pairing - Zuko x Male reader You can never have a bland, non teasing, moment with your husband.
The training courtyard was already warm under the late afternoon sun, heat clinging to the stone like it had something to prove. Flames flickered and snapped in the air as Zuko moved through his forms, precise, controlled, every motion deliberate. Even now, as Fire Lord, he trained like he had something to chase, something just out of reach.
You leaned lazily against one of the pillars at first, arms crossed, watching him with a quiet smile that slowly turned into something more amused. He was focused, too focused, and that made him an easy target.
“Your stance is off,” you called casually.
Zuko didn’t even turn. “It’s not.”
“It is,” you replied, pushing off the pillar and walking toward him. “You’re overcompensating on your left side.” That got his attention. His movements slowed, flames dying down as he turned his head slightly. “I’m not overcompensating.”
You circled him slowly, eyes dragging over every detail of his posture in a way that was just a little too deliberate to be purely observational. “You are,” you murmured, stepping closer, closer than necessary. “Here…”
You reached out, placing a hand on his waist to adjust him. It was subtle, but the moment your fingers brushed against him, you felt it—the tension. Not from training.
From you.
Zuko inhaled sharply, just enough to give himself away.
“There,” you said softly, though your voice had shifted—warmer, teasing. “Better.” He cleared his throat, straightening a little too stiffly. “Thank you.” You didn’t step away, instead, you leaned in slightly, your shoulder brushing his arm. “You’re distracted today,” you added, tone almost innocent.
“I’m not distracted,” he insisted, but his next movement proved otherwise. He attempted to resume his form, flames igniting again—only for them to sputter unevenly as his foot slipped half an inch out of place.
You raised a brow. “Really?”
Zuko exhaled through his nose, visibly trying to center himself. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” you asked, clearly enjoying this. He shot you a look, sharp, but not nearly as intimidating as he probably intended. “You know what.” You hummed thoughtfully, stepping in front of him now, forcing him to stop again. “I don’t think I do.”
His jaw tightened, but there was a faint flush creeping across his cheeks now, spreading just enough to betray him. “You’re distracting me.” You smiled, slow and knowing. “I thought you said you weren’t distracted.”
Zuko opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly realizing he’d walked right into that one. His grip tightened slightly as he tried to reset, lifting his arms again to continue—but you stepped closer again, deliberately invading his space.
“Maybe,” you said quietly, “you just need better focus.”
Your hand found his again, guiding his movement this time—but your fingers lingered, tracing just slightly along his wrist before letting go.
The flame he summoned flickered wildly, Zuko groaned under his breath, dropping his stance entirely. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Of course I am,” you said easily.
He turned to face you fully now, frustration written all over his face—but it was softened by the warmth in his eyes, the kind that only ever showed around you. “Why?”
You tilted your head, pretending to think about it. “Because it’s fun.”
“That’s not a good reason.” he rolled his eyes “It is for me.” He huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m trying to train.” Stepping closer again, you whispered as you rubbed a thumb or his cheek, “You’re also getting flustered over nothing love.”
“I am not—”
“You are,” you cut in softly, smiling up at him. “You always do.”
There was a pause.
Zuko’s expression shifted, the frustration easing just slightly as he looked at you, really looked at you. “You’ve been doing this since we were kids.”
“And it’s worked every time,” you pointed out.
“…Yes,” he admitted reluctantly.
Your smile softened, teasing fading into something warmer. “You’re still amazing, you know. Flustered or not.”
That seemed to catch him off guard more than anything else. The tension in his shoulders eased, just a little, and the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“…You’re impossible,” he muttered.
You leaned in, brushing a quick, affectionate kiss against his cheek before stepping back just enough to give him space again. “And yet you married me.”
Zuko exhaled, shaking his head—but now there was no hiding the small smile on his face. “Again,” he said, resetting his stance. You raised a brow. “You sure you can handle it this time?” He glanced at you, determination flickering in his eyes. “I’ll manage.”
You smirked, folding your arms as you stepped back. “We’ll see.”
This time, when he moved, the flames were steady again, but you didn’t miss the way his focus wavered for just a second when you shifted slightly in his peripheral vision.
And honestly?
You had no intention of making it any easier for him.
sooo i haven't written or posted a fic in probably over a decade. i have no idea how this is going to go. this may be my only post because i'm not sure i'll write something else and post it but idk.
this was originally an oc x cannon but i edited it to make it a reader insert the best i could. sorry if things are vague. writing some details makes me uncomfortable for some reason. im just trying to contribute to the lack of male reader fics as someone who reads loads of them.
bottom Leon because i said so. everyone cheer for old man yaoi.
Peace and quiet was such a rare occasion for a DSO agent. At every turn there was always some kind of infection spreading about. Fighting bioweapons at every turn. It's just a never ending cycle. Even so, there are moments of settling down, resting if you could, and taking time off for once. This was the case for both [Name] and Leon. They both worked tirelessly at what they did.
When [Name] was in the BSAA, Leon didn't see him as much. He took on different missions across the world. A lot of the times accompanied by Chris. Then [Name] moved to the DSO. Not a lot changed besides seeing one another at work more often. It was more common for their missions to line up. Sometimes they were even assigned as partners. When they did work together, though, they were strictly professional. No one would have ever known that they were married of all things.
Now they both had time to themselves. Schedules lined up to where they simultaneously had time off from saving the world. [Name] always took advantage of breaks, no matter how short they were sometimes. Leon struggled to settle down.
They shared an apartment together. It wasn't anything special given they moved constantly because of work.
After the events of Raccoon City, they felt like they could finally breath a little. Leon was cured because of Elpis. This plagued both of them for some time now. Him being better was a turning point. Mainly because of their intimate life together. Leon steered clear of getting too close. He didn't need [Name] seeing him like that. They even had a period of time where they would sleep in different rooms just incase it was at all contagious. It was borderline torture. Now it was finally over.
