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Talk to him

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader (Slytherin Reader)

Unilateral love by Evan Rosier (he loves reader but she doesn't reciprocate)

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and wizard war, stress, melancholy, unrequited love, fear of death and abandonment issues.

Word Count: 4.451

"I'm bored," Sirius mumbled as he let his weight fall onto the floor completely. Going from a seated position to lying on the floor of the room of requirements.

Remus sent a glare at him.

"Why don't you finish your potions essay?"

He lowered his book a bit to stare at Padfoot.

Sirius lifted his head, he held Remus's gaze and twisted his face in a disapproving look.

"Not doing this bullshit now." He then lowered himself onto the floor again. Putting both hands behind his head.

James let out a chuckle.

"Another detention in sight, I see," he chuckled again. This time closing his notebook and putting it aside.

"Since when do you mind potions, Prongs?" It was Peter's voice asking. The blond boy was resting his back on a heavy box behind him whilst he drowned himself in herbology books, his potions essay already done and kept in his satchel.

"Since Lily's been tutoring me, Wormtail." James winked.

Before the Marauders could continue their small talk, a loud noise echoed through the room. The heavy door closing.

It wasn't impossible to have someone else in the room of requirements, but it was unusual, especially for the Marauders.

Although they had been occupied preparing for their classes, and this explains why they didn't anticipate the intrusion using the Marauder's Map.

"I told you to wait, Regulus!"

At the mention of his brother's name, Sirius stiffened.

Everybody widened their eyes.

And as the steps grew louder and closer, Sirius sat again.

Peter locked eyes with Sirius and pointed to the invisible cloak near James's ankle.

Sirius nodded and made a signal to the boys, all of them silently bundled together under the cloak.

"Regulus!" You called again.

The boy stopped and turned angrily at you.

Sirius saw now, his brother, skinny and tall, some metres away from him. And you were just some steps behind him, livid.

"I told you to leave me alone, Yn. I don't want to talk with any of you traitors!"

You clearly ignored him and stepped forward again. Regulus was as fast and lifted his wand in your direction.

Sirius felt his stomach fall down.

"Are you threatening me, Reggie?!" You step forward with a crease between your brows.

"I'M TELLING YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" He wriggled the wand in the air, though no spell was conjured.

You stared at him. And watched in feigned tranquillity, if you ever could pretend at all.

Regulus furrowed his brows, trying to read your next move. His chest went up and down erratically until he was swiftly launched back. His back hitting the floor and his wand flying towards you.

"You never learn nonverbal spells, Reggie. It's a huge disadvantage in a duel," you finally bite back, chin held high.

Sirius feels uneasy watching the scene. You were mostly collected by nature, calm and soft-spoken when needed – and sometimes he forgets that you were sorted in Slytherin for a reason. You know how to bite back fast, and though you avoid it, you are impeccable in attack. Regardless of your nature and behaviour, Sirius believes, even without proof, that you used Crucio on people you dislike. And he cannot confirm it, but by the look that you give seeing Regulus on the floor, and the way your eyes are dark, and your hand is strong over the wand lifted towards his brother — he believes that it's not the first time you've threatened or hurt someone.

Regulus sent a glare full of wrath in your direction, and as Sirius snapped from his trance and glanced at his friend, he saw how all of them were equally shocked and tense like him.

"Now you stand still and you listen to me."

You pointed his own wand at himself before lowering and bringing the wooden material next to your hip.

Regulus opened his mouth again, but you didn't let him emit a sound.

Stepping closer, you hissed. "You will fucking listen to me, Regulus Arcturus Black" You passed both wands to your right hand and closed your left one in a fist.

"Like the BLOODY KID you ARE." You pointed your finger at him and stepped your right foot roughly on the floor. "YOU WILL SIT STILL AND LISTEN, YOUR FUCKING BRAT!"

And if the walls were not made of rocks, Sirius could assure they'd shake with it.

Regulus shocked his head as he sat promptly.

"Why are you trying so much?" His voice came out in a whimper, his eyes beginning to brim with tears.

You knit your brows together again.

"You guys don't even include or care about me. Why try to explain it now that I don't care about it any more?" He sniffed, resting his palms onto the floor.

"Just because I showed a reaction?" Regulus flailed his arms in the air. His voice beginning to crack. James arched his brows at him. He had never seen Regulus show such a reaction, not even at the beginning of the year after Sirius ran away from the Grimmauld Place, which he believes was a very difficult moment for Regulus.

Regulus pointed his head in your direction.

"Fuck it. All of it." He shocked his head. "All of you, your narcissists and sneaky snakes."

Regulus sniffled again, and closed his eyes as a tear fell down. He passed his hand over his eyes, trying to wipe his tears away.

It was a sad vision, and you wanted to be angry at him too. But you couldn't hold your smile back at his last remark.

"Don't forget you're a snake too." You try to light up the air. And even though it didn't catch your eyes, you beamed at him.

Finally closing the distance, you crouched slightly next to Regulus.

"Hey,"

You nudged him, just to make him open his eyes again. And he did.

"You're still a child to us," you smiled compassionately.

"I'm just two years younger," he sniffed again, sitting plainly in front of you.

You brushed a tear from his cheek. "Still a child," you smiled.

"And you were, indeed, included. That's why we were calling you out so much, and so loudly. But you seemed too stressed to listen."

"I thought you were all excluding me..."

You shook your head.

"We were just..." you let out a huff. "Finishing our plan, before bringing it to you. But you are included."

You sat on the floor too, mimicking his applesauce position.

"Hear me carefully, Reggie." You grabbed both his hands and held them tightly, bringing them next to your knee.

"The war is getting closer, and both you and Pandora are most likely to be safe if you both do as we say."

Regulus furrowed. He opened his mouth, but you arched your brow, and he closed his mouth again.

You assent.

"Both I... and Evan, Barty, and Dorcas... we are okay with what is kept for us in the future. There's no escape at this point anymore," you sighed heavily.

Sirius wanted to tear the cloak and launch into your arms. He wanted to snap your arms and ask what you were talking about.

Was your family?

Did they become Death Eaters too?

Were you to be forced to become one too?

What is happening? Why do you seem so mopey?

"But you and 'Dora, you both are good, and there's still hope."

"What are you talking about?" Reggie squeezed your hands a bit.

You sighed once more.

"Next week we are going to a marriage," you said, watching his orbs attentively.

He pursed his lips in confusion. "Who's getting married?"

Regulus was curious where this conversation was leading now.

"Me."

"What?"

"Me and Evan." You nodded.

Sirius muffled his mouth with his palm not to gasp.

So he leaves his parents' house and goes to the Potters, and now you're just getting married to someone else? He knows he's been being a dick for ignoring you, but that's because he just didn't find the perfect opportunity to talk privately with you about everything that needs to be said.

But this, this is something else.

"By Saturday, Evan and I are getting married, then there's the honeymoon on Sunday... and by Monday..." You bite your lip and inhale deeply before saying it.

This time you didn't have the energy to hold Reggie's gaze, so you turned your eyes to the floor.

"By Monday it's you who's getting married. You and 'Dora."

"What?!" Regulus launched back and wriggled his palms away from yours.

You sighed again, head low in sorrow.

"Then there's the honeymoon on Tuesday, and by Wednesday Dorcas and Xenophilius are getting married."

You inhaled again.

This time, gently lifting your eyes to meet his.

Regulus was already stunned, but with this new revelation, his eyes shone again.

The boy shook his head.

"What are you saying, Yn?" He sniffed. "This doesn't make any sense," he shook his head. "Why am I included in this? How does this seem like a safe motion for you guys?"

"Because it is." You nodded.

"Listen, after this year ends it's my graduation. So it's for Evan, Barty and Dorcas. The war will start soon, and we'll have to be far from Hogwarts when it starts."

You lifted your hands in the air as you gestured.

"You and Dora however, have one more year until finishing school, and I want you to pay attention now." You widened your eyes.

Regulus shook his head stubbornly but didn't move. Like obeying you was second nature, perhaps because it was. He has known you since he was born anyway.

"After your graduation, you and Dora have to move." You slant towards him.

"The Rosiers have a property in a small town in France, somewhere called Antibes. You guys need to go there, and stay until the war ends at least."

"And you won't be alone there." You continued, eyes widening a bit.

"Xenophilius will follow your guys everywhere, don't worry. It's not like you and Dora will be totally alone. When this year ends, he will remain near Hogsmeade, and will watch both of you closely."

"And why?"

"Because marrying you both is the way we found to avoid you and Dora being sent to Voldemort's hand. It's our way to avoid..." You lowered your head. Suddenly silent.

Regulus noticed the way your shoulders trembled slightly.

You let out a trembling huff, and for some seconds that was the only thing that rebound through the room.

"To avoid..." he tried to make you finish.

You glanced at him, and he saw tears starting to brim in your own eyes.

You turned your gaze to your palms, and quietly lifted your robe, showing the inside of your forearm.

"To avoid this,"

You showed him the mark.

Silence.

