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villainsimpqueen · 9 months

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Late nights

One shot i wrote for @nin3kyuu a while back.

Ja x Recom reader x Lopez

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Dinner was always interesting; it was where you learned more and more about your other partners in the Recombinant unit. You weren't from the original team being a daughter of a doctor who worked on the Rising Phoenix project, Your mother found a way to bring you back in a new body. Fully conscious and not aware of your death, Thus your mothers illegal motives you were placed in the Recombinant squad. You practiced being a medic, and you were good at being one. You liked learning about the other Recombinants and getting time to bond with them at the dinner table. Though tonight you were reserved from your outgoing bouncing self and it seemed the team had noticed.

"What's wrong mami?" Lopez asked you from across the table and your eyes went up to him giving him a tired smile.

"Nothing just tired is all." You told him to wave away your sleepy face.

"Didn't sleep good last night?" Ja asked, taking interest away from the others and towards you.

"Hardly any at all actually." you told them as you yawned, your tail curled behind you as you involuntarily stretched. "It was like two am hits and I was wide awake…I felt drugged honestly."

"Oh you get them too mami?" Lopez asked you and you tilted your head at him, your ears twitching with your confusion.

"Get what?" You asked them.

"Jitters."

"Zoomies."

Both men said towards you and you blinked owlishly at them both.

"Ja and I woke up about tuen like clockwork and we just went to the east wing. no apartments are there and we use it's maze of hallways as a running zone." Lopez explained.

"You wake up just to run around?" You asked them a smile forming on your face at the ridiculous notion.

"Yea once ya get it all out you sleep like a log. Best sleep i think i ever gotten in both my lives." Ja told you and Lopez nodded.

"You should join us next time you get a case of zoomies." Lopez invited you.

You tossed and turned in your bed, no matter how many times you shifted and found a comfortable spot you felt an annoying tremble in your legs and arms. Your tail kept flexing as if it was curling and uncurling.

You turned facing the hologrammed alarm clock, eyes diluting to its dull glow as you read the screen's time.

2:15am

You felt utterly restless and you thought back to the dinner conversation earlier that night.

"Zoomies huh?" You said to yourself and found yourself getting out of your bed. You expected to be sluggish like you had yesterday's morning but you were surprised by how bouncy you were. You felt like you had tons of energy and you moved to slip on some short shorts over your panties as you headed towards your door. You were practically silent as you moved through the quarters common area and left out the door. Your eyes moved along the darkened hallways, only small led lights glowed on the bottom sides illuminating the walls faintly. It reminded you of the small movie theaters back on earth. Your ears perked up as you listened for sounds not hearing anyone you began to move down the hall to the east wing. That was where mostly offices were stations for people to do their paperwork and a small meeting room but there were many hallways on that end of the base.

Once you entered the east wings doors your ears perked up not hearing any sounds you had started with a walk. You weren't sure what to really do but you noticed how your eyes adjusted to the dark a little. Your tail slashed as your ears twitched. You felt that restlessness in your limbs and you began to move from a walk to a jog until you were full on running. You couldn't help the laughs that left you as you ran through hall and hall.

Your ears perked and you slid to a painstaking stop your eyes stared into the darkness in front of you the small led lights doing their best to light up the halls but ultimately failed. Your ears twitched as you focused your tail tensing and twitched.

You could hear someone breathe heavily and as your eyes trained on the direction of their breathing soon you were able to faintly make out Lopez.

His eyes dilated wide, his ears perked and tail swayed slowly, calculating as his eyes focused on you. Your own ears twitched as you felt your muscles tense but not in fear, in anticipation as your tail twitched.

You heard Lopez make an inhuman noise and your body jolted. You found yourself running away from him down the hall's ears picking up on the second pair of bare feet slapping against tiled floors as he chased you.

You felt your heart race with excitement as you turned a sharp corner taking it down. You felt a soft jolt of your tail causing you to jump making a shrill. Panding on the pads of your feet you turned, twisting with ease to catch sight of Lopez letting out an airy laugh as he took off down the hall.

Your eyes dilated into slits as you took off down the hallway chasing the man. Your eyes taking in the glow of his freckles down his back as they glowed. He was shirtless only being in sweatpants, it seemed that he was comfortable or has done this many times to not have to worry about anyone being here.

You were gaining on him, reaching out to snatch Lopez's tail when a blur of dark blue came flying from a hallways interception tackling Lopez to the ground and jumping back from Lopez swiping at them to drag them down as he rolled onto the back to his side.

Your eyes adjusted and you watched their ears twitch before you were met with the eyes of Ja. You watch his eyes widen at the sight of you how his tail slashed behind him and your ears picked up from the squeaking of bare feet on tiled ground as Ja took off back down the hallway once he came from. You felt your restless limbs jolt, hurling you down the hallway as you took off after Ja.

You could hear the churring of Lopez and the squeaking of tile on feet and soon the rushing of footsteps behind you as Lopez took off down the hall after the both of you.

Ja was now the prey in the game and you both had full intentions of beating each other ro hunt him.

The halls echoed with Cat like chirps and churns, noises bounced from the three of you as you all darted down halls.

Ja turned down a hall and you grabbed the corner of the walls sliding into the halls on your heels. Using the momentum you gained you slinged yourself at the man crashing into him and grabbed at him to bring him to the ground, your tail swaying widley. You both tumbled to the hallway floor sliding and soon your ears picked up the screeching of heels trying to slow down.

"Oh shit!" You heard Lopez exclaim before you felt someone collided into both you and ja causing you all to tumble more and slide down the hall.

You landed on your back and you laughed, you felt so much glee and excitement coursing through your veins as you laughed.

Your ears perked up at the sounds of the mens laughter joining you. The body to your left moved up on their arms and you were greeted with the bright eyes of Ja as he laughed, his eyes crinkling in delight as he stared at you. You felt a giggle of glee leave you as you looked into his radiant eyes. Your tail twitched as you noticed how close Ja's face was towarfs and soon you felt his soft lips pressing against yours. A noise of surprise left you and you felt a rush of a different excitement course down to your legs. Your sound caused Ja to jerk back, shock and embarrassment formed on his face as one of guilt.

"I'm sorry i shouldn't have done tha-mmmm" The man purred as you pushed up rejoining your lips to his soft ones. A purr leaving you as you felt him slip his tongue into your mouth tasting you confidently. Your ears pierced to the sound of another, a noise of interest and you pulled away from Ja eyes landing onto Lopez glowing ones and you crawled to him pressing your lips to his feeling how warm he was. Lopez let out a groan and a hand grabbed at your side as he pressed back into you.

You broke the kiss to breath and you could hear both men panting.

"Damn mami." Lopez hushly spoke. You noticed his other hand moving to grab your other hip and you felt that jolt of restlessness rush through you. You grinned at him catching his attention before you shoved him back into the halls floor scrambling up as quick you could you barreled down the hallway hearing the echoing sounds of the men scrambling up after you the sounds of hissing and slight thumping sounds told you that they were working against each other and it gave you enough time to slip down several hallways.

Your eyes quickly moved to the doors sliding towards you as you opened it, turning to close it quietly as you barreled down cubicles of small offices. You heard the door slide open and ducked into the nearest one moving to hide under the desk, a tight fit but you found if you just squeezed your muscles right you could fit underneath.

Your ears strained as you listened for Lopez and Ja. You could hear their panting and you had to force your own to quiet down as your tail twitched.

You almost jerked away from your hiding spot when you watched Ja move past the cubical. The sound of cat-like chirping moved through the office as both men hunted you down.

You hear the chirping grow distant and carefully moved from under the desk. Pausing to hear if it was still far away you went to quietly rush out of the cubical only to have strong arms wrap around you causing you to jerk and yelp in surprise.

You were quickly shoved into a different cubicle onto its thin walls as a growl like purr left the man who found you.

"Having fun mami?" Lopez whispered in your ear causing your tail to curl at how husky it sounded, a purr leaving you as you looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Damn i walked passed her." Ja muttered as he turned the corner of the cubical eyes landing on you pinned underneath Lopez's arms.

"You lost Ja." Lopez teased before slipping his knee between your legs hiking you up onto his upper thigh, you gasped ears twitching as you felt him rub it into you, The friction against your clit was spine quaking as you arched your tail spasming as you let out a soft moan.

You heard the sliding of a desk and you briefly wondered what was Ja doing.

"Pretty strong desk." Ja spoke towards Lopez and the man pulled from above you, his hands gripping your wrists as he moved you to that desk pinning you to it. Your stomach pressed flat on its smooth surface, your pelvic pitched on its corner as Lopez hands trailed down your back to your shorts.

"You're gonna take me raw mami and all of me got it?" Lopez whispered in your ear before nipping at it causing you to gasp your tail curling.

"Yes!" You whispered back as you felt your shorts and panties being dragged off of your hips exposing your already twitching pussy to the office's cold air causing a hiss to leave you and a groan to leave one of the men.

You felt a finger rub against your clit before moving through your pussys lips before hooking inside moving your body into position you shuttered walls trying to clench down on that finger a moan leaving you as you were forced to spread your legs apart. The hooked finger pumped into you once and then twice teasing you as it pulled out causing you to whine.

A sharp pain shot up from your left ass cheek before a greedily hand squeezed an ass full of your ass. You soon felt something large and warm tease your clit before sliding between your pussy lips before starting to nestle inside of your tight entrance and you moaned shuttering forward grasping the desk for support as your walls were forced open around Lopez's large dick.

You heard him let out a hiss and felt a jerk of his hips and you let out a small shuttering yelp as you felt his dick plunge all the way into your pussy. Deeply tucked inside of your cunts throbbing walls.

A groan left Lopez as his hand balled up the bottom of your shirt taking in a handful.

"damn." You heard Ja groan and you heard a clicking of a holotablet taking a photo.

You shuttered underneath Lopez and you behan to shake your ass slowly fucking yourseld on his dick causing the man to groan.

"Fuck y/n." Lopez hissed as he grabbed a first full of your hair tugging it back causing you to gasp.

"Fuck man..Fuck her already." Ja pleaded for you as he groaned, from the side of your vision you saw him pumping his own large dick as he watched.

Lopez hissed and you were jerked forward with a thrust of his hips, a loud moan leaving you as you clawed at the desk for support.

You felt him pump his long veiny dick in and out of your pulsating pussy, the tip of his dick beginning to hit your cervix as he pounded into you. You were moaning and purring as you felt him pick up the space, your walls desperately providing your slick, causing the cubicle to echo with the wet sloppy sounds of Lopez dick pumping into your soaked pussy. You moved your hips desperate to meet him in the middle of each thrust, loving the way he was stretching you wide open even though your cervix was starting to slowly spread open for him as he pounded deeper and deeper into your cunt.

You felt a sting on your ass cheek jerking you forward with a loud moan as Lopez's hand came crashing against your ass once again, he rubbed it softly for only a moment before smacking down on it again and again groaning at how you clenched tightly around him causing his dick to throb. You felt pain and pleasure course from your ass and scalp from the ass smacking and how he pulled deliciously on your hair your ears were a twitching mess, Listening to his moans and growls and hearing the sharo pants and moans of Ja your pussy throbbed even more unsatisfied until you had both Lopez and Jas cumm soaking every crevic of your slutty pussy. You wanted to be used by both of them and ypur whorish mouth moaned out how much you need them.

"More! more please!" You cried out gasping as a smack against your ass and a hand wrapping around your tail pulling it towards him.

You fell limp on the desk a mewling moaning mess as your felt your insides tremble and snapp, Your ears heard the snapping noise of the hologram tablet Ja was using and moaned one more trying to spread your legs more to hopefully make your throbbing pussy more pretty for his camera.

"Fuck…Y/n you fuckimg whore." Ja moaned as the sound of beeping was made telling you he was recording you being pounded into the desk by Lopez. You shuttered as you mewled at the feeling of your tail being tugged by Lopez you heard his uneven breathing and felt his thrusts grow rougher before he pushed deep as he could go and you felt his warm thick cum pour into your aching pussy.

You moaned as he softly pumped himself in and out of you, your walls demanding to milk every drop of his cum into your needy walls. Lopez settled panting, you felt his hand softly move through your hair detangling it as he panted.

You felt his lips kiss the tip of your ear.

"Good girl mami." he whispered into your ear causing that burning sensation to rekindle in between your legs as you could feel your heartbeat throb through your clit, your pussy begging for more as you felt it tighten around Lopez as he pulled his dick from you, the slow drag of veiny meat against your aching walls.

You felt cold only for a minute before warm hands rested on your hips moving you to where you were on your back. Hands spreading your thighs wide open exposing your pussy. you moved your eyes to his which focused on your dripping cunt, your ears twitched at the snapping sound of another picture before Ja looked you in the eyes a devilish smirk on his face as he licked his fangs.

"Gonna make that your contact picture~" He teased you, causing you to shiver.

The possibility of the others seeing your dripping spread open cunt on his Hologram tablet if you called or text him was high but you felt a sickening sensation of pleasure, the filthy sight of your pussy for the whole recom team to see.

You moaned as you felt Ja swirl his thumb slowly on your clit causing your already dripping cunt to gush.

"Ready babygirl?" Ja asked you and you nodded with a whine.

"Yes please!" You pleaded for him, spreading your thighs closer to your chest, spreading yourself wide open for him.

"Fuck…Your such a slut." Ja hissed as he rubbed his tip against your sloppy begging pussy. You didn't need to whine or cry for him as he plunged the length of his dick deep inside of you causing you to let your head fall back as you moaned. Ja didn't wait for you to adjust before he started thrusting quickly, his dick quickly gliding against your slicken walls causing you to gasp and reach up to him your claws digging into the back of his shoulders as your arms wrapped around his beck.You heard the man hiss and cuss at you in spanish, nothing but the most filthy things leaving his mouth as he pounded your back into the desk. A hand going to your thigh holding it tightly his own claws digging into the soft flesh. Your moans quickened as your pussy clenched around his dick. You moaned for him and you were cut off with his lips pressing harshly to yours. His other hand sliding up your shirt to your boobs cupping your left one as he slipped his tounge into your kouth tasting you swirling it slowly around yours as he fucked you harshly against the squeeaking desk.

"You're gonna break that thing." Lopez warned. Your eyes opened and looked to the side seeing him sprawled out on the small office chair that looked like a childs chair underneath him as you moaned into Jas kiss.

Ja pulled away as you pointed he squeezed your thigh as he rolled your left nipple between his fingers causing you to squeal underneath him.

"Let it fucking break." He snarled like a wild animal as he attacked your neck with nips and bites. Your thighs burned from the position and the sound of skin slapping on skin rang in your ears as you felt your cervix spread wide open for him to pound into. Your moans grow into pleasured screams as you hear Jas growls and groans.

"Been waiting a while to fuck your pretty ass." Ja hissed to you peppering your forehead with kisses. You shuttered and mewled underneath him as your body began to tremble.

You felt his hand leave your nipple sliding down on your stomach pressing down as he pumped his dick into you adding so much more pleasure to drip through your body as you flew your head back, nails digging into the blades of his shoulders as your pussy clamped down. You cummed harder your clit twitching harshly and your pleasure moans became cried of over stimulation as Ja continued to fuck you harshly into the creaking desk.

You soon yelped as a leg of the desk gave away causing him to snatch you up, his body trembled as you held you to his chest as he cummed harshly in your walls.

"Shit!" Ja exclaimed a snicker hit both of your ears as the creaking of a chair.

"Told you." Lopez said lazily, you felt another of your hands grab you and carefully helped to get you untangled from Ja.

The three of you were soon settled on the floor cuddled into each other. You yawned loudly and you found yourself exhausted as the energy drained from you. You didn't stay awake long enough to hear the mens yawning.

Your ears twitched to the sound of lights clicking up. You jerked up with Ja and Lopez.

"¡El diablo!" Ja spoke quickly, scrambling up from the cuddle pile snatching up clothes. Lopez was shooting up snatching your shorts and panties as well as his sweatpants bundling them up in his arm he grabbed your hand.

"Stay low." He told you and the three of you crotched down quickly rushed away from.the cubical to an Exit door as the office door began to open for workers to walk in and get to whatever they had to do.Your heart raced as Ja slide a keycard into the back door opening and quickly rushing you all out.

"Man put your pants on!" Lopez hissed quietly at Ja as he shut the door quickly leading you and his friend to the communal showers of this wing.

"I don't have time!" Ja hissed as he quickly ran past you both.

You couldn't help but snicker and cover your mouth.

"Nice ass Ja!" You snarked as you watched his blue striped ass fly by you and Lopez.

"I know it's scrumptious y/n But not now!" Ja smorted.

"God if someone sees your dick slinging we are all so screwed." Lopez groaned.

The three of you made it to the showers miraculously unseen. There you were able to get dressed, the three of you avoiding eye contact from each other, all ears twitching and tails swinging.

You grinned, not able to hold back any longer.

"So if we did get caught how was yall gonna explain this to Quaritch?" You asked.

"Bold of you to assume I'd stay alive long enough to even face him!" Lopez exclaimed, wheezing. "Girl i would off myself before having to sit in front of Quaritch and listen to that report.

"Nah i bet a few of these pictures and we could get off the hook!" Ja spoke up laughing.

You felt your face warm. "Don't share those asshole!" You hissed

"I wouldn't i would…For free anyways." Ja teased you and the three of you were soon strolling back to the common area of the recoms Quarters. Walking in you saw Quaritch reading off of a holotablet wotht he rest of the recoms there faces of shock and disbelief.. At the sound of the three of your footsteps the units heads lifted up as well their eyes meeting the three of your eyes.

"What's up??" You asked, tilting your head at them.

The unit stared at the three of you silently.

"So you three clearly had fun last night." Quaritch stated causing the color to fade from yalls faces as he turned his holotablet visible on both sides.

There on his tablet, was the Recoms group chat…

with 17 messages from Ja….each message various pictures or recordings of you getting fucked and close ups of your pussy.

Your face burned as your tail twitched shamelessly unlike your face.

"Ja.." You hissed.

"I thought I sent them to Lopez I swear!" The man insisted.

"¡El diablo!" Lopez muttered as his ears slicked back.

Quaritch turned off his holotablet before crossing his fingers together as he lifted them to his mouth as he stared at the three of you.

"Y/n you're dismissed, go clean up." The Colonel ordered.

You looked at Ja and Lopez.

"I wish for you both a clean death." You whispered as you took off to your room Zdog and Walker soon chasing after you to most definitely get more details.

"You two. Are in serious shit." You heard the Quaritch hissed.

You shook your head, ears slicking back as you cringe.

"¡El diablo!" You muttered for your two lover boys who were up shit creek without a paddle.

#avatar way of water fanfics #avatar recoms x reader #recom Ja x reader #Recom Lopez x reader #oneshot #Oneshotgiveaway

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writing-until-i-drop · 1 day

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God Complex | One Shot

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! Slight dom!Phoenix, suggestive, drinking, not proof read

“Bite your lip any harder and I’m going to have to kiss it better,” A rich, feminine voice pulled you out of your textbook. Studying at a bar had been a tip your dad had given you. He said that real doctors don't have the luxury of a quiet and controlled environment all of the time and studying in such a crowded space would hone your focus. Except with just a few words, this woman had shattered your focus.

Standing in front of you was the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen. You swallowed hard. The woman was in a tan, Navy uniform that was tailored to perfection, with dark hair slicked back into a tight bun. She looked amused as you squirmed under her dark gaze, unable to form any words. “Tell me your name, baby girl.”

Your response was instant, cheeks burning red under her gaze. The woman repeated your name like she was testing how it rolled off her tongue.

“Everyone calls me Phoenix,” She stepped between your knees, her citrus perfume filling the space. Your head spun like a top, full on gay panic setting in when Phoenix’s hand rested on your bare thigh. “But you, baby girl, can call me Tasha.” You nodded, unable to think of anything but how close this insanely hot woman was and the way her thumb was brushing the inside of your thigh.

“Tasha,” You whispered. Tasha grinned, squeezing your thigh.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me buy you a drink?”

Again, your response was immediate.

“Yes,” Tasha eyed your can of soda.

“Is there a reason you’re staying sober so far?” You shook your head, pushing your textbook to the side. Suddenly, studying wasn’t so important to you after all. “Good. You seem like the fruity drink type, am I right?”

Another nod. Honestly, you would have drank straight whiskey if Tasha spit it in your mouth and by the look on her face, she knew it.

“Okay, then you sit here and look pretty while I get us both a drink.”

“Holy shit,” You breathed, air finally filling your lungs when Tasha was out of ear shot. “Holy shit, is this really happening?” You pinched yourself, pain shooting up your arm. It was real. Very real.

“Tell me about yourself, baby girl.” Tasha returned to the high top table with a beer and a fruity looking cocktail.

“I’m a trauma surgeon resident, that’s um, that’s why,” You pointed at your textbook.

“Ooh, so not only is my girl smart, she’s also an adrenaline junkie.” You flushed, sipping on your cocktail. You hadn’t received this much attention at once in a long time, it was overwhelming.

In college, you had been the life of the party, but medical school and interning had burnt you out. Outside of your fellow residents and the occasional nurse, this was the longest conversation you had had in months.

“Why did you focus on trauma?”

“When I was an intern, there was a period in time that I thought about quitting,” You tapped your fingers nervously against the table, “I was so tired, I was barely sleeping or eating. I just didn’t want to do it anymore, the day I was going to quit, there was a massive traffic collision on the highway.”

The memory of everyone rushing around, preparing for the incoming influx of patients flashed through your mind. God, you had been so anxious and excited. You wanted to puke, scream, and celebrate all at the same time.

“There were so many people and so many injuries I’d only read about, I had to make so many split second decisions. The residents were there but they could only do so much supervision, I was holding people’s lives in my hand. It’s better than any drug, that feeling of control.”

“God, you should see the look on your face right now,” Tasha reached out, cupping your cheek. “It’s so hot that you love your work so much.”

“You don’t think I have a God complex or something?” All surgeons had a God complex, even if it’s a minor one. You held people’s lives in your hands, their lives depended on your skills and knowledge. It was as exhilarating as it was daunting.

Tasha licked her lips, dark eyes filled with lust. Her attention and touch stirred something in you, warmth spreading through your body until it felt like you were burning for her.

“Baby, if you’re God, I’ll get down on my knees for you every day.”

“Fuck,” You groaned, the tension between you finally snapping. Tasha’s grip slipped to the back of your neck, pulling you across the table for a demanding kiss. The angle made it hard but her lips were soft, tasting of cherry lip balm. Tasha tugged your hair, tipping your chin to deepen the kiss, her tongue caressing your own.

“You taste sweet, baby girl,” Tasha licked at your bottom lip, pulling back when your lungs demanded air. You were dazed, barely hearing the wolf whistles directed your way. “Ignore them, I always do.” You glanced, spotting a group of men in uniform.

“Friends of yours?”

“We’re pilots, guess you could say we’ve all got a bit of a God complex too.” You giggled when Tasha kissed you, the cheering starting up again like you had your own personal live studio audience. “I can kick their asses if you want me to.”

“Or you take me home,” You smiled, taking her hand off of the table and resting it on your thigh. Tasha squeezed your thigh and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“Now what did I tell you about biting that lip, baby?”

a/n: hope you like it! I've got a headcannon that Phoenix is the biggest flirt when it comes to women, just putting all of the men's game to shame.

#top gun fanfiction #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x y/n #natasha trace x you #phoenix x reader #phoenix x you #phoenix x y/n #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #top gun fandom #natasha trace top gun #natasha trace x oc

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bestshipsmackdown · 1 year

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Ships 100% Going into the Bracket:

[I will be checking spellings at a later point, as well as ages and familial relations. So as long as everyone followed directions, these will be going into the bracket.]

With Nine Submissions:

Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghuyk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

With Eight Submissions:

Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase from The Percy Jackson Series

Gideon Nav x Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb Series

Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna from RWBY

With Seven Submissions:

Adora x Catra from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

@bracket-bracket x @thecompetitionshowdowntournament x @ultimate-poll-tournament from tumblr.com

Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz from 911

With Six Submissions:

Fred Jones x Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley x Norville “Shaggy” Rogers from Scooby-Doo

Luz Noceda x Amity Blight from The Owl House

Lance x Keith from Voltron: Legendary Defender

With Five Submissions

Marinette Dupain-Cheng[Ladybug] x Adrien Agreste[Chat Noir] from Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug]

Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies

With Four Submissions

Jack Harkness x Rose Tyler x The Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who

Link x Zelda from The Legend of Zelda

Eda Clawthorne x Raine Whispers from The Owl House

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney

Hiyori Suzumi x Yujiro Someya x Aizo Shibasaki from Honeyworks

Naruto Uzumaki x Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto

Nomi Marks x Amanita Caplan from Sense8

Mike Wheeler x Will Byers from Stranger Things

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley from Stranger Things

With Three Submissions

Laura Moon x Mad Sweeney from American Gods

Caitlyn Kiramann x Vi from Arcane

Troy Barnes x Abed Nadir from Community

Imogen Temult x Laudna from Critical Role

Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot from Gotham

Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo from Heroes of Olympus

Hikaru Indou x Yoshiki Tsukajinaka from Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu

Will Parry x Lyra Silvertongue from His Dark Materials

Rose Lalonde x Kanaya Maryam from Homestuck

Gon Freecss x Killua Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter

Dustfinger x Resa from Inkheart

Gimli x Legolas from Lord of the Rings

Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from Merlin

Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Todoroki Touya[Dabi] x Takami Keigo[Hawks] from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

KJ Brandman x Mac Coyle from Paper Girls

Perfuma x Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa from Sk8 the Infinity

Korra x Asami from The Legend of Korra

Dream x Hob from The Sandman

Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams from Wednesday

Buffy Summers x Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Caleb Widowgast x Essek Thelyss from Critical Role

Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier from It

Bugs Bunny x Daffy Duck from Looney Tunes

Magnus Chase x Alex Fierro from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Dean Winchester x Castiel from Supernatural

Thats 49 ships guaranteed for entry into the bracket.