It was late on the evening that [Name] and Leon had gotten back from their trip to Raccoon City. They entered their shared apartment one at a time and took their shoes off by the door. There was comfortable silence in the contentment of finally being back in a safe space. They could breath without worrying about someone in danger.
[Name] offered a hand to Leon to help hold one of the guns he was holding so he could take his shoes off. The DSO had an assortment of government weapons, but a couple of the ones they used were their own. They were kept in a specific closet in the apartment. [Name] carried them down the hall as Leon went to start his shower. He organized them all just how they were before every mission. He'd worry about cleaning them tomorrow, or, in reality, whenever either of them felt like it. They both were broken down and exhausted.
The apartment only had one shower. It'd be convenient for them to share but it wasn't a very big shower and would be more awkward to move around in rather than romantic. [Name] took the time to open his computer while Leon showered. He went ahead and filed their mission report. The harsh light from the screen made his eyes burn slightly. He could still smell the mission off of his filthy clothes. He hadn't even realized his tactical vest was still on. Pausing his fingers from the keyboard, he stood up and rid himself of the vest. He layed it out on the floor just infront of the closet door that had his and Leon's firearms. When he sat back down he realized just how constricted he felt with it on.
Leon eventually emerged from the bathroom. He wore a pair of black sweatpants that hung just low enough to see the top half of the brand name to his boxers. He was comfortably shirtless for the first time in what felt like forever. [Name] looked up from his computer as Leon entered.
"Look at you." There was a sly tone in [Name]'s voice. It's been awhile since Leon's skin was clear of those black bruises. Their was still scaring but nothing atrocious to look at. [Name]'s eyes trailed back down to the computer, trying to finish up the report as fast as he could. Leon sauntered over behind the other. He rested his chin on [Name]'s head as he looked at the report he was filling out. "How do you feel?"
"Fine." Leon's voice was quiet. "You stink."
"I know."
"Go shower."
"I'm almost fi-"
"I've got it." Leon was already lightly shoving [Name] out of the chair. [Name] didn't pick up much of a fight and grabbed some clean clothes before going off to clean up.
He halfheartedly finished the report, sending it off without really reading it over. They can just call in later if there are details missing. He closed the computer and walked across the room to the bed, flopping onto it with a huff. [Name] entered the room after his shower and snickered at the sight of Leon layed out on the mattress. He was now dressed in his own sleep wear. The clean clothes felt so soft against his skin.
"Don't laugh at me, old man." Leon spoke, his voice muffled by the sheets.
[Name] scoffed at being called old.
"How dare you?" It was all just playful commentary. A love language only they would understand.
No words left Leon as he rolled to his side to face the other man. His hand patted the bed beside him. Of course, [Name] crawled onto the bed and layed infront of Leon. They faced each other. [Name] admired the face that was once plagued by the T-virus infection. Leon ran a hand into [Name]'s graying hair. They were both just watching one another age as the years went by.
"50 is old." Leon dared to continue.
"Right. Like you won't be 50 next year."
"God, then I'll be an old man like you."
[Name] gave him a good punch to the gut. Even if it wasn't full power, it still took some air out of Leon's lungs. [Name] shook his head as the punch was received with a breathy laugh. Leon reached around to pull him on top of him as he rolled onto his back. His arms hugged the other closely, never wanting to let go every again.
"That's okay. You're still just as handsome as ever."
Leon remembered the day they met. He had just saved the president's daughter a week before. Chris introduced him to [Name] after a training session.
"It's an honor, Mr Kennedy."
"Honors all mine." They shook hands.
They were so young then. Leon always thought [Name] was the prettiest man he had ever layed his eyes on. Even before he knew he had an interest in men.
His hand rested on the other man's face. A thumb traced just under [Name]'s eye. There was a small mole there that no one else would have ever noticed. He took note of the creases at the corners of his eyes. All his smile lines.
Leon admired everything about [Name].
[Name] feigned annoyance until Leon leaned up a few inches to connect their lips together. It was a quick gesture of affection initially. This was their first time really being at all intimate with one another since Leon's early signs of the virus showing up on his skin. It was relieving to not have to worry about Leon going into a bloody coughing fit.
"Still a good kisser too." Leon said as one of his hands moved some hair from [Name]'s face to get a better look at him.
In response, [Name] leaned down to Leon's neck, leaving small kiss down the side of it leading to his Adam's apple. He received a grateful hum from Leon. He could feel Leon's hands trailing up his sides. Maybe this was payback for Leon's comment.
"And you never shut up." [Name] spoke softly against Leon's throat. Truth be told, he adored Leon's constant commentary. He always had something to say. Always had some kind of come back. Even if it did drive him up the wall at times when he had a jokes at the worst possible time ever.
A hand of Leon's then grazed the skin beneath [Name]'s shirt that he had just put on after his shower. Only for that shirt to be taken off once more. Both of Leon's hands now touched all along [Name]'s bare upper half. They paid a particular interest to his chest. Their lips reconnected. This time deeper, tongues battling one another and teeth occasionally clashing. The rough stuble of Leon's face scaped [Name]'s short beard. He hadn't shaved in a while. The gray was visible there too. Even though they were only a year apart in age, [Name] had a good bit more gray hair than Leon.
Despite being as tired as they claimed, they didn't want to wait any longer to be together like this again.
[Name] could feel the effect he had on Loen pressing into his leg. He wasn't doing much better with his own problem. If anything he was surprised Leon didn't have some witty come back about it. Turns out, Leon wasn't planning on saying anything in response to it. He just sneakily ran a hand to the front of [Name]'s pants to acknowledge it. His palm pressed against him harder than necessary, causing [Name] to groan against Leon's mouth. His hips bucked out of pure instinct at the contact. Leon only did this when he was truly desperate for it.
"I missed having you like this. Missed you having me the way you want." Leon spoke as his palm pressed and massaged with purpose. He loved touching his husband. If they were younger, he'd probably suck him off too but he knew their energy was limited these days. "I'd do anything for you."
