Uncommon Readers

I’m just making this for readers you don’t normally see a lot of such as: male readers (trans and cis), non-binary readers, readers with chronic pain and other things, etc. BTW if you want to avoid any NS/FW stuff you can block the lemon, lime, grapefruit tags.

[not-like-other-readers]

Seteth X Mute!Reader

A/N; I don't see enough gay content for my liking in this fandom so I create my own. /j But in all seriousness this man is one of my favorite characters and since I can't romance him in game as anything but a woman I will make fanfic. Hope you enjoy this indulgance. Also sorry for taking so long I post when creativity hits and apparently not a moment before. /lh

Warning; This Y/N is heavily implied to be Byleth.

"Talk"

'Sign'

"Thoughts"

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You toss and turn on your bed, before sitting up with a sigh, "Doesn't seem like I'll be getting any sleep tonight." You then stand up deciding to go for a walk around the monestary.

You walk for a while before deciding to head to the church. You enter the saints' chapel and are surprised to see Seteth standing in front of the statues of Saint Cichol and Saint Cethleann. You walk up beside him and wave startling him.

"Ah Professor," he says with a heavy sigh, "What are you doing out so late?"

'I could ask you the same thing,' you snark, a small grin on your face.

Seteth rolls his eyes but doesn't answer his gaze returning to the statues.

You wave your hand and smile at Seteth when he turns back to you. 'Are you sure you're ok,' you ask concerned.

Seteth's mouth twitches at the corner before he answers, "I couldn't sleep, war always makes it hard to sleep."

You nod in understanding, placing your hand on Seteths's arm. You both stand there for a little while, before you lean your head onto Seteth's shoulder with a heavy sigh.

Seteth subconciously wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, before turning to you. "Do you need help getting back?" he asks, tapping your arm to make sure you're still awake.

You lazily lift your arm, your hand almost settling in a no, but you hesitate and sign yes instead. Seteth nods and the two of you start walking back together. You stumble a little on the stairs and Seteth catches you.

"Professor, you really should be more careful," he scolds.

You let out a faint chuckle at that, but are slightly flustered when he doesn't let you go. You try and push away but blush when he picks you up instead.

"Apologies Professor but I cannot let you stumble around in the dark," he says matter-of-factly as he starts walking again, "How could we explain you being injured in such a way?"

You cannot argue not even if you wanted to with your hands wrapped around his neck keeping yourself from falling. However the rocking of his steps soon begin to lull you into sleep.

You feel as he begins to lay you down but you cling to him. 'Stay,' you beg sleepily as he tries to pull away. You strain your eyes open slightly to look at him, and see him with a conflicted expression. He sighs, "Just until you are asleep." You smile softly up at him and cling as he lays down. A chuckle escapes him in surprise. He places a hand on your head and pets your hair softly.

You then perk up heaing him begin to speak. "I worry too, professor. I don't know what I-," he coughs sharply, "We would do, without you. If we were to lose you..."

The 'again' goes unspoken, but you know what he meant. You sigh, leaning back, and sign, 'I won't leave. Not if I can help it. The first time was an accident.'

"I know, but that only feeds my worries I'm afraid," he chuckles sadly as you sit up.

You don't like seeing his face like this, Seteth's normal stern expression turned into a sad and vulnerable one. You lean in, placing a hand on the side of his face.

He looks up at you with wide eyes and decide to act on impulse- you lean in and kiss him. He stiffens against you, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you. You try to pull back to gauge his reaction, only for him to pull you back in.

Finally, you pull back and look at his face. Your eyes widen as you meet his. Seteth's face is so open and you find yourself running your hand across it again.

"Y/N," he begins, startling you, as you try to remember if he has ever said your name before. "We-we should talk about this. However, tonight is...not the time. We shall talk tomorrow after the battle. For now we should rest."

You nod your head in agreement before pulling him down beside you. You give him one more kiss, before closing your eyes. You press your face against his chest, and the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep.