That leaves 15 ships to be added. It’s currently Sunday, so I will leave submissions open until Tuesday, April 4th at 11:59pm EST. With the likelihood of needing more ships to qualify, a few preliminary rounds will take place using ships that only have 2 submissions each. Those will commence after submissions have closed.

The ships listed above do not need any more submissions to qualify, so send in propaganda for ships you don’t see!

#so many ships y’all #this took me like 2 hours (I was eating in the middle) to compile and probably organize in my sheets #properly not probably lmao

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if you'd like me to write for your favourite driver, requ est their name, trope, concept and anything else! ex : can i request a charles leclerc x reader, best friends to lovers, assistant!reader

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ what/who i write !! ꒱

⭑ f1 ⭑ hp ⭑ blurbs ⭑ headcanons ⭑ fluff ⭑ smut ⭑ boy x girl ⭑ age gap (not super big tho.) ⭑ social media au ⭑ person x female reader ⭑ kinks (not super kinky.)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ what i don't write !! ꒱

⭑ angst (maybe if im in an angsty mood, but otherwise, no) ⭑ anything that has any hate towards to ANY drivers. ⭑ driver/person x oc (i only write person x reader - unless it's a ship) ⭑ eating disorders ⭑ self-harm ⭑ mental/physical illness ⭑ incest

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ drivers i write for !! ꒱

⭑ charles leclerc 16 ⭑ carlos sainz 55 ⭑ lando norris 4 ⭑ oscar piastri 81 ⭑ max verstappen 33/1 ⭑ daniel riccardo 3 ⭑ lewis hamilton 44 ⭑ logan sargeant 2 ⭑ kimi raikkonen 7 ⭑ jenson button 22 ⭑ sebastian vettel 5 ⭑ fernando alonso 14 (these are the drivers i feel comfy with writing, i might do other drivers tho)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ other f1 related people i write for !! ꒱

⭑ toto wolff

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ pjo characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ luke castellan ⭑ percy jackson ⭑ annabeth chase ⭑ leo valdez ⭑ jason grace ⭑ clarrise la rue ⭑ will solace ⭑ frank zhang ⭑ hazel levesque ⭑ magnus chase ⭑ piper mclean (probably more but those are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ hp characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ mattheo riddle ⭑ theodore nott ⭑ lorenzo berkshire ⭑ tom riddle ⭑ harry potter ⭑ hermione granger ⭑ cedric diggory ⭑ luna lovegood ⭑ ginny weasley (probably more too but these also are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ mcu characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ peter parker (spiderman) | any film/actor ⭑ stephen strange (doctor strange) ⭑ tony stark (iron man) ⭑ steve rogers (captain america) ⭑ thor odinson ⭑ natasha romanoff (black widow) ⭑ wanda maximoff (the scarlet witch) ⭑ bucky barnes ⭑ loki ⭑ gamora ⭑ peter quill (star lord) ⭑ miles morales (more but are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ x-men characters i write for !! ꒱

⭑ alex summers (havok) ⭑ scott summers (cyclops) ⭑ jean grey (dark phoenix) ⭑ james/logan howlett (wolverine) ⭑ charles xavier (professor x) | before x-men: apocalypse ⭑ erik lehnsherr (magneto) ⭑ raven (mystique) (more but are js my main ones)

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ ships i write for !! ꒱

⭑ brocedes

˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ multiple x reader i write for !! ꒱

⭑ tbc

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batshieroglyphics · 2 months

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Harry Potter Scene Breaks

As per previous scene break posts, these were created because I wanted fun scene breaks that were screen reader-friendly at AO3. The images on AO3 are smaller than the versions shared here—I like the larger versions that let you see a bit better the specifics that aren’t always visible in the smaller versions—and due to the coding I use, they only exist when you have creator’s style on, and cannot be viewed as an image.

First up is actually both the last one I created, and not actually in use. I wanted a non-ship, non-specific HP scene break—made myself a note and everything—and then got so focussed making breaks for fics, I actually forgot about this idea until this morning. Went with the original Hogwarts crest, the shield with the House animals in the secondary colours on fields in the House primary colours with the scroll-work around the outside, the helmet at the top, and the ribbon with the school motto—Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus—written on a ribbon beneath it. With a sort of lens flare effect shining off some of the scroll work on the upper right and lower left, because I wanted something vaguely magical moving out to either side, and I ended up liking how this turned out. There is one HP fic on AO3 with scene breaks that I just used the default grey line—Not Children's Fare—instead of using something a little more styled, because I wasn't finding a good way to capture that fic in a scene break. I think this break is a little too bright for that fic, but I may darken it, then end up using it for it. Dunno, we'll see how I feel after I've tackled the Avengers lot.

This scene break, of a blue fire inside a gold box with filigree at either end, is actually what started me on making fic-specific scene breaks. This is for Gelosaþ in Écnesse, and is meant to be Tanwen's—Harry's blue-feathered phoenix—flame inside a golden cage with latticework, akin to the Priori Incantatum cage that sent Harry back into the Founder's era.

Stand Against the Moon and Nose to the Wind were the next scene breaks, because I knew exactly what I wanted for them, which was a howling wolf-head against a moon. For SATM, I went with a harvest moon, as a sort of nod to the use of Sol (as in sun, referencing his eyes) as his alternate name, while I used a standard white/grey moon for NttW. Outside of the moons, I put mirrored weapons, black-silhouetted and outlined in red; SATM has the Elder Wand, since Harry used it in that fic, and NttW had a scythe, in recognition of the alternate name he used in that fic.

Xerosis is the next. I almost went with the moon theme again, but decided it changed getting mixed up with the Ghost in My Town series, so I went with the Ravenclaw crest, since this is my Ravenclaw!Harry fic. Tried two versions of the crest—binned version is below—and ended up picking a silhouette version of the original Ravenclaw crest, instead of the coloured-in, more modern version. Coloured it dark blue, then outlined it in bright, Avada Kedavra green. Turned a stylized letter X on its side, had it the same bright green, and mirrored it . Not my favourite of the breaks I made for HP, but I don't hate it. Might try something else at some point, but probably not.

For Abandon and Reclaim, I just decided one break for the whole series. The words Abandon & Reclaim in red in the foreground, with a green shadow, and then a black silhouette of the London skyline—finding one without the Eye was a trial, because the fic does take place before the Eye was built—and then a silhouette of Hogwarts in the background, which is sage green and outlined in bright green. Thinking about maybe recolouring London, since I use dark mode, so I can only see the part that's got Hogwarts behind it. I originally was going to have it red, but then the text got too hard to read. Ugh. Something to maybe muck about with some other time.

The next six follow a theme, and it's one that was also shared by my Harry Potter/Doctor Who crossover scene break, of a black silhouette of Hogwarts castle, outlined in purple. In front, in the HP font, is HP/ and then another character's initials. LV, TMR, SS, and LM are all red text with a green outer glow effect. AD and JP are both red with a gold outer glow effect.

These ended up being used very generally, and saved me a lot of time. I almost made more for some of the shorter fics I created specific breaks for below, but ended up not, for...reasons.

Angels & Demons was a series about Harry, an angel, meeting Voldemort, who is basically Satan, and falling in love, and following how that ends up throwing heaven into complete disarray. (I have some questions and a number of concerns about the me of 19yrs ago, lol.) It wasn't terribly hard to find a set of wings I could run off with that had one white and one black, both feathered. Text in front of the wings is the series title in gold text, using the HP font, and a black shadow.

The scene break for Royal is the one I probably did the least with, in terms of editing. The gold crown above unfurling gold leaves out into a line with balls and a star before slimming away to nothing was in a set of free-to-use scene breaks I found while looking for crown images. It was already coloured gold, as I recall, but I did add some colour in the form of gems to the crown, and I gave it an outer glow effect of a deep purple.

The scene break for Broken started as an image of just, you know, a pair of glasses with a broken lens, like the cover I made for it. Ended up trying to find half-moon glasses, like Dumbledore wears in the books, and then had to do a lot of edits to the best version I found, so they're kinda misshapen. There is a cracked lens effect, but it kinda gets lost when it's at scene break size, especially on a black background. Added a blue orb for the prophecy and a red feather for Fawkes, to sort of jizz it up a bit, and I actually do like how that part turned out, far more than the glasses.

What It Means... is one of the rare few gen HP fics I wrote. It's an over-powered, Azkaban!Harry fic, where he gets necromancy powers—only affecting ghosts—and three animagus forms, among other gifts. The easiest to find an image for, of his forms, was the panther, which I edited to have green eyes. (Didn't realise it had a shadow until after I'd started posting it. Still haven't decided if I'll go in and erase that or not.) Added mirrored ghosts floating outward because the ghosts are a big deal for this fic. Wish they were a little less cartoony, especially next to the realistic panther, but since I was avoiding using character faces, and I wanted them to be notably ghosts, even at smaller sizes, cartoony was the only option.

The next one is for The Soot Gremlin and the Bastard Prince, which is a Tomarry Cinderella retellling. In that fic, Harry's mark of nobility is his father's pocketwatch, which the Dursleys had hidden away. In the fic, it's gold with a rearing lion and a dent in the cover. I did manage to find a free-to-use gold pocketwatch with a lion on it—holding a sword and shield, hilariously—but not with a dent. (Figured 2 out of 3 isn't bad.) And then added a blooming lily flourish to either side, coloured pink to yellow to green, because pretty.

I Dub Thee Unforgiven is one of the one-shots I almost made another Hogwarts pairing break for. Except, the ship here is Harry/Dudley, and in a fairytale-esque setting besides, so no Hogwarts. I ended up just finding a simplified image of a curled whip I could recolour brown, an impact mark that's curved like a whip-strike, and a blood splatter, since the plot opens with Harry as the person who is whipped when Prince Dudley acts out. (Felt kind of lazy, but it was hard to find ideas for some of these latter fics.)

So, Robots is an April Fools fic, where Fred and George create a potion that turns animagi's animals into a robot variation. This is not shippy, and is one of the fics that prompted a non-shippy break, but the whole premise was a chaotic delight and I sort of ended up searching for robot images while I was at work and just made something for the fic. It's a rectangular robot head, recoloured silver, with bright yellow eyes and antennae going out from the upper corners. Added red arrows mirrored to either side, pointing outwards.

Tomorrow is a shippy fic, but the POV and set-up meant there wasn't really a good way to reuse the Hogwarts silhouette standard break. Since the plot is that Draco is a travelling singer, I ended up finding a simplified microphone image, added some music notes in green, and then, because of the character death, a broken heart in red. I don't hate it, and this is such a terribly old and relatively unknown fic, I decided I just didn't care.

The next scene break was created for the one-shot No Keys—speaking of older, relatively unknown fics, lol—and it's about Sirius thinking about loving Harry from beyond the Veil. I wasn't really finding any images of the Veil from the film I could reuse, so I just decided to make my own slightly lame attempt. Not the worst, lol. Text to either side is the word DEATH in a font that has letters made up of bones. It's been squished and stretched to make it even more unrecognisable, because I could. Facing the correct way on the right and then mirrored on the left.

The Bonds of the Heart was a challenge fic wherein Harry and Tom fuck up, remove magic from the world, and end up being forced to stay close to each other and eventually sleep together, due to how their bond interacted with the loss of magic. The red string of fate wasn't really so widely known a concept back in '07, as I recall, but that's very much what came to mind when I was thinking about scene breaks for this fic. So, I went with two hearts, one red the other green, and connected them with a red string, which has an outer glow effect.

This last scene break I made last night, and it's for yet another older fic, a Charlie/Draco fic titled Dragon Lovers. Again, totally could have just reused the Hogwarts shippy break, but it got stuck in my head, the idea of two dragons curled together. Which isn't quite what I found, ended up going with a sort of ying-yang of two dragons. Recoloured one red to gold and the other green to silver and them added a line ending with a heart to the outsides, recoloured a rainbow, because why not, at that point. I actually really like how it turned out.

#Bats creates fanfic line breaks #fandom:harry potter

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the-doctor-3000 · 3 years

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The Dark Phoenix {Doctor Who x Reader}

~The End Of The World Pt. 1~

"Right then, y/n and Rose Tyler, you tell me, where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time. What's it going to be?"asked the Doctor as the engines started up

"Forwards."they said in a sync, excitement was evident in their voices

The Doctor started pressing a few buttons.

"How far?"he asked, the girls looked at each other before Rose said;

"One hundred years?"asked Rose

"Two thousand years!"y/n pipped in, her smile only growing wider and wider and her eyes sparkling like a little child's

"One hundred years is a bit boring"said the Doctor "How about-"he started once again pressing buttons on the controler "Ten thousand years in the future. Step outside, it's the year 12005, the New Roman Empire."

"You think you're so impressive?"said y/n with a teasing smile while her eyes sparkled with mischievously

"I AM so impressive!"he replied

"You wish!"laughed Rose

"What about five billion years in the future? That would be SO impressive."said y/n

"Right then, you asked for it. *he revved up the engine and then pumped a lever furiously* Hold on!"

The TARDIS hurtled through the time vortex. With a pinging noise, the TARDIS stopped.

"Where are we?"asked Rose

"You mean when are we."y/n corrected her sister

The Doctor gestured towards the doors. Rose and y/n smiled excitedly.

"What's out there?"Rose asked

The Doctor gestured again. Rose and y/n stepped outside the doors. They found themselves in some kind of wooden room. The Doctor followed them and with his sonic screwdriver, opened the shutters of an enormous window. They went down the stairs and found themselves looking down on the planet Earth. Y/n and Rose looked at the scenery of the Earth with the sun from behind with astonishment and shock. The Doctor stood between them.

"You lot. You spend all your time thinking about dying. Like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible. Maybe you survive. This is the year 5.5/apple/26. Five billion years in your future. This is the day... hold on... *he looked at his watch*. This is the day the sun expands. *he looked at the girls* Welcome to the end of the world."

"So, we are here to watch our own planet burn?"asked y/n, the Doctor nodded, y/n approached the window "Beautiful.... but yet terrifying."

COMPUTER VOICE: Shuttles 5 and 6 now docking. Guests are reminded that platform 1 forbids the use of weapons, teleportation and religion. Earth Death is scheduled for 15:39, followed by drinks in the Manchester Suite.

Later y/n, Rose and the Doctor were walking down a corridor.

"So, when it says 'guests' does that mean people?"asked Rose

"Depends what you mean by people."

"Human ones. But I have a feeling thatthe guests are aliens."said y/n

"Correct."

"What are they doing on board this spaceship? What's it all for?"asked Rose

The Doctor started to open a door with his sonic screwdriver.

"It's not really a spaceship. More like an observation deck. The great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn."

"What for?"

"Fun."replied the Doctor and they entered a large observation gallery, y/n frowned at the word 'fun' "Mind you, when I said the great and the good, what I mean is, the rich."

"But, hold on, they did this once on "Newsround Extra", the sun expanding, that takes hundreds of years."

"Millions. But the planet's now property of the National Trust. They've been keeping it preserved. See down there? *he pointed out of the window at tiny glints of light orbiting the Earth*Gravity satellite. That's holding back the sun."

Rose and y/n peered out of the window at Earth

"The planet looks the same as ever. I thought the continents shifted and things."said Rose

"They did. And the trust shifted them back. That's a classic Earth. But now the money's run out, nature takes over!"

"How long has it got?"asked y/n

The Doctor looked at his watch.

"About half an hour. And the planet gets roasted."

"Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you do? Jump in at the last minute and save the Earth?"asked Rose

"I'm not saving it. Time's up."

"But what about the people?"

"It's empty! They're all gone. All left."

Rose looked back to the window, realization spreading across her face.

"Just us then."said Rose sadly

"Oh, Rose dear. Look at me."said y/n softly, Rose looked at her "We are five billion years in the future, we are not going to experience this any time soon."

The Steward hurried towards them.

"Who the hell are you?"he said

"Oh! That's nice, thanks."said the Doctor

"But how did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked! They're on their way any second now!"

"That's me, I'm a guest, look! I've got an invitation! *the Doctor flashed a small leather wallet at the Steward* Look, there you see? It's fine, see? The Doctor plus two. I'm the Doctor, this is y/n and Rose Tyler. They are my plus two. That all right?"

"Well... obviously. *the Doctor grinned*. Apologies, et cetera. If you're on-board, we'd better start. Enjoy."

The Doctor nodded at him. After the steward walked off, the Doctor showed y/n and Rose the card he had flashed at the steward. It was completely blank.

"The paper's slightly psychic. Shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time."

"What do you mean show them? It's blank."said y/n, a silence of awkwardness begun and when the Doctor was about to respond, Rose, wanting to end this silence, said;

"He's blue."

"Yeah."

"Okay..."

The steward was now speaking through a microphone at the other end of the suite.

"We have in attendance, the Doctor, y/n and Rose Tyler. Thank you! All staff to their positions." He clapped his hands and a lot of little blue people *the staff* started scurrying around."Hurry now! Thank you, as quick as we can! Come along, come along! And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest, representing the forest of Cheem, we have Trees. Namely, Jabe, Lute and Coffa." Jabe, Lute and Coffa walked through the doors. "There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace. If you can keep the room circulating, thank you. Next, from the solicitors Jolco and Jolco, the Moxx of Balhoon." The Doctor smiled cheerily, as Rose looked on bewildered and y/n intrigued." And next, from Financial Family Seven, we have the Adherents of the Repeated Meme." The Doctor and y/n chuckled at the look on Rose's face. "The inventors of hyposlip travel systems, the brothers Hop Pyleen. Thank you!" new aliens entered."Cal 'Spark Plug'." new aliens entered again "Mr. and Mrs. Pakoo." new aliens entered once again"The Ambassadors from the City State of Binding Light." Jabe approached the Doctor. Either side of her, her companions were holding plant trays with little shoots in them.

"The Gift of Peace. *Jabe took a cutting and handed it to the Doctor* I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather."said Jabe

"Thank you! *he gave it to Rose* Yes, gifts... erm..." He cleared his throat and started feeling his jacket for something, finding nothing

"I give you in return, air from my lungs."y/n said and blew gently onto Jabe's face, who closed her eyes briefly.

"How... intimate."said Jabe

"There's more where that came from."

"I bet there is..."

Rose had the sort of look on her face that was to be expected of someone who had just witnessed their companion and sister flirting with an alien form. Doctor on the other hand, although shocked, chuckled.

"Sponsor of the main event, please welcome the Face of Boe."

A huge head in an equally huge jar was wheeled through the doors. The Moxx of Balhoon approached the Doctor, y/n and Rose.

"The Moxx of Balhoon."greeted the Doctor

"My felicitations on this historical happenstance. I give you the gift of bodily saliva."

He spitted accurately into Rose's left eye which made y/n laugh, earning a glare from the young Tyler girl.

"*the Doctor laughed* Thank you very much." Rose rubbed the spit out of her eye. Next, the Adherents of the Repeated Meme approached them. "Ah! The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. I bring you air from my companion's lungs."y/n breathed over them all.

"A gift of peace in all good faith."he held out a large silver egg, which the Doctor took, threw up into the air, caught it and then he handed it to Rose.

"And last but not least, our very special guest. Ladies and Gentlemen, and Trees and Multiforms. Consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth The Last Human."announced the steward

The Doctor looked at Rose and y/n to see their reaction. The sliding doors opened and what looked like a vertical trampoline made of human skin was wheeled through. It had eyes and a mouth, and wore lipstick. Y/n's excited expression changed into one of a cringed.

"The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen."

"Oh, now, don't stare. I know, I know it's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference! Look how thin I am."said Cassandra, the Doctor laughed silently but heartily, which made y/n to look at him, her expression the same, he looked at her and stopped."Thin and dainty! I don't look a day over two thousand. Moisturize me, moisturize me." One of the two men in white body suits who wheeled her in was holding a canister, which he sprayed onto Cassandra."Truly, I am The Last Human." Rose crept closer for a better look. "My father was a Texan. My mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth and were the last to be buried in the soil." Rose had been walking around to the other side of Cassandra, to get a good view of her from all angels. She was completely flat. "I have come to honour them and... *she sniffed*...say goodbye. Oh, no tears. *one of the bodyguards wiped her eyes* No tears. I'm sorry. But behold! I bring gifts. From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg." One of the staff came in and displayed the egg to the room. "Legend says it had a wingspan of 50 feet and blew fire from its nostrils." Rose and y/n looked mildly confused. "Or was that my third husband?" Rose rolled her eyes but the Doctor laughed while y/n furrowed her brows "Who knows! Oh don't laugh. I'll get laughter lines!" she started laughing and mumbling to herself for a few seconds. Behind her, a large jukebox was wheeled into the room. "And here, another rarity. According to the archives, this was called an iPod. It stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers." Rose looked amazed. "Play on!" One of the staff pressed a button and a record fell into place. The 'iPod' started playing Tainted Love by Soft Cell. The Doctor bopped around appreciatively, y/n begun swaying in the rhythm.

"Refreshments will now be served. Earth Death in 30 minutes."

Y/n took Doctor's hand and they begun dancing and laughing.

COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 25 minutes. Earth Death in 25 minutes.

She decided to go and find Rose and when she did, she found her sitting on the steps, throwing the egg up in the air and catching it again when she heard this announcement. Y/n stayed there silently.

"Oh, thanks."she put the egg down and turned her attention to the cutting of Jabe's grandfather. She picked it up. "Hello! My name's Rose. That's a sort of plant. We might be related..." She suddenly realized what she was doing and hurriedly put the plant down."I'm talking to a twig."

Y/n laughed at the sight, Rose turned to see her.

"Were you listening?"

"Maybe."replied y/n with a small smirk as she walked towards her and sat beside her."I can't believe we are about to see the end of our home planet."

"Me too."said Rose, looking to the window "Why did we follow him? Why are we still following him?"

"Uhm..."

Behind them, the spider broke out of the egg. The spider that came out of Rose's egg appeared to be scanning hers and y/n's hand, but they were completely oblivious. It jumped and ran to the air vent when the Doctor's voice floated through the door.

"Y/n? Rose? Are you in there?"called the Doctor, the spider scrambled through the vent just in time, before the Doctor came through the door. "Aye aye! *he sat on other side of stairs*. What do you think, then?"

"It's... wonderful."said y/n, breathlessly, the Doctor grinned

"Great! Yeah... fine. Once you get past the slightly psychic paper..."the Doctor laughed a little "They're just, so alien."The Doctor looked at her questioningly "The aliens. Are so alien. You look at 'em... and they're alien."

"Good thing I didn't take you to the Deep South."

"Where are you from?"

The Doctor hesitated at first but gave her an answer;

"All over the place."

"They all speak English."y/n pointed out, wanting to change the subject

"No, you just hear English. It's a gift of the TARDIS. Telepathic field, gets inside your brain, translates."

"It's inside our brains? That's actually very practical. Wait, does this mean that it translates human languages too?"

"Yup."he said with a chuckle

"Your machine gets inside our heads. It gets inside and it changes our minds, and you didn't even ask?"said Rose coldly

"I didn't think about it like that."

"No! You were too busy thinking up cheap shots about the Deep South! Who are you then, Doctor? What are you called? What sort of alien are you?"said Rose furiously, the Doctor sat up and looked away from her.

"I'm just The Doctor."

"From what planet?"

"Rose, stop it."warned y/n

"Well, it's not as if you'll know where it is!"

"Where are you from?!"

"Rose!"said y/n sternly

"What does it matter?"

"Rose, that's enough!"yelled y/n

"Oh shut it, y/n. Tell me who you are!"

"This is who I am, right here, right now, alright? All that counts is here and now, and this is me!"said the Doctor, angrily

"Yeah, and we're here too because you brought y/n and me here, so just tell me!"

"ROSE!! STOP IT! FOR GOODNESS' SAKE!"shouted y/n, the two looked at her in shock, never expecting her to yell that loud

The Doctor got up and walked down the steps, away from them.

COMPUTER VOICE: Earth Death in 20 minutes. Earth Death in 20 minutes.

"I'm sorry."said Rose

"Apologize to him."

"We don't even know who he is or where did he come from. How can you trust him?"

"Because he saved us. Not only us, but the entire humanity. I think we should trust him, even a little bit."

"I was rude, wasn't I?"whispered Rose, looking down sadly

"To be honest, yes. You were. A whole lot I must say."whispered y/n "Go to him so you can fix things between you and him."

After a few moments, they followed the Doctor down the steps.

"Alright... as my mate Shareen says... don't argue with the designated driver..." The Doctor, with his back turned to them, smiled at that. Rose got her mobile out of her pocket. "Can't exactly call for a taxi... there's no signal. We're out of range. Just a bit!"

"Tell you what..." He took the phone from her. "With a little bit of jiggery pokery... " he removed the back of the phone.

"Is that a technical term, "jiggery pokery"?"

"Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery, what about you?"asked the Doctor, looking at y/n

"Nah, failed hullabaloo."

"Oooh. *he fitted in a new battery and then handed the phone back to Rose* There you go."

Rose took it and looked at him uncertainly. He nodded. Rose got her mum's number onto the screen and put the phone to her ear. It rung. The Doctor took y/n's phone too and did the same to hers.

"You don't want to talk to Jackie?"asked the Doctor as Rose spoke with her

"I would loved to but I want Rose to have this one."said y/n, she turned to face the Doctor "How are you?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"Good... For the first time in a long time, I feel perfect."

"That's good to hear."

Y/n bit her lip and tugged his sleeve and went a bit further so Rose wouldn't be able to hear them.

"I know that you're a Time Lord. And I know about Gallifrey."

"What? How?"

"It's kinda a long story to explain but I need to be honest with you and I'll tell Rose and mum about it too... Well, in summary, I am from another dimension where you and everything in this universe is a tv series. My favourite actually. It's named after you. Doctor Who. I teleported here when I was 10 because I cannot control my powers."y/n said, she sighed "I know that it sounds crazy but it's true... The thing is that I know what will happen but like travelling back in time, I cannot change anything."

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Rivvid!