The words never meant any less to [Name]. He needed that reassurance with everything he had been through. They both loved and cared for one another deeply. They also made sure one another was so sure of that, no matter how old they got. No matter where or when.
Leaning up and off the bed momentarily, [Name] stripped himself of his pants and boxers. Leon watched in awe as he worked out of his own. He shifted up to the pillows at the headboard. His knees were pulled up to 90 degree angles and spread open just enough for [Name] to crawl through and meet him with yet another desperate kiss.
Their breathing picked up. They had to take breaks from one another's lips just to catch a breath. Leon grabbed [Name]'s hand gently. The very one that had his wedding ring on it. He raised the fingers to his mouth, taking two of the digits beyond his lips. His tongue laped at the intrusions. There was one last suck before releasing them from his mouth. He never broke eye contact as he then guided [Name]'s hand to his own entrance. "Come on, baby." He encouraged.
The two fingers slid in carefully. [Name] watched his hand before looking back up at the other man who's head was thrown back against the pillow below him. His lips fell open and his lashes fluttered shut. That all too familiar crease appearing in between his eyebrows.
Leon reached for [Name], settling on his arms, feeling the muscles there. The very muscles he admired as they worked to carry someone in need when they were on the field together. They were scarred from the many years of fighting bioweapons. Ever scar told a different horrific story. That didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was who was connected to those arms. Who held those stories.
A third finger was added. Leon let out a quiet moan.
"You okay?" [Name] knew they were both worn out from the mission, Leon more so given he just got over his infection. They were always careful with one another. They had been together for so long now that they knew what each other liked when it came to sex. This desperate side of Leon was only for [Name]. Who would have guessed this incredibly strong and professional government agent just fell apart at your attention. Always had and always will.
"Yeah. I'm ready for you."
"No you're not, I just started."
"I don't care. I don't want to wait any more."
A brief moment passed. [Name] then reluctantly pulled his fingers back. In normal circumstances, he wouldn't listen to Leon and keep prepping him, but he knew they both were eager. He reached over to the nightstand drawer and grabbed the small bottle of lube kept there. He put a generous amount on one hand before putting it back. His hand coated his own erection. A sigh left his lips.
Leon looked down at the other as he lubed up. His eyes followed his hand moving against him. It was incredible to watch. He still couldn't believe he was married to this man.
Before too long, [Name] was pressing against Leon's entrance. He sunk in slowly. His body leaned forward over Leon as his arms supported himself on either side of the man below him. A deep groan left his throat and his eyebrows knitted together. He stayed there for a few just so Leon could adjust. All the while, Leon was losing his mind at feeling [Name] like this again. His toes curled. They gripped the loose sheets.
"You have to move, [Nickname]." His voice was broken up between small breathy moans. [Name] did his best to do what Leon asked. He moved his hips to a slow but deliberate rhythm.
"Relax, Leon. You're so tight."
"No, you're just so big." [Name] had to hold back from rolling his eyes at the comment. He was probably average at best. Leon just always tried to make him feel like he was the greatest thing in the world. Mainly because he knew he would get something out of it. Not maliciously, just to poke fun.
Eventually, things got better and [Name] was more capable of finding a pace that always drove Leon wild. As he hit that very spot inside, Leon let out his loudest sound of the night. It took a few years before Leon was comfortable enough to be loud in bed. Now he has no shame in front of the one he loves. He wants [Name] to know just how good he makes him feel. To express more of his gratitude, Leon's legs wrapped around [Name] hips.
"Just like that." Leon said breathlessly. He knew he left [Name] a little pent-up the last few months. He didn't want to do that to him but he was afraid. Afraid of what was eating him alive. "God, you're incredible." He whined.
Leon's hands gripped [Name]'s shoulders. His nails left small marks behind. [Name] found a different angle so he could hold onto Leon's hips, finding a newfound pace. Sweat dripped down his brow.
The room was filled by their sounds of pleasure. It didn't take too much longer until they both climaxed. Leon went first then [Name]. Leon didn't let the other go just yet as [Name]'s body draped over his, his head on Leon's chest. [Name] could feel the mess Leon made between their bodies. His own release buried in the other man.
"Now look what you did." [Name] was referring to the mess. "I don't feel like showering again."
Leon let out an amused breath. His eyes closed, his lids now being so incredibly heavy. "You'll live."
[Name] lifted his head to look at the other. He made a face that was supposed to convey annoyance but the smile causing the wrinkles around his mouth to appear gave him away.
"Maybe. Though, I am old and decrepit. I might die any second. Already turning to dust as we speak."
Leon cracked open one eye. "You'll never forgive me for that will you."
"Not likely." [Name] leaned up and finally pulled out of the other. Leon let out another whine at the sudden emptiness he felt. He watched as [Name] took his side of the bed beside him. They curled up to each other. Leon's arm draped over [Name]'s center. Now he was the one rested his head on [Name]'s chest. He could hear his steadying heartbeat. [Name] ran his fingers through Leon's hair.
"I might forgive you if you get some breakfast in the morning from that place down the street." Food was a way to both of their hearts.
"Deal."
[Name] shifted so that Leon's head layed more into the crook of his neck. He kissed the top of his head, already hearing the soft breathing of sleep taking over Leon. He closed his own eyes. Even with all the terrible things they have seen, they found enough peace in one another that allowed them to rest.
I don’t have time to write this down in detail, but imagine Yandere Husband Bruce and Wife/Husband Reader separating and almost divorcing when Jason died because Spouse Reader was grieving so horribly that they lost their composure and lashed out at Bruce when he tried to comfort them?
Yandere! Husband Bruce isn’t even mad at them, understanding that they are going through the same pain he is going through, but Spouse Reader is so distraught at hurting Bruce that they move out for a couple months.
Yandere! Husband Bruce hates it. Hates being alone again in the manor, hates the Joker and almost going out that same night and killing him, hates that he failed Jason….