"How—Why?" Regulus shook his head. "My mum told me only the purest families would align with Voldemort, but she didn't tell me… she didn't tell me about us. She told the families. The matriarchs and patriarchs, not us." He shook his head again, eyes widened in horror, brows knitted, and skin paler than ever.

Regulus shocked his head before slanting towards you. "What's on the line?" he hushed.

"Us."

You locked eyes with him.

"I, Evan, Bart and Dorcas... all Death Earths."

You mumbled like there was poison in your mouth.

"They simply don't need you anymore, and there's Bellatrix too, making an excellent job, by the way." You sighed, resting the palms of your hands at the side of your knees.

"But if we die, they will. So it's safe to have you both afar. Pretend you both are building a life. You can travel around France, Regulus. Dora and Xenophilius can finally enjoy their romance. You guys can live," a dry gulp cut off your speech.

"You can live a life without the weight of this horrid thing on your skin, and without the weight of the life one is bound to take after receiving this mark."

"We will both haunt and be haunted in the war, Reggie. And even if we get out alive, part of us will die anyway."

You stare at the floor.

"We're just trying to protect you and Dora, since you both will be next if we don't do anything. And that..." You shook your head. "We can't let it happen." You lift your eyes to find his, he looked devastated.

Regulus stared at his palms. Quietly, like a child mourning something once precious.

He sighed.

"And what will you and Evan do after the war ends?"

You lifted your head.

He watched you.

You wanted to say that you and Evan wouldn't make it out of the war, but by the look in Regulus's eyes, he had already figured it out.

"The same as I and Sirius would do if we were to get married," you mumbled.

Sirius felt his heart squeeze at that. He swears he saw both nostalgia and sorrow pass through your eyes, and he hated himself for it.

You let out a heavy huff.

"But now it's up to Evan and me to do that. Make money in the wizard world until we're able to go to the muggle one and build a bookshop that is half a cafeteria too. Evan will focus on his academic life, and he says he's still very interested in Muggle history studies." You lifted your brows in a smile. You gaze distant, your voice suddenly dreamy. Like you were talking about a parallel life that will never make its way into reality.

"Here and there he always finds a wizard that lives his life like a muggle. It's endearing." You smiled tenderly, even though it was still very sad to watch you shrink word by word.

Regulus nodded.

"You will be the bookshop owner?"

You nodded. But a tear fell from your left eye.

"I always loved books anyway." You brushed the tear away, and locked your eyes on your knees.

Regulus nodded again.

This was someone entirely different from the witch that had hexed him minutes ago. You were small, and scarred.

He pouted.

"You sure it's better like this?"

You sniffed. "It's what we have anyway." You shrugged simply.

"It's not like we can hide at the Potters' too." You feigned a smile, but it came out as sarcastic.

James puffed his chest at the mention of his name.

"And even if we could, they would be put at risk because of us... It's not fair." You shook your head.

"It's not their fight anyway."

James shrank at that. Remus noticed but didn't say a thing.

"Alright,", Regulus lifted slowly.

"I..." he glanced at your sad expression.

You covered your mark with the robe. Clearly shameful about it.

Reggie turned his eyes away.

Why did you all become? Sirius wanted to ask, but who was he anyway to make such a question? He chose the easier way out, even though he blames himself every night. That's what he did. He went away, and left you and Regulus alone there.

He nodded silently and thanked you.

"I understand." He nodded again.

"I will do as you say if that's what it takes to bring hope to Dora, but come home safe, please..." Regulus held both your palms and brought them closer to him. "No matter the mission."

He squeezed your hands. "Come back safe... you're the family that I didn't have," he pleaded before giving a gentle kiss in your hands. Regulus stood slowly, and after a simple nod of his head, he turned his back to you. Making his way out of the requirements room.

The words hit Sirius like a punch to his stomach.

"You're the family I didn't have…"

After Regulys walks away, you lie down onto the floor. Arms and legs spread, signalling your exhaustion.

The marauders exchanged a worried look. What could they possibly do in this situation?

But before they could formulate a plan, Sirius had transformed himself into Padfoot and was already moving towards you.

You opened your eyes at the sound of claws hitting the floor, and as a big black dog appeared on your side, you opened a grin.

"Hi, sweetie." Your tone came out strained and docile at the same time.

The dog started wiggling its tail agitatedly at you, and the marauders exchanged a look in return.

You giggled at the dog's animation.

"You're so pretty, sweetie," you called again, and its tail wiggled even more.

You laughed. Really laughed now. And the dog seemed happy about it.

"You're so sweet," you say, petting its head, and the animal melts into your side, putting its head on your belly.

You continued caressing its head, but the dog remained looking at you. Eyes deep and wide.

It almost reminded you of—

"Was looking for you," Evan's voice called from your left.

You smiled at him.

The dog suddenly stopped wiggling its tail.

You glanced at it and pouted slightly, the tail moved again, and you smiled.

"What's this cute buddy doing right here?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, sitting slowly. Evan lowered himself down to help you.

He was always so gentle with you.

"I was lying down, eyes closed and all, and suddenly he appears."

"He?"

You looked at the dog. His ears were tall and his eyes were still on you.

"I believe it's male, not sure, but I have a feeling," you shrugged off. Turning your eyes to Evan again.

Evan sat by your side, and you rested your head on his chest while he rested his back on the wardrobe behind him.

"And Reggie?"

You sighed, closing your eyes.

"Is sullen about it, but that was expected. " You lifted your chin to look at Evan.

"He was understandable too."

"Yeah," Evan caressed your head. "It's difficult..."

Sirius nudged your belly with his nose, and you turned your face in his direction. You cooed slightly.

"What's that pretty boy, are you looking for attention?" you singsonged, and the dog started opening its mouth and wriggling its tail again. You giggled and started to caress its fur.

Evan smiled at the dog's act.

"Do you think it sensed it?"

"What?" You looked at him.

Evan in return put his hand gently over your belly.

"They say animals feel it."

You shrugged in return.

"And since I arrived, he's on your side. Now it even judged your belly. Do you think it knows?"

You watched the dog carefully then.

"His eyes are so dark and opaque," you shrugged again. "I really don't know if it knows. Can't read it."

But the dog has its eyes on your belly now. It looks between you and your stomach, his eyes moving as if it were confused.

Evan caressed the fabric that covered your arm, and after some pleasant minutes in silence, enjoying each other's company, he cut the air with his voice.

"I think you should talk to him."

You went stiff, and peeked at Evan. He smiled sweetly at you.

The blond man brushed a strand away from your face and kissed your temple before continuing.

"You know I like you." He caressed your chin, brushing his fingers tenderly over your jaw.

You felt your cheeks warm a bit and smiled sheepishly.

"Even though this is not the perfect situation, and you surely desire Sirius instead of me, I feel very lucky to be by your side. I would love, love to grow with you," with his other palm he caressed your belly, "and with this little angel right there."

Sirius felt his heart skip a beat.

He looked at your belly again.

This was what they were talking about?

He looked at you again. You on Evan's arms, one of his palms on your arm, the other on your belly.

He felt sick.

When did it happen then?

The marauders exchanged a worried and confused glance. Remus started making the counts in his mind. His eyes widened. As he thought, it can only possibly be from Sirius.

"But he needs to know—"

"No, Evan."

"He does," he assents.

"If I were him, I would like to know. He has the right to choose what to do with that information. And I love you, Yn, and I would love to raise this child and be their father. I want to have this family with you... But we cannot do that with this baby. We cannot deny the right to know their father. We cannot deny Sirius to choose or not to be a father as well."

Your eyes brimmed with tears, and you sniffed into Evan's shirt. Hugging him tightly.

'Oh,' Sirius thought.

'I KNEW IT,' Remus thought.

James opened his mouth in a perfect 'O' and looked at Remus and Peter, the latter was equally shocked, while Remus held a tiny grin on his face. James didn't know why he seemed so amused.

"I know I don't know Sirius as you do. But he clearly cares for the people he loves. And you are one of them."

You shook your head in denial.

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not," you cried on his shirt.

"You are, angel. And he never hides it. I actually think he just needs time to approach you again."

He caressed your hair softly.

"You were never mine to lose to begin with, but if you have to go, I'd prefer you do it now."

You slant back to look at him.

His eyes were full of sadness, but he tried to hide it behind a tender smile kept for you.

You pouted slightly, biting your tongue not to coo.

"Sirius could protect you even better than I could."

You furrowed your brows.

"He can still come back to the Black House. He can still marry you. Even though your family and his are angry about what he did last summer. They would forget it if he came back and took your hand again. Especially if you share the news of your baby."

He gulped.

"I bet neither Walburga nor your mum would allow you both to act as Death Eaters when you're pregnant. And Sirius is the older one, the heir. He needs to live anyway. Nobody will put his life at risk."

Evan stopped and tried to calm his breath. The more he talks, the more his lungs take more time to fill. His body was melting in sorrow.

"They would send you both far. And you both will be away from this war, and the baby will be safe as well."

You closed your eyes.

Evan lifted his chin and stared at the ceiling, controlling his tears not to fall down.

