Request: Hey! could you write a childhood friends to lovers scenario with Oikawa and a f/reader. Maybe you could do it in stages? like kindergarten to high scl to collage to marriage to their first child. (imagine best friend but they don’t know they r in love, like the reader helps him impress his girlfriend and comforts him when he looses or helps him when his knee hurts. And it finally hits him like a ton of bricks that she is the one- sorry this is just me rambling over how much I love him.❤) Thanks
a/n: Thank you for waiting so patiently for me anon 😭 I’m so sorry you had to wait so long! But it’s finally here! I didn’t end up getting them to the marriage part cause the word count was getting out of hand, but I hope you still like it! 💖 I hope this was worth the wait! (Also I didn’t proofread this so there’s probably a few typos and grammatical errors in this too 😭 I’m sorry!)
Pairing: Oikawa x fem!reader
Words: 2.5K
Warnings: hints of angst and comfort, mostly just fluff, romantic tension, and a cliche love confession
It was recess, and all of the kids in your class were outside climbing on the playground and playing games with each other. Well, all of the kids except for you.
On the first day of school, it seemed like everyone was able to make friends except for you. Kindergarten was pretty scary and you were too shy to talk to anyone, so you had a tendency to spend a lot of time by yourself. Not only that, but every attempt you made to make friends and play with the other kids was typically met with turned backs.
You sat on a swing at the playground and watched as the other kids giggled and ran after each other. You dangled your feet and drew little shapes in the sand; did anyone else feel this lonely? Is it normal to feel this way?
Suddenly, a ball struck the sand and bounced towards your feet. You look up and see a boy with brown floppy hair scampering towards you. He stops and greets you with a big grin.
You looked up at him inquiringly and then down at the ball at your feet; ah, that must be why he’s here. You tapped the ball with the tip of your shoe and rolled it over back to him.
“No silly,” the boy giggled and reached down to grab the ball. “You’re supposed to play volleyball with your hands!”
“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry.”
“You’re (y/n) right?” he said as he spun the volleyball on his palm. “I’m Tooru Oikawa! I can teach volleyball. I’m pretty good y’know, and I’m gonna be a pro someday!”
You looked up at him wide-eyed. He knew your name?
summary: you had your struggles with understanding social cues, which the overblot boys challenge further as a sudden revelation brings to light their adoration of you.
pairings: overblots x gn! reader
cw: none that I can think of?
note: so this is based off of how I suck at reading social cues sometimes and I thought it would be cute to see how that would work with emotionally constipated characters 💀
wc: 4.5k (~600 words per character)
Master List
❥ Riddle Rosehearts
This was a nightmare for any Heartslabyul student. You, who had trouble with social cues, taking jokes too seriously and sarcasm sometimes flying over your head, vs Riddle Rosehearts who was in vehement denial of his feelings for you. It was like watching a terrible rom com for everyone around you two. When Riddle blushed around you, you chalked it up to him being nervous (he was trying to better himself, so being nervous about taking new actions only made sense). When Riddle felt his heart pounding whenever you were around, he swept it as nerves being around a friend without feeling the need to control everything. In fact, you both were so bad, everyone gave up on their initial bet, as they started to believe neither of you would catch on. It wasn’t until nudges from your friends finally opened your eyes to the others behavior.
“Riddle always goes easy on you, it’s not fair,” Ace would whine, falling backwards on your couch.
“No he doesn’t?” You frown, crossing your arms as you recalled the many lectures you have received from the red headed housewarden.
“When was the last time he beheaded you?” Deuce asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m magicless,” You raise an eyebrow. “It would have no effect, so does it really matter?”
“But it’s uncomfortable,” Ace points out, jabbing a finger at your chest as the duo try to break through your inability to connect to seemingly simple dots. “You think he’d still gain some satisfaction from that.”
You open your mouth to further plead your case, but you find yourself pausing, internally agreeing with Ace (not that you’d tell him that). The last time you had been beheaded was around the overblot, and since then it was just scoldings and lectures.
“And when your tie is crooked, he fixes it for you,” Deuce chimes in.
“And when your hair is messy, he smooths it out,” Ace tags along.
A dawning look of realization flashes across your face, and the duo eat it up. Finally, FINALLY you seem to notice that it does seem a bit unusual, that he’s not being his usual intense self, nor does he dote on anyone else like that.
A similar situation goes on with Riddle, Trey and Cater pointing out Riddle’s affection for you, but in more subtle ways.
“You really care for them,” Trey hums, mindlessly finishing his homework.
Riddle pauses his talk of how his day was, unknowingly rambling about you, and how you shaped it. His face flushes, but he does not reprimand his friend (progress), instead he contemplates the meaning.
“Haha, totes,” Cater agrees, focusing more on his phone than the homework on his table. “It’s cute how you both are so oblivious to each other.”
Riddle feels his blood pressure rising, and he’s unsure if it’s because they are talking to him so casually about his feelings that he totally doesn’t have, or if it’s because he’s flustered at how they nailed it right on the head.
“Don’t be presumptuous,” Riddle huffs, double checking his homework to make sure it’s all accounted for and correct. “We are good friends, nothing more and nothing less.”
“You double check their bag to make sure they have all their supplies accounted for,” Trey mumbles mindlessly.
“And you don’t hesitate to give them something if they need it,” Cater points out.
Riddle’s face was bright as a tomato as he clears his throats and excuses himself to his room.
While everyone thinks they finally won, that the torment would finally end, and you both will realize each other's feelings and mushy happiness ensues…it only got worse. Every interaction becomes a guessing game of what the other’s intentions are while trying to balance your own emotions, and the Heartslabyul students continue to suffer.
❥ Leona Kingscholar
Oh boy, if Riddle and you are a nightmare for everyone around you, then Leona is your own personal nightmare. Every insult you took to heart, every swipe of his tail left you feeling like you did something wrong, and it got to the point that you tried to avoid the lion beastman altogether. You couldn’t annoy him if you weren’t around, right? Wrong. In fact, Ruggie had seeked you out because the prince was in a foul mood, and Ruggie swore it was due to your absence. You really couldn’t wrap your head around the hyena’s logic, as Leona had been nothing but indifferent, if not displeased when you were around.
“He’s always like that,” Ruggie waved you off, dragging you to the botanical gardens where the prince laid. You swore he was lying though, as Leona’s tail swished, ear twitching as you approached, and you felt way too overwhelmed. There was no way he wanted you nearby, you just couldn’t wrap your head around how he possibly likes your presence in any way possible. ‘He’s bad at showing affection’ Your inner Ruggie chimed, but you stood tensely anyways, unsure if you should stay or leave.
“What are you doing?” Leona grumbled, one green eye opening lazily. You felt his stare penetrate into your soul, you swore he was glaring you down for intruding in his space.
“S-sorry,” You nervously mumble, hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. “Ruggie dragged me in here saying you wanted…company? But clearly he was wrong, sorry again.” You decided to try and bolt, hoping the apology would satisfy the lion enough to distract him from your escape, only for a hand to grab your ankle.
Your heart beat erratically in your chest, head spinning as adrenaline fills your veins. You felt like you had just stepped into a horror movie called social anxiety and terrible life decisions (though being transported to some weird world was not your decision). Leona’s claws briefly imprinted on your skin as he dragged you closer, nearly causing you to fall.
“Shut up,” He tsked, hand not letting you go (like he knew you were two seconds away from running for dear life). “C’mere, ‘m tired and I don’t wanna deal with this right now.”
You blinked, unsure where exactly he wanted you to go, body tense with stress and uncertainty, head swiveling, like you’d surely find an escape somewhere. Instead of escape, perhaps hiding in your dorm room for the rest of the day to try and recuperate from this intense and scary experience, Leona seemed to have enough of your ‘obliviousness’, reached up, grabbed your shirt, and quite literally drag your standing frame to fall onto his which was laying on the ground. You nearly screamed as you careened towards his chest, your breath nearly leaving your lungs as the lion cushioned your fall, arms wrapping around your back as he closed his eyes.
You did not relax, if anything, your body turned into stone, holding your breath as you wondered who you pissed off in your past life to deal with this. You must’ve killed someone quite important.
“Relax,” Leona sighed, his warm breath caressing your ear. “‘M not gonna bite…unless you want me to.” You did not relax for several more minutes, not until his breathing evened out and you were sure he was unconscious. You laid there, bones feeling like jelly as the adrenaline wore off, mind reeling with what the hell was currently happening.
Leona’s mixed signals were quite literally your worst enemy in a world of magic, constant overblots, and a neglectful headmaster. You were never sure if the lion hated your guts, or if he secretly liked you? Leona hated how you couldn’t decipher his near impossible signs, wishing you could read his mind, not wanting to ruin his ‘image’ in front of his dorm members. The only one having any hoot or holler would be Ruggie as you both awkwardly navigated around the other. Ironically, you both did fill the role of predator and prey perfectly.
❥ Azul Ashengrotto
Ohhhhhhh boy. Azul absolutely has a hate love relationship with your inability to pick up on certain social cues. Some moments, you could read the room well, tell when someone was upset, or sad, or even so happy they were crying, other moments he wanted to slam his head against the wall as you took all his words to heart, even if he was trying to flirt or make a stupid joke. The twins made the situation ten times worse as they liked to mess with you.
“Azul mentioned that he’s quite tired today,” Jade would hum innocently, fixing you a drink at the bar.
“Oh, did something happen?” You would ask, falling straight for the bait Jade laid out perfectly.
“You could say so,” Jade’s grin widened, mischief and amusement swirling in his gaze. “Said you kept him up all night.”
Your brows furrow, unsure what the eel meant. You hadn’t texted (especially not called) anyone last night, too exhausted with all the socializing you had been doing and had some unwind time. So you’re not sure what you had done to keep the merman up the previous night.
“Did I do something?” You asked, genuinely concerned if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you had done something offensive in their culture? Or insulted him unknowingly? (You weren’t proud to admit that you had done that before).
Instead of being helpful, kind, or friendly (things Jade were not known for), he merely shrugged, pushing you a drink and moving on to the next customer, an extra shine of glee in his eyes at your misery.
Floyd wasn’t much better.
“Can you both just get together already?” Floyd whined, slumping in his seat across from you as you tried to focus on homework. Of course he ruined that.
“What?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Azul, duh,” He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing. You merely blinked, trying to connect whatever dots that Floyd just created.
“Why would we be together?” You ask, dropping your pencil, completely forgetting the frustrating work that was assigned (it’s not like you had the context to answer it anyways). “You mean like dating?”
“DUH,” He groaned, like this was physically paining him. “What else? You both clearly like each other, just kiss and get over it already.” It felt like your face was on fire as you tried to process whatever the hell he was spewing.
It honestly left you confused. You thought Azul was just being nice, a friend trying to make up for his transgressions against you and your friends (and sometimes you questioned his intentions as he had conned you before). Sure, sometimes he would say something that would fluster you, a compliment here, a light touch to your shoulder there (even you knew that was out of character for the reserved business man), but the twins had opened your mind to a whole other venture you hadn’t even thought about.
Azul noticed a change, not obvious, but you seemed to finally be taking in his advances. Your eyes would widen, like the dots were finally appearing in your head, sometimes it even seemed like you were looking at him in a new light altogether (cus you kind of were…). His fond frustration melted into excitement. Finally, what felt like stagnation started to gain traction, and it even emboldened him to up his moves, to make sure you couldn’t question his intentions. After all, if you struggled understanding what his gestures meant, then that meant he had to make sure that his intentions were obvious (maybe just communicate your feelings properly…).
❥ Jamil Viper
Hahaha…so Jamil is kind of the embodiment of subtle care, especially when he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. At first it’s in ways you don’t notice. How his eyes trail after you, making sure you’re okay. The way he eyes your meals, always cataloging how unhealthy they are, noting how you shiver during a chilly day only in a short sleeve shirt, or how you always seem exhausted even if you got a full night's sleep (which can be rare with the aduo around).
Jamil tries to shove these mental notes to the side. It’s not like he has the time to take care of anyone else with Kalim running around, you are your own person after all. Yet he strangely found himself with an extra portion of the lunch he prepared, shoving it towards you without thought (too much thought actually), or how he shrugs of his sweater (his safe space really), and tosses it towards you as the chill seeps into him instead, or how he picks up any slack, talking to your friends when you couldn’t keep up, or walking you to your dorm early as he makes up excuses to get you in the comfort of your own place.
At first you didn’t notice, thinking he was being kind, or perhaps even feeling forced to because Kalim asked him to, but that changed when he excused you from Kalim’s party. The people surrounding you had you feeling like a zombie as you tried to hide in a corner, eating some snacks as you held a drink, hoping the walls would encapsulate you. Kalim had begged you to come, which was why you were there, but it ended up just like you expected. Jamil noticed, as he always does, and offered to walk you back to your dorm, a routine you started to expect. Of course, Kalim had blocked your escape, a pout with big watery eyes tugging on your heartstrings. Before you could give in, zone out for another hour and ponder why you hate yourself, Jamil cut in.
“The prefect is tired,” Jamil points out, and you wonder if it’s that obvious.
After this moment, you began to notice the subtleties. Perhaps not all at once, but even you couldn’t deny how Jamil didn’t treat anyone else the way he treated you. You weren’t sure if it was anything beyond friendly, but you noticed that he seemed to care for you in a way that he didn’t for anyone else, and it was something you cherished. In fact, you both fell into a weirdly domestic relationship that never dared to press against the walls of friendship…that was until Jamil himself slipped up (something he never does, mind you…he is quite whipped).
“You’re way too kind to me,” You couldn’t help but grumble as you accepted the week's worth of breakfast and dinners Jamil had prepared for you (you were quite bad at making those).
“It’s nothing,” The vice-housewarden waved off, a faint blush coating his tan cheeks.
“Seriously,” You don’t drop it, too moved by his kindness towards you. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before, you always make sure to make meals with textures I like, altering things to avoid foods I don’t like, and not to mention how you portion them to my exact liking! I feel like I don’t do enough to make up for all the work you put into me.”
Jamil’s brows furrowed, both bashful at your acknowledgement of his work, while also upset at your self admonishment.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Jamil shakes his head. “I do it because I want to. Trust me, I’d go crazy if I didn’t do this, who knows what you’d be eating otherwise.”
Your heart stuttered at his admission, the revelation of how deep his care ran for you striking you somewhere soft and gooey. It was only then when the question of whether Jamil liked you romantically dared to breach your brain.
❥ Vil Schoenheit
Vil wasn’t one to coddle anyone, not that you needed coddling, but this meant that his standoffish attitude would not be diluted. Vil isn’t nearly as bad as Leona, but his actions still managed to confuse you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you, a notion you could understand. You could be reserved most times, quiet, almost like a shadow. The complete opposite of glitz and glam that was Vil Schoenheit…yet that seems to pull him in all the more. He would critique your uniform, comment on how it was too big in some place, yet somehow too small in others. In fact, you thought he was lowkey bullying you at first, always picking you apart, making you feel small and unwanted…only to piece you back together.
He’d personally tailor your uniform, grumbling about how ‘you can’t trust anyone to do things right these days’. He’d fix your hairstyle, explaining how the few trims, or complete makeover fits your face better, how the framing of a few pieces can make or break your beauty. Beneath the harshness, you learned to decipher that this was his way of caring (even if it could be quite shitty sometimes). And to say Vil didn’t notice how his comments hit you would be an insult to his social training. Of course he noticed the way you seemed to shut down after a particularly harsh comment from him, which made him shift tactics.
Instead of scolding you, or pointing out something he deemed atrocious, he merely fixed it instead, and you let him. You didn’t have time to get dressed properly? It’s fine, he’s fixing the wrinkles and crookedness for you. You didn’t style your hair properly? There’s a few minutes to spare before class, he’s dragging you to the nearest mirror as he styles it himself. You didn’t pack a proper lunch? Don’t worry, prefect, he happened to bring extra.
At first you’re not sure how to take in the change. You feel like it’s some elaborate prank show, the cameras hiding in the corners (there aren’t any, but Rook sure is). Yet the longer this behavior goes on, you learn to accept it, and you even like it (which you find oddly strange yourself). You hadn’t been cared for like this before, and especially not in this world, so you found yourself eating up the affection.
“The love that blooms between Roi du Poison and Trickster is magnifique!” Rook bellows, hand clutched over his heart as he dramatically swoons.
You had grown used to his exclamations of passion and love, so you simply deadpan at the hunter.
“What are you even talking about?” You question, face scrunching at his claims.
It was quite comical actually, as Vil was currently applying a brand new lotion he had helped create himself to your arms, and you had the audacity to be confused (I would be too though so I can’t rag on the reader too much).
“Ignore him,” Vil mumbles, focused intensely on how your skin was much softer with his care and how he was going to keep it that way. “He likes to spout nonsense all the time.”
“But is it nonsense when the Queen deems the Trickster important enough to care for himself?” Rook asks, head tilting as his grin widens. “I have not seen you spoil anyone so, Roi du Poison.”
Vil’s face flattens, his usual humoring of Rook evaporating quickly (he didn’t want to be ratted out like this). Yet it was too late, as your mouth opened in recognition of Rook’s words. He had a point, you had seen Epel get scolded mercilessly and then forced into punishment many times by Vil, yet if you do something similar, you get a light slap on the wrist before he drags you along, your punishment usually pertaining him taking care of you in one way or another. You weren’t sure why it didn’t click before, but now you couldn’t help but second guess all of Vil’s intentions, and what that means for your future.
❥ Idia Shroud
Idia was…hard to get to know. You tried being friendly, yet he would shut you out. You tried to invite him out, but he would deflect. You tried parallel play, yet you couldn’t help but notice how he glanced at you like you were a starved tiger and he was the closest meal available. Bummed that you weren’t getting anywhere, you also didn’t want to make the blue-flammed hair man uncomfortable, which meant leaving him alone. It saddened you, but you knew you couldn’t make friends with everyone.
Little did you know, you had it completely backwards. Idia was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were similar to him in a way, which made him rethink his entire life. You tended to be quiet, speaking when you were spoken to and falling into the shadows, yet you weren’t like him at all. You had friends, you smiled and talked freely about topics you were passionate about, and even stood up when needed.
Yet, worst of all…you were terrible at some social cues. He even found it amusing at times, cackling when you took a joke at face value or when you looked confused when someone said something sarcastically, only to get it a few seconds too late. You didn’t know this, of course. He rarely left his room, and he found himself stalking Grim more often than he could count, which meant you were there too.
If it were up to him, you would never know, and things would stay exactly as they were. Him in his room alone and you none the wiser to his stalking, yearning, observations. Of course, his dear little brother would never leave it at that, taking in his brother’s infatuation, liking towards you. Which leads to a various amount of goofy, yet terrifying situations. Such as Ortho inviting you to his room without him knowing, and making the most unsevenly sound ever when he got jumpscared by you. Or how he almost bolted the second he saw you at the board game’s club, only for Ortho to block his exit (he nearly jumped out the window at your smile).
And gosh, he couldn’t get over how oblivious you could be sometimes, your comments making him feel like a warm, gooey mess, and you were completely unaffected! It really wasn’t fair. You made it look so easy, and he wishes he could complement you as easily (little did he know, you struggled with it as well, you were just better at hiding it).
“You have really cool hair,” You compliment, eyes wide with wonder.
Idia could only stare, hair tinting pink along with his pale cheeks as he internally shut down.
“Sorry, was that weird?” You ask as Idia continues to stare at you with the blankest eyes known to man, causing you to second guess yourself. Was that weird of you to say? Perhaps you weren’t supposed to mention his hair at all? Did you make him self conscious?
“N-not at all,” Was all he could stutter, eyes averting to anything but you.
It wasn’t until Idia started to text you that you realized you had things backwards. Sure, in person you both were awkward and unsure, perpetually questioning all your actions, while online things flowed more smoothly. Sure, you would take a few minutes, up to a few hours to respond, but Idia was busy with his games anyways, so he didn’t mind (sometimes he did, but he would do the same thing so he understood). He also talked more freely, rambling about his passions and eager for your approval. It wasn’t till one fatal text, that you realized he may have liked you more than just a friend.
Ugh, you can’t be srs
Ur lit too cute for this world
He deleted it as quickly as he sent it, but it was too late. You were already spiraling.
❥ Malleus Draconia
Ha. Hahahahaha. So, take the ‘you don’t know you’re betrothed’ trope, and multiply it by 10. Jk…kinda. So in reality, you both are kind of bad at social cues. It’s mutual. You both are quite slow to unravel any feelings. In fact, you both bond at how similar your social experiences are. Both used to people tuning out your passionate rants about the topics you loved, so you learned to keep it to yourself (until you met each other). Or how you both can be awkward in social situations, unsure what to say at certain moments and look towards the other for reassurance.
In fact, this was what caused Malleus to cherish you so. Not only were you patient and understanding, but you understood, to a certain degree. It caused the dragon to latch onto you, wishing to show you his gratitude for your friendship. You were in a similar boat. If you were exhausted from existing in the world, you knew Malleus would bring you somewhere quiet, somewhere no one could reach you if you did not wish. He would do things for you that you weren’t used to, and cared for you in ways that warmed you. After feeling alienated, Malleus was a person who showed you you weren’t alone.
Due to it being a relationship you both feared to lose, neither of you thought of anything more. Why should you question something that worked so well? Something that neither of you had to think twice about? Something that came as easily as breathing?
“Another gift?” Lilia chimes, hanging in front of Malleus upside down, amused grin tugging on his lips.
“They mentioned wanting this,” Malleus replies, like the thought of you wanting something was irrevocably wrong, and he himself will fix it.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re courting them,” The bat fae hummed, eyes crinkling with joy. Malleus blinked, brain working overtime, because Lilia had a point. Malleus’ love for you was as deep as a never ending void, he would do anything in his power to make you happy, and all he wanted in return was your smile aimed towards him (though he also finds your bashfulness adorable).
It was then that Malleus went from friendship mode, to courting mode. You, on the other hand, were completely unaware. I mean why should you have thought differently? He treated you no differently than before, it was only his intentions that switched. Of course, this only amused Lilia all the more, after all, who doesn’t love to watch young love bloom? (Sebek)
“At this rate, you’re gonna become fae royalty,” Ace grumbles, eyeing yet another gift that appeared in your dorm.
“How in the world would I do that?” You asked, genuinely confused. Malleus was one of your closest friends, sure, but in order to become royalty that would mean marrying him, and you doubt the dragon fae saw you in such a light.
“You’re basically drowning in jewels!” Ace exclaims, pointing out the jewelry that adorned you. Your face flushes at the implication, and the creeping dread of the possibility of Ace having a point.
“Mal said he had extra…” Even your defence sounds pathetic.
“You even have nicknames for each other,” Deuce points out.
“I have nicknames for you too,” You glare. “Dumb and dumber.”
Your deflection does nothing as the two continue to tease you relentlessly for how unaware you were about something so ‘obvious’ (it really wasn’t but okay). The next time Malleus treats you to something, whether it be a fancy dish catered to your liking, an outing you mentioned you wanted to do, or another ‘small’ gift he just stumbled upon, you can’t help but notice the hearts in his eyes as he awaits your reaction, and it’s only then do you realize you’re doomed.
SUMMARY. everyone on levi's squad wonders where he disappears to when they get time off in wall sina.
CONTENTS. fluff, secret relationship, the scout find out levi is in love, doctor!reader, established relationship, levi gets a minor injury, canon universe, she/they pronouns for hange, no warnings bc this is all just very sweet
based on this ask here ♡
The first time that Levi met you, he’d been too rough around the edges, a newly freed man from the underground with one too many health issues and a sickly complexion.
Against his will, Erwin had sent him in for a medical examination, a requirement he’d been forced to endure before officially joining the Survey Corps. It seemed a life with minimal sunlight had lasting effects on the human body. Levi thought that was a reasonable assumption.
He’d suffered through the check-ups, holding his tongue when the doctors prodded at him with invasive hands and told him what nutrients he needed more of. He’d taken their advice, for the most part.
You were still a nurse back then, holding a strong desire to help people and eyes with an innocence that would never last. When the doctor had been running late one evening, you’d come in to check Levi’s pulse, asked if he had any pain.
He’d stared at you for a moment, and for the first time in his life, fumbled for the right words to say.
Trivial things like beauty had never been important to Levi, but your smile had been the only image in his mind for days.
You’d visited him again for another check-up the next day.
And Levi was, really, perfectly fine. He knew there was nothing seriously wrong with him. Though, you had been so eager to do your job, so happy to help a fragmented man, that he let you take care of him for a week and, ridiculously, pretended that he was in much more pain than he actually was.
A hesitant sort of bond started between you after that. You were still intimidated by his brashness, and he was too afraid of his own feelings to ever let himself accept that he found you enjoyable to be around.
Although, whatever he felt ceased to matter after that. Levi officially became a scout, lost the only two people that cared about him, and hardened even more.
Years passed before he saw you again, and by then, you’d become a doctor, saved more patients than you lost, and built a name for yourself.
Levi saw you much more once he became the Captain of the Survey Corps; soldiers on his squad were always getting injured, and he nearly died on a couple missions.
Somewhere along the way, he’d fallen for you. Too quickly and too easily, especially for a man like him who knew better than to care for people.
Still, he figured he was allowed at least one good thing in life, and he’d chosen that to be you. The pretty little doctor who had snuck into his heart.
“Levi?” Hange was in front of him, snapping a hand in front of his eyes, overly concerned and much too close. “Are you losing more blood? You look pale.” She prodded at him, a humored grin spreading across her mouth. “Someone might think you’ve been living underground.”
Hange laughed loudly and Levi pushed them away, irritated, and worn-out from the mission.
“I’m fine,” he said, though his ribs ached, and he couldn’t deny the pain that lingered in his side. “Just get off of me. You smell foul.”
Hange made a face. “Just plug your nose then.” A slender finger poked at his ribs again, and he recoiled, hissing. “See! You’re not okay.”
Levi’s aggravated response went unheard as Hange called a doctor over, waving their hands dramatically. A scowled embedded even deeper into his features.
“I’m fine, shithead. Stop being dramatic.”
Though his protests didn’t matter much. A man in a white coat came by after Hange’s call, adjusting a spectacle as he tucked parchment under his arm. “Is everything alright?”
“Can you please have the captain checked out? He was injured outside the walls, and I’m not sure our first aid did well at stitching him back up.”
The doctor looked over Levi skeptically, peeling back the wrapping around his middle that had already dried brown with blood. “We’ve got a lot of people in need of assistance. I can try and get a nurse to help you, but—”
“Where’s the other doctor?” Levi knew your name, of course he did, but he was afraid if he said it something would change on his face. “The younger one.”
“There are other squads that ended up worse off. She’s taking care of them at the moment.” the gray-haired doctor said, looking at his parchment. “I’ll tell her to make her way over here. I don’t know how long it will be.”
Levi could tell what the man was thinking: that he was Captain Levi, and they could afford to lose the other scouts, but they couldn’t afford to lose him. Still, Levi’s wound had been treated sufficiently. At the very least, he didn’t feel like he would pass out again any time soon.
“I can wait.” Levi looked at the other battered members of the Scouts, some of them with slices up their arms and deep gashes in their skulls. It was a sickening sight really. No one should’ve been worried about him. “These soldiers have worse injuries than I do. You should treat them first.” He glanced at Hange beside him, the glasses making their eyes look even rounder. “And take Hange while you’re at it. Maybe you can find out if there’s a cure for being an idiot.”
The doctor cracked a smile. “Come with me then, Section Commander. You seem to be free of injuries, and we need some help taking care of these soldiers.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll do everything I can.” Hange nodded and stood to follow the doctor. She sent Levi one last look before leaving. “Don’t let your wound get infected because you’re trying to play the hero.”
“I’m fine, Hange. Seriously.” He blinked at her, his expression blank, and Hange sighed before disappearing into the crowd, into the mess of carnage from another fruitless journey outside the walls.
Levi waited for a half hour, watched as more soldiers were led away from the central room into the private wing of the hospital. Someone had cracked a window, and a warm breeze of fresh air fanned into the anteroom.
It was starting to get hot again. He dreaded the summer missions that burned his skin.
The chair was stiff, but he could’ve dozed off in it, suddenly feeling more light-headed than he had when Hange left. Levi shifted, bringing a palm down to his wound. The pain was starting to get worse again. When he drew his hand away, there was more blood.
Shit. That wasn’t a good sign. The stitches mustn’t have been done properly.
He started to stand, beginning to wonder if he should just stitch the wound back up himself, when you finally approached, and the sight of you sent a wave of relief over him. You were like his very own guardian angel, illuminating the hospital with nothing more than a hopeful smile.
Immediately, Levi softened, wondering how you could get more and more beautiful every time he saw you.
“Captain Levi.” Your eyes dropped to the seeping bandage, the shoulder that wasn’t sitting right. He’d dislocated it, twisted a little too funny when slicing up a titan. The tissue there had probably worn down too much. “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for me.”
“My injuries are minimal. Thought I’d take my chances until someone competent could stitch me up properly.”
Your jaw clenched, and though you reached your hand out to him, you retracted it, remembering there were other people around. With a sigh, you pointed over your shoulder instead. “Come with me.”
Levi followed you down the hall, to a shimmering white room that smelled too much like flowers. You gathered a few supplies, and he watched you, taking a seat on the bed.
Without a word, you began unwrapping the bloody gauze, cleaning the dark wound with unfazed, sharp eyes. His chest was exposed to you, the shirt already removed.
“At least tell me you missed me before you get me undressed,” Levi said, his tone dry as you pressed a warm cloth to his skin.
You narrowed your eyes, your expression exhausted. He was certain you’d been working nonstop since the Survey Corps got back. “I did miss you, Levi,” you said quietly, wringing the blood out of the cloth. “I always miss you.”
Against his will, Levi’s heart panged in his chest. It was almost too easy for you to get a rise out of him.
You worked in silence, and Levi let you—you’d done this many times for him before, and he knew how much you hated being disturbed.
Though, you looked so sweet with your lip jutted out in focus, and he relaxed, unable to stop himself when he leaned forward to give you a kiss.
To Levi’s disappointment, you saw him coming and pushed him away, placing a bloody hand in front of your mouth to stop him. “Levi!” you shouted in exasperation, though you were far too used to him to be surprised. “I’m not done.”
He sighed, leaning back once more, though the smallest of smiles was on his lips. “I thought you were the best doctor in the interior,” he said mockingly. “Shouldn’t you be a little faster than this?”
“You should work on being more patient. It’s only been a few minutes.”
“Has it?” Levi snorted. It felt like an eternity. You were there in front of him, so lovely and focused, and he could hardly contain himself. He’d spent weeks away from you, and he couldn’t even sneak a quick kiss.
You laughed, the sound stirring up butterflies in his stomach, and he relented, the seriousness in your expression pulling him back to reality. He sat quietly and left you to do your work.
Your hands were soft against his skin as you sealed up the wound, fixed up the stitches, so gentle that he almost forgot about the pain entirely. Having you to watch certainly helped keep him distracted.
Finally, you stepped away, satisfied, and grinned. “Alright. All done.”
“You mean it?” Levi leaned forward, and the ache in his abdomen pinched. “You’re not going to wipe your disgusting palm on my face if I try to kiss you?”
A part of him was, completely serious, but another laugh escaped you as you wiped your hands on a clean rag, the blood still staining your palms. But it was his blood and Levi figured if it had already dirtied his own skin, it didn’t matter much.
He kissed you, momentarily, and the feeling of your lips brought him entirely back to life. Levi wasn’t sure what about you changed him so completely, made him feel a jolt of energy zap into him every time you were around, but he was addicted to it.
He took a breath, for a moment, his expression gentle, though he didn’t have the opportunity to kiss you again. The door had been thrown open, slamming against the wall, and Hange strolled in, wearing a wide smile and bright eyes.
“Levi,” Hange said, much too loudly, and he recoiled, wondering if they’d seen him kiss you. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Probably not then. Hange would have made that the first topic of conversation.
You smiled politely beside Levi, already placing a professional distance between you. He craved the warmth, missing you again already. “How are you, Hange? I take it you didn’t get too banged up on the mission?”
Hange laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder like old friends. “Not a single scratch.”
“A miracle, really, with the way you’re always throwing yourself into danger.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I always play it safe.” Hange turned back to Levi; lips pulled up to reveal a white grin. “I see you’re feeling better then. The doctor got you all patched up?”
“I always do,” you hid a smile behind your hand, careful not to touch it to your mouth.