Hates that he failed you.
Ugh it’s so angsty, but also imagine them making up on a rooftop? Imagine Spouse Reader telling Bruce they are sorry and that they miss him. Imagine Tim seeing it and realizing that Batman is Bruce Wayne?
Ooo imagine if Tim stared stalking you to get to Bruce and then becoming a platonic yandere?
Hey please can u write a Undertaker x husband!reader who was also a Grim Reaper, the reader is a simp for Undertaker
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I already know these are gonna be so silly 😭
yall have probably been married for eternity. however long that is anyway—i have no idea how old he is. so basically your the couple everyone is tired of- LOL 😂 he wouldn’t mind your antics one bit though! i mean, he’s a weirdo! who is he to judge a simp?he’s very non judgmental if you ask me.
he kinda is at the same time tho- depending on the topic/situation, like if someone just has no good taste in smth 🙅but he wouldn’t judge you of course! your his husband! so you can be as werid or even down bad as you like freely! besides, he wouldn’t have married you if he didn’t like your simp nature right? well let’s talk about it!
if you were always a simp! that may have been what caught his eye about you! think about it, back then people didn’t immediately cling and try to pursue people- they either courted for romance and chemistry or it was an arranged marriage. so a man as unique yourself—how could he not be intrigued? and he certainly does like intriguing things 😉 and people~ apparently!
if you revealed your true simp nature after you got married..! (whether it was a long time ago or more recent) he really wouldn’t care! well? what’d you expect? i said he’s non judgmental! he’s actually happy you feel comfortable enough in marriage to be your true self! he would probably especially encourage it if he finds it humorous..
as far as your grim reaper job. you two do your duties both unseriously and seriously. i don’t think age matters much to reapers, or demons alike, for that matter. so if your a newer grim reaper or haven’t retired yet he would probably be the one to remind you to stop simping finally and do what your supposed to. which is surprising because he’s not very serious himself!
if your a newer grim reaper he gives you tips to improve and will tell you bits and pieces of what it was like when he wasn’t retired. (if you haven’t known him long enough to know) majority of the reason is because there’s something in the story that’ll help you out!…the other is because there’s this one joke- that he’s been WAITING to tell- and it’s just the PERFECT TIME- 🤣🤣 *cue him cracking up before telling the actual joke* (bonus points if it’s a really bad one)
you listen to his everyone word, even the crazy ones because of how much you simp, and laugh at his jokes too! he will even use your simp nature to get you to do the strange things he does…like sitting in salt barrels..? 😄 “well..quality time i guess!” (you, probably.) he will especially get you on his side when bothering ciel and sebastian. he’d probably have you do some whole routine of whatever random things with him claiming it’ll give him the answer he seeks just to laugh at the priceless anger bubbling from ciel when he realizes you wasted his time for an entire hour.
if you’re retired as well you guys pretty much just spend your time goofing off and getting your work done in between. i wouldn’t doubt if you work as a mortician at the funeral parlor with him. so you get to simp over him all day long~ <3 if your too busy simping than working i could see you both him developing a system where you do tasks like “bring him this” or set the body over there..aaand he does the actually work! like a team..but your eyes don’t his majestic face as your sweeping 😊🧹
if you’re a respectful simper *fixes tie*🤵he..still wouldn’t mind! more work would probably get done in a shorter amount of time but eh! all’s well to him! and you! if your more the flirty type he would ADORE your pickup lines or anything cheesy/corny you have to say! out of the norm is way better anyway. especially to a weirdo like him….anyway- (😄) if your a romantic he would go along with your whims and romantic setups. just..try not to get triggered if he ruins the moment. 😼👍 because he will at some point..something you do or say will inevitably remind him of this one joke- 🤭 that he just HAS to tell-
Vox's Trans Husband (Headcanons) Yandere Husband Vox X Trans Man Reader (Hazbin Hotel)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter, and this one is Vox being yandere for his Trans Man Reader! So please enjoy this chapter here, Muffins!]
(Disclaimer: Trans Rights are Human Rights, Nonbinary Rights are Human Rights, Trans Men are Men, Trans Women are Women!
Disclaimer: Vox is Bisexual in canon, meaning he would be more likely to accept a trans partner in canon!
Disclaimer: Vox was unalived in the 1950s, so he does have a bit of toxic views. The past sucked, so there will be some negative stuff due to the time period Vox is from as well! I do not support the Past poo at all!
Disclaimer: Vox is not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Husband Vox X Trans Man Reader From Hazbin Hotel-
.Vox died in the 1950s, and man, he had been a wHite Man, who was obsessed with power and being a God.
.He was once a borderline Cult leader with TV to do it.
.There was one person he loved most in his human life, and that someone was his "Wife".
.You were his wife in the 1950s, even though you always felt like the man you felt you were.
.Vox is bisexual and is fine with you being the man you are.
.Of course, in the 1950s, as a trans man, your title was his wife, you still dressed as a man when you could, and Vox supported it.
.In some fights, though he would have thrown your biological sex in your face, he always did his best to make up for it.
.He is a petty man and does not like to be challenged, even if it is by his husband.
.When he died, he was worried he would never see you again, but you ended up in hell, and you finally had the male parts you always wanted.
.Going to hell, it let your body match up with how your soul felt.
.You knew what your husband had done, all the crimes and sins he had committed in his human life, and you turned a blind eye, because Vox loved you as the man you were, even when your body did not match up to how you see yourself.
.Vox is super protective of you and very pleased with how your body is in hell.
.He loves to explore and worship your body, telling you how handsome and sexy you are while he fucks you into the mattress.
.Vox is the man who did not care about your biological sex; he loved you for the person you were, and he finds it so fucking hot when you have the cock and balls you always wanted.
.He is a possessive yandere who, even though you are his man, still sometimes treats you like a trophy wife.
.You are handsome, sexy, but you are also arm candy for him.