You have to be one of the first people I made friends with here and I love our chats so much. Thank you for setting me up with Kees, you can be at our wedding. You are lovely and talented and your art always makes my day <3 happy birthday please enjoy! @rivvd-art

Ace x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 1,657

Marco was staring out the window idly, watching the clouds drift by in the beautiful blue sky, a smile playing on his lips as he let out a little hum, enjoying the moment of peace. Fresh coffee was poured and waiting for him as he enjoyed a moment to himself.

The door slamming open and hitting the wall had been the rude awakening the phoenix hadn’t needed nor wanted. The man jumped in his seat, letting out a started cry, almost falling back in his seat as his eyes met those of the noisy crew member. Marco tutted and gripped his desk in mild annoyance.

“Yes, Ace?”

Ace was panting, out of breath, his hands on his knees as he took a moment to regain his composure. Marco guessed he’d run the entire length of the Moby judging on how frazzled the other commander was. Ace took a breath and changed his posture, bowing his head and apologising to Marco for the rude outburst.

“It’s fine, honestly, what do you need? I’m very busy yoi.” Marco prompted and watched Ace straighten himself up and stared at him, eyebrow raised.

Ace gave the doctor a sceptical look, it had honestly looked like the zoan was daydreaming again. He pushed that thought aside as he walked across the floor, his heavy boots making clunking sounds before Ace pulled out the chair, and sat on it, leaning on Marco’s desk and his hands already grabbing at things to fidget with.

“It’s their birthday today and-“Ace started, interrupted by Marco.

“And you forgot?”

“What? No! I’ve had a gift for weeks remember that one island I went to and came back with the animal bites?” he saw Marco nod, a signal to carry on his story. “I just forgot about the cake… and I think Thatch is busy today..”

“Why don’t you make it yourself then yoi?” Marco asked with growing irritability in his tone as he tilted his head and examined the fidgeting form of Ace as he pulled and picked at a blank piece of paper.

“I have no idea how too..”

“You can read right? there’s plenty of books.. give it a shot, you never know what you can do until you put your mind to it”

Ace mulled that over, tapping his fingers on the desk, tap, tap, tap and it was slowly driving Marco to be irritated with his friend. He reached over and placed his hand over Ace’s ceasing the noise, a smile on his lips and a look in his half-lidded eyes that meant to be read as a warning.

“Yeah, your right, I’ll give it a go. Thanks, Marco!”

As soon as the chef found out it was Marco who put Ace up to turning his kitchen into a mess of eggshells, goop and flour he was done for. Ace was looking at the open cookbook, this was his third attempt to create a cake. Flour smeared across his forehead as he narrowed his eyes at the pages. It had to be something he was doing in this process because it just wasn’t baking in the oven correctly.

He sighed and rubbed his batter-stained hands down on his black shorts, leaving white smears across the dark fabric. The commander looked a state, cake mix over his face, some in his hair, all down his shorts, it seemed every inch of him not covered by the apron had gotten mess on it.

Ace turned the page and poked his tongue out in concentration, mixing the gloop in the bowl and nodding to himself. The sun outside was starting to sink, he knew he would be chased out of the kitchen for the dinner rush at any moment.

“I don’t trust this oven..” he grumbled knowing this would be his final attempt at making the cake.

So, he did what any reasonable fire user would do. He sat down on the floor, the cake tins in both hands as he warmed himself up, raising his temperature and watching both sides of the cake cook. They rested on his heated-up thighs as hot hands hovered above them making sure they were completely cooked.

It was boring and he had felt himself nodding off more than once, but he still somehow managed it, baking them to perfection, he could have cried with how pleased he was at how this had turned out. The smell that emanated from the baked goods pleased the man’s nose as he sighed, you were going to love this, he was sure of it.

Getting back up he started to work on how to decorate it, this process was less than neat and tidy, the cake was smeared in lumpy icing, your favourite colour. He’d tried to write across the top HAPPY BIRTHDAY but Ace’s handwriting might have been lovely on paper, but he was no master of the icing bag.

HAPRY BRTHDDY was good enough, he was still proud of himself.

You had wanted to spend your birthday with Ace, he’d just been hard to locate. Marco had given you short curt answers when you’d asked him, everyone else just seemed to change the subject and you had the suspicion that your boyfriend must have been up to something for your birthday.

He wasn’t subtle but you had to admit he’d done well to avoid you until now.

You’d retired to the room you shared with Ace, it was dark as you opened the door, you were sure you’d left a lantern on to avoid walking into a dark room. You prepared yourself to trip over the mess you’d left in the form of clothes strewn across the floor.

For the second time today, Ace scared the living shit out of someone he cared about. You screamed when a roar of fire lit up the room and you saw the grinning freckled face of your boyfriend as he used his pointer finger to light up the candles along the cake.

Your heart was still beating faster than you’d have liked as you started to try to calm yourself down, making yourself recognise the blaze of fire was your blaze of fire. Ace looked a little sheepish when you’d fixed him a look after you’d pulled yourself together.

“I didn’t mean to startle you; I seem to have a habit of that today.” He said with a chuckle as he walked over with the cake.

You peered at the baked good with the messy decorations and realised he’d made this for you, you could have cried with how touched the gesture had made you and knowing how capable Ace was in the kitchen with anything that wasn’t BBQ. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes and he must have seen when the flames of the candles reflected on the unshed shimmers.

“Oh, come on, it doesn’t look that bad does it?” Ace asked, half-joking.

“It looks amazing, thank you so much, Firefly.” He relaxed; you could see the tension in his shoulders dissipate as he smiled brighter.

The way his freckled cheeks and dark eyes looked in the light of the birthday candles was a gift in itself. He smiled warmer than any fire he could produce. You laughed a little when he started to sing to you, the familiar tune of Happy Birthday.

“Make a wish!” he sing songed and held the cake closer to you.

You did as he wanted, you blew out the candles, sending the room into darkness before Ace handed you the cake, making sure you had a good grip before he turned on the big lantern you kept on the desk.

“This looks good Ace, thank you so much.”

“I hope it tastes better than it looks.” He commented and took the cake back from you, setting it on the table where he’d already had the forethought to bring forks and plates for you both.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, cutting the cake into two very large chunks, handing you a plate and fork.

“I can’t tell you that, that’s not how wishes work.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the commander as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I wished for this cake not to kill us.” He mumbled as he stuck his fork into the cake, taking a bite, his face pulled into a look of disgust, bracing himself for the taste.

But it didn’t taste bad, his face lightened up when he closed his mouth and he nodded proudly, you took a bite and soon joined him in the silent nodding of enjoyment. He swallowed first and sighed.

“I did good, this was pretty nice right?”

“You did wonderfully, I love this, thank you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, he was glad for the sepia tones that flooded the room, hoping they hid the blush on his cheeks.

“That’s not all I got you,” Ace dug around in his pockets and pulled out a box, so nicely wrapped with paper and a ribbon.

Ace was full of surprises today, wasn’t he? You pulled off the bow and opened the lid, eyes widened when you saw what it was. “Ace.. this..”

“I knew you wanted one… and well.. I made it a little more personal…”

He took out the bracelet, with white and red stripes like his own but there was a charm dangling from it. A little glass bottle, so small and delicate with a rolled-up scrap of paper.

“Part of my vivre card, so even when we are on missions, we can still feel connected.” He said, his eyes not meeting yours, feeling bashful.

“Do you like it?”

“I love this Ace, thank you so much, I love you.” You let him slide on the bracelet before you threw your arms around him, kissing his cheek.

“Happy birthday.” He said softly, holding you back, nuzzling his face into your hair, feeling so loved and complete at this moment.

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redfoxwritesstuff · 3 years

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Spring Thaw (Snow, final part)

AN: Ask and you shall receive. Though, this is the final part. Perhaps I'll revisit these two someday, if they come back to revisit me. This chapter contains no smut.

Chapter warnings: angst, fainting Pairing: Loki x unnamed ofc, can be read as a reader Find the rest on my Masterlist

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Spring Thaw

It had been almost two months since she woke up alone in a New York City hotel room, relationship washed down the drain and body spent. While they had never discussed what it was they had been doing for that near week they spent together, it was still a shock to wake up and find him gone.

Loki.

The name stuck in her throat now. It hadn’t then as she called it out into the room again and again while he pulled pleasure and orgasm from her body repeatedly. He both gave and took more from her than she could have ever thought possible.

The day after Matt had left, Loki had powered down her phone and put it in the closet. She hardly had a moment to think about it at the time.

When she woke up alone, her phone had been placed on the end table. In hindsight, it was naive but she had hoped he left his number for her. She wanted to define and continue whatever this was they had grown in the privacy of this room.

She found no new number in the device. The only thing she found when it powered on was a barrage of missed calls and text messages. Matt wasted no time in revealing who Loki was once he thought perhaps she was alone.

Loki.

He was The Loki.

It made sense why he gave pleasure like a god. He was one. He killed people. He tried to conquer the world. He degraded her. He spanked her. He spat on her and in her. He took her roughly and softly. He left her wanting more.

Sitting on the closed toilet seat in her new apartment in Phoenix, Arizona, seven weeks after she had woken up alone her hands shook. Tears gathered in her eyes though she wasn’t sure their cause.

Was she angry? Sad? Terrified?

This shouldn’t even be a possibility. She was on the pill. There were few things she was diligent about but taking that little pill at the same time every day was one of them. Except for that week. That week, she had only managed to remember to take the pill packet out of the dark blue case a few times.

The simple piece of plastic in her hand had dark blue grips and such a clean design, matching the case her pills came in. The blue cap at the tip looked so much like the cap of a marker. In the middle, where perhaps the logo of this strangely flat marker would sit was a digital window reflecting the one word that would change everything.

Or nothing.

Pregnant.

For perhaps the first time that week, she didn’t feel like vomiting. A bitter laugh escaped her at the irony. Now would have been an appropriate time to vomit.

~~~~~<3

“You’re approximately eight weeks along.” A kindly woman said, sitting down on the stool and looking at her with kind eyes. “You’ve got a few options, if you’re questioning how you wish to proceed. Do you want to discuss them or do you have an idea what you want your next steps to be?”

“I don’t know.” Tears dropped from her eyes and she tried again to identify why she was crying. Was it shame? Anger? Terror?

“Okay.” The doctor reached out and took her hand in hers. “Do you want a moment first?”

She spent a long time talking with the doctor that day. There was almost no time left to decide, if she wanted to terminate the pregnancy in her home state thanks to state laws that thought nine weeks was more than enough time to find out about a pregnancy and weigh options.

Loki.

If she did terminate, would it even be successful considering who the father was? Would he care? He had just left in the middle of the night after spending a week using her as a storage bag for his semen, his thoughts and small affections that seemingly meant nothing at all.

Would he care if she terminated the pregnancy? Would he know? What would she say if he found out? What would he do?

Her hand rested on her stomach, looking perhaps a bit bloated… or was that a trick of her mind?

She walked out of the clinic with a decision made. The road forward was not an easy one. There was no way for her to know what obstacles she would find on it but she knew where she was going.

She managed to find a dozen phone numbers that would take her to various Stark Industries offices. She had no idea which number would give her the best chance of reaching the man himself. What would she say if she did manage to get Tony Stark on the phone anyway?

“Yes, sorry for calling so late and out of the blue. Do you by any chance know how to contact Thor? yes the God. Oh no, it’s not him I actually need to speak with but I hope he could put me in touch with his mass murdering brother? You see, I’m carrying his child.”

That would surely go over about as well as a lead balloon.

In the end, she decided not to make the call. No one would believe her anyway. Why should they?

~~~~~<3

Loki paced the halls, heavy boot falls echoing in the grand room. He had no desire to get swept up in yet another of Asgard’s squabbles yet as a condition for his “release” he was at the beck and call of Odin.

Loki, God of mischief and rightful king of Jotunheim was reduced to a simple lap dog to preserve his life. Was his life worth preserving?

Even a month prior, he wouldn’t have thought so. He had experienced all he had longed to. Death would have been better than being a glorified errand boy when he wasn’t being used as a spy.

His thoughts were caught up in the little human he had fell into bed with. She had distracted him to the point of running his luck and remaining on Earth for as long as he could get away with. It ended up being too long.

Thor had been sent to collect him. The crack of thunder through the sky was uniquely his brother had woken Loki from a rare deep sleep. Green eyes darted around the room and found nothing out of place before looking down at her.

She was tucked into his chest, breathing steady and well spent from their lovemaking and wild fucking through the day. The golden blonde waves of her hair cascaded out behind her in such vivid contrast to his black waves.

Her body called to him in a way none had before. If he had been a poetic man, a romantic, perhaps he would question if soul mates were a reality and not simply a young girl’s fantasy. He was neither things, having had such stripped from him by the harsh touch of reality however. Their connection was nothing more then the fleshly lust that burns when one finds a body that yields just right to their own.

That’s what he told himself months ago as he slipped from her bed and dressed in clothes, unworn in the days since the laundry service had returned them to him. It’s what he told himself as he placed her mobile phone on the nightstand. He even told himself such as he smoothed back her hair as he gave her a parting kiss on her sweet sleeping lips.

She had served him well. The least he could do in return was to spare her from the drama and noise of Thor coming to collect him. She would never know the kindness he gave her, leaving before Thor had a chance to pound on the door.

Yet she haunted him like no other had. He had confided in her, not the secret of who he was, not that he considered it much of a secret. Instead, he hold her of the thoughts and doubts that ran through his mind. Though he couldn’t say why, he told her of the craving for acceptance and the rejection he faced for doing no worse than what his family had done.

She never pushed for details. Not once had she judged him for his jealously or his desire. She didn’t once call him weak. For all he exposed to her, she continued to bend to his power. It was addicting. She was addicting.

It was easy to understand how someone could mistake such addiction for the call of an imaginary soulmate.

~~~~~<3

It was by far one of the dumbest assignments Odin had given him. It was idiotic. Of all the peoples under Asgardian rule, he was the one least suited to be sent to Midgard to deliver the peace treaty he knew damned well Odin had little intention to keep.

“Tell me again, why am I needed for this task?” Thor was pleased to be back to Midgard. He enjoyed his time on this realm.

“You needed a break, Brother.”

“And how is this a break?”

“As I’m with you, Father will be less likely to call you back. Come now, you’ve been pacing the halls whenever you’ve been home like some caged beast. Confide in me, what have you been yearning for?”

“I desire nothing beyond your silence.”

“You say that Brother and yet you disappeared on Midgard for over a week. Since you’ve been not yourself. Mayhap you long for a woman?”

“I’ve women in Asgard.”

“Not women, a woman.” Thor pressed and Loki considered if a death sentence was worth cutting the eventual King’s tongue out. “You behave as if you’ve left your heart with a woman.”

“I have no woman, Thor.” While Loki spoke, something caught his eye.

Feet slowed to a stop on the busy sidewalk as Thor left him behind. Of all the cities, of all the women- she couldn’t be here.

Waves of blonde were longer now, pulled back from her face with a jeweled clip. Though it had been five months since he’d seen her last, he had known her instantly. The sound of her chuckle carried on the air. It sounded like home in a way that the sound of his boot falls in the halls of Asgard never did.

He wanted to hate her for that. He wanted to punish her for that.

“Loki?” Thor’s voice was lost to him as she turned from the vending machine, phone pinched between her shoulder and ear.

She wore a sundress that clung to her under the cardigan. He hadn’t been able to see it with her back to him but it was clear as day when she turned. Breath caught in his chest and it felt like the earth under his feet shifted violently.

Her stomach was round, rounder than it had been when he had laid with her. It could have been simple weight gain, he told himself. The line of her jaw was the same. Her legs extending out below the flowing skirt at her knees were as lean as he remembered. The only things swollen on her was her breasts and…

“Brother, what ails you?” Thor’s hand was heavy on his shoulder but the weight hardly registered.

“She’s with child.” He breathed the words.

“That one? In the blue dress?” Thor paused, eyeing the woman that had so captivated his brother. “She appears to be so. Around halfway through, I’d say. Why is that of… Loki?”

Loki stepped forward, not answering Thor. “Half way? No, she’s a bit farther along than that.”

“And you know that how?” Thor knew Loki wasn’t speaking to him. “Do you know her?”

~~~~~<3

She didn’t pay any mind to the persons on the other side of the street. Having just finished the latest of the never ending prenatal appointments, she had things to do. A snack was needed first but with that in hand, she needed to get herself to the store.

Without a doubt, she would regret waiting so long to set up the nursery. Assembling the crib alone would be a difficult task. Her mother, soon to be a grandmother, was fretting about the situation in her ear as she opened the bag of chips she had been craving for the last two hours.

“I’ve got to go Mom. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Hanging up the phone and slipping it into her purse, she was excited to finally be able to focus on her chips. Looking up from her bag, the world stopped. The chip that had been on it’s way to her mouth slipped from numb fingers. The sound of it hitting the ground seemed to echo.

“Loki.”

~~~~~<3

The booth was tucked into a dark corner of the busy restaurant. It was busy with a buzz in the air. Absolutely no one paid the pair sitting in it any mind. Thor, sitting at the bar in the front, was the center of attention. Everyone was captivated by the boisterous man telling loud stories and filling the space with his presence.

It allowed them the privacy of the dark corner.

Thor had put two and two together nearly instantly though she had hardly been aware of his presence. Her heart and world stopped the moment she locked eyes with him. They could have taken her anywhere in the moment.

She wasn’t sure how she ended up sitting in the dark booth, alone with Loki and ignored by everyone in favor of the shining light that was his brother.

“Were you going to tell me?” His voice sounded as if he hadn’t used it in years as he broke the silence.

“Why should I have?” Keeping her voice low, she tried to tame to fire raging inside her while her hormones threatened to morph it into tears.

“It is mine, is it not? Have I not the right to know that you’d be birthing my child?”

“Who’s to say it’s yours?” Her voice was tight, dancing along the knife’s edge of fury unleashed.

“I don’t imagine after the time we spent together you were quick to the bed of another,” Arrogance colored his voice and she was quick to speak over him rather than let him finish.

“And even if I wanted to, even if I thought about it- how could I have? You left me. You walked out the door in the middle of the night. You didn’t wake me up to say goodbye. You just left me.” Oh god, the tears were coming, damned hormones. “You left as if you didn’t promise anything for the next day. You didn’t even leave a god damned phone number.”

“If you wanted to, you could have gotten a message to me. It’s not exactly like Thor or my relation to him is unknown.”

“How was I supposed to know you’d care? You didn’t give a damn enough to leave a number. Why should I have thought you’d give a single fuck if our careless sexathon made anything more than memories?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Loki snapped. Taking a deep breath, he reached for her hand only for her to snatch it away.

“Don’t touch me. You’ve done enough.” Running her hands up her face, she wiped the tears away. There was no use in crying, her choices were already made. Standing, she straightened her dress. “Look- you’re a god, a prince. You’ve got prince things to do and a prince life to live. I don’t need anything from you. I’m not going to demand you change your life or anything. I’ve got this, okay? I’m going to go.”

“We’re not done talking.” Loki called to her back as she walked away.

He did not chase her. Why did she expect him to? He left her in the middle of the night, after all. The sun was setting as she swallowed back her rage fueled tears. The flutter in her stomach reminded her what was most important.

As she walked, she rested her hand over it. Light pressure pushed against her hand and rolled along the swell of her stomach as a knee, foot or perhaps elbow pressed against her while the little life inside rolled or flipped.

She walked home, not bothering to even look back. Thoughts and worries consumed her. He knew now. What was she going to do about that? She shouldn’t have left the restaurant, not without getting some way to reach him. Not without leaving him a way to reach her.

It was impulsive and by the time she made it home, she regretted it. This was as much his child as hers. Though she spent months convincing herself she could do this alone, there were so many unknowns. This wasn’t a normal pregnancy as much as she tried to tell herself otherwise. Carrying the child of an Asgardian man. What did birthing a half Asgardian mean?

“I’ve fucked up.” The words carried the whispered regret of over two months of decisions as the key turned in the lock.

“As have I.” She screamed even as realization of who the voice belonged to washed over her. Clamping her own hands over her mouth to stifle it, she stumbled backward as she turned to face him.

Adrenalin flooded her system in a rush. In a matter of a few quick heartbeats, it circulates. This time last year, she would have responded to the dosing with anger, hot and cutting.

Now, with the added hormones in her body and the strain of carrying, supporting and growing another life however, her body reacted very differently. Knees went weak and black swam, edging across her field of vision.

In some instinctual way, she knew what was happening as soon as it began. Leaning back blindly, her back thumped against the wall. Or was that the door? It was better to fall backward than forward. Protect her stomach. Protect the baby.

Her hand felt like it was made of lead as it slipped from her face. Hands were on her but they felt wispy, made of air. Or was it her that was made of air?

It felt like her mind was swimming through a sea of darkness. In the moment, she was weightless.

Her keys jingled. His voice was calling her name, floating to her on the air. The sound of him threatened to float away on the sea of blackness.

The world came back as rapidly as it had left her. The world which had been swallowed by darkness flooded back in a rush of too vivid colors. The sound of the door shutting echoed through her mind as light and color blinded her almost as much as the darkness had.

She couldn’t really remember the door opening or being swept up into his arms. Her mind settled back into her body as her body was set on something soft.

“Are you alright?” Loki. It was his voice. He was here with her. How did she feel about that? Angry. She was angry. And scared. Was he really here? Did she want him here? “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” She leaned forward off the back of the couch, feeling herself coming back.

“Lean forward, put your head between your knees.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Loki took his hands off her back and thigh as if she had burned him. “I can’t exactly pull that maneuver right now.”

“Right. Do you need water?”

“Why did you come back?” Scooting away from him, she turned and pulled her legs up as best she could. She needed distance from him and a barrier.

“I- Thor and I were sent to deliver a treaty.”

“Work.” She laughed and he nodded. “You never were going to come back, were you?”

The question stilled him. She wanted to hear him say that he would have, of course he would have. He knew she was wanting excuses, reasons why he left and didn’t seek her out.

“It was dumb to think you would, I know.” She pulled her lip between her teeth and worried it for a moment before continuing. “It was just an extended one night stand. It was beautiful and magical. It’s not that it meant nothing but that it meant everything with an expiration date. Some of the best relationships have expiration dates and that’s okay.”

“I wanted to-”

“Stop.” Holding her hand up, she willed there to be a wall between them, dividing the couch into two countries. “Don’t do that.”

“I will be heard.” His voice climbed slightly but what snapped her mouth shut was the tone. He spoke firmly, with force that could not be shaken. Though she didn’t realize it all those months ago when he used that same voice to make sexual demands, she recognized it for what it was now. He spoke with the voice of a prince.

“Okay.” Her voice squeaked.

“I thought about it, returning to seek you out. I wanted to, though I did not know why. You remained with me even as I tried to shed the memory of you. I longed for your touch, your taste, your scent… the feeling of sinking into you and being surrounded by you.”

“Get out.” She launched the pillow that had been sitting on the back of the couch at him with every bit of strength she had.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You don’t get to come back, discover this then think you get to just expect to ‘sink into me’ again.”

“That isn’t-”

“That is EXACTLY what you were saying. The sex was fun, it was great. The best I’ve ever had, okay? But things are different now. I’m different now.”

Loki’s chest expanded, pulling his shirt tightly and she hated how she was able to see the outline of his muscles through it before he let the air out of his lungs in a gust. “I know not why you’ve haunted me these months. Perhaps it doesn’t matter. Perhaps I’ll find an answer in time. What matters is that you carry my child so no, I will not ‘get out’.”

“Why? So you can leave later?” She laughed, bitterness tasting rancid on her tongue.

“It is not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?” She stood, swaying on her feet for a moment before pacing in the small living room. “Look- we had fun. It was fun but we didn’t have any agreements, any promises. This,” she waved down at her stomach, “Is just a side effect of my being too distracted and forgetting to take my pill a few times. You didn’t didn’t mean for it. I didn’t mean for it. It just happened. I’ve got it handled. You’ve got important royal things and this doesn’t have to impact anything. No one has to know.”

“Like I didn’t have to know?” His voice was cold and for a moment, her heart clinched in her chest.

“I didn’t-”

“Mean it like that?” He scoffed, standing from the couch and towering over her. “It is my child you carry. It is my child you will birth. It will be line to the throne.”

“It’s not like we’re married.” Sighing, she wished she could make him see that she didn’t want to inconvenience him. “I didn’t want to burden you with the result of my carelessness.”

“Was I not present for the act? Was I not thrusting within you? Had I not been making you scream my name? How was I not responsible for this?” Cold. His voice was cold which scared her more than she had felt all those months ago as she sat looking down at that word.

“I didn’t-”

“No, you didn’t. You’d rather rob me of my child.”

“That’s not what I-” The world spun around her as she tried to keep herself grounded. “Loki, normally it’s not a good thing when someone- when a prince just has a baby with some chick.”

“You are not just some chick.” She flinched from him as he caught her elbow in his hand. “And I am not some Midgardian prince. I am a king by right and I will not have my child, my heir kept from me.”

“So what, if it’s a boy you’ll take him? I get her if it’s a girl?”

Loki ran his hands over his face. The muscle in his jaw twitched, giving away how tightly he had his jaw clenched. His chest rose and fell with the slow deep breaths as he struggled to control his tongue.

“Male or female, this child is my heir regardless of the status of our relations.”

Wrapping her arms around her stomach, she backed away from him. “You’re not taking her.”

“Her?” Loki’s eyes found hers even as she put as much distance between them as she could. “You know what it is we’re having?”

“Please, don’t take her from me.”

Her back pressed against the wall as he crossed the space. There was no where else to go. She couldn’t beat him even if she fought him. His hand rose. She flinched back, not sure what to expect as his hand rested on her cheek.

“I have no desire to pull babe from your arms. But I will be here. Our daughter will have a father and a mother. She will have her parents.”

“We’re not even a couple,” She cursed her hormones and the taxing nature of adrenaline both as tears fell from her eyes. “We’re nothing.”

“Must we remain so?” His voice was soft and she so badly wanted to melt into him.

“We can try.” She fought the urge to fall into him. It wasn’t just her she had to think about anymore. “But I will not promise anything.”

“Than we will try.”

“Won’t you have to leave?” Fatigue was heavy on her shoulders and she longed for the fire of anger.

“I’ll make arrangements to spend as little time away, but yes- I’ll have to spend time away. I’ll not miss more of my daughter growing than I have already. Now, will you lay down? I’d rather you not faint again.”

“Fine, but-” She couldn’t think of a nice way to ask him to leave.

“I’m not leaving.” Loki swept her in his arms before she could find the words. The apartment wasn’t large by any stretch of the imagination and he quickly found her bedroom.

“Loki-” She tried again to send him away as he placed her on the unmade bed. Her words were cut off by his lips on hers.

Though she was still angry and hurt, she did not push him away. It would take time to forgive him for the abandonment as it would take him time to forgive her for not telling him of the pregnancy. For better or worse, they were having a child and she deserved the both of them in her life.

She had to be willing to try, even more so because he seemed to be `willing to do so. What would be, would be.