[not-like-other-readers]

Shorter Wong X Reader

A/N; I will confess this is a bit self indulgent. Shorter is my boy and I don’t see enough love for him. Nor enough x readers for him so I decided to do it myself. Also sorry for the long hiatus depression is a b!tch. I’ll try harder but I can’t promise to be as consistent as I would like. In fact this likely will just be a thing I update every now and again but I will still take requests if anyone wants a story. Idk if Shorter actually speaks Chinese or not but I like to headcanon he does so :p. There is some Chinese in this Shorter will translate it at the end and I want you all to feel the way the character feels.

Warning; This will involve minor drug use, mentions of violence, suggested s3xu4l content, major and minor character death, and mention of afterlife.

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You were sitting in the living room of you and Shorter’s apartment when the door opened. You looked up, intending to greet your boyfriend, when you noticed the state he was in. You stood, walked over to him, and helped him in. As you helped him sit down, you noticed the blood on his shirt. “What happened?” you asked as you walked over to the cabinet to get the med kit. 

“Lotta bullshit,” he spat and looked away as you sat back down beside him. You looked at him but didn’t press as he took off his hoodie and shirt, letting you see the damage. He sighed as you pulled out the tweezers to clear some rocks from the scrapes on his arms. “We lost a guy today,” he said quietly as you worked. 

‘Ah, so that’s why you came in that upset,’ you thought to yourself not wanting to say it out loud and upset him further. You returned the tools to the kit, and went to put it away when Shorter grabbed your arm, pulling you into his lap. He clung to you tightly and buried his face in your chest. 

“Y/N,” he muttered softly, “Y/N.”  You smiled sadly as you wrapped your arms around his head and ran your hands through his hair. You kissed the top of his head softly when you heard him sniffle quietly. He leaned back and pulled your head down into a kiss. You shifted your position to straddle his lap as he lowered his hands to your hips, pulling you against him. 

“Careful,” you warned, pulling away after a rough squeeze, “I don’t want you hurting yourself worse and getting sick from an infection.” 

“You worry too much, 心肝,” he said with a laugh, pulling you back in for a kiss. You laughed against his lips and pulled back.

“Are you ever going to tell me what that means, babe?” you asked with a smirk. He just gave a crooked grin and kissed you again. 

“One day,” he stage whispered with a wink, as he repositioned the both of you and climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply. 

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You breath in a breath of smoke with a smile at the memory. ‘Still can’t believe it’s been a few weeks since he ran off with Ash,’ you think to yourself, slightly worried. You take a final puff of the joint before putting it out in the ashtray and standing up. “I’m just being ridiculous- it’s not the first time he’s ran off like this. He’ll be back. He always is,” you say exhaling the smoke. You turn off the light and lay back down on the bed with a yawn. You have a bad feeling, but you shake it off, rolling onto your side and closing your eyes. 

You open your eyes and your purple haired boyfriend standing above you with his usual crooked grin on his face. 

“Hey there,” he says sitting down beside you. You sit up and hug him with a kiss. 

“Where have you been?” you ask as you pull away from the kiss, tilting your head. He smiles at you and places his forehead against yours and nuzzles his nose against yours.

“Quite a few places,” he says with a smile before it fades. “I can’t stay too long tho’,” he says looking away. 

“Why,” you ask, “Did something bad happen with Golzine?” He flinches at that and rubs at his chest. That’s when you notice the hole through his chest. You reach towards it, but he stops you, smiling sadly. “What happened,” you ask, your voice breaking slightly.

“A lot,” he says, “but please, when you find out, please...don’t blame Ash. He didn’t have any other choice.” He holds your hand to his chest away from the wound. You feel your eyes sting with tears. 

“Please,” you beg, trying to keep from crying, “please don’t leave me, Shorter.” He only smiles sadly at you and kisses you again. 

“Don’t worry,” he says as he pulls away, “we’ll meet again, 心肝.” He tries for a crooked grin. “Damn,” he chuckles, “I thought I’d have more time to tease you with it before I had to tell you the meaning.” You look up at him curiously but also heartbroken. “Well it literally means heart and liver,” he jokes quietly, before smiling at you, “but it means I can’t live without you similar to calling you my heart and soul, ya’ know?” You feel the tears streaming down your cheeks as you lower your head. He pulls you close to him and kisses at the tears on your face. “Now, now,” he jokingly scolds, “Just because I’m gone doesn’t mean you get to mope. Get out there find someone new- I mean with your looks I’m surprised you stuck with me.” 