.Your main job in hell with him is to stand by his side and look handsome and sexy~
.You would also be his assistant, where he has you in nice sexy suits that grip to your ass.
.He is very much the man that would have a bend over assistant just so he can smack your ass and call you babe~
.He is a man who wants to give you the world and would be a yandere who thinks his money can solve all your issues.
.You are angry at him, he hands you a credit card and says Buy something that makes you feel handsome ~
.He does not expect you to act like a housewife, but he does want you to be his and his alone.
.You are his man, and he is going to make sure that you stay his man, even when he is fucking Valentino.
.He is a very jealous man and yandere, and cannot stand when other men or women try and put their hands on you.
.He has killed hundreds of sinners and hellborns that tried to steal you away from him.
.You were his husband when you both were alive, and you had female parts, and you are STILL his when you are a sinner with the parts that match up with your sense of self.
.No one is allowed to touch his husband. You are his man, and he is damn proud he could remarry you in hell for an eternal marriage for both of your guys' after lives.
.He is the type of man that wants to keep you by his side and would be a super petty yandere.
.Anyone who gets close to you is publicly humiliated and destroyed.
.You are the love of his life and his obsession; he is not going to share you with anyone else.
.But it does not matter if he cheats on you with Valentino, he is a piece of shit after all, and he would say that he and Val are just business partners and you are his man and his husband, the man who has his heart and his obsessive love.
.He does love you and is the type of yandere that loves to spoil you.
.But he is also a very controlling yandere and would lose his mind if he feels he is losing his control over you.
.He would deal with rivals like I said by publicly humiliating them before killing them.
.You are his man, and that means no one else is allowed to put their hands on you.
.You belong to him and him alone.
.When he confessed his love to you the first time, he told you it did not matter what was between your legs, that he loved you as the man you were.
.He had been so charming and accepting of you being a trans man that you accepted his lov,e and on paper was his wife, even though he called you his husband.
.The second time he confessed his love to you was in hell, he promised to give you the world and to love you, and finally have you be his husband and to live together as husbands for the rest of both of your guys' after lives.
.You still loved him and wanted to believe he loved you, and being able to finally be seen as Vox's husband and be seen as the man you were... You were swept up in it and accepted his love.
.You've got to wear a suit and marry the man you loved and be the husband you always wanted to be, but... what if that love wavers and you want to leave him?
.If you stay with Vox and remain a loyal husband, you will accept him cheating on you and him losing his mind when he goes to fight against heaven.
.But if you choose to leave him, to ask for a divorce, he does NOT take it well.
.He would lose his ever-loving mind and say you are NEVER allowed to leave him!
.He loved you when your body did not match up with your sense of self; he loved you when you were a nobody in hell, he gave you everything, and you think you are allowed to leave him!
.He is going to chain you to him and force you into a contract that will bind your soul to him, and he tells you he should have done that from the start.
.Because he met you when you were a human, you belong to him, and he will do WHATEVER It takes to keep you where you belong.
.He is a yandere who always saw you as the man he knew he would be with; your biological sex did not bother him.
.He is still a very toxic yandere that will keep you under his thumb.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
"Weston College?! You? At such a young age???” Ciel raised his eyebrows. Nova nodded, “Because school for my age was too easy that Papa let me attend Weston College.”
“No wonder you've beaten me in chess…” the earl mumbled, rubbing his chin. Sebastian snorted, “Lost to a child, master?”
“Silence!”
A pre teen was defeated by a four year old in chess. How could this fucking be? How come such a four year old had such great intelligence? Tell that to Nova's favorite homeschool teacher.
“I was taught by my teacher who's an expert at chess.” Nova admitted. Ciel hummed, “You're smarter than you look. A prodigy child who can outsmart any adult. No adults think a four year old is smarter, but they underestimate them.”
“Master, hope you're not thinking of using him for your own advantage.” Sebastian sweatdropped.
“Nonsense, Sebastian.” Ciel smirked. Oh, he's planning something. Nova grinned, “I used to trick Papa all the time. He never even noticed that I've been stealing sweets that he hides from me.”
“Oh? What else?”
“I tricked a toy maker into making free toys for me. Then I did the similar method at school. They give me whatever I want.” The child beamed with stars floating around him. “I fooled them by acting innocent and cute~”
“...” Sebastian stared at the child before realizing that Nova and [Y] are alike. “Like a mini [Y]. He truly enjoys fooling the ladies just to get what he wants.”
“Heh. Perhaps~” Ciel smugly smirks.
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❝meanwhile w/ [y]❞
“I thought you were the only one here! Why's all of you here?!” [Y] sweatdropped as he's being surrounded by 10 women. Those ten women are his older sisters. How the fuck did a woman give birth to that many??
“Tell us about your husband! Is he cute?” One of the sisters asked.
“What's his name?”
“How old is he?”
“When did you two get married??”
“Hope you didn't do anything to hurt the poor man!”
“Why are you all ganging up on me?!” [Y] exclaimed, trying to move out of the way of his sisters. “His name is Sebastian. He was my previous head-butler, but he retired and became the head-butler of the Phantomhive Manor.”
“So…I've decided to propose to him to be my wife before we are separated. Good thing is we get to see each other again after two years apart.” [Y] blushed, scratching the back of his head.
One of his sisters grabbed her brother's cheeks and pulled on them, “You proposed to him without a wedding?! Are you a dumbass?!”
“H-hey!”
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“So, you have ten sisters?” Sebastian blinked owlishly.
❝Yeah…They like to nag me and stuff. They were desperate about you, too…❞ [Y] sweatdropped.
❝[Y]! Is that Sebastian that you were talking about? Let us talk to him!❞ Sebastian heard of the sisters grabbed the phone from the male. ❝You must be Sebastian! His wife!❞
“E-eh? Wife? I'm actually his husband—You know what, yes, I am his wife.” Sebastian said proudly with stars sparkling around him. “It's lovely meeting you all. My dear husband hasn't told me that he has 10 sisters.”
