can possibly do.
" You look okay. " He answered. He wished he could say more than that,
" You don't even need to try " So that he continued.
" Aw, Levi. You flatter me "
'Yeah, you seriously don't even need to try' Levi smiled.
He tried to spit out some words, he really tried. But the only thing that came out was only unmanly cracks and incoherent words that he, himself couldn't understand. So he gave up trying, just like you did while fighting against the weirdass looking titans out there. It wasn't your fault though.
Levi doesn't know how many hours he's been out here staring at your corpse like a creep. If your spirit was here, you'd probably say 'you seriously don't have anything better to do other than staring at my pretty face, don't you?' It lifted the corners of his lips even higher this time. No one in the right mind would smile in front of their lover's corpse. But he's different, he's humanity's strongest soldier.
At this he stood up. His smile erupted into a laughter, not the sad one, the genuine one. He was glad no one was around, or else he would be labeled as Humanity's strangest soldier with a dying chicken laugh.
As his laughter went down, he tiredly smiled at the corpse he once thought forever of. He thought about this morning when he promised you he wouldn't die, well he didn't die. You did.
It's okay, You did a great job.
He took a short flinal glance at you, you looked alot more peaceful than the nights before, and maybe that's why he's relieved.
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summary: begrudgingly So'lek was asked to deliver some materials to the Aranahe. However, he never expected to meet an Aranahe woman who was so capable of breaking down his walls.
1.7k words, so'lek x fem!aranahe reader, injury, angst, SOME comfort, tortured lovers but theyre just stupid, slowish burn lmao, guilt
finally part 4 sorry it took so long y'all, i hope you enjoy!! i did this one more so from readers pov not so'lek's
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Another day came, though now they all seemed to blur together. Sun filtered through the tent flaps of Minangâs healing tent. How long had it been? Two weeks? Maybe three? It didnât matter at this point. You were anchored to the ground by the broken bones in your leg. The pain tore through you. Up from the ankle to your hip. It wasnât quite unbearable anymore, but barely tolerable. You couldnât do a single thing by yourself, waited on hand and foot like some sort of useless child. No. Not even a child needed this much assistance.
Soâlek by some sort of miracle had been next to you almost every moment of the day. Though he didnât speak. Not since he had rushed out of the tent many moons ago. He was soâŠguarded. Like an invisible wall was plastered in between the two of you.
He knew your routine. When you were hungry, when you needed to eat those disgusting herbs and when to get Minang to aid in atreating the bruised sweltered wound on your leg.
He had fetched the pod fruit for Nefika a couple days after you had settled into your routines. At least she couldnât scold you for delaying the progression of her dyes. Thank Eywa for Soâlek.
The tent flap opened softly, Soâlek stepping through, and shutting it curtly behind him. He didnât say a word, just as you expected. He held a large green leaf in his hand, holding small pieces of meat and fruit to indulge in for the morning.
Slowly, you shuffled up in your bed. Inching with your arms, to push yourself up to rest on your uninjured leg. It was a painstakingly slow process, that most definitely looked pitiful to Soâlek. So maybe thatâs why he didnât look at all? He just stared at the floor turning away from you. The same way a child did when they were scolded by their mother, unable to face the consequences of their actions.
It didnât click for you though. His avoidance, his guarded stare it just made you feel like a burden. As if Soâlek wasâŠfurious that you had been so reckless. That he felt the need be responsible for your healing and that he resented that fact completely.
Looking up at him to try and meet his solemn eyes you squeaked out a mellow greeting. âGood morning.â
âMorningâ. The silence grew awkwardly, you let out a small cough to try and mend the tension in the sweet morning air.
Soâlek crouched down next to you, stretching out his arms to hand you the meal. His hands shook slightly, it was odd for a warrior of his stature, to shake in the presence of such a pathetic excuse of a grown woman.
Taking the food, you placed it on the floor in front of you so could use one hand to hold your weight up, absolving your leg of itâs responsibility.
âWhere is yours? Have you eaten?â You were sure he hadnât, it was so early that he mustâve woken before the sun rose to prepare your meal.â
âNo. Not yet.â He hummed softly still avoiding your gaze as if your eyes would turn him into stone.
You frowned, your bottom lip poking out. âYou must eat.â
Soâlek just shook his head as he pushed your food closer to you âI am not wounded.â
You sucked your teeth, rolling your eyes. âNo way, I havenât noticed.â
Soâlek grunted as he crossed his arms, adjusting so he sat slightly closer to you. âJust eat. Donât make me feed you.â
No longer protesting you ate the rest of your meal in silence. Soâlek loomed over you like a hawk, his presence warm even though he was still so cold towards you.
He waited until you swallowed the last bite of your food before he moved from his almost predator like position, still and watchful. He reached for the leaf in front of you folding it neatly. He was attentive, too attentive. Always making sure that the space you inhabited was clean, that you were clean and taken care of.
He watched as you tried to adjust âThereâs no need to rushâ He said quietly. âI will help youâ
âWhy would I rush? I have nowhere to be.â You gestured to you leg laying stiff on the mat.
He paused, almost remorsefully. His jaw tightened, placing the folded leaf into a pocket of his vest. âYou will.â He replied âSoon.â
The word echoed.
Soon.
An empty promise, you werenât going anywhere. Anytime soon. Not when this lug of a limb held you down. You shifted, trying to adjust your position, but you were quickly shut down as a pain sharp enough to steal your breath flared throughout your entire limb. You bit down hard, refusing to make a sound.
Within these weeks you learned quickly that every sound you made, every facial twitch drew his attention to you. Despite your efforts he noticed anyway.
âSoâlek.â You interrupted him before he could move. âDonâtâ
He froze.
âI- I can do it,â you insisted, even when the slight tremor in your arms betrayed your determination. âI wonât break apart if you look away for a moment.â
âYou are wounded.â He said, guilt laced in his tone.
Your chest tightened as you struggled to keep your weight on your arms. âI didnât plan on needing this much helpâ
Soâlek frowned as he moved closer to you. âThat does not matter.â
âIt does to me.â Silence stretched between you. âYou donât look at me, you barely speak. I know you have better things to doâ
His shoulders sagged, the weight of your words pulling them down as he tried to stop his mouth from frowning. âThatâs not true.â
âYou think I do not notice it Soâlek?â Your voice trembled despite your best efforts to not show your emotions. âYou tense when I move, you hover over me like youâre waiting for me to hurt myself again. I know I slowed you down. I know your only staying here because itâs some twisted sense of pity and obligation towards me.â
âThat is not it-â
âThen what is it Soâlek? Because it just feels like youâre angry at me for being such a burden.â
Soâlekâs posture softened, his hands slowly reaching out to you. His eyes sharp and wounded, like an animal cornered by something it does not know how to fight.
âI am not angryâŠIâd never be angry.â His words were soft, his voice low and controlled. âIâm afraidâ
The words hung in the air, fragile and unexpected. Your breath caught in your throat, unable to respondbrui to his confession. The silence was long and painful, claws scratching down your throat where words couldnât escape.
Eyes met, it felt as if a warm wave rushed over you, washing away the pain within you for just a second as for the first time in weeks you had met Soâlekâs eyes and there was not coldness. For just a moment Soâlek had not been a guarded keeper of her healthâŠbut a friend.
What was he afraid of? Was he afraid you would impede on his other responsibilities? That this injury would cost him his work? What could he mean.
You felt inclined to ask. To interrogate him. But you were too afraid. Of ruining what might be the one moment of vulnerability he would bestow upon you.
âYou donât have to be afraid. Itâs not like I will break.â
Soâlek shut his eyes quickly, screwing them shut as he took in a sharp breath. His chest trembles as his hand gripped onto his thigh tightly. âYouâre already broken. I-â He cut himself off, now unable to met your eyes. Maybe he really was afraid.
âI know that Soâlek.â You huff, anger tittering on the tip of your tongue. âIâm the one that is holed up in this tent all day with nothing to do but think. But you can leave at any time. Itâs quite obvious how much you resent being here.â
Soâlek almost let out a hiss as he turned back to face you, his brows furrowed as he kept his hands glued to his sides.
âResent?â The words were sour and bitter in his mouth. âYou think I resent you?â He gestured towards you and your leg. Before his hands curled into fists glueing back to his sides as if he was restraining himself from something bigger than anger.
âIf I resented you, I would be back at resistance. I wouldâve left as soon as Minang said you would liveâ
Your heart hammered in your ribcage. âThen what is it? Fear? Are you scared of me or something? Because Iâm pretty much hopeless right now so I donât know why you canât stand to be near me!â
The question slipped out of your mouth faster than you could filter it. It was raw and brittle. You hated how you sounded soâŠdesperate. For what exactly? Reassurance? Closure? Validation?
Soâlek froze, his jaw clenched. Teeth grinding against each other as he fought with himself to stop spewing out a raw and vulnerable confession.
âBecause I did this to you. I shouldnât have let you fly out. I should have said no to Nefika. I knew better andâŠand you got hurt.â
Your fingers dug into the plush mat beneath you. âSoâŠthis is about guilt?â
His eyes snapped back to meet yours. âThis is about consequence.â
âI chose to fly out with youâ
âAnd I chose to race you in the plains winds.â His voice was soft, quiet as he tried to stop his voice from showing too much emotion. âAnd I got you hurt.â
âSo what? Are you going to mull around me until I can walk? Because we both know that will be a long time.â You tried to move again, face scrunching in pain.
Soâlek quickly attended to you, being less subtle about his motions to help you. Placing his large hands around your waist to prop you upright onto a woven backrest behind you.
As his hands left your skin, the heat lingered, an absence that burned more than the contact itself. âUntil I can get you back home safely. I will be here.â
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notes: thankyou sm for reading!! i'd love to hear your thoughts what you think might happen, what you wish will happen!! it really motivates me comments, reblogs and asks are so so so appreciated. sorry if theres some errors i wrote most of this when i should have most definitely been sleeping
When the Trr'ong clan was still alive and thriving.
The bioluminescent glow of the Kinglor Forest pulses around you like a living heartbeat as you dart between the massive silk-spun trees. Laughter bubbles up in your throatâlight, teasingâwhile So'lek's footsteps thunder softly behind you, closer than before.
