It happens on a day that wasn’t supposed to be bad.
You weren’t supposed to break. Not today. Not in front of anyone.
But life doesn’t care about timing, and your chest feels too tight, your thoughts too loud, and suddenly you’re standing in the hallway outside the dorms with your hands shaking and your breath refusing to come out right.
You tell yourself you’ll get it together. Just a minute. Just a breath.
And then you hear him.
“Hey, Y/N! I was looking for—”
Kirishima stops mid‑sentence.
You don’t even look up, but you feel it — the way the air shifts, the way his voice softens instantly.
“...hey,” he says again, quieter this time. “What’s going on?”
You try to answer. You really do.
But the moment you open your mouth, everything you’ve been holding back crashes into you all at once — the fear, the pressure, the exhaustion, the ache you’ve been pretending wasn’t there.
Your vision blurs.
And before you can stop it, a sob slips out.
Just one.
But it’s enough.
Kirishima is in front of you in a heartbeat.
“Hey, hey— come here,” he murmurs, hands gentle on your shoulders, guiding you into his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
You don’t fight it. You can’t.
The moment he wraps his arms around you, you break completely — shaking, crying, trying to apologize through it.
“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to— I just—”
He shakes his head immediately, pulling you closer, one hand cradling the back of your head.
“Don’t apologize,” he whispers. “You don’t have to be strong right now.”
You cling to him, fingers curling into his shirt, and he holds you like he’s anchoring you to the earth.
His voice is low, steady, warm against your hair.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And he means it. You can feel it in the way he doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t try to fix it. Doesn’t tell you to calm down.
He just stays.
Strong. Solid. Safe.
Your breathing eventually slows, your sobs fading into small, shaky exhales. You’re still pressed against him, face buried in his chest, and he hasn’t loosened his hold even once.
“You okay?” he asks softly — not pushing, just checking.
You nod against him, embarrassed but calmer.
“Sorry,” you whisper again.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes warm and impossibly gentle.
“Y/n,” he says, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, “you never have to apologize for feeling things. Not with me.”
Your chest tightens in a different way this time — softer, warmer.
He smiles, that bright, earnest smile that always feels like sunlight.
“You’re allowed to fall apart,” he says. “And when you do? I’ll be right here to help you put the pieces back.”
You swallow hard.
“Kiri…”
He squeezes your hand.
“I’m here,” he repeats, voice steady as bedrock. “Always.”
Warnings: None, just good ol’ fluff and angst (happy ending)
Summary:
Today's the big day. Today you're finally going to marry your fiancé.
Note:
I am currently posting a few of my old works from Wattpad onto ao3, and now tumblr! Keep in mind that most of these are probably a couple of years old. And while they might make me cringe, as old writing tends to do, I don't think I'll ever rewrite any of them due to sheer laziness. I hope you enjoy reading these tho!
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The chime of the church bells startles you out of your thoughts. Today's the big day! Today you're finally going to marry your fiancé! After being engaged for more years than you can count, they agreed to picking a day and hosting a ceremony. The setting wasn't ideal. At first, you proposed a simple wedding with a few friends and family, but your fiancé insisted on something grander and more extravagant. So here you are, in a church, having a wedding with barely anyone you know on the guestlist --most of your friends had cancelled due to conflicting schedules.
Your fingers fidget, and it becomes increasingly difficult to not scrunch up the fabric of your wedding attire in your hands. Instead, you drum your fingers on the table in an anxious fit. A knock on your door sends a jolt through your heart, and you nearly fall off your seat. Rising from the chair, you hastily make your way to the door, hoping it's your fiance sneaking away to see you.
"How's it goin', Soon-to-be partner of F/n?" a familiar voice says, throwing your hopes into the dumpster. (F/n stands for your fiancé's name. Forgive me for the awkward term usage. It's very difficult to find a gender-neutral term for relationships/marriage.)