❝Idiot! Why haven't you told him about us?!❞ one of the sisters bonked [Y] in the head. [Y] grunted in pain, ❝Ow! You don't need to hit me!❞
Sebastian chuckled, “You all seem to get along well.”
While Sebastian was on the phone, Ciel was listening in on the conversation. He did hear Sebastian mention something about being someone's wife. Who?
❝You’re an omega, right? If so, when will I have my niece or nephew?❞
“A-ah? Children?” Sebastian blushed. “We wouldn't go that far to have children. We already have our adopted child.”
❝Adopted? That's more than enough! I wanna see my child~❞
The earl could see the embarrassed and bashful look on the butler's face. Why is a demon butler so embarrassed and bashful?
“But…if we were to do it again, then perhaps we can bear a child of our own…” Sebastian blushed, clasping his fist over his mouth. Ciel gasped softly.
❝E-eh?! Sebastian??? You never been a type to want a child!❞ [Y] exclaimed.
“Nova needs someone to hang around with, correct? I wouldn't want Nova to feel lonely.” Sebastian mumbled. The earl gawked at what he's hearing.
❝Ah…You're so cute. Alright. Whenever you're ready, we can continue without protection.❞ [Y] smiled.
“Hahaha~ You're always so charming~” The butler chuckled heartily. Ciel jaw dropped, like, what the fuck is he hearing??? Sebastian, an omega? A wife? Wanted children? With who? Who???
❝I’ll return in three days. Love you…❞
Sebastian was a little taken back by this before timidly responding back, “L…love you, too…Bye.”
After he hung up, Sebastian covered his red face, extremely happy that he was able to say “Love You”. To be honest, this is the first time he has ever said it which made him embarrassed.
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Back with Ciel, the earl returns to the library with so many questions that need to be answered. Nova noticed Ciel's curious expression, “Ciel-nii?”
“Nova. Did you do that on purpose?” Ciel asked.
“Huh? What?” The child tilted his head.
Ciel kneels down at Nova's level, “About Sebastian and [Y]. They're…married…?”
“Ah. Ciel-nii found out…” Nova mumbled. He knew the day would come eventually. Ciel flinched, “You knew?! Is that why you're so desperate for them to be together because they're already married?!”
“You weren't so smart either…” the child admitted. “But…just pretend that you didn't know. You'll see how genuine their relationship is. Just don't get caught, k?”
“...You're right. Maybe I'll pretend that I didn't know until I find out more about their relationship.” Ciel mumbled, rubbing his chin. “It must be an act…! It must've been. I'll see if it's true they're being a genuine couple…”
“Tell me. Did you know that—”
“I know Mama is a demon. It was obvious…” Nova answered. Ciel sweatdropped, “Is this kid smarter than me???”
“Ah. Apologies for the wait, Master and Lil’ Nova.” Sebastian apologized as he entered the library with tea and juice then set them on the table. “Did I make you wait…?”
“No…We were just talking…” Ciel said. Sebastian nodded, “I see. Hopefully you're not making fun of me.”
“Not anymore, mama Sebastian.” Ciel teased, taking a sip of his tea. Sebastian gritted his teeth with annoyance.
“Thank you, mama.” Sebastian's angry aura disappeared when he heard Nova’s appreciation. Flowery aura surrounded the butler as he turned around and faced the child, “You're most welcome, lil’ Nova.”
“He's definitely a mama…”
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“My, aren't you adorable? How about a sucker?” Lau smiled as he tried to get the child's attention with a sucker. Nova hides behind Sebastian's leg, staring at the male, “Child predator…”
“Eh?” Lau sweatdropped.
“Shall I report you to the police?” Sebastian questioned with a dangerous smile. Lau sweatdropped, “W-wait…”
Madam Red bonked Lau on the head, “Stop scaring the child!” The lady in red then asked her nephew, “Where could Sire [Y] be? Is he not here?”
“He's on a three day business trip. He'll be back to get Nova.” Ciel answered, glancing over at Nova who's being spoiled by Sebastian. “Sebastian is playing as his mama. Spoiling the child.”
Nova beamed, “Mama, I want a telescope! I want to study the stars tonight! I've heard that there's a meteor shower coming tonight!”
“I'll be sure to get you a telescope. Anything else? A teddy? Books?” Sebastian beamed.
“Book about stellar astronomy!” The child replied.
“Oh? We have an astronomer, I see?” The butler chuckled. Nova nodded proudly.
“Ah…He's spoiling him like a mother…”
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❝w/ [y]❞
“So a bomber was planning to blow up the train, huh? Glad that was handled.” [Y] sighed with relief since he doesn't have to stay with his nagging ten sisters. Little did he know, the culprit is still active.
The taller male sat on the train and waited until he could reach the next destination. Sending three days away from his wife and child is a pain. The [h] haired male couldn't call them on a phone, so he decided to write a letter.
╭ ⁞ ❏. facts
┊ ⁞ ❏. the culprit is planning to blow up the train
I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCHHH!!!! Could you please make a headcannon or short story of Five having a husband who's more chaotic than Klaus? Or a shy husband but more deadly than Five?