"I thought a lot about it. I... it's selfish... I don't want you to, but I prefer to have you alive and happy… even if away from me." He glanced at you, and you gulped.

"I don't want you to stay here, to die with us. To become depressed or dead." He shocked his head. "I don't want you buried in a coffin near mine."

You blinked at him, stunned.

Evan feigned a cough.

"I need to go." He lifted gently, careful not to hurt you, and kissed your temple before standing tall again.

He let out a deep breath.

"Think about it, angel, please."

You nodded.

And he waved you a bye before going away.

*

Outside the room of requirements, the door disappeared behind him, and Evan sat on the floor.

He knew he had done the most plausible thing. But it hurts like a Crucio.

Evan sniffed before his body trembled. Then again, and again, until he collapsed completely. Shaking and whimpering.

He hid his face between his knees. His hands forcefully holding his hair while he cried like his world was ending — because in reality, it was.

You didn’t know yet, but that black dog was Sirius fucking Black, and Evan was well aware that it was just ‘bout time for your both to get back together.

*

You closed your eyes, head resting on the wardrobe, instead of someone's warm embrace.

Your tears began to fall.

You were so scared. Of the war. Your baby. The families. Sirius reaction. Evan and how he feels.

Scared of yourself and if you will ever make it past this part of your life.

Gently you put both hands on your belly and began humming softly.

Without noticing, you had already started singing while the tears fell down your face.

And when at last, I find you

Your song will fill the air

Sing it loud so I can hear you

Make it easy to be near you

The tears rolled down more after each word.

For the things you do endear you to me,

You know I will.

Another voice completed the lyrics. And you opened your eyes swiftly to find its owner.

Sirius was sitting in front of you, his eyes filled with tears just like yours.

You noticed, only now, that the dog had disappeared, and Sirius was right where the dog once lay by your side.

You know I will. He repeated again.

Slanting towards you, he began to caress his thumb over your cheek, brushing your tears away.

Love you forever and forever,

Love you with all my heart

You giggled at his antics.

Love you whenever we're together,

You join him, both voices uniting in a soft, mellow tone filled with love, fear and hope.

Love you when we're apart.

He got closer and closer. Until you felt his breath on your lips.

"Sorry for being a coward." He rested his forehead on yours. And you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"I should have talked to you right after moving into the Potters." He got even closer, lips brushing yours. He shocked his head.

"No, I actually should have brought you with me. It was stupid to let you in the dark. I'm sorry."

You felt one of his tears fall onto your right cheek.

"But I love you, and I'm gonna do everything to protect both you and our baby."

He gave a peck on your lips.

"Even tolerate Walburga again. I will do anything to be with you and with this little witch or wizard. Anything."

You brought him closer, and between soft tears and sighs, you both kissed. The kiss was sweet and soft, and almost lazy since none of you wanted to separate.

And right there a silent vow to stay together was made.

And when Sirius Black said to you, "I will marry you," when you both were seven, he was actually right.

And even after almost being disinherited, he stayed true to his promise to love you forever.

The song cited in this story is "I Will" by The Beatles.

I hope you lot like it!

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Snowing Dreams | Remus J Lupin x GN!Reader

Part of and they were only friends series

wc: 746

warnings: none!

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs echoed through the house.

"It's finally snowing time! Come on, come on, let's go, Remmy!" you shouted, running around the room. With gentle fierceness, you wrapped the scarf around your neck and rushed to the door.

"Love, come on!" you called again. Hands firmly gripping the doorknob. Eyes wide in exasperation.

"I'm coming, darling," Remus replied in a calm but quick tone.

You smiled, hearing the clumsy sound of him stumbling down the hallway while trying to put on his boots.

When he arrived, you both exchanged grins.

A soft smile lighting up your face, filled with all the adoration you felt for him. Whilst tender wrinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes, his lids almost closed at his gentle beam, kept only for you.

'God, he’s divine,' you thought.

Those soft, honey-tousled curls. His pink cheeks and that shy smirk...

"Excited, aren’t you?" he asks with a chuckle. His hands gently moving up to your waist, pulling you close until your back was pressed against his chest.

"Yes," you mumbled, feeling as though you might melt onto his arms.

He hugged you tightly, touch still as gentle as ever. He tousled your hair slightly with his chin.

With a small sigh, you lifted your chin. Peeking to get a glimpse of his eyes, you asked, "Shall we go now?" You watched him with caring eyes.

He looked at you with a soft smile. "Sure." Remus didn't even ponder.

You stepped out of his arms and opened the door.

Since you both moved into this remote cottage after graduating from Hogwarts. Your bond had only grown stronger. More than already was. It was perfect — quiet, cosy, and far from crowded places. The backyard opened into a small woodland, and you always stayed by his side in your animagus form during full moons.

Usually James, Sirius and Lily come every week.

And Marlene and Dorcas appeared when least expected here and there.

It was a good, simple and happy life.

None of you liked loud places or people — besides the Marauders. So, living together in a cottage away from people was a dream on earth.

Today, however, marked the first day of winter — and it was snowing.

As per your tradition since Hogwarts, it meant it was a day to go outside, having fun playing in the snow. You would build snowmen together, make snow angels, throw snowballs at each other, and later cuddle in the warmth of your little home.

"Remus",

"What, dove?" he smiled at you.

Your palm remained on the doorknob. Both of you were already outside. Yet you hadn't closed the door.

"I love you."

He opened a genuine beam. His teeth showing and his eyes almost closing,

"I love you too, dove, always did."

The snow started to fall heavily, and suddenly your vision became blurry, then completely white.

☃️ ☃️ ☃️

A heavy sound of wind was heard, and you woke up with someone shaking your shoulder.

"Yn. Yn. Yn."

You opened your eyes lazily.

"What?" With a tilt in your head, you furrowed your face in concern.

"Where am I?"

"Where are you?" Lily elevated her voice on a scale.

Marlene pushed her chair behind. She turned to look at you. "Are you sick, darling?"

The girls exchanged a look.

You began to sit down in the bed you were lying in beforehand.

Oh, you are in Hogwarts still. In your dorm.

You glanced at your legs. There was a blanket covering part of your legs. It was probably one of the girls that covered you.

Two books and a notebook on your left, still in the bed.

You fell asleep studying.

Suddenly you feel the urge to dig a hole and hide yourself in it.

It was just a dream. No more than a dream, with your best friend. Where you and he share a married life together.

You lifted your eyes to the room.

The girls were still staring at you.

"Remember where you are now?" Lily arched her brows. She clearly noticed the change in your face through your expressions.

You nodded back.

"Wow, you sleep very well then." Marlene turned her chair again. Coming back to whatever she was doing at her desk. "Even forgot where you are." She chuckled.

"Yeah, I sleep very well… I think." You tried feigning a giggle.

"It's almost time for dinner. Come." Lily stands up properly.

"Yeap, yeap," you assent.

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To be honest I was afraid...| Part 3

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x Fem!Reader

wc: 951 | fluff, comforting, starting to get angst

warnings: none, basically just Dabi hiding his identity from yn.

< PART 1 < PART 2

Dabi had already organised his bed when you entered the room. You smelt like his shampoo and something citrussy. Your hair was just slightly humid since you had already dried most of it in the bathroom with the hairdryer.

"Bed already set, pretty boy?"

Dabi turned his head at you with a twist.

"What?"

The nickname caught him by surprise.

You opened a mischievous grin when you saw his reaction.

"Cat got your tongue?" you giggled as you closed the door.

"I thought you didn't like nicknames." He tried to fix his posture.

"Well, I said exceptions, right? There are some exceptions."

You jump over the bed, and Dabi watches you enter under the blanket and emerge with only your head outside like a mole caving its tunnel.

"Come", you call him out.

Dabi did it so. Sometimes he felt like you made Touya suddenly rebirth, and then… the guilt swallowed him, and he came to the understanding that he was only Dabi — the LOV villain who was looking forward to revenge from his father.

You opened your arms and Touya fell right back on you. After fixing the blanket to cover you both, he brought you to his arms. His arms all around you while you hold him back. One of your legs between his and his chin over your head.

You nuzzled into his chest. The fabric of his shirt was soft. A cotton white shirt. You could feel the mark of the burns under it.

He knew you could.

But you didn't bring that topic anymore.

You both stayed calmly, holding each other.

Sometimes you kiss his skin, his neck or jaw. He caressed your hair, passing his fingertips through your strands. Then after a couple of minutes you looked at him with lovely eyes, and he stared back, just as whipped.

You share a tender yet deep kiss with him. His tongue travelling through your mouth while you sigh. He held you stronger, and your posture got tense with the amount of emotions that kiss carried.

When you both separated, the room was filled with your unravelling breathing and Touya's smirk.

Touya passed a good time thinking about you and dreaming — here and there — of if one day he would ever see you again. He imagined you both chatting, laughing and staying together. Dreams don't cost money. But when he did it, usually it cost him his sleep. Dumb, she's a hero, from a hero family, trained to continue her family's tradition. Trained to carry the legacy of her name through her generation.

