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Hi, just wanted to send this in! Headcanons for two characters of your choosing plus Chrollo about their reactions after their s/o’s death? Maybe like the grieving process. Bonus points if their death was caused in/directly by them 😈
angst angst angst
Hi, thank you for the ask! Ooh this is quite sad, I think I have two others that might be interesting to write for here
Chrollo, Feitan, Kurapika reactions to their s/o's death (inadvertently caused by them)
Chrollo
He had pushed you too far this time, telling you to go on the mission by yourself since you kept insisting you could do it. How foolish of him to let you go without thinking a certain chain user might be in the way. You hadn't returned after many hours. The mission shouldn't have taken that long, and the rest of the troupe was also agitated
The search started as soon as the sun began to rise. The troupe members scattered throughout the city to see if you were accidentally sleeping somewhere and forgot to come back. However, Chrollo stumbled upon your lifeless body in a rubbish dump. How fitting, you were from Meteor City, a junkyard.
"Y/n, are you sleeping?" He laughed, but as he kept calling out, you weren't responding. Touching your face, he felt his heart stop. You were cold. "Y/n," he breathed out. The sun's rays caress your face as if you were reached by the heavens. But this moment was nothing peaceful inside Chrollo's heart.
The troupe returned and saw Chrollo carrying you. The rest of them asked what had happened, he remained calm however. "We lost another it seems," he says quietly. Though he looks composed, the entire room fills with bloodlust that fades just as quickly as it came. He asks to be left alone and the rest of the spiders oblige.
Chrollo does not show his emotions to others, especially because as a leader he must be strong. But he breaks down, he had failed his role in keeping the spiders, no, you safe. Though revenge is something he wants, at the moment he wants nothing more than for you to hear his apologies of not keeping you safe
Feitan
He knew he was rough, that was why at first he didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, especially someone outside of the troupe. You were just a regular person, you didn't know about anything related to the troupe nor nen, you were fragile. But maybe it was that fragility and that brightness that drew him to you.
This time however, you found out about his business with the troupe. You were upset at him hiding this fact from you, and this sparked a fight between the two of you. Feitan warned you to calm down, but it was really him that should have calmed down because the minute you threatened to let the officials know he quickly aimed his hand for your neck.
Had you been any other nen user or opponent he was used to, you would have survived and maybe had a sore throat for a few months. However, he punctured your neck, causing blood to spill and for you to splurt out a weak "Feitan" before slipping to your knees. Ater a split second he realized what he had just done.
"Y-y/n," it was the first time you had seen any emotion from him. It was fear. His eyes grew wide, he held you up, trying to keep you from falling. You tried tell him sorry, but blood kept spilling everywhere and your words were reduced to nonsense choking. Feitan kept telling you to shut up and that you had to stay alive.
It was an agonizing two minutes before you lost consciousness and eventually stopped breathing. Feitan stood up, not knowing what to do with your body. He was used to cleaning up corpses with what his job demanded, but this time he was lost. The next time the troupe saw him, he was a lot colder than usual. No one knew what had happened, other than that when Phinks asked where Feitan's lover was Feitan gave him a punch but his eyes held sadness more than anger
Kurapika
He shouldn't have prioritized his path of revenge over the lives of people he cared about. Sure, the Kurta seemed to call to him to avenge their deaths, but those that were living were also calling to him to not go down the path of destruction. He should've listened a little harder to those that were still with him in the physical world.
Being someone from Meteor City, someone that was close to the troupe didn't exactly translate to you being sympathetic to the spiders. But an argument got heated, and he lost control. You were trying to get him to stop his fight to hunt for the rest of the Kurta eyes and even the troupe but he thought you didn't understand his pain. Nen was involved soon enough.
Though you tried to fight him, he was skilled. Being Kurta made Kurapika much stronger too even in terms of sheer physical strength. He couldn't use Emperor Time on you, but that didn't stop him from using his chains in general. When you thought he was done with his chains, you rushed to restrain him from continuing his anger but he only grabbed for a nearby pen.