"You cannot outrun me forever," he calls, his voice low and playful, laced with that rare warmth he saves only for you. He's younger then, before the skies burned and his clan scattered like seeds on the wind. A respected hunter, strong and sure, but with you, he lets the seriousness slip away.
You glance back, your queue swaying with the motion, and flash him a challenging grin. "Then catch me, So'lek. Prove you are worthy."
He lunges, faster than you expect, and you twist away at the last moment, leaping onto a low-hanging vine. The forest sings with your shared joyâkinglor moths fluttering in your wake, their wings scattering soft light. You swing higher, deeper into the shadowed glade where the Aranahe rarely venture at night, a secret place you've claimed as your own.
His hand finally closes around your ankle, pulling you down gently into his arms. You tumble together onto the soft moss, breathless and tangled, your bodies pressed close under the canopy's glow.
"I see you," he murmurs against your ear, his amber eyes locking onto yours, fierce and tender all at once.
"I see you," you whisper back, your fingers tracing the sharp lines of his face, the curve of his jaw.
He smilesâthat quiet, genuine curve of his lips that makes your heart raceâand leans in. Your queues brush first, tendrils seeking, then intertwine with a spark that sends shivers through you both. Tsaheylu blooms between you, not the lifelong bond yet, but a promise, a playful preview of what could be: his excitement flooding into you, your delight echoing in him.
You pull him closer, lips meeting in a hungry kiss as hands explore, shedding woven garments under the watchful stars of Eywa. The forest wraps around you like a blanket, intimate and alive, as you lose yourselves in each otherârunning no more, only surrendering to the heat, the connection, the unspoken vow that one day, this will be forever.
Edit: Apparently, the Trr'ong lived close to the Omatikaya clan/territory and not the Aranahe. Apologies:)
â I LOVE HIM, BUT SOMEONE ELSE LOVES ME INSTEAD. â
â In which a contract wife is loved by someone else.
SUMMARY: As the wife of the famous big shot in the wine industry, you have everything you could ever ask for â a beautiful mansion, endless wealth, servants at your beck and call... However, you lack the one thing you yearn for: love. With your beloved husband neglecting you and being stuck in a loveless marriage, you decide to end it all, only to be stopped by a man whom you have never met before, and who also coincidentally happens to be your soulmate. In addition, there just might seem to be more than what meets the eye in regards to your peculiar soulmate, and you just might have to find that out for yourself.
PAIRING(S): zhongli x f! reader + diluc x f! wife! reader
FEATURING: childe + hu tao + jean gunnhildr + kaeya alberich + lumine
GENRE(S): arranged/contract marriage au + modern au + soulmate au (you have a timer on your wrist which counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate) + angst (with a happy ending)
CW(S)/TW(S): (possible) canon divergence (creative liberties are taken) + character death + contains depictions/mentions of blood, gore, suicide attempts, and violence + (possible) spoilers from the canon/official lore + use of childe's real name
WC: 3.3k and counting
STATUS: ongoing (slow updates)
NOTE(S): reader is not the traveller + visions do not apply/exist + inspired by the manhwa onsaemiro
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INDEX
zero | you, your beloved husband, and a pretty stranger
one | someone who cares
two | your saviour, your soulmate, the man accented in gold
â I LOVE HIM, BUT SOMEONE ELSE LOVES ME INSTEAD. â
â In which a contract wife is loved by someone else.
SUMMARY: As the wife of the famous big shot in the wine industry, you have everything you could ever ask for â a beautiful mansion, endless wealth, servants at your beck and call... However, you lack the one thing you yearn for: love. With your beloved husband neglecting you and being stuck in a loveless marriage, you decide to end it all, only to be stopped by a man whom you have never met before, and who also coincidentally happens to be your soulmate. In addition, there just might seem to be more than what meets the eye in regards to your peculiar soulmate, and you just might have to find that out for yourself.
PAIRING(S): zhongli x f! reader + diluc x f! wife! reader
FEATURING: childe + hu tao + jean gunnhildr + kaeya alberich + lumine
GENRE(S): arranged/contract marriage au + modern au + soulmate au (you have a timer on your wrist which counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate) + angst (with a happy ending)
CW(S)/TW(S): (possible) canon divergence (creative liberties are taken) + character death + contains depictions/mentions of blood, gore, suicide attempts, and violence + (possible) spoilers from the canon/official lore + use of childe's real name
WC: 3.3k and counting
STATUS: ongoing (slow updates)
NOTE(S): reader is not the traveller + visions do not apply/exist + inspired by the manhwa onsaemiro
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INDEX
zero | you, your beloved husband, and a pretty stranger
one | someone who cares
two | your saviour, your soulmate, the man accented in gold
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Warnings: Dark themes, gore, graphic imagery, theme/depictions of horror, swearing/language, suggestive, pet names (Little Flower used 5-6x) implied harsh parenting {on Sukuna's end), mentions of adult murder, implications of impregnating, implied Stockholm Syndrome, images/depictions of dead bodies (both human and animal), child death/murder, character death(s), slight misogynistic themes (if you squint), NOT PROOFREAD YET (sorry ;-;)
Word Count: 6.5k
A/N: For starters, I want to clarify that I am choosing to purposely not mention the names of the twins. Although this makes it difficult on my end, I wanted you, the reader, to decide on the names of your choosing while reading.
P.S. This is the longest chapter I have written. Sorry it took so long but I hope it proves well and worth the wait. (â„ïčâ„)
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You could see the fire, smell the blood, and hear their screams as they begged for mercy. They cried out for their children and loved ones whose bodies were now burning in the roaring flames, reduced to cinders and ashes. Those who threatened to charge were killed before they could make contact, their body contorting in ways the human form was incapable of, causing cries of pure agony as they were left to bleed out in their mangled stateâ they were left to suffer in their pain as the life slowly drained out of them. If a suffering soul was fortunate, the fire would catch them aflame and kill them faster, or debris would land in a fatal spot or crush them whole to end their misery.
Viewing the demolished structures and flaming bodies, both dead and alive, was a petrifying viewâ yet you felt nothing. Your breath was methodical, your expression blank, your body unmoving. Pity and remorse were thrown out the windowâ fear and anguish had long vanished; however, anger and resentment lingered like a tiny flickering flame that continued to grow with each crumble and cry that could be heard.
Although your exterior appearance seemed calm and collected, your heartbeat said otherwise as it accelerated, pounding against your chest so hard you could eventually drown out the hollars of distress with its rapid thumping.
âMama, look!â Two voices sounded.
Your breath hitched as the familiar calls rang through your head. The pounding in your chest quickened and strengthened when the footsteps got closer. Hearing their giggles and whispers caused your form to tenseâ not having the strength to say or do anything. How would you explain your current position? How would you tell them tha-
âMama, are you alright?â
You snapped out of your daydream to see you were in front of the stream, taking care of your personal tasks, this chore being the cleansing of garments. The query of when you arrived there was unknown, but you would assume it had been for way longer than you should have resided in that area. The dreams you would endure during the solace of night, despite those nights being anything but comforting, had begun bleeding into the day and becoming more prevalent and gruesome. It was becoming quite the distraction.
"Mama?"
Before you could allow your thoughts to consume you, you focused your attention on your son and daughter, who were awaiting your reply with innocent eyes. Yeah, their virtue never ceased to amaze you. They were too good for this worldâ their empathy brought light to your soul that you believed had burnt out long agoâ pride and joy.
You looked at your twins with an awaiting gaze as you watched their expressions turn into excitement at the realization they had caught your attention. You blinked once before being met with a piece of parchment littered with ink. It did not take long to realize that the twins had made you something in their short time away. Blinking up at the two, you gave them a fond grin before looking back down at the material. Upon viewing the parchment, you saw an image of what you assumed to be an image of a bird, and next to the picture was a small note.
" To show gratitude to our dearest mother," you read aloud before holding the small gift to your chest, "Thank you, my loves, it is lovely."
The joy on their faces from the small compliment warmed your heart, referring to your previous statement of them being too good for this world. There were moments when you could not believe that the twins were a product of you and Sukunaâ that was a reoccurring thought you had often. They were, without doubt, your most significant and last blessing as things around the temple had not been going as smoothly as they once had been the first few years you resided in it, and it was clearly starting to take a toll on everybody, including you.
"Mama, guess what we learned today?" Your son exclaimed excitedly, causing you to jump a little, not expecting the sudden outburst of enthusiasm.
"Was it penmanship because the both of you are getting better. Have you been practicing like I have told you to?" You joked, poking at their bellies, causing them to giggle.
"No, Mama, Father taught us about Jujutsu!" your daughter shouted enthusiastically.
"Hey, I wanted to tell her," the boy pouted.
"Sorry," your little girl apologized as she turned to look at her brother with an apologetic look.
The sibling tried to look upset, not wanting to give in quite yet, but when he turned around to look at his sister's guilty expression, he launched to hug her. If you had said it twice, you were to state it a third timeâ the world did not deserve this pairâ you could not stress that enough.
"Did he now?" you breathed, your anxiety slowly creeping to the back of your neck like it did so often.
You were aware of the agreement you made with Sukuna all those years ago, and as of things so far, you both were holding up to your ends of the deal. The twins continued to be educated under your supervision and occasionally your attendant. Your little girl and boy were now at the ripe age of six, at which they would begin manifesting their cursed energy, so they were now taking lessons under their father's supervisionâ that notion made you apprehensive of your deal.
As you previously mentioned, things were not going as smoothly as they once were. Your village has become slightly non-compliant recently. The traditional wedding ceremonies had stopped a little over a year ago as families started refusing to hand over their kin to Sukuna. Despite the disrespect, Sukuna had no care as he had plenty of women to satisfy him; however, to say that he was taking the rebellion lightly would be a complete lie. Over the last few years, more guards were posted for precautionary reasons. Nothing major had happened yet, only the occasional distant and muffled voices chanting in protest.
With such circumstances, emotions were running high, and the crowd only seemed to get bigger as the days passed. You could admit that some days were worse than others, but it did not change the fact that these events could cause a catastrophic resolution at the hands of your husband. Viewing the situation, there was no question that Sukuna would be more occupied than usual; however, it was not amid meetings or trivial tasks but with his children instead.