She will never stay.

But now that you are here, he doesn't know what to say.

And you too don't know what to ask.

Yet, you felt his eyes lingering on you. His mouth opened, then his gaze flew somewhere else. He never said what his mind was screaming at him to.

Since you both were comfortable cuddling. Since you could hear his heartbeat beating softly. And since you both were together, really together — more than just childhood friends, but as lovers, a couple.

You dare to ask the question that has been in your mind since he put the strap of your bag over his shoulder in the street where you found each other.

"You're hiding something from me, Touya." You rested your chin on his chest and looked at his eyes.

"What is it?"

Dabi looked at you. Right in your arms.

He squeezed your waist with the hand that was around you.

And with a deep sigh he opened his mouth. His heart starts beating faster. You felt it too, since one of your palms was on his chest.

"I—"

Riiiiing!

You both widened your eyes.

Dabi's phone was ringing on the nightstand.

"Sorry, babe," he mumbled as he gently put you on his side and stood to grab his phone.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Really? Now?

When you opened, Dabi had already gone. You sat abruptly in the bed. Now your heart was beating faster. Until you noticed the beam of light that came from the gap under the door. The door was not properly closed, just left ajar.

You started to get up, but the door opened again.

Dabi appeared with a serious face.

"Sorry, babe," he said in a low tone.

The man walked towards his wardrobe and grabbed a big black leather jacket.

"I have to go," he turned to you.

You arched your brows at him. Now, properly standing.

"I really have to go now."

You furrowed your face even more.

"What?" You contorted your expression.

"Work emergency," he said, grabbing your hand. "But I promise to come back as soon as I can." Dabi gives a kiss on the back of your hand. He held your gaze again.

"Just go back to sleep, right? Don't think too much about it." He gave a kiss on your temple, then a peck on your lips before turning away.

"Wait, Touya."

He was already in front of the door of his house.

Dabi stopped, his hand on the doorknob, his shoulders up and tense.

You wanted to ask. But something in you pulled you back.

You stared at his back and inhaled. "Take care."

"I will," he said without turning back to see you.

You have an idea of what he could be doing at this late hour – at work. But it was too hurtful to think of him like this.

With a shake of your head, you went to lock the door with the key.

Slowly, with your head spiralling in many thoughts. One more absurd than the other. You made your way to the bedroom, this time, alone.

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[moonysweetheart]

To be honest I was afraid...| Part 2

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x Fem!Reader

word count: 1007

warnings: nothing too extreme, just dabi/touya insecure. the fact that this one is not proofread is way more scary.

< PART 1 PART 3 >

You both arrived at his apartment without much effort. It was actually only some blocks away. Which made you confirm that actually, you haven't gotten lost as you thought before. You had actually found yourself.

Touya closed and locked the door as you stepped carefully inside. The apartment was dim. The only light came from the streetlamps that passed through the curtain fabric.

"Make yourself comfortable, Yn." Touya gestured to his living room as he turned the light on and put your bag over the sofa.

You observed the space. It wasn't huge but was quite comfortable. It was messy, with some clothes scattered over an armchair, but the sofa and the carpet were clean. There was a TV in the living room, and from there you could see the glass door to the balcony and the counter of his open kitchen.

You turned to him with a gentle smile.

"It's pretty."

"Don't try to please me, doll. It's acceptable. Nothing more," he smirked at you.

"Doll?" You tilted your head with a chuckle.

"Where did this come from?"

He passed by your side and sat on the couch.

"A nickname, duh?" he arched a brow at you while lifting an arm.

His face contorted in a 'Serious?' type of expression.

"Well", you start to walk slowly towards him.

"I prefer when you call me by my name, or girlfriend, perhaps..." You tried to hold your smile back as you watched his eyes fixed on you.

He patted his right leg, and you opened a full grin before seating by his side. Touya passed his right arm over the back of the sofa.

"Perhaps I can open some exception." You turned your face to him. "To some very special nicknames..."

"So 'doll' is a no?" he tilted his face at you.

'Doll is on standby. I'll think about it."

He let out a genuine laugh at your teasing.

You saw the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes and the burn scars moving a bit too.

Gently you lifted your palm to touch it.

Touya stopped and looked at you.

"What you—"

"How did you get them?" You passed your fingertips through the skin under his eye. Your touch was gentle, like you were afraid of hurting him any more.

Touya bit the inner skin of his cheek.

He wanted to say the truth. He never lied to you, never. And he couldn't do that now. But part of him was egoistic, and he knew... that conversation would be hard with you.

He wanted, really wanted, to say. 'I was using my quirk, you know, as a villain. '

But what would you think of him?

You could cry. Feel betrayed. Fight with him. Punch him. Or even worse, you could go away.

"Touya?" you smiled, batting your eyelashes at him.

You wriggle your brows, catching his attention to your question again.

There was not an ounce of judgement in your face. Only love and care. And that hurts even more.

"You know the effects of my quirk," he said in a monotonous tone, turning his face towards the glass door.

You pursed your lips as you stared at his skin again.

"So... as I supposed, you continued using your quirk..."

"Yeah,"

Your thumb went from the skin under his eye to his cheek, then to the corner of his lips. When you arrived at his jaw, you surprised him with a kiss. That made him turn his eyes back to you, swiftly.

You both locked eyes, and you let out a giggle before hiding your face on his chest.

Touya felt his heart thumping again, dancing like life suddenly has colours.

He passed his arms around you in a hug while you pressed yourself more on him.

"Why didn't your father buy some special suit or something like that? Something that prevents you from hurting yourself so much. It seems to be such a sacrifice to use your quirk." You peeked at him with a smile before resting your head on his chest once more.

Dabi clenched his jaw at the very mention of Endevor. He tried to remain calm, but his arms squeezed you more.

A beat of silence runs through the room while you both hold each other. Touya didn't reply to your question, and you weren't dumb. You knew something was wrong, given his reaction — or lack of reaction. So you decided not to push.

"Can't feel a thing, though," he mumbled in a cold tone, like it wasn't a matter at all.

"Touya..." You looked at him and searched for words, but nothing came.

What could you say, though? That you were sorry?

It wasn't your fault, and he probably doesn't want your pity, just like you don't want him to see how it affected you.

You sighed.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Touya leaned back, fixing his posture as he stared at you. You began to distance yourself from him.

Yes, it was bound to happen. You discovered. You discovered it all. You connected the dots. You know he's a villain. You're leaving him.

"What?" he stared at you just as you stood up.

"I need to pee, love, and take a bath too. It was a long trip," you beamed at him.

"Where's the bathroom? I can take a quick shower, and you make the bed."

A weight was lifted from his shoulder, or heart, or whatever place that was making his guts squeeze, and his blood pressure went low.

"At the end of the corridor." Dabi blinked twice.

"Thanks." You give a gentle peck on his cheek before getting your bag and disappearing down the corridor.

He rested his back on the sofa once more.

He will need, no, he needs, as soon as possible to talk with you. It's better if you know from him than from the journals.

But how?

"Touyaaaa," you appeared again.

"Can I use your shampoo?"

He blinked at you again. "Ah, yeah…" he nodded. "Sure." The man shrugged.

"Thanks, love."

He felt like he could throw up at any moment.

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[lokissweater]

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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To be honest I was afraid...

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x Fem!Reader

word count: 2007 | fluff (at least i consider it fluff haha)

PART 2 > PART 3 >

Summary: You completed your 12 years of training and finally returned to Japan. But since you hadn't been in contact with your friends since you moved, you have no idea of what happened in your absence.

Warnings: None. It's basically fluff with some angst (Dabi's past) but with a comforting end.

ℹ️ This fic is based on the 5th episode of the 7th season. When Dabi burns Himiko's old house.

"They're gonna find us Touya... you were kind" Himiko mumbled as she watches Dabi plays with the flames on his palms.

"The way it is..." he snickered, "No one will have energy to come after us"

That's when Himiko moves her gaze from him to the street. Not because of what he said, but because the soft tap of boots on the floor.

There's a young woman, around 24, coming in Himiko's direction. She's wearing a jacket and carrying a gym bag over her shoulders.

Dabi fixed his posture and gets quiet, just watching. The woman doesn't looked at him, probably didn't even saw him.

You were starting to regret your decision. Was coming back a good idea? Especially like... this...

You were born and raised there, even though your mother was not from here. But you knew your destiny, at the age of 12, you would have to go far away to train some special abilities with an old Master. That's what everyone in your family did. Moved at 12 years old, passed 12 years training, then went to live their lives as they desired. Remembering that the next generation would have to pass for the same thing. And if they never have an heir they need to adopt or teach someone (that would protect the family tradition) the abilities that only your heritage understands.

Passing hidden abilities from generation to generation was both about improving your quirk and protecting your family tradition.

You were always excited about your training as a child.

Until you moved to a new school at 7 and befriended Touya Todoroki. The boy was witty, funny and energetic. Overall, he was always kind. Especially with you.

You tend to complain about how much he talks about his father all the damn time when you both were younger. He idealised being like Endeavor. And you hated how much he hurts himself just to trying to please or caught the attention of his father.