Levi sighed, hating how well you two got along. He might as well have told Hange about your relationship in the very beginning. You two saw each other every time the Scouts were in the interior wall. “Didn’t you have something to tell me, Hange?”
Hange scrunched her face up, before recognition passed through it. “Right,” they said, straightening. “Erwin’s requested your presence in a meeting with Commander Pyxis and the Military Police. They’ve got a lot of questions.”
“I’m sure they do.” Levi struggled to his feet, feeling much older than he really was. He wondered when all of the hits to his body would start to catch up to him. “I’ll follow you out, then.”
Levi exchanged a look with you, conveying everything he couldn’t with Hange standing there.
“I’ll see you later then, Captain Levi. Hange.” Your smile was refined, corresponding to your current status, and you saluted like a good soldier would. Then, the two of them were off.
Hange tossed a grin over their shoulder once the two of them were outside the hospital, eyes crinkling behind thick lenses. “You look a little flushed there, Captain.”
Levi stared back at Hange indifferently, not an ounce of emotion in his cool eyes. Hange always teased him when it came to you, but he doubted she ever figured out the truth. “Is that so?”
“Why don’t you just confess your love already?” Hange said romantically, batting their eyes and holding clasped hands to her chin. “It’s been years Levi.”
“I’m sure you’re not insinuating I’ve got any sort of romantic feelings,” Levi said dryly. He was certain that he had not been blushing, and he pinched Hange’s cheek too, the pink tint there as well from the warm weather. “It’s not like it’s nearly summer.”
Hange swatted him away, their joyful expression falling as a pout formed on their lips. “Oh, you’re so boring, Levi. I’m only messing with you.”
Levi let out a weary noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, wondering how he’d managed to put up with the most insufferable person for years and years on end. “You sound like a teenager.”
After his mess of a meeting with the military police, Levi headed to one of the nicer homes at the edge of the city, an older building in Wall Sina that had managed to stay intact after the Female Titan incident.
It wasn’t his home, not really, but it was the only one he had outside of the military housing and the single private room he received as a commanding officer. And, it might as well have been his anyway—his clothes all hung in the closet, his teacups stuffed in a crowded cabinet. He was there more than he was anywhere else.
The door opened easily when he pushed the knob, and while he knew you were expecting him, he hoped you didn’t always keep it unlocked. The streets were too wrought with crime; a fact he was far too aware of.
When he opened the door, the scent of home and a freshly made meal invaded his senses, warming him to the very core of his soul. He slid his shoes off at the door, careful not to track in any mud.
You hadn’t heard him come in, too busy cutting up vegetables to throw into a pot. You hummed to yourself softly, distracted entirely by your own thoughts.
Levi smiled, admiring you for just a moment and taking in that second to carry it with him on his next mission. For so much of his life, he’d hardly had a home to come back to. It was nice to remember that he had a person waiting for him on the other side, someone that could be there for him in the moments that he didn’t want to be alone.
He snuck up behind you quietly, and you remained completely unaware until he wrapped his arms around your middle, relaxing into your body in a way he’d never been able to when he was away from you.
You jumped momentarily, but eased into his arms right after, recognizing his touch easily. One of your softer hands wrapped around his, the other still throwing chopped vegetables into the pot.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” yod, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, tranquil.
So much of his time had been spent in a world that was a living hell, trying to deal with the overarching mess that had started years ago, and being with you was the only time he could ever recover. The knowledge that he didn’t have to always be humanity’s strongest soldier with you gave him, at least, some semblance of peace.
“I hope I didn’t scare you,” he whispered, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he looked at the stew you were making. It was the best thing he had smelled in weeks, and Levi felt too spoiled after a childhood spent eating mud and garbage from the streets. “You could’ve waited for me to get home. I would’ve cooked something instead. I know you’ve been working all day, taking care of the Scouts.”
“Levi.” You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, smiling into the delicate skin. “You’ve been gone for weeks. You probably haven’t had a proper meal since you left, and you were injured. I don’t want you to strain yourself.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m glad you’re home. You can get some rest now.”
You pressed a kissed to his nose, and no matter how many times you referred to your home as his as well, a fiery warmth bloomed inside of him.
“Me too.” Levi smiled at you tiredly, brushing his thumb over your lips before retracting. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“I’ll tell you when the food is ready.”
Levi nodded, and released you hesitantly, already wanting to be around you for every moment he had in Wall Sina. Instead, he headed towards the bathroom, where he knew the soap that he preferred would be waiting for him, just as he’d left it before.
“Levi?”
He turned at the sound of your voice. You were watching him with hearts in your eyes, the very expression something he would probably never been accustomed to.
“I love you.”
Levi softened, his feet melting into the floor entirely. “I love you too.”
Your face grew so bright, and you turned back to your task, newly invigorated. Levi had gotten better at saying the words, at accepting that you wouldn’t get taken away from him just because he cared about you.
It had been a long road, certainly, but somewhere along the way he’d started to become familiar with happiness.
“Levi, what do you think of this one?” You spun in a slow circle, making sure that he saw every angle of the dress. You were watching him with a skeptical look, suspecting that he wouldn’t be honest with you.
Which was maybe true. Levi didn’t know very much about what was in style. He just thought you looked nice in everything.
“It’s pretty,” he said, indulging you with a nod. “You look very pretty.”
Despite yourself, you grew warm, smiling at yet another compliment from him. He’d said the same thing about every dress, but he loved seeing the expression on your face, the twitch of embarrassment, even though you’d been together for years.
It was rare that the two of you got to do something so calming. You were meant to go to a ball in the upcoming weeks, gain some kind of recognition for your accomplishments as a doctor, and you were in desperate need something to wear.
Of course, you’d decided the moment that Levi was home would be the perfect time to go shopping.
Though, it didn’t matter. He would’ve gone with you anyway, even if you needed an outfit or not. Levi was just so incredibly proud of you. A part of him wished he could accompany you to the ball, even if being in a stuffy room with a crowd of pretentious, wealthy men sounded like the most undesirable event in the world.
“Well, which makes me seem like I know what I’m doing?” you asked him through the mirror, the tailor doing her best not to intrude on the conversation. “I like the blue one, but do I look too young?”
“Well, you’re not old,” Levi scoffed. “Besides, I hardly think you need new a dress to let people know you’re a professional.” Though, he mulled over the question regardless, mostly taking your inquiry seriously. You were making a face at him. “I like the blue one too.”
He liked them all, really.
You smiled, letting the tailor finish up her job and Levi turned, wondering how much of a dent this would put in his wallet.
“I’ll just be a second,” you said, leaning down from your stool to kiss him. His lips curled up when they met yours. “Want to wait outside?”
“Sure.” Levi turned, and for a moment, swore he saw a flash outside, someone speeding past the window. When he looked closer, no one was there.
He ignored it, leaving a wad of cash with the store-owned and tried to remember that he no longer needed to save that money for another meal.
As he waited for you to finish up, Levi leaned against the wall, watching the people walk back and forth, paying him no attention at all. It was sometimes easy to forget that not everyone recognized him. Not everyone cared, really, that he was Captain Levi.
It was refreshing to be ignored.
“Levi,” you said wearily as you came out of the short building, and he knew what was coming next, knew what words would leave your mouth. “I told you I’d take care of it.”
“Consider it paying back a favor.” He fell into step beside you as you turned the corner, going down the narrow alley.
You creased your eyebrows skeptically, trying to catch his eyes. The ones that had brightened minimally after a night of rest in an actual bed. “A favor for what?”
“I don’t know. Letting me live in your house? For cooking for me last night?” Your frown deepened, exasperated and Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. “Just accept the gift, you idiot. I was trying to do something nice.”
You gazed at him in disbelief for another moment before laughing, the seriousness evaporating. “You’re so sweet.” You grinned, and Levi thought that was hardly the word to describe him, but you seemed so happy that he didn’t say anything. “I appreciate it a lot. Thank you.”
“Come on,” Levi said, huffing when you tried to kiss him again. “We should go back home before I run into one of those intolerable brats from my squad.”
Though, Levi really regretted the words, wondering if there was some higher being out there who just lived to cause him grief. Not a moment later, he heard a familiar voice rounding the corner, getting much too close to where he was standing.
“Armin, look! I told you. I saw him with someone.”
Levi’s jaw tightened as Eren sprinted down the alley with his smarter blond friend in tow, and a dark-haired girl who never seemed to leave his side.
The three of them nearly ran into the two of you, skidding to a stop only when they noticed you both turning the corner, and gauged the unamused expression on Levi’s face.
“What are you two doing here? Don’t you have training or something?” Levi’s voice was stern, though he knew they had the day off, just as he did. Just as you did.
“Captain Levi!” Armin straightened, looking nervous under his tense gaze. Levi wondered what it would take for that kid to gain some confidence. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to intrude. Eren just said—”
“Eren said—” Eren began, but before he could continue, Hange had also come around the corner with Erwin, the two of them laughing like they’d found something very funny.
Levi wished he had his gear so he could start swinging the blades at all of them.
“Levi,” Erwin greeted him good-naturedly, and Hange was snickering beside him, their eyes glued to the minimal space between you and him. “Eren said there was an emergency this way. What seems to be the issue?”
That little shit. Levi could’ve kicked the stupid grin right off his face again.
“Did he?” Levi said, swallowing down his anger, his expression as nonchalant as usual. “I’ve got no idea what he could possibly be talking about.”
“Eren said you two were kissing.” Mikasa spared no time for idle conversation, her eyes as hard as his own as she made the comment in a bored tone. If Levi had to guess, she’d been pulled into the situation because Eren had caught them and couldn’t keep his nose out of other people’s business.
And Hange, who had never been very good at holding back laughter, doubled over with tears gathering at the corners of their eyes.
“Oh,” you said beside him, embarrassed, and Levi softened, remembering that even though he’d kept the relationship a secret for your own safety, there really had never been a need to. You were never going to leave his life, not if he could help it, and he trusted the five people before him enough to keep it from becoming public knowledge. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, momentarily panicked. “That was my fault.”
Levi hated the look on your face; he never wanted you to look so disheartened again. He sighed. “Eren, you should learn to keep your mouth shut.”
At least, Eren had the good sense to sober up. His back became rigid, any humor disappearing from his face immediately. “Right, sir, I’m sorry. I just thought—”
“I’ve got the day off like the rest of you, don’t I? Maybe you should let us spend it in peace.” Levi boldly grabbed your hand, walking through the middle of the starstruck crowd, knowing he’d have to deal with their endless questions sooner than later.
For now, though, he just wanted a relaxing day with you by his side.
“Levi, wait! Why didn’t you tell me?” Hange’s dramatic cries rang out through the air as he glared at them over his shoulder, eyes narrowing so intensely it almost hurt.
Behind him, Eren’s cry of pain could be heard after Mikasa slapped him over the head. “Eren! I told you that was a bad idea.”
“Bye!” you said sweetly, like nothing had happened, and continued along with your hand in Levi’s, a stupid smile on your face.
When you were far enough away from lingering ears, Levi looked over to you, shaking his head. “Why do you look so happy?” he asked, exasperated, and ready to go home.
You shrugged. “I like that someone else knows that I love you.”
And though Levi would still push Eren twice as hard at the next training, he couldn’t be too mad at him after that.
note ; never written for this character or fandom before so take from that whatever you will haha 😅🫣
warning(s) ; yandere!buddha, potentially ooc!buddha, unhealthy dynamic, toxic dynamic, possessive behaviour, violence (not towards reader), manipulation, mentions of him abusing his clairvoyance
buddha is, at his core, the type of god who marches to the beat of his own drum — independent, a breaker of traditions, and wholly unswayed by outside influences like the hierarchy of heaven or the great divide between man and god — so it only stands to reason that his behaviour as a yandere would be just as nontraditional as everything else about him
for example, unnecessary violence isn’t really his style — same thing with extreme possessive or outwardly obsessive behaviour
of course he is more than capable of holding his own in a fight if he must, but it’s rare that anyone or anything is able to coaxe him into an actual battle
so he’s not going to be going out of his way to slaughter any would-be suitors or former lovers of yours anytime soon — nor is he ever going to raise a hand to you for any reason (he’s selfish and driven by his own wants and needs, sure, but even in this state he’s a very gentle and patient partner)
but if he truly believes that a show of violence is necessary to solidify his place as your partner — or if a potential rival or threat somehow manages to get him to want to fight them — then he’s more than game to get his hands dirty
but he is very manipulative — both with you as his lover, and with those around you… and that is something that he is startlingly, tragically, proficient in
if you start off as a follower or admirer who caught his eye, for example, then he’ll hold the promise of enlightenment over your head in order to keep you within his grasp — obedient, unquestioning, loyal, and blind to what he’s really doing because he’s buddha, the honoured one, what reason has he to lie to you? he’s only trying to help you, so just trust him and do what he says
if you’re a more social person then he’ll make a point of slowly isolating you and controlling when and where you get to interact with others — never making you cut others off or neglect your other relationships for him, but making enough of a point of keeping a large physical distance between himself and everyone else so you start choosing him on your own. allowing your other bonds to naturally fade away and become deprioritised over time, until you’ve made him the centre of your world without him ever having to lift a finger
and if anyone else tries to interfere with your relationship he excels at taking advantage of his public image — either as being too feckless and chill to bother being malicious, or as too revered and enlightened to ever engage in such horrific behaviour — to ensure that you never believe them, either brushing off the warnings you’re given outright or being pushed further into his arms as a result of them (out of protectiveness towards your lover or whatever else)
he even abuses his clairvoyance to keep you under an unseen lock and key, and to ensure that nobody gets close enough to rip you from his arms — using his talents to further his manipulation
and, of course, he does all of this so slowly and subtly and casually that you’re unlikely to realise what’s happening until it’s much too late
but at least it’s not all bad, as despite all of this buddha is still a pretty decent lover to have — as far as the gods go, anyway
he’s affectionate. casually, gently, in a way that feels so entirely him that it makes you melt. a kiss on the cheek here, a grab of your hips there, sharing his snacks with you when he’d sooner down the lot in one go than let anyone else have so much as a single bite, etc — he’s affectionate in public and in private, and never in a way that feels performative regardless of how briefly you’ve been courting
he makes an effort to understand you — to ‘get’ your interests, to engage you in conversation about the things you love, to meet you in the middle, to help you become the best version of yourself without forcing you to abandon or change who you are (even if sometimes his methods may not be born of the most genuine intentions) — and it all comes so naturally to him that it’s almost easy to forget that he is, in fact, a god
he never makes you feel like a dirty secret or someone to be ashamed of — he treats his love for you like it’s a fact of life, like it’s as natural as breathing, and while he isn’t loud about his affection for you he makes his favouritism and fondness so obvious that it’s impossible to miss
and he does his best to love you selflessly — despite how earthly and possessive and twisted his love for you truly is
but again, all in all, as far as the gods go there are far worse yanderes to be stuck with than buddha — because at least he has the capacity to treat you like an equal and a lover despite his obsession with you… others not so much
Tw | Your kid with the Lads guys travels back in time (Seperate) | Pre-relationship | Angst (I was feeling more angsty when writing Caleb and Valkos so erm... sorry?)
Wc | 6k
Note | Its been ages and trust I'll get back onto the lookism fanfic after this <3 Erm if you guys like it, should I make this into a mini-series of different events connected to this one? My inbox is open :)
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Xavier | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────
Light shutters through the windowpanes as a light breeze sails lazily through the room.
Your colleague, Xavier, had invited you over for takeout, though you had an inkling it was more than just that. You’d been skirting around each other for weeks now, the pining and avoidance becoming more and more intolerable as each day passes.
You were starting to dread the moments where he’d disappear for weeks at a time, his soft golden glow disappearing like a forgotten memory; you kept wondering if this would be the time he didn’t come back.
“Here,” Xavier murmurs quietly, passing you a bowl of chicken and noodle soup before sitting down with his own, the sound of a can cracking open filling the space. You felt… uncomfortable, as if your skin was on too tight.
“You aren’t going to up and disappear on me again, are you?” you ask jokingly, eyes darting to the side as you try to swallow the true fears trying to claw themselves out of your throat.
Xaviers hand clutched around the can halts just before his mouth, his body almost flinching back into the plushness of the sofa. You curse yourself for making the comment, “Just because you usually disappear for a few days after we do things like this,” you rub at the strands of hair on the back of your necks, now avoiding his eyes. “Just a quirk I noticed.”
You try your best to laugh it off, almost afraid that this’ll cause him to back of again, and you can admit, you can admit that you’d hate that.
You’d very much despise if he pushed himself away again.
“I-,” he stars, his tone unsure, before a bright, piercing light explodes across his living room. The light blinds you as you flinch away, barely noticing as Xaviers thrown back through the wall of his living room.
You wince, rubbing at your eyes as you look around the tarnished room. A human-sized hole appears at the wall between Xaviers living room and bedroom. You rush forward before toppling over a small creature.
“Shit-” you curse as you fall on the small creature that had invaded Xavier’s home.
“Mummy, you shouldn’t swear,” a small, adolescent voice says from beneath you. You jump up in shock, eyes wide as you stare at the golden hues of hair on the little boy’s head, your very own eyes staring back at you.
“M-mummy?” you stutter out, backing away from the strange child before you. The child laughs, “That’s your name, silly. I always call you mummy.”
You almost combust.
I have a child. If this is real my child has literally time travelled somehow what the heck. Who’s the father??
That makes you pause. He doesn’t particularly look like Xavier; his hair is a tad lighter, and he seems to have taken on most of your features.
Your shoulders slump slightly. With Xavier’s current behaviour, you’re almost sure the boy isn’t his child. Which means it either didn’t work our or it never happened in the first place.
You can’t help but smile at the child sadly, your hand coming down to squeeze his. You’re sure this bizarre anomaly was the work of a wanderer or protocore, so you’ll have to figure out a way you can send him back safely.
You kneel down so you’re face to face with your child, “Mummy’s brains gone a bit funny, Star. Can you bonk your name in her head again?” The child pouts, “It’s Leo, silly. I’m yours and papa’s little Star-Lion.”
Leo.
“Huh,” a sleepy voice murmurs, “Who’s this?” Xavier walks through the hole in the wall, coming up behind you to stare down at Leo.
Leo’s eyes brighten as he rushes towards the older male. “Papa!” He wails, clutching at his legs. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”
Your heart lightens only to drop again. Xavier looks like he’s in pain.
“How long?” You ask Leo, tone hard despite your efforts not to hurt the likely traumatised child.
Leo pushes away from Xavier, shaking his head, ‘no’s’ escaping his lips over and over again as fat crocodile tears drip down his cheeks. “Papa’s a liar! I hate him! He said he would come back and read me a story, but it’s been years.” He rushes to you, his hands clamping at your jumper as he cries into you.
“How old were you when you saw him last, do you remember, Leo?” you ask softly, hand running through his golden strands. He lifts his hand up.
Two.
You swallow.
“Gosh, that was so long ago, wasn’t it Leo? Let’s do some numbers; do you know how many years it’s been now, up to your current age? Be a smart boy for mummy, yeah?”
He sniffles as his face scrunches. “I think it’s been four- no five years?”
Your heart shutters.
Xavier drops to his knees beside Leo, his hands coming up to cradle his arms. “I’m so sorry Leo, I promised I’d be back, it just took a very long time. I’m back now, okay?”
Leo sniffs angrily but nods reluctantly anyway. “Can I stay here with you? Our town is ruined. There’s lots of crumbly buildings and hardly anyone lives there anymore. And the sky split open and these weird things came out, and nothing’s been happy since.”
Xavier’s face becomes crestfallen, as if he knows exactly what Leo’s talking about. You straighten your shoulders, done with skirting whatever this is between you. Xavier can either sort his disappearing rubbish out or he can stay the hell away.
“You can stay here with me, Star,” you murmur into his hair, patting his head softly. You glance up at Xavier, who’s still standing there, unmoving, barely even breathing.
He suddenly jolts to life, dropping to his knees in front of you and your newly acquired child. “What I was doing was wrong, and apparently useless anyway. I’ll be here, I promise I’ll be here, always.”
Leo peeks up apprehensively, his little finger slowly reaching towards his father’s hand. “Pinky promise?” Xavier’s lips pull up into a haunting smile, his pinkie wrapping around Leos so gently it was as if he was afraid he was made of dust.
“I pinkie promise.” He looks up at you as the words escape his lips, a promise, a determination entering his eyes that’d never brushed them before.
It was a look of promise.
Zayne | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────
Patter.
Patter.
Patter, Patter, Patter.
The storm pelts against the windows, the torrential rain only a spur onto your volatile emotions. You were honestly sick of Zayne’s walls; the icy exterior he still can’t seem to remove around you.
You’d been childhood friends for goodness’ sake. You knew you hadn’t really departed on the best of terms considering the involuntary freezing fiasco, but it was just that; involuntary.
And if that wasn’t what was keeping Zayne from you, well, you were truly hopeless then.
You stew for a few seconds longer before your courage and determination resonate within you. Storming towards Zayne’s office, you knock, wating to hear his monotone ‘enter’ before storming in.
He doesn’t bother looking up from his computer, the tap-tap of his fingers against the keyboard not stopping despite his new company.
You wait. You say nothing.
He gives you a brief look before looking back at his work. “Do you need something? We don’t have any appointments together for another few weeks.”
Your heart can’t help but quench at the words. You suddenly feel defeated, worthless almost.
“Really? So, I can only see you on a doctor patient basis now, is it? If that’s how you really feel-” you cut yourself off, shrugging as you scoff at him. You don’t notice his hands freezing against his keyboard, nor his very psyche halting unnaturally still.
“That’s not how I-” He shakes his head, looking down at his scarred hands.
“It’s not what? What is your issue with me, still? How long has it been now – what – three months? And you still can’t bare to even talk to me like a close friend. What is it? Did I do something to offend you?” Your eyes are almost crazed, but you’re sick of the avoidance, the walls, the feeling like you aren’t good enough for him.
Zayne stands from his chair, hand raking nervously through his hair. “No, of course not, I-”
A flash of blue, and skrttt of ice breaking echoes around the small, enclosed space. Shards of ice spread rapidly across the floor and walls of Zayne’s office, both your breaths coming out in smoky puffs.
A small girl, maybe seven or eight, lies curled up in a ball in the centre of the room, her limbs enclosed in ice. Louds sobs wreck through her body as she struggles to escape the clutches of the cold entity.
You and Zayne take one awkward glance before rushing at the girl encased in ice. Pressing his hand against the ice, Zayne shatters it into splinters before successfully freeing the hysterical child.
She looks up at Zayne, only to start letting out even louder and more hysterical sobs, her entire body quivering with emotional anguish.
“Daddy – you just collapsed – you stopped breathing! You were bleeding so bad, and Mummy said your heart was frozen,” her next words are incomprehensible as she sobs in Zayne’s arms; Zayne, who has been frozen since the word ‘Daddy’ left her lips.
Zayne… Zayne has a kid. And she looks so, so much like him.
And Zayne is dead, in whatever branch of the universe the girl comes from, Zayne is dead, and his own daughter had witnessed his heart freeze over and his breath escape in one final puff from his lips.
Just what type of dreadful future is awaiting us?
Her teary eyes don’t notice you there, flicking over you dismissively, and you finally realise the haunting truth in front of you; she isn’t your child.
Zayne had a child with another woman. He… kept on hating you… kept on pushing you away, even so far into the future.
A future that is now one of only peril.
Zayne clears his throat, doctor mode finally in motion as he checks over the girl. “What happened to your mum?” he asks as he makes sure she’s okay, while you just stand there in the corner watching this bizarre, haunting view.
“Mummy got swept away as I came here,” she sniffles before looking back at you, her brows pinching as she gets lost in her thoughts before- “Mummy! There’s mummy, she must have come with me,” she frowns again, completely ignoring your mental combustion at her words. “Your hair’s a different colour though.”
Zayne looks as if the very world has fallen into his hands, as if all his worries have escaped his body, yet he looks almost… guilty.
“Do you remember your name?” Zayne asks smoothly, patting a hand atop her head as he rises. “It’s Jasmine. And you’re daddy,” she points at Zayne. “And you’re Mummy. And we lived in a nice house on top of a hill, and you were married.”
You raise an eyebrow, shocked. “We were what?” Jassmine sniffles again, “You had the rings and that big party from the photos.”
You gulp, avoiding Zayne’s eyes.
We were married.
He places a gentle hand on her shoulder, guiding her away from the office. You follow after them as he takes her to his car and settles her inside before closing the door. He turns to you, his eyes severe.
“I think we should stay together for a bit, while she gets used to this timeline again, and then we need to figure out what’s going on.” He finishes before turning away, and you clench your jaw.
Zayne stops suddenly before swerving around to face you again. “About what you said earlier, we should talk more later. You were right, I was afraid, and I don’t want to be.”
You look down at the floor, foot grazing against the gravel as you avoid his eyes. It is what you wanted…
“I know you might think that I’m doing this only for Jasmine, but I’m doing it for you. For us. You were right, I was afraid of letting you in, but not because I didn’t want you to be, but because I was scared of what would happen if I did.”
He lets out a sigh.
“No more walls.” He looks at you expectantly, because he was right. You’d also had your own particular walls up.
“No more walls.”
Rafayel | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────
The seagulls were at it again, chirping and quirking outside Rafayel’s villa as if they owned the place.
You were snappy and irritable today, avoiding Rafayel for as long as you can before he sends another flurry of intent and demanding text messages your way.
You were honestly on the verge on quitting being his bodyguard; you had an allude to fifty different excuses and you were more determined every day to use them.
Today was definitely that day. You were finally done with Rafayel’s rubbish.
He would spout on and on about you never understanding Lemurians or the pain they’d felt at the hands of humans, and that you’d never understand him or his woes with his race, that this was a burden he had to face alone and that you were of no help on the matter, so you were not on a need-to-know basis.
Yeah, you could admit that you couldn’t, that those disputes and cultural differences just came with being close to a whole different species. You had just thought that the close territory you’d been encroaching on with each other would mean that he’d at least accept you into his life.
You were still crowding on the outside, a step away from the circle as you watched him claim the burden of his species and not even trust you to just stand by his side and support him and help him with anything.
You didn’t need to feel the burden of his woes to know they were his woes; you could tell just by looking at him. You just wanted to help, to lessen the sains of Ever and to help preserve the last of his species.
You just wanted to share his burden; in any way it would help, should it just be as a pillar or rock for him to lean or weep on.
You were starting to love him, and it was starting to destroy you.
Your steps are hesitant as you enter Rafayel’s art studio, a white, formal resignation letter clutched tightly in your hand.
Rafayel’s bright tune hums through the air as his paintbrush flicks over his painting, his eyes focused as he hunches from his rather tall stool.
“Cutiee~ you’re here,” he hums, not looking away from his current art project. You stalk up to his sitting form, almost thrusting the letter into his face. Rafayel scowls as he looks down at the envelope, snatching it out of your hands with a grimace before ripping open the letter.
“You’re quitting?! Cutie, why, you can’t leave me,” Rafayel pouts and acts almost childish, but you notice the panic rush across his eyes, the tight set of his shoulders and the muscle twitch in his cheek.
He hadn’t expected this.
“We just aren’t compatible as employee and employer anymore, Rafayel,” you state plainly, arms crossing over your chest. Rafayel side eyes you, “So we can be more than employee and employer?” he teases, yet as you shake your head ‘no’, his face blanks.
He jumps down from the stool, eyes zeroed in on your face, “Why?”
You scoff. “You know why. We just aren’t compatible in any way, even as friends. It would be better if we parted ways. We’ll never truly understand one another so that means any type of relationship we could have would always be shallow and without any depth. I won’t be suffering those types of dynamics in my life any longer. Thank you for your time and employment,” you say placidly before swerving around to leave, taking one unsteady step at a time.
Yet, before you can reach the door, Rafayel’s hand clenches around your forearm as he forces you back around to face him. “What do you mean shallow?” he demands, and you realise that this is going to be one of the rare times Rafayel actually takes you seriously.
“You really don’t get it, do you,” you let out a derisive scoff as Rafayel’s eyebrows pinch, confused. “Well, I know you think that I’ll never understand your struggles, that I’ll never fit into your world. Well excuse me if I start to believe that and permanently remove myself from the equation.”
Rafayel looks scared now, no, he looks terrified. As if the worst was happening all over again, as if he was losing you again. And he looks like he knows it’s his fault this time.
That it’s on him.
“No, cutie, I don’t believe that at all, I-”
Rafayel’s cut off by a loud ripple echoing through the air. Not long after, a splash of glowing, bioluminescent water coats the floor of the studio. A small toddler stews about the soaked floor, heart-quenching sobs raking his body violently.
He jolts up in terror, eyes wide and crazed as his pink-blue gaze darts around the room before pausing on Rafayel. “Daddy!” the boy wails out, scrambling up onto his little legs as he throws himself at Rafayel.
Rafayel looks down at the boy in shock, his limbs frozen as his own eyes lock onto the scales scattered across the boy’s neck and shoulders. “Daddy?”
The boy’s scrunched face looks up, “It’s Kai, Daddy. I thought me an mama would never see you again. Those bad men took you in that glass cage and hurt mummy. She was just on the floor with red paint on her chest and she wouldn’t wake up.” Kai sobs even harder, his hands clutching at Rafayel’s pant legs with no intention of letting go.
“Isn’t that your mummy?” You freeze as Rafayel points at you.
He’s… assuming I’m the mother?
You try your best to ignore the red peaking through your ears as you gaze down at Kai, approaching him with fast yet steady steps, kneeling beside him as he scrutinizes you. His eyes widen, “Mummy! You’re awake! You weren’t waking up when I shook you earlier.” He grabs your hand in a surprisingly strong grip as he drags you into the ‘family hug’.
Rafayel’s eyes star unblinkingly into your own, “Me and cutie are here now, Kai. We aren’t going anywhere.”
You suppose that means your resignation letter has been rejected.
Sylus | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────
The N109 zone was such a dark, rotting cesspool of the worst of the worst.
You were finding it hard to believe Sylus was one of them; to you at least. You just wouldn’t admit it. He was still a criminal at the end of the day, and that did not resonate with you or your job.
Gosh, just having the hunter’s association find out you were in contact with the leader of Onychinus would ruin you; your career would be over, and you had no doubt about being arrested, too.
So, despite the rocky start and the smooth sailing now, you were still hesitant to push things further. What if you made the wrong choice? What if it wasn’t worth it?
What if you… aren’t good enough for him?
You just don’t know where to stand, where or when to move forward.
How to move forward.
Which was why the impending conversation was not something you wanted to happen and were currently trying to find a way to discretely escape Sylus’s base.
“Where are you going, sweetie?” A drawling voice calls from behind you, causing you to freeze at the window you were currently halfway through, your right leg dangling down on the other side of it.
“Erm, away?” You reply sheepishly, trying to discreetly inch away still. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as a swirl of red mist wraps around your form and flies you back onto the living room floor.
“And why are you doing that, sweetie?” he asks, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. He always seems so… unbothered, so unmoved by your meddling ways.
You swallow nervously, “Because… I just think its best if we keep this… relationship… strictly to business.” You don’t notice the flicker of sadness flash across his eyes or the minor clench in his left hand as he reaches out to grab you.
His eye lights up as he stares straight into your soul.
Devour him.
You don’t want this, you don’t want him to know what your thinking, what your scared off when involving him. “What’s wrong?” He states it plainly.
You swallow, “I just don’t think going any further than we have already will benefit us, or anyone really. We aren’t kindred spirits at all, if anything we’re complete opposites and I…” You cut yourself off, wincing as Sylus scowls in confusion.
“I jut know you’ll regret going there with me. I’m… not like you.”
“You think you aren’t good enough for me?” He hits the nail on the head, and you wince, avoiding his eyes. He can’t help but let out a scoff. “You think I would have gone as far as to get you into the N109 Zone, go through all that trouble of getting you to resonate with me, and spending all this time with you, if I thought you were anything but the most important person in my life?” His hands cradle your neck.
“No, sweetie-”
The security alarms blare across the room, loud and deafening. Sylus snatches you against him as he lunges across the room, away from the swirling black orb that’d appeared behind where you’d previously been standing.
A swirl of black and red mist burst out of the orb before two small bodies collapse on Sylus’s living room floor; two young girls with hair as white as snow and eyes as blood as rubies. There’s no mistaking it; they are Sylus’s kids.
They sob and cling against each other, eyes wide with terror as tremors rock through their tiny bodies. They look hesitantly around the room before locking their eyes on you and Sylus, cornered in by the far back wall.