~~~~~<3

This is the end. Thank you for everyone who's poured praise and love into this fic- we've been on this ride far longer than I expected but this is the final stop. Everyone off the bus. Perhaps someday in the future, this bus will come around again. Know that the kindness has meant the world to me as I've returned to writing and sharing my writing. The welcome home I've gotten has been wonderful.

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Honey, Flowers and Pinky Promises - Fred Weasley

Title: Honey, Flowers and Pinky Promises Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred denies himself the one thing he wants most in life, a future with Y/N, to keep her safe. So, what’s he to do 5 years later when she reappears in his life, safe from harm and with their future together already started. A/N: For the anon who wanted Fred breaking up with the reader before he leaves school, only to find out she gave birth to his kids a few years later! This was actually a very cute idea and very fun to write! As always feedback is appreciated and requests are open!!

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“Everything is all set,” George says quietly as he takes a seat next to Fred at dinner. “I figured out where our brooms are, and I found the spell we’ll need to get them out of the enchantments Umbridge has them locked up with.”

Fred hums and nods absentmindedly, not really paying attention to what George is saying. He’s too busy watching Y/N. She’s sitting a few seats away with her friends, laughing at something one of them has said. Y/N looks absolutely gorgeous and carefree, and Fred’s heart pounds in his chest as he watches her.

“Everything all set on your end?” George asks, nudging Fred.

“Almost,” he responds. When George smacks him upside the head Fred finally turns to glare at him. “What the hell was that for?” he asks, rubbing at the spot George’s hand hit.

“I did all the hard stuff! All you had to do was pack the bags and set up the swamp for us to set off,” George scolds. “We leave tomorrow, Fred!”

Fred rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I was talking about git.” He turns in his seat so he can look at Y/N again. “Bags are set and so is the prank.”

“Oh,” George says softly, feeling stupid. He follows Fred’s gaze and frowns. “You haven’t told Y/N yet?”

“No,” he admits. “She’s not going to like what I have to say so I’ve been putting it off for a few days to get as much time with her as possible.”

“I thought Y/N supported the whole joke shop thing?” George asks, his confusion evident in his tone. “There’s only two months of school left, I can’t imagine she’ll be that mad.”

Fred bites his lip and tears his gaze away from Y/N so he can look at George. “It’s not the joke shop she’s going to be mad about.” Fred swallows thickly. “It’s the fact that I’m going to break up with her that’s going to upset her.”

“What?” George asks in shock as his eyes widen. “You’re joking right?” When Fred doesn’t move George hits him. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“No, I’m not joking,” Fred whispers, hanging his head. “It’s for the best.”

George nudges Fred so he’ll look up at him. “What do you mean? You’re madly in love with her and she’s madly in love with you, how can breaking up with her be a good thing?” George leans forward to whisper in Fred’s ear. “You’ve talked about marrying her, Fred. What changed?”

“The world has changed, George,” Fred says suddenly, scaring his brother. “Percy disowning us, us joining the Order, our family being a target for You-Know-Who and the death eaters. I can’t bring her into that, I can’t risk her life like that.” Fred clenches his fist. “I love her too much to let her get hurt.”

“So, you’re going to break up with her, to keep her safe?” George asks, trying to understand Fred’s point of view.

“I know it seems weird but it’s the only way that I can keep her safe. Even if it kills me to do it,” Fred sighs. He lets himself look at Y/N again, and his heart breaks when she returns his gaze and smiles at him warmly.

“Freddie,” Y/N greets as she takes the last few steps down the staircase and into the common room. It’s well past midnight, and Fred had left Y/N a note to meet him downstairs. She moves over to him quickly and sits next to him on the couch. “I feel like I’ve barely seen you this week.”

Fred resists his urge to cuddle her close and leans in to kiss her briefly. “Sorry, love. Been busy doing stuff with George,” he lies. Truthfully Fred has been distancing himself from her over the past few days. He knows breaking up with her is for the best, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Y/N is like a drug to him, the more he’s around her the more he craves her touch and her presence. If he allowed himself to spend every waking moment with her like he desired he’d never get the nerve to end it.

“Joke shop stuff?” Y/N asks excitedly and when Fred nods she smiles at him. “I’m so proud of you, Freddie. You’re working so hard on all that stuff with George, and I just know you guys are going to make it big.”

“Thanks, love,” Fred says quietly, praying that his voice doesn’t crack. He leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to Y/N’s forehead, taking a deep breath in. She smells like honey and flowers and Fred thinks it’s the most comforting scent in the world. Normally it would make all the stress leave his body, but tonight it punches a hole in his chest.

Y/N pulls away from Fred and cups his cheek so she can make him look her in the eyes. “What’s wrong, Fred?” The use of his actual name knocks the air out of Fred’s lungs. He’s always Freddie to her, unless they’re talking about something serious. “You’re not acting like yourself. What’s going on?”

Fred moves away from Y/N further down the couch, and he puts his hand up to stop her from following him. “We need to talk about something.” He can feel tears forming in the back of his eyes and he blinks furiously, trying to keep them at bay. “We can’t, we can’t see each other anymore. Be together anymore.”

“What?” Y/N asks, her voice cracking. Tears spring to her eyes and start to slowly wander down her cheeks as confusion and sadness start to flow through her veins. At dinner just that evening Y/N had mentioned to her friends that she suspected Fred was going to propose after graduation, and just a few hours later he’s shattering her heart into a million pieces.

“I’m breaking up with you, Y/N,” Fred says clearer, his bottom lip trembling. “We’re done. Over with. I can’t be with you anymore.”

Y/N sobs and when she reaches out to grab Fred he stands up quickly. “Don’t do this Fred, please. I thought everything was okay with us. What went wrong? I can fix it Fred, please.” She wipes away some of her tears, but fresh ones just keep replacing them when she looks into Fred’s cold, emotionless face. “I love you Fred. Don’t you love me too?”

Fred closes his eyes, so he doesn’t have to look at the pure heartbreak on Y/N’s face. He loves her more than life itself, and that’s why he has to do this. “I don’t love you anymore,” he says coldly, opening his eyes to look Y/N in hers. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, before turning around and heading up to his dorm, the echoes of Y/N’s sobs following behind him.

Y/N doesn’t think much of it when her period doesn’t arrive like it’s supposed to three days after Fred and George leave school. She just had her heart broken by the boy she thought would be her forever, so it makes sense to her when she misses it completely. And when she starts to feel lethargic and has random nausea spells in the following few weeks Y/N attributes it to stress; her chest still aches with the thought of Fred and NEWTS are coming up.

Y/N doesn’t start to panic that it may be something more until she misses another period. Her chest still feels empty without Fred, but she’s just graduated and she’s excited for her life to continue on. But the nausea is still there, and her ankles have started to swell, and she can’t help but notice that her boobs are sore pretty much all day every day. When she wakes up one morning and the smell of her mother cooking eggs sends her heaving into the toilet, Y/N can’t deny what she’s known deep down for weeks. She takes a test that afternoon and confirms her fears.

Pregnant.

Her parents are upset when she tells them the next day, and they urge her to send an owl to Fred immediately. By this point it’s no secret to anyone what Fred and George are up to, their joke shop has been open for weeks now and is the talk of the wizarding world. Y/N has often thought about heading to Diagon Alley to check up on Fred, but she always resists those urges. Fred was her first thought when she saw that little pink plus sign, but she can’t bring herself to tell him. Fred clearly didn’t want her to be a part of his future, and she’s not sure she’s ready to let him be a part of this future with her.

Y/N is 10 weeks along when her mother escorts her to her first doctors’ appointment, and to no one’s surprise its twins. Up until this point her parents had been adamant that she consider adoption as well, but as soon as the doctor announces its twins, Y/N’s decision to become a mother is solidified. These babies are going to be the perfect combination of her and Fred, her last connection to the boy she still loves.

Y/N gets a job doing copywrite work for the daily prophet, and a hefty inheritance from her grandfather allows Y/N to move to a cute brownstone in London when she’s eight months pregnant. She avoids Diagon Alley like the plague, too afraid of running into Fred or George. Her family and friends try and convince her to reach out to Fred, and Y/N really does try. She has dozens of unsent letters in a box under her bed, dating all the way back to the day she found out she was pregnant. Y/N thinks about sending them often, but her stomach lurches each time she tries to.

She gives birth to a perfect, healthy baby boy and an equally perfect and healthy baby girl on a snowy day in December. Y/N names her son Phoenix, to match the fiery red hair that’s already sprouting out of his tender head. And she names her daughter Electra, to match her bright eyes and to remind Y/N that she and her brother are the light at the end of a very dark road. They both remind her so much of Fred, and it makes her journey into parenthood harder than she thought it would be.

The war is tough on everyone, but Y/N manages to survive it. It’s hard, raising two children alone during the darkest times anyone has seen, but it builds her confidence in her parenting abilities. She falls in love with herself and being a mother, and it only strengthens the bond she has with the twins. They’re without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to her and watching them grow swells her chest with pride. In the blink of an eye the twins are 4, and the world Y/N had created for them suddenly comes crashing down.

“Damn,” Y/N mutters to herself as she examines the jar that usually holds Abraxan hair. “Forgot to get more.” She’s not the best at potion making, but she had found one in her youth that will temporarily change the color of your hair, and Electra had woken up that morning with the desire to turn her fiery red locks purple.

“Mummy said a bad word,” Phoenix teases, kicking his legs excitedly.

Y/N turns around and playfully rolls her eyes at the twins. They’re sitting at the table gobbling down pancakes as per usual. While they both sport the same red hair as their father, Phoenix is the spitting image of Fred, and it used to make Y/N’s heart ache. But it’s been almost 5 years since Fred broke her heart, and the pain no longer lingers. Electra takes after Y/N, her soft features and eyes nearly identical to her own. Unfortunately for Y/N they both inherited Fred’s love for pranks and jokes, and she finds herself collapsing into bed every night exhausted from the mischief they create.

“That’s because Mummy is allowed to say bad words,” Y/N teases. She puts out the fire beneath the cauldron she’d been brewing her potion in before taking a seat at the table with her kids. “We’re going to have to run into Diagon Alley after breakfast. I need to stock up on some things to make your potion, Ellie.”

“So, you can say shit, but we can’t?” Ellie pouts, putting her fork down.

“Hey!” Y/N says, trying not to laugh. “What did I just say? Bad words are for adults to use during the appropriate situation. They’re not for little kids to say at the breakfast table.”

“That’s so not fair,” Phoenix sighs, putting his fork down as well. “How old do we have to be to be adults?”

Y/N takes a sip of her coffee, shaking her head. “Older than 4 I can tell you that.”

“Five then?” Electra asks excitedly, her eyes lighting up.

Y/N gives both twins a look that makes them burst out into a fit of giggles. “Hurry up and finish your breakfast or we’ll never make it to Diagon Alley before it gets crowded.”

45 minutes later Y/N apparates into Diagon Alley, a twin holding each hand. Normally she avoids taking the twins with her whenever she needs to shop, fearful that Fred may be lurking around every corner. But she just needs to grab a few things, and it’s early enough that most of the stores are closed, and when Y/N looks over her shoulder it seems that Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes is no exception.

“Here come on. We just need to grab a few things and then we’ll go home, and I’ll be able to put the potion in your hair, sound good?” Both twins nod excitedly and Y/N smiles at them. “And no running away!” she adds with a laugh, before pulling them both into the store behind her.

“There were just the cutest little red head twins outside,” Verity calls dreamily from her place in the front window. They’re still a few minutes from opening, so she’s waiting by the door for it to be time to unlock it.

Fred comes down the last few steps from his flat into the shop, fixing his tie. He comes to stand next to Verity, peering out the window with her. “Really? George and I better watch out, they may try and steal out thunder,” he jokes.

It’s started to barely snow when the door to the Potion supply store just down the road swings open, and two little kids with fiery hair are running out to twirl around in the snow. Fred goes to say something, but his mouth runs dry when someone else follows the kids out. “Y/N?” he asks, almost unable to believe what he’s seeing. He hasn’t seen her in almost five years, and his heart has started to pound in his chest.

“You know her?” Verity asks, watching as Y/N chases the two little kids around in the snow.

Fred nods, almost unable to believe what he’s seeing. Y/N is there in front of him and Fred’s blood runs cold as he watches the little girl run into Y/N’s arms. “Hey Verity. How old do you reckon those kids are?” Fred has a few nieces, but he’s absolute shit at telling how old kids are.

Verity hums, watching them closely. “I’d say anywhere from 4 to maybe 6? It’s kinda hard to tell through the window but they’re definitely no younger than 3.” Fred makes a noise from behind her, and she turns to look at him. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Fred just stands there, unable to form a coherent sentence as his brain puts the pieces together. Not only is Y/N out there with two young children, they both have fiery red hair that looks quite like his, and their approximate age makes it very likely that Y/N could have been pregnant with them during their last year when he broke up with her.

Before Fred has truly processed the fact that those very well might be his children playing in the snow, he’s throwing the door to the joke shop open and heading out into the cold. Both of the kids are giggling like crazy, and it makes Fred’s knees quiver as he approaches. “Y/N!” Fred calls when he’s only a few feet away.

Y/N freezes at the sound of her voice being called by someone far too familiar. She grabs a hand of each twin and pulls them close to her side as she stands up. “Fred,” she says flatly, looking up at him. Her heart feels like it might beat out of her chest, and she can’t help but look Fred up and down. He looks older, more mature, but still so familiar to Y/N.

“What are you? What is? Who are?” Fred stutters as he tries to find just the right words.

He lets his eyes wander from Y/N’s face down to the two little kids standing at her side. Both of their cheeks are flushed red from the cold, and as Fred looks at the little girl there’s no denying that she’s Y/N’s daughter. Her eyes are the same color as her mother’s, and her cheeks have the same roundness. He looks to the other child then, and his jaw nearly drops. It’s as if he’s looking at a baby photo of himself that his mother has hanging on the walls of the Burrow. The little boy has the same brown eyes as Fred, and an almost identical freckle pattern splashed across his cheeks. If there was any doubt in Fred’s mind before it’s gone now. There is no denying that he’s the father of these children.

“Mummy,” Electra asks, tugging on Y/N’s hand. She waits for her mother to look at her before she continues. “Who is that?” she asks, pointing towards Fred.

Y/N swallows thickly and squats down so she’s eyelevel with the kids. “That’s Mummy’s friend Fred, from school. I’ve told you about him and his brother, George. Remember?” She gestures behind Fred, towards the shop. “They own the joke store where Papa buys all those little things for you two to prank me with.”

Both twins giggle at that, looking at Fred with awe. He can barely believe the words he’s hearing, and he’s frozen in place. The little boy lets go of Y/N’s hand and takes a few steps towards Fred and holds his hand out.

“It’s great to meet you, Mr. Fred,” Phoenix greets. When Fred tentatively bends down and shakes his little hand, he smiles. “I’m Phoenix and that,” he pauses so he can turn back to point at his sister. “Is my baby sister, Electra.”

“Only by 5 minutes!” Electra shouts, running towards her brother. Phoenix takes off then, and Fred watches as they chase each other around in the snow, the wind blowing through their hair and both of them laughing like crazy.

“They just turned four, in December,” Y/N says as she stands up.

Fred tears his gaze away from them so he can look at Y/N. “How could you not tell me?”

Y/N shrugs and looks away from Fred’s intense stare. “You made it pretty clear that I had no place in your life or in your future, I didn’t want to go through that again. And I didn’t want to share them with you, if I’m honest.”

“Share them with me?” Fred asks, trying to contain his anger. “They’re my kids Y/N. Not some stupid toy.”

“Obviously I know that, Fred,” Y/N sneers with a glare. “But I was barely 18 when I found out I was pregnant, and I’d just had my heart shattered out of nowhere by the guy I thought I was going to marry. So, excuse me for not running right to you. I was freaking out when I found out I was pregnant and being rejected by you for a second time wasn’t high on my list of priorities.”

“I still deserved to know,” Fred responds, less angry. He hadn’t of even thought about that. Of course, Y/N would have been scared and unwilling to come to him. He still can’t think about the night he ended things without getting emotional, and he can’t imagine how it felt for Y/N, especially finding out she was pregnant only a few months later.

“I know, I know,” Y/N admits sadly. They both just look at each other for a moment, the twins still running in circles around them.

“Where do we go from here? I can’t just pretend they don’t exist,” Fred says quietly. “I want to be in their lives, Y/N. I need to be.” Fred pauses to swallow the lump in his throat. “But there’s things we need to talk about. About that night, the things I said to you. Can we do that, please?”

Y/N nods and reaches into her bag for a spare piece of parchment and a pen. She scribbles something down and reaches out to hand it to Fred. “Here’s my address. Come by tonight? The kids go down at 8 so come any time after that, we won’t have to worry about any little ears listening in.”

Fred grabs the piece of parchment, letting his hand linger on Y/N’s for just a moment. The contact sends a shiver down his spine and Fred thinks his heart might just beat out of his chest. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Great.” Y/N calls both kids back to her, and they each wave at Fred before taking their mother’s hand and apperating away.

“Mummy?” Electra asks that evening as Y/N is getting her and her brother ready for bed. The twins are standing on little stools and brushing their teeth while Y/N runs a comb through their freshly washed hair.

“Yes, my love?” Y/N responds, making eye contact with her in the mirror.

“When can we see your friend again?” Electra asks once she’s spat her toothpaste foam into the sink. “The one from today?”

Y/N bites her lip and starts to braid Electra’s hair. “You mean Fred?” Electra nods as best she can and Phoenix nods excitedly next to her. “You guys like Fred?”

“He’s so tall!” Phoenix muses with a giggle. “You think I’m ever gonna be that tall, Mummy?”

Despite the fact that they’re the same age, Phoenix is already a few inches taller than Electra. He clearly takes after Fred, so Y/N is sure that he’ll end up being just as tall as his dad. “I think you might be, bud.”

“And he’s got red hair like us!” Electra adds with a giggle. “I’ve never met anyone with red hair before.”

“Well your hair isn’t red right now,” Y/N teases as she wraps a hair tie around the end of Electra’s braid. Her potion making was successful, and for the next few days Electra’s hair will be a soft purple color. “Can I tell you guys something crazy?” Both of the twins turn so they can look at Y/N and nod happily. “Everyone in Fred’s family has red hair.”

“No way!” Electra and Phoenix gasp at the same time.

“Everyone?” Phoenix asks in awe.

Y/N nods and reaches out to ruffle his still damp hair. “Every single one. And you guys have something else in common with Fred too.”

“What is it? What is it? What is it?” Electra asks excitedly, bouncing on her stool.

“Fred is a twin too,” she says with a laugh, pressing a kiss to Electra’s forehead. “His brother George that he runs his store with is his identical twin.”

Phoenix hops off of his stool so he can come over and hug Y/N’s leg. “Wicked. So, we can see him again?”

“Maybe, sweetheart. I’m not sure yet,” Y/N says honestly. Fred wants to be in their lives, but they still have so many unresolved issues. The last thing she wants to do is get their hopes up only for Fred to be gone just as quickly as he came.

Electra wraps her arms around Y/N’s middle and hugs her close. “Please Mummy,” she begs, looking up at her with wide eyes. “He seemed really nice. And he was really cute!”

“Electra,” Y/N laughs. “That’s enough out of you. Fred is my friend and I won’t be having any talk like that.”

“Do you think he’s cute?” Phoenix teases, looking up at Y/N with a cheeky grin.

He looks so much like Fred in that moment, and it nearly knocks the breath out of her lungs. “You two are crazy. It’s time for bed, monkeys. Let’s go.”

“That wasn’t a no!” Electra shouts as she jumps from her stool and follows her brother out of the bathroom.

Y/N has just come down the stairs from putting the kids to bed when there’s a soft knock at the door. She sighs as she looks around at the mess her living room as turned into. Y/N planned on cleaning up a bit before Fred arrived, but it took forever to calm the twins down after their conversation in the bathroom. She’d had to read them two stories and admit she thought Fred was cute before they would drift off.

“Hey, come on in,” Y/N greets as she pulls the door open for Fred. This is the first time she’s seen him up close, and he’s just as handsome as she remembers. Y/N tries to calm her heartbeat down as she shuts the door behind him. “Sorry about the mess. The twins have just started getting their magic and it’s hard to keep up with them.”

Both Electra and Phoenix had started to exhibit signs of magic just after their fourth birthday, and ever since they’ve been more chaotic than usual. If Y/N didn’t know any better she would think that they somehow have managed to already control what little magic they have, because it always seems like they’re working together to cause as big of a mess as possible.

“Don’t worry about it,” Fred says as Y/N waves her wand, watching as things fly back into place. “George and I gave Mum a run for her money, so I’d expect nothing less from my children.” The words feel funny in his mouth. His children. As exciting as the idea of being a dad is, Fred would be lying if he said he also wasn’t scared shitless.

“Can I get you something? Wine? Firewhiskey? Tea?” Y/N asks, gesturing for Fred to take a seat on the couch.

Fred sits down slowly, watching Y/N fidget. “Most people assume I drink coffee.”

“Well I’m not most people,” Y/N responds, flushing slightly.

“You’re not wrong about that,” Fred says quietly. “I’m alright, Y/N. Thanks though.”

Y/N nods and sits down next to Fred, making sure to keep a good amount of distance between them. “So,” she starts, looking over at Fred. “Where do we even begin?”

“I don’t have any idea,” Fred answers truthfully. “I never really thought I’d ever be having a conversation like this. There’s so much I wanna say to you. And stuff I wanna ask you. But I have no idea where to start.”

Y/N clears her throat. “Can I ask you a question?” When Fred nods she takes a deep breath to try and calm herself. There are things she needs to know the answer to, no matter how much it hurts. “Why did you break up with me? It came out of nowhere, for me at least. One minute we were talking about building a life together and the next, you were gone.”

“There was a lot of stuff going on, with my family,” Fred starts, trying to find the right words to explain himself. “My parents were a part of this secret society founded by Dumbledore to fight Voldemort called the Order of the Phoenix. And just before Christmas break my dad was almost killed by Voldemort’s snake during a mission.”

“Fred,” Y/N says softly, fighting her urge to reach out and grab his hand. “How come you never told me any of this?”

“I wasn’t allowed to, Dumbledore’s orders. But going through all that, it made me think about stuff. About me and you and life outside of Hogwarts. George and I decided that we would join the Order once we left school, and I couldn’t put your life in jeopardy like that, Y/N. Our family was being targeted by death eaters and followed around. I knew it would only get worse as time went on. And if you had gotten hurt because of me, I would never be able to forgive myself,” Fred pauses, running a hand through his hair. “So, when George and I decided to leave school early to start the shop, I decided it would be best to end things with you. That’s the only way I knew to keep you safe.”

“So, you didn’t just randomly stop loving me?” Y/N asks meekly.

“God no,” Fred answers immediately. “Y/N I loved you more than life itself. If I knew you were pregnant, or you came and told me I would have grabbed you and ran as far away from Voldemort as possible. It killed me to lie to you like that, but I wanted you to be safe and happy, even if it meant that it wasn’t with me.”

Y/N goes to respond, but she lets out a groan when the phone rings. “Probably my Mum, I’ll be right back. If I don’t answer she’ll just show up and I don’t think either of us wants that.”

Fred laughs as Y/N walks away, unable to stop himself from watching. Having children has done great things to her body, and he can’t help but appreciate it. He’s thinking about how beautiful she still is when the sound of soft pattering on the stairs catches his attention.

“Fred?” Electra asks, her lower lip wobbling as tears streak down her face. “Where’s my Mummy?”

“She’s in the kitchen. Do you want me to go get her?” Electra shakes her head, and before Fred can process what’s happening she’s heading towards him with her arms outstretched. Without hesitation Fred picks her up and places her in his lap. Her little legs wrap around his middle and she tucks her arms into her chest before resting her head on his shoulder. Fred’s hands shake as he hugs her to him tightly, one of his hands coming up to stroke her hair. “What’s wrong, Angel?”

“Bad dream,” she sniffles.

Fred’s heart melts as she snuggles in closer, and he starts to slowly rub her back. “It’s alright, Angel. You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay.” He presses his cheek to the top of her head and inhales deeply, the familiar scent of honey and flowers overwhelming his senses. His chest aches as Electra, his daughter, cries, and he so desperately just wants to make her feel better. “I’m right here, Angel. Nothing’s going to hurt you. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Promise?” Electra asks, pulling away to look at Fred.

Fred leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead. He’s aware that he’s probably breaking about 100 boundaries, but he can’t find it in his heart to care. His little girl is sitting in his lap crying and he’s going to make sure she knows he cares for her. “Promise,” he answers, holding out his pinky finger.

Electra lets out a giggle and hooks one of her pinkies around Fred’s. “You have to keep it now, forever,” Electra reminds him, squeezing his pinky tight.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Fred presses another kiss to her forehead before he wipes away some of her tears. “Feeling better now?”

“Loads,” Electra confirms with a nod. She bites her lip, giving Fred a look. “Can I ask you a question?”

Fred chuckles. “Sure, Angel. What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think my Mummy is pretty?” she asks, shocking Fred. “Because she thinks you’re cute.”

“Does she?” Fred asks in surprise. Of course, Fred had hoped Y/N would still find him attractive, and he hasn’t stopped thinking about her since this morning. He never imagined that he’d be reunited with Y/N so he never let himself imagine creating a future with her, but now she’s back in his life with his kids and Fred would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about what that could mean for them.