You both used to be glued. Together here and there. Rei loved receiving you at home and both you and Touya make sure to play a ton together.

You started to forget those years of training that would arrive one day.

You adore passing time with Touya...

Until the time arrives, and you have to move far away. Out of Japan. Out of any place with Internet or a connection. You were far from anyone besides your grandma and The Master.

Yet, now the 12 years of training had finished.

You had packed your things as soon as you were allowed to. You bought the first ticket back to Japan. You had prepared your speech for when you saw Touya again.

But he could be dating, be married or even have kids by now. And you had been preparing yourself mentally for that too.

If you notice that things change more than you can bear, then you will ask to stay for a night at the Todoroki's house. You could sleep in the guest room. Then by tomorrow morning you would find a place to stay. Perhaps rent an apartment.

But the heavens know how much you were praying to find Touya. To have his blue eyes over you again. To be engulfed by his embrace and to finally be able to stay by his side. This time you wouldn't go away.

The only problem was that your plane was delayed. You arrived late and now you were walking through dark aisles and streets trying to find yourself again. And you do not remember the way to arrive at his house anymore.

You cannot prove it, but you're almost sure you got the wrong metro when you left the airport too. And worst, you believe you are in the wrong neighbourhood.

All at night. Alone.

You don't even know if Touya still lives with his parents, nor if the family is in the same place they used to be.

Was it a dumb idea? Probaly.

Are you in danger? Walking alone at night.... yes. But at least you can fight back if needed.

That's when you turned onto another street and blue flames got your attention. There was a house burning down, with blue flames covering its wood and material.

You saw a girl standing next to it. You tilted your head slightly puzzled.

"Is it abandoned?" You glanced at the house. Stopping where you are.

Dabi watches you. He doesn’t know why he decided to stay instead of jumping to the street as he was interned too. But something in you made him stop.

"Yes," the blonde girl nods.

You watched the flames again. Gently you turned to her.

"Pretty hairstyle"

The girl opened a huge grin. Her fangs appeared. "Do you really think?" She giggled.

"Yes" you assents. "It suits you. It's very pretty. It compliments your fangs" you did a gesture with your hands pointing to your own teeth.

"Actually," you started walking towards her again.

"Could you help me with something? Just some information. I arrived just now and it has been years since I was here, so I'm basically lost." You smiled sheepishly.

"Do you know know where the Todoroki's live? Endeavor's house?"

Himiko stared at you. She blinked twice.

"By the way, I'm Yn" you offered your hand.

Now Dabi was curious, why were you looking for Endeavour at... he glanced at his watch. At 12.42 am.

"I'm Himiko!" She smiled again. "Himiko Toga!" You nodded back.

"Why are you searching for Endeavor?!" She announced loudly and smilingly. "Did he do something to you, or are you trying to kill him?"

"No, no" you widened your eyes and shook your head. "I'm actually looking for his son. He's my childhood friend, Touya Todoroki. It had been a long time since I last saw him. I would like to see him again. It's just that."

That's when it clicked.

Dabi, or better, Touya widened his eyes.

How didn't he notice before?

It's you.

Yn. His Yn.

The one who studied with him. The one he had an enormous crush on when he was a child.

Sure, you're taller, your voice is slightly mature and your posture is stronger. You seemed slightly different. But the tone of your voice, the way you say things gently, is the same.

"Where exactly have you been?" That was the question that had been running through his mind all those years. He searched a lot for you, especially after he woke up from that accident. But it was all in vain.

Himiko opened her mouth but she didn't even have time to mutter another word, Touya was already behind you.

If he had found you at that time... forget it, he didn't. The past can't be changed.

You turned around.

There was a man, taller than you. He was full of burn marks and had white hair. But his eyes, when you stared back at his eyes. You lifted your brows surprised.

Your Touya didn't have those burns and his eyes shone with excitement, they weren't distant like the ones of this man... but your Touya was stubborn, so it's easy to picture him using his quirk again until he burned himself almost entirely.

"Touya?" You asked carefully, already smiling.

The corner of his lips twitched upwards, the beginning of a grin.

"Touya!" You said again letting your bag fall onto the floor and launching yourself into his arms.

He embraced you. Hugging you tight and lovingly. He missed you just as much.

Himiko lifted her brows in amused curiosity.

You mumbled something inaudible on the fabric of his shirt and he pushed you back slowly.

"What?"

"Training. I've been training" you smile.

"Yes, but where?"

"It doesn't matter" you shook your head. "It's difficult to explain now, but I found you. I really did." Your smile widened as you finished the phrase. "Yes, you did" he assents.

"And I've been looking for you for some time, though."

"You did?" You furrowed your brows.

"Yeah" he tried to be nonchalant but though his tone was calm his soft eyes and grinning mouth didn't help as much.

"To be honest," you let an exhale.

"I was afraid you would have forgotten me by now. Or that you would've moved away. I don't know" You shrugged.

"Are you married?" You searched for his palms but they hold no engagement or wedding ring.

Touya contorted his face in disgust. "What?!" He pursed his lips. "No."

After bitting the inner part of your cheek and glanced at your shoes you looked at him again.

"It was just—" you sighed. "The thought of not seeing you again scared me a lot"

"I basically come as fast as I can. And I wasn't sure what I could find here. But I found you, and that's all I need" you beamed at him. A genuine smile. Touya swears his heart did a backflip, it had been years — that feels like centuries — that he hadn't felt so alive.

"You sure?" He smiled mischievously.

"Yes" you went for another hug.

Touya saw Himiko still staring at both of you over the top of your head.

He glared at her.

She smiled childishly and made a weird wave with her hand before going away. Leaving you and Touya alone.

"Are you single then?" You inclined your head and rested your chin on his chest, searching for his eyes.

"What's the worry with my love life?" He asked holding back another grin.

"Nothing," you shrugged feigning indifference.

"Is just that if you were..." you dragged the words through your tongue and glanced at him with a smirk.

He lifted his brows mimicking your expression

"If I were you, you would probably end my single days, I suppose"

"If you wish to" you shrugged again looking to the street.

Touya smiled. You. Yn. His Yn. After all those years, was now alive, in his arms. Hugging him back, and clearly wanting more than his friendship. You didn't even talk about how nasty his scars are. You don't even seem disgusted, quite the contrary, you're just happy to see him.

Has he arrived in paradise after all the hell he passed through?

You, here, remembering who he is, wanting to stay. Asking, with your eyes, to stay.

How could he said no? Not under threath could he denied you.

You peeked at him and before turning to look at the other side of the street he grabbed your chin.

"Of course I wish to. I actually wish that you were never gone to start with," he got closer to your mouth. "I thought this was clear," he brushed his lips on yours. You sighned.

Yes, Touya had grown up now.

A shiver runs down your body.

He smiled a bit more before finally kissing you.

When he steps back his smile fades.

"Come, I have a place where you can stay." He started walking a bit and grabbed your bag, putting the strap over his shoulder.

"But there's nothing to do with my family. I don't talk with them anymore" He Huffed. His expression suddenly serious as you knitted your brows trying to picture the why.

He put his arm over your shoulder to bring you closer, and you passed your right arm behind his waist for support.

You watched him. He got a glimpse of your eyes.

"I'll explain to you what happened, girlfriend"

The crease in your face disappears.

And you both happily make your way to his apartment.

"Alright, boyfriend"

There was only one problem. One that Touya didn't want to burn his head thinking about now.

You had passed the last 12 years training to learn and protect the legacy and tradition of your family. A family that was known for powerful heroes. You, indeed were the daughter of two grand heroes and the granddaughter of a strong hero too.

You, had been training for 12 years, the type of abilities that were perfect to beat villains.

Villains like him

Will you really stay anyway? Or will you leave him once again?

Thanks for reading. Hope you had fun.

This one was written after midnight so even though I tried my hardest to pay attention, it may have some small mistakes.

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Feel Something - B.K

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader

summary: Bakugo rethinks all that he felt for you, and as the war is finished, after all you've been through, he finally invites you out for a date.

word count: 1891 | comfort & fluff

warnings: reader is hurt by Shigaraki, Katsuki and Midoriya thinking that the reader is close to dying and both freaking out.

Slightly inspired by Feel Something, James Young.

"You could be the one to make me feel something, something"

After Shigaraki showed off his new powers, all of you became even more aware of your surroundings. This operation had to succeed at all costs. And Tomura speaking his nonsense ideology was the last straw for Bakugo to take action and explode that man's face.

But it all happened too fast, and in a swing, Shigaraki showed that he had improved not only his battle abilities but also his vision and movements too. 

You couldn't let it slide, no, not Bakugo.

Not any of your friends, but especially not Bakugo. 

He couldn't be hit.

So, you did the only thing you could at the time. You let your body take over you. And in an impulse, you launch yourself in front of him using your teleportation quirk and open a huge purple portal. All the impact that was sent to Bakugo went out from another portal that you opened.