“Mummy!” They scream in unison, their tiny bodies catapulting into your frozen arms. Their tiny hands clench and pull at you hysterically, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around them.
Me and Sylus had… kids?
You swallow as you look over your shoulder at Sylus, who’s gazing on this scene before him with a mixed look of wonder and amazement.
He looks… almost hopeful.
“What happened?” You ask apprehensively, your worried gaze passing over the young girls. They couldn’t be any older than three, and to look so trauma-addled already…
“Raven and you went away with the baddie, so I went to go find you, but I got lost. Then a bunch of baddies got hold of me and they put us in a glass box. Daddy came and saved us,” she peaks over at Sylus, her body freezing, as if only just noticing his presence behind you.
“Daddy is here! But he was on the floor when we last saw him, and mummy you were really, really sad cause he jumped in front of you when that baddie came at you so quickly.” Sylus clears his throat as he kneels beside you, bringing you and the girls into his embrace.
Sylus had died. He had died protecting you.
With that, and everything he had let out seconds before the twins had abruptly appeared in his living room, you suddenly felt sure for the first time.
As if this had been the single moment of clarity, of assurance, to believe he could actually… love someone like you; someone who is so different from him.
Sylus leans over to whisper in your ear. “See, sweetie? We are true kindred spirits.”
You swallow, giving him a hesitant smile back.
“Eugh, Ari, they’re at it again,” Raven says to her sister, who you now know the name off. Ari gives a little teary giggle. “Mummy always gets cooties from daddy. They disappear together at night, and mummies always tired the next day.”
You choke on your own spit, face flashing a deep red as Sylus lets his usual rich-man chuckle escape. “Hear that, sweetie?” You give him a light punch to the arm, ignoring the feel of the hard muscles.
You can’t look him in the eyes, too flustered to do anything but stare at the girls… who came from sex.
I’m… going to have sex with…Sylus. Bossman Sylus, big-man Sylus… beefy Sylus-
You cut your thought trail off before it can go wandering too far into unforeseen waters. You peek a quick glance at Sylus, scowling as he smirks at you knowingly.
“No excuses now, sweetie.”
Oh no.
Caleb | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────
Caleb was alive.
He’d been alive the entire time.
You still couldn’t get over it, even months later, even after the touring chip fiasco.
He still acted so… nonchalant about it, so dismissive of your worries, despite him still being under their control.
You were afraid to wake up one day and see him gone, to see him vanish from this plain of earth, never to be seen again.
You just can’t do it anymore, just can’t keep watching himself go so far… and for what?
You death stare the cocktail can in front of you, fingers tapping agitatedly against Caleb’s kitchen counter.
“What’s up, Pips?” Caleb calls from the bathroom, his toothbrush hanging by the side of his mouth as he leans casually against the doorframe.
“Why do you still push me away?”
He stills for a second before taking the toothbrush out of his mouth and disappears back into the bathroom. A few seconds later he’s storming over to you with a frown on his face.
“What do you mean, Pips? We’re here together, aren’t we?” he asks, his brows pinched. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes as you abruptly stand up from the breakfast stool.
“Yeah, we just hand around like we’ve always done, skirting around the big ass elephant in the room.” Caleb’s jaw clenches, and he opens his mouth to argue.
You shove your hand up, silencing him before he can even speak. “No, I need to say this. I’m never gonna know if one day I’ll wake up and learn you’ve gone and exploded again. Or worse; that you’ve gone and actually died.”
Caleb tugs at his hair, eyes blank and empty. “What do you want me to do? I’m a fleet colonel, bad things happen. It’s just part of the job.”
You let out a derisive laugh. “Oh please, you know damn well that’s not what I’m talking about!” You can’t help but let your voice raise an octave.
Caleb crowds into you, his eyes harsh and angry. “Then what is it, huh? That you just can’t stand that I’m trying to protect you? That I’m trying to keep Ever off your reckless back, so you don’t go and die or worse, become a fucking experiment again!”
You flinch back, hurt bleeding into your eyes as your mouth pinches. You can feel the tears starting to gather at your eyes, but you refuse to show any weakness around him in this state.
“So that’s what you really think of me, huh? Just a reckless, annoying little girl you have to watch so she doesn’t go and get herself killed. What are you, my watchdog now?” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you create space between you. “But I get it. Even after all this time, you still can’t get over that, can you? Despite all the hints, the obvious hints. Well, you know what, Caleb?” You spit out, eyes blazing on his harsh ones.
“I get it. You’ll never be able to get over that, clearly, despite me saying that I don’t care! -”
A heavy mechanical hum fills the air as you flinch backwards, your eyes swerving to the cosmic rip in the middle of Calebs kitchen. The space ripples as the sound of cosmic rips scratch across the room, and a young boy, maybe eleven or twelve, appears outside the rift before it closes behind him.
He looks just like Caleb.
Caleb, who’s currently looking at the child with immense suspicion, until he says “Dad!” He says this wildly, almost crazed. “How are you here, you were- you were dead.”
You inhale audibly, eyes wide as they dart over to Caleb, who’s looking down at this pre-teen with a mix of shock, wonder and anguish.
So, I was right. He went and got himself killed just like I thought he would. Just like I’d always feared.
Caleb winces, as if hearing your thoughts as he watches multiple emotions flash across your face.
“And so were you, Mum.” This time he turns to you. You let out a choking sound as you stare at Caleb with wide eyes. This was your child…together.
“You aren’t really them, are you?” He asks, watching the to of you sadly. “You look so young compared to when I last saw you.”
You look at him sadly, “What happened to you?”
“Turns out I’ve got a cocktail mixture of dad’s evol and yours. Resonance makes a hefty power boost, you know? Made my gravity evol much stronger.” He pauses, scratching at his head. “Anyway, I was running away from the last few soldiers of Ever and accidently made a… erm, cosmic rift?” He rubs at the back of his head. “I’m not sure really. But I got sucked through it and then ended up here.”
Damn.
“How long have we been dead?” Calebs tone… it’s one you don’t hear often; it sends a shiver down your spine.
“About six months, give or take. I suppose I should be more shocked but I’m just… relieved, really.” He sounds so mature, yet you aren’t surprised with what he’d been through already.
“What’s your name?” you ask softly as you come near, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder before giving a tentative smile. “Ryke. My name is Ryke.”
“Well, Ryke. I think you should stay here with us for a while. Maybe we can… change our fate, so to speak,” Caleb suggests, and your son looks so relieved that you aren’t surprised with his quick nod.
Caleb looks over at you, his eyes… sadder.
“I hear you,” he says softly, finally. Words you had been waiting to hear for so long.
I hear you.
Valko | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────
Your apartment is cold, dreary almost.
You could almost taste the emotional turmoil in the air; your own emotional turmoil.
You were waiting on him now, Valko that is.
It had been a shock when he’d come out to you as a werewolf, but you’d accepted it to have been an integral part of him and loved it.
You love it still, really. Cuddling his fluffy tail between your legs as you fingers play and pinch with his plum-coloured ears.
You had such fond memories of Valko, yet he couldn’t accept you.
You were too human, to un-wolf like. Too other to him.
You were sure his family despised you, and for Valko, family meant everything. To him, it was clear that you weren’t worth the price of losing his family.
So, whatever. You weren’t going to be dragged along any longer, just because he was too hesitant to actually let you go. No, instead he was dragging you along like a good little sheep as you did what you were told; You were kind to his horrid cousins who laughed at your lack of smell sense. You were amicable to his horrid grandma who looked down on you for not being at the mans beck and call twenty-four seven.
You just sat there and took it like a little bitch, even if, yeah, he did stand up for you. He did tell them off. Yet, you could still feel the separation of your species. You could tell he’d never fully let you in, not really. So far, silence had been better than actually acknowledging what was wrong.
And you were sick of yourself, of your people pleaser nature, of letting people walk all over you and making excuses for it, for pretending nothing was going on.
But they were going on; your feeling of being an outsider, of always standing on the edge of the circle and never being invited into the middle.
You weren’t good enough to be in the middle.
You hear the front door open, yet you don’t bother turning from your seat as Valko enters into the main living space. You hear the clatter of his shoes, the rustle of his white shirt as he places his suit-jacket against the arm of your chair.
“Love, are you okay?” He asked, concerned. You clench your jaw, pointing to the chair opposite you as a gesture for him to sit down.
You were ready to get this over with.
“I think we should go our separate ways.”
Valko pauses, his broad shoulders flinching backwards before slumping. “I- Why?”
You look down at your nervously clasped hands. “Honestly, I could cope somewhat with your family’s hatred of me, I could. I can admit they you’re great in that regard, of defending me against them. But you… we’re two different species, Valko, and I feel like that’s something you can’t seem to get past, even after all this time.”
There, you’ve laid it out bare at his feet, like a ripe steak for the taking.
Valko swallows, “You mean so much to me, I don’t care about any of that, believe me, I-”
A static hum fills the air before a flashing purple light blinds the room in its vicious embrace.
A small boy, about three years old, lays shivering against the floor, his tiny, trembling body wrapped in a tight ball. His plum-coloured tail wraps protectively around his torso while his wolf ears quiver above his mop of purple hair.
Valko lets out a sharp inhale, to which the boy immediately reacts to. He jumps up, looking between you and Valko with wide, vicious eyes before he rushes at you, standing at your legs before he turns around and hisses at Valko.
“Leave Mama alone! You left her when you went with those bad men, and they took you into that silver cage. You can’t come back now!” The boy’s little fangs are borne still in Valko’s direction, who’s still with shock.
The boy looks almost rabid, and clearly extremely traumatised. And he’s your… son. With Valko.
Valko takes a few tentative steps forward, his neck bared in submission as he holds his hands up. “I didn’t want to leave your Mama. I love your Mama too much to have done that willingly.”
You freeze, eyes wide with shock at his admission. Valko, he, well he loves you? You almost wouldn’t have believed it, if it weren’t for the look of adoration and wonder in his eyes as he looks at the boy and you.
The boy scowls. “Mama did say ‘Orion, your Papa will make his way back to us,’ but you never did! You just disappeared and Mama only kept saying about you being in the sky!”
Valko… died?
“I promise I’m here now, Orion. For you and your Mama. I’ll always be here, whenever and wherever you need me. I promise it on my very soul; I would never leave you willingly. Never.”
Orion scowls, but it seems less angry, more apprehensive.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
He looks straight at you when he says this, promising to always be there, to never leave you because of you not being a werewolf.
To… accept you as you are, as you have of him.
I promise, he says with his eyes, I love you too much to ever stand being apart from you.
From the Future, They Came, To the Future, They Go
A Floyd Leech x Yuu fic
summary: Floyd's daughter gets sent back in time, meeting her parents, and ends up revealing a secret that was supposed to be hidden. Luckily, the secret is exposed to only a few.
alt summary- Floyd's daughter ensures she exists in the future
The Mostro Lounge was running like usual, customers chatting amongst one another as the staff worked hard to keep up with the demand. It was a pleasant evening, the atmosphere rather calm and enjoyable for most patrons- except for one.
A child.
Now, one may ask, why would a child of all things, be here, at Night Raven College? Well, to answer that question, the child in question, Orelia, had done something that any child would have done in her situation- ignore their mother’s warning against touching a certain item, and now, dear Orelia is dealing with the consequences of their actions.
Young Orelia had hidden herself at a corner, where there wasn’t a lot of traffic going on. It was near the aquarium, or whatever it was, staring at the jellyfish and any other marine animals that may make themselves known.
Orelia could easily identify most of the fishes, so for a good amount of time, she just quietly identified the names of the creatures as they came and went. She probably was there for a good ten minutes until someone, at last, realized that there was something that was amiss.
It was Jade Leech.
The teenager, who had been manning the counter, was told by the staff that there was a child within their lounge, asking whether or not they should escort the small person to the headmaster in order to locate their parent’s whereabouts. Jade had instructed them not to do so, instead taking the task upon himself, curious about the situation.
Why was there a child in the Mostro Lounge? Where are their parents? Were they causing trouble? Did the patrons know?
Question after question swam in his mind, as he went on over to the child. The moment he was near, not even ten feet away, Orelia had turned her head to see the new visitor.
“Uncle Jade,” She called out, her brows furrowed as she took in the appearance of Jade, “Where am I? Where’s mama? Where’s papa?”
Taken aback, Jade scrutinized the child, taking note of their appearance. “How do you know my name?” That wasn’t the only question he had, of course. The child in question had a striking resemblance to him and his brother, although, there were a few traits that were not like their own.
“Because you’re papa’s brother?” Orelia said, tilting her head, confused. It was unsettling for the child to be unrecognized, by her uncle of all people, especially in a place that was unknown to her.
“What’s your name, child?” Jade didn’t know what to do with the look-alike of his brother. Originally, the plan was to take the child to the headmaster and have him sort it all out, although, the more he looked at the child, the more obvious it was that they were kin of some sort.
“Orelia Leech,” the child softly replied. They were already tired, despite only having been there for a good 20 minutes. Everything was bright and new- and exhausting.
“Well,” Jade began, “I’ll take you to your… papa… and then we’ll talk to the headmaster to take you to your mama, okay?”
“Okay, Uncle Jade.”
Orelia lifted her small arms up, gesturing to Jade to pick her up. Jade let out a small chuckle, complying to Orelia’s commands.Orelia was petite, so it was rather easy to pick her up, if not a bit heavy. It was rather strange, to hold a child, but Jade didn’t mind, at least, not too much.
Surely, if anyone saw them now, one would likely mistaken them for siblings, if not father and daughter.
Jade made his way to the kitchen, ignoring the looks he received from the other staff. There, Floyd was at the stove, cooking away. It seemed like he was in a good mood, the food looking rather delicious at the moment.
“Papa!” Orelia called out, waving a free arm to get Floyd’s attention. Floyd glanced over, a smile making its way onto his face. He finished his dish, and walked over to his brother, giving one of the other staff an order to carry out the cooking for the rest of the evening.
“Papa, you’re here!” Orelia beamed, her toothy grin showing off her sharp canines. The sight of her supposed father rejuvenated her, her energy returning.
“Eh? What’s this all about, Jade?” Floyd asked, already shifting out of his uniform without care. The three headed towards the employee room, Orelia comfortable in Jade’s arms. She didn’t seem to mind her father stripping from his work clothes.
“This child, Orelia, claims to be your daughter.”
“Is that so? Heh,” he leaned in close to Orelia, their traits mirroring one another, “She does look more like me than you, doesn’t she? Now this is interesting, no?”
“Where’s mama?” Orelia asked, glancing between the two teenagers, everyone now in the employee room. Floyd went over to a locker to get his school uniform.
“Mama?” Floyd asked, looking at Jade for an answer. Jade only shrugged in response, not knowing either.
“So.... Mama’s not here?” Orelia pouted, one of her canines slightly poking out.
“We’ll check with the headmaster first, Orelia,” Jade reassured her. That seemed to help, as Orelia stopped pouting, instead adorning a gloomy expression. As soon as Floyd was done, they all went their merry way...
/
“It appears that the child is from the future.”
Crowley let out a sigh, having yet another problem on his hands. Instead of another world, like Yuu, the child seemed to have come from the future. The headmaster pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed at the circumstances.
“Is that why mama’s not here?” Orelia asked, her eyes beginning to water. She was clutching onto Floyd, her tight grip on his clothes serving as a small annoyance. The mer didn’t mind, however.
“Well,” Crowley paused, unsure of the next thing to say. “I cannot determine whether or not your mother is here, young Orelia. However, you have my word that I’ll send you back to where you came from, child. Worry not, for you shall reunite with your true parents!”
“Okay…”
“So, she really is my kid, huh?~” Floyd said with a certain awe, looking down at Orelia. Having children wasn’t exactly on his to-do list for the future, but nonetheless, it did most certainly seem fun. On his way to Crowley’s office, there were multiple detours that had taken place, mostly to just mess around with the other students. Fortunately for them, and unfortunately to those who were victims, Orelia is a rather well rounded prankster.
“Most certainly,” Crowley bellowed, interrupting the small moment that was going on between Orelia and Floyd. “Do be careful, who knows what sort of trouble she’ll bring, if she’s your daughter. Now, run along, I’ll get back to the three of you once I finish the arrangements for young Orelia to return home.”
“Understood.” Jade gave a smile as Floyd picked up Orelia in his arms, the trio then leaving Crowley’s office. They understood, although that did not necessarily mean that they would follow his orders.
/
Orelia ran around the courtyard, her excited squeals heard throughout. Floyd walked alongside Jade, as they conversed about the current situation.
“She’s quite the energetic child, isn’t she?” Jade glanced at his brother, smiling. “I must say, she takes on after you. Although, I wonder… who is the mother?”
“Eh, it’s probably far off in the future,” Floyd replied, “There’s no women here, right? If the kid’s right, then I- where’s Orelia?”
The twins looked around them, not seeing Orelia within their sight. Their once amused expression fell, cursing loudly as they separated and began searching for Orelia.
It wasn’t even a minute into their search did they hear a loud “papa!”, the twins turning their head towards the direction of the sound. It was out of their sight, so the two had to walk to where they thought Orelia was at.
Sure enough, they found Orelia, with a flustered Yuu and a curious Grim. As soon as Orelia saw Floyd, her smile widened, showing her great happiness to those who care to see.
“Oh? Hello Koebi-chan!” Floyd greeted Yuu.
“Good afternoon, Yuu,” Jade did the same.
Yuu was seated at one of the many benches, Orelia sitting at her lap, petting Grim.
“Oh… Hello Jade… Hello Floyd….” Yuu didn’t quite look like they were doing well, yet it seemed like Orelia liked their presence.
“Papa!” Orelia exclaimed, earning a displeasured look from Yuu, “I found mama!”
At those words, Yuu’s face became pale, confusion prevalent on their face. “Eh? One of the twins? Papa? Eh? Ehhh??”
“Heh, didn’t Orelia tell ya? She’s from the future, and apparently my daughter,” Floyd answered, taking a seat beside Yuu, who was still processing the information. Jade took the other side, giving Yuu an ominous smile.
“Oh well, I… uh….”
“Mama?”
“Ehhhhhhhh…..”
“Great, you broke my henchman,” Grim huffed, although he was purring from Orelia’s petting.
“Mama’s your henchman?”
“Mhmm. Best henchman there ever was..mmmm…” Orelia increased her head pats, Grim’s purring increasing in volume. While Grim’s purring would usually act as a stress reliever for Yuu, it became apparent that Yuu wasn’t calming down in the slightest.
“Mama, is this true?” Orelia looked up at Yuu, who couldn’t even bring themselves to speak.
“Yea, is this true?~” Floyd egged, leaning closer to Yuu. The Ramshackle Prefect looked ready to die at that moment, as they opened their mouth, but closed it, repeatedly, gaping like a fish.
“My, is Yuu speechless?” Jade didn’t help with the predicament, taking a turn to tease the prefect.
“Mama? Speechless?” Orelia puffed, “Papa! Uncle! You’re teasing mama again!”
“Oh? Again?~”
“Is that so?”
Orelia nodded, pouting, “You two always make fun of mama! You guys never let her do the same thing to you two!”
“Oh?~”
“Now that I think about it,” Jade began, his eyes trained on Yuu, “Orelia has been calling you mama, and referred to you as ‘her’... Do you have something to say for yourself, Yuu?”
“I…. can… explain…. Hahhhhh….” Yuu didn’t exactly want their secret to have been exposed like this, having worked hard to keep appearances up. Only Sam, the shopkeeper, had known of Yuu’s apparent crossdressing.
“Is our dear Yuu a crossdresser? I don’t think I would’ve noticed if Orelia hadn’t said anything, heh.~”
Yuu nodded, resigning to fate. They could already hear the choir and the gates of heaven opening, ready to accept Yuu into their midst.
“Mama, what’s a crossdresser?”
Orelia’s voice brought Yuu back down to earth, a headache pounding away in their head. They inhaled slowly, feeling everyone’s eyes on their figure. Yuu silently prayed that this would be the only time their crossdressing would have been exposed.
“Well,” Yuu softly began, their hands shaking, “A crossdresser is someone who dressed to look like the opposite gender. In my case, I’m dressing like a boy.”
“But why, mama?”
“Because this school only has boys, so I had to dress like one. I might get in trouble if people found out if I was a girl,” Yuu explained to Orelia, trying to ignore the Leech twins. Ignoring them proved futile, their stomach already churning from all the stress from the situation.
“Don’t worry, Prefect, we’ll keep your secret!~” Floyd laughed, his words bringing no sense of security whatsoever to poor Yuu.
“Gee, thanks…” Yuu practically deflated, wrapping their arms around Orelia and hiding their face within the crook of her neck. Orelia didn’t mind, although she had a puzzled look on her face.
“Mama, are you having one of your moments again?” Again?? Yuu didn’t know what to think- their future child, in their lap, the twins beside them, and best? Worst? Of all, Floyd was the father of their future child, perhaps meaning that Yuu had developed a relationship of sorts with Floyd.
It didn’t help with the fact that Yuu had a small, tiny, crush on the unpredictable twin, nor did it help knowing that Yuu will never return to their original world.
“Perhaps we should give Yuu some space,” Jade wisely offered, knowing that if he pushed more of Yuu’s buttons any further, who knows what will become of the Ramshackle Prefect.
“Ehhh? But I wanna spend more time with my future wife and daughter,” Floyd pouted, ever so casually throwing the words “wife” and “daughter”, causing Yuu to tighten their grip on Orelia.
The embarrassed prefect let out a low whine, causing Grim to stop purring.
“Tsk, if you’re still gonna tease the prefect while the great Grim is around, might as well bring me some tuna!”
“Grim…” Yuu groaned, “Not helping.”
“Mama?”
“...hmm?”
“Do you have candy?”
“Yea,” Sitting up now, a small smile now finally present on Yuu’s face, “I got candy.”
“Can I have some?”
“ ‘Course, kid.”
Their phrases didn’t seem to hold any meaning at first sight, yet, after Yuu was pulled out some candy from their backpack that lay nearby, they boop'ed Orelia’s nose, laughter heard, and then discreetly handed Orelia the candy. They put a finger up to their lips, giving a wink, acting as if it was all a big secret, despite the fact that both Floyd and Jade were there to witness the exchange.
“Ehh? I want some candy too!” Floyd nudged in, placing his head onto Yuu’s shoulder.
“Eh?” Yuu glared at the mer, “You didn’t say it correctly. So. No.”
“Do you have some candy?” This time, it was Jade that asked.
And like before, Yuu replied, “Yea.”
“Can I have some?”
“Sure!” Chipper as one could be, Yuu reenacted the same actions as earlier, Floyd giving a whine as he saw it all unfold.
“Well, if ya want one, then ask properly!” Yuu gave a sneer, as Grim only nodded in response, being oddly quiet for once.
“Fine, fine,” Floyd grumbled, “Do you have some candy?”
“Yep!”
“Can I have some?”
“Sure!” Like before, Yuu gracefully handed Floyd the candy, who only cheered in response. The candy in question was a simple butterscotch candy and the strawberry ones that Old Women carry often, never to be found in any known stores.
With Yuu’s mood having become much better, the crossdressing aspect had left everyone’s minds by now. For a good while, the five of them remained at the courtyard, acting as proper teenagers for once. Every once and a while, Orelia would run around, hooking her family into her shenanigans, sometimes playing games with one another, sometimes on unsuspecting innocents.
/
As with all things, good things must come to an end. Orelia had tired themselves out, Yuu carrying them as they all headed to the Mostro Lounge. The walk remained silent, out of respect for Orelia. Floyd sang a semi-quiet song, humming just quiet enough to not wake Orelia.
Upon reaching their destination, an angry Azul awaited them, alongside a tired Crowley.
“Hey, Azul.~” Floyd spoke first, seemingly irritating Azul even more.
“Where were you all? You know you’re not to leave your jobs when you’re on the floor, Jade, Floyd.” Azul said, his arms crossed, his face adorning a scowl.
“Please, Azul, “ Crowley shook his head, “It’s not everyday that your future offspring magically appears in front of you, now is it?”
“Well, yes-”
“Now, don’t be so hard on them, dear Azul.”
Azul glared at the headmaster, although he kept quiet. Crowley ignored his glare, taking a step closer to Yuu, confused as to why the Ramshackle Prefect was there, holding a sleeping Orelia and Grim.
“Is the child asleep?” Crowley asked, a bit quieter.
Yuu nodded, albeit tiredly.
“I see. We’ll wake them up once we arrive at the mirror, now, follow me!”
Crowley led the way, Yuu following and Floyd and Leech right behind them. The way to the mirror didn’t take long, thankfully, as everyone soon found themselves at the same mirror used to teleport to different areas, the same one used to sort people into dorms.
Yuu didn’t want to let go of Orelia, but they knew that Orelia had to go back to the future, where the future versions of Yuu and Floyd awaited. Yuu had hoped that they wouldn’t give Orelia too harsh of a punishment for being missing for too long- but would Yuu from the future even remember this moment?
Yuu gently shook Orelia, waking her up and as well as Grim.
“5 more minutes… mama… papa…”
Yuu smiled softly, “Orelia, you need to wake up.”
“Huh…?”
Floyd came over, gently picking up a confused Orelia, an unusual expression on his face. Jade was afar, watching, observing. “Hey kiddo,” he gently cooed, “You gotta go to the future so that Yuu and I can create you and have lots of fun with ya.”
Orelia yawned, but she understood, giving a small nod, sleep still trying to lure her back in, yet the child’s will was far stronger. She looked at Crowley, who gave his usual creepy smile.
“Now, place your hand on the mirror and think of your home. I made it so that it will take you right back home, at the correct time!” Crowley proudly said, gesturing to the mirror.
Orelia nodded, doing as told. The mirror shone brightly once she did so, the room enveloping in the light.
“Thank you, mama! Papa! And Uncle Jade!”
The light blinded everyone, no true goodbyes said.
“Ehhhh??? She didn’t say goodbye to the Great Grim!?” Grim complained, as he settled onto Yuu’s shoulder.
“You may see her in the future,” Yuu told them, the light dimming down. Orelia was gone, presumably in the future. Floyd looked like he was in tears, as well as Jade although it was more subtle.
Floyd sharply turned to Yuu, grabbing a hold of their hands, “We should hurry and create Orelia, don’t ya think?~”
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 23K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - Use of Y/N || i promise I do not write like this in the fic- || reader was also forced into prostitution, but Finnick forced Snow to make them a pair || reader is definitely bi but has no (sexual) relations with women in the story || Finnick’s hand around your throat can be seen as sexual but it’s mainly just a comfort thing at this point || a lot of mixed timelines, sorry want it to play in my favor || mainly based on the movies bc I haven’t read the books in forever || Reader and Finnick are titled the Princess and Prince of the Capitol || you basically replace Annie || inspiration of your story from other characters || weird baby names inspired by the sea (cuz District 4, sea fishing etc) || This is so going to be a series- || smoking, smoking opium || This actually takes place in several different times, first the drawing for the Quarter Quell to the carriage rides where you meet Katniss and Peeta to the interviews to the literal Quarter Quell, being rescued, then skipping to after the rebellion is won (my darling doesn’t die, he didn’t deserve it <3). || Cinna isn't dead and he’s your stylist, and you and Finnick get married twice (once before the Quarter Quell, another after the rebellion) and of course he designs your wedding dress. || Finnick pulls a stunt like Peeta, turns out to be true later on || first marriage is televised a few days before the games, second of course is private || marriage ceremonies inspired by cultures, yes I’m giving District 4 marriage ceremonies and no I’m not basing this off the wedding in the movie, and this is my own little spin on the fic - I didn’t want the wedding to be boring || the party Peeta and Katniss go to in the second movie is your wedding || ngl, with these plans, I’m hoping this is long- || slight rift between you and Katniss at first, but you end up being best friends quickly || you make Katniss question her sexuality bc you top her for a minute- || CPR & mouth to mouth || Classic warning such as cursing, fighting, blood, death, and more to be wary of. || mentions of Finnick’s forced prostitution (brief, my baby has suffered enough) || smut is included in this; mentions of voyeurism and exhibitionism (explained in the story), breeding kink, size kink, oral (♀ & ♂), fingering, spit, slight choking, slight dom-sub dynamics, sex is definitely a coping mechanism, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, cumslut, maybe more?), probably dirty talk if you think about it that way, praise, mentions of a hazy mindset that could be seen as a subspace, definitely a soft dom turned pleasure dom turned rough dom Finnick, and more- just be wary.
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER I
𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER II
𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER III
𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER IV
𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER V
𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER VI
𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER VII
𓆩♡𓆪 EPILOGUE
(a very late valentine's day special) how twst characters would fall in love with you!
okay, so when i created this blog last year, i didn't have much time to write something for valentine's day, but i thought that i should try and write something for it this year!
at first i wanted to write something like "how twst characters would confess their love for you", i wanted it to be a reference to the "how twst characters would react to your love confession" series i made back when i just created this blog and i still only have the heartslabyul, savanaclaw and octavinelle hcs. i am sorry. but to be honest, i didn't have a lot of ideas and it was hard to find inspiration, so i decided to go with something different. but who knows, maybe i'll actually write it one day! also i know that this idea is very basic and i'm sorry.
this post has all nrc students (except ortho) + rsa and nbc characters, so GET READY BECAUSE THIS IS GONNA BE A VERY LONG POST.
also i'm having some really bad internet problems rn and even though i can use mobile data, EDITING ON MY PHONE IS A PAIN. I CAN'T DO ANYTHING. and idk when wifi will start working again and i'll be able to use my computer again, so sorry if this post looks weird, has typos and stuff like that, I JUST WANT TO POST IT ALREADY. I'M SICK OF SEEING IT IN MY DRAFTS.
heartslabyul.
riddle rosehearts.
♡ he doesn't understand you at all. you should be afraid of him, you should actually hate him for what he did and how he acted earlier. he was the first to overblot in front of you, he's sure it was quite a traumatic memory from you. and it's not like he treated you better than he treated other nrc students, he was just as willing to punish you for any "misbehavior". so why.. why do you still want you and riddle to become closer? you simply don't think that riddle actually had bad intentions, he just genuinely thought that everything will be okay if he just follows the rules and makes others follow them. so.. you don't think he's a bad person or anything like that. just someone who has a lot of issues and doesn't know how to deal with them properly. and after you say that.. riddle starts feeling very strange.
♡ falling in love with you feels so sudden, riddle doesn't remember being this interested in you when he first met you. he has to admit that he even kind of.. looked down on you back then and didn't think you were that special. though the case of you being the only magicless student here really was special. he also was angry at you because of you being so close with ace and deuce.. but now, he feels different. as he learns more about you and starts getting used to your company, he realizes that he actually likes you a lot. he even admires you, because it must be hard to deal with so much stuff as someone who's magicless he's sorry for being the first to overblot btw. he's always here if you need any help.
♡ why did he fall in love with you? well, you're certainly a very smart, strong and kind person, but the main reason was.. he was just happy to be understood by someone. he didn't expect you out of all people to forgive him, but it sure was a nice surprise. you're always here to calm him down when he's close to using his unique magic or yelling at someone for breaking the rules again, however, you don't blame him for acting like that and you say that his feelings are valid, he just has to find a better way to express them and process them. so.. it probably just feels nice to be seen as someone other than a rose-red tyrant.
ace trappola.
♡ as someone who said some pretty bad things about you and grim when you first met.. wow, it feels embarrassing to admit that he has a crush on you now. imagine making fun of a magicless human and then falling in love with them. yeah, that's ace. so, how did it happen? he's not sure when exactly he got feelings for you, it just.. happened. you two became so close, he actually couldn't imagine spending a day without you. everything just feels so boring when you're not around. pranking you or showing off to you or just talking to you makes his day, even if it's just you going "ACE D:<", he loves seeing your reactions.. and maybe, he loves you.
♡ it's hard to notice him acting any different when he's in love with you, but if you pay closer attention, you can see him blushing after you praise him for something or you can notice him asking you to hang out with him more often. he also sometimes freezes for a moment when you call him your friend, it's almost like he's asking you ".. but are you sure you don't wanna be more than friends?". but right after that, he goes back to his usual behavior and he's surprisingly good at hiding his crush on you.