“Please, with your best friend I’m surprised you stuck with me,” you counter, trying to keep a cheerful attitude. 

“There’s my spitfire,” he laughs loudly, “As if I’d choose someone else over you. 我只属于你*.” You smile then your eyes widen as he begins to fade. “Uh oh looks like time’s up.” You try to reach out for him but your hand goes through him. The last thing you hear before your eyes open is, “我永远不会忘记你.”

You bolt up in bed breathing heavily. You sniffle, wiping your eyes, and stand. You figure you’ll run and grab breakfast somewhere. You get ready and head out the door. As you walk the streets, you run into Sing. You call out to him as you notice him, causing him to stop and turn your way. “Hey, have you heard anything about Shorter?” you ask, hoping for something to prove your dream wrong. But, the look in the teenager’s eyes only confirms your fears. “Ah..” you mutter to yourself, looking down. You two have a small conversation exchanging condolences and such, before he mentions needing to leave. You call out to him, right before he walks off: “Hey Sing- what does, 我永远不会忘记你, mean?”

He raises an eyebrow, confused, but answers. “Uh.. I think it means something like ‘I’ll never forget you.’” 

You freeze, then plaster on a thankful smile before he walks away. You look down at the ground a longing smile on your face. “I’ll never forget you either, Shorter,” you promise to the wind, “I’ll love you forever.”

*Translation: I only belong to you (a way of saying I love you)

[not-like-other-readers]

Kidnapper!Reader X Bakugo

A/N; Sorry for being gone for so long quarantine has made my depression a bitch but here I am coming back with this baby. I have a lot of issues and this is for all y’all who have em too. These are gonna be some of the darker things I am willing to write and with all of these you will have to choose to read it. Also in this Bakugo is ABSOLUTELY aged up in this. 

Warnings; This will have very dark topics such as non-con, kidnapping, restraints, swearing (I mean its Bakugo), begging and crying. I do not recommend reading this if these things can be triggering to you.

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Bakugo sits up, looking around, his breathing quickens as he realizes that the room is unfamiliar. “Shit,” he says trying to calm himself, “so it wasn’t a bad dream after all.” 

The door opens as you walk in, looking him over. “Well, well, well, what have we here,” you ask rhetorically. 

“What the fuck do you want from me,” he asks, standing from the bed. 

“I think you know exactly what I want, Kaaaa-chan,” you say as you walk towards him.

“Keep away from me,” he growls, his quirk sparking in his hands. 

“Oh, you wound me,” you say sarcastically and continue to walk closer. 

He throws one of his hands forward, his quirk going off. He tries to run, only to feel your hand stop him. When he looks back it didn’t look like he had even hit you. “What,” he asks himself. “How?” 

“Oh, what, did you do something,” you ask with a grin. 

He walks backwards into a wall, his eyes widening. “No,” he whispers faintly, “no fucking way.” 

You walk towards him and pin him against the wall. You push your leg in between his, forcing them apart. 

He sets off his quirk again, trying to hurt you. “Get off me- What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” he yells, his breathing quickening.

“Just taking what I want,” you chuckle as his breathing speeds up even more. You run one of your hands along the side of his face, causing him to flinch. 

“D-don’t touch me,” he tries to move away but you stop him by moving your leg up against his crotch.

“Don’t move,” you growl as you push harder against him. 

He hisses sharply at the feeling as you grind your leg against his crotch again, pushing yourself forward and kiss him. He makes a sound of protest, trying to speak, you take advantage of that to slip your tongue in. His eyes widen a little tears beginning to form.

You grind your hips against Bakugo as you release his hands and pin him by his hips.

“Stop,” he says, his voice rough with unshed tears as he tries to push you away, using his quirk but it doing no damage, “I don’t-I don’t. Please stop.”

You chuckle against his ear and bite at it as you begin to kiss down his neck, grinding against him again. “If you don’t want it, why are you starting to get hard then,” you ask, taking one of your hands and cupping at the tent forming in his pants.