Sukuna could hardly be viewed as a legitimate father but rather a mentorâ a cruel one based on the round, tear-stained cheeks that would walk into the garden after they had spent their designated time with their dad. The only children who seemed the slightest bit content with their learnings were your son and daughter. Your twins have not been training for long, but they had outlasted most other kids regarding their spirits breaking. The first day your little boy and girl had left to meet with Sukuna, you could not help but feel nervous; however, when they came back, they were all giggles and smiles as they told you of their time with the man they call father. To say you were shocked was an understatement, but despite that astonishment, you were simply glad they left a good impression and walked out unscathed, their spirits still intact.
"So, have your studies with your father come to fruition yet?" You asked, not thinking of your wording as the question effortlessly slipped from your tongue.
"Come to fruition?" your son repeated, looking at his sister to see if she understood the meaning of your words.
Despite your children being clever, they were still young and naive, and that naivety could not help but make you laugh gently as you watched them whisper to each other as they tried to decipher the saying. They paused in their little hushed conversation at your breathy giggle, flustered as they looked at you, hoping you would grant them the knowledge they wanted.
"Mama, stop laughing. What does it mean?" the two whined in sync as they looked at you with awaiting eyes.
"Alright," you managed to say between your little fits of giggles, "It means to succeed in the progression of a goal. In this case, did you reach the intended goal of your lessons today?"
Your twins thought over your words for a minute before a look of realization washed over their faces. The two looked at one another to make sure the other understood, finding they were both on the same page before turning to your now-awaiting gaze. Smiles were once again plastered to their expressions of proudness.
"Not exactly," your daughter stated.
"What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" you questioned with a raised brow as you looked for an answer.
"Well...we do not have cursed energy yet, but Father said it was okay because we will..." Your son trailed off before looking at his sister for assistance, trying to remember the exact words Sukuna had used.
"Manifest!" your daughter shouted in revelation after a moment of thought.
"Oh yes, manifest! He said it was okay because 'we will manifest our cursed energy soon enough,'" your son finished, ignoring the distant whispers and tiny gasps that had suddenly emerged from the surrounding women and children.
"And you both will, I am sure of thatâ my intuition is never wrong," a deep voice resonated behind the twins.
You froze as you looked up to see Sukuna looking down at you, a proud grin on his face as he let the words settle. Your smile had long disappeared, your lips forming into a tight line as you met his gaze. His presence was not what had upset you as you had grown familiar with his company and unexpected visits, but rather the fact that you knew he was right.
"Father!" the twins shouted, bowing before going in to hug his legs, looking up at him with their innocent doe-like eyes that shone the color of your own hues, little flecks of what seemed to be crimson could also be seen if the light hit them just right.
Your heart stopped for a second as you watched your four-armed companion freeze on the spot at the sudden attention. Although you knew Sukuna could not lay a hand upon his children due to the contents of the pact you had made with him, it did not eliminate the uneasiness you had, worried of the thought he would grow to distaste them. The curse-user was not a man of tenderness nor liked to be presented with such fondness, especially from his offspring. There was no room for weaklings in his realm, in hid brigade of suitable heirs.
You sit there, waiting for his reaction, chewing on your lip to the point it draws a small amount of blood. The man stood stiff, looking down at the two smaller beings that clung to his legs in a warm greeting before moving to bend down, causing your heart to spike in rhythm. The questions flooded your brain once more like they often did when it involved your significant other's actions. Sukuna took a set of his arms, placing one on each twin's back before meeting their eye level.
"Did I ever indulge either of you with the story of how I found out about your mother's conceiving of the both of you?" Sukuna asked, an arched brow with a devious smile as he switched eye contact from one twin to the other.
"No," your son replied honestly, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
With that short answer, Sukuna looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes before redirecting his focus on his kids once more.
"I knew that your mother would one day bear the fruit of her fertility, but there was one particular evening where I could sense an odd presence. I immediately called upon your mother, and when I was met with her physique, I could tell she was with child. It would have been unnoticeable, but my perception is unlike the average man. Looking at your mother, I could see her stomach was softer and slightly rounder, her ankles somewhat swollen, and her breasts enlarged."
You held back the bile rising in your throat as your husband explained his side of the story you knew all too well, remembering the exact events that led up to that day. His vulgar description of the event sickened you to the core.
"Your mother was unaware of her condition, but I was. The moment I felt her stomach, I could feel the presence of not one but two essences in her womb. I remember the look on her face when I told herâ pure shock."
Sukuna's words offended you because pure shock was an understatement. You were undeniably mortified that day, but you would never admit that to your children. For their happiness's sake, you were willing to push the bitter memories of your pregnancy aside. They did not need to know your previous disdain for themâ you had not even met them yet. What they did not know could not hurt them.
"How could you sense both of our essences?" Your daughter questioned, tilting her head as Sukuna focused his attention on her.
"Always the curious one, aren't you?" Sukuna noted, a teasing grin forming on his face.
"Mama says it is always best to stay curious because you will never learn anything new if you are too stubborn or scared to keep asking questions."
"Did she now?" Sukuna's grin grew wider as he drew his attention back to you, "And what do you believe that is a lesson of?"
"Fearlessness?" your daughter answered hesitantly.
"Close, but not quite," Sukuna started, "She is teaching you confidence."
"Is that not the same thing, Father?" your daughter questioned again.
"Not exactly, my child," The curse-user paused, looking at you for a fleeting moment before continuing, "being fearless is alright in certain circumstancesâ something as frivolous as a mouse is something to lack fear of, but there are certain things you should fear. Fear, my child, is what keeps you alive; however, it can be crippling at times. It is the confidence to overcome those fears that lets you survive."
"Why have you come here, Sukuna?" you suddenly asked, becoming tired and uncomfortable with his lingering presence. You knew that the man had not come for idle conversation and to share invasive stories nor explain your teachings.
Had your twins been any older, they would have caught onto your passive aggression as you addressed their father, staring at him blankly as he drew his attention to you. You were aware of the line you were crossing, aware of the hostility you were presenting in the presence of your children, despite the obliviousness of it, but with high tension in the temple and his sudden visit, you felt you had every right to feel uneased. Sukuna's gaze turned from teasing mischief into a grave look.
"Well, Y/n, I wish not to sully our bonding with grave matters," the man spoke, returning your passive-aggressive tone, "we'll speak of it later."
"So why did you come, father?" Your boy asked, looking up at the tall man.
"Must I have a reason to visit my kin?" Sukuna teased.
"Well, we do not see you much outside of lessons," your daughter jumped in with her own comment.
"Observant as well, huh?" Sukuna huffed, pausing for a moment before speaking up once more, "I was wondering if you both would accompany me on a hunt?"
That question caused their little orbs to light up, their little heads turning to you, silently begging for your approval. Looking at their pleading eyes, you could not say no, giving a nod of approval. If they were cheerful before, they were exhilarated now. These kids were to be the death of you if a simple pair of puppy dog eyes could make you cave like this, and you were okay with that.
"Can Mama come too?
Your blood ran cold at the mention of your name. There was no particular reason to be troubled, but at this point, it was a habit for these tense feelings to rise whenever your name was mentioned. So, as you look at your supposed significant other, you could feel yourself about to explain how you had other activities to attend to.
"I do not see why not."
Now, that was unexpected.
The words you were going to speak paused in your throat, swallowing them down when your little boy and girl rushed up to you after hearing Sukuna's approval, hugging you as they tugged on your hands to stand. What was he playing at? Despite the inquiry of his intentions, you had to push it aside as you saw the thrilled look on your children's facesâthey most likely wanted to show off what they had learned while spending time with their father. They always returned with smiles of pride after spending time with their dad. You would give up your life to see them smile at you like that for as long as you lived, so you followed them as they walked beside Sukuna despite your own apprehension.
Time slowly passed as you trekked quietly through the nearby woods, watching Sukuna's movement as he led the three of you through the brush, pausing when something caught his eye. It took only a moment for a bow to appear in his hand, but when you had expected him to use it, he motioned over to your son, giving the child the weapon. Every motherly instinct told you to confiscate the bow, but quickly reminded yourself of your pact both in regards that Sukuna was bound to protect your children from harm and that you had accepted he could use any training methods he deemed necessaryâ this being one of them.
Sukuna was crouched the lowest he could get, arms hovering over your boy's form, guiding his son while speaking in a low voice as the two focused on the prey ahead. Looking into the small clearing, you could see a few grazing rabbits, clueless and defenseless to the threat before them, nibbling on the dewy grass. The bow's snap and the sight of an impaled rabbit caused you to return from your light daze, turning over to see your son smiling in excitement.
"Did you see that, Mama? I did it!" the boy beamed, maintaining a hushed voice.
You gave your son a warm smile, nodding in reassurance before watching your son switch places with your daughter. The rabbits that previously remained in the clearing had run off, but one straggler emerged from bushes, unaware of what had occurred, clueless about its impaled companion. In a mere few moments, the creature suffered the same fate as the previous one, bringing joy to your little girl. She turned to you with the same smile as her brother'sâ it frightened you.
You had no doubt that you loved your children for who they were. You loved their innocence, passion, and joyful nature, but a realization had dawned upon you in these momentsâ one that made your heart drop to your stomach.
"Mama, you try!" your daughter called out, grabbing your hand as she led you toward a better spot to shoot from, that spot closer to Sukuna.
Their reason for upbringing would be to take their father's place, to be his heir, and Sukuna was not giving that role to a charitable and naive son or daughter. Things seemed pleasant for now, and your children might keep their nature through adulthood, but one thing was for sure. Whether they stayed that way or not, they would feel justified in their actionsâ believe what they were doing was good because that is what their father was teaching them, and you were enabling it.
"Darling, I'm not sure that it would be wise for me-"
"I think it is a marvelous idea," Sukuna interrupted, standing from his crouched position and grabbing your waist.
You felt the man's hands slither up your body, messing with the material of your clothing before touching your flesh. Your skin burned unpleasantly as his hands settled, a faux attempt to adjust your form when you were capable; however, with your twins present, you would not dare cause a stir. Looking at the clearing, there was nothing seemingly there as all the critters that previously inhabited it ran off.
"There's nothing for me to target, so maybe we should end this," you suggested, trying to excuse yourself from this activity, keeping a low tone.
"If nothing is there, why do you whisper, Little Flower?" Sukuna responded in a hushed voice, feeling his smirk form as his face rested against your cheek.