♡ falling in love with you feels fun and kinda sad at the same time, because even though ace tries so hard to act confident and he claims that you love him just as much, he's actually not sure if you love him back or not. he doesn't mind being seen only as a friend, being friends with you is cool, but also.. yeah, he wants more. and he's not sure if he's ready for a serious relationship, considering what he did in the past to that girl he used to date. he knows that he would never do that to you, because you're so much cooler than that girl and you're much more interesting, but he also doesn't want to let you down. but if you do love him back.. he will try his best to treat you right, though it doesn't mean that you will be safe from his teasing and his pranks.
deuce spade.
♡ out of all the heartslabyul boys, i imagine deuce being the one to get a crush on you earlier than all the others. you're just so nice and sweet and understanding.. you also didn't judge him after you heard about his past and even said that you're proud of him for trying to change and become a better person. after that, deuce couldn't get your words out of his head and became extremely loyal to you, he's always here if you need any help and he feels so happy when you praise him or want to spend time with him.
♡ it's very easy to notice him having a crush on you, honestly. he tries really hard to hide it, but he fails and ace laughs at him every time. he can't say anything properly when you compliment him or smile at him and he starts stuttering, giggling like an idiot or he simply runs away and ends up tripping and falling. it makes him even more cute though and you can give him more attention to get more reactions like that from him or you can pretend not to notice on purpose.
♡ falling in love with you feels like something completely new and that's understandable, deuce has never experienced a feeling like this before. and even though at first it was just a very huge crush, now it actually feels like something more deep, it's like.. he really is in love with you. spending the rest of his life with you sounds scary and he's not sure if he's ready for something like this, but when he imagines it, it makes him feel soft and even kind of excited. he will understand if you reject his feelings, he has not the best past, but if you say yes to him, he will try to become the perfect boyfriend for you. he already knew that he wants to become a better person for his mom, but now he has two people in his life that he wants to change for.
cater diamond.
♡ when cater first met you, he thought you were cute but.. that was it. he didn't think much of you, honestly. don't get him wrong, he thought you were very cute and he would love to be friends with you! but.. he really didn't think that he's gonna fall in love with you later. he just enjoyed hanging out with you, talking to you, he loved the way you smile, he loved the way you laugh and.. wait, that's just him thinking you're cute, right? but not, like, in that way, right? because cater doesn't think he's quite ready to admit that he has feelings for you.
♡ cater is not sure how exactly it happened and why he got a crush on you. it's like.. he just feels more safe around you. it's like he can actually show you his real self and you won't judge him. of course, he's still not sure that you would actually be okay with him acting like his real self and he doubts that you would even like that side of his.. but for some reason he still feels like he can trust you. so he may or may not drop a few hints that make you go "cater. dude. are you okay." no, y/n, he's not okay, this poor man needs a hug.
♡ falling in love with you feels exciting and terrifying at the same time. cater feels truly happy when he's with you, he manages to forget about his problems at least for some time and his smile looks a lot more sincere than usual. but he's also.. scared. he doesn't think that you will love him back once you find out about his real personality, maybe you will accept it, sure, but would you really want a boyfriend like that? honestly, he should be grateful for you wanting to spend time with him even when he's being his "fake" self. he shouldn't ask so much from you, he should thank you for even just being friends with him. so whenever cater hears you laugh at his jokes, he feels genuine happiness but only for a second before he remembers that you will most likely never love him as much as he loves you. or will you?..
trey clover.
♡ just like cater, trey thought you were a nice person, but he didn't think you were.. you know.. his future love or something like that. he thought you were cute and he was always there to suggest his help if you needed it, but he really just thought that you two are gonna be friends and that's all. okay, maybe you two will be close friends. like, very close friends. but that's it. trey gave you so much attention and he had a habit to get a little bit too worried about you for no reason at all, but he thought that you're just.. well.. another younger sibling figure to him (your actual age doesn't matter). why else would he care so much about you?
♡ but oh no. it looks like you're actually something more to him. you're not just another younger sibling figure going "trey, i need your help!! ><". he would seriously think that he just likes you platonically and if it wasn't for cater, he would never realize that he actually likes you romantically. so what if he blushes a bit when you compliment his baking. so what if he thinks about you so often that it distracts him from his vice dorm leader duties. so what if he imagined spending the rest of his life with you- okay. okay, he understands what cater means now. maybe he really is in love with you.
♡ falling in love with you feels confusing for sure, but it also feels soft and sweet. trey may be a local mom friend who's always here to help his underclassmen out, but he has no idea what to do with his own feelings. should he just confess to you already or should he wait a bit? wait, do you even love him back? he has so many questions but almost no answers. but if you do love him back, trey will most likely notice it eventually. he's a smart boy, he had no idea that he actually has romantic feelings for you, but if you have a crush on him, he will definitely find out about it and when he does, he might start teasing you even more often.
savanaclaw.
leona kingscholar.
♡ oh boy. this guy definitely didn't expect to fall in love with you. no, he didn't expect to even become friends with you. you were just a weak little herbivore to him, nothing special, nothing out of ordinary. you were very a bit annoying sometimes too. but when you started saying things like "i want to get to know you better" or "i want to talk to you more".. that's when leona got very confused, though he didn't show it. why would you say things like that? what do you even want from him? is it because he's a prince? oh well, sorry to disappoint you, but he's actually a younger- "i just want to know why you're so lazy all the time.".. okay, this wasn't the answer he expected. he will tell you to go away, but don't pay attention to that, he's actually more interested in you now.
♡ leona just can't understand why you're like this. why do you spend so much time with him? why can't you just let him nap in peace? he actually jokes about you having a crush on him once and he expects you to go "h-how can you say things like that so casually!..". but you manage to surprise him again. "well what if i do? what are you gonna do then, huh?" okay, maybe he did underestimate you a little. just a little bit. you're slowly becoming more and more interesting and he hates to admit that he wants to know more about you. why? well.. he wants to know why you're so annoying all the time.
♡ falling in love with you feels weird, but also surprisingly entertaining. leona never knows what you're gonna do next and for some reason he even finds it exciting. he somehow manages to act like a tsundere and flirt with you at the same time. yes, he will go "ugh, why do you have to ruin my day like this" whenever you step on his tail while he's asleep, but he also will say things that make other savanaclaw students think that he's about to confess his feelings for you OR you two are actually already dating. does he know that he's in love with you though?.. he will need some time, but he will eventually realize it. and he's not gonna be happy about it.
ruggie bucchi.
♡ ruggie didn't really pay much attention to you at first, but he has to say that you're really fun to mess with. he never gets bored of seeing your reactions and sometimes he would steal stuff from you just to make you look at him. he knows that it probably sounds weird, but don't worry, he definitely doesn't have a crush on you, haha.. hey, why are you being so kind to him? why do you cook/buy food for him? why do you keep asking him if he needs any help? ah, maybe you just want a favor from him? you want him to help you with something, don't you? why would you have any other reason- "i'm just worried about you, that's all." oh no. oh no he's about to catch feelings.
♡ your kindness scares ruggie a bit, but he also keeps wanting more. he doesn't understand your motives, he doesn't understand why you're so worried about him. you just say things like "oh, i thought you were tired from doing leona's job all day" or "i thought you looked tired, so i just want to help you out, if that's okay". they may sound like nothing special, but ruggie feels weird whenever he hears you say stuff like that. he just jokes about you being too pure for someone like him, but he's actually kind of serious about it. are you sure you want to be friends with him? or.. maybe you're actually in love with him? don't worry, he's just joking around~
♡ falling in love with you feels fun at first, but it slowly starts becoming more and more scary when ruggie realizes just how deep and strong his feelings are. it's not just a small crush, he really is in love with you. he can't stop thinking about you and not a day passes without him wanting to see you. it feels strange to be treated so well without any reason at all, but ruggie just can't say no to your kindness. even though he keeps trying to make it look like it's nothing serious and you're just friends, he's actually this close to crying because he feels like he will never have a chance to be with you and you will never love him as much as he loves you. why would you even have feelings for him anyway?
jack howl.
♡ savanaclaw boys wouldn't find you that special when they first meet you and jack is not an exception. he thought you still have a long way to go and you have to put more effort in what you do. he also thought you looked too weak and "fragile", so he made sure to remind you to train more often, if you can, or to just take better care of yourself. i-it's not like he's worried about you. it just bothers him that you always look so tired all the time and it doesn't look like you get enough sleep too..
♡ however, you manage to impress jack and he's surprised to find out just how hardworking you really are. no matter what happens or how hard your life in twisted wonderland may get, you still try to achieve your goals. sure, you may whine a bit and say that it's unfair for a magicless human like you to go through so much, but you still do what you have to, no matter how weak you look. jack sure finds you more impressive than leona and he doesn't even notice how fast he starts to admire you and even fall in love with you.
♡ falling in love with you doesn't feel like something special because jack isn't even aware of his own feelings at first. he just thinks you're very cool and he respects you a lot and wishes to help you whenever he can. he just always wants to be by your side and support you when you need it. you're much stronger than he thought you were when you two just met, but he still thinks that in a world like twisted wonderland.. you deserve to be protected. and he's more than willing to protect you from whatever life throws at you. he realizes that he's actually in love with you when he notices that he feels a bit weird when you're around. this feeling is warm, but also so confusing.. and whenever you say goodbye to him, he doesn't want you to leave. b-but that's just because he admires you a lot, right?
octavinelle.
azul ashengrotto.
♡ azul didn't think you'd be that useful to him at first. it's not like he can make a deal with you or take your magic.. but still, being friends with a ramshackle prefect might actually help him in the future. so yes, he will try to become closer with you anyway. he's sure it will be easy to make you trust him, he just needs to make you believe that you can rely on him and who wouldn't want to have a friend like azul in such a scary world, especially as a human who has no idea how twisted wonderland works?.. well, it's actually not as easy as azul thought it would be.
♡ sure, you do want to become friends with him, but whenever he tries to help you with whatever you're struggling with (for a price, of course) or he tries to make himself seem as a kind person who genuinely wants to help others, you simply go "thank you, but i'm fine".. what do you mean, you're fine, y/n, he knows what crowley makes you do, just ask azul for help already! but as time passes, azul starts to notice that he actually wants to help you not because he needs you to make a deal with him.. but just because he really does feel bad for you and he wants to make your job at least a bit easier.
♡ falling in love with you feels strange and unexpected, azul wasn't prepared for this at all. he didn't think that he would actually become so attached to you, you were supposed to be another student who he can manipulate, so why do you feel like one of the most important people in his life now? he doesn't think that it's love at first, him thinking of you as his actual friend is already too much for him.. but then his overblot happens. and you forgive him for everything. and you tell him that no matter what, you accept him and even though he still has some.. um.. not so good qualities to work on, you'll be there to help him and support him. okay, maybe he actually is in love with you.
jade leech.
♡ jade thought you were an interesting and unique person right when he met you for the first time, but you were just that: an interesting and unique person. nothing more, nothing less. he would love to know more about you though, so don't be surprised if he starts talking to you more often or asking you more questions. this man wants to study you in a lab, okay. oh, and even though he sure does seem suspicious, he actually doesn't have any ulterior motives, unlike azul. he just can't go "hey, i like you, let's be friends', no, he has to act like his usual self that sometimes seems more dangerous than floyd.
♡ he doesn't even notice falling in love with you, but he sure notices becoming more interested in you for some reason. he always wants to know what you're up to, he wants to know more about your interests and he's always here if you need someone to talk to, whatever the topic is. he only starts thinking more about his feelings for you when floyd mentions jade being "totally in love with you". jade thinks floyd is just joking at first, but then floyd says that he was serious and jade's crush on you is more obvious than he thinks. and the funny thing is that.. jade is surprisingly casual about it. he just goes "oh. so i have a crush on them. okay". he never felt like this before, so he's a little confused, but it's not like he's about to have a breakdown because he just realized he's been in love with you this whole time.
♡ falling in love with you feels sweet and exciting. jade just thought you were a fun person when he first met you, but now it's hard for him to imagine his day without you. you've made him feel emotions he has never/rarely felt before. it's so unusual for him to worry about you, laugh at your jokes or be angry at someone who ruined your day. and trust him, all of those emotions are sincere. he's not pretending, you really made him feel all of this and even though he's not used to feeling this way, he can't wait to find out what else you're going to make him feel.
floyd leech.
♡ just like his twin, floyd already thought you were interesting when he just met you. he always followed you everywhere, he kept pranking you just to see your reaction and he thought that you getting annoyed with him was cute. and he found you even more interesting after he realized that even though he kept messing with you, you still let him hang out with you and didn't ask him to leave. huh, so you actually like his company, shrimpy? well, he's glad to hear that~
♡ floyd's feelings for you don't feel like a crush at all at first. he just thinks you're cute and that's it, really. but for some reason, he really hates it when he has to leave or when you don't give him enough attention. sometimes he takes a break (he doesn't tell azul anything though) from his work at mostro lounge just to hang out with you and he feels bored whenever you're not around. he has no idea why he feels like this, but.. who knows, maybe he really does like you, hehe.
♡ falling in love with you feels fun and full of surprises. floyd has never felt this way before and even though this feeling can be kinda annoying sometimes and it doesn't go away, he wants your relationship to become deeper and he wants to have more fun with you. just being friends is not enough for him anymore. you became an irreplaceable and extremely important part of his world and he hopes you feel the same about him.
scarabia.
kalim al-asim.
♡ kalim is kinda oblivious when it comes to crushes.. no, he's very oblivious. he really does believe he just likes you as a friend and even though it's true at first, as time passes, literally anyone can see that kalim treats you even better than people who he calls his friends. and considering how kind and friendly he is, this guy basically never leaves you alone even for a second and you get gifts from him every single day. he's constantly trying to come up with ways to make you happy and he thinks you have the most beautiful smile in the whole world. but yes, he definitely doesn't have a crush on you <3
♡ you and kalim would most likely have that friends to lovers dynamic. he's very easy to get along with and even though his energetic personality may be overwhelming sometimes, if he sees that you're tired or sad, he will tone it down a bit and ask you what's wrong. if you're not doing so well, he will genuinely worry about you a lot and he's okay with doing anything to make you feel better. he doesn't understand why your happiness matters to him so much, but.. maybe he just doesn't like it when someone is sad. and when YOU are sad, he feels like it's the end of the world and he has to do something about it immediately.
♡ kalim almost doesn't notice falling in love with you. he just thinks your friendship is becoming stronger and that's it. it's okay if he wants to hug you for a little bit longer, that's just because you're his best friend! it's okay if he wants to hold hands with you, he just doesn't want you to get lost and he's worried about you! it's okay if he wants to kiss you- oh. uh.. oh, you know, he means it in a platonic way! it's not like friends can't kiss each other! but if he actually wants to be more than friends with you.. would you be okay with that? wait, what is he even supposed to do with his feelings? maybe he should ask jamil for advice..
jamil viper.
♡ jamil's case is actually even worse because if kalim at least knows that you two have a good relationship and that you are friends, jamil is like "?? idk who you are to me. can i trust you. can i call you my friend". he thought you were okay when he first met you, but didn't pay too much attention to you, though he certainly appreciated you being.. you know, a more "normal" person than most nrc students (especially kalim). he actually feels like he can rely on you, honestly. he won't talk to you too much though, who knows what you're really like jamil if you're hiding something it doesn't mean that everyone around you is like that
♡ jamil doesn't understand why he feels so strange around you. at first he feels like he can trust you, even though he still tries to stop himself and tells himself that you can easily stab him in the back. and why are you so nice to him? you're probably just trying to become friends because you think that having a close relationship with someone like him could be useful, right? well, he's not gonna fall for that. and stop praising him all the time already. he told you that he's just a vice dorm leader and his abilities are not that special- wait, why does he feel good after hearing your compliments. oh no. oh no, he doesn't want you to stop.
♡ falling in love with you feels scary and jamil doesn't want to admit that he sees you not only as a friend (though he won't tell you that), but also as someone who he loves and wants to be with. you actually listen to him, you give him love and attention that he always wanted and you recognize his talents, but you still think that they are not the only good things about him and jamil is also just a very good person who deserves to be loved. jamil doesn't feel like he's ready to open up to you just yet, but he really doesn't want to miss a chance to finally find someone who will care about him as much as he cares about them.
pomefiore.
vil schoenheit.
♡ your relationship with vil definitely had a rough start. he criticized you a lot, he told you to take better care of your appearance, health and all of that. you felt like this guy hates you and tried to avoid him as best as you could. however, you were wrong and even though vil still thought that you could do better and you have some things to work on, he didn't hate you. in fact, he thought you were an interesting person who has their own talents and abilities, but they have to work on them more so that they can achieve their goals faster. so yeah, he basically tried to motivate you, but he probably didn't do a very good job.
♡ other people can notice vil giving you quite a lot of attention but not in a good way. it means that he's especially harsh on you. most students start to agree with you and think that the guy hates you, but his vice dorm leader knows that it's not true at all. rook is sure that vil is being so rude just because he believes you're better than most nrc students and he wants you to reach your full potential. but wow, it really feels like vil is almost obsessed with you. rook mentions that vil almost never stops talking about you lately and vil says that it's not true- no, rook, don't even joke about vil having a crush on you.
♡ even though vil sure has a lot of braincells, he almost doesn't notice falling in love with you as well. he really thinks he's just mad at you for not "trying hard enough", but this guy actually cares about you a lot. it may seem like he's angry at you and he hates you, but he's actually just very worried. what do you mean your sleep schedule doesn't even exist. go to sleep already, don't you know what happens to your skin if you don't get enough rest?? no, he's not worried about your health, it's just. uh. anyway, what about your hair-
rook hunt.
♡ finally. finally someone who actually knows they have feelings for you. though it may take some time for rook to realize that he's in love with you and not just admiring your beauty, he still would understand his feelings for you earlier than most characters here. he understands how romance works better than them, okay. very chad behavior of him sure, he thinks all people are beautiful in their own way, but you feel a little bit more special to him. his heart beats faster around you and he finds it hard to take his eyes off you. he never felt like this before around other students or people in general.
♡ rook would be very affectionate with you, however, he would take his time and wouldn't confess his feelings for you that early. he wants his confession to feel unique and special, he has to be prepared for that moment! he also needs some time to learn more about you. he wants to get to know you better, he wants to know what kind of person you are, how you see the world and he hopes that this way he will be able to predict your reaction to his confession. but of course, he doesn't do it just to earn your trust, he really is curious and wants to know more. you're just so interesting to him, he wants to know what exactly made him fall in love with you this hard.
♡ falling in love with you feels like a fairytale. it's so magical and exciting, rook wishes he never stops feeling this way. you are everything to him, all of his thoughts are about you and he's not complaining. he may joke about you distracting him from everything else, but he's actually more than happy and he doesn't mind being obsessed with you at all. yes, he may still compliment other people's beauty and talents, but don't worry, he has eyes only for you and he's more loyal to you than you think he is.
epel felmier.
♡ unless you make fun of his height, call him cute too often or refuse to take him seriously, epel wouldn't mind your company at all. who knows, maybe you two can actually become friends. and you do become friends! how fun! epel didn't expect to get along with you so easily, but he's more than okay with it. he's glad to have someone he can trust enough to talk about his true feelings and show his true personality to. he's more open and honest with you and he feels like you would never judge him no matter what he does or says.
♡ this feeling slowly starts turning into deep love and affection for you, though epel doesn't seem to notice that and still thinks you're just a friend to him. but he does notice feeling a bit more anxious around you now. why? well, it's like.. he wants to become better for you. he wants to impress you. h-he doesn't have a reason for that, really. he just.. wants you to notice how great and talented he really is. he wants you to praise him and smile at hiim while saying that what he did was amazing. again, he doesn't have a reason for that. totally.
♡ falling in love with you feels sweet and bitter at the same time. epel feels safe when you're around and he feels like he can tell you anything, but he's also scared that you actually don't think he's that special. he does slowly start to realize he's in love with you and that makes him feel even more scared. he needs to become a better person for you, he needs to become stronger, he wants to become someone who can protect you, who can impress you and who you can rely on. so forgive him for taking some time to work on that, he promises that he will tell you the truth when he's ready.
ignihyde.
idia shroud.
♡ idia genuinely doesn't understand why you're so nice to him. it actually scares him a little and he never knows what to expect from you. you're not as extroverted as some other nrc students, like kalim for example, but you still always run to idia whenever you see him and try to talk to him more. what do you want from him? you're just doing this out of pity, aren't you? it's okay, you don't have to give him so much attention, idia loves being alone, also he has online friends, so it's not like he's a complete loner or anything.
♡ you still try to get to know him better. you just want to help idia get out of his shell and become more confident. you don't think that being an introvert is a bad thing at all, but you still think that idia should start socializing more anyway. and you're sure that idia wants to make more friends as well, he's just afraid of being rejected. no, idia, you don't think that all these people are normies, you're just scared of them and trying to come up with an excuse so that you don't have to talk to them.
♡ falling in love with you feels sudden and predictable at the same time. of course idia shroud would fall for a person who's always there to support him and genuinely wants to become friends with him. he's affection-starved, okay? he may say that you can be really annoying sometimes, but he actually waits for you to text him or say hi to him every single day and if for some reason you can't talk to him, he feels lost and.. sad, even? please, don't leave him alone.. he knows that he's most likely too lame or boring for you, but he can't stand the thought of you leaving him.
diasomnia.
malleus draconia.
♡ i wouldn't call it love at first sight, but right after malleus met you, he knew that you're gonna become someone special to him. you didn't know anything about him. you didn't know his real name, status, his real identity. you didn't care about his reputation and you simply thought he seemed like an interesting person to talk to. he also seemed a little lonely too and you really could use a friend in a world like this, so yeah, that's how all of it started. he thought that the nickname you gave him was cute too.
♡ malleus gets used to your company too quickly. in fact, he can't imagine what he would do if you suddenly disappeared or simply lost interest in him. he got used to your kindness, to your smile, to your laugh, to your affection. his world becomes more warm and fun when you're around. but of course, he doesn't want this relationship to be too one-sided. he would do anything to protect you, help you or simply make you smile. you deserve the same happiness that you give him.
♡ falling in love with you feels soft and sweet, but also.. scary. malleus feels so happy when you're around, whenever he wakes up, he immediately thinks of you. you're everything to him. so if he loses you.. he will lose everything. he can't let you leave him. of course, he knows that you come from a different world and twisted wonderland isn't your home. he knows that you will leave him sooner or later. but.. is it selfish of him to want you to stay here for as long as possible? maybe you don't even have to leave?
lilia vanrouge.
♡ lilia thought you were cute right when he first met you. your reactions to his sudden appearances were so funny, it was hard for him to stop surprising you like this. at first your relationship dynamic was just like that, lilia kept surprising/scaring you, you screamed, he laughed and asked you to not be mad at him, he just likes your reactions too much. but as he started learning more about you, he realized that there are so many things he likes about you and it's not just you being an adorable scaredy-cat.
♡ for some reason, even though you wouldn't be able to tell from his behavior, lilia feels very calm when you're around. it's like his thoughts about his past and everything that he had to go through during his very, VERY long life can finally give him a break when he's with you. he doesn't have to worry about that, he can just stay here in present. and actually, he likes staying in present much more now thanks to you. but you're so naive, so innocent, so fragile, lilia thinks it's cute but he's also extremely worried about you because of that. you weren't made for this world. no matter how much you get praised for your job as a prefect, twisted wonderland is still too much for someone like you.
♡ lilia falls in love with you slowly, but when it happens, it feels so overwhelming, lilia has no idea what to do. he knows that having a romantic relationship with you is probably not the best idea considering that you'll have to leave this world someday and even if you don't.. he also doesn't have much time left. but if it's possible, if there's at least a tiny chance of him being in a happy relationship with you, he doesn't want to miss that chance. he may not have much time left, but he would do anything to spend all of that time with you.
silver.
♡ you and silver become friends surprisingly quickly. he knows he can trust you to wake him up when he falls asleep again, even though you think he looks very cute when he's asleep and you want him to get enough rest. whenever silver blames himself for being too lazy or incompetent, you're always here to remind him that he's already doing his best and he doesn't have to be so harsh on himself. he definitely will become a great knight one day no matter what, you believe in him!
♡ your kind words and your support make silver enjoy hanging out with you too much. he lets you watch him train, he finds it relaxing to take a nap when you're there with him and you run your fingers through his hair while he's asleep. even though he seems like a chill guy, he's scared of letting his father and his master down, but he always can rely on you when doesn't feel confident enough and he needs someone to tell him that everything is gonna be fine and lilia and malleus are already proud of him. and you're proud of him too.
♡ falling in love with you feels like a dream that he doesn't want to wake up from. he never thought his life was that bad, but it surely got better thanks to you. he wants to thank you for everything you did for him, he wants to protect you from all the dangers of this world. he knows that he wanted to become a knight so that he can repay lilia and malleus, but now.. he wants to be your knight as well. no, please, don't worry about him, he genuinely wants to do it. you always give him motivation to keep going and it would be an honor for him to become someone who can always protect you.
sebek zigvolt.
♡ yeah, your relationship with sebek wouldn't be that good at first. you two would argue a lot, he would never stop calling you a "lowly human" even though he's a half-human himself. and if you even think of saying anything bad about malleus, that's it, he's this close to killing you on sight. and you did hate sebek for acting like that at first, but as time passed, for some reason you actually started finding it.. entertaining? you loved to make him angry on purpose and then you decided to start teasing and even flustering him. yes, you did flirt with him multiple times just to see what kind of reaction he would give you, so what?
♡ sebek doesn't know how to feel about you. he knows he's supposed to think you're weak and pathetic because, you know, you're a human, but.. why does he feel so weird when you throw your dumb pickup lines at him? and why he feels like he actually wants to be praised by you and he wants you to notice how talented he really is? he knows that you're most likely not being serious most of the time, but he really wants you to be serious for once. uh, he just wants to be praised by you because he deserves it and that's it. it doesn't mean he wants you to be serious when you flirt with him, haha..
♡ sebek really didn't want to fall in love with you and he didn't expect to catch feelings for someone like you, but it still happened. he just doesn't understand why you still hang out with him even though he doesn't treat you that well. and how is he supposed to react when you tease him like that? he knows he should stay serious, but for some reason he just can't control his emotions when he's around you even though he's never that good at controlling them. he also realizes that even though you're a human, you're capable of doing many things and.. ugh, he really doesn't want to say it, but you're actually just as good as some magic users. y-you still have a lot to work on though.
royal sword academy.
chenya.
♡ you and chenya first met during that one unbirthday party after riddle's overblot. you were surprised to find out that a guy from a different school (and a rival school too!) was able to get here so easily and didn't care what nrc students will think of him. and also you thought that the way he could easily appear and disappear as he pleases (or he could just stay as a floating head) was funny. so yes, this guy managed to pique your curiosity.
♡ chenya himself thought you were quite interesting and he was even more surprised when he found out that you came to rsa secretly from other students just to see him. haha, you really betrayed your own school like this for him! wow, y/n, that's something only a lovestruck person would do! but he has to admit, he likes you even more now. just what kind of person are you? you're so full of mysteries and chenya isn't sure if he wants to know all the answers or it would be more interesting to keep it this way.
♡ falling in love with you is fun and exciting. you keep spending more time with chenya no matter what other nrc students think and chenya likes to make jokes about stealing you from nrc students so that you never have to leave him. is he just joking though?.. well, it doesn't matter. what matters more is that you both always end up having so much fun and you feel so comfortable with each other that there's been multiple times when one of you was very close to kissing the other. and lately, it's been very hard for you both to control your feelings.
neige leblanche.
♡ when you first heard of neige, you couldn't believe that someone like that actually existed. i mean, someone more beautiful and popular than vil? is that even possible? and when you finally saw him for the first time.. you were a bit underwhelmed. yes, neige is definitely very pretty, he's adorable, actually, but.. is that really it? but when you actually meet each other, you find it surprising just how nice neige really is. he's very polite, he treats you with kindness and makes sure you're comfortable. oh no, he's so cute, you're about to fall in love-
♡ you actually feel kind of pathetic for getting a crush on neige. it's just.. so predictable, you're really not that special and you're not any better than his fans. you doubt that he will ever notice you, you're just a magicless human from a different world, you don't deserve to be with someone like him. but what you don't know is that neige fell in love with you right when he first saw you. not because of your appearance, even though he thinks you're really pretty, but because of your personality, the way you treat other people and stay kind and patient no matter what. it's very impressive for someone who was basically forced to stay in this world against their will.
♡ falling in love with you feels like neige's life turned into an actual romance movie, but this time he doesn't know anything about the plot, especially the ending. he sure hopes you two will get your happy ending though. neige loves his fans and he really doesn't want to make them sad, he knows that dating someone when he's this popular is not the best decision, but he really, really wants to be with you. this is what true love feels like to him.
noble bell college.
rollo flamme.
♡ you were a bit intimidated by rollo when you first met him, you just.. thought he was a bit scary, haha. but then you noticed just how kind he is to you and that even though he's polite to all nrc students, you're a special case and you certainly are his "favorite". he also was the first person who actually thought you didn't deserve to go through all of this and that it must be very scary and overwhelming for you to have no other choice but to stay in this world full of danger and.. magic. so yes, you got used to his kindness pretty quickly, even though you still had a feeling that something is not quite right.
♡ and yeah, it turned out that rollo really wasn't the best person to trust. he hated magic with all his heart and he wanted it to disappear. and it was hard for him to choose between his growing love for you and his hatred for magic, but then he managed to convince himself that he's doing all of this for your own good and in the end you'll have no other choice but to agree with him. after rollo is defeated, he expects you to hate him as much as others hate him, but to his shock.. you forgive him. you had to deal with six overblots, even though nrc students saved the day this time, it's not like they're much better than him. so yes, you think rollo still can change and you want to give him a second chance.
♡ after that, rollo's love for you becomes even stronger. he can't stop thinking about you and it's hard to tell if he's in love with you or he's obsessed with you. when you have to go back to nrc, it gets even worse and everything around rollo reminds him of you. he really wishes you could spend more time together and he wasn't so focused on his plan. he's gonna be honest, he doesn't really regret doing.. well, all that, but the fact that he could use that time to talk to you more makes him think that maybe.. maybe trying to steal everyone's magic wasn't a good idea. yes, he thinks so only because he could spend more time with you instead of taking everyone's powers. listen, he needs some time, he will change. probably. maybe.
Here are 10 fun facts of lion beastmen not to mention having Leona kingscholar as your husband
Now, hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
Leona kingscholar x reader ( Twisted wonderland )
I wanna do other characters fun facts.
FUN FACT 1# : Baby lions are totally dependent on their mothers for food and protection during the first few months.
No matter where you go or what you do, the cub would love to be by your side. Even if Leona wants to take them away so that you can have your alone time, the cub would screech and cry every time they are taken from your embrace. It will clings to you 24/7, the cub simply has a sense of knowing who is holding them–if it's not you then they will cry until it's back into their mothers arm.
FUN FACT 2# : cubs are born blind and without teeth.
You are originally worried when finding about them being blind but Leona says that it's normal for lion cubs to be born blind so at least that gives you reassurance, you often worry about the smallest things–afraid it might affect the child but when they finally open their eyes, you are so to see your baby eyes.
FUN FACT 3# : cubs have spots on their coats that act as camouflage
You would be gushing over how small and cute your cube is, like who wouldn't... Well Leona but he expresses his love in a nonchalant way or simply teasing about the cub being ugly when they cry its all fun and games until he realizes that the cub is his own son. Leona would be overprotective about you and his cub, making sure they are wearing a sound proof headset even though it is quiet–he simply doesn't trust others with his child.
FUN FACT 4# : Lionesses leave the pride and give birth to their lion babies in dense bush
Even though when you are giving birth, Leona was told to wait outside but unfortunately giving birth to a beastmen as powerful as him was a painful experience and throughout the entire time you were calling out his name. Leona almost turned an advisor to sand if it weren't for his brother intervening and letting him go inside, he immediately went towards your side and held your hand through the process.
FUN FACT 5# : Lion cubs spend up to 20 hours of the day sleeping or resting
Your cub and Leona both share the same hobbies, sleeping of course. Leona would often place the cub in his chest while holding in, even though he may be asleep the slightest movement from the cub would immediately get him to open his eyes as well as making sure they don't fall or someone tried to pry them to the cub of his hands. Leona would send a glare towards anybody who would wake them up, the only exception is you.
FUN FACT 6# : mothers keep their cubs hidden away from the pride and predators.
When Leona's family finds out he has met the laugh of his life at NRC, their jaws would drop. Felena is honestly quite excited to meet the human who has shaken his brother's cold heart into a soft lion, Leona doesn't like his brother's enthusiasm. This case becomes in the spotlight because, Leona doesn't want anyone to hold the cub. The only people who are the exception are Cheka supervise or neiji.
