Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader
Genre: headcanons, smut
Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down
A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)
hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group
hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.
hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.
hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic
hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.
hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.
hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.
hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.
hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.
hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.
hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.
hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.
hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.
hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.
hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.
hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.
hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.
Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~
Shen Yuan works at a brothel in the warm red pavillion.
When he became Shen Qingqiu it was one of the few places he knew the scum villain visited. He was always berated for it in the books, because the protagonist, despite his many wifes, never paid for sex. When he first visited after he unlocked the OOC feature, he was swarmed by all of the meimeis here, who warmly welcomed him. He tried to not get out of his role, as he figured out what the original goods was actually doing here, but the women here quickly told him to "quit his Lord act". Because apparently Shen Qingqiu was never a villain in their eyes.
The way they all spoke about him painted such a weird picture. A picture of a caring older brother, that remainded him a bit of his Da-ge, who always would offer his help. They loved him, gossiping with him, giving intel on what's happening in nearby towns, brushing his damn hair and making face masks. It was a bit surreal.
Every time Shen Yuan would feel lonely he would visit them. Every time felt the hate that the original goods lived in, he would visit them. Every time he would feel his heart break he would stay the night with them.
They were the first to know about how his heart was beating rapidly in his chest when he sees Liu Qingge and how it stops when he leaves. He told them how he doesn't have a chance. He told them how he missed being held.
In all their attempts to cheer him up they decided to dress him up. Found the beautiful dress in his size, that was a little big in the chest area. Painted his beautiful face so much that even the Sect Leader wouldn't recognise him. They joked how pretty he looked and how the clients would start a fight for a night with him.
He wasn't sure how he agreed to actually entertain one of the brothel's guests. The brothel's owner, an old, but beautiful woman, that could herself work here, suggested to him that he could actually try to work here. And he just thought that yeah. He could.
He agreed mostly because his first client didn't look bad. He was handsome, but not pretty, strong but not flexible, fast but not maneuverable. He was a soldier, but not a hero. He was a man, but not Liu Qingge. But he would still do.
When for the first time in a long time he finally felt another body against his he wasn't happy. He wasn't upset either. But he was relaxed and pleased. So it was good.
He didn't make any contracts with the owner. He would just come here to serve men, dressed as a woman, and finally feel something beside hate. Finally something he can pretend is love. If he lies hard enough to himself. It was enough for him to not crumble. The warmth was enough to not freeze. Feelings were enough to not think.
It was a wonderful time if he focuses only on bodies and hands and the heat and leave out the words and the pain.
Perhaps he should regret it. In fact, that's probably what any sane person would do. But, he had always seen this coming.
From the moment he took her in, he knew she would be the death of him-although admittedly, this is not how he thought it would go.
From the moment he decided to take her home, he knew his life was changed unequivocally.
Silco did not have a big heart, but he loved two things. He loved his people, and he loved Jinx.
And oh- how he loved his people, how he loved his city. With all the unsavory, there were good things too, patches of light shining through all the shimmer and smog.
And he knows that the people do not love him as he loves them. But that is because he does what he has to do, for the good of the people- What vander could never do. Because they would never be free, so long as they were under piltover's control.
And what is the life of a couple compared to the life of many?
The life of one now, saving hundreds in future generations?
Yes, he just did what he had to save his people.
But still, despite everything- Jinx came first.
Jinx, his wonderful,Inventive, Neurotic daughter.
She could be a true leader of the people, a revolutionary-if she wished.
She could be anything she wanted- He would make sure of it.
He knows she gets lost sometimes, in the voices, the nightmares, the violence. But she is a bright mind, and she is HIS daughter.
He raised her, shaped her into the person she is today. The wonderful, terrifying, smart person she is.
And she is so different from when he first met her. She is strong, and she believes in herself. Gone is the meek little girl- and in her place, a young woman that would let the world burn to get what she wants.
He raised her, and she is just what Zaun needs. She was the last piece of the puzzle, the final key to their independence. Just as he had raised her to be.
She would make sure they get their peace, and she would make sure they keep it.
She was his successor, and they were going to make the world burn-together.
And oh, he wishes that he could undo this, even if only to spare her the pain.
But it was written in his destiny that he would die by her hands, or he would die for her.