☂️Umbrella Academy
❀ five hargreeves x male (chaotic husband) reader ⚣
A/N: thank you so much!! I’m glad that you like reading what my crazy brain creates. XD. alright, I hope you like this one.
tags/warnings: you‘re five‘s husband, you and klaus are the chaos duo
(headcanons)
so, yeah, you‘re sometimes even more chaotic than klaus
five still can‘t believe how he fell for you
well, actually, you were the one to fall at your first meeting
like literally. you fell into his arms even
he caught you and you had looked up into the most handsome face you‘ve ever seen (and that cute little frown)
that wasn‘t the last time you fell and he had to catch you
when you walked somewhere you either jumped or ran around or you were walking on top of a wall
it seems like there is nothing to stop you from your antics
get up in the middle of the night to go swimming? okay
steal a little something from that ignorant asshole that had insulted you mere moments ago? why not?
bring home any pet you find on the streets and convince five to let it stay for a while? definitely
start singing and dancing out of nowhere, wherever you are? always
five will never admit it, but you manage more often than not to convince him to help you with your crazy ideas
he will say it‘s because he has to make sure you don‘t accidentally kill yourself
but he‘s mostly just deeply in love with you
he would do anything for his husband
he‘s killed for you before and he‘d do it again
everything to see his precious chaotic husband happy
but he also saw his life flash before his eyes when you and klaus met
he literally went and got a knife to carry around at all times in case you two got into serious trouble
another thing he would never admit is that klaus was probably his favorite sibling
apparently he had a lot of sympathy or whatever for the chaotic ones
okay so, the next thing he knows he finds klaus and you laying half naked in the living room
and somehow you two had found a stray kitten again and brought it back with you
together with at least ten bags full. of. clothes.
he made his way through the bags while purposely avoiding the cat that followed him with its gaze
then he slowly shook you awake
“(y/n)“, he sighed, “..love, wake up.“
you grumbled and slowly opened your eyes
a smile formed on your face when you saw that it was your husband and you reached out your arms towards him
he sighed again but let you pull him in to cuddle
you snuggled closer but five wouldn’t let you fall asleep again, he sat up and pulled you into his lap
you took the chance to kiss him
as much as he loved kissing you your husband pulled away after a few moments
“brush your teeth“
you let out an annoyed whine and pinched his cheek
“okay, can we talk about the cat now?“
five gestured to the creature that had approached them
you bent down to pick it up and the kitten started purring while it snuggled against your chest
„Can we keep it? Pleeeeease“, you put on your best pout combined with big pleading eyes, „for just a few days?“
five sighed another time, he knew he couldn‘t resist you
he nodded and you cuddled closer to him together with the kitten
yeah, five really loved his chaotic husband
so much that he let you get through with most of your crazy ideas
in the end your chaos brightened up his days much more than anything else
Summary: Simon and his husband have a fight that makes (Y/N) leave in the middle of the night for a drive, unbeknownst to Simon he gets kidnapped along the way, as Simon rushes to save (Y/N) he discovers many hidden things about his husband that no one was supposed to know.
Disabled reader, wears a leg brace due to a work accident.
Warnings: Cod typical violence, reader with military past, miscomunication, kidnapping, skiing accidents.
word count: 2 K
+18 themes, minors do not interact
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Simon placed his glass down harsher then he should, juice spilled over the edge of it. “I am not being reckless.” He said.
(Y/N) glanced over from where he was cleaning up the kitchen, Simon had cooked so (Y/N) always insisted on cleaning, the other way around applied as well, one cooked one cleaned.
“You were shot 3 times and are now on leave until you are good enough to go back, one of the bullets missed a main artery by a few millimeters.” (Y/N) didn’t bother hiding the clear anger in his voice. “I could have lost you, Simon.”
Simon looked away. “I did what I had to, everyone got back safe.”
“But you didn’t, you would go on the next mission right now if Price called you in, I made my peace with that, I will always wait and you know that but 3 bullets, Simon.” He said.
Simon winced at the use of his name, (Y/N) rarely ever used his actual name over any shortened version of his name or pet name. “I get you are angry.”
“Oh do you?” (Y/N) asked as he placed things away. “Because I recall you almost breaking your arm and being sent on forced leave by Price just last month because he was concerned about you.”
“The mission-” “-wasn’t that bad, I get it, more than you realise. I-” (Y/N) interrupted only to get interrupted himself. “-You don’t know anything about being out in the field, you work a desk job because your youth was filled with spoiled trips to austria to ski in the mountains and you got too reckless as a young adult.” Simon said, not thinking about his words.
(Y/N) looked down at his leg, the brace on it and how the injury still hurt, it wasn’t that story but not Simon nor Ghost would ever find out about the true reason for it, that mission was classified beyond anything most people would ever see, a mission gone right despite the casualties and soldiers who were forced to retire early, (Y/N) included.
Seething hot anger flashed through (Y/N) but he took a breath. “I am going for a drive, we need milk.” (Y/N) didn’t look back, knowing Simon, his Simon was already regretting his words, this conversation or rather this fight was far too common for the both of them to have, everytime Simon came home with too bad of an injury or from being too reckless. Price always called him, always told him how the mission had gone.
(Y/N) grabbed his keys and jacket before getting into the car, pulling his injured leg in, it would never fully heal, it would always ache on good days and be too painful to even touch or look at on bad days. He had more bad days than good days.
(Y/N) drove to the gas station across town, without really needing to, they didn’t even need milk but that was always the excuse, always the reason. (Y/N) usually made some kind of cake with it the next day, if he could walk.
As (Y/N) excited the car and filled it up, a van pulled up besides his car, on the pump on the other side, he didn’t pay attention, simply finished pumping the gas before he looked to the side where a man was standing with a gun, pointed straight at him. (Y/N) scowled and held his hands up. “If you want my wallet I don’t have one, only my card.”
“Get in the van, Mister Riley.” Simon and him had gotten married earlier in the year, something small at the courthouse.
“No.” (Y/N) said as he knew he could take a bullet wound, not that he wanted to. It would drastically decrease his chances of survival.
He felt a gun pointed at his back. “My partner didn’t say you had a choice.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened, he couldn’t handle both with his leg after that drive, it would not end well, he would get killed, but going along with them would also get him hurt. He made a quick decision and nodded. “Alright, please don’t hurt me.” He whimpered, fully satisfied with how convincing it sounded. The men placed a hood over his face and cuffed his hands before putting him in the van and taking off.
‘Okay, people taken to a secondary location always have a decreased chance of surviving, however they are most likely enemies of Simon who don’t know about me… Depending on how many there are I can get out… hopefully.’ (Y/N) thought as he started fake crying and whimpering, he needed to act scared even if he wasn’t being watched.