FUN FACT 7# : Lion cubs spend most of their day playing
Your cub is energetic as heck, they will not stop moving around. Cheka is so happy to play with the cub because they match their energy, neiji would remark on how identical the cub was with Leona when he was younger. Leona is often the victim of your cub endless pursuit of games, the child is basically glued to his side after they learn to walk and now the cub prefers to be in Leona side over you–which is something Leona would tease about.
FUN FACT 8# : Cubs grow baby teeth while they are very young.
They are bitter for sure, chewing and munching on anything for no apparent reason. The mid wives would say that it's normal for this age to bite as a way to stimulate their bite, the cub would bite on anything even on your hand. Leona seems to not mind though, but... He was obligated to act hurt when the cub decided him as his next prey–saying that it was a good way to practice hunting.
FUN FACT 9# : Lion babies first start to eat meat at about three months old
Originally you didn't get used to it, but I guess it's normal for cubs to eat meat even when they are young. During your pregnancy, Leona would not let anyone approach you–he is overprotective. He would often put his head near the bump and would whisper and talk towards it as if the cub was listening, felena is grateful for how you change his brother as well as excited to finally having a niece/nephew. Cheka mother or Leona sister in law has been nothing but a big help during the pregnancy giving you tips as well as pep talking Leona, meanwhile Cheka would go visit you to hear the bump everyday.
FUN FACT 10# : Lions are the only known cat species where individuals roar together.
The cub arrival was a big celebration for the people at sunset savanna, to be honest when the prince came back from his studies oversees everyone did not expect to bring back a mate. But hey, there is a first for everything. Leona is smug showing his family off to others, as well as enjoying his family members shock. What matters most to him is you and his cub being in good health and are fine, sure he loves the shock expression from others but... What matters is you being there with him, you make him feel completed and now you just make it more.
Hello, fellow humans. Welcome to the Curiouser Chronicles!
Alas, the time has finally come... I have fallen into the trap many TWST writers on this platform have. I'm making my first official "x reader" post.
I do not plan on this being the only thing I write, but should it do well, I will consider continuing this series with Vice Housewardens and maybe others. I've been thinking about this topic a lot lately due to the oc x canon pairings I have floating around in my brain.
This post aims to answer the question- if you were engaged to the Housewardens, what sort of wedding would they want? Or would they leave it up to you? Here's my headcanons for this topic!
Riddle Rosehearts
Vibes: traditional, elegant, orderly, yet still meaningful.
Though our favorite rule-abiding redhead has become much better about not being such a stickler on the rules over the years, that doesn't mean he doesn't like law and order!
Will he leave the color choices up to you? Probably. But will the colors have to be cohesive? Yes. Same thing with the food menu and cuisine. He wants you to be happy and choose what you want, but he'd want it all to match and complement one another. Anything for his dear future spouse!!!
Every guest who comes would likely walk in and receive a bulletin with an exact order of events, from the entire ceremony to the whole reception. Down to the minute. No, he won't adjust it just because guests are arriving late; they're still starting according to plan, at approximately 3:00 pm.
Beautiful floral arrangements, fairy lights, a classical orchestra, and nice food. Don't mistake elegant for pompous, though. He's not going to be gaudy. Just elegant with taste and just enough restraint to not overdo it. He somehow manages to do all of this and stay in budget, which leaves plenty of money to plan for the honeymoon and settling into your new life together.
Leona Kingscholar
Vibes: whatever you want, except... one thing.
The lion does not concern himself with many things, and that includes wedding planning.
Don't get me wrong. If you ask for his input on stuff, he'll give it to you. But in his eyes, it's your special day. He's just happy you agreed to marry him. Becoming a member of the royal family of the Sunset Savanna has a lot of responsibility and expectation tied to it, whether he likes it or not. The fact that you're willing to do that for him makes him happy. So if you want something? He'll give it to you. He certainly has the money. Except... for one thing.
Despite the nagging of his family, no, he refuses to make it a political or state official event. So, what, the second-born prince is getting married? He doesn't care how big a deal it is supposed to be to the people of the kingdom; he doesn't want politics involved in HIS wedding. No press, no royal dignitaries. He'll invite his family at your behest but ONLY if they don't try to turn it into a big deal. Otherwise, they're getting kicked to the curb, and that's final.
Other than that, though... your wish is his command.
Azul Ashengrotto
Vibes: classy, suave, luxurious, tasteful a networking opportunity
Azul is going to want his wedding to have a similar vibe to that of the Monstro Lounge from his NRC days. His beautiful Pearl will lack for nothing.
Jazz music? Yes. Cuisine overseen especially by Jade and Floyd? Also yes. Cool, dim lighting? Black tie dress code for guests? Yes and yes. It's gonna be elegant to the max, like something out of a 1920s film. Hospitality will also be emphasized, with great servers and workers at his wedding... all because he's such a generous host. He has to be benevolent, doesn't he? However, he would also want you to be happy. So he'd give you the choice between different things. Black table cloths, or navy blue? Instrumental or vocal jazz? A full 3-course meal, or cocktails and finger foods? It would all be within the carefully curated image he is attempting to craft- but you would still get to choose things.
Truthfully, however, this wedding wouldn't be Azul's if he didn't invite his friends, friends of friends, business associates... a perfect time to network for new business opportunities and show off his gorgeous spouse as an added bonus. Azul is, of course, a businessman at heart. Are you really surprised?
Kalim Al-Asim
Vibes: YES!!!!!!!!!
Kalim... well. Kalim is. Kalim.
Kalim is a naturally generous person. Sometimes so generous he doesn't really understand that he's being... a little bit much (we love him though). He would pepper you with SO many questions about what you want! Because if you're happy, he's happy! Do you want an animal parade? A ten-course meal? A fireworks show? He will be at your beck and call. If you tell him (gently) that you want something more low-key and chill... he'll respect that, too (after looking forlorn about not being able to spoil his future spouse as much as he wants).
Regardless, he will do literally ANYTHING you want. And invite all of his family and friends!!! And YOUR family and friends!!! Truth be told, as the Asim heir, he should probably be paying a little bit more attention to his image, and how it reflects on his family... but for you, he'll throw that all out the window. Anything for his beloved.
Just do your best to ignore the many, many security guards there during your wedding, and you'll have a fantastic time.
Vil Schoenheit
Vibes: Minimalist, picturesque, quaint, quiet.
Vil has learned throughout his life that being an influencer and a star has its perks... and drawbacks.
Keeping his relationship incredibly private with you is one of them. By extension, your wedding would also be very private.
Marriage to you is something beautiful and sacred to Vil. Something he wants to treasure without worrying about his image, or the papparazzi, or the millions of fans who will be disappointed that there is now no hope of Vil being single because let's be so for real, we know people are going to be mourning Vil's marriage.
It would be just you, him, and a few witnesses. Somewhere secluded. Maybe on a private island, on the beach, as the sun sets. Or in a beautiful, spacious cabin in the mountains. Simple, delicious, healthy food, vows murmured lovingly to one another, and clothes that are stylish and comfortable (and perfect for vacationing). Don't worry, though, he'll more than make up for the lack of a proper wedding with a long and fun honeymoon.
Idia Shroud
Vibes: ...nah
W-wedding?! Idia?! Having to plan all of these moving parts, and SOCIALIZE with people? For hours? And kiss you IN FRONT OF PEOPLE? In front of HIS PARENTS?! Nah. Nuh uh. Nope. Not doing it.
...fine, okay, if that's what you want, he'll do it with no small amount of insistence from his brother. In this scenario, he'd do whatever you wanted, as long as the reception was AS SHORT AS POSSIBLE.
But... it was up to him...
The two of you would elope. Go to a courthouse, get the papers signed, yada yada. No fancy wedding. Then, you two would take an extensive vacation/honeymoon- getting to travel and see a bunch of places that Idia (and you) have always wanted to go. Idia's top picks would always be places that appear in his favorite video games, anime, and other media. Or places that sell fun merch for said media!!! Honestly, THAT is his idea of a great celebration. Geeking out with his beloved and seeing all the sights- and also spending a bunch of time indoors gaming and reading and stuff (together, of course). This is still Idia we're talking about, after all.
Malleus Draconia
Vibes: gothic, ornate, stately, mystical.
Malleus, as the crown prince of Briar Valley, would truthfully not have as much say as some of the other Housewardens in this list when it comes to his wedding. His marriage is a BIG DEAL as the sole heir, after all.
However, in matters that he did have control over, he would likely want you to decide. Malleus would be in such awe that he finally found another soul that resonated with his on such a level that they wanted to bind themselves to him in the sacred bonds of marriage, that he would want to spoil his future spouse silly. He'd want you to be completely and utterly happy on your special day.
The wedding itself would be somber, but beautiful, and filled to the nines with customs and traditions from Briar Valley. Truthfully, it would be very cool and a great opportunity to learn more about and participate in Malleus' culture.
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This post was such a blast to write. I'm really nervous about keeping all of the Housewardens in character... but I certainly did my best. I hope that for an "x reader" post, it was a good first one. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!
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Tw: kidnapping, stalking, mentions of non-con, implied masturbation, possessiveness, lots and lots of guilt, Stockholm Syndrome/you've kind of lost it by the end, mentions of eating/eating healthily, mentions of murder, Dabi makes an appearance and is directly responsible for your kidnapping, insinuation that Keigo's jerked it to some rather icky nasty stuff of yours, non-consensual photography, fem reader, MDNI
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DARLING PROFILE:
Smart
If Keigo was pressed to describe his type, the very first thing that he would blurt out is intelligent. He wants a woman that can match him in terms of intellect. Someone who can follow his quick-paced jokes, his sarcasm, someone that keeps up with him, really.
He finds it wildly attractive when a woman is confident in her own knowledge, and ideally his darling would be knowledgeable in an area he knows next to nothing about.
He likes hearing them spiel on about something they’re passionate about – and he'll be listening, intently, with a hand under his chin and eyes glossed over because while their words are interesting, watching them is really what’s fully engaging him. There’s something wonderful about the way that they’re able to answer all the questions he prompts them with, never missing a beat and fully dissecting his question before giving their best thoughts back.
It’s just wonderful, and although he’d never divulge any sensitive information to them out of fear for their safety, there’s something euphoric about knowing that if he really wanted to, if he could, he thinks they would understand how he feels.
He thinks they could understand how careful he has to be, how he has to think out his every move and word dozens of times in advance, making sure everything is exactly how it should be.
And really, this helps Keigo feel less lonely – it’s less polarizing and solitary if he knows that his darling could support him, even if he won’t tell them anything.
Just the knowledge makes him giddy, his heart beating faster because it feels so very good to not be alone.
Witty
Similarly to their intelligence, Keigo needs a darling who’s able to dish out what he serves. A witty, silver-tongued darling would have him constantly on his toes, finding that speaking with them is entertaining and leaves him wanting more.
His darling isn’t boring, or a drag to speak to – their stories and commentary leave him on the edge of his seat, growing addicted to their voice and finding himself wanting more more more, eagerly asking all sorts of follow-up questions that he normally wouldn’t bother with.
And really, this is one of the first signs that his feelings for them have ventured beyond friendly – he’s never been this invested in someone before, never wanting to interact with them so badly, never wanting to be around them and hear their voice and watch their lips move to form syllables.
He finds his darling’s sense of humor to perfectly match his own, leaving him winded and often more flustered than he’d care to admit.
They’re just so cute – the knowing little look they send him when they crack a bad pun that leaves him chuckling, the way their face scrunches up when they make an accidentally dirty joke.
It’s endearing, really, and it only makes him fall for them harder, his desperation to see them growing stronger with every passing day because god, they’re just so perfect.
Civilian
While Keigo is capable of developing an obsession with a fellow hero, it’s unlikely.
Part of what draws him to his darling is their innocence – they don’t understand the realities of their society, how violent and horrible the darkest members are, how much crime and unrest fills the city streets right under their nose.
It’s the way his darling is able to be so happy and carefree in the face of such terror that draws Keigo in – they practically radiate positivity, talking about their own mundane life and managing to lull Keigo into a false reality that he, too is simply a civilian.
That he isn’t a double agent with a non-existent sense of self, that he isn’t bursting with stress and anxiety at any given time. It’s a nice reprieve, really, and it’s one that he slowly begins craving. The moments of peace and tranquility addict him, causing him to view his darling as a sort of stress-reliever, someone he can go to when things become too heavy, too dark, too much.
He wants to hear about everything happening in their lives – their crazy neighbors, annoying coworkers, the cat they saw crossing the street, the latest thing broken in their apartment. He wants to know about the mundane things, the things he’s never experienced and never will experience.
His darling is a sort of portal to a totally different world – what he could have had if he hadn’t been born into the family he was, if he hadn’t had inherited his quirk, if he hadn’t have done this or that.
His darling represents possibility, a side of Keigo that he desperately, desperately wishes he could embrace – which is why he slowly begins fantasizing about a future with his darling, always complete with a nice little house, a few children, a pretty ring on their finger, and complete domestic bliss.
It’s a dirty fantasy to him, really, something far off and dreamy, but with every interaction he has with his darling, it only stronger, and he only grows more desperate.
Empathetic
Keigo needs someone who is able to see past the layers of persona he puts on as Hawks and instead see him. Keigo Takami. He needs someone who’s able to listen to his words and comfort him, to see the frightened, abused boy he still is at heart.
The idea of a darling who’s able to understand him on such a deep, raw level leaves him feeling equal parts terrified and relieved, because he’s never really had someone there for him before.
The concept of a companion, of someone to rely on and love and cherish is such a foreign concept to him, and although he finds the idea enticing (having watched more than his fair share of rom-coms and trashy romance movies), Keigo doesn’t believe that he’ll ever get to experience it.
His life is too busy and hectic, and having a woman to hold and love and protect would add too much unnecessary strain. Except once he meets his darling and he feels seen for the first time, things begin changing. No longer does he find himself alone, internally grappling with his real identity and his hero identity, slowly losing himself with all the stress and obligations towards the commission.
No, he’s not alone because he has them – his darling, the one who’s smile and a simple brush of their hand leaves him breathless, feeling like a little kid with a sense of wonder and hopefulness and love that makes his heart pound in his chest.
A darling that’s able to incite these feelings in him is really the key to catching his attention in the first place – a cruel fate, really, considering his darlings is only trying to help him, only trying to help reassure him that he doesn’t have to be the ever strong, ever cool Hawks in front of everybody.
It’s a noble thought, really – but ultimately one that dooms his darling, forcing the blond to latch onto them with incredible strength and never, ever letting go.
GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:
Clingy
It takes quite a while for Keigo’s obsession to form. He’s never really had the time nor desire to get close enough to someone to even consider a relationship, and while he’s a had a one-night stand or two, that one night of intimacy is the closest he’s ever gotten to someone. He’s just not emotionally available, and for very good reason – he’s lived his entire adult life (and much of his youth) completely under the Commission’s control, his every desire, action, and thought controlled by others.
It’s sad and some part of him knows it, pitying himself even, but Keigo’s just not interested in developing any kind of romantic relationship with anyone. He doesn’t have time, and there’s a small part of him that questions if he’s even able to form that kind of a connection with someone. A childhood full of abuse, training and emotional neglect has fucked him up in more ways than one, and he’s genuinely unsure if he’s even capable of something like love, if he’d even be able to give someone a healthy relationship, his heart.
He swears off romance, finding it trivial and just not something for him, but things begin changing the longer he knows you, the longer he’s around you and spends time with you. His feelings are purely platonic at first – you’re funny, someone he finds himself actually getting along with and not dreading seeing, and it’s always a pleasure when he happens to run into you when he’s out on patrol or just wandering around the city in a rare moment of free time.
(And at this point, it genuinely is random – there’s no pre-planned meetings, no orchestrated attempts at just so happening to run into you, no attempt to follow you or know your location at all hours of the day. It’s just fate, really.)
He slowly warms up to you, deciding that he actually really likes you, and as the weeks turn into months, there’s this feeling that starts tugging at his heart. It’s this strange phenomenon where when he’s lost in thought, planning out his next moves in making sure he balances his double agent lifestyle, there’s this lingering thought of you.
He’ll gear up in his hero suit, shrugging the jacket on over his wings and checking himself over in the mirror, only to let his hand linger over his jacket lapel. He’d never noticed the small speck of blood on the tan material – had you? It was surely an enemy’s, some criminal that he’d roughed up a bit too badly before capturing, but it was still an unfortunate sight. His lips quirk down a bit as he thinks of whether you’d noticed it when you’d ran into him at the end of his patrol yesterday – you hadn’t mentioned anything, but maybe you were just being polite.
Something about the thought of you seeing him with blood on him leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
It’s not until a notification on his phone gets his pocket buzzing that he snaps out of his small reverie, blinking at his reflection and feeling a small bit of confusion settle over him. Why was he thinking of you? Surely it wasn’t your blood, and you hadn’t been present during any of his fights yesterday – why had the thought of you popped into his mind?
Keigo’s not sure, but he pushes aside the thought as he jumps off his balcony, the wind catching his wings and letting him soar towards the Hero Commission building.
He doesn’t give it much thought, but then it happens again the next day; he’s out on patrol, flying a good ten feet above the skyline of this particular neighborhood, when he sees a woman walking with a bouquet of flowers. They’re pretty, he supposes – roses mixed with some greenery and tulips, the kind of perfect bouquet you’d see in a rom-com or some cheesy movie.
He smiles a bit, seeing the way the woman was sighing down at them with a dreamy look on her face, and before he can stop himself there’s this flash in his mind of you with flowers in your arms. They’d be a different color, of course – your favorite color, and maybe even a different flower. Whatever one was your favorite, that’s what he’d get you.
He freezes as the last thought flits through his mind, his wings freezing too and causing him to falter a bit mid-air, desperately flapping them to stay afloat. What the hell?
He doesn’t like it, at first – the way you’re slowly seeping into every aspect of his thoughts, always some little twinge of you sitting at the sidelines, an idle thought of wow, you’d look great with that shirt on or a small question of would she like this?
It makes him uncomfortable, because he doesn’t know how to deal with this strange new development – sure, he's heard all about love and falling for someone, because while he may not look like it, he’s watched his fair share of chick flicks and raunchy romances.
But still, this is different – it’s different because it’s him, because it’s you. And it’s different because Keigo notices, as time passes, that none of those films or stories mention just how all-encompassing the feeling is, or how it makes him want to swing by your apartment every night, flying outside your window and letting those honey eyes scan the room to find your familiar figure.
They don’t mention anything about the desire that eats him up at night, how he seems to see you in everything around him – his pillow is soft, but he’s sure your stomach would be softer. His dining chair is comfortable, but having you sit in his lap would make it more comfortable.
The ratty shirt with the massive holes cut in the back is loose on him, but where it looks sloppy on him, you’d manage to look cute, he’s sure. It scares him, if he’s being honest, because he feels his control over himself slowly slipping through his fingers – he can’t stop himself from checking over you when he knows you’re at work, repeatedly flying through the area when he really doesn’t need to, just to make sure there’s no villainous activity.
(And always keeping an eye out for you when he knows your shift is over – he always gets too nervous and chickens out, but one of these days he swears he’s going to swoop down and pick you up, holding you in his arms as he flies around with you, chuckling in your ear and pulling you flush against his body under the guise of ‘safety’ – just please ignore the hardness you feel against your back or the labored breaths in your ear.)
It scares him that he can’t stop himself from suddenly paying much more attention to your every word, listening to you like you’re spouting holy epiphanies as you tell him about your coworkers or this new film you watched, biting his lip and nodding along, letting his eyes occasionally flick down to your mouth as quickly as he can, just so you won’t notice.
Thus starts a troubling pattern – Keigo starts slowly craving learning as much as he can about you, because with every thought that pops up into his head, he finds his knowledge about you is sorely lacking. He doesn’t know what your favorite flower is – he can’t get you that bouquet he was fantasizing of.
He doesn’t know where your favorite take-out place is – he can’t surprise you with dinner on nights he can tell you’re tired. (He can tell because he’d followed you home from the air and noticed your slouched shoulders and the way you’d looked on the verge of tears when you’d stubbed your toe on the uneven sidewalk, but still.)
He doesn’t know what size shoe you wear – he can’t pick you up those new shoes he thought you’d like, or get you a new pair of those fuzzy, warm socks he noticed were looking a little ragged in your laundry bin.
He doesn’t know what your ideal date is, so he can’t plan one with the knowledge that you’d be as happy as humanly possibly, all smiley and bashful and shy, all because you’re with Keigo himself.
It frustrates him, and he figures it wouldn’t hurt to look into you just a bit more – he’s got access to all kinds of information, security clearances associated with his status as both a hero, an agent of the Hero Commission, and an agent of the Meta Liberation Army making pretty much any piece of information he wants to get his hands on accessible. He’s getting access to your computer and phone, sifting through your search histories, contacts, even your bank accounts and government information.
(How else would he be able to start depositing occasional bits of money into your account, gifts he knows you won’t notice because you never check your transaction histories? You may not know about them, but he does, and it makes him feel good, important when he’s gifting you a hundred dollars here and there, making sure you have a cushion so that you can spoil yourself and indulge in all the things he knows you want to, but you don’t have the funds to do so.)
He’s designating a specific feather to slip into your purse or pocket, attached to your person so that he can track where you’re going, feeling the vibration against your back when you’re talking, when you’re shivering because you’re cold, when you’re standing or sitting or laying or moaning and gasping and shaking –
(He’ll always stiffen up when the feather he’d managed to slip into your jacket starts vibrating with the sound of your cries, his cheeks and neck feeling unbearably hot as he starts to sweat, wings twitching uncontrollably and rushing to the nearest bathroom, clutching the sink and grimacing because god, you’re moaning so damn much, you must be touching yourself and he’s not even there to see it, not able to watch you fall apart – maybe you’re even thinking of him, of how he’d fuck you nice and deep, pushing your knees up to your ears and groaning your name over and over while he fills you full of his cum – He’s in the bathroom for a suspiciously long time, and when he comes back with his pants just slightly askew, Dabi will cock a brow but not make a comment.)
He’s even going so far as to set up cameras in your apartment, having broken in one day when you weren’t home, making sure they’re placed in inanimate objects so you don’t find one and get scared.
(Though, he can’t deny that the image of you running to him in fear, crying and clutching onto him and telling him that someone’s stalking you has a very nice ring to it… Ultimately, though, he knows it’s best for you to not take on the stress and burden of knowing your every move is being watched, recorded, stored onto his phone and computer so that when he can’t sleep at night or is particularly stressed from all the lying and sneaking around, he’ll have something pretty and sweet to look at, something calming and relaxing, something that makes him sigh and his lips quirk up into a small smile as his thumb rubs the technology, imagining it was your cheek.)
It’s a slow slide into his obsessive tendencies, but once his feelings for you have formed in full, Keigo is a lost cause – and once you end up trapped with him, forced to depend on him for everything, this trait will only present itself more strongly, becoming harder and harder to ignore because he won’t bother hiding it anymore.
You’ll be scared and apprehensive every time he arrives with a glass of water right when you were beginning to feel thirsty, but really, you should know better. You’ll be unnerved when he presents a new bottle of shampoo to you right as you start itching to shower, but it’s inevitable.
Keigo knows you better than you know yourself, after all – and he just wants to keep you happy, keep you safe. He's just in love, and doesn’t he deserve someone to love?
Doesn’t he deserve to be happy too, to finally, finally have something all to himself, something that’s his?
Protective
Frankly, though Keigo hides it well, his protectiveness over you is unbearable. He’s a seasoned pro-hero who spends a good amount of time with villains, and as a result he’s more than aware of just how dark of a place the world really is. He has intimate knowledge of just how many horrible people are hiding in plain sight, all the violent and horrific crimes they commit, and just how often they manage to escape unscathed.
And of course, he also knows just how many innocent victims get wrapped up in their schemes, often resulting in injuries and trauma and even death. And while Keigo generally is disapproving of murder, he’s even more staunchly against the concept when it’s your death, when you’re the lifeless body that’s laying on the cold, hard cement, blood pooling around your head and your pretty eyes staring aimlessly above, your fingers cold and your neck bruised and oh god oh god –
The realization that the way he feels for you has wandered into romantic territory is the same moment that he realizes that you could very easily be one of the civilians he was just a hair too slow to save.
He’s helping an older woman crawl out of a pile of rubble left behind from a stand-off with a villain, part of the building having collapsed in on itself, and all of a sudden he sees something sticking out from below a large, cement cylinder – a foot, stained red at the ankle, and immediately he feels sick.
Evacuations aren’t always successful, and oh, look at that – the foot’s complexion is oddly familiar, and he swears he’s seen that nail polish on someone else’s fingers before. Bile actually rises up the back of his throat as he realizes that everything about this unfortunate soul reminds him of you, even down to the hair dotting her leg. It’s a hard pill to swallow as images of you bloody and bruised flash through his mind, each one making his chest tighter than the last.
It leaves his fists clenching and his jaw tight enough to make his teeth hurt, and it’s in that moment that his body almost seems to operate on autopilot – the images of you battered and too injured to be helped are still swirling through his mind as his feet leave the ground, his wings beating faster and faster with every second, his desperation to reach you strong enough to get his heart practically racing out of his chest.
The wind is whistling in his ears as he flies to your apartment, his muscles aching from the exertion, his lip caught between his teeth as he mentally chants that you’re okay, you’re okay, please God you have to be okay.
It’s only once he lands on your apartment balcony and sees you clumsily doing your dishes in the kitchen sink that relief floods his system, his entire body sagging against the railing as he finally lets out the breath he’d been unconsciously holding back.
You’re okay.
You’re alive and breathing, and as his eyes scan every exposed inch of your skin, he can’t find even a speck of blood. A hand comes up to rest over his heart, and Keigo swallows, Adam’s apple visibly bobbing with the weight of the motion.
He spends longer than he’d care to admit on your balcony that evening, those yellow eyes watching like a hawk as you move about in your tiny apartment, mentally assessing each and every movement. You’re pretty like this, he thinks – you’re entirely unaware that you’re being watched, but there’s something about seeing you be so natural and free that’s exhilarating, making his heart pound and his cheeks flush pink because this is what you’re really like when no one’s watching. It makes his chest ache to see it, his gloved fingers reaching out and pressing against the glass of your sliding door, the urge almost unbearable to be with you and hear what he’s sure is you singing along to some horrible song.
He’s idly wondering if you cook all your meals, and that’s why you have so many dishes – would you cook for him? He's a lousy chef and frankly a bit picky about his food, but he’d eat anything you make for him with a bright smile and trembling fingers, eagerly wolfing down the food and being nearly brought to tears because you made this for him.
He’s imagining the way you’d let him hold you at night, sharing a bed with you and your body pressed snugly beside his, an arm draped over your side and your soft breaths tickling the expanse of his chest. It’s a pleasant thought, but all too soon his phone is buzzing and he’s brought out of his reverie, glancing at the time and sucking in a sharp breath because it’s been an hour and a half of him just sitting here, gaping like an idiot at you.
Embarrassment creeps up his spine, but before he jumps off the balcony and heads to the Commission to report back, he spares a final glance over his shoulder at you, and the smallest of smiles sits on his lips, something warm blooming in his chest.
But from that moment onwards, Keigo slowly becomes more and more consumed by the idea of just how truly unprepared you are for any sort of villain encounter. You have a quirk, sure, but it’s minor and not especially useful, and it certainly wouldn’t help if you were to be cornered in some dark alleyway, or if you were to hear your front door’s lock being picked, or if you were to be caught in the crossfire of a villain robbing a bank.
And it’s small things that remind him of these facts – he'll see you trip over seemingly nothing, losing your footing and stumbling for just a moment, and immediately fear is sitting heavy in his gut because god, you’d be dead meat running from a villain. It’s endearing, of course, but it’s scary.
He hears you giggle sheepishly and rub the back of your neck as you admit to your friend over lunch that you’d forgot to lock your door when you left for groceries yesterday, his skin and feathers bristling and a small prick of anger bubbling inside him because are you asking to be the next tragedy covered on the news?
He takes you out for dinner (that he hopes you’ll think of as a date, even if the restaurant is a simple diner that he knows you love) and sees a bandaid on your finger, his voice a touch lower than his previous joking tone as he asks if you’re okay, did you hurt yourself? Your response of how you’d accidentally caught the sharp edge of a razor in the shower makes his entire body tense, both at the idea of you in the shower and at the idea of your blood being drawn, of the way you’d probably hissed and bit your lip, the pain acute. You’ll notice the way he freezes up, this look on his face that you can’t quite describe, but soon he’ll be flashing you that familiar grin, taking a sip of his soda and telling you that unshaved is better, hasn’t anyone ever told you that?
(He likes the way you roll your eyes and pretend that you aren’t embarrassed by his comment – at least, he hopes that’s how you’re feeling, because the comment made him himself a little hot under the collar.)
Everything you do is a reminder to him that you’re weak, and it’s this constant mantra that moves Keigo to take his own measures to ensure your safety. He’ll offer to walk you home from work every day, waving off your concerns by telling you that his patrols end right around that time anyways so it’s no big deal.
(They don’t – they tend to end much earlier, but this way he can fly around for a bit, trail you from the air and keep his eyes trained only on you, all with the luxury of lying when you notice his presence about how his patrol areas happen to line up with the district you work in.)
He’ll tell you that he’s sure your cooking is good, but he knows what place has the absolute best lunches – and would you look at that, it’s not too far from your apartment! Maybe you’d be interested in getting lunch with him sometimes? He knows the owner pretty well because he’s always in there, maybe he could even get the both of you a loyal customer discount.
(He’d only started eating there because a late night of watching you through your apartment windows had led to his stomach growling too much to bear, and he’d strolled into the twenty-four-hour establishment absolutely ravenous for food, still glowing from having watched your sleeping face.)
He’s even making unsolicited, subtle remarks about your own habits designed to get you to change some of your more problematic traits – he’ll tell you that eating breakfast is actually very good for you, he’s heard that people who skip breakfast tend to have bowel problems.
(It’s delivered as a joke and you snort because he’d been a little graphic with a bad pun thrown in there, and as Keigo basks in the sight of your smile and the sound of your laughter, he hopes that you’ll remember the sentiment – you need to be eating properly, after all.)
He’s telling you that crime rates have been awfully high in your neighborhood lately – it’s recommended for all civilians to avoid speaking to anyone on the streets – just for safety purposes, of course.
(And because it dramatically reduces the number of men you interact with, something that makes both his protectiveness and possessiveness cool ever so slightly because that means one less man that you could meet and fall for and want and love-)
And why shouldn’t you believe everything that he says? He’s the number two hero, a man who’s saved more lives than you could imagine – how could he not be the authority on safety? Who are you to doubt anything he tells you, any advice he gives you?
And Keigo knows this – which is why he’ll start pushing further and further with time, trying to convince you to drop anything dangerous at all; did you know that more people cut themselves with knives than with all other cutting tools combined? You should really be careful, you know – besides, sometimes recipes are better with whole tomatoes!
(Really, he just wants to avoid seeing a knife in your hands – you’re not trustworthy with something so sharp, even if the sight of you in the kitchen slaving over the stove is strangely adorable, strangely right.)
Did you know that most animal attacks are from dogs? Maybe you shouldn’t consider getting that cute puppy you’d been gushing about – you just never know.
(Really, Keigo’s just worried that you’ll end up spending all your time and attention with said puppy, leaving him with only the most meager scraps that won’t be nearly enough to satisfy him, and while he’s serious about the dog attacks, he’s mostly just selfish. Plus, an animal companion would make slipping through your window late at night almost impossible.)
Did you know that the vast majority of murder victims are women? You should probably take him up on his offer to be your personal chaperone – consider it a favor for a friend, he’d told you.
(Though he’d been gritting his teeth as he said the word ‘friend’, even the feel of it on his tongue making something ugly twist in his gut. The way he feels for you certainly isn’t friendly – it can’t be, not when he’s imagining waking up with you every morning, the way your lips would taste, how you’d look on your knees staring up at him while you gag and choke and suck so hard your cheeks hollow out.)
And once you’ve been kidnapped, this trait is only furthered, his paranoia eating away at him because he knows you’ll be rebellious, that you’ll want to lash out and hurt yourself and hurt him, and just the thought leaves him buzzing with anxiety, stress eating away at him because he absolutely refuses to let you get injured in any way.