“Mhm, she told me and Phoenix before we went to bed.” Electra nudges him. “So, do you think she’s pretty?”

Fred smiles at her. “Don’t tell her, but I think your Mummy is absolutely gorgeous,” he tells her quietly.

Electra giggles excitedly and hugs Fred tightly. “I think you should ask her to be your girlfriend. Mummy’s never had a boyfriend even though Grandma keeps trying to give her one.”

“Oh?” Fred asks, raising his eyebrows at her. “And how do you know all this?”

“I can be real quiet when I want to be,” Electra answers, giving him a cheeky smile and a wink. “Papa thinks it’s because she’s still in love with our Daddy.”

Fred practically chokes on his saliva and he has to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He can hear his heart pounding in his chest and his pulse is thrumming. “Do you know a lot? About your Daddy?” he asks, unable to stop the question from coming out.

Electra shakes her head. “Mummy doesn’t talk about him a lot. Only if Phoenix and I ask. She tells us stories sometimes and talks about how funny and kind he is. And that they loved each other tons. But that’s it.”

“Does it make you sad? That you don’t know a lot about him?” Fred asks. This is definitely not an appropriate conversation to have with a four-year-old, but he can’t seem to stop himself.

“Sometimes,” Electra answers with a shrug. “I love Mummy so so much and she’s the best Mummy in the world. But I think it would be nice, to have my Daddy around too. And I think it would make her happier too.”

“What would make who happier?” Y/N asks as she comes back into the room.

“Nothing. I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Electra answers, winking at Fred.

Y/N crosses her arms and gives the girl a look. “What are you doing out of bed, Ellie?”

“I had a bad dream. But it’s okay, Fred made me feel better.”

“Well that was very nice of Fred to do,” Y/N says quietly. “But since you’re feeling better I guess you can get back in to bed now, hm?”

“I guess,” Electra pouts. “Can I ask you a question first?” she asks, holding her arms out for Y/N to pick her up.

“I suppose,” Y/N answers, picking her up and settling her on her hip.

“How come you lied to us? Before bed you said you didn’t know if we’d see Fred again, but here he is, sitting on our couch.” Electra’s tone is stern, and her eyes are narrowed at Y/N.

Y/N laughs. “I never said I wasn’t going to see Fred again. I said I wasn’t sure you and your brother were going to see Fred again.” Electra frowns at that and Y/N presses a kiss to her forehead. “Now say goodnight to Fred.”

“Goodnight, Fred,” Electra grumbles as Y/N starts to head back up the stairs.

“Goodnight, Angel,” Fred says back with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry about her,” Y/N says as she comes back down the stairs a few minutes later. “I hope she didn’t say anything too crazy.”

“Nothing too bad,” Fred reassures with a laugh. “Though she did mention she’s quite the eavesdropper, so I’d keep an eye on her.”

Y/N groans as she flops onto the couch. “She told you about the boyfriend thing then?” When Fred nods she groans again, her cheeks heating up. “It’s all she’s talked about for weeks, literally anyone that will listen to her gets to hear about the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“I think it’s cute,” Fred insists. “She clearly loves you a lot and just wants you to be happy.” Fred bites his lip. “How come you don’t date? If you don’t mind me asking. Electra has theories but I’d like to hear from you.”

“Of course, she does,” Y/N says with a laugh. “Truthfully, I’ve never had the desire to date anyone else. I always say it’s because the kids are young, and I don’t want to confuse them or bring people around them, but I have gone on a few dates here and there. No one ever feels like the right fit. We were together for so long that everything just always seemed so natural between us. Like we always knew what the other was thinking. Trying to date other people just feels weird, and artificial.”

Fred nods, running a hand through his hair. “I feel you. I’ve had my fair share of failed relationships over the past few years. I think the longest one lasted maybe three months?” he sighs. “I realized I kept trying to recreate what we had with every girl I dated and it’s not fair to them. What we had was special. Irreplaceable.”

Y/N watches Fred for a moment. Before today she had been positive she moved on from Fred, he hardly occupied her thoughts anymore and her chest would only occasionally ache. But after seeing him today, finding out the truth about what happened that night. She can’t help but notice that feelings for Fred she buried long ago have started to rise up again with full force.

“So, you’re not seeing anyone right now?” Y/N asks quietly.

Fred shakes his head and turns so he’s facing Y/N fully. “No, and I haven’t been for quite a while.” He looks her up and down, trying to decide what to say next. “But there is this woman, who I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I saw her today.”

“Oh?” Y/N asks coyly, subtly moving a bit closer to Fred.

“Yeah. And just a few minutes ago her daughter was telling me how cute her Mum thinks I am, and that I should be her boyfriend.” Fred smirks as Y/N’s cheeks flush red. “And I couldn’t help but tell her daughter just how breathtakingly beautiful I find her Mother.”

Instead of responding, Y/N chooses to be bold and she grabs the front of Fred’s shirt, pulling him into a slow kiss. Their lips move together just as perfectly as they always have, making it seem like no time has passed between them at all. Y/N moans as Fred deepens the kiss, letting him pull her onto his lap.

“You’re incredible,” Fred pants as they pull away. He leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. You have no idea.”

“I’ve missed you too, Freddie.” Y/N buries her face in Fred’s neck, letting him hug her close. They sit there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying being together again.

“How should we tell them?” Fred asks, breaking the silence. “About who I really am? I’m okay, with being just your friend Fred for a bit while we figure everything out. That might make it easier.”

Y/N pulls away and gingerly grabs Fred’s face. “You deserve to be in their life as their dad and they deserve to have you in their life that way too. I thought seeing you with them would fill me with jealousy but honestly, seeing you with Electra, it made my heart burst with happiness. And Phoenix would not shut up about you before bed, it was actually really cute.”

Fred chuckles. “They’re just like their Mum, can’t resist my charm.”

Y/N flicks Fred on the nose and then kisses the same spot. “I’ve been thinking about how to tell them throughout the day and I think I have a good idea. All you have to do is come by again tomorrow, around 8 again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Fred murmurs, before pulling Y/N into another heated kiss.

“Alright guys, it’s time to start getting ready for bed,” Y/N says as she walks into Electra’s room the next night. Both kids groan and turn to pout at their mother.

“Five more minutes,” Phoenix begs.

“Please, Mummy!” Electra adds.

“You can have five more minutes.” When both of them cheer Y/N puts a finger up to quiet them down. “Or we can start getting ready for bed right now and you’ll get a special bedtime treat. Which would you prefer?”

Phoenix and Electra look at each other for a moment before they drop the toys they’d been holding and run past Y/N into the bathroom.

“Is the special bedtime treat that we get to sleep in bed with you?” Phoenix asks thirty minutes later as he snuggles into Y/N’s pillows.

“Not quite, it’s even better than that,” Y/N responds as she helps Electra on to the bed. She drops to her knees then and grabs a medium sized shoe box before standing back up.

“What’s in the box?” Electra asks as Y/N climbs into bed and settles in between her and Phoenix.

“Well,” Y/N starts, letting her hand slowly drag over the top. “There’s a few different things in here. When I first found out you two were growing in my belly, I started writing letters to your Dad. But I was too scared to send them, so I kept them all in here.”

“Are you going to read them to us?” Phoenix asks softly.

Y/N shakes her head. “Not tonight. There are a few other things in here I want to show you. Inside this box along with all of those letters, is all the pictures I have of your Dad and I from when we were at school together.”

“We get to see them?” Electra asks excitedly.

“Mhm,” Y/N confirms with a nod. “You guys are getting older now and it’s time you know a bit more about him.” Y/N slowly lifts the lid of the box and grabs the small stack of photos on top. She takes a peek at the first one, before holding it out for both of them to see. “This is from our seventh year, we were walking down to Hogsmeade, the little village outside of school. And one of my friends took this picture of your Dad carrying me on his back.”

Electra and Phoenix’s eyes roam over the photo. Fred isn’t very visible in the photo, just his red hair is visible over Y/N’s shoulder. This is one of Y/N’s favorite memories she has of Fred. She’d stubbed her toe just as they left the castle, and Fred had made a spectacle of it. He insisted on carrying her everywhere, no matter how many times Y/N demanded he put her down.

“Show us another one,” Phoenix requests quietly.

“This one is from our sixth year,” Y/N explains as she shows them the photo. “Hogwarts participated in something called the Triwizard Tournament, and there was this great big ball on Christmas.” The photo just captures Y/N and Fred’s side profiles, each of them smiling as Fred sways them side to side.

Electra frowns and her eyebrows knit together as she looks at the photo. “Hey, he looks kinda familiar,” she muses, looking up at Y/N. “I think I’ve seen him before.”

Phoenix pouts. “What? That’s not fair.”

Y/N chuckles and shakes her head. “Let me show you one more photo, okay?” She takes the next photo and holds it face down for a moment. “This one is just your dad. I took it in front of the black lake just a few weeks into our last year.” Y/N flips the photo over slowly, watching as both Electra and Phoenix focus on it intently.

“Wait a minute, isn’t that,” Electra starts.

“Fred!” Phoenix finishes excitedly. “So, Fred isn’t just your friend?”

“No baby,” Y/N says quietly, trying to keep her emotions in. “Fred was my boyfriend at school, and he’s your Dad.” Y/N pauses, and she hears the front door click shut. “And I think he just walked through the front door.” Both Phoenix and Electra squeal excitedly as they scramble off the bed and head towards the stairs. “Be careful!” Y/N shouts as she starts to follow them.

Fred has barely taken off his coat when he hears the sound of tiny little feet running towards him. He turns towards the stairs just in time to hold out his arms and catch Phoenix and Electra as they jump off the last few steps and into his chest. He wraps one arm around Phoenix and the other around Electra so he can hug them tightly.

“Hello to you too,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to each of their heads. He inhales deeply, overwhelmed once again by the scent of honey and flowers. “You guys miss me that much already? I just saw you yesterday,” Fred jokes, trying to hide how emotional he feels.

“Yeah but yesterday you were just Fred,” Electra giggles.

“Today you’re our Dad,” Phoenix adds with a laugh.

Fred laughs and puts them both down on the ground and crouches so he’s eye level with them. “Is that okay? That I’m your Dad?”

“Is it okay? It’s like the coolest thing ever!” Phoenix insists, hugging Fred again.

Fred returns his hug, rubbing his back. He holds his other arm out and looks at Electra. “What about you, Angel? It is okay with you?”

“Better than okay, Daddy,” Electra confirms, letting Fred hug her tightly.

Y/N comes down the stairs then, tears forming in her eyes as she watches Fred hold their children close. Phoenix is the first to notice her presence, and he pulls away from Fred so Y/N can pick him up.

“Why are you sad, Mummy?” he asks, wiping away a few of the tears that have started to stream down her cheeks.

“I’m not sad, baby,” Y/N insists. “Just really, really happy.”

Fred stands up then and picks up Electra, settling her on his hip. “Hi love,” he greets, leaning forward to kiss Y/N briefly.

Electra squeals in delight as their lips touch, and Phoenix pretends to gag, causing Fred and Y/N to laugh as they pull away.

“Does this mean we get to be a family? Forever?” Electra asks excitedly.

“Forever,” Fred confirms, kissing her on the forehead.

“Pinky promise?” she asks, holding her little pinky out.

Fred hooks his pinky around hers, gesturing for Phoenix and Y/N to do the same. “Promise.”

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mosswillow · 4 years

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Iced Coffee - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader.

Summary:

You met Stephen Strange your last year of medical school. He was godlike and you were infatuated. You liked him and in return he humiliated you. Years later you were over it; made a career for yourself.

He saw you again, remembered you, wanted you. He was going to show you that he had changed, win you over. You would be his and he would protect you forever, he just had to prove himself.

Series Warnings:

18+ adult content, Dark, Rape/noncon, obsessive behavior, stalking, doctor/medical themes, mild/moderate doctor kink, needles (chapter one, not sex related), violence, abuse, kidnapping, forced marriage, smut, escape attempt, dirty talk (my best attempt at least).

Potential warnings, a non-exhaustive list: Oral, praise kink, mild degradation (Will not include whore or slut)

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A/N: Now that I’ve been writing for a few months I’m experimenting with different styles. If you’ve read my other stuff lmk what you think (ask, comment, message, whatever.)

Thank you to the unnamed requester and @couldntbedamned for this request. 🖤

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CHAPTER 1

Stephen was the most brilliant man you had ever met. School was a joke to him, he easily outperformed everyone no matter the subject. He was confident, lived his life with this air of superiority, and you were obsessed. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, sat next to him in class, helped him when he asked. He was nice to you too, he was an asshole almost all the time but when he talked to you it was gentle, respectful.

It was October third when it happened, the date would forever be burned in your memory. He turned to you and asked you the date.

“It’s october third,” you smiled.

He thanked you and touched his hand to your arm and you felt a spark, you were sure he felt it too.

But he didn’t feel it, you were so very wrong.

You found out just how wrong you were that evening in the worst possible way. It was so unexpected, so hurtful. You walked into the small coffee shop you and your friends frequented and saw them all in the corner, socializing. A stab of pain struck you in the chest; nobody invited you. Maybe you should have backed away, recognized you weren’t wanted but you heard your name. You thought they had seen you, called you over.

They hadn’t seen you though, weren’t talking to you.

They were talking about you.

“Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” you heard Stephen laugh.

You walked behind him, tears welling in your eyes and someone nudged him awkwardly. He looked up and made eye contact with you. A tear fell down your face as you backed away from the group. It was like a nightmare, like looking down and seeing you were naked, but this wasn’t a dream. It was horrifyingly real.

“Pathetic,” you heard him say to the laughing group of people you called friends.

It broke you.

You spent the remainder of your time in school avoiding him and every friend who had been there. You poured yourself into your studies and came out of it stronger than before, like a phoenix being reborn - You were brand new, beautiful, powerful.

You became a doctor and scientist and a damned good one at that. But Stephen was always better. Every conference, every medical magazine, he was there; always at the top. You could never escape him.

Until his accident.

He was suddenly gone, you couldn't believe it. Dr. Stephen Strange, the most accomplished neurosurgeon, lost his hands. The shock wiped through the medical community, a travesty they said. It wasn’t a travesty to you though, It was almost uncomfortable how happy you were at his downfall. It felt so freeing to see the great and mighty Doctor Strange fall so far, for your bully to lose the thing that was most precious to them. He became irrelevant, dropped from magazines and conferences and disappeared without a trace. You were truly content for the first time in your life. You were free.

Stephen flexed his fingers and smiled. It was a long road to recovery but he did it, he was a neurosurgeon again and even better now. He was godlike, able to perform surgeries that he could only dream of before. He wasn’t just going to get his life back, he would flourish, go above and beyond his already impressive list of accomplishments, he would dominate.

He walked into the conference full of confidence, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. The gasps and stares made him stand even straighter, walk with even more purpose. He always loved being the center of attention, it made him feel superior.

It was his addiction, to be special, better than everyone around him. The craving for greatness was a consequence of his birthright. He needed to be better because he was better. His brain was like a radiant flame, he shined brighter than everyone around him and he knew it.

“Stephen, good to see you,” a group of colleagues surrounded him, patting him on the back. He felt at home, this was where he belonged.

The auditorium started filling and he followed the group in, sitting in the back and opening his pamphlet. It wasn’t usually his type of lecture to listen to but he had time to kill before his next panel. The speaker, a specialist in infectious disease, worked at New York Hospital where he would start back on Monday. He closed his pamphlet and waited patiently for the presentation to start.

She walked onto the stage and his body tensed as he watched her prepare for her speech. Stephen’s brain was on fire, the attraction to this stranger like nothing he had ever felt. His thoughts turned less than appropriate as he stared at her ass. He saw no panty lines and couldn’t help but imagine what did or did not lie beneath the skirt's thin fabric. She wasn’t a conventionally attractive woman but that made her even more beautiful in his mind. She was perfect for him, a mix of everything he was physically attracted to in one person. Women had thrown themselves at him but he didn’t want any of them, he wanted her.

Then she started speaking and a new wave of attraction washed through him as her intelligence became apparent. Who was this woman? He rarely felt attraction like this, attraction that consumed onto his whole being. He needed to get to know her, needed to touch her, smell her hair, hold her hand. He was obsessed.

He didn’t even realize her presentation had ended until everyone started applauding. Stephen stood and clapped along. He watched her exit the stage and as he walked closer her face suddenly flashed into his memory. He knew her years ago in med school. She liked him, she followed him around like a puppy.

Excitement built as he approached her, but she gave him one look and her face fell into a grimace.

“Stephen Strange,” He held his hand out.

Her reply was cold, “We went to school together,” she spit, ignoring his outstretched hand.

“Yes, we did, didn’t we. I’m very interested in what you’re working on. Maybe we could get together, have dinner?”

“No,” she turned and walked away from him.

“Hey,” He yelled at her, but she kept walking, giving no acknowledgement of his obvious frustration.

It didn’t take him long to catch up, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder pulling her around to face him.

“What is this hostility about?” He asked.

Her body went rigid and she wrenched her shoulder out of his hand, “Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” She said through gritted teeth.

He remembered in that moment what had happened, how he used her for short lived friendships.

“I’m not that person anymore, I’m sorry, let me show you,” be begged.

“You called me pathetic,” She snarled.

“It was so long ago, please.”

She stood up tall and leaned into him. “Pathetic,” she called him before walking away again.

He stood there dazed, never having been discarded so callously. He couldn't leave it like this, he would show her he had changed and she would forgive him. He was determined. He was the great Doctor Strange and he could do anything.

A sob took over your body as you read the little piece of paper. It was over, no more money for research. The conference was your last hope to find funding and you didn’t succeed. You looked at a little blue vial and picked it up. It was a bad idea, you knew it was, but this medicine could help so many people. If you didn’t try it right then you may have never known if it worked or not. You removed your jacket, swabbed your arm and filled a syringe. A tear fell down your cheek as you depressed the plunger.

It immediately started burning, beginning in your arm and flowing throughout your veins until you were screaming in pain. The room spun around and your vision started to blur. You stood and took a few shaky steps before falling to the ground and curling into a ball. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips as you struggled not to pass out from the pain.

A knock rang through your ears and you lifted your head slightly.

“Hey, it’s me,” called a voice from the other side of the door.

Stephen, of course he would show up at the worst moment possible. You were in so much pain and part of you wanted to ask for help but you couldn’t. If anyone found out you could lose your licence and Stephen was someone you were sure would turn you in.

“It’s not a good time,” you yelled.

“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior, I was an asshole but I’ve changed. I really have.”

“Go Away Stephen.”

The doorknob jiggled and you held your breath. You had locked it, you were sure you had.

“Hey, I’m getting worried, open the door,” he demanded.

“I’m sad, ok, lost funding for my research. I don’t want you to see me cry. Happy? If you’ve actually changed you’ll leave!” you put your hand over your mouth to cover a groan, the exhaustion of talking having caused intense pain in your lungs.

“Oh, um, sorry to bother you,” he murmured.

You sighed in relief as the sound of his footsteps disappeared and then hugged your aching body, shivering and crying softly as excruciating pain moved around. It suddenly felt like you had been thrown in a freezer. It Was so cold, why were you so cold?

You shivered and cried on the floor for hours until sleep finally took you, giving a slight respite from the worst day of your life.

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#dark!stephen strange #stephen strange x you #Stephen strange x reader #dark!stephen strange x reader #dark fic #dark marvel #dark!mcu

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darknessisafriend · 3 years

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I will hold you in my arms again Abbe x Reader

@joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan here is your quote request! I hope you will enjoy it, it’s quite angsty^^

“That kid will finally be put at his rightful place, in a cell among the crazies he loves so much!” said the doctor with a grin as he signed a paper of forced internment for the Abbe, since the death of Madeleine, the Marquis and the fire, he had gathered everything he needed to take down the priest; his too high tolerance with the Marquis and other patients like Bouchons, his fascination for the writings of the Marquis, his affection for the maid, now he had become unstable, enable to sleep, depressive, full of dark thoughts and self-harm tendencies. “We will put him in a cell and forever in the coming hour.” Told Collard to his assistant, he couldn’t wait to see him behind bars.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your gasp, no he was going to take everything from him, and he was going to separate you from your lover Francois, you had to tell him and run away together! So quickly and as quietly as possible you hurried to the Abbe’s office, bursting in without knocking and locking the door behind you. Francois barely jumped out of his thoughts, the past days had been traumatizing for a gentle boy like him, now he was broken.

“Francois!” you rushed to him, cupping his face, lately your boyfriend was only the shadow of himself. “Francois listen to me; the doctor signed a paper of forced internment for you, and he is going to locked you up in the coming hour, we have to run away!” you told urgently, hoping for a more vivid reaction from him.

His hands came up, putting them on yours, his thumb brushing over your skin “I can’t Y/N…” he said pained.

“But why? Francois if he does that we will be separated!” you exclaimed urgently.

“I know. But I heard Valcours talk…the gates are already closed for me; they won’t let us out. They won’t let me out.” He pinched his lips together, feeling betrayed by those men “I have to stay Y/N , try to protect them, try to resonate the doctor, the next man who could replace me…”

“Francois, how can you give up your freedom to fight for a lost cause? You will be useless behind bars and-and what will I do without you my love?” you replied, your voice trembling as tears came into your eyes, it was too late.

“Nothing is always lost. Y/N…” his eyes met yours, more alive this time, as if bringing up the love you had for each other was the only thing that made him feel alive. “I have you on the other side, some of the maids too. I have to do my best to defend Charenton against that demon!” he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him and making you sit on his lap “Charenton and you is the only thing I have left, I won’t abandon any of you. I promise you Y/N” you smiled softly, caressing his face and kissing him, until you were startled by the echo of the voice of the doctor, that asshole was getting impatient on putting his claws over the Asylum, he would probably arrive very soon, much sooner than you had hoped. You quickly looked towards the door in fear, your heart racing in your chest.

“Hey, look at me Y/N.” said Francois softly, cupping your chin and making you look at him in the eyes, he had such a gentle gaze, full of love. “I swear to God, we will never be apart, the door of a cell won’t stop us from loving each other with the same devotion and intensity.” He said passionately, ignoring the voice of the doctor and steps of guards getting closer and closer to his office.

“I love you Francois so much…!” tears started to run along your cheeks. He swallowed down and brought a hand to your face, his thumb attempting to erase your many tears.

“Hush my love…this is not the end. I would prefer to remember your beautiful smile from our last intimate moment.” He smiled tenderly at you, his eyes wet with emotion, everything was supposed to go differently, Charenton, a little heaven on Earth where he could love freely. He captured your lips for a desperate kiss, his tongue tasting yours, caressing your lips in a soothing gesture. He refused to believe this would be the last time, God will hear his prayers.

“Coulmier! Open up!” the thunderous knockings of the doctor and his henchmen against the door made you jump in fear, they were about to come in. “Francois…!” you whispered terrified.

“Don’t pay attention to them Y/N. I don’t care, you are the only one that matters to me in this instant.” He captured your lips again, he wanted to savor you until the last moment. You focused on your lover, ignoring the cracking of the door, ready to break. “I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love. I vow to love you, and no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other.” He promised you fondly as if you were marrying and this was part of his poet soul that you loved so much.

“And I vow the same to you Francois…now and forever!” you sniffled, watching him as he took off the golden chain with a cross hanging round his neck under his cassock and putting it around your neck to seal that promise.

Suddenly, the door broke, the doctor and its henchmen bursting in and rushing towards you and your tender priest. You jumped in fear, but your hands held on tightly to Francois, you didn’t want to part, not yet.

“Abbe De Coulmier! It has been diagnosed that you are mentally ill and are no longer able to manage the Asylum. You are now under internment, under my care boy!” the doctor retained a laugh, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Collard…” growled Francois, he would not let them take him without a fight so he quickly pushed you away and threw himself on the doctor, trying to strangle the man who had destroyed his dream. You had never seen him so enraged, so raw but how much you understood him, he fought as hard as he could, his hands seizing the doctor’s neck briefly before receiving a hard hit on the back of the head from one of the men, making him let go of the doctor and fall down, the men then seized him. “See!? That man is a danger to others!” panted the doctor, afraid by that sudden violence. “Lock him in a cell!”

“Francois!” you quickly ran to him, seizing his face, worried. He looked at you, silent because he was still under the shock of the blow. But his lips mouthed ‘I love you’, you nodded, tears in your eyes, kissing his forehead to avoid the doctor’s attention. The kiss was short, the henchmen pulling Francois away like a criminal, a man who had sacrificed himself for others, he didn’t deserve that. “I will keep my promise Francois! And I will keep serving Charenton to its best! I swear to God!” you screamed as he was taken away, tears starting to run down on his cheeks, he will get out one day and hold you in his arms again.