Simon knew something was wrong when half an hour passed and (Y/N) hadn’t come back home, though for the sake of making sure, he waited 10 more minutes before calling his husband, no matter what, no matter how angry (Y/N) always answered, Simon never wanted his past or an enemy catching up again, he couldn’t handle losing more people. Not again, not like his family.
When it kept ringing and went to voicemail, Simon cursed and called Price. It was picked up quickly. “Ghost, what the hell do you want it near midnight.” Price said.
“(Y/N) isn’t answering the phone.”
Price cursed on the other end. “How many minutes since you last saw him?”
“40 but he should have been back between 10 and 20 minutes ago, we had a fight, Price, I… I was… I can’t…”
“I know Simon, I will contact Laswall, see what we can do on our end, you can’t do much on your own, you are still injured, so stay steady and have your phone ready.” Price hung up.
Simon just sat still for hours, staring at his phone before it rung, (Y/N)’s face and toothy smile showed up. Simon lunged at his phone and picked up. “(Y/N) I-” “-I am afraid this isn’t your husband.” A voice interrupted, someone Ghost was too familiar with.
“What do you want?” Ghost asked.
“I will send you my7 location where you will show up, alone and unarmed, if you get that pretty little team of yours involved I will slice your husband's throat and send you a video before letting the rats feed on his corpse.” The man said.
Ghost growled. “Fine.” He said.
“Don’t do it Si!” Ghost could hear in the background of the call only for (Y/N) to cry out in pain. Simon’s blood ran cold as the call hung up. He just needed to get there. 20 minutes passed and he got a location, a factory a few hours out of town. He got into his car and took off, not even thinking to inform the team.
His emotions were numb and he wasn’t wearing his mask, yet he kept going, he couldn’t stop, if there was ever even a chance of saving (Y/N), of not making the same mistake again, he would take it, he would always take it. Their fight played in his mind over and over again, torturing him as he drove, he vaguely registered the music in the radio as something upbeat.
It was early morning when he came to the old factory, he vaguely registered the open door and vehicles parked outside as he walked straight up the door and inside, to his shock, bodies upon bodies of people laid spread out as though a fight had broken out, blood covered large areas of the factory floor. His blood turned ice cold as he ran inside, hoping to find (Y/N) alive only to find a chair with robe by the back, loosely tied together, whoever did this underestimated the prisoner.
Simon pulled his phone out as it began vibrating. He answered. “Ghost here.”
“... Ghost, come to base, (Y/N) is here… there is something you need to know. He is alive, injured but alive.”
Simon let go of a deep breath. “I… how did he even get there… car probably, erm, I will get there.” The base was a few hours away. He hung up and drove in silence to the base, barely even registering anything. He was confused but also relieved, the only man he had ever loved enough to fully see Simon, to make Ghost into Simon again, had somehow escaped and was at his base, the base no one was supposed to know about. Things weren’t adding up.
He drove onto base and got out, not remembering a mask, not even thinking about a goddamn mask.
He walked past a confused Soap and Gaz, ignoring them gaping at them as he walked to Price’s office, knocking before he entered. In one of the chairs, a heavily beaten up and bruised (Y/N) sat and Price, with a dark look in his eyes, was sitting behind his desk. “I will let you talk.” Price said and left.
Simon sat down and looked to (Y/N) who refused to meet his gaze. “What happened?” Simon asked.
(Y/N) winced before looking ahead. “4 years ago I was in a skiing accident that left me paralysed in both my legs, it took me a year and experimental surgery to get feeling back in them though one is permanently broken.” (Y/N) began.
“Yes I know this..” Simon said.
“It wasn’t hobby skiing. I was a soldier in a mission I can’t tell anyone about, not even my most trusted person, 2 teams of 20 people each, including a team of 3 were dispatched to take out a base of enemies that were holding high value targets.” (Y/N) didn’t look at Ghost. “Out of the 43 people, 10 of us made it out alive, the place was rigged with trap after trap, I was amongst the many injured on the way back, we successfully managed to get 4 out of 6 hostages with us.”
“You were forced to retire.” Simon said and looked away. “Were you reckless?”
(Y/N) shook his head. “No, I wasn’t, we were safe as we could be, yet I was paralysed, nearly died.” (Y/N) sighed. “I am sorry Si, for never saying this or telling you anything but I couldn’t, sure I could talk bootcamp and my various deployments but after I got onto a task force every single mission became confidential, much like your missions and then with my forced retirement, it just wasn’t something I looked back on with you. I lost a lot of good friends that week, a lot of really close allies. I had been out for a year and a half before we even met.”
Simon looked away. “Was anything else right? Or has everything been a lie?”
“You met my actual family, my mother does love you and even they don’t know much about my work, hell, they think after bootcamp and my deployments that I enlisted in a private security company in austria and on my off day, I got into an accident.” He said. “Except my cousin, she knows the truth because of her work.”
“Right, the medic, understandable…” Simon said and looked to the man he once trusted above all else. Someone who had promised to be there for him always, no matter what. His whole perception of the man had been a lie. “You made me teach you self defence.” Simon mused.
(Y/N) chuckled. “Yeah… that day is among my fondest, you wanting me to be able to protect myself with you away, it did actually help last night.” (Y/N) said. “I wouldn’t have gotten out this lucky if it wasn’t for it… I am sorry for lying, Simon but you must understand, I didn’t have much of a choice.”
Simon took his hand and gave him a small smile. “For better or for worse.”
(Y/N) leaned over and kissed Simon's cheek. “Your captain is a real scary man.” He said and chuckled. “Laswell had to clear me for him, she found my discharge papers.”
“Hmm, honourable discharge with a file that is mostly redacted.” Simon said. “Sounds like my future file.”
“Well I do like the sound of that, planning for a future with me, eh?” (Y/N) said.
Simon smiled a bit more. “You are the only reason I want to grow old.”