“Stop,” he faintly whines as he tries to wriggle out of your grasp but it only results in you holding him tighter. 

You move your hand unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. You begin to move your hand along the length of it and tease the tip. 

He chokes back a sob as you kneel down and take his cock in your mouth. “Fuck,” he chokes out roughly as he tries to push you away again. 

You pull away and push him onto the bed pulling somethings out from the drawer. 

“What is that? Keep that away from me, dammit,” he says, scooting back before being stopped by the back board.

“Now, now, Kaa-chan, you just need to relax. That will make this so much easier,” you say, lubing up the toy as you yank his pants and boxers down. 

“Get away from me you crazy bitch,” he yells, trying to move away. 

You pin him down again and begin to push the toy inside of him, before sitting him up and straddling him. 

“No, no, please don’t do this,” he says as you guide his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t do what? This,” you ask sarcastically as you push yourself down onto his cock and force him down onto the toy. 

He chokes on a loud cry at the sudden feeling, but doesn’t get a chance to adjust before you start moving. He tries to push you off of him but that just results in the toy being pushed into him. “Stop, stop...I don’t...gah” he is cut off when you move your hips roughly. 

“Oh what was that,” you ask as you begin to speed up your pace, “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you panting like a bitch.” 

He grabs your hips, trying to hold you still and setting off his quirk. “Fu-gah, I don’t like this, your delusion-gah,” he says, getting cut off in places because of the feeling.

“I never said you were,” you say with a grin, “so why are you denying it so much?” 

He attempts to growl at you in irritation, but you suddenly slam your hips down on him, forcing him down roughly, and he cries out. 

You move roughly as you feel him begin to writhe underneath you. 

“You...you have to stop, I’m gonna- fuck...no, no I won’t, you can’t make me,” he says, trying to keep from crying out. 

“You won’t what,” you ask, riding him faster, feeling your climax nearing, “Cum? Oh, you will. I know you will.” 

“No, no I-gah,” he chokes as he orgasms inside of you and you cum as well. 

“Oh, what was that, Kaa-chan,” you drawl, “I thought you said you weren’t going to, but it seems like you made an awful mess.” You then stand up. “Ah, I know, why don’t we watch some TV while I get us cleaned up,” you say, turning on the TV as you go to get towels. 

“Pro-Hero Ground Zero still missing but his husband and partner, the number one hero Deku, is still on the lookout,” the announcer says.

“I will find him and bring the one who took him to justice. So if you’re hearing this,” Deku says, coming on screen, “I’ll save you, Kaa-chan.”

Bakugo flinches at that and the TV turns off.

[not-like-other-readers]

KiriBaku X Injured!Reader

A/N: So this is for my cousin who got themself injured and since it was sort of my fault so this is an apology.

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You walk outside, squinting in the dark to see better as you step down the stairs of your house. You take another step and feel your foot slip out from under you. “Fuck!” you exclaim as you land on the side of it and roll the rest of the way down. You then try to stand and hiss in pain, collapsing. You then hear the door open and when you look up you see a flash of red hair as one of your boyfriends come down the stairs and kneel next to you. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks looking you over for any serious wounds. 

“I’m fine, Kiri,” you say, trying to keep him from worrying as you try to stand again. “Or maybe not,” you say with a hiss, as pain shoots through your foot again. You then yelp in shock and slight pain from the sudden movement as Kirishima picks you up in his arms. “Eijiro Kirishima,” you yell embarrassed at the suddenness of it, “what are you doing?!” 

“Helping you,” he chirps as he carries you into the house, “You’re hurt- I’m not making you walk.” 

“What the fuck is going on, shitty hair,” your other boyfriend, asks as Kirishima walks into the living room with you and sits you down on the couch.

“Y/N got themself hurt and I wasn’t about to make them walk back in here,” Kirishima says, as he heads to the kitchen to grab some an ice pack. 

“They what,” Bakugo demands, looking over at you. 