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bestshipsmackdown · 1 year

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Round One Masterlist

Side One

Side One: Group One: Round One

Mike Wheeler x Will Byers from Stranger Things vs. Caitlyn Kiramann x Vi from Arcane

Side One: Group Two: Round One

Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz from 911 vs. Naruto Uzumaki x Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto

Side One: Group Three: Round One

Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson & the Olympians vs. Buffy Summers x Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Side One: Group Four: Round One

Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies vs. Shibasaki Aizo x Someya Yujiro from Honeyworks[Confession Executive Committee]

Side One: Group Five: Round One

Gimli x Legolas from Lord of the Rings vs. Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa from Sk8 the Infinity

Side One: Group Six: Round One

Perfuma x Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs. Caleb Widowgast x Essek Thelyss from Critical Role

Side One: Group Seven: Round One

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney vs. Jonathan Harker x Mina Murray from Dracula

Side One: Group Eight: Round One

Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo from Heroes of Olympus vs. Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Side One: Group Nine: Round One

Gon Freecss x Killua Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter vs. KJ Brandman x Mac Coyle from Paper Girls

Side One: Group Ten: Round One

Adora x Catra from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs. Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Sophie Hatter from Howl's Moving Castle

Side One: Group Eleven: Round One

Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/Joker x Goro Akechi from Persona 5[Persona 5 Royal] vs. Crowley x Aziraphale from Good Omens

Side One: Group Twelve: Round One

Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint vs. Dustfinger x Resa from Inkheart

Side One: Group Thirteen: Round One

Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot from Gotham vs. Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams from Wednesday

Side One: Group Fourteen: Round One

Korra x Asami from The Legend of Korra vs. Magnus Chase x Alex Fierro from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Side One: Group Fifteen: Round One

Hiyori Suzumi x Yujiro Someya x Aizo Shibasaki from Honeyworks[Confession Executive Committee] vs. Eda Clawthorne x Raine Whispers from The Owl House

Side One: Group Sixteen: Round One

Lance x Keith from Voltron: Legendary Defender vs. Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley from Stranger Things

Side Two

Side Two: Group One: Round One

Rose Lalonde x Kanaya Maryam from Homestuck vs. Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows

Side Two: Group Two: Round One

Jack Harkness x Rose Tyler x The Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who vs. Will Parry x Lyra Silvertongue from His Dark Materials

Side Two: Group Three: Round One

Dean Winchester x Castiel from Supernatural vs. Wylan Hendricks x Jesper Fahey from Six of Crows

Side Two: Group Four: Round One

Luz Noceda x Amity Blight from The Owl House vs. Dream x Hob from The Sandman

Side Two: Group Five: Round One

Hikaru Indou x Yoshiki Tsukajinaka from Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu vs. Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Side Two: Group Six: Round One

Troy Barnes x Abed Nadir from Community vs. Tara Maclay x Willow Rosenberg from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Side Two: Group Seven: Round One

Yasmin “Yaz” Khan x The Thirteenth Doctor from Doctor Who vs. Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from Merlin

Side Two: Group Eight: Round One

Fred Jones x Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley x Norville “Shaggy” Rogers from Scooby-Doo vs. Nomi Marks x Amanita Caplan from Sense8

Side Two: Group Nine: Round One

Imogen Temult x Laudna from Critical Role vs. Nana Osaki x Nana “Hachi” “Hachiko” Komatsu from Nana

Side Two: Group Ten: Round One

Michael “Mike” Wazowski x James P. Sullivan “Sulley” from Monsters, Inc. vs. Rapunzel x Eugene “Flynn Rider” Flitzherbert from Tangled

Side Two: Group Eleven: Round One

Link x Zelda from The Legend of Zelda vs. Captain Kirk x Spock from Star Trek

Side Two: Group Twelve: Round One

Gideon Nav x Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb Series vs. Laura Moon x Mad Sweeney from American Gods

Side Two: Group Thirteen: Round One

Marinette Dupain-Cheng[Ladybug] x Adrien Agreste[Chat Noir] from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug] vs. Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier from It

Side Two: Group Fourteen: Round One

Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna from RWBY vs. Bugs Bunny x Daffy Duck from Looney Tunes

Side Two: Group Fifteen: Round One

@bracket-bracket x @thecompetitionshowdowntournament x @ultimate-poll-tournament from tumblr.com vs. Death[El Lobo de la Muerte] x Puss in Boots x Kitty Softpaws from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

Side Two: Group Sixteen: Round One

Todoroki Touya[Dabi] x Takami Keigo[Hawks] from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs. Morticia Addams x Gomez Addams from The Addams Family

#round One #season one #masterlist #s1r1

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samwrights · 4 years

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I Found You

I have no excuses for this one except I’m a dirty dirty Overhaul fucker.

On the real though, this one was very loosely inspired from Yagami Yato’s plot lines for Dabi and Overhaul. These routes inspired the Underground and Dabi and Kai’s occupations, otherwise everything else was just me being a simp.

⤞ Pairing: tattooed!Reader x Former Villain!Chisaki Kai

⤞ Word Count: 16,850. Yes you read that right.

⤞ Warnings: language, arson, awkward questions, reader smokes, I shafted Dabi again and made him the best friend...again, slightly vivid gore, mentions of death, male masturbation, daddy kink, age difference, breeding kink (ish), dirty talk, dom!Kai,

I’m sorry this is so long. Just kidding, no I’m not. I love writing really long fics. Honestly, I’m trying to see how much I can push the boundaries of my writing and how long I can keep one idea conhesive and consistent and how much I can flesh out. Eventually these longer oneshots will be cross-posted to my AO3, I just really need to do my paper. Also Tropium Tattoos is pronounced as Tro-Pie-Um.

The color of fire always burns in accordance to temperature as well as the material that it’s burning. Watching the local Underground clinic slash orphanage burn not only red, but an almost ethereal green from the copper couplings and details of the building felt like an early Christmas warning—like the Underground was a target and the rest of the hidden city would soon follow by the holiday. That warning was only followed by disgust at the thought of someone feeling the need to go after a free clinic and orphanage in a city built out of a hollow sewer full of exiles for whatever fucking reason.

Your heart is an amalgam of aching and sorrow and anger as you watch the flames burst through the windows of the shoddy building from a safe distance. From where you stood outside of your tattoo parlor only two blocks down, you see a crowd beginning together. Much to your surprise, most of them were only kids with one adult herding them—a man you recognized to be the owner of the building currently meeting its demise.

The doctor of the clinic is as calm as ever, or rather trying to be, quietly attempting to do a headcount of his children. It seemed that concentration was alluding him, given the situation, because he swears up and down that he knows he has nine kids. Yet, he seemed to be unable to count past eight. He’s trying not to panic, but one of the kids speaks his greatest fear into fruition. “Daddy, Eri’s not here!” Golden eyes widen until the sclerae are fully round, pupils constricting in fear. This ‘Eri’ was special, you realize as you observe from a short distance away. The doctor is looking back at his children who are all in some form of tears and shambles then back at the burning building like a ferocious game of ping pong. Chisaki Kai can’t just leave his kids out here—not when he is almost certain that this attack was premeditated. But his daughter, his eldest daughter at that, was still inside potentially being engulfed by flames.

Back and forth.

Your body moves without a second thought.

Your body moves, ignoring the screams from other bystanders for you not to go inside the burning clinic as you burst past the dilapidated red door. Upon entering, copper decor and steel support beams had fallen from the ceiling, sparking flames that were separating you from the stairwell that led up to the orphanage. There was no way you would be able to find this Eri person through the wreckage—not alone at least. Maybe your dumb quirk was good for something.

You didn’t even realize you had a quirk until the age of twenty when you had gotten your first tattoo. It wasn’t anything crazy—a traditional-style three-eyed wolf’s head on your arm—only to wake up the following morning with no soreness, no tenderness, and no ink on your body. The wolf laid beside you, curled up in your bed, somehow manifesting into real life. At first it was terrifying, of course, but after learning how to return the creature back to your body you realize it might not have been a total waste of money. Your quirk, something you jokingly called the Magic Pencil quirk in reference to a Spongebob Squarepants episode from your childhood, was officially registered through the government on the Surface as Life Canvas. Again, it was a pretty dumb quirk unless you knew just what to utilize. Now your body was littered with dozens of creatures, weapons, hell even a telephone just in case you might need it. But the wolf was your favorite, as it was your first, and he was just the one to call for in this situation. Activating your quirk, you pinch at the ink on your forearm until it begins to peel off before setting it down on the ground. The line work stands on its own before the ink fills out into a three-dimensional mass and a now recognizable creature.

“There’s a child somewhere here. Help me find them,” you implored your creation, cautiously climbing around the shambles while it did the same, though much nimbler than you. Fragments of the stairs were missing, some of railings were in flames—it was hard for you to get anywhere at the moment. A scream rips through the walls, a young girl you realize. She’s probably now seeing your large and somewhat creepy three-eyed wolf. Maneuvering carefully, you find spots that have yet to burn until you see a little girl cowering away from flames in her bedroom and away from your quirk. “Take my hand!” You try to scream, but the way building was going down was deafening. Instead, you cross a patch of fire to scoop the frail child in your arms and trapping the both of you behind a brazen wall of flames. Patting the wolf on the head, as if deflating it with your magical hands, it flattens back into a two dimensional drawing and returns to your body to grant you the ability to switch out to a manifestation that would prove to be more useful in this situation. You repeat the process, this time with a Phoenix from under your bosom that emerges just outside the window closest to the two of you. “Hold on tight,” you tell her as you pull her flush against your own body before smashing through glass to land the back of the Phoenix, covering her head to make sure the shards didn’t mar her skin. With a gentle descent, you place her feet first on the concrete with her family.

“Eri!” The doctor of the clinic calls out in relief, arms wrapping around his daughter tightly. Your lips purse in a small, tight smile before you’re off on your way again, riding off into the horizon on the back of your strange creature. And for a moment, Chisaki Kai is torn between going after you to thank you while Overhaul wants nothing more than cleanse his children and you for touching his precious daughter with a vile quirk. He settles on the former, golden eyes watching your back disappear into the dark cavern of the Underground city.

Weeks had passed since the fire burned down the orphanage clinic. Tabloids were published trying to figure out who the mysterious hero was, though most of the articles feared that an actual Hero was among the residents of the Underground. The Underground welcomes Heroes like the human body welcomes the plague—they tried to be eradicated and killed off. Not to say that quirks themselves weren’t welcome, no. It’s just that most of the residents were quirkless and those that did have one were all registered in a public database, separate from the government mandated one up on the Surface, so that quirk wielders were no secret.

All but you, anyway.

One of these well-known resident holders was Chisaki Kai. Quirk: Overhaul. Local doctor and caretaker of the orphaned, quirkless kids. Though, whether their powers had yet to manifest or he had removed them himself due to his vile distaste for the genetic mutation was unknown to the public.

Another was the leader of the Underground: Dabi. The Cremation user who was presently lounging in one of your dingy, beat up sofas of your tattoo shop. “You know, most of the people just want to know who you are,” he supplies, flipping through the most recent news article. Instantly, he knew it was you that had rescued the little girl from the burning building, knowing full well of your quirk regardless of how rarely you used it.

“And half of them want my head because they think I’m a Hero,” you spit the last word out as you finish tidying up your workspace. Your last client of the evening had just left, leaving you to close up shop while Dabi came to bother you as you did so. Not that you complained considering he had been a close friend for a long time. “Like I would ever be a Hero.” Heroes were the reason you and many others here in the Underground existed in this hidden sewer metropolis. Whether the Heroes had destroyed their livelihoods, their families or, in your case, accidentally killed your parents while you were still a teenager and you had nowhere to go, they were at fault for the creation of this cozy, dingy city.

“Says here that Eri wishes to personally thank you,” Dabi adds, turquoise eyes flickering in your direction as you stop at the mention of her name. “We could hold some little rally, get you a medal—“

“Dabi, no.”

“—or you could just stop by town hall with me. Overhaul and the kids have been staying there while the clinic gets rebuilt.” You mull his words over in your head while capping all your ink bottles and putting them away in their respective drawers. Dabi takes your silence as a gesture of you thinking, even more so as you aggressively sanitize your client chair. “Come on, [ name ], she’s just a kid.”

“Yeah, but I hate kids.”

“Then stop acting like one.” With that, the leader leaves your shop, bells tolling as he exits. You weren’t being childish, you internally bite, silently and stubbornly. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t want to just announce that the lone tattoo artist of the Underground had a quirk that the public didn’t know about. It wasn’t your fault that your body moved without thinking. And it certainly wasn’t your fault that you rescued the daughter of the most notorious quirk hater in the city.

Chisaki Kai was not quiet when it came for his distaste of quirks despite having one himself. Rumors floated all around the Underground that all of the children in his care had their quirks removed by his own hand, Eri included. What kind of monster did that? To his own child, no less. The thought made you sick to your stomach, only reaffirming your initial decision to not meet with Eri.

But thinking of her brings great sadness to you. She was merely a child—a child who probably didn’t understand her father’s distaste. A kid who just wanted to thank the woman who saved her and nothing else. A sigh passes your lips as you head up the stairs from your shop to your attached apartment, turning off the lights to Tropium Tattoos. It’s not fair to deny her, you think.

Maybe you’ll just sleep on it for now.

The following morning was quiet, as it was every morning in a city built out of a sewer. But eerily...too quiet. The sound of chirping nature and wildlife was a foreign concept now, especially years later. But there were no sound of bikes or clunky old cars passing by or arguing neighbors—if noise was present at all, it was in the form of faint crackling and crinkling of papier-mâché but somehow on a grander scale. It was new. There’s a grotesque smell in the air; a cross between a stale bonfire and rotting wood and warm smoke.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

Panic fills your veins, throwing your nearly bare body out from under the covers. Ripping open your bedroom door and flying out the narrow entryway that led to the stairwell, you’re met with orange flames burning the wood of your staircase leading down to your shop. There’s no time for you to think about anything other than retreating back to your living room, to where the flames had yet to enter the threshold. Glancing out the large bay window behind your couch, you debate how steep of a drop it is from your second story down onto the cold pavement without sparing a second thought to how you could break your own fall. Contemplation wears down at your time to escape, you realize, as the fire is now entering your living space and burning brightly like a firework and catches onto the wooden console table in your entryway as well as the walls. Without another moment’s hesitation, you throw yourself through the window, bracing for impact from both the glass and the inevitable shattering of at least one bone.

“[ name ]?!” You hear Dabi yelling over the sound of collapsing support beams from the inside of the building. All that’s on your mind is pain—throbbing pain and an ear-splitting cry as you try to cradle your probably broken arm from the back alley of your shop. Dabi calls out your name again, running over towards you while still trying to be somewhat mindful of all the shards of glass in fear of accidentally kicking more in your direction. Between rapid breaths, a few heavy coughs escape your lungs, no doubt from smoke inhalation. “I got you,” he murmurs as he picks you up gingerly. Another groan leaves your lips—your whole body hurts and were you more coherent and not in shock, you probably would have realized sooner that you’d broken more than just your arm. “Find who did this and bring them to me,” Dabi snarls at the small squadron behind him attempting to put out the fire that was destroying your livelihood as he makes his way back to town hall.

It takes everything in Dabi’s body to not stamp his entire way back into his living quarters and the only reason he isn’t is because he’s carrying your busted body. This is the fourth fire in two weeks with no discernible pattern. All he knows is that it started with Overhaul’s clinic and now has somehow reached your quaint and quiet tattoo shop. As a leader, it makes Dabi want to tear his hair out. As a friend, he’s just pissed off.

He’s thankful you’ve passed out just so he doesn’t have to deal with you bitching about how gruff he’s being. Though, it certainly dawned on him that you had probably fallen unconscious from the sheer agonizing pain of breaking multiple bones simultaneously. He sets you down, far from gently, in the residential living room upstairs of the Town Hall building. “Overhaul!” He bellows out, not even caring if the children heard his angry tone right now.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” the doctor appears from around the corner, a clearly agitated look on his face, even beneath a simple black mask. The irony isn’t lost on Dabi despite his composure—he remembers once upon a time when Kai only went by the name of his quirk. Funny how years go by. “Her again?” Overhaul all but sneers, looking at your limp body that was covered only in a thin tee shirt and a pair of panties. Ignoring that little fact of seeing so much painted flesh, he notices the distinct smell of burnt wood and swelling under the skin where the breaks were. “What happened to her?”

“Someone set [ name ]’s tattoo shop and apartment on fire. She jumped out of a window to get out.” Dabi is absolutely seething, little sparks of blue flames leaving his nostrils as he lets out tufts of air. “Idiot had no idea how to break her fall and busted her shit. Can you help her?”

“I suppose that would make us even.” The doctor snarks back thoughtlessly, but he can’t help but wonder why you didn’t use your little quirk to save yourself as you had with Eri.

“Good. I’m gonna go find this fucker.” With that, Dabi storms out of the living room and out of the town hall building, leaving Kai with the woman that saved his daughter’s life. At least maybe now, Eri could say thank you like she had been asking to do. He could say thank you.

Chisaki adjusts you on the couch so that you’re entirely flat on the cushions, mindful of the glass that’s embedded in your skin. If anything, he should probably remove those first. With gloved hands, he picks out all the shards he can see with his golden eyes while his mind wanders as he looks at the lines and colors of the tattoos that covered your body. From neck to toe, there was ink on nearly every inch—even the one dragon-snake hybrid on your face that wrapped around your temple and cheekbone. Despite your [ hair color ] locks matting your skin, Overhaul found all of your tattoos rather intriguing to look at; almost as if it weren’t flesh because the contact wasn’t causing him to break out in hives. Like your body told a story without you even needing to speak.

After getting all the glass cleared up, Kai gently pushed on your arms and legs, checking for any signs of bones out of place from where they should be or cushioning and swelling to protect the damaged areas, outside of the very obvious ones that nearly looked like softballs. Two breaks in your femur, four in your ulna from what he could feel—nothing that Overhaul couldn’t fix. Though, he had to make sure that everything had set the way it was supposed to and that you were able to use your limbs after he did the repair. That meant he would actually have to speak to you, and he comes to the realization the two of you never actually had the chance to speak to each other before. Maybe he shouldn’t be as judgmental of the fact that you had a defect—maybe you were like him and abhorrent at the fact that you had a mutation to begin with.

After using his own quirk, Overhaul checks for a pulse on your neck with two fingers, making sure you at least had a heartbeat before patiently waiting for you to regain consciousness. In the meantime, he continues picking out the fragments of glass that escaped his initial sweep—a task made slightly easier when the shards caught the light contrasted the dark lines embedded in your dermis. For a brief second, you stir against his touch before your eyes snap open. “Holy fuck, what happened?” You all but howl when you come to. You let out a deep gasp for breath, suddenly aware of the dull throbbing in your arm and leg as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings.

“Can you tell me if this hurts?” The doctor to your left says evenly, emotionless even, as he holds your wrist between his thumb and middle finger, moving your arm in all sorts of ways. A sharp inhalation sucks in between your teeth as it twists in ways you weren’t sure it could before. A grimace touches his lips underneath is plain, black cloth mask—maybe he didn’t set the bones correctly? Overhaul lays your arm flat, ready to make his adjustments, but as his gloved fingers padded closer, you found yourself retreating further into the depths of the couch cushions.

“I-I’m good,” your words come rushing out, desperate to dodge his touch. Why did you wake up with Overhaul over you? Did he take your quirk away? You’d have to investigate further when you were alone, test it out in private. Ignoring the dull hums of pain coming from your arms and legs, you manage to sit up, slumping over your knees before you realized where you were. “Town hall?”

“Yes. Do you remember anything?” You shake your head—you remember waking up to smelling the smoke in your apartment. You remember the fire creeping up the stairwell and the way orange painted your once tan walls. You remember jumping out the window, but everything else after is met with a blank slate. “You broke your arm and legs in a few places—I reset them with my quirk.”

“Oh,” is all you have to say. “Uh, thank you.”

“Speaking of thank you,” Overhaul palms his knees before pushing off of them from the wooden stool he’s sitting on, standing at his full height and smoothing out his black dress shirt and slightly creased slacks. “My daughter would like to thank you for rescuing her a few weeks back.”

Dammit.

It wasn’t like you could just say no to Eri’s father when it was only the two of you—that would just make you look like an asshole or worse; he could just kill you and say you died in the fire. It was even more difficult to decline considering the young, silver-haired girl was peeking her head from behind a partition, wide-eyed when her dad mentioned her. With your own eyes softening at the sudden contact, you offer an awkward smile that you pray comes off as welcoming. Overhaul beckons her to come closer, holding one hand open until the young girl is tucked underneath his hip.

“U-Um, t-thank you for saving me,” a squeak spills past her dry lips before she runs out of the room as quickly as she came. You didn’t blame her. Even if Overhaul is her father, he gave off an intimidating air that surely would frighten any child. It made you wonder how such a man ran an orphanage. But to your surprise, Eri returned, though this time not alone. A flock of children was accompanying her, each of them with bright eyes and big smiles adorning their unique appearances.

“Thank you for saving our sister!” They chime in unison. The sight made your heart swell and soften, even if only slightly. Eri steps forward cautiously, pushing through her own trepidation as she stands before you and throws herself at you, hugging you tightly with arms around your neck in gratitude. As if triggering a domino effect, a few of the other children felt the need to express the same sentiment. An uncomfortable laugh bubbles past your lips as you awkwardly wrap your arms around the gaggle of kids—you may not like them, but you weren’t that much of an asshole to deny them a hug.

Kai’s typically hard, cold expression mellows at the sight. It’s heartwarming, he gave it that, but a part of him cannot stave off the tiny bubble of envy he feels seeing his children so ready to embrace you when they initially had such a hard time adjusting to life with him. He loved these kids—and it was quite clear you felt the opposite—so why hadn’t they gravitated towards him like they did you? Underneath his mask, he grimaced before internally shaking his head. They were his children, they loved Kai regardless and he knew that. “Alright kids, why don’t you go play and let [ name ] rest? It’s been a rough morning for her.” The use of your name shouldn’t have shocked you, or maybe it was fear that crawled up your spine at the doctor’s endearing tone. You weren’t aware that he knew who you were. The kids let out a collective groan before listening to their father and exiting the living room. As soon as each of their little, youthful heads is out of sight, you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“S-sorry,” you mumble out, suddenly reminding yourself that it was probably rude of you to make a sound as such and you wanted to make sure you did nothing to insult Overhaul to his face. A huge part of you felt that one wrong word out of your mouth meant the end of your quirk or your life.

“It’s alright, I know they can be a handful. Though, they seem to be quite taken with you.” His tone is still rather polite, you notice, and his voice is entirely different than what you’d thought it would be in a one on one interaction. You thought it would be deeper, as whispers and rumors of Chisaki Kai being an incredibly cruel, bitter man painted a different picture in your head. But the man standing before you looked every bit as broken as you felt on the inside—as if a part of him had an empty chasm residing in his chest that could not be filled by the nine children in his care.

“I can’t imagine why,” you reply.

“Neither can I,” he says without skipping a beat, his tone still airy and light. Before you can rebuttal with your quick wit, Dabi storms in with his eyes locked on to your now conscious body. Gesturing with his head, over exaggerating the folds of his damaged skin, he encourages you to follow him downstairs to the mayoral study. Silently, you sauntered off behind him, leaving Overhaul alone in the living room, while you could feel the internal flames burning within Dabi. Pissed didn’t even begin to describe the look on his face.

In the office, photographs of burnt down buildings, rubble, and the skeletal framework of Underground businesses were littered across the large, maple desk. All the while, the leader of the Underground was grumbling to himself repeatedly while tugging at his raven locks in frustration. Not only had someone burned down local businesses in the city, let alone a close friend’s business, but it seemed that someone was attacking his city from the inside. “I wasn’t able to save Tropium.” You offer no response, mostly because there isn’t one to have. You felt anguish over losing your home, sure, but knowing how hard Dabi worked to protect the Underground, you can’t quite imagine how he’s feeling.

Instead, you respond with, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I should be asking you that. Your home is gone, [ name ].” He had a valid point. Perhaps you could find a few local contractors and give them some work—it wasn’t like you didn’t have the money to spare. But that would probably take some time considering, from photo evidence, the place—all of them—was going to need to be built from the ashes. “Stay here while you figure it out. It’s the least I can do.”

“Don’t you already have Overhaul and the kids staying here?” Maybe Dabi didn’t notice the way your voice trembled as you spoke his name, even more so after having woken up to him by your side. But the thought of you, a quirk wielder that kept that little fact hidden from the public, temporarily boarding with a man who was vehemently against the abomination of quirks gave you severe anxiety. Additionally, there was the nine little children that also were a factor and the thought of one of them waking up in your temporary residence and intruding on what little privacy you would have—

“And?” Dabi asks, pulling you from your reverie. “[ name ], I know I don’t say this enough, but you’re one of my closest friends. I don’t feel right not giving you a place to sleep.” His quirk may be Cremation, but Dabi was a master manipulator when it came to pulling at your heartstrings whether or not he was aware of that. You let out a sigh of conceding, knowing you wouldn’t be able to argue your way out of this one.

“One condition, bud,” you hold up a single index finger, the black quill feather tattooed there standing erect, “find me some contractors to help rebuild all the buildings that were burned dow.”

“That’s gonna cost ya,” Dabi hums, as if contemplating. And he was, but rather in estimated cost as opposed to the proposal itself. Physical currency was a rarity in the Underground, as the city ran on a merit and bartering system. Real Surface money was only used for certain occupations. Realistically speaking, he knew money was no object to you considering the wealth, or rather hush money, you acquired from your parents’ death, so there had to be another reason. Knowing you as well as he did, it was probably the fact that the faster your homes were rebuilt, the less time you would have to spend sharing walls with Overhaul. Very smart, the leader mused. “You got a deal, doll.”

You lost count of the days that had gone by since you took over the project of rebuilding the structures that had gone down. While the orphanage project had already begun, you had hired two additional bodies to help the progress go faster so that Dabi could return to his duties without the addition of eleven more mouths to feed. Simultaneously, you had been at your own construction lot from metaphorical sunup to sundown, helping contribute and manage the two men that were hired for your location.

You weren’t avoiding Overhaul, you told Dabi repeatedly when he asked where you’d been all day.

This project was an opportunity for you to set up shop in a reimagined way—to be able to design both your studio space and your living space exactly to your tastes. It had sort of become your baby and you wanted to be as hands on as possible.

You weren’t avoiding Overhaul, you kept telling yourself.

Tropium’s new store front was stunning, albeit a bit ill-fitting with its new modern style in contrast to the Underground’s more rustic, steampunk look. But the charcoal grey stone walls with chunky white trim filled your heart with a sense of pride that your business would hopefully rise from the ashes much like that of the Phoenix tattooed under your bosom.

Currently, you were upstairs with the tiny team of contractors while going over the floor plan of your currently bare apartment. Given the space of the empty building, you managed to enlarge your rooms at the cost of downsizing your entryway and living room. It still felt homey and, with the addition of a small office that served as a spare bedroom, you figured on nights that Dabi hung out and didn’t feel like going home, he had a space too. After laying out the floor plan and going over schematics with the team, you ventured back downstairs to continue sanding down the counters for your studio space.

