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Imagine there is a god who been asleep as many fear them, till they have forgotten about them, and the moment Ragnarok have started Zeus, Odin, and Shiva feels their presence and it's the physical primordial of primary fear

And they are fighting for humanity survival, as their physical appearance is the every common thing that many fear to a body of a pale white human body who is both beautiful and terrifying

-The day had finally arrived, Ragnarok, the fighters on both sides were ready, ready to fight for their entertainment and their survival, unaware that a long-forgotten storm was about to return.

-The different fighters for both sides were announced, giving the audience a glimpse of the impending fights, all warriors in the center of the ring, sizing each other up, as they didn’t know who was going to fight each other just yet.

-This gave a chance for opponents to see who they could challenge, and in turn, tell the organizers who they wanted to fight against.

-Brunnhilde and Zeus met in the center, going over the rules for the matches, so there would be a fair fight, including weapons and the assistance from the valkyries, to give humans a fighting chance.

-A low rumble then shook the arena, starting off small before growing to a full-blown earthquake, causing screams to echo through the arena, even the gods were shouting, demanding an explanation.

-A rush of power ran through the arena and Zeus, Odin, Hades, and Shiva all froze, turning and looking around as an icy cold aura seemed to fill the arena, one that everyone could feel.

-Many felt chills of fear running down their spines before an icy hold took over the arena, as if a snowstorm arrived. Goll’s teeth were chattering, “What’s going on?”

-Zeus swallowed hard, looking terrified, “Y/N…” confusion filled the arena as many looked at him and Shiva turned, “Parvati- take Ganesha and the others and get out of here- now!”

-Odin then spoke, his voice echoing, “Warriors- humans and gods- prepare yourselves. We may be facing the only person who could destroy Valhalla!”

-Brunnhilde summoned her sisters, preparing to fight alongside the warriors and they were quick to answer.

-Goll then spoke, clinging to Brunnhilde, “What’s happening? Who is Y/N?” Odin, who came to stand beside the two valkyries, answered, “An ancient deity of winter, the first winter deity. Y/N is the reason that the Ice Age caused by the meteorite that killed the dinosaurs didn’t destroy both earth and Valhalla. They pulled the rampaging storm, the cold, ice, and snow, into their body, at the cost of putting them in a sleep for centuries, as it was too much for Y/N to handle.”

-Goll panicked, knowing of the event, holding onto Odin’s robe, “Now Y/N’s awake?!” He nodded, not looking at her, “There is no other explanation to this power we all feel.”

-The warriors prepared themselves, preparing to fight as a figure moved through the icy mist into the arena, slowly revealing you, pure white hair and skin, looking like you were made of ice and snow yourself, stunningly beautiful, and your eyes glowing an icy white, your breathing harsh and ragged.

-Your mouth opened as another wave of energy rushed from you, chilling all of them to the bone as slowly rising scream escaped your lips, one that sounded so pained, like you were in agony.

-Odin’s eye widened before narrowing, “The power is still too much for them!” your eyes closed and then snapped open, ice appearing at your feet, as you were completely bare, but unbothered by your nakedness, as the ice encased the ground of the arena.

-People were screaming in fear, begging to be saved, but Zeus held out his arms to the side, “Don’t do anything! Y/N may not attack us if we don’t attack first.”

-Shiva glared, punching his fists together, “So what we just wait for them to attack us first?” Zeus turned with a slight glare, “You’re one of the few that know just how powerful Y/N is. You know we can’t risk this.” Shiva’s jaw clenched, knowing it was true.

-Your movements were stiff and achy, your back hunched, posture awful from being asleep for so long, the power making you lose control of your body.

-Another rush of energy escaped you with another pained scream before you collapsed to your knees, steam rising from your body as you panted heavily, your eyes slowly returning to normal as you slowly made your power, the power of the Ice Age, submit to your whim.

-Everyone remained still, waiting on bated breath, afraid of something happening before one human, Sasaki Kojiro, ran towards you, pulling off his red haori and quickly kneeled wrapping it around you, as you were completely bare.

-The gods flinched, terrified this human just offended you, but he just smiled, “There- now you’re at least covered.” You lifted a hand to his cheek, and he found you like ice as you gave him a soft smile, “Thank you human.”

-Seeing you calm and not at all hostile, the strongest of the gods, who knew you, instantly exhaled in relief, as they knew, sensing the power in your body, that they would be no match for you, even working together.