And he cannot fault her.
Would he not do the same? Both of their mistrust runs so deep that there is no hope of healing the cracks made in their hearts.
And Silco mourns, not for himself, but for what he knows this will do to Jinx.
And he knows she did not mean it, when she finally comes back to herself, he knows she will be distraught. But he can not find it in himself to be upset, or angry.
It is part of her nature, and an integral part of her being- It is the reason Silco first picked her up, the reason he molded her into who she is today.
who carried oleander? how did toddler demon baby react to actually getting a sibling?
I'm a strict top Enid believer so.. Wednesday carried it. Demons aren't really that fertile and it's why there isn't alot of demon with noble blood like before
They did it with a spell and wabam, wednesday has a kneeling Enid who promises to take responsibility
Belle's a toddler at this point, so she's a Lil astonished. Definitely goes "another parasite!?"
It’s just a test piece, so don’t come for me if it’s OOC, I’ve been in the fandom for less than a week, y’all U_U.
Motivation to do this came from @coffeeebeeans
U_U Thank you for encouraging me to write for this when my motivation was in the negatives
Mikey x Reader
Synopsis
You would do anything for your friends… including sacrificing yourself to keep them together. Your lover has a hard time accepting this…
Warnings:
Angst
Lots and lots of pain
knives, violence, murder U_U
Canon divergence- with a major plot point (cause I may or may not have a personal beef with this scene and refuse to accept it)
Self-sacrifice (cause you know we’d all do it)
Takemitchi hasn’t attempted to fix the future in this timeline yet...
So it’s canon divergence on the original timeline???
Possible spoilers for bloody Halloween if you aren't there yet.
Characters present:
Mikey,
Baji,
Kazutora (mention)
Words
1831
The heat of the sun against the tens of teenagers gathered around swallowed the area with sweat as crimson spread throughout the battlefield. Who thought teenagers, some no older than 14, could be more brutal than the adults of this world? Whoever imagined that children had such urges to kill, manipulate, and harm those around them. Were teens at your age not supposed to be hanging around arcades, laughing about the stupid things in life, complaining about school, smacking each other playfully, insulting one another, even getting into small fights that resulted in both sides pouting? Why were you here… why were any of you here?
Your hands swung, hitting their mark here and there. Occasionally wiping blood from a busted lip and cussing out an opponent or two. Everything was going fine, everything was right. Outnumbered, most of the members were feeling the pain, the dread, humiliation, and exhaustion begin to set in. Even though you were starting to tire. Underneath the sun that beat down on the day, a day that should have been for costumes and roughhousing among friends, wild parting, and pranks, was turning into a bloody battle. Why? That answer would never be settled beyond… this world was too cruel. Your eyes occasionally jumped to Mikey, who fought just as brazenly as you. Though he covered more ground while focused on an upper member, occasionally looking out for his friends.
You never backed him up, he didn’t need it… he was the great Mikey… the invincible Mikey. Your cheeks always rose in warmth when he flung his head back, hair bouncing as he dodged a hit and swung a kick. You were distracted, but not too distracted as to not avoid attacks. Sure, a few landed, but nothing brutal. Your eyes locked with his, and he flashed you a small confident smile, helping your energy slowly return.
Time went on and your limbs were growing sore, bruises sure to form along your face, a real pity. You were able to catch a break, slow your breathing, and stretch your ever-falling stamina. It was in that moment where you saw an old friend… somebody who you hadn’t known too long before they ended up in juvie. Panic set in when you noted the knife in his hands. His feet were slowly moving across the pavement towards another friend, somebody close to Mikey… if it had been another extra, you probably wouldn’t have taken too much attention. But the man’s dark hair pulled into a ponytail only belonged to Baji, a founding member.
Without thinking your feet were moving, pushing past those who hadn’t noticed yet. Somewhere inside your mind, the thought that you were not worth enough planted itself in your mind.
