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Love can be so angelic.

Requested by @baaabyyoda​   Elizabeth Lioness x Male!reader Pronouns: he/him Warning: swear words, fights, mention of blood. 

Description: (Y/N) has a problem with one of the customers that’s chatting to Elizabeth. All he can do is sit and watch, but what if it gets out of hand by the end of the night?

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ In every sense of the term, she was a goddess.

She was stunning to him, whether she had wings or golden eyes, she was always too perfect for him. Though she was awkward at first when serving customers, she appeared to be getting the hang of it. She made talking to them look so effortless as her waist-length silver hair swirled around her. As a consequence, her cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as a result of her quick motions. (Y/N) was captivated by her beauty when she randomly first entered the tavern.

(Y/N) was no Deadly Sin. He was unaware of any remarkable abilities that he could have, and he merely assisted around the tavern whenever he could. It was terrifying at times: it's not every day that you're surrounded by a demon, an immortal, a fairy, a sun god, a giant, a sorceress, a doll, and a talking pig. Not to mention the princess of Lioness, who is also a deity, tagging along.

(Y/N) leaned against the bar counter with his eyes fixed on the woman. Men were repulsive, but the people in this area were mostly like him, so if they did anything, he'd be capable of hitting them in the face. But there was one customer specifically that irritated him; he was chatting up Elizabeth while she was completely oblivious to the obvious flirting. Despite the fact that the man couldn't grasp what the bloke was saying, she was giggling at it, and it was enough to send him over the edge. "Rather than glaring, you should ask her out, marry her, have a couple of kids and move on." "I'm not glaring." "You certainly aren't." The man sarcastically remarked, "Your eyes are just full of wrath and glaring at that bloke." He rubbed his brow, sighing impatiently. "What do you want, Ban?" Questioned (Y/N), exhausted. "Jeez nothin’, I just wanted some booze," he said as he retrieved the wooden mugs. "Well, go fetch yourself a beer and leave me alone," (Y/N) bit, extending his hand towards the door and snapping his gaze up at the towering man. "Someone's feeling feisty." Ban mischievously Before (Y/N) could smack him, a voice from his left popped up. "What's going on here?" " (Y/N) is-" "Ban is annoying me." The pink-haired man was plainly told by (Y/N). "I am not bothering you!" "Yes, you are -" The man sneakily said. The glassed male questioned, tilting his head to the side, "How come he's annoying you?" "I'm not irritating him at all!" "I'm just telling him that he's glaring holes in that poor bloke's skull," Ban remarked, pointing his thumb in the direction of Elizabeth. With a puzzled expression on his face, the slim man gazed up at Ban. "Well, unless you have laser eyes, it's impossible to gaze holes into someone's head-" "Gowther, it's a figure of speech." Ban sweat-dropped. Gowther hummed in acknowledgement and turned to face the slouched male, who was once again gazing in Elizabeth's direction. He adjusted his glasses and asked, "How come you're glaring at the man who's talking to Elizabeth?" He asks. "I'm not." (Y/N) was clearly stated. "Let's see: you have feelings for Elizabeth," Gowther stated. "A man is talking to her and she's giggling,” Gowther listed, “and you're glaring... I believe you're jealous," he observed, holding up three fingers. “I'm not jealous!" (Y/N) stood up and spun around, glaring harshly at the doll. Gowther's face was blank, and he held his hands up in a surrender stance. (Y/N) sighed and shifted his gaze. He swiped Ban's mug and smacked it around his head before storming away, accompanied by profanities from Ban. He snatched the ale from beneath the bar and poured it into the cup that had previously belonged to Ban. He rolled up his white sleeves and leaned on his elbows once more before returning the bottle where it came from. He gazed down at the yellow liquid within the mug, watching it ripple. His ears became numb from the loud noises. Did he just overreact? Possibly yes, or maybe no. He could've acknowledged to being bitter, but what exactly was he jealous of? Elizabeth's smiling face with another man? Or the fact that the man seemed to be a scumbag who shouldn't be around her. God knows. "You do realise Big Sis-sis can look after herself, right? There's no need to get all worked up over it." A sultry voice appeared next to him. He awoke from his daze and looked up to see a short black-haired woman standing to his right. Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the counter. She wasn't looking at him, though; she was looking at Elizabeth. (Y/N) returned his gaze to Elizabeth, who was still speaking with the man, before returning his gaze to his drink. "I know she can take care of herself, I'm not scared that she'll get hurt," he said, raising his finger to draw circles around the mug's rim. "It's him who gets me so bloody furious." Merlin hummed and gave him a sympathetic look before returning his attention to the matter at hand. "I must admit," Merlin muttered, "I'm irritated with that brute who is still chatting to Elizabeth." But, as I previously stated, she is OK." To be fair, she is protected by the seven deadly sins (along with a talking pig who accompanies her), so he shouldn't be concerned. But why was she still talking to him? He sighed and rubbed his brows again. He reached beneath the bar for a fancy wine glass and a glass of red wine, which he held up in a silent question. (Y/N) began pouring her drink once Merlin nodded. "Where has the captain disappeared to?" (Y/N) asked as he slid the drink towards her. Merlin took the glass in her slender hands and brought it up to her lips. "He's over there in the corner speaking with some customers. Mostly women." Before taking a drink of the bitter beverage, she double-checked. "How about King? What's he up to?" "Trying to strike up a conversation with Diane. Poor guy..." "At the very least, he's attempting..." (Y/N) murmured, taking a small jab at himself. Merlin took note of this but remained silent. “Gowther?” While leaning on his elbows once more, the male asked. "Hm," Merlin observed as he peered around, "bothering Ban, who is currently plastered" “The guy is such a lightweight…” (Y/N) murmured. "How's your relationship with your boyfriend going?" With a grin, (Y/N) asked before taking a mouthful of his brew. "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Please!" Escanor! You two have something going on!" (Y/N) chuckled. This did not amuse Merlin. "Hey, I'm just saying," the male grinned once more. While sipping her glass, Merlin kept her poker expression. "But really, where has he gone?" "Can't you hear him?" He's yelling his new poem at the top of his lungs over there." Merlin motioned to Escanor, who stood at the tavern's entrance. He was greeting the guests with his amazing poetry abilities, which (Y/N) thought was hilarious. "Sir, please! I need to speak to the other customers-" Merlin and (Y/N)'s heads sprang up in response to Elizabeth's distressed tone. The man took her arm in his and leaned his face close to hers. Elizabeth tried to escape, but the guy had her in his grip. (Y/N) couldn't understand a word he said, but whatever it was, it made Elizabeth feel very uncomfortable. (Y/N)'s blood began to boil almost immediately. He tossed his drink to the side and leapt across the counter. "Go get 'em Loverboy..." Merlin murmured as she sipped her wine again. He pushed past the drunks, smack in the middle in the thick of the chaos. "Don't fucking touch her you scum!" He yelled as he harshly shoved the drunken man. the unexpected appearance, Elizabeth let out a shocked yelp. (Y/N) received a snarl by the brute, who stood up straight again, staring (Y/N) down. The guy spat, "Stay out of this kid." "She asked you to stay away from her." "Oh, Is she your girlfriend?" He asked mockingly. He was surrounded by laughter. (Y/N) glared but looked down to find Elizabeth with a delicate touch on his (Y/N) arm. "Let's just leave; it's OK." The man thought over his options. He has two choices: either kick the shit out of this man or gently get Elizabeth out of the tavern. (Y/N) sighed and gently tugged the silver head after him, whispering, "Let's go." Elizabeth's face was flushed, and her eyes were welling up with tears. He was being called a "coward" and told to "come back" by a man behind him. He wanted to punch the taller man in the face, but Elizabeth was already scared enough as it is. He didn't have to fight his desires since the drunken brute grabbed the back of his shirt. The wind was nearly knocked out of him. He wiped around without thinking, and his fist connected with the man's stubble jaw. This resort with people roaring who were desperate to see a fight take place. "(Y/N) please don't!" Elizabeth screamed. He forgot she was there for a single second. However, while staring at her, the man was grabbed and punched in the face. This was greeted with chants around the tavern, and the Sins began to notice what was going on. Despite the adrenaline surging through his veins, (Y/N) was bleeding from the forehead and could feel blood dripping down his face. He clenched his palm and threw it about aimlessly, his fist colliding with the man's nose, which received a loud crack and a yell of pain. He could feel someone pulling him back at that point. Ban was the culprit. (Y/N) was panting heavily and taking rapid breaths. However, in the midst of the circle, a short blonde man appeared. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, fellas," Meliodas said with a closed eye grin, "but you and your buddies are going to have to go!" The mostly drunken man gazed up at him, wide-eyed and cradling his bleeding nose. “What?! He started it-" "No, I believe you did," Meliodas answered, his grin clear as the sun. With a 'tch,' the guy unsteady rose off the floor. "Fine, let's go." When the alcoholic informed his table, they all left embarrassed. "All right, everybody! Please continue!" Meliodas exclaimed happily. Ban slowly let go of the irritated male, waiting to see whether he would run out of the room and start a fight. but he merely gazed at the door, which surprised the taller male. "Are you alright?" ban asked. "Yeah," (Y/N) said, "Are you okay?" (Y/N) asked Elizabeth. She didn't respond or even look at him. He was taken aback. Did he do something wrong? Didn't she need help? However, Elizabeth grabbed the bleeding man's arm and hauled him towards the steps. Ban let out a mocking holler, causing Merlin to smack him around the head. The two made it to the tavern's balcony. The man was puzzled as to why she had brought him up here, but she just murmured, "Sit," and pointed to the wooden bench. He just sat there silently, waiting for her to do anything. The woman sat down in front of him and began to cure the wound by lifting her hands over it. It was warm. It was reassuring. (Y/N) simply gazed at her diamond eyes, waiting for her to establish eye contact. She was completely focused on the cut. Her brows were furrowed, and she had a concentrated expression on her face. Elizabeth flushed nervously after making eye contact with the man for a few seconds before returning her gaze to the nearly healed wound. "There," she murmured after a few moments. (Y/N)'s gaze followed her as she dropped her hands. After a minute of stillness, faint weeping could be heard. (Y/N) raised her head to look at the girl in front of her. Although her hair concealed her eyes, he could tell that she was crying. The man, unsure what to do, wrapped his arms around her, and she sobbed in the crook of his neck while securely tightening her arms around him. "I feel so weak," she said, "since it was because of me that you got into that pointless fight and were harmed!" I was capable of handling myself, but I-" More tears streamed down Elizabeth's cheeks, cutting her off. (Y/N) was taken aback. Is that how she felt? That she was the reason he was hurt? His hands moved slowly to her shoulders, gently pushing her back so he could see her eyes. "I don't believe you're weak in the slightest. I know you were capable of handling yourself, but my instincts kicked in and I followed my intuition. Don't blame yourself; I was just trying to protect you, and there was nothing you could do." She gave him a wide-eyed stare. He was only grinning at her. "To be honest, the entire time I was watching that guy chatting to you." It irritated me how close he was to you and how often he hit on you, and bleh-" Elizabeth chuckled at his disgusted expression, and her laugh was contagious. The princess hugged him once again, but this time she smiled beautifully. "Thank you" "Random question, but since you're the princess of Lioness, couldn't you guys report him?" "I will if he does it to me or anybody else again," she says, "but I believe his Sins frightened him." She laughed. “Huh?! "How about me?" "Yes, you as well!" They laughed together. Everything was okay. Everything seemed so... perfect when (Y/N) was alone with her, they were laughing. The laughing went away, and they locked gazes. No one said anything as they silently stared at each other. The noise and music from downstairs appeared to block everything out. Only them, the balcony, and the night sky seemed to exist. Before either of them realised it, they began to lean in closer together. It was slow and heart-pounding, yet it was also soothing. Their lips pressed together. All thoughts and worries faded away as if it were just the two of them together. They moved closer without breaking the kiss. They didn't want to end it; they just wanted to be together. The kiss was just heavenly. They sat up straight and pressed their foreheads together, panting slightly, before gazing into one other's dazzling eyes when they ran out of breath. “Wow.” "Yeah, wow" They exchanged a soft giggle before staring into one other's eyes once again. "I apologise if this is a little late, but would you want to go out on a date with me?" Elizabeth laughed and shook her head at the ground before leaning in and wrapping her arms around (Y/N)'s neck, and gazing into his eyes. "I'd be delighted to." She murmured this before kissing him again. (Y/N) securely wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing their bodies closer together. He just hoped that wouldn't be their final kiss.