Before you could respond, the sound of fluttering was heard. Without thought, you lifted the bow's angle, shooting the arrow into the airâ a thud sounded shortly after as whatever you had shot hit the ground. Looking down, you could see a bird skewered with an arrow, blood pooling from its limp body and staining the grass surrounding it.
"Mama, you did it!" the twins exclaimed, thrilled you had participated.
Their sounds of excitement were drowned out by the ringing of your ears as your gaze lingered on the deceased animal. What had you done? Yes, you had viewed death without so much as a flinch, but you were not the one with blood on your hands. You were unaware you could perform such an actionâ you had never held a weapon before, only a mere kitchen knife.
It disturbed you.
How did you kill the helpless creature so instinctively? So effortlessly? The worst part is...
It felt good.
The ringing eventually subsided as the bow settled to your side, turning your head toward the two-faced man you called 'husband' and handed it to him. Thankfully, Sukuna took the item with no smug remark or wicked grin, giving you one of his infamous blank looks before moving his gaze toward the kids, motioning for them in the direction of the temple, settling one of his hands at the small of your back as you all started the walk back.
Making the hike back, you settled on your earlier realization regarding your children. You would love them until the end of time, and you had no doubt about that; whether they were inherently good or badâ you would love them. But now, as you continue to think, all you can think about is the future. Where would you and your twins be standing in the years to come? What kind of life would you three indulge in if you were all to live? How many bodies would have to pile under your feet before you were guaranteed genuine safety for you and them?
For the years under the same roof as Sukuna, you had been focusing on your mother's words, the promise you had made to her.
"I promise I will surviveâ longer than anyone."
Your life had been summed up by that promise. So far, you have kept faithful to it because you have been surviving. From your wedding day to your pregnancy, to the many inspections you attended, all up until now, as you approached the temple, you have been surviving. You played all the right cards to get you here and made all the right sacrifices to keep your children aliveâ what more could you ask for? You were alive and breathing along with your children, and that is all that truly mattered, right?
No.
You may have been playing this game of survival and have been successful thus far, but there was one thing you had failed to do...
Live, you had failed to truly live.
You have played your part in your husband's sick game. You married him, gave him your purity, gave him children, and now you were done. You were more than aware of the pact you had made with your husband, but almost every contract had a loophole whether it could be seen or not.
"We are relocating."
Your heart rate accelerated as Sukuna bent down to whisper those words into your ear, the words taking a moment to register. Was it out of fear? Anger? Possibly both? No. It was excitement. You had given your word that you would never leave the temple unless it was under Sukuna's supervision and say so. Unless he accompanied you outside those gates, you would remain here; however, you had never given your word to stay by his side.
You had given your word to stay at the temple.
The curse-user had just given your confirmation of freedom without being aware he was doing so.
"May I ask why?" you dug, trying to keep your composure to not seem suspicious, as if he could tell what you were thinking if you had shown the slightest emotion.
"I have simply grown bored of this place, plus I have got what I needed from these people, and they all stand right here before me," Sukuna explained, the last part of his statement being clear that he was referring to you and the twins.
"Where would that leave my village?"
Now, that was a genuine question. You were not as concerned for your village but rather your family instead. The four-armed beast of a man was not known for leaving a town so quietlyâ you had heard plenty of notorious stories from survivors to prove that.
"What of it?"
"Will it remain in one piece, or will it be returned to the dirt?"
"That entirely depends on them, Little Flower."
The answer was vagueâ it was neither a confirmation nor a denial, but you could understand the meaning behind his words. For the sake of your family, you hoped that the village elders would not perform anything stupid. You hoped they could shove their egos aside and let Sukuna leave the town with what minimal disturbance he was willing to make. Everything you have worked so hard to achieve would be ruined without their cooperation.
Approaching the temple, you could not help but feel the delight swell in your chest. After years of this torment, this unjustified punishment, you are finally going to be free. You have survived, and now you will live. The journey has been difficult, but now you will achieve the tranquility and normalcy you deserve. Your children will have the chance to live a standard and carefree life, unlike the competitive and tiring one they would achieve with their father.
It was finally over.
Arriving at the temple did not feel as bitter this time, watching your children running to your attendant as she greeted you all, giving a respectful bow before taking off with the children, most likely heading off to eat. It was quiet as you stood in the garden; everyone else had gone to fill their appetiteâ it was just you and Sukuna.
"What has you smiling so brightly, Little Flower."
You had not noticed it, but you had plastered a broad, foolish grin onto your face. Usually, your partner catching this would have brought you anxiety as you thought of the right words, but you did not feel that wayâ quite the opposite. You were proud that he had noticed, allowing your smile to grow wider.
"I feel like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders, and I cannot wait to leave this place."
"I am glad I could bring such relieving news and bring a smile to your face," Sukuna responded, smiling down at you before taking your chin between his fingers and bending down, "Once you put the children to sleep, come seek me out as we have much more to discuss."
You could only smile stupidly, nodding and allowing Sukuna to kiss you before heading to your children. You did not care what the two-faced monster had to share with you, but you would indulge him because this would be the last time you would ever have to.
You were free.
"Oh, hello, Y/n-sama! We were just finishing our meals. Should I fix you something as well?" your attendant offered, keeping a light-hearted tone.
The young woman had grown more confident with you over the years. The two of you had grown quite close after the birth of your childrenâ she was the only person you full-heartedly trusted with your kids. Maybe you would take her with you in your escape; she was far too good to serve ungrateful and bitter women.
"No, thank you, I am not that hungry; however, I have grown rather tired, meaning it is time for bed."
"Awwwwww," you twins whined in unison, looking at your attendant with puppy dog eyes, hoping she could convince you, only to receive a shake of her head.
The twins stood begrudgingly, approaching your awaiting stance, giving you the same desperate eyes. You gave your own silent response as you offered a warm smile and a quick shake of your head before having them follow you down the halls. In any other scenario, you would have in, but things were different now. Your children need to be well-rested for the upcoming events. You were going to give them the life they deserved.
Arriving at their sleep quarters, you slid the door open, allowing the twins in first before following. Before closing the door, you took a peek out into the hallway to make sure no one was approaching. Once you deduced nobody was coming, you slowly and quietly slid the door shut, quick to approach your kids' bedside.
"Mama, do we have to go to bed?" your daughter whined.
"Yeah, do we really have to?" your son followed.
You could not help but lightly chuckle at their resistance to sleep. Your heart filled with warmth as you remembered sharing a similar moment with your mother. There were many occasions they reminded you of yourself, and you could not wait to see more of those similarities manifest when you leave this temple. You could not wait to give them a regular and well-deserved life.
"Yes, you both have to rest. You two need to preserve your energy for the days to come."
That statement piqued their interest, their faces perking up with intrigue.
"What is to come, Mama?" the twins sounded in unison like they did so often in these moments. Sometimes, it was almost as if they shared the same mind.
"Well, soon enough, you will get to meet your grandparents," you whispered, "you cousins, aunts, and uncles, all from Mama's side of the family."
"Really?!" the two shouted, settling down when you gestured for them to lower their voices.
"Yes, but do not tell your father, it is..." you trailed, picking your words carefully, "a surprise visit just for the three of us, and I do not want him to feel left out."
There was no doubt that you despised Sukuna in every sense of the word, but you did not wish for your children to hate him. Believe it or not, you wanted your twins to paint a good picture of their father, and whether that picture remained clean was up to Sukuna himselfâ you would not tarnish his name for him.
"Okay, Mama, we promise we will not tell." your son spoke for the two of them, his sibling nodding in turn as she motioned to seal her lips.
You smiled, whispering a small thank you before kissing the top of their foreheads and letting them rest. You stood quietly, blowing out the candles illuminating the room before leaving. Once you stepped foot into the hallway, you were startled to see a guard, a familiar one at that, though he had clearly aged with time.
"Y/n-sama, I have been instructed to take you to your sleeping chambers," the male spoke before swiftly turning on his heel to lead you to your room.
The man's voice was cold and almost distant as he spoke to you, but his voice was familiar. You were acquainted with most of the staff within the temple, but you could not remember where you had met him in particular, though he seemed familiar and significant. Your face contorted as your mind pondered, trying to recognize his face in your personal timeline, but nothing came to mind.
"Your wedding night," the guard spoke suddenly, noticing your expression of thought, "I held and guarded the door during your wedding night."
You thought back to your wedding day, and it suddenly hit you. The guard was the same one Sukuna had forced to watch the consummation of your marriage. You quickly grew flustered at the memory, clearing your throat before speaking.
"I recall now," you responded, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Are you happy, Y/n-sama?" another unshakable tone as he questioned you.
Why was he asking this?
"Yes, I'm happy."
You did not know what this man was playing at, but you did not want to fall into any traps, so you gave the preferred answer when this question was presented to you on many occasions.
"Even though you have suffered all these years, bearing and raising his offspring?"
"Excuse me?" you grimaced at the guard's words.
"Nothing, I am sorry, I have overstepped my boundaries. I will leave you now," the man uttered, leaving you at the doorway to your sleeping quarters.
You narrowed your eyes, staring as the male's figure grew smaller in the distance. What did he gain from that interaction? No matterâ it was no longer your problem to deal with. Collecting yourself, you entered the room and immediately faced Sukuna.
"Come and close the door. We must speak of these urgent matters in private," Sukuna muttered as he blankly stared at the wall in front of him.
You did not question the man and slid the door closed, approaching him as he turned to you. Before you could speak, Sukuna placed a pair of hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes. His gaze held no emotion you could directly name, but you could sense an urgency in his tone as he spoke to you.
"We leave tonight. The others have been informed and are gathering their belongingsâ I advise you to do the same."
"What?! Now?! Sukuna, what is going on that you are not telling anyone?" you urged, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Now is no time to be questioning me, Y/n. Hurry, we are leaving shortly."
"No."
The word slipped out without thought. You did not care when you left because your plans would not change, but your partner was acting strangely, and you could not help but be curious as to why. The curiosity is what led you to stand there motionless as your husband stared you down.
"Stubborn as always, I see," the curse-user muttered, "Fine, you want to know, huh? We made a pact, and I'm upholding the bargain. You told me to protect those children, right? Well, for their interest, we are leaving, so be grateful."
You stood there silently, looking into Sukana's unwavering gaze.
