#worksbykari

[theveiledmaiden]

yandere!shigaraki, who worshipped you. who kissed the ground that you walked upon, who sang praises at your altar, who sacrificed anyone for you. he wanted to own you- no, he wanted to be you. his wanted to peel your skin back and crawl inside. he wanted to see all the blood, bones, and tendons that made up your perfect body. he wanted to be one with you, to live inside you and be embraced by your never ending warmth. his pitiful inferiority makes him seethe with self loathing, but goddammit, he fucking needed you. you were his goddess, his religion, his salvation. all his crimes, all his sins, all the blood on his hands, washed away with just one caress. the hunger satiated, the pain soothed, you were the key to everything. you were his one and only path to righteousness, and he’d walk it until his feet bled and his body decayed.

yandere!dabi, who knows you like he knows the back of his hand. the late nights spent watching you through your window, following you home to make sure you got there safely, he’s memorized your schedule, every odd habit you have, all the intimate moments when you think no ones around. in a way, he realizes he’s already fallen in love with you, despite not ever having said a word to you. as he watches the rise and fall of your chest, eyes closed and breathing even, he realizes with a pounding heart that you make him want to be saved. part of him is disgusted, desperately trying to remember why he started down this path. but a much larger, much stronger part of him knows that if you’d asked him to, he’d give it all up; the fighting, the hiding in the shadows, being the big bad monster. your eyebrow furrows for a second as you release a tired groan. you fuss in your sleep, and he’s struck with the epiphany that the depth of his feelings for you terrifies him. it makes him want to claw his eyes out, rip his heart from his body and crush it between his fingers for betraying him. he wants to destroy the world around him so you have no choice but to come to him. he brushes your hair from your face, and it takes everything in him to swallow those feelings down.

yandere!hawks, who just wants someone to love him for who he is. just wants someone to see him as keigo takami and not pro-hero hawks. wants someone to hold him, to touch him gently with no ulterior motives or ill intentions. wants unconditional, unbridled love; true love. he’s never felt it, in himself or in anyone else, the commission never would’ve allowed him to feel anything that they didn’t approve of. but if he was being honest with himself, he never knew what he was missing until he met you. you, who was kind to everyone and everything without expecting anything in return. he knew you could give him what he needed, craved. he knew your gentle caress could smooth over his rough edges, knew the sound of your voice would drown out the horrible thoughts in his head. he knew that with you by his side, he’d be untouchable to the world around him. nothing could stop him; not the commission, or the world, or even god himself could hold keigo back from loosing himself in you.

[o-winterqueen-o]

Just my silly little contribution to MXTX rarepair week for the free day with some cute PupXin and FerretLian because I am always weak for cute FengLian ^^ Feng Xin is simply the best taxi service for his Dianxia <3

[worksbykari]

good luck to everyone pulling for kokomi!!! may you have better luck than me!

[theveiledmaiden]

gojo satoru x reader, rival!gojo, nonsorcerer!au, academic!au

in hindsight, you realize maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to sneak into the boys locker room. however, you were backed against a wall with no other choices, and gojo satoru’s locker contained something that could kill you from embarrassment should he ever discover it’s contents; your diary.

specifically, a page you had written when you were young and naive and undeniably in love with him in 8th grade. it was a long time ago. before you had entered high school, where he became your rival and arch-nemesis. no one could really blame you for your crush though. gojo had always been the class heartthrob, but you knew that if he found out, he’d never let you live it down.

you hadn’t meant for him to find it, for anyone to find it, but you accidentally put it with your textbooks in your bag the night before. the issue is, you made plans to study at the library during your free period, and had emptied everything in your backpack onto the table. you turned your back for a second, one second to pick up the pencil you had dropped on the floor, and the next thing you knew, the bane of your existence was skipping away with your diary in his hands.

somehow, someway, the universe always seems to favor the boy with starlight in his hair and oceans in his eyes. that becomes glaringly obvious when your plan to crack the code on his locker fails. before you can even come up with a plan b, you hear the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now from behind you. “what exactly do you think you’re doing, brat?”

the thing about gojo satoru was, he had everything; wealth, influence, intelligence, looks, connections, popularity, an endless list of girls lining up for a chance with him. it infuriated you, that he looked down at you, that he thought he was better than you. you had accomplished as much as he had with absolutely none of the privileges.

your family, although supportive, did not have nearly enough money to send you to this prestigious school, relying on your hard earned scholarships to pay your way. you worked hard, studying long hours, to be one of the top students in your class, second to only gojo himself. you did extracurriculars to build your resume for college, and even took on a part time job to help with your household finances.

so why the hell was this spoiled, rotten child, who has always been handed things on a silver platter, calling you a brat?

you close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to breath and collect yourself before slowly turning around to face him. and much like every other decision that has led you to this moment, you end up regretting it.

he adorns nothing but a towel hung low on his waist, hair wet and water dripping down his chest. you feel your cheeks burn, and try your best to appear unbothered by the sight. “what does it look like, idiot?” you seethe, ignoring the stares of the other boys who were also freshly showered and filtering into the locker room. “i’m trying to get back what you stole.”

at that, the corner of gojo’s lips quirk up into a taunting smirk. “first of all, i didn’t steal it.” you shift nervously as he steps closer to you. “second of all, it’s not my fault you left it unattended.”