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Authors note: Second fanfiction out! I’m sorry if this isn’t great. this was requested by my best-friend! I do apologise if this is bad! If you want to request something please do! <3 (If theres any grammar mistakes I do apologise!)

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Bubbly date!... Gone wrong? Part (1/2)

Requested by @baaabyyoda​  Ochako Uraraka x male!reader  Pronouns: he/him Warnings: couple of swear words (other than that nothing)

Description: (Y/N) has a huge crush on a bubbly girl in his class, but physically cannot talk to her or think about her without blowing a fuse. And the problem is, he wants to ask her out for a date, but how can he do that when he panics all the time?

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He couldn’t talk to her.

He couldn't make eye contact.

He couldn’t even utter her name.

Thinking about her laugh was just enough to make his heart speed up at an unusual rate. it made it hard to do classes with her, or to do anything. He could be talking to his friends and her voice would pop up in the background and he would immediately stop functioning properly.

Even little things made him think of her. basically anything pink was most likely to make him think of her. He saw a cat a little while ago on his way to school and he stopped for a few minutes to talk and stroke the cat. It was a simple black cat that was just walking along the pavement on a chilly early spring morning. He remembered crouching down to his knees to pick the thing up from under its arms. it looked at him and tilted his head in question and meowed. (Y/N) smiled at the cute animal until he caught on to its paws. Bright pink beans. 

Her hands... Her hands are similar to cats.

It was just simply her that made him swoon, and it was getting that bad too, affecting his ‘out-of-school-life’ with everything. He sees a bubble he immediately thinks of her face. He sees pink mochi, he thinks of her rosy cheeks. sees chocolate, thinks of her hair. sees a bird, thinks of her quirk. It was actually ridiculous!

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he covered his mouth with his hand. He could feel how hot his face was under it, he just knew he looked like a tomato. Everyone's voice bounced around the classroom walls, various different conversations all happening at once. (Y/N) tried to focus on one voice just, trying to get his mind off everything. But of course, he could just hear her laugh amongst everything. 

“Talk to her.” A monotone voice came from his left. (Y/N) nearly choked on his saliva from the sudden voice. “What?” He asked and looked at the owner of the voice, while his hand slowly came off his face. “Talk to Ochako.” Todoroki said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. (Y/N)’s mind went blank. He blinked a few times as if he didn’t hear him. “Huh-?”

“You like her don’t you?” Shoto asked bluntly. And (Y/N) did. Very much. But he was still trying to process everything that just happened within the first ten seconds of todoroki talking. “Uhh, well, yeah but-”

“So talk to her.” He said flatly.

(Y/N)’s mouth was opening and closing like a fish, trying to form a sentence to go against the two-toned bluntness. He was shocked. Shoto wasn't the type of person to get involved in this. in-fact, he’s usually totally oblivious to anything romantic related. like, (Y/N) knew that he didn't try to hide it (or he just couldn't) but you could be stuttering in front of him because you like him and he would look you dead in the eyes and ask if you got a condition.

(Y/N) dropped his head as his arm lent against the chair, hand rubbing his forehead in frustration, groaning. But his mid crisis was cut short when Todoroki spoke, but not to him.

“Izuku, Iida.” Todoroki greeted. (Y/N) looked up at this to see his green mop haired friend and his sophisticated buddy. He sat up straight and leant against his desk on his elbows. He threw the duo a smile as a greeting, which he received a hand-chop-hello from Iida and a polite hello from Deku. Todoroki and (Y/N) stood up in unison. The four had the same idea to pull some desks and chairs together so they could all sit together, though it did earn a lecture from Iida to make sure we put it all back to how it was before Aizawa gets back.

Once they were all situated in their ‘respective places’ they started to make small talk. Iida sat up straight, Izuku was slightly slouched but hands were on the edge of his chair, Todoroki simply sat back straight against his chair, and (Y/N) lent on the desk on his elbows once again.