"What is going on?" you repeated the question.
"Your village plans to lay siege, and we are leaving to not get caught in the firing radius."
That explained the tensity and whispers among the temple. That explained the extra protection. Everything now made sense and you could not help the feeling of something rising up your throat.
Laughter.
You laughed uncontrollably, trying to cover your mouth to muffle the outburst, but to no avail. Nothing about the situation was logically funny, but you could not control yourself.
"After years of torment, they only now decide to lay siege?" you cackled, "And the best part is that Ryomen Sukuna is fleeing with his tail between his legs."
You should have seen what was to come next when you made that last statement, feeling your hair being tugged to look up at the man you had insulted. Your laugh quickly subsided, swallowing the lump in your throat as you stared into his orbs. You had crossed a line this time, but for once, you were not scared of the intimidation; however, what had shocked you was Sukuna smashing his lips against yours.
"I am the most feared man in Japanâ I have no reason to be scared, at least for myself. I am doing this for us and our creation because I love you, Little Flower."
"You do not love me. You love what I can do for you, Sukuna."
"I see where our children have gotten their observance." Sukuna joked, "But you are not entirely wrong. However, that does not change the fact we are leaving right here and now so collec-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHH"
The deformed man paused mid-sentence at the high-pitched scream, storming out of the room to see the commotion. You wasted no time in following him, walking down the hall before being met with the stench of blood. Had one of the pregnant wives gone into labor? Was someone injured? Or was...
Before you could finish that last thought, you were met with the sight of a lifeless body surrounded by its own red fluid. It was disturbingly familiar, and that was because it was the body of the guard that had escorted you earlier. You were shocked at his mangled state, his face just barely beyond recognition, but before you could allow the shock to settle in, another sound of screams was heard in the opposite direction.
Without thought, you bolted in the direction the screams came from. You flew past those blank walls faster than you knew you were capable of before landing at the sight of another body surrounded by women. It was your attendant, her face frozen in fear, her body almost in the same state as the previous one. This death hit you harder than the earlier one as you covered your mouth, keeping the bile from rising up your throat.
Despite the grief and sickness you were feeling, you could only think of one thing, and that was your twins. You lingered for a second longer before running to your twin's bedroom. You had not noticed, but Sukuna trailed behind you closely as you sprinted through the temple. Your breath was running ragged, but you would be damned if you were to leave your twins behind in this gruesome mess.
You made it to the door, sliding it open and rushing in, your eyes scanning the room for your twins, but they were nowhere to be seen. Your heart hammered against her chest as you began to panic, turning to Sukuna to see that his face was once again blank as he looked into the room from the doorway. Why did he have that look on his face? It did not matterâ you had to search for your children. You turned to look back into the interior room, looking up from the bedrolls to be met with the wall, and heard the sound of a scream once again, your heart dropping.
You had found your twins hanging from the wall, a message written above them that was written in their own blood.
you lost a bet with kaminari and was forced to âconfessâ to the most annoying (and frustrating) student in u.a., monoma. unfortunately, you didnât expect monoma to actually have feelings for you which made the situation worse. you decided youâll date him to teach him a lesson. you promised yourself that youâll break up with him in one week. in that one week however, you didnât expect to want to keep pretending be his âgirlfriendâ for a little while longer.
pairing: neito monoma x gn!reader
genre: crack, smau, fluff, angst, âfakeâ dating
warnings: lack of self esteem, trust issues, leading on, swearing
status: completed!
note: this is my first time making a smau so there will probably be misspelling/ooc but I think thatâs the fun of it and for growth haha! Iâll try my best to post everyday if school isnât kicking my butt LMAO
Day 1: Bet
Day 2: Taking one for the team l. ll.
Day 3: Baking l. ll. lll.
Day 4: Study Date l. ll.
Day 5: /POS
Day 6: Guilt
Day 7: Goodbye l. ll.
Day 8: I miss you
Day 9: Weâll be okay
Day 10: Neito + the others
a/n: depending on how long i want the story to go, there might be more days!
đđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ [DILUC RAGNVINDR X FEM! READER]
MINORS do NOT interact.
Warning(s): DEPRESSION, alcohol use, unrequited love, mental breakdown, diluc being mean, spoiled girl reader, rich people being assholes, possibility of EMOTIONAL CHEATING, (more to be added as the story progresses).
For each chapter of the work that I will post, I will not add any warnings except trigger warnings. So if you are not old enough, THIS IS A FINAL WARNING NOT TO CONTINUE READING MY STORIES.
As the youngest daughter of your family, your rich dad engaged you in an arranged marriage with the only son of another conglomerate family, Diluc Ragnvindr. A dream come true for you to marry your first love, however, it's different for Diluc who only sees you as a spoiled and extravagant rich girl. He has a dream girl of his own, Jean Gunnhildr, a city street florist. Can you win his heart? Or will you end this marriage yourself?
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denki kaminari: yelling because the cornerstore down the street became a circle k so now they don't sell the now and laters he likes, putting bang energy in icees for an extra oomph, skating down empty streets bc the nearest skatepark is in the city, screeching the lyrics of freaks, by surf curse and crying about getting older and eventually leaving you.
eijirou kirishima: using disposable cameras, getting lost on hiking trails because y'all took the older one without clear signs, going to whataburger after football games, slow dancing to swing lynn, by harmless in the kitchen, coming to pick you up before sunrise in his buggy, going to an ihop off the interstate at 1 am.
hitoshi shinso: going to the state fair but only at night, driving three hours out of town on a school night for fun, going down south for the weekend, whispering the lyrics to jealous, by eyedress while people watching with him, baggy clothing and hoodies at all times, friend roadtrips where only you and him are awake.
bakugou katsuki: riding in his beat up landcruiser down to a family friend's ranch, listening to kids, by current joys while talking about going to college on the east coast and never coming home, driving just for the sake of driving, going to the 6 dollar roller rink across town on the weekends.
izuku midoriya: looking at his mom's stuff from the 80's, driving to goodwill to give clothes but to also thrift, going to dollar general just because, thinking about local colleges to go to, holding hands while walking to the 7-11 singing young, by vacations, sitting at the local elementary school black top at 3 am.
hanta sero: the 6 dollar drive in movies, eating ungodly amounts of funnel cake, trips to walmart or target for fun, sitting on your friends roof and watching the cows, looking at the stars to new flesh, by current joys, and backwoods bonfires on some rando's acreage property.
shouto todoroki: teaching him line dances, golfcart trips to other rich kid's houses, wishing we lived in the real city and not the suburbs, going to city people parties, taking pics on someone's vintage corvette in the parking lot, humming to blondie, by current joys while making flower crowns out of weeds to put on him.
armin is hopelessly in love with you. but heâs willing to stay silent for your sake. (sfw)
pairing(s); armin arlert x reader, mentioned eren yeager x reader, endgame mikasa ackermann x eren yeager
word count; 1.4k
warning(s); angst, unrequited feelings
note(s); a drabble. that i may or may not expand on depending on my mind.
you shouldnât have been surprised.
itâs the perfect storyâchildhood friends who have stayed together through their ups and downs, good times and bad times. the close bond was sacred to the two of them, the love that had been blossoming since they were eight years old had finally come to season. with smiles painted on their faces despite the fact the expression was uncommon for the both of them, their fingers are interlocked as they walk into the crowd of people. joy radiates from the happy couple and when their lips meet, itâs almost like theyâre the only ones in the world right now.
so why does your stomach twist and turn? why does a lump in your throat form at the sight of true love?
and while these feelings had only developed for a year, itâs still a long time to you. and itâs selfish to think that you could have had him, especially when their tension was so obvious and so transparent, but it was still worth a try. but even if you did stay, you would have just been a mere placeholder.
and while these feelings had only developed for a year, itâs still a long time to you. and itâs selfish to think that you could have had him, especially when their tension was so obvious and so transparent, but it was still worth a try. but even if you did stay, you would have just been a mere placeholder.
he was unattainable and thereâs nothing wrong with that.
but god, you feel like absolute shit.
you should try your luck with jean or something. maybe reiner.
the shittiest thing about practically being in love with eren fucking yeager was that he somehow couldnât comprehend how strong those feelings were. maybe it was because he only had his eyes on one person, maybe itâs because you didnât show it so obviously, but wouldnât it have been at least considerate to acknowledge that your feelings were more than just a small crush? if that was the case, you wouldnât have told him anyways.
but here you areâwatching his hands grip her waist, lights fading from purple into red, sweaty bodies swaying in the crowd. her hair sticks to her forehead and his smile is wide. you told yourself you would be fine, but seeing it right in front of you so soon made you sick to your stomach. thereâs a sparkle on his eyes, one he never had when he looked at you and his happiness is genuineâyou could tell after months of observing those little things about him.
âyou wanna come get a drink with me?â
the blonde haired boy taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts and you blink at him. âsorry?â
âi asked if you wanted to get a drink with me.â
âsure. why not?â
you follow armin out of the living room and into the kitchen, watching him mix soju with what you think is sprite. he knew you needed something sweet, itâs part of the reason you trusted him so easily. he always knew what you needed
âfeeling better?â
âi think itâs gonna take a little more time than that, min.â
he nods, watching you intently as you takes small sips from the red solo cup. âdo you want to leave?â
âyou donât have to coddle me,â you sigh, taking another look at the boy, âi can handle it on my own.â
âjust making sure.â
armin was probably the first person to notice that you were falling for eren. the stolen glances, he had said, that longing look in your eyes. it was just too obvious for it to not be love.
youâre not sure if armin was just good at reading people or if he was just good at reading you, but he wasnât wrong. his hunch was right, he had the timing nearly correct, but he neither discouraged nor encouraged your attraction. however, he did support your confession. itâs like ripping a band aid, he had told you.
and in a way, he was right.
maybe it would be easier to forget erenâto detach the romanticized image you had of him. because in the end, mikasa isnât a bad person. in fact, sheâs perfect for him. sheâs seen him in his raw form and in his ugliest moments. while you would have been willing to stick with him through his worst, itâs something sheâs already done multiple times and youâre sure heâs reciprocated that support to her. would he have done the same for you? yes.
but he would have done it as a friend. thatâs the clear difference and you knew you had to accept it.
but you also wanted to whine and cry like a baby. a part of you wanted to fuck someone else just to see if he would care. a part of you wanted to tell him he was missing out on what you could offer. a part of you still wanted himself for yourself, wrapped around your finger. because after all, your buried desires are childish and you know it.