"Mondo?" You open the door to reveal a dressed up Mondo in his snazzy white biker outfit. He never wears those clothes unless it's a special occasion or he's kicking some ass. "You certainly look fetching today, Mondo," you snicker to yourself.
"Hey! Don't laugh at me! I was told that ya gotta wear white to a wedding," he grumbles, refusing to admit to his blunder. You stare at him, waiting for some sort of punchline, but this is Mondo we're talking about, and he rarely jokes around.
"Traditionally, wearing white is something the bride does. Not to say that other people can't wear white, but often it's the bride who has to wear white."
"Oh..."
"But honestly! You look great in white! It really, um, accentuates your manliness?" You grin and shoot him a couple of finger guns in an attempt to wipe the unamused frown that's starting to settle on his face. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"It's a miracle you're getting married, ya know that?" His words make you sputter, and you slap his shoulder half-heartedly.
"I know, I know. Someone like me settling down seems impossible-"
"No, dumbass. I'm talkin' 'bout how you're gettin' married after being engaged for so long. I thought I was gonna have to pummel some sense into that piece of shit." Mondo interrupts you to prevent any misunderstanding, flicking your forehead. You pout and ruffle his pompadour in retaliation. He clicks his tongue and tries to repair the damage while giving you a serious look. "Listen, ya gotta stop with that self depricatin' humour. It ain't funny, and it ain't true."
"It's my wedding day, and you're still going to badmouth my fiancé?" You try to steer the conversation away and ignore his last remark. He frowns at the change of subject but decides to drop it.
"I told ya since day one. I don't trust that snake. You told me that they slithered into someone else's bed while you were gone."
"That was different, Mondo! Our class was missing for two years; they thought I died!" You try to justify your fiancé's actions, choosing to believe in their love for you. Clearly, Mondo is annoyed at how blinded you are by your feelings.
"Ditch those fuckin' rose-tinted glasses, Y/n. It doesn't take a genius to see how shady it was when they asked you to marry 'em after not seein' you for two years! How long did it take for you to have this ceremony? How many times did you doubt whether you would actually get married to them?" He begins to poke holes in your beliefs. Turning your head away, you refuse to meet his eyes, not wanting to acknowledge the possibility you've been played. "Damn it, Y/n! Look at me! Look me in the fuckin' eyes and tell me that this is what you want! To get married to someone who continues to grow distant from you, who leaves you crying alone at 2 am! Cause it sure as hell ain't what I want for you."
You bite your lip, knowing that he's only trying to look out for you in his usual brash way. You hadn't noticed, but your knuckles had turned white from gripping your arms. Taking a shaky breath, you walk to the door and open it. "Please, I need to be alone right now."
"Y/n...."
"I know." He walks up to you, and you pat his arm. "I know you're only looking out for me... because I would do the same. But I really need to be alone right now, need to think for a bit and get my thoughts in order." You know how riled up the both of you get when a spat happens, so you decide it's for the best if you cool off before continuing the conversation. Mondo grimaces and nods his head.
"Well, ya better think hard. Cause there's somethin' important inside that head of yours that you're forgettin'."
"What do you mean? Is there something about my fiancé I'm supposed to recall?"
"No, it's not that. I would prefer if you forgot about the bastard entirely. Just... don't forget the celebration gift I gave ya. You did promise you'd wear it on your wedding day," he says bitterly, but he sees your confused expression and dismisses his words. "Nevermind, I'll be out near my hog if ya need me." He walks out the door, closing it behind him. The click of the door sends a wave of sadness to wash over you, leaving the room silent with only the periodic chimes of the church bells. Was this really what you wanted? Was it too much to expect your fiancé to still love you after going missing for two years? You begin to nervously chew on your nails, the glint of the engagement ring glimmering on your ring finger. Taking a brief pause, you slide the ring off your finger and stare at it intently. To disperse any feelings of doubt, you leave the room to search for your fiancé, hoping to strengthen your resolve over marriage.