You look away, scrunching your face in embarrassment. “It’s not that bad, I just hurt my foot a little,” you say, trying to convince yourself as well as him. You notice him open his mouth to say something before Kirishima comes back in with the ice pack and lays it on your foot with you hissing loudly in pain that the pressure caused. 

“I’m gonna go grab some painkillers,” Kirishima says, standing and walking out of the room again. 

“So it’s not that bad?” Bakugo chides, raising an eyebrow as you refuse to look at him. He then huffs, as he stands up with a pillow and places it under your foot. “Dumbass,” he mutters, “You don’t have to lie to us.” He then kisses you on the forehead before sitting next to you. 

“Aww, that’s cute,” Kirishima says, as he comes back in with the painkillers, and hands you a couple and a bottle of water.  

“Fuck off, shitty hair,” Bakugo says, looking up at him with a glare and a faint blush on his cheeks.

Kirishima chuckles as he goes to sit on the other side of you before perking up and asking, “Do you want any snacks or anything? I can grab it.” You shake your head, and he sits down next to you. He checks in every now and again, making sure that you aren’t in too much pain or if you need anything.

As time passes and the painkillers make the pain fainter, you feel yourself dozing off. You look over at Bakugo and see that he’s fallen asleep, his head leaning back. You decide to lean your head against him as your eyes get heavier.

“We should get you to the bed if you’re about to fall asleep,” Kirishima says. 

You shake your head, cuddling into Bakugo as much as you can with out moving your legs. “Mmmm no, too shleepy,” you murmur into Bakugo. 

“I know you’re tired but you’ll regret it in the morning if you fall asleep out here,” Kirishima says, trying to get you up. 

“Mmmm no,” you say clinging to Bakugo’s arm. 

Kirishima smiles sleepily at you as he tries again only for you to squeeze Bakugo even tighter. He shakes his head with a soft chuckle as he sits back down deciding to wait for you to fall asleep before carrying you to the bed. He yawns nearly falling asleep before you do. Once you do he picks you up and places you in bed gently before going and getting Bakugo doing the same for him. He then stretches with a long yawn and turns off the light before climbing into the bed with the both of you. With a soft kiss to both of your heads he falls asleep himself. 

--The Next Morning--

You wake up with a yelp as Bakugo rolls over onto your bad foot. You then push him roughly off the bed and go to cuddle against Kirishima before a sharp pain shoots through your foot from moving. 

“What the fuck was that for?!” Bakugo yells pushing any thoughts of sleep out of your mind.

“You were on my bad foot asshole,” you yell back, the pain making you slightly short at him. 

“Can you two please quiet down,” Kirishima says softly, “I’m trying to sleep.” 

“Lucky you,” you pout as Bakugo stands up and walks toward the door. “Where you going?” you ask.

“Gonna get you some more painkillers, then maybe we can fall back asleep,” he says opening the door. 

You roll your eyes as you lean back against the pillow with a slight hiss. You then smile softly, happy that they both care- even though Bakugo can be a bit of a dick about it at times. 

[not-like-other-readers]

Hawks X Chronic Pain!Reader

Y/N-Your Name

A/N: The reader in this story is heavily based off of me. Everyone deals with pain differently and I’m not saying that this is the only way it’s done. Anyways on with the story. 

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 You wake up, stretching your body out fully on the empty bed, before flinching slightly at the pain and curling back up. You yawn as you pick up your phone and see a text from your boyfriend. You smile, sending a reply before rolling over to your other side and sitting up. Your breath hitches as you move your legs to hang off the side of the bed. You take a deep breath and push yourself up and off of the bed. Every inch of your body is screaming at you to lay back down. You want to, but the only food you have in the room is nothing more than snacks. “It’s not that bad,” you mutter to yourself, “I’m standing, so I can make something.” 

 You slowly make your way to the kitchen. When you get there, you support yourself on the island, slowly making your way to a stool and sitting down. You rest for a little while, berating yourself about having to sit after only a few steps. You then stand back up and make your way over to the fridge, opening it. You see some of the leftovers from last night. You pull those out and place them in the microwave. As they’re heating you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and pull it out. You smile at another text from your boyfriend as the microwave goes off. You pull the food out and sit down again. You answer his text, noticing the time. It’s already around one. You think about making him something as you eat. 