You felt exhausted. Shigaraki was on another level now, and it demanded almost all your strength to not open a huge portal but to maintain it open to avoid the impact killing both you and Bakugo.

Your instinct was good. You opened the second portal far from where you all were and directed the portal to the sky.

It was good, you thought.

Kats is alive, just like you all. 

You turned to have a glimpse of his eyes only to feel an impact sending you away.

Your vision was blurry, and the last thing you heard was Katsuki screaming your name.

Katsuki Bakugo always took pride in being stronger and faster. Though he doesn't speak out loud, he always took pride in having you by his side too.

Even as a child, with all his menacing attitude. You complained about him being mean, but you never went away — never for too long. You never left his side, have you?

But seeing your body lying still on the floor, blood cascading from the side of your head. Crimson droplets falling on your face and marks of cuts and blood appearing from the parts of your hero costume that were torn.

Katsuki couldn't control the uneasy feeling with the idea of not having you by his side anymore.

Sure, when the war started, all of you knew about the dangers.

But we never want to believe that this type of thing will happen with the ones we love and with us. 

He felt a shiver run down his body.

He hadn't asked you on a date yet.

Sure, you guys kissed before this battle. You said it was for good luck, and it had been clear that both of you shared feelings.

Yet, time to go out was a luxury that none of you have now. He was waiting to do that after the war ended.

He wouldn't say it out loud. But he had passed near a wedding store some months ago, and he already pictured you in one of those clothes; he already pictured himself—by your side—in one of those clothes too.

He had been thinking about "accidentally" passing on that street again when you both went out on a date.

Fuck. You need to survive. 

You cannot let him be alone with millions of ideas for your future.

That's too cruel.

Bakugo stares at Shigaraki. His red eyes had another glister — one that only lights up when someone is prepared to kill.

He will fucking kill Shigaraki, and then he will take you out to the hospital, and after that, he's taking you on a date. That's it.

Katsuki fled towards Shigaraki. Nejiro and Mirio widened their eyes at how fast he jumped. Tamaki jolts with the sound of Bakugo's explosions. He was at the peak of his ability, using everything he could.

The light of hope shone over them; Shigaraki was feeling the impact.

Katsuki was at an animalistic pace. He shouts out of his lungs all types of swear words that come to mind.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TOUCH HER, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?! I'M GOING TO EXPLODE YOU!"

Then Midoriya arrives.

And oh boy, his face twisted in pure despair and anger when he saw your body on the floor. Blood was already forming a small pool around you whilst Best Jeanist and Edgeshot worked to save you.

Midoriya turned to his left. Shigaraki and Kacchan were trying to kill one another while you were lying bloody on the floor. Midoriya doesn't even know if you're breathing, and that's the last straw for him to launch towards Shigaraki too.

Deku didn’t think twice. He flies in pure wrath. Both of them, Kacchan and Deku, start working together for one common result: stop Shigaraki Tomura at all costs.

After their battle finished, Bakugo would've liked to come back to where his parents were and rest, but he knew he couldn't. 

Edgeshot and Jeanist did a good job. They both were able to stop your blood and keep you stable until they got out of there.

Katsuki wasn't able to come back to you after he finished his battle, but he was found holding the dog tag you once gave him. It has his, yours and Midoriya's names. You gave it to him when you were eleven, saying no matter where he goes, you all would always stay together — always with him.

Bakugo wakes up with a jolt.

His first thought was, "Where is Yn?"

His second "Where is Deku?"

And his third, "Where the fuck am I?"

Then he saw his mum and dad by his side. Mitsuki tried to control him. But after she tells him you were in the other room, there is no one that could hold him back.

When he saw you lying on the bed, all patched up, he felt his heart crack into a million pieces. He got closer to your bed, and carefully not to touch your bandages, he passed his fingertips through your head.

He was soft like a feather with you; never in a million lives would he ever forgive himself if he hurt you.

Mitsuki and Masaru widened their eyes and came running towards Katsuki, only to stop when they saw the scene in front of them. They both exchange a look before giving a step back.

"Where is Deku?" he asked, voice hoarse.

"In the next room with All Might," Mitsuki replied.

"I want us three in the same room."

"What?" Mitsuki asked.

"You can't, Katsuki, you three—"

His father stopped mid-sentence when Bakugo turned a bit. His brows were knitted, but his eyes were not angry ones but fearful. Katsuki had experienced death himself. He thought he had lost you, Deku, his parents, his friends, and his life.

Now that he was alive, he didn't want to be far away.

Katsuki Bakugo was regretful of a lot of things.

He is aware of what he said and did in the past, and he is prepared to change for a better future. But for now, he wants to be closer to his childhood friends. Now.

It is a lot to hold. And a lot to say. Yet, Katsuki didn't need to open his mouth. His father widened his eye, and as Katsuki turned his eyes to you again, Masaru went away to make you three share a room.

His face relaxed in something tender. One of the rare occasions he was tender.

The nurses finally organise all three of you and All Might in the same room. Katsuki could breathe again. Deku was in the bed in front of his, with All Might by his side. On the other side of the room was him, and your bed was beside his.

You were still sleeping.

Bakugo had already talked with Deku and All Might.

He apologises and cries.

But now the only thing he wants is to see you awake. He knows you're not in danger anymore. His parents explained your case, and the nurses did it too. Both he and Midoriya asked a tonne of questions, leaving no room for doubts. You were alright and would soon be awake.

"Yes..." He glanced at you. "She's alright. Now she is."

Both Midoriya and Bakugo stay quietly in their respective beds, looking at yours, looking at you. Just like they did when you were the first one to fall asleep in class. Just like they did when the three of you were kids, the world wasn't so heavy on your shoulders, and no matter what, you always take care of one another.

Katsuki was uncomfortable at first. He didn't like to be vulnerable. But he decided Deku deserved to know how you get hurt like this — how you put your own life at risk just to save him. You were fast but decided to check on him, to search for his eyes, and that's why you got hurt. Launched away like you were nothing.

"She did what we would have done for her, Kacchan."

"She almost got herself killed."

"I guess we cannot complain with her for it." He glances at himself, then at Bakugo. Bakugo did the same. They locked eyes.

"We almost got ourselves killed too," Izuku shrugged.

"You literally died. I was so upset," he shook his head. "She will complain so much to you when she discovers what happened. Brace yourself for the lecture."

"You too," Bakugo replies.

All Might had been resting, a calm sleep, for a good twenty minutes now.

A sigh was heard from your bed, and swiftly both boys turned to look at you.

"You're awake," Bakugo mumbled as he watched you open your eyes.

You looked around curiously. You didn't know where you were.

But as soon as you searched the room, you saw All Might and Deku. Izuku was seated on his bed looking at you and Bakugo. As he caught your eyes he fixed his posture.

"Hey," you smiled at him.

You were not alone, and that was enough for you to rest your head on the pillow with ease. 

"Kats," you beamed at him as he approached you.

Your head hurt a bit, and your body was sore. Like you hadn't moved your limbs for some good hours.

He watched you sweetly and smiled back softly. You were awake, talking and, beside some bruises and cuts, alright.

"We were so worried," Deku mumbled. You smiled at him too.

"I was worried too. You disappeared."

Deku assents. "I'm very happy that you are okay now, Yn! I'm glad that we all made it past it!" he smiled at both you and Katsuki. Which makes you grin harder.

You agreed with Midoriya as Katsuki observed you both.

"Thanks," he whispered.

You turned to Bakugo. "You would have done the same."

His eyes glistened with some tears. "Yeah," he sighed deeply. "I would."

Katsuki sniffed a bit. "You scare the hell out of me, you know, dumbass."

With a gentle smile you mumbled, "Yeah?" and you tilted your head, trying to tease him.

"And what can I do to put a grin on that face of yours again?" you asked, voice raspy and low.

"Go on a date with me."

You opened your mouth a bit stunned. If you had turned your face, you would have seen the smile on Deku's face or perhaps the shine in his eyes.

"Sure." You assent.

Katsuki smiled at you.

my firs mha fic haha.

after don't know how long, here am I again <3

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"Did you let her kiss you?" - Poe Dameron

Poe comes back from the tents of the new planet you're all landing on. A sand planet, not too big, hot yet full of life in the small village nearby. After buying some groceries and souvenirs, Poe comes back with his arms full of bags. But he's received with the vision of his friend kissing Yn.

Poe Dameron x Gn!Reader

wc: 681

contains: mentions of sandstorm and falling; Yn being saved by Rey; Poe slightly jealous, then worried; pure fluff.

“Did you let her kiss you?!” Poe took a jump backwards. His eyes were widened, and his brows knit in a dramatically shocked expression.

He looked to the faces around him and stopped at Rey. He wanted to grab her shoulders and snap her out of his ship. His semblance was still stunned. Poe turns to you, his mouth opened in disbelief. The man took a step ahead and slanted himself to you. “Why?!” he flailed his arms. “Love…” His voice comes strained, laced in betrayal.

“Why did you let her kiss you?” He mumbled in a suddenly sad tone. Totally different from his usual self. His eyes were soft and melancholy.