The anger blinded him from seeing what had just happened. The next thing he remembered after you told him that he should stop his revenge was that he had a pen in his hand that was stabbed into your chest. You were coughing violently, eyes wide and brimming with tears. You told him you were sorry and that you should've understood him better. Weakly, you reached up to his face, meeting his red eyes that soon faded back to brown. But you were too weak, your eyes closed and you slumped.
"No," Kurapika breathed out, "No no no no, y/n, y/n don't leave me," he shook you, holding you up and trying to get you to wake up. His actions took someone's life once again, another burden to shoulder. He knew his anger could be deadly, but never did he think it could kill you. How was he to forgive himself any longer when he was already feeling the anguish of his clan? Kurapika cried as he held you, repeating apologies and refusing to let go of you.
Hey!! Could you do some hcs for the hxh boys having hanahaki disease for the reader? You can decide whether they get a happy end where they confess and the reader realizes feelings for them or no :p
hanahaki disease with the hxh boys (hisoka, kurapika, illumi headcanons)
authors note: omgggg i've always been obsessed with this myth but i completely forgot about it until you reminded me anon! i'm so happy i got a request for this! i chose happy endings bc who doesn't want a happy ending with our favourite boys?
the surgery to remove the disease doesn’t exist in these headcanons bc i couldn’t be arsed to write about it
live or die by the disease bitch there is no other option
warnings: mentions of death, blood
requests are open!
hisoka had known you for a long time
you were close confidants, and dare i say it, best friends
he admired your strength, how you never failed to join in on his chaos, and fire back at him whenever he made a quip
with how well you two got along, it was only a matter of time before he coughed up the first petal
he knew immediately what was happening, he was a man cultured in myths and legends after all
he was more shocked at the realisation that he loved you more than the fact that he just coughed up a flower petal
and you didn't love him back
he couldn't blame you, even though you liked to fool around with each other, you had never been serious with your flings and it was strictly no strings attached
well now it was apparent that there were strings
the magician couldn't pinpoint the moment he had fallen for you, he supposed it was a gradual thing
but one thing was for absolute certain, he was in love
and he was dying because of it
hisoka is a man of mystery and many secrets but this...
this he would probably tell you about after a while of mulling it over
during this period, his coughing got worse until eventually he couldn't take it anymore
he would go straight to you, letting himself into your house as he usually did
hisoka could feel the pain in his lungs when you looked at him and smiled
he would suppress the coughs as best as he could while he figured out a way to tell you
i feel like his confession would go one of two ways
either he would be outright and serious for once
or he'd make a performance out of his dying body
let's explore the serious option first
you, having caught onto the fact that something was very wrong, took your friend’s hand which only made his coughing worse. "what's going on hisoka? you never get sick."
he laughed dryly. "it would appear that I'm in love with you."
you didn't believe him of course. "you're joking."
hisoka coughs into his hand, revealing petals tainted with blood. "does this look like a joke to you?"
OR the performance option
"it would appear I'm in love with you." he coughed into his hand and threw the contents in the air, several flower petals soaked in blood rained down on your head. "surprise."
it doesn't matter which option he chooses, you're still frozen in shock
"i thought it was just a myth." you stared at the bloody petals in horror
"me too."
the room fell silent, hisoka wondering what his fate would be based on your response
i can’t see him as a person who cares whether he lives or whether he dies
i can see him just sitting there on your couch, staring with bored fascination at your living room while he waited for you to drop the guillotine over his head
his lungs and throat were writhing in pain, but hisoka was never one to be put off by this
what he didn’t expect was for you to then turn to him, grinning
“i love you too.”
his face drops
“yeah, i love you too hisoka.”