-You stood as the others approached, Zeus looking nervous as you looked down at him, reaching out to cup his cheeks, “Zeus?” he nodded, looking hopefully that you wouldn’t be mad, as he was the one who didn’t control the meteor and underestimated the power behind the Ice Age, which led to your unending nap.

-Moments later he was shouting, “Ow-ow-ow!! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!!” you were pinching and pulling his cheeks, scolding him, “What were you thinking doing something so reckless?!”

-After you let him go, you turned and instantly Odin, Hades, and Shiva covered their cheeks with their hands, making you smile before you looked around, seeing the humans and the gods together, “What is all this?”

-Everyone was hesitant on telling you, as you were always soft on humans, as you knew they were stronger than the gods believed, and the gods knew that if you found out what they had planned to do, you would be pissed.

-Zeus then popped up, his cheeks red and swollen, “We were having a fighting tournament to celebrate the relationship between gods and humanity!”

-Everyone froze, panicking that this wasn’t going to work, as Brunnhilde told the humans to go along, as there would be no way for them to fight you and you smiled, “I apologize for interrupting then.”

-Everyone waved off your apology, telling you they could clean up and have the tournament another day, as all the gods instantly agreed, silently, that they couldn’t go through with the tournament and they needed to quickly fix the mess that they caused, not wanting to incur your wrath.

-Everyone had to be careful in the coming days as you got used to life in Valhalla again, not wanting to piss you off, they didn’t want to risk their lives and homes, and keeping you happy was their most important mission.

-However, thanks to Kojiro and several other humans that you got to know, this was easy, as you loved to hear about their lives, hearing about their battles and how they survived, it proved you right, that humans were stronger than anyone expected.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror zeus #ror odin #ror shiva

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ghoularaki · 1 year

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Hello! Can I ask for yandere scenario with Mikey in which he and the darling made a childhood promise that they would get together/get married if neither of them end up finding a partner till they reached a certain age? To poor darling unfortunately never really had any luck with boys for some "unexplained" reasons and well the time is finally up and it came time for Mikey to collect his prize.

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tw yandere mikey, bonten arc, noncon, mikey typical violence, possessiveness, forced marriage, marriage imagery/kink, dollification, hint of strength kink, unprotected sex, kidnapping

requests are CLOSED

It all started in elementary. An innocent era where time wasn’t much of a concept you could wrap your little brain around. Anticipating the relief of summer, not knowing how much you would regret wishing the months away.

On a sweet spring day is when you met Mikey. A period before he went by said name, before gangs and despair. It was just you and him under the flourish trees, colors swirling in the world.

“Manjiro,” he introduced with an outstretched hand and a tooth filled grin.

You responded with your name with a shy demeanor, not used to such brightness. Clasping his hand to yours—so chubby and small—time before his hand could engulf yours.

You two were instantly attached to the hip. If you were present, so was Mikey. Adults tried their best to separate you two in fear of stunted social growth, but anytime someone would detach your hands, tears spilled from Mikey’s eyes. You never saw a boy cry so much.

Though one day he stopped crying, stopped smiling so fully. It was that day, flowers waft in the air, he made such a silly promise. The exact age is fuzzy when he asked the damning question, but the words stay imprinted in your mind. “Hey y/n-chan, if we aren’t married by the age of 27, let's just marry each other.” The words were saccharine.

You had giggled at the question. At the time, neither of you understood the weight of marriage. And so, of course you agreed.

“Pinky promise?” He raised his hand, pinky extended.

“Pinky promise.” You twirled your finger with his. Bound together.

It all started in middle school. No blaring red signs wacked you in the face as you were always on the more reserved side. Boys never really did approach you especially when Mikey gained a name for himself. Though this never did bother you, at first. You were content with following him around like a lost puppy. This is when you met his less than savory friends. They weren’t mean, but you never really cared for swollen fists and bloody smiles.

You knew it was best to avoid gang business for your sake and Mikey’s. He despised when you got involved. If anything you learned the hard way. It was when Takemichi (or Takemitchy as Mikey not so cleverly named him) arrived. He always loved to give those he adored nicknames, you were not an exception. His doll, he called you. The name made you huff, you were anything but.

“That’s why you’re my doll. I don’t mind if you are roughed up, I will always fix you back up again.”

The words made your face so hot you could cook on it.

He wasn’t wrong though. One too many incidents was the reason, you were forbidden to join any Toman meetings anymore.