You have to stay pristine – his gorgeous, precious partner that he loves, the only woman who’s ever made him feel something so strong. You have to be okay – because if you aren’t, then he isn’t either, and the only thing more dangerous than a powerful, cunning man living a double life is a broken, apathetic man who wants everyone to know just how little life means now that his other half is gone.
Controlling
His controlling tendencies manifest as a result of both his extreme protectiveness, and as a sort of coping mechanism from the lack of control he has over his own life. He does love you – at least, he thinks this is love.
(If it’s not love, then Keigo doesn’t know what the fuck this could possibly be – what else would cause him to be thinking of you at all hours of the day, his body physically aching and yearning to be with you? What else could cause his breathing to hitch and become so uneven when you’re in his presence, his quirk nearly out of his control as his feathers ruffle and flutter and come down around you like some sort of cage?)
He loves you, sure, his obsession festering into something darker, deeper, more unmanageable and impossible to come back from, but there’s a part of him that begins exerting this control over you as a way to satisfy himself.
By dictating your life, it’s almost like he’s dictating his own – like he gets to choose what happens, like he has self-autonomy, like he isn’t just a puppet being used by others. It’s euphoric, cathartic, and this only furthers his dependence on you – not only do you make him feel something warm and gooey and suffocating in his chest, but you also make him feel calmer, more grounded, more whole.
But as lovely as it is for Keigo to finally get a grip on his own mental health, this has rather disastrous effects on you – even before he’s stolen you away, these controlling tendencies are present. Of course, they’re difficult to spot when Keigo is still just the handsome, flirty hero who seems to have a soft spot for little old you. You’re in a metaphorical honeymoon phase at that point, beyond flattered that someone like him has noticed someone like you.
And so, you don’t really notice the way that he tells you to stop hanging out with a particular friend that you keep rambling on about. They’re going through a hard time, you’re sure of it – it’s the only reason they’ve been so snappy and distant lately, and it’s only natural for you to bear your burdens to Keigo, telling him how they were rude to you last weekend, how they’ve been ignoring your calls, how you’re at a loss because what could possibly be happening?
And Keigo will grit his teeth, his smile tight and visibly strained as he clutches onto his coffee cup with white knuckles, eventually telling you wow, that really sucks, some friend. Maybe you should stop hanging out with them – obviously they aren’t as invested in the friendship as you are, sound like they’re not as good of a friend as you are, frankly.
It’s good advice, all things considered, but it’s presented in a way that flatters you, that makes you sound like you’re the reasonable, good friend and they’ve simply dropped the ball. And so, you’ll follow his advice – that friend isn’t contacted again, and Keigo personally sees to it that you’ve blocked them, having gone in and manually done it on your phone while you were fast asleep.
You won’t notice how he makes subtle comments about what you should order when you’re at a restaurant together – he’ll never make comments about your weight, but he’ll prompt you to eat something healthier, something more, something that’ll leave you happy but nourish you as well. The comments are again difficult to spot – when he opens up the menu, he’ll pipe up and tell you that they’ve got that salad you were talking about the other day – you know the one? Yeah, sounds good – do you want to split it? I think we should get some extra chicken on top, too.
(Once the salad arrives, of course, you’ll be eating the majority – Keigo will nibble at it, picking at it and making a bit show of always having his fork packed with the greens – and a lot of the chicken – but you’ll be the one shoveling food into your mouth, feeling full by the time Keigo’s eaten roughly ten bites.)
You won’t notice it much at all, really – which is why it’s such a shock to one day wake up in Keigo’s luxury, king-sized bed, the soft white sheets smelling like fresh laundry and the pretty red, silky pajamas he’d changed you into feeling foreign on your body.
But just like his more needy and clingy tendencies, Keigo’s controlling nature will start to show itself once he’s stolen you away. There’s no point in hiding how he feels now, is there? You’re aware that he’s in love with you (he tells you every fucking day, after all, with a hushed voice that sounds much too vulnerable for you to bear and a barrage of kisses along your jawline and neck), so what’s the point in dialing down some of the more questionable aspects of his infatuation?
He’d kidnapped you out of paranoia, and now that you’re with him constantly, he’s able to really, fully control your actions and the things you’re allowed to do. He’s not too dehumanizing with it, but there’s a lot of limits on things that you normally wouldn’t even think about – you’re allowed to watch TV, but only for an hour a day and only specific channels and programs he’s approved.
(Generally, the cutoff for what he considers ‘appropriate’ for you are things without graphic violence, nothing terribly sad, and nothing that would cause you tension or stress. So, all horror movies are off the table, all dramas, all action films, really only leaving the things he wouldn’t mind watching with you – romances, mostly, and the occasional film with much more erotica than he realized. His face will turn red as the actors moan and whisper hushed I love you’s, his yellow eyes nervously flicking over to you from his spot beside you, his fingers itching to reach out to you, the blanket covering you both suddenly feeling much too hot.)
You’re allowed to eat what you want, but with a few very strict guidelines – you can’t have anything over a certain amount of grams of sugar, nor are you allowed to consume anything that isn’t paired with a vegetable. He’s forcing you to eat protein, and if you don’t eat meat he’ll count out a specific number of nuts you must consume that day, just to make sure you’re getting proper nutrition.
He especially loves if you’ll let him feed the nuts to you, or any food, really – he likes to feel needed and helpful, and to have you looking at him with those pretty eyes, the fork pressed against your lips while you swallow and thank him for the food… It makes Keigo’s breathing get a bit heavy, his mouth watering because god, he wants to use that fork after you, would you think that’s weird?
He’s not taking away any of your basic privileges like dressing yourself or using the restroom alone, but Keigo has a way of making you feel pathetic without even trying to; there’s just something about the way he looks at you, all soft smiles and wide eyes, his palms always clammy and nervous, his touch always hesitant but eager.
He won’t explicitly create a schedule for your daily life under his thumb, but you’ll essentially be in one, anyways. He leaves for work in the mornings, parting from you with a very, very tonguey kiss, and while he’s gone on his patrol all day, you’ll cycle through reading a few of the (pre-approved) books he’d gifted you, practicing your art skills, practicing your musical skills, and staring out the fifteen-story window, the one-way, bulletproof glass not giving you even the option to crack it if you wanted to brave the fall.
You’ll be stagnant, really, something that Keigo doesn’t appreciate at all once he notices it happening, but it doesn’t change the fact that he absolutely can’t relinquish control – you’re his, and even if you’re unhappy, Keigo will be damned if he gives up caring for you and making your decisions for you. That’s love, isn’t it? He knows what’s best for you, so why can’t you see that? Why do you fight him and tell him he’s a monster, a horrible, horrible man?
He just wants to keep you safe and happy and loved, so why are you making it so fucking difficult?
DEALING WITH RIVALS:
While Keigo isn’t too terribly possessive as far as yanderes go, he really only has so much self-control. Of course, he doesn’t like seeing other men around you, those already narrow eyes of his growing even sharper and smaller because he does not like this.
But what sets Keigo apart from others is that while he’s enraged, anxiety and anger prickling at his skin and causing goosebumps to litter his entire body, he’s smart. He’s good at reading people, at fully assessing situations and making split seconds analyses, and that’s exactly what he’ll do whenever he sees you in a situation where another man is showing interest.
He’ll examine the man’s face – is he smiling? Laughing? Serious? Frowning?
Smiling and laughing generally means one of two things – either the man hopes to become friends or acquaintances with you, or he’s flirting and he thinks it’s going very well. Keigo can’t decide which option he hates more.
A serious expression or a frown normally means that the man is trying to create a mysterious air – to embody hypermasculinity, to try and lure you in by looking the part of the strong, dominant man who’s only weakness is you. It makes Keigo cringe, his nose scrunching up in a wince as he thinks of how terribly stupid this man must be to think you’d fall for something like that – he obviously doesn’t know you or your intellect, at least not like Keigo does. Nobody knows you like Keigo does – not even yourself.
He’s looking at the man’s body language – if he’s leaning towards you, he probably has less than innocent intentions, either trying to intimidate you or get close to you to fulfill some sick, perverted urge.
(An urge that Keigo knows all too well – the urge to feel you, to touch you, to smell you, to have your skin against his. It’s an urge that he’s had to fight more times than he can count, stopping himself from scooping your into his arms and burying his face into the crook of your neck, his hands roaming every inch of your body because god, you smell good and you’re so fucking pretty and your voice is like heaven to his ears and you feel too damn good pressed against him like this and fuck you drive him absolutely insane.)
If the man has his hands in his pockets, that generally signals to Keigo that he’s not as confident at this as he’d like you to believe, showing the hero that the man is more than aware that you’re wildly out of his league, that really the man should have absolutely no business speaking with you.
Keigo’s noticing the distance between your body and the stranger’s – if it’s more than three feet, he’s able to take a small, minimally relieved sigh because at least the man isn’t likely to try something. But if he’s closer to you, dangerously close to being in your space and making you feel uncomfortable, immediately Keigo’s wings are flapping, the movements harsh and unconscious as his fists tighten and he grits his teeth because he’ll be damned if he lets anyone make you uncomfortable.
And he’s analyzing your body language, too, of course – if you like the interaction, if you’re pleased by the attention, if you’re scared, if you want to leave, even if you want to leave with the stranger himself. And while Keigo wishes he was wrong, the moments where you actually seem to be enjoying the flirting of a stranger make him bristle, a deep scowl settling on his face while insecurity and panic grip his heart because he has to stop this before it's too late – before you let yourself get wooed by another man before Keigo even gets the chance to fully earn your trust and adoration.
Seeing you approached by potential rivals for your love really brings out the worst side of Keigo – it brings out all the skills the Commission drilled into him, those eyes of his dissecting the other man like he’s merely a slab of meat, the blond finding every possible point of weakness in the man’s stature or attitude, just so Keigo can understand the full scope of what he’s competing with. Just so that Keigo can understand exactly how he can be better than this loser – how he can impress you and get you acting all bashful and dismissive of his witty flirting just like you should be.
Jealousy isn’t too pretty on Keigo, and while he won’t just blindly murder any man that steals your attention for even a moment.
(He’d lose his hero status very quickly, no matter how much he sometimes wants to send a feather clean through their neck, slicing their head off and feeling not a smidge of remorse because now he’ll finally stop running his mouth at you when you’ve clearly already been chosen to be Hawks’s woman – the number two’s sweet, important little partner that he absolutely cannot lose).
His patrol had felt incredibly long today – no large villain sightings, with only a few petty muggers making the time pass. Keigo sighs, wings flapping and wind whipping in his ears as he eagerly scans the streets below.
Normally, you’d be walking to the grocery store right around now – he’d noticed you were low on eggs, so it was only a matter of time before you braved the cold autumn air. Suspicion immediately pricks along Keigo’s spine, however, as he slowly flies along the path that you take to the store. You’re no where in sight – he doesn’t see your familiar jacket or notice the way the sunlight glistens off your hair, and immediately something uncomfortable is settling in his gut.
This wasn’t like you – you’d told him once that you prefer this time of day for your shopping because the store is the least crowded, and Keigo knows how you feel about interacting with strangers. And yet, you’re missing – something that makes him immediately pick up his speed, brows knitting together and his lower lip caught between his teeth. Eager eyes scan every sidewalk as he quickly makes his way to your apartment complex, every second that he doesn’t see you only furthering the feeling of dread slowly eating at him.
He’s near the point of whipping out his phone to call you and check the tracker he’d installed into your phone when he lets out an audible sigh of relief, having spotted your familiar form on the sidewalk below. You’re only a few blocks from your apartment at this point – and with a look of disgust, Keigo identifies the reason why.
There’s a man with you.
You’re standing and speaking with him, tucked away at the corner of the sidewalk, and immediately the feeling of panic is replaced by anger, his shoulders tensing up. As he swoops down and lands on the top of the building above you, he cranes his neck to get a better look at this man. Keigo’s never seen him before – you’ve never interacted with him in all the months he’s been watching you, leading him to believe that this man is a stranger.
Keigo taps his foot impatiently, trying to decide if this is good news or bad news. On the one hand, it’s always good news to know that you don’t have many men in your life – Keigo should be the only one, really, the only person, even, not just man.
But it also means that this stranger probably stopped you to strike up a conversation, which can only means two things – either the man is asking an innocent question, or he’s interested in you. Interested in you, as in wanting to date you, to kiss your pretty lips and hear you whisper those three words and bend you in half and make you scream and moan and gush-
Keigo grits his teeth, left eye twitching slightly at the mere thought of this man being brazen enough to approach you like this. And based off the way he keeps steadily stepping closer to you and you keep subtly shifting away from him, Keigo suddenly understands exactly what’s going on.
He hesitates for only a moment, a small pang of doubt registering in the back of his mind (wondering if this is how you look when you’re with Keigo himself, that annoying insecurity revolving around anything romantic and anything with you once again filling him with false worries), before he’s jumping from the rooftop, landing with a small grunt onto the sidewalk a few feet away from the two of you.
Clearing his throat, he walks with a bit more urgency than normal towards you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and leaning in.
What’re we talking about? Keigo asks, yellow eyes fixed on the man, any semblance of a smile gone from his face. His chest is puffed out ever so slightly, wings spread to make his physical presence as big as possible, to make him as intimidating as possible. Immediately you’re jumping, slightly embarrassed and slightly relieved at Keigo’s sudden presence. He feels you relax slightly against him and tries to ignore the way his throat goes dry and his pupils dilate – he’ll relive the memory of you feeling safe around him later tonight, but now’s not the time.
The man steps back immediately, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking at the hero sheepishly, guilt written all over his face. Keigo scoffs under his breath, examining the man’s face in closer detail. He’s somewhat attractive, and that same nagging voice comes back, idly wondering if you’d prefer brunettes like this man over blondes like Keigo, or if you preferred slightly taller men, because this stranger is easily a few inches taller than the hero. He frows, biting the inside of his cheek and willing the thoughts to go away – at least until he’s sorted this out.
Oh, Hawks, hey man, I didn’t – we’re not talkin’ about anything. Nice to meet you, miss. The man fumbles for his words, before quickly backpedaling and practically running the opposite direction, peeking over his shoulder every once in a while and wincing.
Keigo holds his ground, not moving, keeping those eyes locked on the man’s figure until he’s eventually a good block or two away. Only then does Keigo turn to you, his cheeks a little pink as he flashes you a smile. He’s still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and he gives you a small squeeze that he hopes isn’t too forward – he wouldn’t want you to get the idea that he’s after the same thing that stranger had been.
(Though really, isn’t he? He just wants all of you, not only your body – and he can take much better care of you, can’t he? Better than that gangly, sleazy man ever could, better than any other man ever could.)
He’s brought out of his small reverie by you profusely thanking him, telling him that the man had just approached you out of nowhere and you didn’t know how to leave the situation without it potentially escalating.
Keigo only smiles lazily, nodding at you and telling you not to worry, that he’s a pro hero, so it’s kind of my job, you know? Though for my favorite civilian, I don’t mind working overtime.
He winks at you after that, feeling only slightly anxious that you’ll find the action too arrogant, but you only blink owlishly at him, mumbling something about feeling guilty that it’s ‘overtime’. Keigo waves off your concerns, releasing your shoulder and trying not to show loss on his face.
You thank him again, smiling at him in a way that gets his knees very close to buckling, but he just clears his throat and nods, saluting you playfully and letting his wings flap, already a few feet in the air as he tells you to enjoy the rest of your night and to call him if any other creeps show up. You’re still smiling as he flies back over the roof of the building, but you don’t notice how he stops, peeking over the roof to see you make your way in the direction of the grocery store.
A small smile sits on his lips at the sight, smaller and more genuine than the smirk he’d been wearing moments ago.
Knew it, he thinks earnestly, already mentally predicting what you’ll pick up from the store. And as he hovers back into the air, cracking his neck and knuckles, he decides following you there couldn’t hurt – just in case any more men decide to mess with his woman.
TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:
Keigo’s obsession with you is overwhelming, terrifying, and pushes him to do a number of things that force his morals to be flung out the window of favor of keeping you safe, happy, his, but there’s still a few things that he can’t push himself to do, even with you in mind. One of these things is to steal you away.
Kidnapping you is not something he wants to do – he may nurse a few beliefs about how you’ll eventually forgive him for being so obsessive and domineering over you, but Keigo isn’t stupid. He knows your image of him will never recover if he presses the chloroform-soaked rag up to your mouth and coos at you while you fall limp and into his arms.
He knows you’ll never truly forgive him if you wake up one morning in his apartment, breakfast in bed waiting beside you while he stares eagerly down at you, apologizing for having to be so extreme but trying desperately to convince you that he had no other choice, that he did it for you, that he did it to keep you safe.
He knows it won’t go over well, and Keigo already feels so unsure of how to properly court you and make you genuinely like him and not just Hawks that he doesn’t want to do something even slightly risky. He already knows that stalking you, breaking into your home at night to restock your refrigerator and lay beside you on your bed is crossing enough boundaries and grounds for you to be seriously afraid of him, but kidnapping you is a line he simply isn’t willing to cross.
At least, that’s how he initially feels – until something drastic happens, something that seriously threatens your safety and Keigo can’t just simply sit back and allow it to happen. And of course, it’s fucking Dabi – Keigo’s stomach drops when he hears you mention something about running into a man on your way over a cozy cup of coffee in a local café, the air warm and smelling of espresso.
He’d picked the café because he knew it wasn’t super busy – as much as his pride swells when civilians notice him and beg him for autographs and photos right in front of you, it also makes him nervous because the last thing he wants is to come off as cocky or arrogant or rude.
(Plus, the thought of making you jealous of his fans – especially the adoring women – gets his heart racing, his face and ears feeling hot because it makes him feel good that you’re being possessive over him, but he really doesn’t want you to worry. He’ll always be yours.)
But now he’s wishing it was full to the brim, voices chattering and making it difficult to hear the way you describe a man with so many piercings and a pretty serious skin condition came up to me, he knew my name! Keigo, why do you think he knew my name? Do you think I should be worried?
He’s stiff, every muscle in his body tense and his grip on the coffee cup in his hand so tight that it shatters, coffee and ceramic shards getting everywhere. He’s still staring at you, though, even as you gasp and stand up, running to grab some napkins and wipe up the still steaming coffee. There’s some on his hand but he doesn’t seem to care – to even notice, really, if the way he’s just staring and not even flinching is any indication.
Your brows furrow as you wipe the drink off of him, chest heaving slightly as you ask him if he’s okay, if it hurts, if he’s even listening to you. Keigo just swallows, still looking at you, before telling you with an unnervingly flat voice that it’s certainly weird, but I wouldn’t worry about it.
You don’t mention it again, instead trying to ignore the heavy atmosphere and the way he’s looking at you, all wide-eyed and not a single bit of emotion on his face. It’s scaring you, to be honest, and you’re quick to give him a small side hug and thank him for meeting you for coffee. Keigo mumbles something back as he watches you walk away, something prickling at the corners of his eyes that almost feel like tears as he imagines how Dabi could’ve possibly learned about you.
He’d been so fucking careful – always making sure to not let his phone ever directly point at your face or your address, never explicitly saying your full name in case he was being bugged, never even breathing any bit of information that the greedy bastard could get his hands on.
And yet, it’d all been for nothing – because now that Dabi knows about you, everything has changed. You’re in danger, because although Keigo believes that Dabi won’t immediately kill you, he can’t simply rely on his gut – you’re in danger. And although he’d promised himself he wouldn’t snatch you away, that he wouldn’t betray your trust and make you hate him, he doesn’t really have a choice now, does he?
And so, with a heavy heart and red, puffy eyes, Keigo slips into your apartment, the sleeping pills he’d mixed into your water sitting on your nightstand leaving you out like a light, even as he fabricates the crime scene. He’s shattering your window to mimic a home invader, tangling up your sheets and leaving dirty prints coming out your front door, your clothes ransacked and your television and computer destroyed.
It has to look real, after all – faking a death is difficult but he’s done it before, and as he soars away across town to his own apartment, with you clutched in his arms and your hair tickling his neck, Keigo can only whisper apologies against the crown of your head, squeezing his eyes closed and hoping that even in your unconscious state, you can feel how terribly, terribly sorry he is.
Of course, even though your kidnapping isn’t the idea situation for you or your captor, Keigo still tries to make the best of it. He doesn’t pretend to think that you’re happy with him – he expects the crying and screaming when you wake up the next morning, his expression carefully neutral as you accuse him of being a villain, a creep, even though it makes his chest ache in a way no injury ever has, his lips feeling numb because god, he can’t breath with how you look at him in disgust and hatred.
It’s horrible – but he grits his teeth and bares it, avoiding the pillows (lush and top-quality, of course, covered in sheets of your favorite color) you’re throwing at him, not saying anything until you’ve had your fill. And really, his explanation once you’d calmed down enough to listen to it isn’t nearly enough – he’s at a loss for words, really, looking at you with such honest eyes that it only makes you cry harder.
He’ll tell you that I need to keep you safe, and I – I’m selfish, so this is the only way. It’s lackluster and it’ll have you despising him, but as the days slowly pass, you’ll find yourself growing less and less enraged at him, instead growing more and more complacent about your new life.
Because really, Keigo absolutely fucking spoils you. He’s certainly not hurting financially, and he won’t bat an eye at buying anything and everything he thinks you could possibly want.
He’s getting takeout every night, ordering all your favorites (without having to ask you, of course, something that’d scared you at first, but there’s something about the way he eyes you as you eat it that makes you pause, his small, almost shy question of do you like it sounding rushed and nervous) and making sure to pick up snacks and goodies on his way home from almost every patrol. He loves to see you smile, and even in the beginning, when you’re still afraid of him and betrayed, the way your lips quirk up ever so slightly into the shadow of a smile when he hands you your favorite snack makes him gulp, something warm and overwhelming and hopeful bubbling up inside him.
He’s buying you pretty necklaces and jewelry that remind him of you, all the pieces startlingly within your tastes, his memory of the jewelry you used to wear so acute and strong that he knows your style even better than you do.
All of the clothing he buys for you (mostly comfortable clothing, lounging shirts and sweatpants and giant blanket ponchos) fits you perfectly, almost seeming to be tailored with the way they fit around your bust, hips, ass, shoulders, and thighs.
(He won’t buy you any formal clothing, however – he’s faked your death, and he can’t exactly take you out for a nice date now, can he? He wouldn’t mind doing a candle-lit dinner in his own apartment, maybe sprinkling a few rose petals over the table and cooking you something that he really, really needs you to like, but he knows you aren’t willing. You’d thrash and refuse, not eating his food and looking at him with those eyes, the ones that are hard and calloused and sting with pain. So, he instead purchases the pretty dresses with low tops and slits up the leg, storing them in his spare closet so that you never see them, so that you don’t feel forced into anything more than you don’t want. Kidnapping is enough – romantic dinners would be amazing, the kind of thing that Keigo thinks about with a small, sad smile on his face as he watches you sleep late at night, but certainly not a thing that could happen. Absolutely not – at least, not any time soon.)
He’s embracing each and ever artistic and creative passion you’ve ever had, buying you unfathomable amounts of supplies and instruments of the highest quality, waiting with baited breath to see if you like them, hoping with his hands clutched into fists at his side that you’ll smile at him, that you’ll look at him in anything other than hate – and perhaps, if he’s lucky enough, you’ll even thank him.
(Just the thought makes him shiver, a blush rising from his chest all the way up his neck because he can’t not immediately imagine the way you’d thank him – perhaps you’d give him a kiss, full of tongue and spit and moans, or maybe you’d even sink to your knees for him, telling him that you appreciate his thoughtfulness, his love, how he works so hard to keep me safe, won’t you let me thank you, Keigo? Please?)
It’s wishful thinking, of course, but Keigo tries to do everything humanly possible to keep you as happy as you can be given the situation. Of course, he’s still controlling, laying down rules that you’ll be too afraid to disobey, because although Keigo is soft with you and treats you like you’re made of glass, you’ve seen the televised fights, the way his knuckles are sometimes bruised after patrols, the way he snaps angrily into his phone when the Commission calls him with yet another assignment. He’s still dictating what you can eat, how much contact you get with the outside world, your limited sources of entertainment, anything and everything. But he tries his absolute hardest to respect you in every other way, if only to perhaps plant the seeds of you one day growing to tolerate him, of you one day even perhaps loving him.
And so, Keigo forces himself to do the hardest thing of all – not physically crowd you. He’s always wanted to be touchy with you, the years of not having anyone to hold or even give platonic physical affection causing him to be touch-starved, and so once you come into the picture?
Well, he’s only a man – he can’t help but imagine the way your hand would feel in his, fingers intertwined and your soft skin pressed against his own rougher hands.
He can’t help but imagine kissing you, feeling how soft and gentle your lips would be against his, how you taste, how you’d make little sighs and whines when he starts kissing you harder, deeper, letting even just the smallest sliver of his desperation for you shine through.
He can’t help but imagine pulling your body against his own, keeping every inch of you flush with him while you watch a movie together, his fingers toying absentmindedly with your hair, deep exhales sounding from behind you each time he leans in to catch a whiff of you.
He can’t not imagine the way you’d get all shy and bashful when the hand that’s been running up and down your sides suddenly dips lower, cupping at your ass while he lowly mumbles your name, telling you that he can’t hold back anymore, angel, can’t I have a taste?
He’s being good – he’s forcing all those urges and fantasies to the side, not putting you in a position where you feel forced into physical contact of any kind, sexual or otherwise. He’s respecting you, prioritizing you, even if it slowly destroys him. Having you right there, stuck with him, permanently bound to his side makes him want to grab onto you and never let go, to latch onto you like some sort of leech and take everything you have to offer and then some. It drives him fucking crazy, but he knows he’ll get nowhere by forcing anything onto you.
And so, he holds his tongue, forcing his hand to not reach out and touch, forcing himself to not say the compliment on the tip of his tongue that’ll likely make you more uncomfortable than flattered. He’s good, and eventually you’ll end up slowly coming to tolerate him. Sure, he’s kidnapped you and sure, you’re still understandably upset at him, but isn’t he right? You’d seen the man that approached you before Keigo stole you away – if he’d attacked you, what would you have done? You’d have hoped and prayed that Hawks would have shown up, that you’d been saved because you were too weak and incapable of doing it yourself.
So maybe he’s right – maybe you do need him, like he tells you late at night when he thinks you’re asleep. He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself, sounding more and more sure of himself as the night wears on and he repeats aloud that he’s keeping you safe, I’m keeping you safe, I know you don’t understand it now but someday you’ll realize that I only took you to keep you out of harm’s way.
And once you get past that barrier of hatred and animosity, it’s disturbingly easy to let Keigo take full control, to give into him in every possible way.
You’ll stop fighting his diet planning, you’ll gladly thank him for any book he gives you as entertainment, you’ll eagerly listen when he tells you about his patrol and how he encountered so many villains who’d done horrible things. And Keigo will notice this change in your attitude – it’s too early to tell and he’s always been too pessimistic to be hopeful, but you almost seem to be liking him. You’re starting to revert back to the woman he first became obsessed with – all smiles and laughter and snarky comments that left him choking on his drink.
And he can’t believe it – he has to pinch himself, staring at you in shock with a flushed face as you make some comment alluding to him being ‘too handsome for his own good’, the fork in his hand clattering down onto the plate. From there, it’s a steady trajectory up – you’ll start getting even more little knick-knacks, shiny things and expensive things that he leaves in pretty, bow-wrapped boxes for you, a card written in his best handwriting that says something along the lines of for my angel.
It’s cheesy and makes you laugh a bit, but Keigo keeps doing because god, please laugh like that again, say his name while you do it and maybe even reach out to touch his shoulder…
He jumps at the opportunity to further your changing opinion of him, determined to make you like him, determined to let him love you like he knows he can – like he’ll do anything to prove to you.
PUNISHMENTS:
As a general rule, getting Keigo upset with you is kind of difficult. He views you as his own personal slice of heaven, the only thing that he truly has. You’re the only thing that belongs to Keigo Takami, not Hawks, not the Commission, only him, and because of that he tends to idolize you.
You’re his first real romantic partner, his first real romantic experience, and the combination of that plus his intense, pitifully strong desire to please you makes it hard for him to stay angry at you for any significant period of time. And so, while he’s far from the ideal captor (too clingy, too controlling, too awed when he looks at you), Keigo will avoid punishing you at all costs.
He just doesn’t see the point – he doesn’t want you to hate him any more than you already do, and the thought of purposefully hurting you makes him feel physically ill. He hates seeing you in pain – it’s part of what drove him to steal you away, after all, the terror he felt at knowingly putting you in harm’s way. He’s protective and frankly anal about your health, and so to purposefully bruise your pretty skin or make you cry makes him angry enough to want to hit something, angry enough to literally writhe in his own rage.
And so, Keigo swears off any sort of physical altercations with you – he’s just too strong and you’re just too weak, and it would break him to know that he was the source of your pain and misery.
(He knows he is, already, but he can’t be the source of it physically, too, otherwise he might just shatter, feeling entirely numb and carrying out his missions like a robot, utterly unaffected by the world because he hurt you, and can he even call himself a decent hero, a decent man after that?)
However, while causing you physical harm is off the table, Keigo is realistic enough about your situation to know that punishing you entirely is something he can’t avoid. You will act out, he’s sure of it – he’d be concerned if you didn’t, really, and so he’s expecting you to lash out at him and try to hurt him. If he were you, he’d do it too.
But as much as he expects this behavior and wouldn’t fault you for it, Keigo knows that if he wants to make any progress, if he wants to give you even a chance at eventually growing complacent (it’s a selfish desire, really, but it’s the only route he can see to where you’ll be even remotely happy, or at least not fighting tooth and nail at all costs), he has to establish repercussions for when you’re throwing tantrums or acting poorly.
It feels condescending and Keigo hates it, but he decides that where physical punishments fail, he must rely on emotional ones. It’s manipulative and it makes Keigo feel dirty, disgusting, like a poor excuse for your so-called-protector, but it’s his only choice. He has to get you into shape, both for your sake and his. It’s the only choice, he swears.
You really hadn’t meant to stumble upon something you weren’t supposed to find, really. As a general rule, you don’t snoop through Keigo’s things – he’s a clean freak, first of all, the apartment he keeps you in minimalistic with everything in its correct spot. It’s classy and pretty, sure, but it’s boring, and can you really be blamed for wanting to explore after a few weeks cooped up in this penthouse?
Certainly not – which is how you find yourself tiptoeing into Keigo’s bedroom – he’d brought up the idea of sharing a bed multiple times only to be outright refused by you, and so he kept his things in this separate room. And it wasn’t explicitly off-limits, your captor never actually telling you that you couldn’t venture in. And so here you are, opening up the tall, wooden cabinet in the corner of the room and immediately sucking in a sharp breath at what you find.
You’d known Keigo had stalked you, the confession slipping from his lips early on into your captivity and the evidence difficult to deny.
(How else could he have known all your preferences before you ever voice them, knowing the way you like your morning drink, the products you use in the shower, hell, even the way you sleep – getting the pillows you like, pajamas similar to your own, even the type of sheet you prefer.)
You’d known, sure, but this – this is something else entirely. The cabinet’s housing a variety of items that send a chill down your spine because they’re yours.
An old bottle of perfume sits on the corner, the brand name smudged off from wear, and you bite your lip as you notice it’s still got just a bit left, though not nearly the amount you remember when it’d gone missing a few months ago. Your nose scrunches at the thought of him using your perfume, and bile rises in the back of your throat as you start imagining exactly how it’d been used, for what purpose and how often for that much to be gone.
There’s a few old lip balms sitting there, organized by flavor – cherry at the right, then melon, then mint, then peach and coconut. You don’t bother looking at them closely, too nervous to find signs of usage from someone other than you. (Which is good: the mint flavored Chapstick’s missing a chunk, with what looks like teeth marks sunken into the material.)
There’s an old hairbrush you thought you’d left at a friend’s place, still a few tufts of hair left between the bristles, though something seems to be crusted against the handle, and you wince at the thought of what that could possibly be. You’re scared, really, your heart screaming at you to stop searching, begging you to not look deeper because you don’t want to know what else he’s stolen from you, but your mind urges you to keep going, some sort of sick urge to know exactly what he’s taken, why he’s taken it.
(Though, you think you already know – the way he leans in close to smell you when he thinks he’s being subtle is telling, as is the way he has you sort out your used period products into a separate waste container, telling you that it's because the pads he gives you are compostable. You’ve seen the way the bags linger, though, staying in his bathroom, blood sometimes sitting under his nails when he emerges, eyes dilated and licking his lips at you.)