hisoka would’ve been amused by how quickly the weight on his chest dissipated if it weren’t for his shock
however it didn’t take long from him to recover from this and he swoops you into an embrace
which of course leads to more
and oh boy hisoka was never happier to be alive
would 100% not tell you
the second the first petal fell from his lips, he knew immediately that it was you
he also knew that he could never tell you
you didn’t love him back and he didn’t want to make you feel bad about that fact
how could he not love you though? you were his biggest source of joy and the one he cared for most in this world
his would hide the disease from you for as long as possible, smothering his coughs with great effort
the longer he did this, the worse it got
he knew he was going to die and he accepted that fact
he didn’t want to die, but he knew he could never tell you
kurapika would try and avoid you towards the end
dodging your calls and skipping on meeting up with you until eventually he stopped contact altogether
you, extremely worried about your friend, went to go visit him unannounced
letting yourself inside, your heart dropped in horror at seeing him
kurapika looked like a ghost
his face was hollow, lips chapped and stained red
he would insist he was fine, even though he clearly he wasn’t
eventually he wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore, launching into an extreme coughing fit, him throwing up petals, whole flowers and blood
having heard of the disease before, you could only ask who he loved and who didn’t love him back
this time, he looked you directly in the eyes. “you.”
cue your shock and horror
kurapika had to avert his gaze, he didn’t want to see your disappointment in his final moments
he hated himself enough for having these feelings but he didn’t want to see you hate him too
his lungs were more branches and flowers than tissue at this point
the kurta was just about to get up and leave when your voice stopped him
“wait.”
he waits
“you have this disease because you love me and you think it’s unrequited, correct?”
“yes.” he didn’t want to add that he didn’t just think it was unrequited
“what if it wasn’t unrequited?”
“then i wouldn’t be dying.”
“then i don’t understand.” you shook your head, suppressing a smile. “because i love you too.”
he stops
kurapika literally stops working
his brain shuts down and his body comes to a complete standstill and he just stares at you in shock
you feel the need to confirm it for him. “i love you too kurapika.”
he couldn’t hold himself back anymore
regardless of his sick body, he rushes to you and pulls you into the tightest hug
his chest clears, feeling light and unrestrained
he kisses you and kurapika can finally breathe again
this boy is so damn confused when coughs, and then even more confused when he sees a petal in his hand
what on earth is happening to him?
doesn’t even realise he’s in love
it takes him a couple of days and a couple more instances of coughing up flowers for him to realise something was wrong with him
a quick internet search yields the results he was looking for
cue more confusion
unrequited love was the cause?
would think long and hard about who in his life he could have these impossible feelings for
then his thoughts eventually arrived on you
and when they did, he couldn’t stop thinking about you
so he loved you? why? what was the reason? when did this happen?
many many questions were circulating through that beautiful head of his
reading further about the disease, he realised that the disease would only go away if you loved him too
if not, he would die
not one to be scared by death, he decided on not telling you
why would he? it was pointless anyway if he was going to die
doesn’t even consider the chance that you might love him back
takes the unrequited part as fact and sticks with it
illumi is a tough boy so it takes ages for him to finally be run down by the disease
is a master at hiding his coughs
he has a reputation to uphold after all
he even keeps it from his family, determined to take his shame to his grave
would honestly have to be on the brink of dying for him to show that he’s suffering with the hanahaki disease
luckily you like to meet up with illumi very frequently and you had become quite attuine to his stoic attitude and personality
to the point where you could pick up the most minuscule of differences in his behaviour
it didn’t take you long to realise something was wrong with your friend but no matter how hard you pushed, he would shoot you down
cue you becoming the best investigator the world has ever seen
it started when, after illumi had left the bar, there was a single bloodied petal sitting in his place
you took the petal back home and began researching
it took you a while but you eventually found out about the hanahaki disease though you couldn’t believe that this was what illumi was struggling with so you kept searching
however your search was in vein and all you had to go on was a myth about unrequited love
so the next time you met up with illumi, you kept an even closer eye on him
watching the subtle ways in which he would suppress what would normally be very painful coughs
the way his lips seemed a bit more chapped and red than normal
the way his already pale skin became more translucent
you had to face the facts, illumi was suffering with unrequited love
and it was killing him
you couldn’t bear the thought of losing illumi
but who on earth was he in love with? and how could you convince them to save his life?
realistically you knew there wasn’t much you could do
but out of desperation, you confronted him about it
“when were you going to tell me about your hanahaki disease?”