What had been racing, slowed, every movement too slow, stretched out before you. The way you skidded to a halt in front of Baji just seconds before the blade shoved itself into your stomach played out with little to no speed. Though it took only a second, it felt like hours as Kazutora, horrified, and stepping back, pulled away the blade. He mumbled things to himself you couldn’t care to listen to as you gripped the wound and sank to your knees. “Y/n!” His voice was… a little soothing as the pain spread its webs around your nerves. Considering you’d jumped before him, the wound wasn’t exactly where it had been aimed, off to the side, but it unquestionably punctured something important… based on the pain, it had to… or did being stabbed always feel this way? You’d experienced cuts before, hell broken ribs, broken noses, busted lips… this was new… middle-schoolers didn’t usually aim to stab people… that was usually not something that happened in fights. Weapons were actually pretty rare in fights… Most people had too much pride to pick one up.
“Fuck…” You mumbled out before familiar blond waves etched in your blurring vision… oh, blurring vision… you hadn’t noticed how weak your body was feeling, considering you were so focused on thoughts of how, why, and just when this happened.
“Why did you…” Baji’s voice stopped being static as you blinked away the dots in your vision and looked down to see how coated your hand was with your blood. Is this all mine? You asked yourself the question within your mind
“Who… who did it?” Why did… Why did Mikey sound so… different? You smiled, tilting your head.
“I’m…” it hurts to talk… Why did it happen? Were you dying? No, you’re not even in high school yet! You haven’t gotten to tell Mikey about your stupid crush, haven’t had a lover, there’s so much left to do… you weren't… you’re too young to die… all of you are too young to die! “Gonna be okay…. R-right?” The tiny stutter in your voice must have snapped something in Mikey. His head looked so clouded… blinded by rage and regret, and the pain of both the mental and physical kind swallowing him.
“… yeah...” though the grip of the boy you’d protected tightening around your arms and the way he wasn’t looking at you… that told a different story… shit, were you really about to…?
“Sorry, Mikey...” Your throat stung… like somebody was shoving acid down it… the cough that eventually left wasn’t clear saliva leaving your throat… the familiar color of blood dripped from your lips and panic began to set in. “M-Mi-Mikey… I don’t… I…. oh god… I don't wanna die…”
“Somebody already called an ambulance… Mikey… we should-”
“Shut up…” he’d been hanging his head, staring down at the blood seeping from the upper right of your stomach, but now his eyes had shot towards the kid holding the dripping knife.
His foot kicked in his signature movement. A kick so lightning quick, the eye couldn’t see it coming. The poor kid landed on the ground, eyes dizzy looking around, no time to react when Mikey grabbed his collar and swung his fist onto their face before your eyes. You reached out, realizing just how weak you were… so pitiful, like a breaking doll. “Mikey… stop… Mikey… M-Mi...” As blood spilled from your lips again, your position was shifted by the man behind you.
“Stop trying to talk, you fucking dumb-ass! Stop worrying about others and focus on yourself, you selfless idiot! You shoulda let me be stabbed, Mikey… Mikey’s got a crush on ya dumb-ass!” Baji spilled the words, his hair still held up as he continued pressing on the wound. There was some specific routine for this… but what? What was it?
“He’s… he’s gonna kill him Baji…”
“So what? He stabbed ya.”
“But we won’t get a happy ending if he goes to jail when I'm all f-fixed up… m'not gonna die.” Baji’s hands were shaking… his hands… never shook. You shivered in your spot… it was getting cold and you were… sleepy. Your eyes still focused on Mikey, pounding down on the boy's face. Over, and over, and over again… he was genuinely going to kill Kazutora… his old friend. It began to feel like breathing through a straw. You couldn’t exactly tell when the air in your lungs began tightening and the oxygen in your body led to further fatigue, but your eyes hardly kept themselves open. How long had it been since you’d been stabbed?
“Hey… you can’t close your eyes!”
“I’m tired…”
“Keep watching Mikey then! Do something, just not closin your eyes, you dumb shit!”
“C-can… tell Mikey m’love’m?” Baji couldn’t make too much sense of those words, slurred together as the rasps in your breath got louder and you teared up. You honestly were going to die here… without getting to see the world through adult eyes…
You must have closed your eyes, fallen out of it for a moment… Mikey’s knees buckled beneath him as he dropped next to you. Your eyes were open for another moment as he took your body from Baji… As you looked up with half-lidded eyes, you met eyes deprived of anything. There wasn’t any rage, no sense of despair… just an empty void of darkness. His face splattered in blood, along with his fists. “Still…here” you croaked, trying to nuzzle closer, but he held you in the same position.