 You swallow your last bite as you’ve figured out what to make. You chuckle to yourself at the irony of your boyfriend’s favorite food as you place your plate into the dishwasher. Heading over to the fridge again, you open the freezer and pull out some frozen chicken wings. You lean down pulling out the cookie sheet and putting a piece of parchment paper on it, you place the chicken wings on it and preheat the oven. The oven preheats fairly quickly and you place the sheet in, setting the timer. You choose to stand closer to the oven rather than move a chair over or go over to where the chairs were. 

 You begin to feel your legs beginning to buckle as the time goes on, so you decide to sit down. The timer goes off and you get up as quickly as you can, which despite your intentions isn’t very fast. You slip your phone back into your pocket as you stand and walk over. Pulling the wings out of the oven you place them on top of the stove, letting them cool. You then lean heavily against the counter. Your legs feel weak. You hiss at the pain as you attempt to drag yourself over to a chair. You don’t make it. Your legs give out, as you slide to the ground. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, trying to stand back up. When that fails, you stay put, leaning back against the island. 

 Your phone buzzes in your pocket after a little while and you pull it out. It’s another text from your boyfriend. You think about letting him know about what’s going on, before shaking your head. “He has better things to do than to just help me around,” you whisper to yourself, “I got myself into this- I can get myself out.” Looking at the text he sent- seeing that it said he would be home at around 3- you check the time. Seeing that it’s a little after 2, you figure you should be able to get yourself back up by then and start trying to force yourself back up.

 You finally manage to get yourself up as you hear the door open. You look over at the time and see that it’s nearly three. You cuss under your breath, irritated that it took you so long.

 “Hey babe,” you hear Hawks call out.

 “In here,” you call out, trying to look casual as you lean against the island. Your boyfriend walks in and smiles brightly at you. “I made your favorite,” you say, as you make it over to a chair and gesture to the stove. He smirks at you as he goes to grab a plate. 

“You’re the best, Y/N,” he says as he takes a bite of the wings. You smile at him as he comes over and kisses you. 

“Ew,” you tease. “Chicken breath.”

“Oh I’ll show you chicken breath,” he says, kissing you again. He pulls you closer, nearly pulling you off the chair. You move your leg to balance yourself, only to hiss at the pain of putting weight on it. Hawks moves back with a worried look on his face. “Y/N, what was that,” he asks.

“It’s fine,” you say, turning your head and trying to wave him off. 

“That didn’t sound like fine to me, Y/N,” he says, turning your head back towards him. When you try to turn away again, he sighs and asks, “1 to 10?” 

You look away and whisper under your breath, “Nine”

He sighs heavily in frustration as he looks at you. “Then why are you out of bed right now?” he asks in a frustrated worry. 

“It wasn’t that bad earlier,” you mutter. “I was able to stand, I just over did it.” Hawks sighs again before he picks you up in his arms causing you to yelp in shock. “K-Keigo what are you doing?!” you exclaim.

“I’m getting you to the bed, and then I’m going to come back and get my chicken wings and we are going to spend the rest of the day right there, you stubborn fuck,” he says, carrying you to the room. He places you down gently on the bed, pulling up the covers around you, before he walks out and comes back with his plate of chicken wings. He picks up a towel from his nightstand and places it over his lap before he sets his plate down.

You roll your eyes with a grin before grabbing some of the chips from your nightstand and eat them with him as you turn on the TV. “Anime sound good babe?” you ask Hawks, looking over at him.

He nods with a mouthful of chicken as you turn back to the screen and pick a show. You then lean back and into Hawks arms, resting your head on his chest. 

During a episode break your boyfriend asks, “Hey, I don’t have to go in ‘til the afternoon tomorrow- wanna take a soak in the bath tonight and maybe get some breakfast in bed? Made by yours truly.” 

You chuckle and nod, content as you feel your eyes begin to close. 

“But for now, a nap for the overachiever,” he says with a soft chuckle, and a kiss to your head. You feel yourself drift off to the sound of the anime and his breathing. You feel a faint smile on your face as he kisses your head one last time before you finally drift into sleep.