“i wasn’t.”
“have you told anyone?”
“no.”
you weren’t one to be easily frustrated, but for some reason you couldn’t watch him throw away his life so easily
in a fit of despair, you blurted. “please find some way to fix it, i can’t bear the thought of losing you.”
“why?”
you didn’t think about your words before you said them. “because i love you.”
he froze
you kept going, putting your own feelings to the side in an effort to save the man stock-still before you. “and it’s because i love you that i’m scared of you dying, so please just find whoever it is and confess to them. i’m sure they like you back if they’ve got the great illumi zoldyck dying for them.”
it was then that you noticed his expression
you would almost say he looked relieved? but surely you had seen wrong
it was illumi after all
“ah, it’s gone now.” he somehow sounded much better than a couple of minutes ago
“gone? how can it be gone whe-” it didn’t take you long for you to realise what had happened
illumi looked at you expectantly
“you love me?” you asked in a small voice, afraid that this was a bad joke even though you knew illumi was practically incapable of making them
“evidently.”
needless to say that that was the start of a wonderful relationship that even illumi couldn’t have imagined happening
Recommended Song while Listening: I’ll Keep You Safe - Sleeping at Last
•••
The minute Chrollo first found out that you were a Zoldyck, he wanted to marry you on the spot. Just to spite Silva. One month later, you and the Phantom Troupe leader eloped.
Days after, you returned to the Zoldyck household only to be stopped at one of the gates. It turns out that your older brother, Illumi, had spied on you and your now-husband.
“You married our family’s biggest enemy? You know father won’t be happy.” He said, escorting you to the house.
You sighed, “I know. I really do love Chrollo though. Besides, I have dad wrapped around my finger. I just have to tell him how good Chrollo’s been to me and how happy he makes me. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
Well, Silva was seething with rage.
“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to kill him?! And now one of my own children went off and married him.” He exclaimed, sitting down next to you on the couch, “Why are all of you kids getting close to the strangest of people?”
He cradled his head in his hand before you gently laid your hand on his shoulder.
“I know, dad,” You tried to console him, “But Chrollo has made me really happy. Sorry I didn’t tell you about us getting married, but I promise you, I love him so much and he love me. He treats me well. You’d be proud if you gave him the time of day.”
Silva looked up to see the love in your eyes. His little buddy, all grown up, found someone to love for the rest of their life.
That realization pulled at his heartstrings a little.
However, Silva still had some worries about your relationship.
“What if it gets out that a Zoldyck married the leader of the Phantom Troupe? It’d be bad for business and neither of you would be able to live in peace.”
Your hand moved to rest on top of his before you responded.
“Good thing Chrollo has no interest in letting the news slip. So far, only this family and the Troupe know we’re together. He doesn’t want the publicity that would entail either, dad.”
Silva let out a sigh as all of the information sunk in. You were safe, you were happy, Chrollo might be a bastard still, but even your dad knew that his target would look after you.
The older man smiled then pulled you into a gentle hug.
“Alright, go be happy with him. But if he hurts you, let him know I’ll be there to rip him to shreds.”
PLEEEEEEEEZ MAKE A KURAPIKA BABY DADDY I KNOW YOU ALREADY HAVE ONE BUT PLEEEEEEZ JUST ONE MOR...
Don't have to fucking tell ME twice—
S/N = Son’s Name
Reader is GN, referred to as “they”, but also called “mommy”. Feel free to change that to whatever you wish.
•••
Your son was born 3 years ago. Ever since you had told him that you were pregnant, Kurapika promised to keep, in his words, “his little family” safe.
To which he kept said promise. Although he would sometimes come home with scratches and bruises, all throughout your pregnancy with S/N had about as normal as you could ask for.
Once your son was born, he at first had the blue eyes that seemingly most newborns have, but eventually became closer to your color. When S/N was one, Kurapika had noticed that his child’s eyes could shift to scarlet.
Not going to lie, S/N made his Kurtan father cry. To be fair, he also cried when his first word was “Papa” too.