But as soon as you spot the photographs, you crumble.
Of course you’d known he was stalking you, following your every move and watching you at your most vulnerable, but somehow this is worse – there’s dozens of them, stacked neatly in piles that you can’t even begin to understand. Leafing through them with shaking fingers, they only seem to get worse and worse, images of you laying on your couch, cooking, doing your makeup, changing into your bathrobe, sleeping, and oh god, there’s even one of you on your bed, legs spread and fingers thrusting and rubbing and oh god you’re going to be sick-
The photographs fall from your fingertips as you shakily take a few steps back, the sound of the front door opening and Keigo’s call of I’m home making panic swim in your veins. He’s quick to come find you, asking you in a voice that’s edging on concerned where you are, but when he steps into his bedroom and spots you against the far wall, hands covering your mouth and the wooden door open and askew, Keigo’s clenching his teeth, jaw working.
Oh, is all he has to say, and it snaps you out of your horror.
Oh? That’s it? That’s fucking it, Keigo? What – what is this? You’re sick, a sick freak! Why do you have my stuff? What’s wrong with you? You’re yelling, pushing yourself further against the wall, and he can only frown, irritation and worry eating away at him because god, hearing you so upset is physically hurting him but there’s nothing he can do.
You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s, uh… He trails off, mind racing and panicking as he tries to think of what to say, but you don’t let the silence sit for long.
There’s something wrong with you, you’re a fucking monster! You think you’re a hero? Stalking some poor civilian, stealing her shit, photographing her while she’s sleeping? You’re disgusting, a horrible, twisted, sick creep! Stay away from me!
You’re crawling backwards away from him as he comes towards you, his hands in front of him as a sign of peace. You’re crying, he can see, and it only makes his chest ache more, shame and self-loathing away at him because you’re right – he’s sick in the head, he knows it, but he can’t help it.
I know, I know, calm down, you’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t stop crying, angel –
It's the wrong thing to say and he immediately knows it, because you give him a glare that makes something sharp dig into his heart, so much so that he physically clutches at his chest, wincing and averting his eyes from yours.
I hate you, Keigo, you whisper, and it makes something ugly come from his throat, a mix between a gasp and a whimper. I hate you I hate you I hate you.
He’s frozen for a moment, before swallowing, nodding his head and blinking the tears out of his eyes. I know, he starts, before turning on his heel and walking towards the doorway to the bedroom. I know you hate me, but you’re stuck with me.
And with that he walks to the front door, slamming it behind him and leaving the apartment empty. You stay curled up on the ground for a few minutes, still crying and hiccupping, the influx of emotion making your head ache. You’d been here for weeks now, and you thought you’d moved on from these crying episodes, from these emotional outbursts, but something about the photos had opened the floodgates.
After another ten minutes, you shakily get up, still rubbing at your eyes and avoiding looking at the wooden cabinet. You all but sprint to your own bed – the bed he gave you, at least – and curl up on top of it, letting your eyes shut and exhaustion fall over you. It’s not until you wake a few hours later that you notice Keigo still hasn’t returned home yet.
That was odd – he’s not on shift, and it was the middle of the night by now. Where was he? Shaking your head, flashes of the photographs race through your head, forcing you to stop thinking of Keigo. The night is quiet as you make yourself something small to eat – a piece of bread and a small amount of the low-fat butter Keigo eats, the apartment still eerily quiet.
You fall into a restless slumber soon after, your dreams filled with the sensation of something – someone – watching over your sleeping form.
When you awake, there’s still no sign of him – everything’s quiet and empty, and you bite your lip, equal parts relieved that he’s nowhere in sight but also slightly concerned. The feeling looms over you as the day slips away, his presence still gone. It’s not until two days later that Keigo finally returns home, and by that point the paranoia at his absence leaves you perking up when you hear the faint jingling of keys.
You’re immediately on your feet, practically tripping as you run to the front door, eager for him to return, eager to not be all alone and scared – something you’d realized about a day ago. You’d actually been afraid of his absence. Perhaps it was survival, wanting to make sure you had enough food and someone with the locks to all the keys that’d be able to let you out, or perhaps it was that you needed him. Maybe you needed some human contact, the total silence and your inability to contact anyone driving you stir crazy.
Regardless, you wait with eager anticipation as Keigo opens the door, those yellow eyes immediately catching yours, his expression carefully neutral though you can see something behind the practiced apathy. It’s relief, you think, and something else – something more desperate, something more vulnerable, something that makes you launch yourself into his arms, nearly knocking the wind out of him as he stares wildly down at you, shock written all across his face.
He’d expected that you’d be relieved that he came home, happy to have your source of food and care back, but not this excited – he swallows, frantically trying to not focus on the way your body is pressing against his and how he can feel all of you, instead letting his arms hesitantly wrap around you, not wanting to scare you.
You’re saying his name, he realizes, and he furrows his brows, closing his eyes and letting the sound ring through his ears. It’s wrong to be enjoying your clearly distraught state and he knows it, but he can’t help it – you’ve never initiated physical contact like this before, and is it really such a crime to be enjoying it?
I’m here, angel, ‘m here, he tells you, petting a hand over your hair and letting you squeeze him tighter. Please never leave me again, Keigo, please!
You’re begging him, he realizes, and it forces him to hug you just a bit tighter, his wings coming down to join the hug to. Closing his eyes again, Keigo lets out a slow, deep sigh, relishing in the way you’re clinging to him for comfort, begging him to never leave you for a moment.
And as he whispers a small I’m yours, I’ll never leave you again, you can only nod against his chest, disgusted with yourself for this display of your dependence on him. Because really, when had you become so fond of your captor? The photographs are still on the ground in his bedroom, all the things he's stolen from you sitting in that damned cabinet, but you find yourself not caring.
As you breathe in the now familiar smell of his cologne, hear his heart pounding away in his chest, you find that you don’t care about anything, really – because perhaps what he’s been saying along is really true.
Maybe you are in need of protection, needing him to provide for you. Because you’d been left alone for three days, and what do you have to show for it? Panic, loneliness, fear that he’d left you behind? Maybe you really are just as weak as he makes you out to be – and as you slowly pull back from the hug, you find yourself ever so briefly being thankful for him.
Thankful that you’ve finally, finally found where you belong: by Keigo’s side, letting him fawn over you and keep you locked up like some prized pet.
OVERALL DANGER:
6/10
Keigo is less dangerous and more paranoid. He has so many alter egos and warring identities that once you come along, encouraging him to just be Keigo around you rather than Pro Hero Hawks or PLF Hawks, he can’t let you slip away.
There’s something about you that doesn’t leave his mind – perhaps it’s your mannerisms, your looks, the way you speak, how you walk and how you smell and how you think. Maybe it’s some twisted form of fate, or some long-repressed part of his quirk that’s beginning him to finally find a companion, a mate, someone to share himself with.
Regardless, once Keigo’s obsession forms, he’s a lost cause – he’s thinking of you constantly, unable to stop his mind from wandering into idle thoughts of what you’re doing or how you’re feeling. He finds himself unconsciously trailing behind you, watching over you from above with those sharp eyes of his narrowed in on your form, studying and memorizing the curves of your body underneath your clothing, the way you walk ingrained into him so deeply that when he closes his eyes all he sees is you.
His paranoia grows as his obsession does, too, the worrying realization that you’re weak making it difficult for him to ever part from you, anxiety swimming in his gut because what if you get hurt and he isn’t there to help you? What if you get into trouble and he isn’t there to swoop and be your savior?
(Some sick, twisted part of him almost wishes you would run into trouble, just so he could put himself into the position of being your knight in shining armor, of making you swoon for him, feeling the way you’d be so very grateful and want to make it up to him in any way you could. He forces the thought down, disgusted with himself for fantasizing about you being in danger, but during long nights where he tosses and turns in his too-empty and too-cold bed, the thought of you looking at him in such awe and gratitude makes something warm, wet, and shameful throb to life between his legs.)
He does eventually kidnap you, yes, but as time passes you’ll find that slowly you’ll stop caring about how he keeps you trapped by his side, how he controls your every day life, how he forces you into all sorts of loungey, comfortable clothing that always smells like him. Because really, Keigo is awfully pathetic – he thinks he’s good at hiding just how badly you affect him, but you can see the way he perks up when you enter a room, looking so hopefully and lovesick as he gazes at you that it almost hurts.
You’ll be able to tell how his heart is racing in his chest when you get close to him, his breath turning ragged and his palms so sweaty that when he wipes them on his pants they leave wet marks. It’s pathetic, sad, cute, and as time passes with Keigo as the only person in your life, slowly you’ll begin wondering if being loved by him isn’t bad.
Is what Keigo can give you – protection, adoration, reliability, devotion – really so bad? Is it so bad to just be loved?
And Keigo will be there waiting for you once you finally come around, his hands trembling as he hugs you, burying his face into your neck and you swear you feel something wet against your skin, his tears tickling you as his shoulders shake. He just loves you, and how cruel can you be to reject him, to leave him without the only person he’s ever cared for?
[yan! michael kaiser x fem! reader, childhood friends au.]
synopsis: your grandfather once cautioned you against feeding strays. it’s a lesson you wouldn’t fully learn until many years later.
words: 4.6k
cw: yandere themes - obsession, possessiveness, implied stalking, slight dubcon (no nsfw).
a/n: [head in hands] this was supposed to be a drabble
“You be careful with that, now.”
At the sound of your grandfather’s voice, you glance over your shoulder, fixing your attention on the man standing in the doorway, propped up against his cane. Your knees and face are smeared with mud, as any seven year-old’s would be.
You turn back around, cooing gently at the scraggly kitten that eats the canned tuna out of the palm of your hand. You lift your free hand to scratch at its head, smiling as it nuzzles into your hand before going back to the food.
“Why?” You ask innocently. “It’s so cute.”
“It’s a stray,” your grandfather says, voice dripping with disgust on the last word. “If you feed it, it’ll keep coming back.”
You frown. Would such a thing be so bad? If the poor little guy was hungry, you would happily indulge it; after all, withholding such a vital thing to its survival would be cruel.
“But it’s hungry,” you whine. The kitten polishes off the rest of the tuna before looking up at you and meowing loudly, bumping its head against your palm. Your heart soars at the endearing action.
“I’m serious,” your grandfather snaps at you in the tone that tells you you’ll be in trouble if you don’t listen. You give the kitten one last pet before reluctantly retracting your hand. You bite down on your warbling lip and blink away tears when it meows at your sudden absence in confusion and protest.
You walk over to your grandfather, and he takes your small wrist into his hand. He takes in your crestfallen expression and sighs, shaking his head.
“It’s for the best,” he says softly. “You don’t want strays getting attached to you.”
You look up at him with big, watery eyes. “Why not?”
“Because no matter how much you feed them, they’ll always be hungry, and then they’ll never leave you alone.”
Despite your grandfather’s warning, you continue to feed the kitten.
You’re careful to do it somewhere he won’t catch you, though. It’s summer, so you’ve been spending a lot of your time in the park that’s only around the block from your house. Turns out the kitten has been spending lots of time sunbathing there, too, so you make sure to start sneaking out some canned tuna with your packed lunch.
You walk past the swingset and toward the large, twisting slide that you’ve gotten used to finding the kitten under this time of day. Your small purple lunch bag bounces against your leg as you skip happily, swinging your arms animatedly. The tune you’re humming gets stuck in your throat and dies as you duck under the play structure and find a small figure already huddled beneath the slide.
A boy in a black hoodie two sizes too big for his frail body sits criss-cross on the floor. Bruised hands gently pet the kitten, which is curled up in his lap and purring softly. He can’t be that much younger than you— probably only by a year— but he seems far smaller than the kids in the grade below you at school, concerningly so.
His head snaps up as your feet come into his line of his vision, wide, impossibly blue eyes locking onto yours. He flinches so hard that the kitten yowls and jumps out of his lap, startled. He curls in on himself defensively and his breathing becomes labored, yet his wide eyes never leave you, tracking your every movement.
You blink in confusion at his reaction. “Um,” you start to say, but you’re cut off by a loud meow cutting through the air.
You turn to the kitten, which has now settled at your side and is pawing at your lunch bag. You giggle— of course, it’s already come to know where its next meal is coming from. You pick up the bag and unzip it, producing the canned tuna from inside it. You grunt as you tug at the tab a few times, but finally it gives way and comes off cleanly. You place it down, and the kitten eagerly prances up to it and starts eating out of it.
After a long moment of watching it eat, your eyes drift back to the boy across from you. His eyes are locked onto the kitten with such focus that it’s concerning.
Then, you realize he’s not looking at the kitten— he’s looking at the tuna sitting on the floor.
You reach back into your bag and take out a sandwich secured tightly in saran wrap. You unwrap it then split it in half, extending your arm out to offer it to the boy.
His eyes dart down to the sandwich and back to you, but he doesn’t make any move to take it.
“Here,” you say, waving your arm up and down in emphasis. “You can have some, if you want. Mom always packs too much for me, so I’m okay sharing with you!”
He glances back down at the sandwich and hesitates for just a moment more before his hand shoots out, snatching it out of your own and quickly bringing it to his mouth. You avert your eyes back to the kitten as he eats it, slowly working through your own half of your lunch.
When you’re done, you peek into the bag to see what else your mom packed for you. There’s a small bag of chips, an orange, and a banana. Maybe it’s a little selfish to keep the chips for yourself, but the boy seems to be just as eager when you set the fruits in front of him, so it’s probably fine.
He finishes eating before you do, and slowly, he inches closer toward you and the cat. He begins petting it again, stealing glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking.
Finished with your snack, you crumple the bag up and throw it into your lunch bag before zipping it back up. You brush your hand off on your pants, leaving a smatter of chip dust behind that your mom will probably chide you for later.
You look up at the boy, who is already staring at you. He flushes red and is about to look away when you hold your hand to him and introduce yourself.
You tilt your head toward him with a warm smile. “What’s your name?”
Michael waits for you under the slide the next day, and the next, and the one after that.
Days bleed into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. You become permanent fixtures in each other’s lives. You bring snacks and books, bandages and a gentle touch and an unspoken oath to never ask, never pry. He brings nothing but himself, but for you, that is enough.
Your mother never asks why you pack extra food, or where it’s ending up. She likely just chalks it up to you being a growing girl, and for that, you are grateful.
There are some days, though, where you’re being looked after by your father, who chides you for taking more than you need and makes you put the extras back in the pantry. On those days, you apologize to Michael for the smaller portions you both have, but he simply brushes it off. He says he couldn’t care less if you show up with no food at all, so long as you show up.
At some point, it stops being about the food, you just fail to realize it. Michael never breaks his habit of trailing behind you like your own shadow, and he’s not exactly a sociable person (in fact, his glare alone scares off any other kids your age who try to approach you two), so you figure there’s still something he wants from you. And because of your upbringing, hand-holding and leaning against each other and hugging is something so normal to you that you cannot even begin to suspect that there is something much different he’s actually after.
You’re fourteen and he’s thirteen the first time he kisses you.
It’s a sunny day, but not too hot; there’s a nice breeze in the air that keeps you cool as you sit in the grass, idly popping grapes into your mouth as you watch Michael kick a ball into a wall over and over again, as is customary for you two these days. As always, he eventually wears himself out and finds his way over to you, collapsing beside you and leaning his full body weight against your side as you complain and futilely try to push him off.
“Micha, get off,” you whine, shoving at his shoulder. He doesn’t budge, and instead sighs in irritation and wraps his arms around yours to stop your attempts. “You’re heavy!”
“Your fault for feeding me so much,” he mumbles into your shoulder, prompting you to roll your eyes. “Seems like oversight on your part.”
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have if I knew you’d grow up to be this annoying.” Your words lack heat, of course— you don’t really mean it, and even if it wasn’t evident by your tone, it’s evident in the way you relax into his embrace. “Seriously, though. You’re all sweaty. It’s gross.”
Michael gives one last aggrieved sigh before releasing you. He reaches for the water bottle set beside you and drinks from it, and you go back to your grapes.
A comfortable silence settles between you two as you observe the other people in the park. It’s summer, so it’s busier than usual, which means Michael will probably leave sooner rather than later.
You turn to look at him, but as always, he’s already looking down at you.
You tilt your head to the side. “Do you need something?” You ask playfully.
Michael stares at you a moment longer, the wind rustling his hair into his face. Then, he leans down so quickly that you can’t react before he presses his lips to yours.
It’s soft, gentle. It’s barely there, his desire contained by a hesitation you haven’t seen within him in so long.
When you don’t respond, he pulls back, his face carefully smoothed over into a blank canvas, but you know him better than that. Fear dances in his eyes, fear that he’s overstepped and swung a sledgehammer straight into your friendship.
You blink rapidly, trying to pull yourself together. “Oh,” you say, smartly, and then feel yourself flush red as you fully process what just happened.
“Sorry,” he mutters under his breath. It sounds wrong coming from him, and you reach out to grab his arm just as he starts to withdraw into himself.
“Hey, look, it’s fine. I just— you just caught me by surprise. That’s all.”
He looks back at you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. His blue eyes are shining, but there’s something dark in them that you haven’t seen before, something you can’t quite place.
“It’s fine?” He echoes in question.
You feel your face grow hotter.
“Yeah,” you whisper back, “it’s fine.”
When he leans down this time, you respond in kind.
You’re always the one to break off the kisses shared between you two.
At this point, you’re convinced he’s not human, given the way that lack of air never seems to be a problem for him. If anything, he seems more annoyed by the fact that you’ve stopped kissing him than the fact that he’s nearly panting from how long he’s gone without taking a proper breath.
He’s insatiable, you quickly find out. Shockingly, for a few weeks following your first kiss, he spends more of his time kissing you under the slide than playing football. When you get tired or want to take a break, he just opts to hold you in a tight embrace until you’re ready to kiss again or have to leave.
Eventually, his initial enthusiasm dies down, but his way of kissing you never changes. Shallow, rapid kisses swapped between inexperienced middle schoolers, but he never lets up, always eager to meet your lips again and take in your breath in place of oxygen.
You never put a name to whatever’s happening between you two. You’re not friends anymore, that much is clear, but you two don’t have the means of going out on dates, either.
Regardless of what you are, he becomes clingier than ever following the shift in your relationship, and a small part of you can’t help but feel like you’re suffocating.
“Micha.”
He looks up from the ball at his feet, skillfully dribbling it despite the fact that his focus is elsewhere. It’s impressive; hopefully, one day, you’ll be able to see him play professionally.
Your heart sinks to your stomach and sits there heavily. Would that be the next time you see him? On some screen, miles away from him, years from this moment in this time?
You’re moving out of Berlin. Your father’s being suddenly transferred to an office in Cologne, and you have just five days to get all your stuff packed up and ready to go for the train ride on Sunday. You have a shitty starter phone— your parents aren’t keen on you having a smartphone, yet— but Micha has nothing. You suppose you could write to him, but that would put him at risk if his father got to the mail before he did.
When he catches the look on your face, he settles the ball at his feet and locks his full attention on you. “What’s wrong?”
You swallow, averting your gaze to the ground. “I’m moving,” you mumble.
A thick silence settles between you two. The soft breeze is sharp in your ears, like deafening static reverberating through your head.
His voice comes out sharp, digging in a way you’ve never heard it before. “What?”
“I’m moving,” you repeat. “I’m leaving. Dad’s job— we’ve got to go to Cologne.”
He doesn’t respond for so long that you finally force yourself to look up at him. His face has gone completely blank, and there’s only something dark in his eyes, something completely unreadable to you.
His voice is tight when he asks, “When are you coming back?”
“I—” You sigh. “I don’t know. I don’t think I am. I think the transfer’s permanent.”
He looks down, seemingly mulling over your words. When he looks up again, his gaze goes is cold, and he hums, straightening out. “No.”
You blink, confused. “No?”
“You’re not leaving.”
You furrow your brows. “What?”
He looks down at you derisively, seemingly irritated that he has to repeat himself. “I said you’re not leaving.”
“I can’t just not leave,” you spit out. He’s starting to be ridiculous, and his condescension has never been something that bodes well with you, having only been on the receiving end of it so few times. “I’m not gonna have any family here.”
He jostles the ball between his feet as if this is another one your shared mundane conversations. “So we’ll just run away together.”
You narrow your eyes at him in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”
He slants a side look at you. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Oh, sure,” you say, voice getting higher with each word, “just two teenagers running away and figuring out how to make ends meet. Can you please take this seriously?”
His foot comes down on top of the ball, hard. He flicks a finger between you two. “I am the only one taking this seriously.”
“This,” you echo, incredulous. “A stupid relationship.”
He kicks the ball to the side and turns to face you fully, and that’s how you know you fucked up. Each word bites as he asks, “Is that all this is to you?”
“You know I care about you, Micha,” you say carefully, “but asking me to throw away my family to stay with you is insane.”
Something shutters in his expression, but it’s gone before you can even register it. “I knew it,” he spits, “you’ve never cared about me as much as you’ve led me to believe.”
You grit your teeth. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs. “You obviously don’t value me as much as I value you.”
“Oh my god,” you snap, “you are fourteen. Get the fuck over yourself.”
“You think this is meaningless because we’re young?”
“I think,” you hiss, “that we have our whole lives ahead of us. I wouldn’t ask you to stay by my side if you had bigger and better things ahead of you.”
He continues to stare at you in icy silence. You sigh, frustrated.
“If it’s meant to be, it’ll work itself out,” you say.
Michael tilts his head, as if considering this. His eyes wander your face, committing every bit to memory. Then, he walks over to you, seizing your wrist in his hand. You step back, a bit thrown off, but he lightly tugs on your arm, pulling you back toward him.
“It will work out,” he says, eyes boring into yours. “I’ll make sure of it.”
He leans down and presses a familiar, gentle kiss to your lips.
“Then you won’t have to leave me ever again.”
This time, when you pull away, he lets you go. Seemingly without a care in the world, he turns around and picks up the ball, heading toward the trail that he takes home.
You return to the park the day before you leave, but you don’t see him. You wait for hours, but he never shows.
The unease twisting in your gut doesn’t unravel until the train speeds away from the station, leaving Berlin behind you.
You’re about to turn eighteen when you see him again.
Not in person, but on a screen like you expected. The name Michael Kaiser sits in a scrolling bar across the bottom of the screen which plays footage of him playing on Bastard München’s youth team, his long golden hair flowing behind him beautifully. The news anchor says something about him being one of the most promising players of the new generation— not that that’s something you need to be told.
Your friend says something from across the table, ripping your attention from the screen. You don’t notice how tense you’ve gotten until you relax again.
Despite the lingering feeling of unease his memory leaves you with, you’re still glad he made it, after all.
“Who’s this?”
You’re back home for the holidays during your second year in university. Your studies have taken you back to Berlin, albeit a part you hadn’t grown up near and is still new and fresh to you. “Home” might not be the right word, though— you’re spending Christmas Eve at your grandmother’s house. She’s been hosting your entire family the past couple years since your grandfather’s passing forced her to relocate to a smaller house, an attempt to fill the empty home with warm presences.
Currently, she’s playing with a small, bedraggled dog that has wandered onto her porch. It’s wheezy and staggers when it walks, indicative of its old age.
“Oh, just a sweet little thing,” your grandmother replies as she pets its back. “You know, your grandfather always hated it when I would feed the strays. I did it a lot back at the old house on the other side of town, but there’s not too many animals on this side, so I don’t really do it anymore.”
You consider the dog. Its fur is matted, but nonetheless, its tail wags so hard from your grandmother’s attention that its whole body shakes with it. It sneezes pathetically.
You shove your hands into your coat pockets. “So this is a new one, then?”
“Well, not quite.” Your grandmother chuckles. “I first met this little guy back at the old house. I’ve been feeding him since he was a puppy! Seems he found his way back home on his own.”
“Huh.” Your eyes snap back to her. “I didn’t think they could actually do that.”
She laughs some more. “The most determined and loved ones can.”
You retreat back into the house. Your younger cousins jump on you immediately, demanding you play whatever nonsensical game they’ve thought up this time. You shed your coat, and with it, your lingering distress at your grandmother’s words.
“Oh my god, do you have a secret admirer?”
Your roommate’s voice pulls you out of your shocked state. The dread freezing your veins gradually thaws out, and you kneel down to pick the bouquet of flowers off the floor in front of the entrance to your shared apartment.
Blue forget-me-nots, with some blue roses interspersed throughout.
It’s October now. Just under a year has passed since Christmas, but your grandmother’s words are fresh in your mind, as if you’d heard them just yesterday.
You fumble around with the bouquet, movements becoming more frantic when you can’t find what you’re looking for. “There’s no card attached to this.”
“Well, duh,” your roommate says. “That would defeat the purpose of a secret admirer.”
Except, it’s not a secret who sent you these. You might have been able to brush it off if it was just the forget-me-nots, but the roses speak for themselves.
You flick your wrist out to the side, shoving the bouquet into your roommate’s chest. She grabs onto them, so you let them go in favor of getting the door unlocked.
“Figure out what to do with them,” you say as you enter the apartment.
She trails in after you, hot on your heels in incredulity. “Wait, you’re seriously not going to keep them?”
“You know I’m not interested in a relationship right now,” you say breezily, feigning a calmness that contradicts your racing heart. “It’s a sweet gesture, but I don’t want them.”
“I mean—” Your roommate stammers a bit before her words peter out. She sighs, then starts rummaging in the cabinet beneath the sink. “Alright, whatever you say.”
She ends up arranging them in a nice glass vase you weren’t aware you two even own and sets them in the center of the dining table. They mock you until they wither and die, and you can finally dispose of them.
By the time February rolls around without any further incidents, your guard has lowered significantly, which is, of course, your first mistake.
You’re lounging on the couch in the common space when there’s light knocking at your apartment door. There’s mostly college students renting in this unit, so it’s not uncommon for someone to stop by and invite you to some party or other, and with Valentine’s around the corner, there’s sure to be plenty.
You set your laptop down on the coffee table and get to your feet, sliding your feet into your slippers and crossing the room to get to the apartment entrance. You reach up and begin to undo the locks without checking the peephole, which is your second mistake.
You pull the door open, and immediately, everything freezes in place.
His eyes are as blue as the day you met him, only his gaze is far sharper than they were even on the day you left.
The television and billboards really don’t do him justice. He’s fully grown into his figure now, the diet and training regimen of a professional athlete filling him out in ways that the portioned-out food fed to him from your hands could not. His hair is choppy, but a face that gorgeous can make anything work. It’s pulled up into a messy bun made to look regal by the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. The blue rose on his neck is stark against his skin, and you eye the thorny vines that trail down and disappear beneath his shirt.
You meet his eyes again, apprehensive. His face is impassive, but the intensity of his gaze betrays him and keeps you pinned in place.
You clutch the doorknob so tightly your knuckles go white.
“Michael,” you say softly, and he frowns slightly at that. “What are you doing here?”
How did you find me? The unasked question hangs in the air between you two, but neither of you reach for it.
“Who’s Michael?” He asks airily. He steps forward, and hooks a finger under your chin before you get the chance to move away from him. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your Micha already.”
You swallow thickly. “I haven’t,” you mumble.
He hums. His thumb brushes against your chin lightly as his gaze trails over your body. When it lands on you again, his eyes swallow you whole. “You look good.”
Heat floods your cheeks in spite of the dread settling in your stomach, and you look to the floor again. “Thanks.”
You attempt to step back, but there’s a hand that finds its way to the small of your back before you can. The hand on your chin tilts your head up, up, until you’re forced to look at him again.
“I spent so long waiting for you, liebling,” he says. “Is this how you greet your boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend?” You sputter. “I don’t—”
His thumb presses firmly against your lips, quieting your protests. “Friends don’t make out, do they?” When you don’t respond, he adds, “We never did break up, you know. I’m glad to see you haven’t cheated on me in my absence.”
You finally reach your breaking point, all the agitation and unease within you spilling over. You shove at him as hard as you can, but if he didn’t budge all those years ago, he certainly wasn’t budging now. You shove at him again, this time trying to use the movement to push yourself away rather than push him, but he swiftly grabs hold of both your wrists and tugs you back toward him. Caught off guard, you careen forward and crash into his chest. His arms snake around your waist, an iron cage holding you firmly against him.
“Micha,” you hiss, “let me go.”
“Now, liebe,” he coos, releasing his hold on you just enough for you to shift and properly look up at him. “You know what that will cost you.”
You glare up at him, but to your chagrin, he seems perfectly content to simply hold you and gaze down at you. As seconds bleed into minutes trapped in his hold, you crack under the pressure.
You tilt your head up fully, and Michael lowers his head just enough to be within your reach. You close the distance between you two, intending for the kiss to be short, shallow, and sweet, just like your first.
You honestly should know better at this point. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head, and he pulls you back in just as you’re about to get away.
The next kiss is deep, far more passion behind it than anything you two shared before you left. He bites at your bottom lip, and forces his tongue in when you startle. A whimper leaves your throat as he continues to lick into your mouth. You reach up to try to shove at his chest, but he places his other hand over it, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles in a mockery of a soothing gesture.
You gasp out when he finally breaks for air. Your lips sting from the sudden release of pressure, and a thin trail of saliva lines your bottom lip. You stumble back, but firm arms are there to catch you again.
You look up, and his pupil-blown eyes cause that unease to settle over you once more.
Gently, he brings your hand up to his lips and ghosts your knuckles over them.
There’s a glint in his eye as he asks, “Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”
Never satisfied. Insatiable, and now, somehow finding his way back to you.
You should have listened to your grandfather when you had the chance.
Genre : sfw, fluff and loads of fluff, gets a bit steamy but still sfw
A/N : lots of gojo headcanons <33 this is my second work so im still learning. reblog if u like? ♡
WARNING : non-graphical description of make-out sessions, mention of blood, injury, arguments, spoilers
A = Affection (are they affectionate with you?)
He doesn't get to spend a lot of time but this boy loves you so much
Bringing souvenirs is his love language, god he spoils you
A hard day makes him super touchy so he either spoons you to sleep & gives unhealthy amounts of kisses or just drapes himself on you if he's feeling extra lazy
Sweetheart over babygirl
B = Babies (how many kids does he want?)
He doesn't really mind, hasn't though about it much
He'd let you decide whatever you want tbh
Lowkey would like three to four kids, either all daughters or all sons to make a cult gang of his own
You both are like mom & dad to Megumi so he's fine either way
C = Comfort (how do they comfort you?)
When you start ranting about another mean customer and how hard the day has been, he let's you take your time and reminds to take long breaths in between, lacing your fingers together with his mild warm ones
He'd usually get quite when you're crying, holding you in his folded lap but takes it into his own hands and cracks silly jokes when your crying becomes uncontrollable
You'd crack up most of time and relax, explain him what's going on with you, but if it goes any further and your state is worse than he expected, he'd be dangerous to deal with
Now better expect the person who hurt you dead
D = Date (how was your first date? what are dates with him like?)
He would usually get overboard with dates, getting you high-end expensive branded clothes to a dinner in one of the best restaurants in japan
Don't get him wrong though, he does this not to be pompous of his richness but because he gets so little time to spent with you
E = Emotion (is it easy for them to express his emotions in front of you?)
If there is anyone he can let himself be him around, it's no one but you
Since the day he executed his best friend, you're the only person left to hold him when he falls
He barely cries, (except that one time he killed geto) just becomes quite and you know something is not right
He never reaches out first so you sometimes end up over thinking about his health
F = Feelings (when did they know they were in love with you?)
He can't pinpoint a specific time when he started to fall for you
But maybe it started when you both were given a mission together and you planned and executed the whole thing with so much brains and courage, all you left him to do was to rescue you after you, a semi first grade sorcerer finished off the special grade curse all by yourself
He was so impressed, almost called himself a simp if he didn't know the fact you were all the same head over heels for him too
G = Gym (do they go to the gym? how built are they?)
His busy life as a 'shaman who protects people' takes credit for those guns
He has applied for a gym session but that's just for the talk
Is actually quite buffed up
Can do more than a hundred push ups
Just the perfect amount of muscles to make him an eye candy
H = Hands (how do they like to hold hands?)
When holding hands he swings your arms back and forth like a little kid
He does it so absent-mindedly you find him adorable
Doesn't let go of your hands if you both are making out
He does that because you shy away and he enjoys how helpless you look flushed bright red under him
Plays with your fingers when nervous
I = “I love you” (who said it first? and how?)