Luckily for you, their dressing room is only down the hall. You quietly walk down the corridor, not wanting to attract any attention from the guests. Remembering that you also forgot your breakfast donut in their room when you were sneaking flowers for your fiancé, you make a mental note to eat it if your fiancé hasn't already found and ate it before you. You stop in front of the door. However, the door is slightly ajar. Out of curiosity, you decide to take a peek before knocking on the door, but to your horror, you see your fiancé kissing another person. Your fiancé is blocking the view of the other person, but things grow heated, and you watch as your fiancé hoists them up onto the table. You hold your breath. If they could just turn a little, you can catch a glimpse of the cheeky minx your fiancé is passionately making out with. They pull apart with giggles and lingering touches between them; it makes your heart feel queasy.
"We can't keep this up for long. The ceremony is in twenty minutes," a feminine voice says in a breathy tone. You freeze. There's something so familiar about that voice that it's unsettling.
"Darling, twenty minutes is all we need," your fiancé replies, launching an assault on the other party. Laughter erupts, and you feel your knees buckle. A strong pair of arms catch you before you hit the floor, turning you away from that horrid sight. You don't remember what happens next, only that you're picked up and carried outside to the hidden garden at the side of the church. Hands gripping the collar of a white trenchcoat, you numbly turn your head to see a familiar pompadour and those violet eyes that you've forgotten you adored.
".....Mondo?"
He turns to you, a furious expression on his face. "You saw nothin', ya got that? Wipe that disgusting memory from your mind!" His eyes soften when he notices that you're trembling. He tries to set you down on a bench, but you refuse to let him go, so he sighs and sits down with you in his arms. "Didn't I tell ya they're a real piece of shit?" You nod slowly, burying your face into his shoulder. He pats your back and says, "Look, if you wanna cry, I ain't gonna stop you. Let it all out so that we can go back inside and kick some ass."
You laugh, but your laughter turns into hiccuping, and your hiccuping turns into sobbing. Crying into his shoulder, Mondo strokes your back in comfort and waits for you to finish. "I was supposed to get married today," you sniffle.
"I know. At least you found out what kind of trash they really are."
"To think that they were cheating on me!"
"Yeah! how dare they!"
"On my wedding day!" you shout furiously.
"What a shitty person!" Mondo continues hyping you up.
"With my own mother!" you shriek.
"Ye-- wait, what?" He pauses in shock. "You're joking, right?" He looks at your tear-stained face, and his expression falls. "Oh shit, you're actually serious." Mondo ponders for a minute before mumbling, "I always knew they were a motherfucker." You gasp. Trying to laugh and a stuffy nose created the byproduct of a weird mating call that whales use. Mondo lets out a chuckle, the vibrations rumbling off his chest and sending tingles through your body.
"So much for getting married," you sigh, the disappointment clearly showing on your face.
"It's not like ya have to specifically marry them. Hell, you're sittin' on the lap of the hottest biker in the world." He tries to cheer you up, which works wonderfully as you giggle, the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile.
"You are wearing white... You can be my bride!" You chuckle, tears forming in your eyes at the thought of Mondo finding a veil big enough to cover his pompadour --or would he just cut a hole instead? Regardless, the image brought a blush to your cheeks.
"Fuck, you really have no idea what ya do to me." He gazes at you and brushes away some of your tears with his thumb. "C'mon, we got a wedding to crash and a fiancé to beat up!" He stands up, and you set your feet on the ground, taking his hand that he offered to you. You walk through the doors, and suddenly, a priest grabs your arm. You notice he's out of breath with sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Goodness me, child. Where have you been? Your fiancé and mother are worried sick. They couldn't find you anywhere. We must hurry; the ceremony is starting." The oblivious priest guides you to the grand double doors that lead to the alter. You frantically look behind you to see Mondo clenching his fists before storming outside. Disappointed, you let the priest guide you and begin walking down the aisle once the band starts playing the wedding march. You see your fiancé standing at the alter, but their eyes aren't focused on you; their eyes are focused on your mother. It feels nauseating to be the only person in the room who's aware of the adultery that was committed several minutes ago, which you don't even know when it started.