3 years into being parents, Kurapika had reasoned with his boss to make his work hours reasonable for helping his partners raise a child. As soon as he and you bought a house with a nice backyard, the blonde had a mini playground installed. After long shifts away from home, he’d come home, grab his son, and immediately beelined for the swings portion outside.
One night, after the young half-Kurtan was fast asleep under the care of “uncle Leorio”, Kurapika took you out on a nice date in the city, ending with an official proposal. Of course, you said yes.
The morning after, you had heard Kurapika try to explain the engagement to S/N. In the middle of his tangent, the chain user slipped in little agreements about you into the conversation.
Summary: A collection of letter between the veterans and their loves.
‘Erwin,
By now you’ve heard the news; I am to be married to Lord Virel. I found out after I announced you and I were seeing each other. And as I expected, my father refused to change his mind. He still sees you as a reckless fool and is determined not to change that opinion.
My mother has yet to stop her continuous praise of Virel’s influence and wealth. All she cares about is that I marry up, father cares only to increase his influence. My concern? That I will never have my happiness.
That our love, our lives, will end here, with this announcement. But I promise, Erwin, my heart and soul will always be yours.
I love you, Erwin Smith. Now and forever.
Sabina Marias.’
Erwin laid the letter down, the silk ribbon in his hand with the red chrysanthemum. He should have seen this coming, her father’s counter to him. He knew this Lord Michel Virel, he was one of the wealthiest men in Mitras, also the most corrupt.
Erwin knew if he outed him it would stain his Sabina, however, wealthy men were known to change their minds repeatedly.
“Levi, I need you to deliver this to Lord Marias and this one to Lord Virel. This isn’t an order, it’s more of a favor.” He requested this of his old friend, who simply nodded and took the letters.
“I take it this has something to do with that ribbon you carry beyond the wall?” All he could do was smile, and Levi nodded, “stupid Eyebrows.” He scoffed as he took the letter to the requested recipients.
Levi's sister and Mike were together for years, and Levi actually approved of it cause he knew Mike would protect her at all costs. Well, after Mike's death his sister keeps up a cold front, acting as if she's dealing with it okay. And for a while she was.
Till one night she's cleaning out his nightstand and finds a diamond engagement ring. It's one she's eyed in an high end store. And she loses it right then and destroys the room crying in anger and rage.
Levi and a few others hears this and runs in. Seeing his sister this way crushes him. A few idiots would make the comment about how she's finally lost it, getting a death glare from Levi and told to get their asses out.
He shuts the door and walks over to her, about to ask what caused this he sees the ring and just sits down beside her and pulls her into his arms.
As he's comforting her he thinks to himself, 'Bastard, you promised to never hurt her.' He stays there till she finally goes to sleep and pockets the ring, silently promising to give it to her when she's really ready to say goodbye.
omg why would you hurt me in this way.
mike wanting to propose to you but he couldn't?? bc that damn money killed him?? and you find the ring in the drawer?? the ring you wanted and thought about having on your finger, your ring finger?? your facade cracks and you were okay, you never were. you just stressed your emotions, until now.
your emotions come pouring out and you start destroying everything. crashes, shattering glass, screams and yells, sobs. and when Levi came thundering in his heart breaks at the sight of you trashing everything, tears. running down her face.
“it’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not fair!”
then you just collapse to the ground and bury your face in your hands, sobbing. and Levi quietly comes over to you and hugs you, letting you cry into his chest. he sees the ring and connects the dots, his heart clenching once more. he tries to comfort you to the best of his abilities, stroking your back and combing through your hair. and when you fall asleep he quietly tucks you in bed and takes the ring.
I never post anything political, I don’t discuss politics at all. But I live in a country where if you are LGBTQ+ you have politicians and religious leaders calling for your head. If you are a person of color or indigenous, you are demonized, victimized and blamed. If you are a woman, you are objectified, you are told to bare children weather you want to or not, you are told that if you get SA you’re to blame. And if you are all three? You are terrified to go outside because you could be killed.