âi feel like shit, âmin.â
âi know.â
âiâm really sorry for being snappy. my mindâs just all over the place right now.â
âitâs okay. i just want to make sure you feel alright. and even if you donât, iâd help you.â
âi know you would,â you lean into his chest, âi know you would because youâre always thereâs for me and i love you for it.â
armin thanks the universe for the fact you canât see how red heâs turned. he lays his chin on top of your head, rubbing your back while you bury your face into his sweater. itâs blue, easily stained, but he doesnât tell you that. instead, he lets you silently cry into his chest, holding you until he suggests that itâs time to bring you home.
when you get to the front of your door, signaling him to follow, you look back at him with a smile on your face, waving goodbye. he mutters an âi love youâ to himself. because while armin can analyze situations of all kinds and solve them, itâs you that gets him. itâs you that erases every logical thought in his brain. when heâs around you, he canât think but he feels. you fill up his senses.
âdo you think iâll ever find someone?â
âthatâs a stupid question.â
âoh.â
you frown, looking straight towards the tv as you two sit down on the couch instead of glancing at him like you usually would. armin notices this, his own words processing through his brain and he internally cringes at himself. thatâs when he scoots closer to you, looking at the other side of the couch while you silently refuse to meet his eyes. âi mean itâs stupid. i donât know why youâd think you wouldnât find someone, you know?â
âare you sure?â
he rubs your back as you look down at your feet, tears forming as that night replays over and over again in your head. armin doesnât force you to look at him at all, only continues offering comfort as he always does. you donât know how or why he sticks around, even when youâre feeling pathetic over such a trivial situation, but youâre thankful heâs there in the first place. he stares at your with wide blue eyes as a few tears slip, wiping them away with his thumb.
âi wish you could see yourself the way i see you.â
âthank you. Itâs just hard,â you hiccup, leaning into him, âi felt so alive when i was with him. even when i was a mess around him, heâd just let me lean into his shoulder. heâd just talk and talk and talk and iâd keep listening forever. and sometimes, iâd just want to hear his voice because it was that easy for him to comfort me. and still, iâd do anything for him. anything.â
you look back at his eyes, noticing how gleamy they are. a flurry of emotions that you canât quite read, but armin doesnât say or do anything about it. he only holds you, takes a deep breath as you silently sob into his shirt. âi donât know whatâs wrong with me. i donât know why i canât stop feeling like this.â
‷ summary: Youâre a hero journalist known for tearing apart heroes that arenât exactly heroic, and Bakugou demands that you to know he isnât that bad.
pairing: bakugou katsuki/ reader
word count: 7.7k+
warnings: fluff, angst, bakugou-typical swearing
a/n: so i realized that in my seven months of having this blog i havenât written a full length fic for bakugou⊠sorry about that đ. this was written in between the very few breaks i have, but iâm actually pretty proud of this one. bakugouâs a character i have a love-hate relationship with because of his past, and i wanted to showcase my thoughts on him. happy valentineâs day! â€ïž
You took your job very seriously.
Journalism was something you knew you were going to do the moment you learned its definition. The fact that you could help people see the world through a brighter lens with just your writing has always fascinated you. You were also obsessed with the thing that was going through everyoneâs mind: superheroes. Government-licensed crime fighters of justice, even the thought of it was enchanting. Thatâs why you became a hero journalist, and you loved it.
However, unlike your colleagues, you were sick and tired of kissing heroes on the ass all the goddamn time.
You learned from a very young age that being a hero didnât always mean that you were good. Some of them only wanted the fame, the glory, the money, and it wasnât uncommon for some high-profile heroes to abuse their powers and get away with it. It sickened you, especially when the number one hero became freaking Endeavor of all people.
So, you voiced those opinions. Through your medium, of course.
At first, you did it through editorial boards. You had a job at one of the best online newspapers in all of Japan, and you wouldnât trade it for the world. Your insightful articles have made you valuable pretty quickly, and praised by almost everyone, but you were still too shy to ever have a strong opinion to share with the world. Over time, you began to feel more and more confident, and eventually publishing an opinion article under your own name.
As much criticism you get from your writing, the positives outweigh the negatives. You were the first journalist who really had the balls to hammer into the hero system, criticizing what you believe is right and wrong with it. Although you have gotten some pretty hateful mail claiming you promote anarchism, you have gotten a lot of letters describing how your work helped change the lives of people who have been fucked over by heroes.
You even got a flurry of awards for the piece you did exposing the hidden abuse of Endeavorâs wife and his children, including Todoroki Shouto. Youâre only twenty.
Your work is your pride and joy, writing that youâve worked so hard to perfect and share to the world. You wouldnât do anything to diminish its credibility.
Which is why youâre in somewhat of a predicament.
âYou want me to write a piece praising you?â you scoffed, crossing your arms. Youâre almost as hot as the coffee sitting on your desk. âSeriously, I think you walked into the wrong office.â
âYouâre giving my manager a fucking headache!â pro-hero Ground Zero hissed, making you raise an eyebrow. âIf youâre going to write about me, at least make it right.â
Ground Zero, the pro-hero that the media had a love-hate relationship with. You had done some research on him before. Born from famous fashion designers, gifted at the age of four with a powerful quirk, popular among his peers, still handsome even in his awkward years. He went to U.A., where it seemed like all top heroes were made, and graduated with flying colors. He climbed through the hero ranks with ease, even surpassing the number-one hero Deku at some point, and he did this all before he entered his twenties.
His life was handed to him on a silver spoon.
âDonât blame me for your actions. Iâm simply reporting them,â you took a sip of your coffee. This guy canât even be professional. âThereâs no motivation in me right now to create a story filled with lies.â
His real name was Bakugou Katsuki. He wasnât just Ground Zero. He was a childhood bully, he was arrogant, he was unempathetic.
He was everything you hated about the hero system.
Although you and Monoma clashed at night, you found solace through each otherâs arms in the mornings.
pairing â¶ monoma neito/ gn! reader
word count â¶ 6.2k+ words
warnings â¶ pro heroes, talks about suggestive stuff, domestic fluff, angst, monoma being an asshole for a min, oh my god they were quarantined
a/n â¶ this is a collab for sofâs discord server crackhead sanctuary!! yes that is the real name!! it was supposed to be just fluffy quarantine shenanigans but i said fuck it letâs make this super long and add sad vibes. also s/o to the very, very few people who write monoma crumbs i see u
â¶ playlist; les matins by angĂšle, sunshine by kyle, 12:34 by billy lemos, cariños by the marĂas, yours by alina baraz
Youâre in the middle of packing when you hear it.
âThis means no traveling, no gatherings of more than six, and by any means, no leaving the house unless absolutely essential,â the newscaster reported on the television screen, a newscaster who interviewed you plenty of times.
Pausing, you take a look at the space around you. A modernist styled apartment in the middle of the city, certainly not your city and most definitely not your apartment. âIâm stuck here?â
Now, you wouldnât be opposed to staying in such a lovely apartment for a few weeks, but the problem was that this wasnât just anyoneâs condo.
It was Monomaâs.
Truthfully, you and Monoma hated each other since the moment you met in high school. Youâre hardly one for confrontation, opting to get through your time at U.A. as efficiently and simply as you possibly could for a hero student, but there was something about the pretentious way he spoke that burned bitter inside you. Apparently he felt the same way, because when he went on his rants targeting the class of 1-A, you always seemed to be the main character.
But something changed.
Something changed, and you canât quite place your finger on it, but it did. Maybe it was all the times you got drunk together by your third-year and he was surprisingly pleasant to talk to. Maybe it was the way he gushed about his own classmates, because his hate of 1-A stems from his love for 1-B. Maybe it was the many, many instances he risked his own life to save yours, rendering you speechless at times.
Graduating, getting jobs, moving from Musutafu, you found that you didnât hate each other completely. You worked together sometimes, made small talk at charities, and even had each otherâs numbers. He even offered to let you stay at his apartment when you took up a mission in the city he lived in.
It by no means meant that you were particularly close. Years of resentment couldnât be mended by happy birthday texts.
synopsis. Where the class of 3-A go on a beach trip before graduation, and secrets are revealed when you happen upon a sleepy blonde that you decide will be the perfect person to burden with youâre late night reminiscing. If he doesnât blow you up first that is.Â
pairing. bakugou x reader
word count. 2.6k wordsÂ
genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly, intense first kisses, their hormonal teenagers your honor, angst if you wear glasses
notes. Reposting this because it was literally my first fic I was proud of on this site like a year ago, and cuz I just hit 100 followers over the span of like three days because of a sad fic. Y'all really like angst damn. The kiss scene in this fic makes me remember why I love him every time i re-read it.
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The cold sea breeze gently grazed your skin as you stepped out of the old, cheap beach hotel that class 3-A had been staying in for the last week,â as a spur of the moment decision to get together for âone last high school road tripâ, as theyâve labeled it.Â
Not that graduating high school would make that big of an impact on your friendships, most of you were already planning on applying for a renowned hero-based college that hero course students from Yuuei have been known to attend.
It was a big step though, so you supposed this little trip wasnât a bad idea.Â
Sand littered the concrete porch as a result of hundreds of people dragging their feet inside from the beach, and you winced at the unpleasant feeling of the small grains biting into the soles of your feet as you gingerly made your way to the shore.Â
You made your way down the shoreline, slowly letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as you watched small waves roll in and pull back out into the seemingly endless watery expanse of the sea.
Even after a long day at the beach, you had given up on sleep, as the girls in the room next door were being horribly loud, and you had instead resorted to taking a night stroll by yourself with the hopes that those noisy fiends would be asleep by the time you got back. Â
With your hands locked behind your back and hair ruffled by the wind, you wandered your way to the wall you had seen earlier in the day and scouted as a nice place to perch on and watch the tide roll in.