Reaching the alter, you feel relieved that you manage to maintain a neutral expression as your fiancé smiles at you and the vows are read.
"Do you, F/n, take Y/n as your wedded spouse, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
"Absolutely! I mean, I do," your fiancé stumbles, earning a few chuckles from the audience, but it left a foul taste in your mouth. The priest then reads the vows for you, and you take a deep breath before answering.
"I..." Your fiance gazes at you expectantly, but you notice their eyes shifting away from your face and glancing at the front row where your mother is seated.
"I absolutely do not!" You declare, shocking even the priest. Your mother quickly rises from her seat and tries to persuade you.
"Oh, Y/n. If it's cold feet you're having, don't worry! Marriage is great, and you love F/n." She tries to reassure you, but you brush her off.
"Why don't you marry them then! I saw you two practically fucking in the dressing room twenty minutes before the reception was supposed to start!" you shout at your mother. The crowd and even the priest gasps. Everyone is whispering amongst themselves, unsure of what's going on.
Your 'fiancé' butts in. "Now, Y/n. I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding. Are you sure that's what you saw?"
"I'm sure of what I saw. But maybe I should get my vision checked because I don't even know what I saw in you in the first place!"
Your fiancé feigns hurt and continues to remain ignorant in front of the many eyes watching them. "You can't just accuse me of something you have no proof of, Y/n. Honestly, I'm quite hurt that you think I would do something like that."
Your mother turns to calm down the audience when you notice a giant stain on the bottom of her dress.
"Boston cream..." you mumble.
"What? This isn't time to be thinking about food," your fiancé frowns.
"No! I left my donut in your room when I went to put flowers on your desk! I watched you and mother make out on top of the desk. That stain is proof that she was sitting on your desk! How else could she have gotten that distinct chocolate glaze and cream filling on her dress?!" Your fiancé flinches, and your mother swoops in to try and save them.
"I was checking the catering when a waiter ran into me."
"Bullshit," you retort.
"Y/n, it's really not a big deal. Why don't we continue with the ceremony? You won't meet another nice fiancé like F/n again."
"No! Marriage this and marriage that! It's always you insisting... that I get... married," you finish in a hushed tone. "I didn't survive the antics of a psychopathic bear for two years just to marry some trash I don't even like!" Your head throbs, and you bring a hand up to soothe the pain in your temple. "Holy shit," you mumble to yourself. "I-I never wanted this. Why did I agree to do this?" Furrowing your brows, you try to remember why you agreed to this engagement. You vaguely recall being engaged, but why wasn't it with F/n?
Your mother panics and grabs your hands. "I did this for your own good, Y/n. I couldn't have you marry a biker --a biker, Y/n!" She continues to ramble on, her eyes freaking you out. "We can share. It's no big deal. It was so lonely when you were gone, but F/n kept me company. We can keep each other company from now on." Her grip tightens to the point of it being painful, but you're unable to wriggle out of her iron hold over you. "Oh, you should have just eaten your donut like a good kid. If you had eaten it, none of this would have happened." You manage to wrench her hands off of you and shove her away. Your mother has clearly gone insane during the time you disappeared... has she been spiking your food?
You narrow your eyes at your ex-fiancé. "Were we ever dating?" You ask. Your memories are a jumbled mess currently, and you can no longer recall what happened when you came home after escaping Hope's Peak Academy.
"Only for a month or two before you went missing. I only dated you to get closer to your mom," they admit, to which you reply with a punch to their face. The audience cheers, and some even whistle, which makes you feel like a total badass. The sound of an engine revving catches everyone's attention, and a familiar figure comes blasting down the aisle on a motorcycle.