I live in a country where parents are scared to death to send their children to school because they may never come home. If they do it’s a damn miracle but they can’t eat because their parents can’t afford the damn food they need because minimum wage is less than a bag of rice, or they need a special formula they is out of stock or too expensive.
I live in a place where if a parent actually SUPPORTS their child who is trans they are arrested for ABUSE. While their neighbors activity beat their straight foster child, but nothing is done because they’re members of the church. Teachers block bullets with their bodies but don’t make enough to pay their bills. And if they live past the day they are made to out that sweet gay child who may not come to school tomorrow if their parents don’t take it well.
The country I live in claims to be great, claims to be the land of the free and home of the brave.
It’s not. I live in the land of free straight white men and the home of corrupt politicians.
I live in a land where you are damned because you are LGBTQ, a minority, any ally, or a woman.
Where a gun is more valuable than the lives of a human.
I grew up wanting to become a mother, now im 23 and wanting NOTHING LESS than to never have a child. Because im scared that if I send them to school they will die, im scared that if I will not be able to get formula for that child, im scare if that child is born a girl she’ll grow up in a world that hates her or if they are trans someone will kill them for being who they are.
Levi would normally detest large holiday events, it was honestly a bore. But for you he would endure. This was the first time he's meeting your family. He had met your parents already, he apparently made a wonderful impression on your mother when he wordlessly helped clean after dinner, but your father was another story. He was a quiet man who never voiced his opinions to many people, though Levi felt he didn't quite meet his standards.
He knew how it looked to many, the various differences between you two. You were 23 and a graduate student, he was 28 in the military with a GED. You grew up in Soho, New York while he was bounced around the foster system before taking off at 18. You were more different than night and day.
But you loved him and he was mad for you.
So Levi did everything he could to show he was serious about you. He took care of the apartment you two shared, this also helped with his OCD and need for a spotless living. He paid most of the bills while you cooked and focused on your schoolwork. He never forgot your birthday and knew to the month how long you have been with him.
Still your father with held his approval. And what bug Levi most: he's never cared about what anyone thought before in his life. But he was your father, he knew what he meant to you, how much it hurt you that they didn't get along. So he wouldn't let it go, not till they reached an understanding.
"Earth to Levi?" He turned around and caught sight of your smile, and for a second he couldn't breath, "What had you off in La La Land?"
"Nothing to worry over, brat. Now, shall we go in?" You stared at him for a second, he could see that you still held some worry in your eyes, but you kissed his cheek anyway and got out of the car, "Why does your parents invite everyone from their fuckin' country club?"
"Easy, soldier, most of these people will leave before dinner." You reminded him, he still grumbled and huffed as they entered the house. It was spotless cheerfully decorated with fall decor and pictures of the family. He always loved to looking at the pictures of you. He adore seeing what you were like before he met you. The various accomplishments you held and how obviously close you were with your family.
"You say you don't like coming here but you clearly enjoy it." He smiled, "I'm glad you're here, Levi, it wouldn't be Thanksgiving without you."
"You're such a sappy brat." He muttered blushing as you led the way to the kitchen. Upon entering he heard your mother's cheer.
"Oh!! Y/N!! My darling!" He stepped aside as you were wrapped in your mother's hug, she was a petite women, finely dressed with diamonds and pearls, "Levi Ackerman, get over here." But still held command much like his CO.
He walked over and she smiled,"Thank you for coming." She patted his shoulders, having been informed he's not one for much physical contact, "To be honest your one of the few I actually want here."
You and your mother became engrossed in your conversation as he came face to face with your father, "Mr.(y/l/n) I would like to speak with you."
"As would I, Ackerman." He pulled t
Him away from you and your mother, "What do you want?"
"Before I met y/n, I never cared for anyone's opinion of me. But now, I do. I want your approval, if only because it would mean the world to her." He sighed as he poured two glasses of whiskey, passing one to me, "Y/n holds your opinion dear to her, and while I am not a very traditional man, I want your approval and blessing."
"The first time I saw you with her, I hated you." He admitted, "You were older than her, she had just started college and left home."
"I just finished basic training and got my GED." He admitted with a nod.