Calling upon his loyal followers, he stood above everyone else as he usually did. You sat at the top stair of the shrine, Draken standing right next to you. It was when Valhalla had not wavered and fallen. Kisaki was still at large.

It wasn’t much, but you so happened to get in the crossfire of Baji betraying Toman. An elbow to the face was all it took for Mikey to see red. He was silent. A deadly silence likened to a still sea right before whirling, twisting waves.

He could have killed the man if it wasn’t for your laugh. Fuck, did it hurt and sometimes you could feel the phantom pain, but god was it fun. The adrenaline was addicting. You simply shot the blood from your nostrils and smiled crimson. Mikey was reminded of the time you ate cherries together, the red meat stuck between your teeth. You never looked so beautiful.

Since then, Mikey never let you go to another meeting. Instead he and Draken would walk you home before treading back. You kicked up a fuss at first, but with a glare from Mikey quickly shut you up.

What Mikey wants, Mikey gets.

It truly started in high school. The death of Kisaki never sat right with Mikey. It haunted him. He wasn’t the same man he was from before. He was more subdued, angrier. Though you clenched your teeth in what could be mistaken for a smile.

You two started to drift. Mikey was falling and trying as you may to catch him, he twisted his body out of your arms.

The skin that attached you two to the hip had rotted and collapsed. You became quite lonely for a short period, but that was quickly fixed. Without the intimidating presence of a whole gang backing you up, you were a whole lot easier to talk to. For once, a boy showed interest in you. Genuine, true romantic interest. Not the brotherly love Toman offered.

In the down time before class started, you had been staring out the window watching the leaves decay into bright oranges and yellows. A knock on your desk startled you out from your daydreaming. Stood before you was a boy, a grade above you, the same grade as Mikey. He was tall with inky black hair and a puppy-like charm to him. He honestly reminded you of a German Shepherd. A blush adorned his cheeks as he asked you for your email.

Just as shy, you offered your phone to him. Charms clicked together as you had plenty hanging off the flip phone, mainly of Kuromi and MyMelody. With a promise to shoot you a message, he sauntered back to class, obviously giddy. You felt the same. “OMG was the Y/n-chan asked out?” A classmate asked.

She was right across from you, watching the whole thing. You two weren’t particularly close, but you enjoyed her company.

You hid your face in your hands at the banter. She started to poke your arm as she giggled and you kicked your feet in excitement.

Turning to her, you also giggled, “damn right I did.”

Others in the classroom observed the display you two created, also surprised at the boldness of their upperclassman.

Though word spread fast. In the end, you received no reply. You tried not to be disappointed, but it was the first time a boy showed interest in you and he didn’t even have the decency to message you back.

About a week later you saw him roaming the halls. He strangely seemed more subdued, no longer so puppyish. When he locked eyes with you, the boy scurried away. You were stunned, perplexed.

All you could do was stand there, the gaggle of students brushed up against your still body. Leaning against a window of a classroom a few feet away, Mikey watched with blank eyes. Shivering at the innate reaction of being stared at, you caught Mikey’s gaze but he offers no acknowledgement of your locked eyes. He simply slunk back into the classroom.

Never in your life have you felt fear for Mikey. Sure, cautious as sometimes it felt like he was one inconvenience away from breaking something, but never fear. A girl at your age was scared of a cracked phone screen, asshole boys, missing an assignment, what to do with your life after high school, not your life. Mikey would never hurt you, right? As the days dwindled, you were less secure in the possibility he would prove you right.

Taking a hint was never your forte. Forgoing whatever the blonde tried to communicate to you with silence, you chased after your upperclassman. The final bell had rung and you were quick to stuff your books in your bag as quickly as possible. You didn’t know much about him besides his name was Yokio and he was in the same class as Mikey. Racing to the upper level, you just hoped Mikey or Draken or really anyone from Toman wasn’t there as well.

Luck had been on your side. In the classroom alone was Yokio, gathering his own supplies slowly. He looked up at the sound of rapid footsteps. His puppy dog eyes wide in what could have been terror. Snapping back to his bag, he fastened his pace.

“Yokio, why didn’t you message me back?” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you wanted answers.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were taken?” Was what he snapped back.

You scoffed out a laugh, “Taken? Who told you that bullshit?”

When he looked back at you, there was ire in his eyes and now you gawked closer there was a cut on his lip and he favored his left leg. Coming for answers, only left you with more questions.

“Don’t act stupid, L/n, we both know you aren’t.”