Multiple poorly made sandcastles and waterways were scattered around the otherwise untouched ground, and you were careful not to destroy any of the fragile structures as you walked
As you neared the graffiti-covered structure that you could barely make out in the darkness, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette of messy spiked hair settled on top. Pausing for just a moment when you realized who it was, you almost decided to turn back and take your chances with the girls.Â
ââBakugou?â you asked uncertainly.Â
He looked down, crimson eyes looked stunning with the moonlight reflecting in them, but narrowed at your silent approach.Â
âY/N.â he started, sounding annoyed, âWhat do you want.âÂ
As if you had come to disturb his peace on purpose.Â
You bristled at his tone. Oh boy. ââ Uh, the girls were being loud and I couldnât really sleep- so I thought Iâd come sit here for a while.â you tried to explain through your exhausted state, waving your arms vaguely towards the wall.Â
He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed.Â
It wasnât that you and Bakugou hated each other necessarily, you just frequently clashed in often pointless yelling matches, and had gone head to head, nearly killing each other during training many times,â but to be fair, â so did just about everybody else who knew the aggressive male.
Still, after three years of knowing the guy, you had formed some sort of strange friendship after facing countless villains and near-death situations together. Not to mention being dragged into the dumb shenanigans of your mindless classmates that you knew you had both grown equally fond of.Â
But he was there first so you decided that he technically had rights to have the place to himselfÂ
âWell then,â since you were here first, Iâll just keep walking. Later Bakugou.â You turned around to quickly make your leave.
ââ Oi, wait-âÂ
You stopped and swiveled back around to see him wearing a conflicted expression, like he would much rather throw himself into the ocean than say what he wanted to.
âTch, You can stay.â
Eh??
âWhat?â You asked incredulously, sure that you must have misheard.Â
"What?" He mocked, mimicking your voice.
Rolling his eyes, he looked away.Â
âI said, you can stay dumbass â you wonât find a better fucking place here than this.â
He spat each word out slowly like you were some annoying child, too dull to understand what he was saying.Â
You blinked dumbly at him.Â
âOr you can just leave and try to sleep with your annoying friends, I donât care.â he chided.Â
Not willing to give up this sudden act of uncharacteristic generosity, you moved back towards the wall and pulled yourself up to the top of the old stone structure, moving to where he was seated and being careful not to place your feet too close to any of the weather worn sides where you could easily slip off.Â
You sat down and swung your legs over the ledge, leaving about a hands length of distance in between the two of you.Â
You both sat in silence for some time, breathing in the salty moist sea air, watching the waves try to crawl away from the dark stretch of deep blue water and be pulled helplessly back in a mesmerizing rhythm.
Occasionally you would sneak fleeting glances at the boy beside you, with his ruffled bed hair and sleepy eyes, you might have almost labeled him as cuteâ were it not for the seemingly permanent scowl set on his face.Â
You settled your gaze on the water and thought back to how far youâve all come in the last three years, â as heroâs, as people. How the temper Bakugou had always held, had gotten slightly better, or maybe he was just soft for his classmates now. You had all grown so much, it was hard to believe your time at Yuuei was almost over.Â
âOi, What are you thinking about so hard.âÂ
You turned your head towards the blonde who was watching your silent reminiscing.Â
âYou got that stupid look on your face when youâre thinking about something too much,â keep doing that and your brain is going to fry like that dunce face, idiot.âÂ
Ignoring his petty jab, you looked down at your feet and shrugged, âItâs pretty weird that high schoolâs almost over huh? Weâre gonna be adults pretty soon.â
He clicked his tongue at you, âDonât pull this shit on me y/n, I didnât let you bother me just so you get all sappy over something lame.â
You looked away and sighed in exasperation, âIâm not gonna get sappy asshole, but justâ ah, I donât know, do you regret anything?âÂ
âRegret?â no, I came to Yuuei to become the best hero ever, and thatâs exactly what I did, why would I regret anything? Donât ask stupid questions you dolt.â
You looked at him pointedly, does he ever run out of insults?
âOk, fair enough, you did what you came here to do, but being a part of the hero course, we didnât have the uniform high school experience most kids do.â
You thought of the times when hero training had left you and the other students completely exhausted and mentally drained, to the point where you couldnât do much other than sleep after class.Â
âIs there anything you regret missing out on?âÂ
He fixed you with an impatient look, âWhat is that even supposed to mean.â
You hesitated, âLike, I wish I had tried to get along with everyone better from the beginning, instead of being so closed off. Or I always thought relationships and stuff were stupid, that weâre too young to be thinking of that shit, but Mina and Denki go off about how great it is all the timeâ and I wonder what it could have been like sometimes.âÂ
You were just saying whatever came to you now, the tiredness clouding your minding completely obliterating any filter of shame you might have had.Â
âIâve never kissed anyone before yunno.â
 You kept your eyes trained on the water ahead. âItâs probably a stupid thing to regret but, whatever.âÂ
âHm,â loser.âÂ
You grumbled and looked at him through the corner of your eye, annoyed to see him smirking, â but his gaze held some other feeling you couldnât quite place.âÂ
You sighed and turned to him, âOk, â so Iâve spilled my deepest desires to you, now itâs your turn, blasty.âÂ
He rolled his eyes at you like the big extra asshole he is and scowled, holding his hand up menacingly.Â
âI regret not blowing youâre ass up to the moon the first chance I got, dipshit.â
You frown at him and raise an eyebrow unamused.Â
Bakugou huffs and rests his hands behind him and looks up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, un-obscured by the lights of the big city. You wait for him to continue.Â
âI guess, instead of looking down on everyone around me at first, If I could have accepted their strengths and learned from them, I would have improved even faster and been first from the very beginning. Not that it matters now,â âm always gonna be the best.âÂ
You smile softly to yourself at that, Bakugou may be a little rough around the edges but he was always giving it his all, and his personality had certainly improved from where he was before.Â
âAw.â You shove him with your shoulder, âLook at you being all mature and accepting your faults.âÂ
He snaps his head towards you, âWhaâ shut up! Their not faults! I donât have faults!â
A burst of laughter escaped your mouth and he turned away pouting, you suppressed an eye roll.Â
You grinned and settled into quiet silence again, this time it was a little more comfortable, but breaking the quiet, Bakugou muttered something else.
âWhat?â
âI said, Iâve never kissed anyone before either. Damn, get your ears checked y/n.â
You gawked at him. Heâs never kissed anyone before? And he had the audacity to make fun of you for it!
âBut, you called me a loser for never being kissed before! You hypocritical fucking asshole! What the hell!â
He clenched his jaw and blinked dismissively at you.Â
âYea, whateverâ so do you want to or not?âÂ
You stared at him in confusion, still slightly peeved at him. âWant to what?â you asked.Â
âHah?â He growled. âYouâre the one who fuckingâ fuck, do you wanna kiss or not dumbass!â
Kiss? Bakugou? What?
You gaped at him in disbelief, and your chest tightened around your now furiously beating heart.Â
You swallowed nervously and studied him, looking for any sign that he might be kidding, or you were imagining this.Â
One of his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his soft sleep pants and his posture seemed relaxed at first glance but looking closer, you could see that the hand resting behind him was clenched up into a fist, and his face held the slightest signs of a flush spreading across them.Â
You met his eyes and found yourself unable to look away. Bakugou had a way of intimidating people just by holding eye contact, an intimidating red that could make anyone cower uncomfortably, and like with everything else he does, â he wonât back down. As if who will look away first is some kind of challenge he needs to win.Â
But this time, his expression was borderline nervous, shy almost, the scowl never left his face though and his eyebrows creased further, but his voice came out more soft than his usual growl.
âYou donât have to if you donât wanna.â He grumbled. âI only suggested it cause you were talking about regrets and kissing anâyou shouldnât graduate regretting shit like a loserââÂ
ââOk.â You interrupted.Â
âHah? Ok?
The heat youâd been trying to stop from spreading across your face all this time, finally broke through as you shifted tensely.Â
âYeah, Câmon itâs fine, I want this.âÂ
His face reddened further and his eyes widened. âDonât say it like that idiot! It sounds dirty.âÂ
You stuttered and hit him on the shoulder before turning away and burying your face in your hands, âI- It did not! You just need to get your mind out of the gutter, shut up Bakugou!âÂ
âYou shut up!â
Ugh, hormonal teenagers!Â
You took a deep breath and tried to regain your bearings and looked up through your fingers to see that he was watching you closely.Â
He sighed and glared at you.Â
ây/n, I canât kiss you if youâre not looking at me.âÂ
You only peered at him with wider eyes.Â
How could he change moods so fast? You swore, this boy was going to give you whiplash.Â
Trying to control your breathing one more time, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hands from your face, looking up at him through youâre eyelashes. Â
You straightened your back and drew the leg closest to him up so it was in between the two of you, bringing you to face him completely.Â
Still not able to meet his eyes bored into his unfairly well-built chest, clad in a black night shirt, as if they held all the answers to the world.Â
You felt his hand brush the side of your arm and wrap his fingers around it, pulling you closer till you could feel his breath on your cheek.Â
You bit your lip and tilted your head up to look at him. You met his eyes, a deep red in the darkness, and hoped he couldnât hear your heart beating rapidly even over the wind and the waves.
His other hand came up to graze your face and hooked under your chin, bringing you ever closer to him. He followed your gaze as they fell on his lips and you licked your own unconsciously.Â
Slowly, you both closed the distance, lips meeting softly in the middle. You stayed still for a moment, and relaxed when he started moving against you, releasing a breath you didnât know you were holding.Â
Your mind blanked and seemed to go on autopilot after that. Hands moving from your sides to grip his shirt and bunch them into fists, pulling him even closer.Â
One of his hands snaked around your back, holding you in place while the other caressed your cheek and buried itself in your hair. Your lips molded against each other and you pushed against him a little harder.
For someone whoâs never kissed anyone before, he sure was good at it.Â
The hand in your hair pulled slightly and angled your head upwards and deepened the kiss, you gasped when his tongue slipped out to run over your bottom lip and pulled it in between his teeth.Â
Your heart fluttered wildly, too much contact all at once and with the kiss moving faster with every passing second, you could only hold on desperately to his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the haze threatening to engulf your mind.Â
Youâre mouths parted and danced recklessly into each other, his movements were controlling and powerful, biting at your lips every so often and running over them with his soft tongue in apology, and you tried to keep up on your side, responding with eager motions and little tugs of your teeth, the low groans he released when you tugged gently at his ash-blonde hair with the hand that had somehow found its way there, a sure sign that you were doing something right.Â
After what could have been minutes, or hours, only did your part for air. Whatever hesitation you had was gone and you both panted heavily, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes.Â
Somewhere in youâre intoxicated state, you realized that one of his handâs hand slipped under your shirt and was running soothing patterns on your back, and you sighed softly at the feeling.Â
He seemed to realize this and moved his hand away, hesitantly you both drew away from each other. You almost groaned out loud at the loss of feeling and warmth and took in a deep breath.