"Exactly. But I see how you watch her, how you keep you hand on her back, how you'll open doors for her, how you'll enter the room first before her. All these things you do for her...I was wrong about you. This, was my mother's ring, I have no sons, so I would like for you to use it. You can propose now or later tonight."
"Thank you." The rest of the evening was spent with you by his side, if only to keep him from killing the snobby club members. Once they left he relaxed a bit, he wasn't nervous to ask you but when dinner came around, Levi stole you away.
"I hate holidays." He started as he leaned on the porch railing, "I never had anyone to celebrate with. But now I have you and you bring me to all these celebrations. You tell me you're happy I came and I'm just thankful you want me to come. I want to stay where I can have someone to celebrate with, with you. Please."
He held out your grandmother's ring and you freeze, "Levi!" You laugh as you slipped it in to your left ring finger and hug him tight, "Yes " you whispered in his ear and he kissed you.
"I always wondered why I like the villains more, and I think it might be because when they get on the floor Down on their knees for her and only her, something in me stirs. A hero would sacrifice her to save the world, showing he was indeed pure hearted and honest. But a Villain would tear the world apart if she was hurt, that is a promise."
So would a hero become a villain to save you?
You laid there in you room, the lights off and the man you love wasn't at your side. You were okay with this though, you knew he was on patrol tonight and he would be home before breakfast. You were use to this, Hawks was a hero after all.
So now here you were, alone and falling asleep. And just as the sleep began to take you, you were jerked out of beg by your hair. The pain blinded you for a split second as you were drug on to the floor of your room and tossed against the wall, "Stay put and stay silent."
You felt your heart begin to race and you nodded in compliance. Your hands and feet were bound and you were gagged by a rag and duck tape. You watched as the intruder snapped picture after picture of you bound and gagged in your pajamas.
"Think your hero hubby will come for you, or save the dozen others trapped with a bomb?" He whispered in your ear as with a twisted ass grin.
Your heart dropped, you knew you were a dead woman. You loved him and he loved you, but the commission would never let him save you over a dozen innocent. You closed your eyes and sat in fear and silence, you began wondering if you were right and he chose them over you.
"Times up, babe. Seems he's a hero first and a husband second." The knife caught the moon light from the window and you sobbed in fear, fighting to get away as he grabbed you hair once more, the blade at your throat before the shattering of glass startled both of them.
You were dropped hard into the shattered window, glass slicing into your arm as red feathers pinned the man to the wall.
"You really fucked up." He hissed at him, walking over to you, "Babybird, look at me." He walked over to you, voice soft and calm.
You looked up to see him, cheek bleeding from a cut hair wind blown and disheveled. He carefully pulled the tape away from your mouth and removed the rag, "You...saved them first right?" You honestly didn't want the answer.
"No, I was just too far away. Baby I'm so sorry, you got mixed up in all this-" he start ranting as he un tied you and removed the glass from your arm.
"You chose me? But your a hero, you're supposed to-"
"I will always pick you. You are my first thought always, if that makes me a villain, I'm okay with that." He pressed his forehead to mine, "I love you."
Yes hi! Rei here introducing the birthday collab event I've planned for Levi! Say hello to the first event I'm ever planning: Happy Birthday Levi!
As we all know, Levi's birthday falls on 25 December, aka Christmas Day. So from 25 November onwards, I would like to invite everyone to join me in celebrating our favourite man's birthday <3
Starting from 25 November, one Levi-related post will be made per day, ending on his birthday 25 December, like an advent calendar!
The theme for this event would be 'Naughty or Nice'. You all know I'm aversive to dark content and most kinks but, for Levi's birthday, I'm opening the floor to all type of content!! Fics, artwork, moodboards, anything featuring Levi is welcomed! You can include as many kinks as you want, make it as fluffy as you want, or as self-indulgent as you want. You can do more than one work too!!
The tag I'll be using for this event is #rei's event: happy birthday Levi. So if you do not want to get spammed, you may block this tag!