It was obvious to almost everyone who knew you two about your mutual pinning each other
But you keep chickening out and so did he
One day when you were badly injured due to an exceptionally hard mission with him he loses his cool and composure because it was you and in the heat of the moment he tightly hugs you making you promise to not let go and inevitably yelling the three words
For the sake of being a bitch and getting it back on him for every mean thing he did to you, you say, holding his face in your equally injured bloody hands, "I'm alive, honey"
You cackle as he picks you up for treatment at Shoko's clearly fake-pissed off
Ultimately you kiss his cheeks confessing back in the moment
J = Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they act when they’re jealous?)
Gojo can get jealous really easily so you don't need to try
And when he is, he would act like a child
If he could just throw you over his shoulder while saying “mine” he would
But he settles for coming from behind you, relaxed smile on his lips, he asks what you guys are talking about in an innocent tone
K = Kiss (how do they kiss?)
It is usually short and quick ones when he kisses you bye for his solo missions or somewhere out with his students
To compensate he'd kiss you really deep and long during make out sessions knowing the fact you don't have musk ox of a lung like him
It's either quick or deep ones, no in between
Forehead kisses are his favorite
L = Love language (how do they show you that they love you? what is their love language?)
KING OF GIFT GIVING BYE
He'd pick flowers if there are any around, and braid/tuck them into your hair
Lightly scratching behind your neck and ears then smothering them and asking you to do the same
Gojo would bite your cheeks in the most random moment
Buy sour patches and gummy bears to eat with you
M = Memory (what is their favorite memory with you?)
Drunk karaoke
Neither of you could sing but it didn't matter and you couldn't stop laughing about how terrible you sounded together
Nanami came to the rescue and booked a cab
You recorded the whole thing and couldn't stop watching it when you got home
N = Night (how are nights spent with him?)
Falling asleep against his shoulder after a late night movie marathon
Sometimes he'd insist to cook the dinner by himself
And it's a new recipe of Kikufuku
You'd try to act mad but can't put it up for long not when he holds a spoonful with big eyes of the sweet desert he made
Loves to cuddle you specially on winter nights
O = On cloud nine (how do they act when falling in love with you?)
Becomes a lot more thoughtful on the next thing he gifts you and a bit more excited about giving them
Might be a bit more flirty without really realizing
Gojo also notices a lot of things about you that he begins to like more than usual
Starts acting more silly and childish (which you love)
P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)
He's a tease, so he comes up with new odd but funny nicknames like 'nugget' and calls you that before switching to something new after almost a week
Lots of pet names when he'd comfort you, usually cute ones like 'love bug', 'bambi' or 'pup' which are your favorites
Gojo often calls you by your name followed by a '-chan' or '-kun' if he refers to you in front of anyone
Q = Quizzes (how much do they remember and know about you?)
He's a busy man, so you wouldn't mind if he forgets your birthday
But the thing is he doesn't
Keeping small things about you in mind that are important to him, like whether you're depressed or anxious
Making playlists that match both of your tastes and sending them to you late at night when he's abroad on a mission missing you
R = Rage (what do they do if they're mad at you?)
Literally almost none of your actions can make him angry
Oh but one thing
Gojo was really mad that one time you put yourself to such a diet it started to effect your body mentally and physically
Never raises his voice though, you got a day of cold shoulder untill you gave up on the diet
S = Sugar or Spice (what do they prefer?)
He has a big sweet tooth
Eating almost half of the desserts that you bring in a day
You wish his teeth rot but he's god's favourite
Can not handle spice much as you can
Probably the only thing Gojo Satoru isn't good at
T = Twitter (are they on twitter? if yes, what do they do there?)
He made a private twitter account few weeks after in a romantic relationship with you
Only lets few closest of his friends and students in
The username is 'y/nlovebot'
Isn't very active but tweet at a random hour asking the weirdest question about love advice
Megumi blocks him
U = UwU (would he ever act cute for you?)
Do you think he needs to act?
He's a jerk but he can do that to make up and you'll always fall
He'd look cute even with his small smile playing on his slightly pink glossy lips
Prolly his copping mechanism
V = Vip (how important are you to them?)
If he could choose, he'd choose you over being the strongest sorcerer in the world
You're his top priority
If not one of the top, besides Geto
You're afraid to test where he might draw the line but you believe in him, he'll never let you down
You're his 'special little pup' and very much vip
W = Waking up (what are they like when they wake up next to you?)
It's not rare that you're up before him
Waking up, you open your eyes to see his broad bare shoulders & his light hair slightly across his face
Or sometimes you wake up tangled somehow, arms and legs are often intertwined, and you're lying on his chest
He won't wake up untill his morning kisses are given
X = X-ray (how does the relationship look from an outside perspective compared to how it really is?)
Your relationship seems the cute and stable type
If there are any arguments, Gojo and you would work it out the smart ways
He knows how to handle your bad mood the best, giving you space and preparing a warm drink to make you relax
There's never a time he makes you feel things wouldn't be okay
He's not the type to baby sit you and you know that because he lets you do your part of the mission
He fell for what a rebel of a person you are, come on
Y = Yes (do they think of getting married/proposing?)
It would start off as a joke between the two of you on a late evening, in between the laughs and the light breeze coming from outside the Jujutsu tech
Gojo would find the idea of marrying you very appealing, suddenly not laughing anymore
There would be a high chance that he would promise on holiday or something to make it a special time
On the day of proposal night, that happens to be your birthday, he'd definitely do something silly like wrap a bit of tissue around your finger as a fake ring until he got one
Z = Zzz (how do they sleep with you?)
Finds it easier to sleep while hugging you to his chest
Often tangles his legs around yours out of habit when he spoons you
He's not a heavy sleeper thanks to his sharpened senses
You like to stroke his hair and he would smile at you but wakes up with you sprawled all over him lol
A/N : AND THAT'S ALL. i hope this put a smile on your face somewhere along the lines lol. Untill next time!
Hey kiddo! Give us some friendship y!n with 2p allies content! As in what would it take for somebody to manage to be their friend
a/n: Hi, I know it’s been a long time since I last posted, but I really think that I’m gonna get back into the habit of posting. Not trynna prove the Ao3 curse but I’ve had a rough few years… but let’s get into it!!! Also I’m gonna omit China and Russia from this post because I don’t feel like writing for them rn.
Friendship with the 2p Allies
-France-
Francois values someone who always welcomes him back with open arms. His life is anything but consistent, so having someone who’s always there helps him to feel more in control.
He is naturally skeptical of all people so for Y/N to earn his trust would be nothing short of a miracle. Francois has long found himself creating a habit of isolating himself from others. To him, it’s a guaranteed way of avoiding the hurt and loss that most friendships bring.
This self-isolation would mean that Y/N would have to take the first steps in the creation of their friendship. Francois would be annoyed at first and think of Y/N as a pest that he can’t seem to shake. However, he would definitely grow to enjoy Y/N’s company as one of the few people he allows in.
He’d never admit to it, but he enjoys having someone to converse with about anything from philosophy to new TV shows. After spending so much time alone, it’s nice to have someone who he can be himself around.
A friendship with Francois would consist of late night calls, him stopping by unannounced, and overstaying his welcome on your couch.
Francois is no stranger to addiction, and whenever he finds himself hitting rock bottom again, he turns to Y/N. Even those who he regards as his closest friends, usually turn their backs on him while he’s at his lowest, however, with Y/N it’s different. He appreciates being able to turn to someone and be vulnerable without fear of losing them.
Downside: He can sometimes use his friendship with Y/N as a crutch. In addition, Y/N has to be able to manage Francois knocking at their door at 2am drunk as hell.
-Canada-
Matt values someone who’s genuinely kind and understanding. He doesn’t care for plastered smiles, endless small talk, and staged friendliness, however, he does value people who go out of their way to do the right thing and strive to make the world a better place. Matt is real rough around the edges, but he has a heart of gold.
Similarly to Francois, Matt is a very isolated man, however, his isolation isn’t intentional just a result of living in the middle of nowhere. He’s open to making new friends, but he’s highly selective over who he actually lets into his life.
It would help if Y/N shared similar interests with him such as hockey, wildlife, hiking, etc. Even if they don’t have any big interests in common, I can still see him maintaining a friendship with Y/N. As long as Y/N head is in the right place, Matt will probably still keep them around.
He quickly finds himself protective over those who have an almost naive(?) quality to them. Like people who have a sense of childlike wonder and empathy, but are vulnerable to being manipulated by others.
Y/N’s friendship with Matt would include spending game nights glued to his couch watching hockey, him spontaneously springing hikes on you, and one sided conversations.
I can also see him as being one of those friends that you don’t talk to a lot but still send reels to on the daily.
-America-
Allen needs someone who can put up with his bullshit. He values someone with a sense of humor and an open schedule. He’s not picky about whether Y/N is an introvert or an extrovert. Like Y/N doesn’t like talking that much? Cool Allen can talk enough for two anyways! Oh wait Y/N is a yapper? Sweet, they can both talk over each other in a jumbled yap session!
Allen likes a friend who he can act juvenile with and bring on random side quests. He wants someone that every mundane task is fun with, and it helps if Y/N has lots of free time for spontaneous outings. It also helps if Y/N has some sense to talk Allen out of his more “eccentric” ideas…
He’s a huge film nerd and will force Y/N to watch movies with him every weekend. Allen can also be very clingy so expect to be cuddled during those movies.
Y/N’s friendship with Allen would be one that’s full of adventure, cuddling with him, and reckless driving.
-England-
Oliver misses having his family around, and most of all misses the chaos of having children. He would value a friend who he can coddle and treat as his “redemption” child.
It’s known that he can be quite stubborn, but even he realizes that he wasn’t the best parent/brother to those that he raised. So Y/N having a child-like sense to them would be quite appealing to him.
Oliver would definitely spoil Y/N with sweets and gifts on the regular. Gift giving is Ollie’s love language for sure.
Y/N should expect him to send them cringy reels about their friendship, constantly. It’s not his fault that he’s way too emotionally attached!!! Also, Y/N is never gonna go hungry again because Oliver has made them his new taste tester. Tummy aches from raw batter and tooth aches from the sugar are to be expected.
Oliver is gonna constantly invite Y/N over for various events. Attendance at his dinner parties, tea parties, book clubs, and game nights are non-negotiable, and whenever Y/N tried to leave at the end of the night, Oliver will be there to guilt trip them into staying even longer. When Y/N finally has to leave, he’ll allow them, begrudgingly…
Hii!! This is my first time requesting anything, but I read all your twst alphabets and I love them. I was wondering if you could do a TWST alphabet for Floyd? It’s okay if not, but keep up the good work. 💕
F. LEECH
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"Floyd Leech SFW Alphabet Headcanons "
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req by anon :3
Sorry for getting this done kinda late :(( I was super sleepy this past week </3 i hope this is okay!! Not super well-versed in the world of Floyd lolol
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Floyd is the very definition of cuteness aggression. Although he has his moments of more sweet and gentle touches (if he's sleepy, mostly), the majority of his effections are expressed through borderline attacking you. He has no amount of shame or embarrassment- He will have you held tightly against him no matter the circumstance, even if he's meant to be working.
He considers you his recharge station, coming to get you whenever he's feeling too stressed (or more annoyed) with his work. Similarly, whenever you do or say something that makes his heart flutter, he immediately attacks you. Expect to be eaten (lovingly) (just gentle gnawing.) Say goodbye to the very aspect of personal space. Outside of his squeezes, he generally just enjoys being near you. Leaning onto you, or vice versa. Although he does especially find enjoyment in the way you struggle to stay upright under his weight.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Very up for debate if you ever really were friends. LOL
He just found you to be amusing at first, his favorite student to mess around with. However, before he even realizes it, you become a big source of his mood swings. Seeing you brings a sense of joy he doesn't get from taunting Riddle, although don't get me wrong, that is still one of his favorite pastimes. In contrast to the joy he felt near you, he realized that when separated from you, or when you're around anyone else, he feels bad. He doesn't quite comprehend these sorts of feelings, but it's eventually explained to him. Similarly to how you both never really were "friends," you never officially confessed either. Just the mutual understanding of feelings.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Yes entirely!! He isn't a big fan of being cuddled; he likes to be the one doing the cuddling. Or squeezing. He does feel it amusing if you try to squeeze him back, but he'd quickly grow bored being unable to hold you back. He likes cuddling you from behind, giving him perfect access to cling to you forever, since you won't be able to complain about not being able to breathe in his chest. :3 He also enjoys lying on top of you, suffocating you a wee bit in the process. He likes tangling your legs together or your arms. If he were to be in his merform, he would wrap his tail around your body.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He doesn't want you to leave him, but he doesn't seem to care much for labels. He's decent at cooking, and he knows what he's doing, even if it's purely instinct-based. However, his cooking and general lifestyle lead to messes following him everywhere. He doesn't like cleaning up in the first place, so the most you'd get out of him is a compromise of him putting stuff away after he used it... However, his habits of leaving things everywhere will certainly be hard to break, and will need much motivation from you.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He would be incredibly blunt. If he decides the relationship has become boring, or he's just done with it, he will be straightforward with it, his goal being to end things immediately. He won't give you any sort of long-winded explanation, even if you beg for it... But due to his mood swings, there is a partial chance he grows to regret what he did, and tries to rekindle your relationship. Leading to frustration if you don't want to get back together.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)
He tends to lose interest in things and people very easily, growing bored at the snap of a finger. Having a long-term relationship, with marriage in mind, is a challenging idea for him. Despite that, he continues to care for Jade and Azul for a long time, so there is potential to work your way into his heart. Downs are to be expected, though, and he would need someone who could pretty continuously match his energy levels. I don't think he would be too keen on marriage for those reasons, but if you do manage to wiggle your way into his heart in that way, he'd be willing.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Floyd is not generally gentle- He's prone to violence and has been described as sadistic by others. He enjoys squeezing you, especially regarding the cuteness aggression mentioned earlier. However, he knows your limits and wouldn't go as far as he would when he punishes people. Especially towards you, he can defy expectations; he shows moments of thoughtfulness and gentle nature. (As someone who's pretty scared of water, I'd like to imagine that's when he's most gentle, if you have a similar fear. He was excited when he first got legs, but he also understands the complications of something new, so he takes more time with you in water.)
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
For sure!! He likes tight bone-crushing hugs! He tends to be the one to initiate them, even lifting you right off your feet and spinning you around. He appreciates a significant other who is clingy in response, unless he's in a bad mood, and you keep hugging him, he might grow annoyed and get snappy.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Immediately. He says it before you are aware of both of your feelings. He just says it because that is how he feels, he loves you... like a friend...
He soon realized it was not as a friend.
He doesn't say it in an incredibly affectionate or loving way; he just continues to say it because it's true. Floyd will confess his undying love to you as he laughs, swinging you around like a stuffed animal.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He gets jealous rather easily- And his mood can immediately sour at the prospect of you talking to, much less favoring, another person. If it's something small, he might act playful, teasing you and the person you're with. However, if he's in a bad place/mood, or the person is flirting with you, his jealousy grows more aggressive. He would immediately find a way to separate the two of you, and it's not his fault if the other suitor got himself a little.. wee bit hurt in the process!! :( Threatening words towards the other person, and once he gets you alone, there's a high chance he gives you the silent treatment. Not because he blames you, but more because he knows if he talks, he'll say something he'll regret.
On the other hand, he might demand you make it up to him. Doing chores he doesn't want to do, or hugging him until he's better.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are rough, and anywhere. He means it sweetly, but he's just a bit clumsy with it, and at times accidentally (or on purpose, who knows with Floyd) nips at your lips or skin. He's the guy who leaves you with red on your face from how aggressive he is with his kisses, or borderline attacking. He likes being kissed anywhere, as long as he's in an okay mood.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Floyd can be surprisingly gentle with kids, especially when he's happy. There is a high probability of his pulling pranks, though, perhaps with a mini child as his sidekick. At the same time, kids tend to be downright terrified of him, his height, and his sharp teeth. So it is rather difficult for him to meet a child who isn't afraid of him and is ready to cause mischief.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Once you're both awake, he likes to laze around for a bit, staying in bed in each other's company. Until he's forced to go to work or classes, he would prefer to have you by his side throughout the whole morning. Even if that means following you into the bath, or eating breakfast with you (no matter the difference in meals).
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Up until he's dead asleep, he is moving! Even if you're exhausted, he will be prancing around until he is ready to go to bed. He'd talk to you until you fell asleep, as if he were just talking to himself. Expect to be in his arms pretty much every night... Even if he's in a sour mood, he expects you to be there.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
There's not much difference; he doesn't have any deep, dark secrets he is terrified to share with you. As long as he's in a decent mood, he'll answer any questions you have.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
..Not patient at all. He easily gets frustrated and will take it out on other people. Though when it comes to you, he tries to respect you more as his partner. This could entail him just going quiet, even avoiding you, when he's really upset. This way, he doesn't lash out at you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
If he finds what you're talking about interesting, he will remember forever. However, if you're going on about something he's not all that interested in, he might zone out. He's engaged enough that he hears you, but he won't remember much.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The first time you said I love you. He knows it's an incredibly meaningful word to most people, so even though he uses it quite casually, he feels his day gets better the moment you mutter the words to him.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He's not inherently a guard dog. He's not driven by any instinct to protect anyone, and his actions are more motivated by his interests. However, if you are being attacked or hurt, he would jump in and immediately get them to stop. Which might just be by squeezing them until they pass out. He doesn't need much protection; most everyone is terrified of him. However, if you do defend him, he might just feel a little flutter in his chest.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
During dates, Floyd just wants to have fun with you. He'd shower you in affections as you go out to do something, but he doubtlessly would be reserving a restaurant five months in advance. Setting up dates can be a bit complicated, though, still his wants change with his mood.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He gets bored incredibly easily, and he often quits what he's doing rather quickly, just because he's not finding enjoyment. He tends to randomly disappear on you, not responding to texts, or not show up to planned hangouts due to his switches.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He cares for fashion and finds it enjoyable and entertaining. However, he doesn't have much care for his looks. He doesn't have any reaction to weird stares, nor does he spend much time on skin or hair care.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
At first, yes. He'd lose his recharge station, and wouldn't know what to do when he's feeling bad anymore. He'd feel more lost than anything. As time goes on, he'd convince himself he doesn't need you, and replace thoughts of you with literally anything else.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He doesn't understand many social cues or human customs! Which ultimately leads to interesting interactions. His affections are unconventional for most humans, and he interprets your reactions as "normal," so you need to be stern and clear with him.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He would not like to be with someone boring! While he can live with you needing breaks now and then, if you're constantly a bore to be around, and he doesn't even find any joy in teasing you, he would immediately get bored and dip.
Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)
Unless he's holding onto you or a pillow, he will be moving around in his sleep like crazy. He'd go to bed on one side of the bed, and somehow wake up on the other side.
The sight of poor little kids wandering around parks wasn’t a rare sighting in suburban Berlin. Kids with horrible lifes at home would go out and steal. Everyone knew, but they were too stuck up to help.
Michael Kaiser knew this, and he hated it.
He hated how everyone judged him for stealing stuff like bread, milk, even water, just to survive. He also used to steal lollipops, for being easy to rob and because it brought him a sense of comfort after his “father” took his rage out on him.
Kaiser often found himself in said parks, sitting on one of the swings with a stolen lollipop in his mouth, sucking mindlessly on it while kicking a ball around.
He didnt notice when a girl around his age started approaching him—that was until said girl blurted something out in an annoyingly high pitched voice.
“Cool soccer ball!!”
Kaiser, not knowing how to respond to said compliment—it wasn’t the usual for him—, looked intently at her and stuck out his tongue, which made the girl’s eyes start to water.
“Wah! You’re mean!” She cried out.
Nevertheless, she sat down on the swing next to Kaiser’s, trying to ignore his very evident scowl. After what seemed to be the most awkward moment of her life, the girl spoke up again.
“Be my friend!”
Silence.
She raised up her tiny brows in amusement at his unfazed expression, but then tried again. Maybe he was just shy?
“What’s your name?” The girl said with the kindest smile she could muster up.
“…Michael. Dont call me that.”
She gave him a teethy smile before proclaiming his new nickname
“You’re Micha then! Okay? Is it okay?”
After this encounter, she made a mission to meet up with Micha every single day. Same park, same swings. The girl eventually got to Kaiser, although it went rather unnoticed. He was amazed at how she always made time for him, talked to him like a normal human being, not a scumbag, and even bought him lollipops!
Despite the fact that the boy didnt know gentle words, he was truly fond of her. And the girl tried to believe it through Kaiser’s small acts of service, although his coldness made it a little challenging.
A few years later, they met up again like usual, but many things changed.
She wasnt the little suburban girl anymore. She now went to school, which she soon noticed he didnt, and she didnt have so much time to be with him like when they were those little kids.
Michael, on the other hand, was the same as he was before, just taller and stronger, but still that blond orphan-looking boy that was too scared to confront his “father”.
This is something they talked about sometimes, although Kaiser didnt tell her the full details of everything— he didn’t want to scare her off— but he did try to let her know basic stuff about his family dynamic.
When she would try to press further, his walls would immediately come up, resulting in a sharp insult and a scoff from his end. This made the girl drop the subject, but that day, she didn’t.
“Micha, you’re all bruised up again! What happened?! “
“Shut the fuck up” He hissed.
“….Okay. No, actually, it’s not…Come on, i care about you! Please?”
At those very simple words, Kaiser’s world stopped spinning, his breath catching onto his throat as tears threatened to spill from his sapphire eyes.
He had never felt like that— so seen, so loved— and he loved every second of it.
But with that, came the fear. Michael was scared of losing whatever this was, the only thing that helped easing his endless pain.
And, as he wanted to think, he would never let that happen, even if it meant letting her in.
It’s in Leon’s job description to help and serve, he’s always out there chasing bioweapons and their makers to save others or doing the bidding of his higher-ups — it’s all in the name of the right thing and out of his strong sense of justice. It doesn’t matter if he’s in an overbearing mission breathing down his neck in utmost priority, he will stop and try his best to help out a random citizen as you can see in RE6. He does also state in RE2 remake that helping people in need was why he chose his occupation, be it in his emo era too, Leon just can’t look away from innocent bystanders. Accepting to look for Claire’s brother when he just met her that night, and also the inability to leave Ada alone in the maze of the sewer he has no idea how to solve the puzzle to, and agreeing to whatever Helena wanted to show him when he was so suspicious of her because she was distraught and clearly in need of something are just some examples of this.
He helps however he can, whenever he can; he also expresses great concern for the wellbeing of others before his own as it’s his main drive in life. Leon’s a man of duty and selfless in nature, the only time he’s done anything for himself was when he wanted to chase the trail of bioweapons in Eastern Slav Republic instead of pulling back like he was ordered to, and even that was work.
Therefore we can say acts of service is his primary love language, so much so you would want him to take a break from it.
Leon really doesn’t look after himself.
His go-to self-destruction method is to indulge in alcohol to deal with his problems and drink away his feelings instead of seeking help. Maybe he doesn’t believe in getting help in his field of work (nobody has gone through what he has, and seen what he’s seen, and maybe he doesn’t want to bother people with any of it), but he does shut himself off and ignores his problems — doesn’t ask for help, at all.
In Damnation, he pushes Hunnigan away when she tries to explain the situation to him and nonchalantly dissolves the conversation when she’s afraid he’s going to take off. In Vendetta, he’d rather fight Chris and put on a sarcastic demeanor than to express vulnerability when he clearly needs someone to be his confidant. He doesn’t want to share his burden, but will relentlessly pressure you to share yours.
With his significant other, he would want to take on the weight of whatever’s on you regardless — from mundane things around the house like cleaning, fixing things, preparing breakfast so you can sleep a little bit more and being a great giver in bed to grander gestures like taking a bullet for you and becoming mean to you in order to keep you away from harm’s way (like he did with Claire at the end of Infinite Darkness, he lost his friendship with her but it kept her safe). Leon will go above and beyond to make life better and easier for you, but he is obsessed with your safety first and foremost.
However, you will have problems with getting him to open up like I mentioned previously, he deals with his problems on his own and he won’t want to trouble you with whatever he’s going through at the moment — with the plus of his job being mostly confidential, it’s a struggle to help him when the most of his suffering comes from the loss and trauma that comes with it.
It makes him emotional that you help in other areas though, when you clean up his place at times he is away for a long time, when you make a homemade meal cooked just for him, or when you offer to give him shoulder massages seeing as he’s extremely tired. He isn’t used to being taken care of, and part of him feels guilty, but he’s so appreciative and happy someone cares for him this much.
Leon moves around quite often and is rarely at his place of residence, so he doesn’t spend a lot of time at home. Therefore, even when his place screams how fat his salary is from the outside, his house is not a home, it doesn’t have a lot in it and is basically empty like a ghost is living in it. And again, with being an agent comes the practicality of not having a lot on you so you can be more flexible, but it’s almost as if it reflects how little he thinks of his life and has nothing to leave behind if he dies on duty.
He even has two default outfits, first is anything he can throw on himself (preferably jeans) with a leather jacket and the second is the agent outfit, which is just a suit (button-up shirts grew on him over the years.) He isn’t someone who treats himself aside from alcohol and he doesn’t care much for luxuries — the only materialistic things that could excite him were a bike and a bazooka, and both were found by him randomly and were tools to help him in action.
What he chooses to own, though, are high in quality. His RE4 outfit has Schott’s Classic B-3 Sheepskin Leather Bomber Jacket is $1495 USD. He also drove to Racoon City in a Jeep that he had to abandon. Being rich makes you this carefree, huh?
He has a lot more than he can spend, therefore I believe he would happily spend it on his significant other. Leon would be the type of guy who buys something out of nowhere because it reminded him of you, or that he saw you looking at it, maybe it was a chocolate bar, or maybe some random scented candle you thought looked sick. He loves seeing you surprised and delighted, and thinking of your space having the traces of him makes him happy — makes him feel the bond is more concrete and tangible. He’s a giver, so it’s only natural he gives presents too.
Now, receiving gifts from you is another level of joy for him. Leon wouldn’t have thought he cared much about things like that but the thought. The idea of you thinking this much of him and putting your heart into it, there’s something intimate in it that has him feeling so important. Owning things you gave him has a special place in his heart, and he will take great care of them. Maybe he still has the wrapper of some ribbon from a package in his drawer, who’s to say? It’s the carnal desire to hold onto the proof of your existence, perhaps.
Leon has absolutely no time at all for himself, and in his days off, they keep pulling him back for some unexpected emergency. His schedule is unpredictable. In RE4, he does say “Story of my life,” when Hunnigan reminds him that he’s on duty right now after he flirts with her. Then later, he reminds her that it was them who pulled him out of furlough for this when she tells him to fall back on his Eastern Slav Republic mission. Leon rarely gets any break from bioweapon fighting and over the years, the exhaustion has taken a toll on him, the only constant is chaos in his life, he scarcely can spare any mundane moments to his acquaintances as he barely has any time for himself.
Quality time though, as he lacks so much of it, is something he yearns for deep down. I mean, hello, the way he wanted that dinner with Claire in Infinite Darkness? He really really wanted her company, and to catch up with her. He asked Shenmei as well. It's a crime that nobody accepted his requests, someone go get dinner with him right now.
It’s because he can’t spend time with people that he wants it so badly in the first place. That’s where he is also self-destructive and it’s a double-edged sword. He seeks company of flirtations because he’s lonely, yet he won’t pursue anything serious. He’s scared of committing to someone since it won’t work due to complications and the distance, it’ll get messy.
He even deprives himself of friendships and is unwilling to let anyone get too close. Leon is an isolationist, yet he needs people in his life to process his trauma and grief and bully him about his drinking habits but keeps denying himself the company.
And then there’s the fear of losing that person. He doesn’t spend any time getting close to people, he treasures the companions he has, but everybody is at an arm’s length. He already reacts so negatively to the deaths of allies he barely got to know briefly — Ada messed him up real good, too. How do you think he feels imagining what he could have had with her? He wants stability and settling, but Ada is anything but that. He chases every interaction to be longer, seeks her company just for their meeting to be stretched even by minutes. Leon gets attached so easily, and he deprives himself of time with them out of being scared by it. One part of him must be comfortable in his love for her because it’ll never become a reality, because she’ll never take him up to it, he’d rather take the suffering than the happiness.
But quality time also is so important to him because it’s in these times of ordinary domesticity that he can find normalness outside the crazy undead shit he has to deal with. It helps him recharge and he craves having this to come back to.
He would feel so guilty about not being able to be with his significant other, he could even forget important days and miss important moments of your life and he wouldn’t even know most of the time because he’s just so occupied and in survival mode for a while after he comes back. You would have to be understanding of his situation and forgiving, too, it’s not up to him whatever he gets called in for, and because you wouldn’t know what it was, it’s a great deal of practicing patience, and that’s why it’s hard being in a relationship with Leon. Hell, it’s the base reason why couples break up; the guy is inattentive and negligent and the girl breaks it off in the end. In this scenario, zombies are involved.
You can only get the peaceful moments inbetween with him. And it has to be enough, and believe that he hates going away as much as you do and more.
Leon hates being praised. He dislikes being heralded as some legend for getting out of Racoon City alive and his experiences ultimately leading him to rescuing the president’s daughter only to be elevated in praise more.
He was just at the wrong place at the right time. He got lucky, ended up trailing behind Ada who was competent at what she did and reached the root of the problem just because he happened to run into her — it wasn’t him, it was just stars aligning. Pure coincidence.
Leon sometimes thinks he didn’t deserve making it out, but he did anyway, and now this life of his belongs to a purpose, the purpose.
He’s just doing his job. One shouldn’t be applauded for doing their job.
Compliments make him uncomfortable and it’s the easiest way to make him clamp up on a conversation, he’ll vehemently deny whatever it is and change the subject. It looks like Leon’s being humble (he is), but there’s a deeper reason with an underlying imposter syndrome going on in the back of his mind. He just doesn’t feel worthy some days.
Affirmations on the other hand also don’t come easy, he’s in one of the most coldly professional fields and it’s strictly business, and he is emotionally constipated and deeply traumatized, therefore there’s a lot he doesn’t say and he doesn’t know how to say, and he is bad at telling you what he wants. He’s good at sass and banter, but ask him to tell you about his nightmares and he’ll just hug you and go back to sleep.
Leon isn’t used to expressing affection through words either, and prefers to show it instead. You’ll know he loves you even if he doesn’t say it outright. But with his significant other, though, he’ll do his best to learn to be more affectionate with words to you to show his appreciation — just prepare for shy and awkward Leon. The soft side of him comes out this way, he’ll hesitantly ask you to stay and he’ll look so young doing it that it’ll melt your heart.
Leon is one touch-starved poor bastard.
Here’s the reason why: he’s a pretty lonely guy but he’d rather indulge in the warmth of a person than letting them in. Solitude is a personal preference of his, and it leads him to seeking out temporary companionship to feed this part of his. Meaningless one-night stands are a go-to of his, as they mean no deeper connection but all the skin to skin contact and the soothing heat beside him. If he’s lucky, his partner would pet his head during the deed, or caress his face, now those are the treat.
If he could just let go and the perfect opportunity arose, he would just lie in the arms of his significant other for hours being hugged by them, enveloped in the coziness, head empty and fuzzy. Those would be the perfect naps he needed, because wow does this guy not sleep well.
It would be a first for him to get affectionate touches coming with a friendship as well, it’s been a lifetime since he let himself be that way with someone, it’s not easy to get him to be chummy and lighthearted with you in that aspect. He’s a well-mannered guy too, so he’s the type to keep a respectable distance even when he’s being playful. Half-hugs, back pats and handshakes are the best you’re going to get as his friend, and they don’t happen often.
The clinginess blooms well into the relationship after Leon gets comfortable with exploring that childish, neglected part of his. He would adore hugs, hand-holding, reaching out to grab you casually while sitting next to you in the confines of your private space, you would feel his love through him seeking you out for comfort voluntarily and lowering his serious exterior to be relaxed around you. His utmost weakness is you playing with his hair and tracing his face with your fingers, because he goes out like a light almost immediately.
Leon also won't be rough with you physically while bonking so don't expect playfighting and do not hit him while joking around, he gets thrown around and hurt so much as it is (the amount of being strangled by tyrants and plagas? no, he's not into choking), and he tends to be extremely tender and sweet. Though you might discover a pretty interesting side of him if you decide to be assertive and take care of him in bed, you might just get addicted to how shy he could get.