Everything was going well until he stopped mid sentence because heard her gorgeous giggles again. everything froze or did everyone else go silent? God he needed to get over this.

“Uh, (Y/N), you okay?” Izuku looked at the pink male in concern.

“Huh?” He blinked,

“How come you went so quiet?” The blue haired asked, pushing up his glasses from the side. “Oh, it's his crush on Ochako.” Todoroki said nonconatly.

“Dude! What the hell?!” (Y/N) wiped to his left to stare wide eyed at the two toned male. “Did I say something wrong?” God this man.

`“Well no- not wrong- you’re right but- Still!” (Y/N) waved his hands in the air trying to make sense of his own sentence that he didn't understand himself. “’Still’ what?” Shoto asked, tilting his head to the side. Oh my god...

“I think what he’s trying to say is Shoto, you weren't supposed to mention it or say anything...” Deku sweat-dropped. (Y/N) groaned loudly and dropped his head into his crossed arms on the desk.

(Y/N)’s face felt hot for the millionth tie that day, and he didn't know if it was from embarrassment or frustration or humiliation? His leg was bouncing along with his heart, that was pounding in his ears. Something was tugging inside his chest. He really was a love sick puppy that doesn't know what to do with himself. He hasn't spoken to her once for the entire time they’ve all been in Class 1A, whether it's during class or training sessions, or outside of school. 

(Y/N) couldn't deny his crush on the beautiful brunette. In his opinion, he didn't even try, he just got flustered every time it was mentioned. Either that, or he was just really obvious. His head turned to his right, away from the boys. His arm covered most of his red face, along with his hair. So many thoughts ran through his head, some thoughts that already ran through his mind before coming through.

‘Am I acting creep-ish? Does she think I'm weird? Should I stop? She's never shown any interest in me. Am I overreacting? Why do I get so scared over every little thing to do with her?’

God, why was love (or whatever this was) so confusing?

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(Y/N) swayed side to side on his swivel chair as he bobbed his head to the music playing through his headphones. He looked back and forth between the book he was writing in and the textbook he was copying from. He was on a roll, all he had to do was this last piece of homework and he’d be done for the week! it was already 5:38 pm which wasn’t too bad considering doing all the homework he put off this week. 

The teen finished the sentence he was working on, leaned back on his cushioned chair and sighed. He flicked his black ink pen up and down fast out of boredom. He kept telling himself not to get distracted, have a break, but don’t get distracted. He carried on bopping his head slowly to the song he was listening to trying to keep himself awake. He didn’t realise how tired he was. He is usually this tired by this point. With being at Japan’s biggest hero schools, the effort you have to put into your work, balancing your personal life. And in his case... having a heart attack every five minutes because your crush does something-

“God fucking damnit-” (Y/N) chucked his pen harshly at the desk and rubbed the palms of his hands against his eyes out of frustration. (Y/N) tried to sit up, “I really need to grow the hell up, man-” But he paused mid-way. He froze when he heard a vibration come from his desk. Was the music playing against his ears or did he get a notification? 

He slowly reached up to take his headphones off and hang them around his neck. He looked at the phone in confusion. He pressed pause on the song and went off the app he was using. His thumb glided across the screen looking through apps, partially messaging apps.

Instagram = nothing

Snapchat = nothing

Facebook Messenger = nothing

Whatsapp = nothing-

Wait... Messages?

We saw number one pinned at the corner of the green app, saying he's got a new message. Who would be messaging him? Todoroki doesn't text (simple as that), Deku is probably doing homework, and Iida... is probably doing... Iida things?

He opened the green app before seeing an unrecognisable number. He was slightly scared but he opened it up anyway, praying to an unknown god that he didn't get a digital virus. 

Unknown number Hey! is this (Y/N)?

Me Uhh, I’m sorry. Who is this?

Unknown number Oh! I’m sorry! It's Ochako Uraraka <3. I’m in your class at UA?

Holy mother of god-

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Authors note: I couldn’t find the request but it was from @baaabyyoda. Who is also my best-friend so :D. Also, this is my first fanfiction/Oneshot, so if this is bad I do apologise. Let me know how this is!!! <3