Sirens wailed in the background and there was a small bit of hope… you wanted to hold onto it, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open or get too much air in. You could only let tears drip as your eyes closed and the rest of your body went completely limp in his arms.
The last you heard of the outside world contained the many voices contained in the static of people trying to save you before your thoughts led you to the end. I’ll protect him in another life… keep his eyes from looking like that…
~
Your eyes opened in a gasp reaching down to your stomach. Expecting hospital walls, you were all too surprised to be shielding your eyes from the sun, laying on a field of grass. “Jeez, you take long naps.” Mikey… you went to sit up, but arms around you kept you laying on your back. “Mmm, don’t feel like getting up!” Mikey chuckled before another familiar voice clicked his tongue.
“Jeez, stop flirting and making the rest of us feel single as fuck.” Your eyes lifted to spot Baji sitting on a wall, one leg dangling, his hair moving with the breeze, down around his shoulders.
Mikey sat up looking away. “We weren't flirting! Y/n was shaking in their sleep, so I was keeping them warm!”
“Flirting…” Draken pointed to Mikey with his typical scowl. Now tears started to drip from your eyes. Draken… was alive… you were alive… everybody was here. Was this a dream?
You pinched yourself, and Mikey dropped his jaw before hitting your hand away. “O-Oi! Y/n! Why’d ya do that?”
“Checking if I was dreaming...” you mumbled before hugging him, and everybody glanced a bit creeped out.
“I think they went crazy…” Baji huffed, pointing to you as you chuckled.
“Just had… a bad dream...” Yeah… now you could find a way to help him without getting yourself killed. You didn’t want to die again… not like you had there. “Mikey… I have a crush on you.”
“Woah! Did they just-” Baji had his mouth covered by a familiar blond female.
“Shhh,” she hissed, watching the two who had become the utter center of attention.
Mikey smiled, patting your head before pressing a kiss to your forehead, turning away giddily… right… This was Mikey before all his friends were killed, like Draken… and yourself. “Then I guess we're dating.” You smiled, at least that… whatever it had been, gave you enough confidence and urgency to tell the boy how much you wished to never leave his side.
“Aaaa! This calls for Sushi!” Emma hummed as you chuckled, pink spread throughout your face as you possessed everything.
You didn't know Valdemar could make that noise. It echoed off the dungeon walls and inside your head, almost as loud as their racing heart was. Or whatever it was inside their chest.
"Get out" they hissed as they ripped the blankets off you.
"Ha-ah, I'm... I'm sorry I didn't think you'd be fright-" You struggled to stifle your giggling.
"I don't get frightened. I am fear. Get out" Valdemar hissed again holding the blankets tight to their body. Their pupils were hardly more than a pin prick as they bore into your own, screaming at you to leave at once.
Now you've done it.
"I... I'm sorry" you smiled, rolling on to your knees. You kept your movements slow and deliberate so as not to be precieved as a threat anymore.
"Get out" they repeated, pulling the blankets up tight under their chin.
You ignored their demand as you crawled over their body, your hands and legs on either side of them.
"Val... "
"Quaestor"
You hufffed as you lowered your face to theirs.
"Quaestor, could you ever forgive me?" you sigh, pressing your hips back and crossing your arms across their chest.
"No" They jerked their head to the side, eyes ublinking. Even though Valdemar was cold to the touch, the sharp air of the dungeon was colder still as it pricked at your skin, leaving tiny goosebumps in its wake.
You planted a quick peck on their cheek "how about now?" you asked rather enthusiastically.
"No" Their reply is flat, though they allow you the pleasure of looking directly at you.
You smiled, planting more kisses anywhere you could find their skin; their nose, their forehead, their ears, their jaw. Whispering another "now?" after each kiss. They don't pull away, but they don't give you any indication of, well, anything.
Eventually your hands find their way to the Quaestor's jaw and you tilt their head up until your lips meet theirs.
You roll your hips unapologetically, for your own benefit really, until Valdemar pulls away and loosens their grip on the blankets.
"If you ever place your wretchedly cold feet on my back ever again you can considered yourself vivisected"
You crawl back into your spot under the blankets, making yourself comfortable.