“So, this is where you’ve been spending your time?” Oxygen freezes in your throat as you’re met with Overhaul’s golden eyes and black mask. Albeit he wasn’t in his normal dress shirt and tie for once, but rather sporting an oversized hoodie and tight denim jeans.

“W-what are you doing here?” Is all you can say back. You aren’t sure if you’re moving or even breathing at this point. The pressure you feel from a man whose face is half-covered is terrifying—liquid gold was dull in comparison to the intimidating eyes of Chisaki Kai.

“Dabi told me about your little deal,” his voice rolls like honey straight from the dripper as he makes small flits toward you that subconsciously leave you retreating back up the stairs one step at time. A deep groan rumbles in his chest when he sees your reaction—not that he blames you in the slightest. Overhaul is more than aware of his notorious reputation both in the real world and in the Underground and is accepting of strangers’ reluctance to be around him. He knows he’s partially to blame for not trying to quell the stigma around him by formally introducing himself prior. maybe not being such a condescending jackass when he first officially met you would have helped as well.

But he can’t squash the little bouts of jealousy that filled him seeing his children flock to you like dragonflies in search of water that almost make him bask in your trepidation.

“Take a walk with me,” Overhaul adds, torn between offering you a gloved hand as a metaphorical olive branch or simply turning around to see if you follow. He opts for the latter merely for the fact that you’re covered in dust and paint from your days’ work. Bounding after him, you stuff your hands into the pockets of your loose overalls as you try to catch up while bearing in mind to keep a short distance between the two of you. The two-block walk is brief and silent as you end up at the construction site of the clinic. Perhaps your memory of the building you never visited beforehand was skewed, but it you were certain it was much larger now. “Feel free to look around. After all, you’re paying for this.” There’s a twinge of malice that paints his invitation that isn’t lost on you, but you decide to forego the welcoming regardless.

Passing through the threshold cautiously, you’re greeted with what looks to be a regular, two story home. The skeletal structure foreshadowed a kitchen, dining room, living space, and a hallway leading to two rooms. One staircase that lead to a basement, one that lead upstairs—it was strange to see the clinic become more of a home than anything else. “Where are you putting the clinic?” You ask meekly, careful not to touch. Just because Overhaul invited you to check out the specs, doesn’t mean he wanted your lingering fingerprints ingrained in his space.

“Basement. I figured it would be better for the children to have majority of the space.” A pregnant pause takes over the conversation once again, leaving you to roam around the new space in appreciation. A part of you was pleased with the work the contractors did for this family, a large part even, but there was a small nagging voice in your head that was still telling you to retreat back to your own project. “Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” A brief chuckle that is muffled by his mask dances on his lips. He’s not sure which of his theories he wants to start unraveling first. So he starts with the one he believes to be most ludicrous—the conspiracy that you or somebody you worked for was trying to take this children away, or Eri at the very least. If people on the Surface knew about her and her quirk, Kai doesn’t doubt a bounty would be on her head. But truth be told, he knew this seemed unlikely. You had never bothered to even engage with him or anyone else in his family until recently, despite having come to the Underground shortly after its establishment.

“Rescue my daughter, for starters.” Of course he starts with the question you don’t have an answer for. To which you can only respond with the truth—your body moved on your own when you saw the panic in his eyes. Also knowing he had to watch his eight other children and ensure their safety prompted your body to act automatically. “You used your quirk to save Eri, but not yourself. Why?” Your eyes narrow slightly in both suspicion and out of confusion. It was strange that Overhaul kept demanding answers and logic and reason for things you did as a knee jerk reaction. Considering you’d only discovered your quirk just before going to the Underground, it wasn’t exactly what you would call a natural reaction. Plus, weaving through danger for someone else wasn’t as simple as just running in and out of the building as it was to jump out your bay window. Judging by his silence, it seemed he accepted that answer. “And the contractors?”

“I just want all of our lives to go back to normal, including Dabi.” It wasn’t exactly a lie—rather just a short omission of the truth—and it wasn’t like you could tell him that you couldn’t stand living in such close proximity with him due to fear. But Overhaul had a knack for pinpointing a fib like a honeybee in search of something sweet.

“You’re lying,” he bites. You shake your head almost violently, as if the movement will deter your mouth from telling him the truth in its entirety. There was no way you could admit the fear he instilled in your bones or the anxiety you felt standing close enough for him to touch you. Sure, you may have felt that your quirk was less than impressive but that didn’t mean you wanted him to take it away or worse, your life. Knowing that he knew about it too, while the public didn’t which was a requirement for living in the Underground, only reaffirmed your worries. “Do you fear me?” Overhaul asks, making note of the way your fingers were trembling and way your eyes constantly averted his.

“Yes,” your voice comes out as a mere whisper, barely rising above the hammering and drilling of the construction workers. A part of you wished that your admission made you feel better—like it felt like a weight lifting off of your shoulder rather than making it feel like you were denying some greater truth—a part of you just wanted to run and hide and pretend this interaction wasn’t happening.

It shouldn’t have hurt Kai as much as it did to hear you say it out loud, considering you were nothing but a stranger. But you were a stranger that his children were so utterly enamored with and all he wanted was to understand. Yet, the feeling of disappointment is a dull thrum in his chest, long forgotten with a wide array of other emotions and coming only second to his envy. “I’m sorry,” he says finally, though the monotone voice almost sounds insincere.

Perhaps, his jealousy is misplaced, he thinks. His children may be drawn to you, but at least they didn’t tremble or wrack their bones with trepidation the way you do when you see him. If anything, his jealousy is replaced with empathy. Despite your clear distaste for youth, you got along swimmingly with his kids and they clearly wanted to be present with you. It must have been difficult for you to be near them, even more so considering you trembled in their father’s presence. The two of you stand in silence with you looking away pretending to soak in your surroundings of the plastered walls. Overhaul is observing your nervous ticks—the way your twitching fingers are exaggerated by the ink in your skin or the way your knee bounces impatiently along the hardwood.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, come look at my roo—oh! [ name ] is here too!” Bounding down the unfinished staircase was one of the orphans in Overhaul’s care; Shura, if you remembered correctly.

“Just stopped by to see how the place was coming,” you offer in addition to a sheepish wave. Before you know it, Shura is grasping one of your hands with both of his while guiding you up the stairs.

“Come see our rooms, [ name ]!” Overhaul watches with curious eyes at the way one of his sons is so overzealous to include you in their little world. The appeal makes no sense to him—you were just a stranger with skin like a Monet painting that had made little to no effort for these children outside of rescuing Eri and allowing them to shower you in their affection.

Why did acknowledging that their enthusiasm to include you hurt Kai even more so, knowing you were afraid of him?

Trudging behind, Overhaul peers through the open doors upstairs to see each of his kids decorating their freshly painted walls. In Shura’s room, you were sitting on the floor with your arms wrapped around your knees while the little boy explained to you that he wanted his room to be decorated with narwhals. The excitement he had, and the knowledge of even knowing such a creature existed, was quite charming. “[ name ], are you gonna join us for dinner this time? Dabi says you’re always working, but daddy always makes you a plate just in case!” Your eyes glance over to Overhaul and his leisurely pose as he rests one arm on the door jamb. For a moment, your mouth open and closes repeatedly as you try to stutter out some semblance of an answer.

“Just in case,” the doctor adds, as if to add more pressure to his son’s convenient question. The golden orbs you normally deterred from swirled with an intensity that, much to your surprise, didn’t wrack your nerves like they normally did. It was as if they were filled with remorse rather their typical bitterness, maybe sympathy even, imploring you to consider Shura’s inquiry.

“I should go finish my work for today then so I can be home for dinner,” pushing yourself off of the freshly carpeted floor to stand. At some point while Shura was giving you the grand tour of his room, your legs had fallen asleep, causing your first step to hobble and throw you off balance and trip.

“Careful,” Overhaul chimes, bemused at the way you flail to recover from your stumble. To your surprise, he’s pushed himself off the door jamb, crossed through the threshold of Shura’s room, and has his arms locked underneath yours to keep you steady. “Drink some water before going back to work.”

“R-right,” you stutter out, hyper aware that his hands are touching you. He feels the way your tendons bunch together in your arms at the contact, even more so when your pupils lock into his. It untangles one more thread in his theories, one he figures he’ll push on later because it’s a theory just as farfetched as his last one. “I’ll, um, see you at dinner,” the last syllable rises in intonation as you squeak, flitting away and ignoring your numbed legs and blood burned cheeks. Meanwhile, Overhaul chuckles as he watches you scurry away, the blush painting your cheeks burning into his mind just as well. The way you moved was reminiscent of when he had reset your bones and the way you recoiled thereafter. But through thorough observation, he knew that reaction wasn’t fear this time around, no. Fear made you quiet, not nervous or jittery or force your pupils to dilate.

This was something else entirely.

Something else entirely to the point where Chisaki Kai is unsure if he even wants to entertain the possible theory that maybe, maybe, you’re the slightest bit infatuated with him.

“How nice of you to join us,” Dabi sneers teasingly when you set foot into the private entryway of town hall’s attached home. The makeshift family of ten is already seated at the extended dining table, an empty seat awaiting you on Dabi’s left with Overhaul on his right. Each of the children that you had come to be familiar with over the last few weeks had lit up like your presence was a treat—a strange feeling, considering you’d done the most to avoid being in the temporary residence.

“Go wash up, we’ll wait for you,” you had never seen Chisaki Kai without his mask, let alone heard his voice so clear. The angelic lilt rivaled expert fingers rimming crystal glasses, hypnotizing you to do as he said without so much as a fight. Entering your room, you immediately discard your dirty work clothes and shower hastily, scrubbing off flecks of dried paint and dust. In seven minutes and nineteen seconds, you’re out of your en suite bathroom and shucking on leggings and a long sleeve tee before joining everyone else at the dinner table.

To your surprise it felt quite...normal. Was this how families had dinner together? You were unsure, considering your parents had never been one to have the three of you gather together for a meal—they were always too busy working until the day they were killed nearly a decade ago.

It surprised you how natural the flow of conversation was, even with nine children ranging from ages four to seven. Even more to your shock, Dabi was more than willing to indulge the kids in their stories. But the creme de la creme was seeing maskless Overhaul smiling and laughing and attempting to get his kids to eat their vegetables. Was this the real Overhaul? Had his notoriety preceded him so greatly that you feared him for no reason at all? Your intuition tells you no and, perhaps, to some degree it’s right. There was still a dangerous air that encapsulated Chisaki Kai, but it wasn’t one that made you instantly retreat like touching a cake pan you’d recently pulled from the oven with a bare hand. If anything, it was alluring as opposed to intimidating.

The kids were so happy you finally joined them all at dinner. Rapid fire questions from any one or even two of them made you hesitate to answer but you did your best to keep your face even and amused. Children may not have been your favorite, but however the heck Overhaul was raising these ones, especially all nine of them, was truly wonderful. Throughout conversation, Shura and even shy little Eri had scrambled into your lap with each one of them taking a leg while the three of you ate. Initially, Kai had scolded them both, saying they were being rude to which you only shook your head and allowed them to stay, much to his surprise.

After dinner, the children cleared the table. Those that were able of the younger ones brought stacks of dishes to Eri and Shura whom were in the kitchen washing plates and silverware—their duties as the eldest of the nine. Dabi has pardoned himself after thanking the family for the meal to hole himself up in his office. According to the leader of the Underground, the investigative team was still working around the clock to unearth who was responsible for the fires. You had found yourself in the garden of Town Hall, tablet and digital pen in one hand with a cigarette in the other. Drawing was the only leisurely activity you indulged in when not working on rebuilding Tropium.

Typically, Dabi would join on you on these evenings with stacks of papers and a cigar between his lips as he bounced ideas off of you to figure out potential perpetrators. Needless to say, it surprised you when Overhaul enters the makeshift garden that was really just a manmade pond with lily pads and rose bushes aligning the sinkhole. “Hi,” you offer meekly, averting his gaze by keeping your own glued to your tablet screen.

“Hi,” he returns, twisting up a shapely brow at the cigarette between your index and middle finger. For a moment, he’s torn between asking what you’re working on or if you had any ideas to who burned down both of your homes or even how the rebuilding of Tropium was coming along. But he can tell by the way the filter of the cigarette squeezes between your fingers that you’re tense, that you can sense there’s a reason for his presence and decides to forego small talk. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” his voice is small and unsure and drastically different from the Overhaul you were used to. Nonetheless, his statement catches your attention and pulls it away from the screen of your tablet.

“I’m more afraid of what you can do,” you admit quietly, “I don’t want people knowing about my quirk. Dabi was the only one who knew and now your entire family knows and—“ you pause for second, hesitating on whether or not you should continue. But Overhaul was brave enough to tell you had what been bothering him, even if only a minuscule issue, you figure you owe him the same. “And I don’t want you to take it away.” The broken syllables leave your lips bare above a whisper, reaffirming at least one of the theories the doctor had about you. Of all the conspiracies, it made sense that this one was the most likely to explain your reactions to his presence, no matter how much he had hoped it to be some strange, magnetic attraction.

You had bought into the whispers of the Underground that said Chisaki Kai’s life mission was to overhaul the population and remove quirks.

Dejection fills his chest as he lets out a sigh. Maybe this was being too honest, his inner voice argues as it debates on his next words cautiously, but he feels the need to burn clean. “[ name ], what do you know about me?”

“That you were a Yakuza leader and you think quirks are a plague that need to be eradicated.” Overhaul closes his eyes languidly, peeling them back open at a snail’s pace while the warm, golden orbs stare off into the never-ending tunnels of the Underground.

“I became the leader of the Shie Hassaikai when I married my wife at twenty-three and took over for her ill father. It was a quirk marriage, but a happy one, nonetheless. At twenty five, my wife had Eri and while most children’s genetic code didn’t activate the gene for a quirk until a few years later, Eri was born with her quirk activated,” you listen deeply, soaking in every word leaving Overhaul’s maskless lips. His eyes drop down to stare at his gloved hands before burying his face in them for a moment to swallow his guilt quietly. “Eri can rewind time on living things and the first person she used it on—“

“—was her mother,” your voice barely vibrated past your lips as you made the connection. Bile rose in your throat, threatening to spill the contents of your gut not out of disgust, but rather an overwhelming surge of sorrow.

“I lost my wife when I was twenty-five. The rate that she was being rewound at was too much for her body to handle and I had to overhaul my own daughter at birth just to get her quirk to deactivate so she didn’t destroy everyone she touched,” had Chisaki Kai not come to terms with the truth a long time ago, he would have shed at least a single tear recounting these memories he had buried. Either that, or almost hurled recalling the way his wife’s body had imploded until chunks of skin and muscle tissue and blood ended up spewing all over his chest and face. There was a reason he constantly wore gloves and a mask—the smell of cooking carcass and burning meat never left him and the exaggerated mask stuffed with lavender was the only scent that eased him. “I was angry at the world for a long time.”

“I am so sorry, Over—“

“Kai,” he interrupts, “or Chisaki, at the very least. I don’t go by that name anymore.” After a bout of silence, Chisaki continues further. Eri never grew up with a mother or siblings and after things had gone south on the surface, he wanted to raise Eri in a place where people didn’t know the truth about her or the mother she never had the opportunity to meet. So he fled to the Underground with Dabi; he started helping tend to the ill and taking in quirkless children who had lost their parents on the Surface to Heroes.

In a moment of vulnerability, you felt the need to offer the olive branch and share your own story with this man after he bared his soul to you. And so, you tell him about the accident. How, while in pursuit of a villain, the small mom and pop diner that your parents frequented on Friday afternoons was accidentally set on fire by Endeavor and trapped and killed of the patrons inside. You were in your first year of high school at the time—fourteen and preparing for university until you realized you would need to work full time in order to continue paying the bills until the settlement from Endeavor came. University was down the drain. It took years for the dividends to be decided and the lawyer managed to get you a considerably high amount thanks to emotional damages, but riches and wealth would never quell the resentment you held towards the then number two pro Hero for being so reckless. That was nine years ago. Somewhere along the way, you’d met Dabi and he granted you a home and space to continue to hone the craft of tattoo artistry that you had picked up from working part time in a parlor, as recompense for his father killing yours. Though, you’d left that last little tidbit out, unsure if Kai knew of Dabi’s lineage. “I’ve been in the Underground for the last three years, give or take.”

You had always been rather indifferent to the concept of heroism until that day. Even more so when you had met Dabi—a man who was wanted and was supposed to be a villain. Yet he extended warmth and welcoming to you, offering you refuge in a new city he had created for the exiled and wandering.

The grey areas only widen with this conversation with Chisaki Kai. A notorious man, an infamous man, known for causing utter chaos on the Surface both as the leader of the Shie Hassaikai and as a super villain, was sitting across from you and sharing the most intimate moments of his life.

Maybe the concept of heroism was skewed to begin with, you think to yourself as you put out the cigarette in the ashtray in front of you. Maybe Dabi and Overhaul weren’t the real villains—only designed that way because of the way some omniscient creature in the stars that you couldn’t see.

“I remember when you first opened Tropium,” Chisaki hums bemusedly, “the children said you looked like a coloring book.” The only fitting response you have is laughter. Neither of you thought laughter would be something the two of you would indulge in together. But the way your cheeks cinch together at the corner of your eyes or the tufts of air leaving your nostrils in a short snort and the somehow smooth staccato of your chuckle sounds like holiday bells after the first snowfall. It was a peace that Chisaki Kai hadn’t known for some time now. It was a peace he didn’t know he needed, and it makes him wish that his magnetic attraction theory had some truth to it. “Your secret is safe with me,” he says finally after the laughter had died off.

“Thank you, Chisaki,”

You started coming home for dinner every night, figuring the two contractors didn’t need you there to micromanage them, until you stopped dropping into the worksite all together. With a full house, Dabi was out more frequently, preferring to be in the field to investigate the fires as much as he could. This left you with Chisaki and the kids more often than not. On occasion, you would run to the local market with Eri and Shura or had even done arts and crafts with some of the younger ones. As a sort of inside joke, you had bought each of the nine coloring books.

Currently, the kids were playing volleyball in the makeshift garden while you and Chisaki supervised. It was no longer tense between the two of you, a sort of bond forming since that one night. You should have seen the inevitable question coming. Though you more so imagined it would come from Dabi in the form of some snide comment with sexual implications regarding how close you and Overhaul had become. Never did you anticipate his oldest son asking, “[ name ], are you going to be adopting us? Are you going to be our new mom?”

“I-I—“ you were a deer in headlights and the question was a freight truck gunning in at ninety. Looking over at Chisaki for help, who seemed almost unwilling or at the very least unsure on how to, you shake your head before staring back at Shura’s big blue eyes. These children had begun carving a special place in your heart due to how they came to be in Chisaki’s care, sure, but you still had your reservations about kids in general. Not that the doctor blamed you—maternal instincts didn’t necessarily apply to every female. “I-I don’t wanna take you away from daddy, he works so hard to take care of you all and he does such a good job,” for a second, Shura’s expression becomes crestfallen.

“But we all like having you around, [ name ],”

“I’m not going anywhere, buddy, I promise,” the seven-year-old boy promptly wraps his arms around your neck, squeezing tightly as if you were going to dissipate into the air in front of his very eyes. Without hesitation, you hug back briefly before telling him his siblings were waiting for him to start the next set of volleyball. “Was that okay?” You ask quietly, looking over to the doctor. From underneath his mask, you can see the twists of pain coloring the dusty gold hues of his irises and the way his jaw tenses. When he remains quiet, you anxiously reach for an e-cigarette—a fruity one that wouldn’t alert the kids or burn Chisaki’s nostrils from the scent—and pull the tip to your lips. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that to Shura, you think as you exhale a large cloud of smoke.

But Overhaul’s stomach is twisting and churning, and he crosses his legs over the knee to squeeze his legs together tightly. He’s thankful for the black cloth mask that covers majority of his facial features as he bites his lip and his nostrils flair while he tries to control his breathing. Think of anything else, his mind snarls. Think of the days in the Shie Hassaikai, think of the children, think of literally anything but the way you called him “daddy” and how the blood rushed from his brain and straight to his dick at an alarming rate. It was so innocent—there was no reason Kai should even be thinking of it in any other way—but primal instincts were taking over, twisting into a delusion in his brain into hearing you repeatedly call him daddy while he fucked you from behind.

“Can you watch the kids?” Chisaki chokes out, standing up abruptly and fleeing inside the temporary home. He doesn’t even have the chance to hear you ask if he’s alright as he’s rushing upstairs to his en suite bathroom. Entering his room, he rips off every shred of fabric covering his body before turning on the shower to the coldest temperature he could tolerate. But there wasn’t enough cold water in the Underground or gruesome thoughts of his wife’s sudden death that could stave off the erection he was currently sporting. “Fuck!” He snarls out viciously, mind running rampant with salacious daydreams. Out of sheer need, Overhaul wraps one hand around his cock, the other bracing himself on the shower wall while the cold water runs down his spine.

Chisaki Kai is livid—raging over the fact that he is reduced to such actions over a simple word that he hears multiple times on a daily basis. It wasn’t that he was abhorrent at the thought of masturbation in the slightest—he was a human with natural human needs, after all—but this desperation that filled his gut and fueled his hard on was less than desirable. But he can’t stop the aching he feels to hold onto that blip of memory of you calling him daddy. He savors it like the first bite of a meal and indulges it in the same way he’s trying to coerce his own orgasm.

Throaty groans and grumbles wrack in Overhaul’s throat as he fists his angry, weeping cock, twisting and turning it as he prays for reprieve. It’s not enough; it’s not your mouth or any other oriface he would rather be shoving into, but the friction rubbing against his veins would have to be enough. He’s far from gracious at this point. Cupping and massaging his balls with one hand while thrusting into his enclosed other at ferocious speeds was all in the name of merely getting off. “Fuck,” he hisses out once again as he feels the very start of his orgasm. As much as his natural instinct is just telling him to sit back and enjoy the ride, his common sense tells him otherwise, tells him that he’s filthy for doing this and he doesn’t deserve to indulge in these thoughts.

But he needs that extra push to satiate his natural instinct.

Succumbing to his deeper, carnal desires, his imagination wanders back to you. With golden eyes screwed shut, he pretends it’s you he thrusting into, that it’s you stringing together languid profanities between your lips; that it’s you begging for daddy to fuck you harder.

That it’s you begging daddy to fill you up and make you into a mother.

“Oh, shit,” Chisaki is gasping for breath as he cums on the shower walls—the last thought to flood his mind serving to break the dam. He licks his lips and swallows hard, his skin becoming dry despite standing in the cold shower. After his ragged, uneven breathing returns to some semblance of normal, he peels his heavy lids open and stares at the fluid coating the shower wall. For a moment, shame washes over him because he feels pathetic and small. But the moment is brief before it was replaced with a dull burn of hunger that may never be quelled.

Pathetic, Kai thinks again as he scrubs his body clean, before exiting the arctic shower. Never before had he been in such a state, even at the ripe age of thirty-two, to masturbate to the mere thought of another person. Perhaps he was that touch-starved, all things considered.

He can’t bring himself to gaze at his reflection as he gets dressed. Adorning grey joggers and a red zip up hoodie, in addition to his usual mask and gloves, he maneuvers his way back to the makeshift garden where the children are still playing with together. But rather than you sitting alone at the patio table as you were, Dabi had joined you in the seat directly across from you.

Both of you were sporting matching cigarettes in your respective hands with matching distressed looks on your faces.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” you say in an almost indifferent tone, a departure from the way Kai had heard you in his mind seconds ago. It was a sentence typically accompanied with some sass, but your eyes were devoid of emotion at the moment. Cautiously, Chisaki took a seat beside you at the patio table, propping an elbow on the armrest closest to you before resting his temple on the same closed fist he had just used to beat himself off. You pay it no mind, how close he is to you, but rather put out your cigarette on the ashtray on the table as a courtesy to him. “Dabi,” your tone is thoughtful as you say your best friend’s name, making a hand gesture that signifies him to speak.

The leader of the Underground opens the manilla folder that was harboring the photos of both of your burnt down homes as well as the two other destroyed businesses. “It’s been a challenging investigation, but after eyewitness accounts and working with local law enforcement from the Surface, I’m pretty sure my bastard brother was behind this shit,” Dabi grits out.

“Brother?” Kai asks, confirming your suspicions of him being unaware of Dabi’s genealogy and family tree. To this, the leader pulls out a mug shot of Todoroki Shouto. The face wasn’t entirely familiar to Kai, save for the small resemblances to Dabi. Same jaw shape, same blue eye with the same dead look.

“Why us?” You ask, flipping the photo over. While it had been awhile since you had resided let alone visited the Surface, you knew that there was some rumors in the air about the start of a war, but what possible reason did Todoroki have for going after the Underground when everyone kept to themselves? For Chisaki, who ran a free clinic, and his children? What about you—why go after you?

Outside of Dabi, hadn’t the Todoroki family tortured you enough?

The city leader takes a deep breath, exhaling smoke as he extinguishes the dead cigarette on the ashtray. According to the patchwork man, Todoroki had confessed that he was selected for a covert mission from the Hero Association. The primary goal was to eradicate any and all quirk wielders within the Underground so they didn’t procreate further, so no overpowered quirks would mutate in the next generation of Underground born children. Overhaul lets out a scoff at the explanation—leave it to the Heroes to act so recklessly and selfishly.

If quirk mutation was the concern, only him and Eri would have been targeted, maybe Dabi as well. Probably Dabi as well. But they burned down Tropium Tattoos, the home of you whom had the legally registered quirk Life Canvas up on the Surface. They burned down a farm whose owner had a quirk that could manipulate light and sunshine—whose farm fed the patrons of the Underground. They burned down the house of the guy who had a weird magnet quirk. It sounds more useless than he actually is—Dabi ended up capitalizing on his manipulation of magnets to create magnetic elevators up to the surface for supply runs and other necessities.

This was about population control.

It was a form of genocide that Overhaul himself was all too familiar with.

“Well that’s fucked,” you sneer, reaching for one more cigarette, “the fuck is wrong with your family, dude, and why are they all trying to kill me and my family?” Chisaki turns his head in curiosity, no longer resting on his knuckles. The only time you had brought up your family, around him at least, was when Endeavor killed your parents—

Oh.