“i didn’t leave it unattended!” you immediately defend yourself. “i wouldn’t have looked away for a second if i knew you were such a thief!”

“right.” gojo scoffs, his eyes rolling before finding yours again. “well maybe if you weren’t this irresponsible, you wouldn’t always be second place.”

that stupid comment has your eyes narrowing at him and blood boiling beneath your skin. he’s baiting you, you realize, trying to get a reaction and rise out of you, like he always does. but at this point, you can’t really find it in you to contain yourself like usual. before you can think it through, your rage, embarrassment, and shame has your fist flying towards his face, where it collides with his jaw.

you hear both shocked and amused gasps from onlookers, and you watch in horror as the gym teacher pushes his way through the crowd. “principals office. now.” he grits out, and you feel your heart drop. as you walk away, you spare a glance at gojo, only to see him staring into the space you were once standing, with that irritating smirk on his face.

[theveiledmaiden]

when the sun had set and disappeared behind the horizon, gojo satoru could not lie to himself any longer. he could not hide behind his rationalizing, or his charming persona, or even his god-like power. there was no point in denying it, in the dark, with only himself to witness his own unraveling; he wanted to be yours.

it drove him insane.

it was in the way you looked at him; untainted, like you expected nothing from him, expected nothing of him. it was in the way you spoke to him; there was no deceit in the dulcet tones of your voice. it was in the way you touched him; every caress, every brush of your skin against his never lingered with any ulterior motive or hidden intent. you were refreshing.

you kept him grounded.

he could not help the fire that spread throughout his chest, when he thought about it for too long. the desperation constricted his lungs like a snake wrapped around its prey, and suddenly he felt the urge to cry. he could not stop the intense longing that threatened to crawl up his throat, foam at his mouth. you were unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and you left him wanting.

it hurt.

yes, he wanted to be yours, but more importantly, he wanted you to be his. he wanted to be able to slide under the covers without worry, hide behind your legs like a child when things got too hard. he just wanted to be held, wanted this burden on his shoulders to be lifted, even if just a bit. he wanted to drown in you, let you purify and cleanse him. and when the world expected too much from the one they called the strongest, he would be reborn again through you. he was supposed to be a god, but you were the one he worshipped.

you were his salvation.

[theveiledmaiden]

the heavens above or the cosmos below could never compare to the feeling of laying in your arms, shoto thinks. to bask in your light, in your warmth, he figures he must’ve been a saint in his past life. the feeling is indescribable. the feeling of safety, security, everything he’s never had surrounds him; blankets him as your arms do, weaves through the strands of his hair as your fingers do, thumps in his ears as your heartbeat does.

he syncs his breathing to yours, comforted in the rise and fall of your chest. you’re fast asleep, exhausted from the long shift. your arms around him subconsciously squeeze him tighter to you, and it brings tears to his eyes. he had never known this softness before you, and he knows he’ll never find it anywhere else again.

in the silence of the night, with only the moon to keep him company, his mind wanders to earlier that day, when he had picked you up from work and watched through the glass windows as you waved your coworkers goodbye. you hadn’t seen him yet, but he observed the breathtaking smile that graced your face. the smile that hooked and reeled him in, you so freely gave to others. it was irrational, to be jealous, especially when he knows he’s the only one who gets to experience moments like this with you, laying in your arms. but he can’t help the feelings that flood him and spread through his veins like wildfire when he thinks of you sharing these moments with anyone else. the image simultaneously enrages and terrifies him, makes him desperate to please and keep you.

briefly, the thought of using his quirk on you crosses his mind. no one would want you if you were mutilated, skin charred and ugly. you’d be his, and his only. he dismisses the idea the same second it forms, but the guilt hits him instantly. bile rises in his throat as he thinks of his father, of his mother. the scar surrounding his eye throbs with the memories of his childhood and the pain that accompanies it. he squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on your delicate fingers in his hair, and the pain soothes, the bad thoughts subside.

a soft sigh escapes his lips as he readjusts his head on your chest, gazing at you through heavy lids. just the sight of you reassures him, the peace displayed across your divine features reminds him of what home feels like. finally, he lets his eyes slide close, and sleep comes easily to him in your embrace.

[o-winterqueen-o]

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Mu Qing; G1-O3 for this expression meme as requested by @animedoragon

[worksbykari]

~ carry me away like fall leaves on a chilly mountain breeze ~