And you catch him pouting… pouting like a toddler grasping for attention.

You wanted to smile and kiss the tip of his nose just to make that wrinkle on his forehead disappear, but everything hurts. And truly, you were afraid you could faint at any more movement.

You feel the heaviness of his chest just by looking at him. The bond you both have through the Force was strong, and staring at his puppy glaze and tender brown eyes, you feel the crack of his heart.

You opened your mouth with a heavy sigh—

“Yn didn’t have other options.” Rey mumbled, interrupting and pushing your shoulder slowly onto the pillow, making you lie down.

“Rest, Yn. We dwell with it from here.” She nodded at you.

Finn brought a blanket to cover you whilst Poe stared at Rey with his mouth open. His expression was offended. He glanced at you, and it was not difficult to see that something had happened — and you were sure far from okay.

Swiftly his facade fell, and he was distressed, his face contorted in worry.

You look at him with a worried expression. You didn’t want to rest, not when Poe was so sullen. And like the man had read his head, his expression changed to a tender one.

“Hey,” he kneeled at the side of the seat you were lying on.

Poe lifted his right hand and caressed your head.

“It’s alright, love, go to sleep,” he mumbled softly in a lovely tone.

“You’re sure?” You whispered unhurriedly in return.

“Yes, I am sure,” he nodded even though you didn’t see him anymore due to your closed lids.

Poe continued caressing your head softly until you fell asleep under his care.

As you fell into slumber, he went to the other side of the ship. Rey finally explained why she had kissed you.

How you faint after an attempt to save BB-8 from a sandstorm. You sent the robot afar and did save it… but you mistepped your step and fell onto the sand. When Rey and Finn found you, you were tired, dizzy and weak… almost fainting.

Then Rey kisses you. It was the first thing she thought.

Share her force with you. Life.

It was at that exact moment that Poe appeared. Coming back from the tents of the planet you were all in. Bags onto his arms and complaining like an old man about how Finn was supposed to help him but had vanished from his side.

Poe just listened. He didn’t reply or react at all.

He just nodded, thanked Rey… then stared at you on the other side of the ship.

Sleeping. Safe.

He felt a heaviness inside his heart, the fear of losing you. But seeing you sleep so comfortably gives a warm embrace to his tender heart too.

He was lucky to have someone to care for, and he’s happy to know you’re still here.

Healthy and alive.

A tiny beam took onto his face, and he pointed to you before heading to the seat you were sleeping in.

Rey smiled and agreed. She went to the control panel and put on her seatbelt before starting the ship.

Chewie was at her side, and Finn was staring at her.

But Poe, Poe lay by your side, hugging you carefully. And as he watched you sleep, it was clear that he only has eyes for you.

Thx for reading! Hope you like it.

Pls, note that I don't do tag lists. Hope you understand <3

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The Winner Takes It All | I won't let you go so easy - Part One

When Kylo finds out about the tape from the escape of his latest prisoner, not only does he discover a betrayal, but a harsh truth slaps him in the face. And as the rebels rise again, he tries to act faster.

Kylo Ren (Past Lover) x Fem!Reader

wc: 921

contains: fear of the past (aka Yn being afraid of crossing paths with Kylo again), Yn and Kylo having a problematic past, Kylo's obsession with finding Yn, running away, and destruction of a security control room.

The heavy steps echoed through the halls of the Finalizer. Kylo was seething over the previous news.

The night before, he had captured Poe Dameron, one of the Resistance pilots. Unfortunately, he had been summoned almost immediately by his master, Snoke. An urgent matter. Kylo had been sent on a private, secluded mission, and before departing, he locked Poe alone in the interrogation room, after a few threats.

Nothing to worry about.

When he returned, he would have time. Time enough to break the pilot and extract everything he needed to extinguish the Resistance completely.

Simple.

Until he came back and discovered the pilot had escaped.

Not alone, obviously. The base had been breached by an unidentified ship, the very one used in the escape.

Problems stacking atop problems.

Kylo exhaled sharply.

From the moment his boots touched the deck of the Finalizer again, unease coiled in his chest.

That pressure returned. Heavy. Familiar. Tightening around his heart until breathing felt like effort. It had been a long time since he’d felt it this intensely.

He was torn between rage at his subordinates’ incompetence and the dizziness brought on by that sensation. Something was missing. And the instant his heart clenched upon landing, he knew something had happened, something close.

As he strode through the corridors, his thoughts drifted, unbidden, to you.

Was it you?

Perhaps someone had spotted you with the Resistance. Perhaps you had been nearby.

Could you both have been on the same ship?

No. Absurd. You would never be caught by a simple stormtrooper.

And yet—

Your presence lingered in the air.

Like sheer fabric, barely visible under sunlight. A sensation just beyond his grasp.

It burnt deeper with every step. Like boiling water against his skin.

Now he was sure.

The closer he got, the stronger it became.

You had been here.

Close enough to haunt him.

Gone before he could reach you.

His jaw tightened.

He didn’t need proof. The atmosphere itself told him enough. Whatever had brought you here, it was already resolved.

And you were gone.

Kriff. Stop thinking about Yn.

He shook his head, forcing the thought away.

But something inside him still screamed for you.

If you trusted him again— If he had time alone with you—

He could change everything.

After building his empire in his grandfather’s image, the next thing that mattered was you. Having you at his side.

If only you would see his world. Perhaps then you would understand. Perhaps then you would choose him.

At night, when sleep refused to come, he liked to think you still thought of him. Once, your bond had been so strong he could feel your thoughts brush against his mind.

Now it was dust and echoes.

Sleeping alone hurt more than he cared to admit.

No family. No friends.

And not you.

He felt it, how you pushed him away harder every time. You’d learnt how to block him. How to disappear.

Still, he felt traces. Not the bond you once shared, but remnants. Enough to remind him.

He drew a slow breath.

Stubborn.

It didn’t matter.

Sooner or later, paths will cross again.

He slowed his pace and exhaled through his nose before opening the door.

Kriff, he hated incompetence.

The room chilled as he entered. Every guard stiffened at once.

“Good afternoon, Commander,” someone offered weakly.

Kylo didn’t acknowledge it.

“What did you find?” he asked, voice low, masked, and dangerous.

A man gently stood up and gestured to the panel. To the screen.

“Sir… we recovered the recordings from the escape.” He swallowed. “Miss Yn was seen assisting the rebel pilot and FN-2187.”

The words hung.

The room held its breath.

Kylo’s gaze fixed on the screen.

You.

Helping them.

He had known you were there. He had felt it.

But some foolish part of him had hoped—

He observed the tapes. You hugging the pilot. Running to his arms like he was your lifeline. Right after knocking out a stormtrooper. Kylo twisted his face in disgust.

He observed the way Dameron holds your waist.

Who does he think he is?

But now Kylo knows. It's him who is making your head against Kylo.

Kylo watched the next screentape. You didn't come in your ship.

You were in the Millennium Falcon.

And you had run away in the Falcon with Poe and whoever was inside that stormtrooper suit.

You, and Poe in his Da— in Han Solo's ship.

Kylo draws a huff before punching the screen.

"KRIFF"

His nostrils dilated. Wrath surged.

He struck the commander without warning and pointed toward the exit.

“Out.”

The room emptied fast.

Kylo stared at the footage. His eyes distant, vague.

You moved quickly, confidently. Pulling Dameron forward by the hand. The image burnt.

His fist shattered the screen.

“Kriff!”

He destroyed everything within reach. Consoles. Panels. Data screens.

When it was over, silence rushed back in.

Kylo sank to his knees among the wreckage.

Breath ragged. Vision blurred.

He removed his helmet slowly, hands trembling as it fell from his grasp and hit the floor with a hollow sound.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t curse or scream.

He just stared at his hands.

A long moment passed.

His fists closed.

And finally, with a breath, he stood up.

Kylo picked up his helmet and slid it back into place. The mask sealed with a soft hiss.

I won't let you go so easy, he thought.

Kylo turned toward the door and walked out.

Leaving behind a ruined room, unanswered questions, and a silence far more dangerous than any vow.

That's it, darlings! I hope you lot like it.

Have a great day, and bye! :)

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I don't do tag lists. Hope you lot understand! <3

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hey! just stumbled across your writing and it’s excellent! i just wanted to let you know that a lot of screen readers (inc. standard apple one which is what i use) can’t pick up on the copy and paste symbols and texts that you use on your posts in headings and whatnot. it’s not too big a deal (or at least i don’t think so) as the main content of your writing is readable, but i just wanted to let you know so you may be able to consider making it a bit more accessible in the future, especially if there’s any important information!

have a lovely day <3

Oh my god! I didn't know that.

Thank you so much for telling me!! I'll, without a doubt, look out to make my content more accessible.

And I really appreciate your compliment about my writing haha <3

Once again, thanks a lot, darling. And have a lovely day too!!

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Remus is my comfort character as in we both need the comfort urgently.

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#yes!!!