He pretends he doesn’t feel disappointment when he realizes you weren’t implying he and the children were your family.

“Why the hell do you think I left, [ name ]?” Chisaki almost feels as if he shouldn’t be present for this conversation; like it was meant to be private between the two of you. But he can’t bring himself to leave your side, not with the way anger is crinkling in the form of crow’s feet at the corner of your eyes. Dabi excuses himself after a long bout of silence, leaving you to stew in your bitterness while Overhaul directs the kids to wash up for dinner. You don’t realize all nine of them had left the garden until the doctor is standing over you, despite the small wisps of smoke billowing from your cigarette with a hand extended towards you to pull you from the patio chair. You’re sure to extinguish the stick, knowing how the smell often offended him before taking it.

“Why don’t you go rest inside for a minute and wash up while I make dinner?” He offers quietly as he pulls you to your feet. The entire time, Chisaki maintains eye contact, his golden orbs unwilling to break their trance with your form. But thanks to the distress and the rapid pace that your brain is moving, you aren’t even aware of your surroundings or the way Chisaki is just standing in front of you until you’re running into his broad chest. Instinctually, you recoil away from him. Not out of disgust or fear like before, but rather respect, knowing how he is about touch and physical contact.

“Sorry—“ his arms are nestling at your waist to keep you in close proximity and you’re suddenly reminded of the time your legs fell asleep at the orphanage and you had stumbled trying to walk. Chisaki had been there then too, holding you steady much like he was now. There was something drastically different to the scenario now compared to back then. The doctor didn’t shy away from the contact anymore, didn’t draw his hands back like he touched a freshly stoked lump of coal or break out into itchy hives. If anything, his gloved hands lingered just a little bit longer—too long even for Chisaki—before gingerly patting your head and retreating inside the home.

And maybe if you weren’t trying to process the fact that the Surface was attempting to start a war with the Underground, you would have dwelled more on the warmth and security coming from Kai. The poise he held coupled with the fire and desire in his eye would have been enough to reassure that everything was going to be alright.

Dabi never came back that night. Rather than leaving his head seat at the dining table empty, Chisaki sat to your left with his daughter filling his space temporarily. You sat directly across from Eri, the girl who was once too timid to thank you now smiled brightly every time you looked at her. Other than your best friend’s absence, dinner was relatively average. Conversation went on as normal, sharing laughter and smiles between all of you—it was a nice delusion that for a moment, you were all a complete family and you weren’t so enrapt with the heartbreak of knowing these ten humans were targets to the surface.

The children cleared the table as they always did, but rather than having the two oldest do the dishes, you offered to clean up instead. “Why don’t you kids gather up in the living room and have daddy put on a movie for you?” Clearly excited from the reprieve of duty, the orphans all head off, touting something along the lines of Frozen versus Tangled. But your back is already turned away from the family, getting started on putting away leftovers and scraping away scraps on plates and entirely missing the way Kai’s eyes drain from gold to a murky mustard. It misses the way his jaw clenches tightly as he settles the debate for his children, turning on Tangled—the clearly more superior film—before he returns to the kitchen.

The sleeves of your ragline tee are pushed above your elbows as you hum an unknown hymn, unaware of Kai stepping cautiously toward you. Despite having just eaten, the doctor is filled with a renewed hunger entirely as his grip finds limp purchase on your hips much like they had before dinner. “You know, I think we need to have a talk about you calling me ‘daddy’ in front of the children,” he murmurs hotly against the shell of your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. Your blood is torn between running cold from the predatory drawl in his words and boiling from the sudden close contact.

“I-I’m sorry, should I stop?” Kai licks his lips before running his teeth behind your ear and down your neck, suckling on the flesh as he mumbles a response.

“Do you want to?” You contemplate his question in full, though it proves to be a challenge with the way he’s pressing warm, open mouth kisses to your neck and shoulder and the way his hands are kneading at your hips. “Are you afraid of me, sweetheart?” He asks again, his voice a low grumble yet somehow is louder than thunder as it isn’t hidden behind a mask. Had this been months ago when he had asked you an identical question when you were perusing the reconstruction of the orphanage, you would have said yes again. But this wasn’t fear—fear wasn’t a word you associated with Chisaki Kai anymore.

Warmth. Strength. Dedication. Resolve.

Love.

Those were the words you associated with him now.

“No,” you finally respond, shutting off the water before turning to face him. It was a rare, momentous occasion when you got to gaze upon his bare face outside of having meals together. His golden eyes swirl with elation, even more so as your painted fingers brush stray locks that fallen just over his brows. Despite a rather simple appearance, especially in comparison to yours, there’s something elegantly charming about Chisaki Kai that had never gotten the full appreciation he deserved.

Tentatively, you nudge him closer to you from the back of his neck until your lips are pressed against his. For you, it’s an experiment just to feel him in such a manner. For Kai, it’s torture in every sense of the word because it’s a tease after all of the salacious thoughts that have marred his imagination. Taking a leap of faith, his arms tighten around your waist, pulling your body flush against his because right now there isn’t enough contact in the world that would satisfy him.

The once delicate, experimental kiss becomes hungrier at his hand as he’s exploring your mouth with tongue, groaning as he does so. The scent of smoke and fresh cotton wafts into his nostrils between his sharp intakes of breath as he refuses to break contact. It’s as if he’s trying to commit the moment to memory, to burn it into his brain.

As if this was never going to happen ever again.

“Kai,” you whimper out his name, his true name, between pants of breathlessness for the first time. Just as gingerly as before, your fingers are cradling the man before you by the temples. You’re gazing at him fully, unabashedly, as you run a thumb just below his distinct lower lashes. Chisaki’s head dips a bit further into your brief touch before you skip away from him.

“Wait, where do you think you’re going?”

“Come on, let’s go watch the movie with the kids,” you chime, holding a hand out to him as if he didn’t just have you all but pinned to the kitchen sink.

“I was serious when I said we needed to have a talk.” Despite his verbal protest, he takes your hand in his, trailing behind as you saunter off towards the living room where the children are fully invested in the film. Plopping down on an empty space on the couch, you bring Kai with you until he’s nearly resting on top of you. For a moment, he releases your hand, opting to wrap an arm around you to pull you closer. “Back to avoiding me, angel?” The doctor grumbles into your ear, low enough so as not to alert the little ones.

“Figured it would be better to not risk being interrupted,” you whisper back, smirk twisting your lips. Chisaki’s licks his own dry plains, tugging you even closer so that you’re sitting on one of his thighs instead. That predatory miasma that surrounds him on a day to day basis is seeping out of him tenfold, but intimidation when it came to Kai was now a foreign concept to you. It brought back that same seductively dangerous feeling you’d felt the first time you had dinner with the family or, thinking back further, to when you went to scope out the renovations. A part of you wonders if that fear you once had was displaced as soon as you knew he was going to keep your quirk a secret. Displaced with an attraction to him that was easily confused with fear.

A part of you wonders if you ever really did fear him at all.

Maybe you didn’t.

Your mindless thoughts wander to anything other than the screen, casually leaning back so that your head settled on Kai’s clavicle. The doctor looks down at you with a curiosity that is replaced with a warmth that temporarily quelled his lust. As much as he had been fighting his day dreams of fucking you, having you in his arms surrounded by his kids stoked a different fire inside him.

He didn’t want this domestic moment to end.

He hopes that desire translates into the simple gesture of his lips pressing into your hair.

Chisaki Kai was finally caving into his wants and being honest with himself. He doesn’t want this makeshift family to go back to normal when you finally returned to Tropium or when his family returns to the Underground clinic. There isn’t a single cell in his body that believes having you in his lap and curled into his chest feels anything other than right. He’s overwhelmed with the idea, the fantasy, of you moving in and being with the family. Your family—in the collective sense—with Kai by your side with your nine orphans.

During the lantern scene of the film, he presses another kiss where the roots of your hair meet your forehead, lips lingering a little longer than normal. In response, you look up at him curiously to find his muted golden eyes staring right at you. There was a plethora of different things that Chisaki wanted to say to you, especially with the way you look so heavenly in his arms. But he settles with the murmur of, “I don’t want things to go back to normal.”

“Neither do I,” you whisper, gracefully accepting the way Kai’s lips mould over yours almost lovingly. In a sense, it’s your way of finally admitting to yourself the feelings that worked and wriggled their way into your chest. The thought of returning to your lonely little two-bedroom apartment by yourself just seemed daunting now, despite the initial rush to get to work on the remodel. No more waking up to bright eyes at the table for breakfast or coloring with the kids; no more having Kai cook a delectable meal or having him accompany you in the garden for a smoke. It broke your heart just thinking about all you would be missing out on when life returned to somewhat normal, war aside.

The doctor sucks gingerly on your lower lip, nipping slightly with his canines as his tongue wholeheartedly dances with yours. The kiss is full of longing and desire and it made his brain go fuzzy with strange thoughts. A part of him can’t remember ever feeling this recurring surge of wanton lust and infatuation when Kai would kiss his wife and, in regular circumstances, he would have felt guilt over it. But this warm, wet entanglement of your tongues is more loving than he was accustomed to and it excited him. Than you were even accustomed to.

“So stay with me, sweetheart,” the nickname he’s given you sounds almost patronizing. But the admiration that seems to be laced in with it sends a shiver down your spine and leaves the hairs on your arms standing at full attention as the film comes to an end. “Time for bed, children. We’ll be by in a little bit to check on you,” Chisaki calls out to his protesting kids, though making no motion to move from his planted position on the sofa. When he’s certain that all nine of them are out of earshot, he adjusts you in his lap so that both of your legs are draped over his thighs. You call out his name, pulling him from his thoughts that take him far away from the present.

“You said you wanted to talk,” you remind him. A part of you is afraid to start conversation because you aren’t sure what direction he wants to take this. Chisaki could have an entirely different meaning of returning to normal than you, but for you...

You didn’t want to wake up every morning without him being nearby. In the rawest form, that was the only way you could piece it together into a coherent thought. But even more than that, you felt as if there was so much more you wanted to see from Chisaki Kai. He was becoming more open with touch, no longer breaking out into hives when he touched others and even going so far as to hold you, albeit very languidly as he was now. Another part of you wanted to know if he would be beside you when it came to the impending war with the Surface.

Mostly, you just wanted to know if he wanted to be by your side too, even if logic wanted to tell you this was a bad idea.

“Will you stay? With me?” Kai implores quietly. His eyes are locked with yours, the gold shining brighter than ever.

“You say this after I renovate our homes?” A short, lighthearted scoff leaves his lung in lieu of laughter at your attempt of a joke. Because, despite him echoing your own deeper, innermost thoughts, a part of you refused to believe this was reality. As if reality was actually playing a prank on you.

Of course he had thought of that little fact. It was the longing desire he felt in his bones to have your presence that he hadn’t taken into account, but that need burning at the pit of his stomach had outweighed any semblance of logic that urged him to keep his thoughts to himself.

“The kids will grow up eventually and need their own space away from the orphanage. We could always save it for them.”

Answers you were expecting from Chisaki Kai: not that.

Had he invested that much into the idea? To the point where he planned on you still being a part of the orphan’s lives until they were adults?

“‘We’?” You ask. “And what if “we” don’t work, have you considered that?”

“No,” Kai’s voice is clear and calm as ever, exuding the very confidence that once made you tremble, “I want you in every sense of the word. I’ve already said my vows and had my shot at forever. I want that sort of permanence with you and I know that some part of you wants me too.” At a loss for words, you opt to brush the backs of your nails along his cheeks endearingly, trailing them down until your hands find purchase around his neck to bring him close enough that you can feel his lashes tickle your cheekbones. The silence between the two of you was deafening and damning, yet welcoming as it’s broken with him pressing his lips fully against yours.

For a moment, it feels as if the hunger stirring within his gut is satiated—satisfied with the even the tender, loving gesture of pulling you closer still until you’re straddling his lap. As if you were trying to fuse your bodies together because there was no such thing as too much physical contact right now. Kai encircles your waist with his arms, hoisting you up as he motions to stand and causing you to wrap your legs around his midsection. You don’t ask where you’re going; partially because your tongue is too busy just indulging in a private dance with his, partially because it doesn’t matter where he takes you. You’d go with him anywhere, no questions asked.

It’s a challenge and a half maneuvering up the stairs with you anchored around him so tightly—even more so that with every step he took ended up grinding your pelvis along his ever-growing erection. Kai felt liberated this time around, shamelessly rubbing against you this time rather than scurrying off for a cold shower and a five-minute session with his hand. Your eyes open as he unceremoniously tosses you onto the plush blanket of your borrowed bed. Immediately, you’re greeted with the sight of Chisaki Kai hastily shredding off his tee shirt and lounge pants, leaving the doctor in strained boxer briefs.

Briefly, you’re blown away by the sheer beauty of him—like a statue of Adonis come to fruition before your eyes. Even with the uncomfortable twinge in his golden orbs from your unnerving gaze. It was different, to say the least, to have you gawking at him with such adoration when he felt he was the only one doing so. “C’mere,” your voice comes out as a near broken whimper, a call to which Kai heeds graciously. The bed dips as he kneels at the edge, crawling closer until he’s hovering above you. Gingerly, your fingers trace over the smooth skin of his cheeks, tracing down his lips and neck until they ghost over his collarbones.

“Sweetheart,” Kai groans out, snatching your hand in his as it continues to trail further down his bare skin. “As much as I want to bask in the romance of all of this, you called me ‘daddy’ earlier, and I think it’s time you suffer the consequences.”

“Yeah?” You sneer sardonically, pushing into your elbows until you’re both touching nose to nose. “Like it when I call you that?” His breath is hot as it fans over your features, the wanton lust tangled within the golden hues of his irises becoming overwhelmed with feral desire. Kai’s hand that isn’t supporting him over you grips tightly at your baggy tee, pulling harshly to tear at the fabric keeping your bare body from him. For a moment, his breath becomes caged in his chest upon seeing your semi-nude form for the first time. But the moment is flitting as he’s reminded of his aching, hard cock twitching underneath his undergarments.

“Hands and knees, baby,” the slow, torturous movement you give in reply grates at Kai’s nerves, prompting a resounding smack to the ass of your joggers the moment your bottom is visible to him. “Daddy’s already impatient, dear,”

“And what’s Daddy going to do about that?”

Similar to the treatment he gave your shirt earlier, Kai dug his fingers into the waistband of your joggers. Though he did not have nearly as much luck tearing off the thicker material, the gruff motion is enough to expose you, leaving your bare, pulsing core in plain sight while the cloth gathered at your knees. His chest presses against your back, his skin searing hotter than hellfire, as he places languid kisses along your shoulder. “I promise, I’ll spoil you with attention later. But right now, I need you,” his voice is something reminiscent of begging, only amplified by his suddenly bare cock dancing along your slit and smearing pre-cum along it before cautiously slipping the head in.

Throaty groans leave both of your lungs simultaneously. Kai swears up and down that this was heaven manifested into reality. Part of him thinks this is all a dream, the way your walls are squeezing him to tightly as he pushes in centimeter by centimeter. “K-Kai,” you whimper. The calling of his name awakens something gutturally primal within him.

“Uh uh,” the doctor tuts, ceasing his movements. “What’s my name, baby?” In lieu of a response, only pants of shortened breath escape your slackened jaw. There was no way Chisaki Kai was human, you decided. Not with the way his words sent every cell in your body into overdrive or the way his fat girth stretched you so deliciously without even entirely plunging his engorged cock. Not with how, despite his notoriety once proceeding him, he was often blatantly honest with you and certainly not with how utterly enamored he was with you and vice versa. “Say my name, baby, and I’ll give you a reward,”

“D-daddy, please,” you whisper in between breaths. Abiding by his word, Kai works his thick length into you, albeit still slowly, until your bones presses into his pubis and his whole cock carefully bottoms out inside you. His right hand trails up your tummy and dances along the skin of your sternum until his fingers encase your throat gingerly. Keeping still within you, the doctor tugs at your throat until you’re only resting on your spread knees as his lips ghost along the outer shell of your ear while he gives slow, deep, steady thrusts.

“You like having daddy’s fat fucking cock in you, angel? Feel so fucking good around me, yes you do,”

A real poet, Kai was.

Turning your head to face him, your fingers lace themselves in his messy locks and pull his lips to yours in a kiss that is entirely devoid of lust. He can bring the heat all he wants—it was your mission to make sure he understood that you wanted him in more than just sex. Even if the slow torturous withdrawing of his cock was absolutely divine.

And he felt it too. Even with his hand delicately cupping your throat or the way his pelvis greets your plump ass with every thrust or the way your wet walls clench on him as if trying to expel his cock from inside of you. Kai can feel it in the way your nails are digging into the flesh of his arms or in the tufts of breath that leaves your nostrils because he leaves you absolutely breathless. He feels the love, and he wants to bask in it.

Now that he’d quelled his hunger slightly, Chisaki pulls away from your endearing lip lock while simultaneously withdrawing his length from you. A small whimper leaves your lips at the loss before Kai turns you over, pressing your back against the mattress and sliding home once again. The passion and intimacy he feels is overwhelming, boiling his skin through every pore as he bears weight on one arm while the other caresses your cheek. “I meant it, you know,” the murmur dances like air along your own lips, warm breath inviting. “I want you in every possible way. I want to wake up next to you in the morning, experience every season that doesn’t pass for us in the Underground with you.”

“Kai...” in return, you seal you mouth along his, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer and coaxing him to move. Slow and steady, he withdraws himself from within you before snapping his hips once again until he’s fully sheathed. Each thrust feels like thunder. “M-more,” you choke out, breaking apart your kiss momentarily to beg. His focus shifts down to where you’re connected—where each vein of his throbbing erection greets and becomes acclimated for every crevice within your cavern. Angling his hips along with your own with the assistance of his hand, he manages to welcome that spongy weakness that makes your knees buckle and regurgitate a scream in response.

“Right there, princess?”

“P-please!” The hand under the small of your back moves to hook around your knee, it’s twin mimicking the gesture and leaving you entirely at the mercy of Overhaul whose mission at the moment is to rearrange your insides in an entirely different sense. Pinning your knees to the bed, Kai is at the perfect angle to ram into your g-spot over and over at a rapid, even pace until you’re clenching around him deliciously, silently coercing his orgasm. “Oh my fucking god,”

“Mm, you’re so tight, baby. Ya gonna cum? Gonna cum nice and hard for me? Cum for daddy,” his words are almost enough—almost. And it was as if he knew the filthy, slopping sound of his cock reaming you wasn’t enough. Though whether enough for you or him remained a mystery, his thrusts are becoming erratic as he’s panting and grunting an unabashedly as he chases his release and oxygen. “I love you,” Kai’s voice is broken, “love you so much, just wanna fill you up over and over until your body only knows the taste of me.” And you aren’t sure if it’s his nasty, vile words or the way he is utterly knocking away at your g-spot that is causing you to convulse around him—that brings you over the final hurdle and over the dam. Screams rip past your lungs as your back arches as much as it can from it’s confines while your fingers twitch out of necessity to grip something—anything.

You’re granted no reprieve in that regard, but it matters not with the way Kai is still smacking his hips into yours, dragging out your orgasm even longer while in pursuit for his own. There is no amount of physical contact in this moment that is enough for him, even as he slats his lips over yours and slides his tongue inside your mouth to greet yours. Hips beginning to stutter, Kai is fighting every fiber in his soul—torn between the dichotomy of wanting to cum and stave off his orgasm because he wants to feel the welcoming, convulsing walls of your pussy forever. And though you’d already came at least once, the pressure was building again rapidly from the stimulation of the uneven rhythm of Kai’s hips. Part of you is thankful his tongue is hungrily dancing with yours to keep your screams muted so as not to wake the children down the hall. But the rumbling in his chest from his own throaty groans become overwhelming, forcing him to break away to and let his grunts and slew of curses fly from his mouth freely.

“I love you, Kai,” the moans are just as bad coming from you, but those four words coming from your lips are what do the aforementioned man in. And he can tell there is no lie dripping from a silver tongue here—you mean every ounce of these four little words. For everything that is Chisaki Kai—the former Yakuza leader, the former villain, the doctor, the father—you loved the man before you.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘m gonna cum,” he wails, the rhythm of his cock head tamping against your womb matching the pacing of his broken speech, “daddy’s gonna cum so fucking deep in you, gonna make you mine forever, angel.” Another hissed out string of profanities pass through as his dick twitches almost violently, shooting out ropes of seed and painting your walls white. You can tell he meant what he said, even in his lustful spew, by the way he leaves his softening erection inside of your spasming cunt and sealing his emission inside until he was almost certain his claim held permanence.

“I meant it too,” you mumble into Kai’s sweaty neck as he collapses on top of you. Though he’s boneless at the moment, having spent all of his energy, you feel the breath of his questioning grunt beside your ear before his face is attempting to look at you while half buried in your pillow. Gingerly, he removes his now flaccid member from you, adjusting himself so that his form molds around you and wraps his arm securely around your stomach.

“You know,” Kai starts off slowly. The rich timber of his voice is thick with exhaust but is warm and welcoming all the same. “I was jealous before.”

“Jealous? Of what?”

“My children love you—a woman who was nothing but a stranger who doesn’t even like kids. They warmed up to you so easily, much easier than they did with me,” there’s a brief pause between his statements, causing you to adjust under his grasp until you’re touching nose to nose with the doctor. His eyes are closed for a moment, his long and feathery lashes greeting the tops of his delicate cheekbones. “So I tried to understand. Tried to figure just why they gravitated towards you.”

“And what did you find?” Peeling back his eyelids, Kai’s rich amber eyes bore into your own. Irises swirling with admiration before the view is flooded with a sudden closeness and the press of his plush lips against yours in the most loving fashion.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how to answer.

He had found determination and independence, qualities of a strong woman that his daughters looked up to. Free and proud and brave, he thinks, are the reasons his sons admired you. But there’s something more. There’s a love and warmth that you bring to the family, yet a sternness that doesn’t allow them to run rampant (not that they would under Overhaul’s upbringings) that spoke so motherly to each of his nine children. And somewhere along the way for the last six months that the Clinic had been under remodel, Kai found himself gravitating to all of those exact qualities in you, the envy transforming into an admiration of his own. It was an error in his initial magnetic attraction conspiracy theory; he thought that your fear had changed to attraction when it was his all along.

But Kai’s not always the greatest with words, and the thought of spilling his deepest thoughts of you seems a daunting task that he’d rather replace with kissing you instead. Considering you asked a question, however, he did feel the need to respond with something—anything.

“I found you.”

“Honey, I can still help, you know,” you whine for the umpteenth time, folding your arms over your chest as you stand in the mayoral office of Dabi with your partner. It’s been a year since Todoroki Shouto had burned down Tropium Tattoos and the Underground Clinic and tonight was finally the night that the Underground had planned on mobilizing their forces. It had taken a full year of investigating, planning, building alliances with those on the Surface, and patience for the citizens to finally strike back.

Enough was enough.

All of you had been exiled at one point or another, but now the Surface was trying to exterminate all of you.

“Angel, no,” Kai chides sternly, igniting the twitch on the leader’s face. Granted it had been six months since you and Kai had first declared this little relationship of yours and, as your best friend, Dabi was still slightly hesitant on the idea. Not that his opinion had much weight considering—

“Kai, I am only three months along. I can still fight!”

“Hell no,”

“Absolutely not,” both men snark simultaneously. Best friend or not, personal opinion aside, there was no way in the ninth circle of hell that Dabi was going to let you go to war while you were pregnant. And with Kai being the father, the chances of you getting your way in this moment with him were even slimmer. The doctor pinches the bridge of his nose underneath his black cloth mask with his thumb and middle finger before letting out an annoyed rift of air. “Dabi, I’m gonna take [ name ] home before we go over invasion plans. Do you mind?”

“Nah,” the leader waves his purple and nude hands in dismissal, “besides, we should wait for Hawks to get here before we start all that.” With that, Kai grabs your wrist with his gloved hand and drags you away from the office. He knows you want to fight, and he knows you want to protect your family—all eleven with himself and the embryo included. But as a father with another—biological—one on the way, Chisaki Kai just can’t bring himself to allow you to put yourself in harm’s way.

“Sweetheart,” he calls out, stopping just outside of the currently closed Tropium. The grey and white building looked crisp and clean and everything you wanted it to be but you often found yourself closing up shop early and coming in late to spend more time with your nine children at home. At the very least, you were grateful that your parlor was only a block or two away from the clinic. “I need you here where you can keep our children safe in case anyone slips through the cracks.” Even with his mask on, you can tell that Kai is trembling ever so slightly. The thought of someone making their way into his home and hurting his kids, hurting you, was enough to unleash the beast within.

“I know,” you respond quietly. Using his grip on you to your advantage, you pull the doctor towards you until he’s towering over you and looking down directly into your eyes. “But you know me, always ready to jump headfirst into the fire,” his amber eyes soften, thinking back to a year ago when you had saved Eri from the burning clinic. To think that a year later, you would be living with him and carrying his child and occupying nearly every cell in his brain.

“It’s your turn to watch the kids,” he jokes pulling down his mask below his chin to slat his lips over yours lovingly. It’s only half a joke—he knows better than anyone you would do anything to protect them. He’s known that since day one.

“You better come back to us,” your demand is quiet and breathless and laced more with concern than it is with threat. The thought of Kai dying while on the Surface has plagued you for the last six months, even more so when you found out you were pregnant. He knew it too, knew how much worry and panic had disturbed your sleep when the realization that war was an option had settled in. Despite the knowledge that he carried about different afflictions and ailments; Kai had been at a loss for how to quell your anxiety. He hopes that circumstances aside, him reaching into the right-side pocket of his heavy, army green coat and pulling out the small black velvet box is the correct move. Gingerly holding up said box until it’s in your line of sight, he takes a step back before peeling back the lid to showcase a single, solitaire diamond set in a simple gold band.

“I promise you I will come back. And when this is all over, we can finally enjoy our life in peace, so long as you’ll have me.”

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