"Mondo!" You brighten up upon seeing him. With your back turned, you're unaware of the blow your ex-fiancé is about to deliver for that punch you gave them. A blur of white flashes past you and the shrieks of F/n echo in the room.
"You fucker!" You turn around to see Mondo lifting them up before smashing their face into the wedding cake that was conveniently placed near the altar. He dusts off his hands before confidently strutting towards you and carries you in his arms.
"Where have you been," you whisper, the blood rushing to your cheeks.
"Pickin' up some of your things. You're obviously movin' in with me after that shitshow." You notice that a duffel bag is sitting in the sidecar, presumably holding your belongings.
"You can't leave, Y/n! The ceremony isn't finished!" your mother wails, flinching when she sees your icy glare. Mondo sets you down on the bike before sitting in front of you. He kicks up the kickstand, and you flip your middle finger at your mother and her lover.
"Fuck both of you! I'm moving out!" you shout right before Mondo speeds out of the reception hall, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. You laugh and whoop in joy as the wind runs through your hair. Mondo glances back and smiles at your state of excitement. "Did you see the look on their faces?!"
"Yeah, the two of them looked 'bout ready to shit themselves. Ya did good, Y/n." You can feel the warmth radiating off his back as you tighten your hold around his waist. Suddenly, you remember the engagement ring on your finger. You had slipped it back on earlier, but now you have no use for it. You remove the jewel-encrusted band and watch the road. Once you pass by a bridge, you toss the ring. A finger on your right hand glimmers.
"Mondo, do you remember where I got this ring?" you ask, gazing intently at the purple gem in the center of the ring.
"Course I do. I was the one who gave it to ya." You knit your brows.
"Is this the present you gave to me to celebrate something?" When he doesn't respond, you crane your neck to catch a glimpse of his face, noticing that it's bright red.
"It was to celebrate our engagement," he finally answers.
You exclaim in surprise, "We're engaged?!"
He nods solemnly and begins to explain everything to you from his perspective. He recounts how the two of you fell in love at the academy, how he proposed when everyone escaped, how you started to ignore him the night after and suddenly became engaged to someone else. "The gang's gonna lose their shit when they see ya!" he happily states, rambling on about how everyone missed seeing you.
"What now?" you ask, still staring at the ring --which is now on your left ring finger.
"Well, you did promise me you'd wear it on your wedding day." He pulls up to his biker gang headquarters. The building is decorated crudely in flowers with a sloppy hand-painted banner of Mondo's name and yours. Tears well up in your eyes, and you try to blink them away.
"Did you plan for this to happen?"
"I sure as hell wasn't gonna let you marry anyone else but me," he huffs, stepping off the bike and extending his hand to you. "I was even ready to snatch ya away if things didn't go as planned."
"But who will officiate our wedding?"
"Of course, it's gotta be my bro, Taka. Who else? Man's so talented, he's gonna be my best bro and our officiant!" You laugh at his words, glad that his bromance with Taka is still going strong. "You're fuckin' beautiful when you laugh, ya know that?" He admires your crimson face and cheekily plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You'll look even better with Owada as your last name." He tugs your hand and leads you to the entrance. You walk through the door together and see all of your old classmates.
"Y/n!" they all shout happily. You grin, practically glowing from all the attention. Your friends cancelled going to the first wedding because they were busy attending your wedding with Mondo.
This is it, this is the wedding you wanted. A wedding surrounded by close friends in a place you cherish.
Mondo squeezes your hand. The two of you walk down the aisle together, where Taka is waiting with a dictionary in his hands. You eye the book and let out a small laugh.
"It was the best I could do on such short notice!" he says, profusely defending himself.
You stare lovingly at the man standing in front of you, his eyes glimmering like the gem on your ring.
Today's the big day; today you're finally going to marry your fiancé.