Status: Open (19/31 slots available)
Rules:
1. You can be 16+ to join, but only 18+ content creaters are allowed to product an nsfw work.
2. I welcome any sort of work as long as Levi is the main character. Character x character, character x reader, character x oc etc are all welcomed!
3. SFW and NSFW work are all welcomed. Dark content must be properly tagged and warned!
4. The first few posts should be ready by 25 November. If you are unable to finish before then, let me know so that I can delay your post to a later date.
How to join:
1. Send me an ask or a dm to let me know what content you will be doing for Levi. Let me know which date you want to post your creation by checking the list of available dates below the cut. Multiple posts are allowed!
2. If your preferred date is taken, I will let you know ASAP and you can choose another date accordingly.
3. Reblog this post to acknowledge your participation.
4. Let me know early if you are unable to meet the dateline too!
5. Tag me in your finished work and remember to mention it's for Rei's 'Happy Birthday Levi' event! Remember to also use my event tag #rei's event: happy birthday Levi!
Let's all celebrate Levi's birthday together ❤
Minors and ageless blogs DNI with NSFW works. NSFW works will be tagged.
D-30 | 25 November ♡ fic, Levi x fem!reader // @levi-supreme
D-29 | 26 November ♡ art, Levi // @axoxtxhxh
D-28 | 27 November
D-27 | 28 November
D-26 | 29 November
D-25 | 30 November
D-24 | 1 December ♡ fic, Levi x reader // @coffeeforday
D-23 | 2 December
D-22 | 3 December
D-21 | 4 December ♡ fic, Levi x reader // @ack3rlady
D-20 | 5 December
D-19 | 6 December
D-18 | 7 December ♡ fic, Levi x reader // @levmada
D-17 | 8 December
D-16 | 9 December
D-15 | 10 December ♡ fic, Levi x reader // @leviskata
D-14 | 11 December ♡ fic, Levi x gender neutral!reader // @levi-supreme
D-13 | 12 December
D-12 | 13 December
D-11 | 14 December ♡ fic, Levi x reader // @axoxtxhxh
D-10 | 15 December
D-9 | 16 December
D-8 | 17 December ♡ art, Levi // @ack3rlady
D-7 | 18 December
D-6 | 19 December
D-5 | 20 December
D-4 | 21 December
D-3 | 22 December
D-2 | 23 December ♡ art, Levi // @hashaneeee
D-1 | 24 December ♡ fic, Levi x reader // @levi-lover
D-day | 25 December ♡ fic (nsfw), Levi x fem!reader // @levi-supreme
imagine calling levi daddy and he thinks it's because you're pregnant so he gets all excited but now you have to tell him it's just one of your stupid kinks striking again
Red flags and warning signs of an abuser include but are not limited to:
Extreme jealousy
Possessiveness
Unpredictability
A bad temper
Cruelty to animals
Verbal abuse
Extremely controlling behavior
Antiquated beliefs about roles of women and men in relationships
Forced sex or disregard of their partner’s unwillingness to have sex
Sabotage of birth control methods or refusal to honor agreed upon methods
Blaming the victim for anything bad that happens
Sabotage or obstruction of the victim’s ability to work or attend school
Controls all the finances
Abuse of other family members, children or pets
Accusations of the victim flirting with others or having an affair
Control of what the victim wears and how they act
Demeaning the victim either privately or publicly
Embarrassment or humiliation of the victim in front of others
Harassment of the victim at work
What Traits Do Abusers Have in Common?
There is no one typical, detectable personality of an abuser. However, they do often display common characteristics.
An abuser often denies the existence or minimizes the seriousness of the violence and its effect on the victim and other family members.
An abuser objectifies the victim and often sees them as their property or sexual objects.
An abuser has low self-esteem and feels powerless and ineffective in the world. He or she may appear successful, but internally, they feel inadequate.
An abuser externalizes the causes of their behavior. They blame their violence on circumstances such as stress, their partner’s behavior, a “bad day,” on alcohol, drugs, or other factors.
An abuser may be pleasant and charming between periods of violence and is often seen as a “nice person” to others outside the relationship.