âWell.â You started, voice a little broken. âThat was â nice.âÂ
He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breathy laugh, you noticed the way his lips were swollen, and his cheeks a slightly red tinge and you couldnât help the sudden surge of smugness that spread over you, even though you guessed you were in no less of a disheveled state.Â
âYea,â nice.â he answered.Â
He then grinned slyly at you and youâre heart skipped a beat, you just werenât used to seeing him with such a boyish look you told yourself.Â
âSo then, no more regrets? You look like you enjoyed yourself.âÂ
You sighed deeply and rolled your eyes, sending him a playful glare.
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bakugou katsuki did not like it when his neck was touched.
you didnât know why, not really. you just knew he tended to avoid restricting materials around his neckâcollars, necklaces, ties. his hero suit (the winter version, anyways) guarded that area particularly well, and he often snapped at people whenever they tried to take measurements or make him model certain items for hero magazines. he never liked headlocks either, even when they were from his friends messing around with him, and always shut them down quickly.
you knew katsuki didnât want to tell you the reason whyâdidn't want to burden you with the clearly deep-seeded issues he'd been dealing with for who-knows-how-long. but you saw the signs, saw the way he reacted and evaded questions like the plague. he was running from something. his own vulnerability, maybe. you could only worry and guess and worry some more. you were just... curious, morbidly so, and this curiosity stemmed from the concern you had for him.
you ended up asking deku one day when the opportunity arose, knowing that he and katsuki had been friends for a long, long time.
"ah"âdeku grimaced at your question, one of his hands rubbing at the back of his neckâ"itâ it's personal. he went through a lot when we were younger." he gave you an apologetic look. and that was all he said on the matter.
deku's words made you drop your inquiring, guilt festering in your gut for essentially going behind katsuki's back to ask about something so... sensitive. but if katsuki wanted to tell you, then he would. you could be patient. and you trusted he could handle things on his own if they got too intense.
but then... the incident happened.
you got called in to deal with rescue and relief while a villain was running rampant somewhere in downtown musutafu. your agency wasn't too far from the devastation site, so you used your quirk to get there as fast as you could, arriving right after katsuki and chargebolt.
the villain looked to have some sort of dark, slippery tendril quirk. there were so many of them, oozing a dark substance as they whipped around and destroyed anything they landed on with brute force. cars got crushed under their grip, lampposts got ripped from the ground and tossed into the sides of buildings. the destruction made your stomach twist, left something bitter in your mouth.
katsuki and chargebolt were focused on trying to subdue the villain. the air prickled with the electricity in the area, made the hairs on your arms and neck stand up straight. the smoke and ash falling from the sky captured the bursts of fiery orange that erupted like an imploding star from sweaty palms.
you felt as though you were caught in the middle of a devastating storm, lightning and its accompanying thunder roaring around you. tumultuous.
you worked fast to get straggling pedestrians out of the way of the fight, ensuring that your coworkers wouldn't need to worry about that particular detail. teamwork, in situations like these, was essential, a sort of trust binding you all together. you trusted katsuki and chargebolt would take care of the villain just as they trusted you would take care of civilians.
you tugged innocents away before tendrils could crush them to the streets, tossed them to safety before debris from crumbling buildings could land on them. it was taxing work for you alone, but luckily for you, other heroes soon arrived on the scene as well.
you became so accustomed to hearing the shooting whistle of chargebolt's electricity, the thunderous detonations of katsuki's explosions, that when they suddenly stopped, your head snapped up.
and you were just able to let out a gasp as you watched a tendrilâthick, slimy, constrictiveâwrap around katsuki's neck before slamming him into a building next to you.
a repetitive drone, like static in your ears, was all you could hear as you immediately used your quirk to boost yourself up to the collapsing hole katsuki had been thrown through. the tendril that had captured him still extended from the hole like a taut ziplineâholding him down, you realized.
before you could use your quirk to cut it, slice through it, you heard a yellâraspy, bordering on frenziedâfollowed by an explosion that sent smoke and hot air shooting outside from within the building. the villain screeched as the single tendril squirmed and receded from the hole. it gave you the chance to land inside, eyes honing on katsuki who was before you on the dusty floor.
his hands gripped at his neck, clawing, scraping, at the viscous piece of tendril that was still latched onto his skin. tight, tight. he let out another yell and turned towards you standing with your body backlit by the ashy light from outside. ruby blood ran down his face from his head, his body covered in a layer of white from the building's concrete wall. his bloodstained lips were stretched out in a rabid snarl that showed off the watermelon pink of his gums.
but what caught your attention were his eyesâpupils tiny, tremblingâthe pools of carmine fogged over like hot breath on a cool window. yet they simmered with an indescribable rage that made you feel as though you were being boiled alive.
"get this shit," katsuki hoarsely screamed, voice cracking, shaking on barely suppressed panic, "offa me!"
you leapt towards him and used your hands to rip at the tendril wrapped around his neck. tugging, slicing, until he was free. he sucked in gasps of air like he had previously been drowning, and used his hands to explode the remains of the tendril until it was nothing but a smear of ash on the ground.
you hovered around him, throat and mouth feeling as though they had been lined with cotton. your hands flapped almost uselessly in front of you as katsuki pulled himself to his feet, one heavy booted foot slamming into the ground after another. he refused to look at you, his hair casting his roughed up face in a deep shadow.
"katsâ" you started worriedly, but he cut you off with a growl.
"no," he spat harshly. and you could only watch as he took two powerful steps towards the hole before he launched himself through it with a roar. the explosion that followed him shook the very ground beneath your feet.
and once the villain had been dealt with, once all the civilians had been accounted for, you met katsuki in the quiet darkness of his office.
he didn't bother to turn on any of the lights, you noticed, as you slipped inside the room and gently closed the door behind you with a click. the moonlight that filtered through the ceiling-high windows to the left cast a milky look to the area that made it feel surrealâlike an angel had ghosted its pale hand across everything. you softened your steps as you silently approached katsuki, sitting at his desk with his face buried in the palm of one of his hands.
you rounded the desk so you could kneel by his side, your hands reaching out to swivel his black chair until he faced you. he gave no acknowledgement of the movement apart from the tensing of his jaw. you rested one of your hands on his thigh, slowly rubbing circles into it with the pad of your thumb.
"katsuki," you said in a quiet voice, too scared to make it any louder for fear of shattering something you couldn't see. "what's wrong?"
he didn't answer, though you saw the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. you gave him a small moment. then you shuffled closer, between his legs, and moved your hand from his thigh so you could reach up to his face and softly stroke his bandaged cheek.
his head moved away just slightly. your heart sank, but you were persistent and chased his motion so you could cup his face in the softness of your palm.
"katsuki," you whispered again, "baby. talk to me."
maybe it was your voice that got him to crack, maybe it was your words. but he eventually exhaled deeply and shifted. the hand that covered his eyes lowered to reveal bloodshot eyes that twitched and watered with all the emotions he was trying to suppress. his forearms braced against the meat of his thighs, his face hovering just above your own as you stared up at his scrunched eyes, his upturned eyebrows. his hair tickled at the top of your head.
you waited. patient. understanding.
"iâ" his voice cracked almost immediately and he paused to gather his bearings. he swallowed again and you used both of your hands to gently hold onto one of his hot ones. his fingers twitched. he cleared his throat, but his voice was still gravelly when he spoke. "i thought iâ i was past all the shit i"âhe bit the inside of his cheek then let out a shaky breath of air and scrunched his eyes shut even tighterâ"i fuckin'... i thought i was okay. butâ but m'not. and iâ i feel so fucking weakâ"
he cut himself off and made to turn his face away from you, but you reached up and caught his cheek before he could. you turned him back so he could look at you, really look at you, staring up at him as though he was the only thing that mattered. you gave him silent encouragement to continue, your thumb gently caressing his skin. he took in another deep breath, his chest expanding, then exhaled in a sigh that puffed around your face.
"i jus'"âhis voice strained when he spoke again, trembled like a glass of water filled to the brim and threatening to overflowâ"i want it t'be over. iâ i wannaâ be okay." words could not describe how your heart burst at his quiet admittance, scattering apart in a million, shredded pieces.
"and you will," you told him delicately, raising your face up so you could press his warm forehead to your own. he relaxed slightly into your hold and you held tightly onto him as you promised in a quiet voice, "you will."
âż» warnings: language, angst, mc isnât treated kindly, a mean oc, tae is a bit of a douche at the beginning, makeouts, mentions of alcohol, and (brief) mentions of torture (like srsly itâs a few words)
âż» word count: 28.7k
âż» a/n: hi :) itâs finally out <3 I slaved over this for over a month so Iâm so happy this is out. very self-indulgent, lots of comfort, mainly character-driven (not all that much plot) and also over-dramatic. please please lmk your thoughts, feedback would be very appreciated cause this took ages and Iâll cry :p
I listened to the truth untold by bts, neverending story by skz and butter while writing/editing this. You can find some ttu lyrics mingled into the storyâŠ
âY/N, come on! I know you donât like him, but Taehyung really isnât that bad,â Jimin insisted as you walked down the hallway, a scowl present on your lips. Your mood wasnât really great, to begin with and arguing with your brother would only serve to agitate you more. With a twitch of your eyes, you turned around to face him, âI know, Jimin. Heâs your friend and everything, but he sure as hell isnât mine-â your mother would have smacked you on the hand for hearing you talk like this, â-and I donât want to spend the rest of my life with some aloof idiot-â
When Jiminâs eyes widened, you knew something was wrong. Cold sweat ran down your spine as your fiery speech came to a halt. Your head slowly turned around, teeth nipping at your lower lip. Your blood ran cold.
Directly behind you stood Taehyung, clad in his fancy tailored dress suit with a hand on the hip. Although his expression never faltered, you could tell he was hurt, angry even, or at least you thought that with how his eyes were piercing yours, the gazing intensity made your head spin.