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End Note:
Holy shit, I re-read this and fell in love with it all over again. This is one of my all-time favourite works that I've written and I hope you guys love it even half as much as I do.
I noticed while skimming that I used Y/n in this work. I have come to personally prefer not using/reading it, so any current or future works I write will not have it. Although I know it can be a bit difficult in this regard because of wedding vows. I would like to add I will probably also try to avoid anything like f/n (friend's name), y/e/c (your eye colour). etc. Mostly for immersion reasons and my brain hates auto-filling in words.
This work is based on a prompt: "Twenty minutes before you are about to get married, you find your mother and your fiancé kissing passionately."
Warnings: Near death, knight being a knight, fighting, wounds.
Cathan instantly draws you in and hides you behind his back. He keeps a close eye on the monster. He softly grasps your arm.
"Stay still, gardenia," Cathan says quietly as he observes the creature. Every action, every step. "On the count of three, run," Cathan instructs you.
"But-" You start, but he offers you a soft look. He smiles reassuringly.
"I'll be your knight," Cathan promises. You nod slowly as he returns his gaze to the beast. "1… 2…" Cathan murmurs as you begin to back up. "3!" Cathan beckons, and you dash for it. The beast can be seen charging at him, but he immediately stops it. As you run, you can hear the fighting. You eventually come to a halt and pant. The fighting can be heard, and Cathan walks over. You rush over because he was slightly injured.
"Cathan! Are you okay?" You inquire with a bit of panic in your voice. You grab his face, and he gradually takes your hand in his. He gives you a gentle grin and a gentle look.
"I am now, gardenia... Did I worry you?" You nod as he asks softly. He chuckles as you feel tears well up in your eyes. He kisses the inside of your hand tenderly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you…" He whispers, and you start to cry a little more. He cups your face and leans in closer.
"Don't do that again." You reprimand him, and he nods. As you begin to carry him back to an infirmary, you tighten your grip on him. As he nods and softly reassures you, you reprimand him more and more. He also offers you the occasional hand kiss.
Zizhen! How could you finally get with him and not tell me! Now Jingyi's telling Sect Leader Jiang! - little-blind-a-qing
*blushes deeply* I... I would have told you earlier @little-blind-a-qing, but @mistress-jin-ling and I agreed to keep it to ourselves for a little while... And... Oh God. A-Qing, you have to protect me. I have NO idea how Sect Leader Jiang is going to react to that O_O
Their hands slip apart in the crowd, and though Dean knows Cas will be okay on his own - he knows where they agreed to meet up with Sam later and he might not be an angel anymore but he's still more or less a grown ass man - Dean still stops, letting the sea of people shift around him.
"Cas?" he calls out, loud over the rumble of the crowd. "Cas?!" he yells louder.
The people close to him turn to look. A man walking by gives Dean a hard shove on the shoulder, and if Dean wasn't so damn worried, he'd give a not-so-friendly shove right back.
Dean doesn't want to meet up with Cas later. He wants him here now. He wants to hold his hand and go through this stupid new polar bear exhibit together like they planned. He wants to watch Cas's eyes light up like a little kid when he sees the bears or if they are swimming or playing. Hell, Cas would probably enjoy watching them sleep.
Dean just wants Cas.
The crowd eventually dwindles around him, all the people herding into the exhibit. He glances up through the thinning people and sees Cas not five feet away, standing absolutely still and looking down. Dean runs to him, only breathing right again when he encircles Cas in his embrace and feels him exhale against his neck.
"You didn't go inside?" Cas whispers.
"Not without you," Dean says. With Cas here beside him, everything's right again. When even their heartbeats fall in sync, he steps away but he quickly grabs Cas's hand to maintain contact.
"You could have -"
"No," Dean says. "We said we're going together, and I mean it."
"Me, too," Cas says, smiling now.
They have to wait in line again for the earlier rush to clear, but when they finally see the polar bears and Dean sees Cas's eyes light up, well, the wait's totally worth it.