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

marauders

Remus Lupin (moony :))

Series Masterlist: and they were only friends fluff/series

New Beginnings fluff/imagine

James Potter

Something happens and I'm head over heels fluff/imagine

Sirius Black

Talk to him angst, angst/comfort/imagine

star wars

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

I could be a hero in a different time or place angst/imagine

The Winner Takes It All angst/series

Poe Dameron

Obi-wan Kenobi

mha

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

To be honest I was afraid...(fluff, angst, comfort - series)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

Bakugo Katsuki (Kacchan)

Feel Something fluff n comfort, imagine

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

Xoxo, byee!! 🩷

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I Could Be a Hero in a Different Time or Place

I suggest reading this while listening to:

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌၊|• 3:53 Leach, Cryogeyser

Kylo Ren x Gn!Reader

masterlist

wc: 1841

contains: angst without comfort, regret and death of reader.

"I know, I know, I know." Kylo shook his head abruptly. He was holding himself on a thin line not to cry again. Not this time again.

You were once again crapping onto his head. Using the force to access him. Calling him. Pleading for him to come home.

Being reasonable. In times of war, how come she still wants Ben instead of Kylo? He couldn't understand you.

"Ben, please!" You cried out. He saw you putting both hands on your head. Your eyes were red, and your voice was a trembling mess. Your tone was low and hurt; you were not asking anymore but begging.

"You're not..." You shrugged and bit your lower lip. No. You shook your head. You take a step backwards, like he was there, at whatever place you are now. Some droplets of tears fell down from your eyes after the movement. "You're not that..." You pointed your chin at him, your voice cracking.

"Come back, Ben, please..." You let a hiccup out of your mouth. You quickly put a palm over your lips, but it was too late. The cracked creaking sound had already echoed around.

"Stop it, please... we can find a way." You put both hands together and then raised one in his direction.

"We had always found a way," you stared deep into his eyes.

"We can find a way again," you begged.

Fuck.

He closed his eyes, avoiding your gaze.

It was the same glance you sent years ago, when you both were still kids. When the world was good. When he had hope. When he knew the meaning of freedom.

We were just friends then.

Sometimes he thinks about what would have happened if he were in deep sleep.

Looking back, he doubted Luke was going to kill him. The flick of his eyes that night. He was scared, and his uncle was regretful.

If he hadn't woken up.

He would have woken up to another day.

You would still be there by his side.

Things would be different.

Things would be simple.

Freedom (finally), finally

Deep in my body

He would meet true peace. Perhaps he would even abandon his training and have a simple life with you.

He could get used to that.

You by his side.

Forever.

Soft mornings, tender kisses

Things would be different.

He could hold you. He could cradle your face every day.

Things would be simple.

He could love you more.

Now, that thought leaves him mad.

Sucking all the life out of him

And right now, he was obligated to stare at you, broken in front of him, begging him to come back. What a tragic end for both of you.

Being here causes you pain.

He watched you changing weight from side to side. Unsure about taking another step backwards or walking towards him.

You were never like this with him before.

You used to say, 'I love you.'

Now you always end up showing up at all the wrong times.

If things could be different, he tried not to close his eyes and think about that.

You stayed still.

He didn't have time for that. He needs to go to the lower floor. He needs to interrogate the new prisoner. He has duties to fulfil.

But now you were here in front of him. Crying once again. He felt all his strength disappearing.

He shook his head violently again. That vision of you like this is breaking his heart. He wanted to never see you again.

He needs to make you go away.

You look directly at his eyes. You saw his mask cracking, his eyes wanting to ask for it, the ego holding him back, and the fear stopping him from coming back to you. You were breaking his barriers. He was breaking just like you.

That's your moment to make him come back.

"Ben..." you cried again. It's now or never, you thought.

You fell on your knees. Your face lifting towards him,

He closed his eyes fiercely and blinked them open with a painful expression.

Your semblance was bereaved. You have been, indeed, broken since that tragic day. A part of you went away with him.

Your heavy breathing filled his room. He felt like you were here with him. He watched you, your sunken eyes showing exhaustion, your thick gasps and your trembling body. He wanted to fall apart right here with you. To hug and shield you from your pain. But he was part of your suffering.

And he didn't know if he still had time to redeem.

Kylo wanted to scream through that First Order ship that he hates what he did, that he wants to come back home. He wants to have you again. If only Kylo had a time machine, if he wasn't so impulsive.

You both wouldn't be suffering so much, and he wouldn't have made so many mistakes.

He wants to hold what he once had.

I could be a hero, he thought.

He could be like his mum or father... he could be like Luke... he could be like you.

Will you be my life spout? He craves to ask you.

Kylo could give Luke another chance.

He could restart with his parents.

He could say 'I love you' to you one more time.

Different

Always say 'I love you.'

I feel I say it in vain.

"Please, Ben," you cried out again.

After another trembling sniffle, you continued, "We will help you. Just say so... please..."

I wish you had told me, it would be different.

He shook his head and heightened his chin, avoiding your eyes.

"I'm stronger now!" he shouted.

You elevated your shoulder and contorted your face.

"Please..." you let out a sob. "You're everything that's left for me since Leia died... please, Ben... I cannot continue this fight alone." You lowered your head, your tone almost disappearing. Your voice betraying you. You cannot help the Resistance without him. You felt isolated… Plus, every single day, it seems you are losing even more.

Family, friends, happiness… will to live.

"We're not on the same side!" He punched the table behind him. The same one his helmet was resting over. Kylo stepped forward with a thud.

"You made your choice." He pointed his finger at you. "I made mine!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

You winced in return, closing your eyes with pain.

His words hurt more than knives.

You opened your trembling lips, but he shouted out once more, interrupting you.

"I wish I had never met you," he spun around on his toes.

"I fucking hate you, Yn!" He flailed his arms, and a single tear fell from your left eye. "You and your weak behaviour!" he stepped forward. "I HATE YOU."

His tone reverberated through the room you were in. The cold walls did nothing but rebound the sound. And at the back of your mind you hear the jingle of keys. You winced with sadness. The physical pain you could handle, but not the emotional pain that comes from his rejection.

You prefer to disappear.

The end wasn't so distant, was it?

Your entire body shivered with his tone.

"That's a shame, Ben..." you mumbled between your teeth while opening your lids slowly. You stared at him between your teary eyes.

He felt his heart ache.

"Because I had never stopped loving you, not even for a second." Another tear dropped before you disappeared. Like dust in the wind.

This time leaving a haunting feeling behind.

Haunting all the places I'm going

He felt an urge to fall on his knees too. For a moment Kylo lost his balance, and he used the table behind him as a support. He drew a deep breath with struggle, and his heart tightened more.

Kylo gasped. His eyes bristled with tears. The same ones he was holding all this time and more he hid deep inside.

He let it all.

His hands shook. And he raised one of his palms to rest over his chest.

He felt the same pain he felt the day his mother died. But when he closed his eyes, he saw you.

You were on the floor. A puddle of blood around you... it was coming from your heart. You had been shot.

The vision made Kylo open his eyes abruptly.

He knew the place you were.

It was one of the cells on the lower floor of the ship. One of the cells designated for prisoners aboard the Steadfast.

You were here.

This made him get his helmet fast and run towards the cells.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Someone had shot you down.

He felt that heaviness again. Your presence was disappearing. You were dying. No. You were already dead. If your presence was so thin, like silk, it could only mean you were not physical anymore. It was something light and distant.

That statement only brings more agony to him.

I could be a hero.

He arrived at the lower floor. Kylo ran as fast as he could. He saw the turmoil of stormtroopers in front of a cell.

"Everybody get out of here!" he shouts.

The soldiers step back. Though the mask hid it, all of them widened his eyes to see him without his helmet.

Kylo turned to the cell.

He let his mask fall onto the floor with horrorised eyes.

There you were.

Lying on the floor, you bore bruises on your wrists. He could still see the tear-streaked skin on your face, with a pool of blood forming beneath you.

"That's a shame... because I never stop loving you..."

You died right under his nose... and he did absolutely nothing...

I could be a hero.

In a different time or place

He remembered your early ages. You and him training together. Your eyes locking and the warm feeling of your hands brushing. The way the sun made your eyes shinier and brighter. The tender tone of your voice, the one you used only solemnly with him.

You were always so strong. Both of you were the greatest apprentices Luke had...

And now you're reduced to nothing but a cold body and a puddle of blood.

If he weren't so distracted. If he had accepted your help...

Fuck, if he had kept his childhood promise to always protect you... if Ben was stronger... perhaps he would have never become Kylo.

If things were different, he could have saved you.

You could be my saviour.

You could be by his side. He could still hold you...

If he were stronger, he wouldn't be sucking bloody deep into his body now. He wouldn't be so stiff and paralysed.

He wouldn't be slowly crouching down to get your dead body into his arms. And tears wouldn't be falling onto your frozen skin.

He wouldn't be so alone in this galaxy.

Maker, he would be so much different.

He could be a hero just like Luke in a different time or place.

He could have you still.

Theme song & music that inspired this story:

𝘟𝘰𝘹𝘰 & 𝘉𝘺𝘦𝘦𝘦!