Your face twitched, perplexed. He slung his bag over his back and limped past you, subtly pushing you out of the way.

“Go ask your fucking gangster boyfriend,” he seethed in your ear.

You glanced up at him to which he ignored and made his way down the hall. Watching his form shrink, your knuckles almost bursted through your skin with how hard you were clenching your fist. It didn’t take a lot to piece together what was happening. How stupid were you for it to take this long to click.

Stomping down the same path Yokio went down, you now had a different target. And you were pissed.

It wasn’t a shock to see Mikey still on school grounds in the same lot that he met Takemichi surrounded by other Toman members. Today it was him, Draken, Mitsuya and Takemichi. Not caring about the audience you stomped right up to Mikey and pushed him so hard, he stumbled.

“What the fuck!” You screeched.

All the boys’ eyes widen, never once have you lost your cool. Not like this. And more surprisingly, you were able to make the Invincible Mikey topple over. There is something to be said about a scorned woman.

It had been ages since you talked to your old friends and you had thought you left off on good terms. Apparently not if Mikey is spreading a rumor you two were dating.

You shoved again—this time Mikey didn’t move an inch, “who the fuck do you think you are?”

He was quick to grab your wrists, swallowing your delicate bones. You tried your best to squirm away but it was futile.

“How about let’s talk about this civilly,” Draken butted in. For a violent man, he sure did hate inner conflict.

“Yeah let’s talk civilly about the fact he’s spreading rumors that me and him are dating,” you seethed towards Draken but kept your sharpened gaze on Mikey.

“You guys aren’t?” Takemichi squawked. Mitsuya elbowed him, muttering that he wasn’t helping.

Mikey kept your gaze and said plainly, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

You scoffed, attitude dripped from your posture. He still had his hands on you and you finally ripped yourself from him. Biting your inner cheek, the taste of blood grounded you. You weren’t being crazy about this and you weren’t going to let Mikey dismantle you like this.

“Then why did Yokio said to me, verbatim, ‘go ask your fucking gangster boyfriend?”

“Oh you’re on a first name basis now?” He was avoiding the question.

Mikey slipped his hands in the pockets of his baggy pants. His posture screamed aloof. Though the way his jaw ticked showed he was growing irritated. Whatever friendship that was left was burnt out like a used match, never to relight.

And you told him just that.

The air shifted to something colder, sinister. He straightened his back to stand taller. For his short stature he made you feel puny.

“Care to repeat that.” He was about to march to you, but Draken gripped his upper arm. The taller man shook his head to his leader, his bestest friend.

“Alright let’s just leave this for today. We can talk about this more when we all cooled off, got it?” Ever the middle man Draken was, but you didn’t care.

“Sure,” you said and turned around. They all watched you walk away. Mikey knew he fucked up but at this point he didn’t care. You didn’t mean what you said, you were just angry.

You didn’t show up to school that day or the next or the day after that. You had transferred to a school in Osaka.

The world had not been kind to Mikey. Maybe it was an act of karma or maybe he was simply cursed. The day you left was the final fracture in his glass heart. It all fell down after that. He pushed away his friends, lied through his teeth that he needed space. From his hands he built an empire of the most feared gang in all of Japan. Toman was nothing more than a childish dream.

The world was at his disposal and he thirsted for power. Yet, at the top, it was lonely. Some days he missed you, his friends and other days he resented both. How dare you leave him. He spent years trying to find you, but disappeared into thin air. You didn’t even have any social media from what he could find. It left him bitter but a smirk still crept up. Smart girl.

Mikey was sure whatever luck he had, had run out years ago until Sanzu barged into his office. He nearly shot him for coming in so unmannerly, but kept the gun down.

“I found her!” His voice was boisterous, elated.

Sanzu honestly couldn’t give two shits about you, but whatever made Mikey happy he felt tenfold.

“Where is she?”

“She’s back in Tokyo apparently to visit a dead relative,” Sanzu responded.

He waltzed further into his office and leaned up against the desk. Spying down at Mikey from underneath his nose, he watched the boss stare off with no indicator what he was thinking. Honestly, it was always hard to figure out what Mikey contemplated. Whatever you thought he was going to do, he did the opposite.

“Prepare the room.”

Sanzu grinned so hard that his scars creaked. It was about to get fun around here again.

Coming back to Tokyo was one of the dumbest ideas you have ever had and you were aware of that. You were precautious. Every step to instill your safety, you implemented it. You never used social media, you limited your internet access, kept inside, made sure not to stick to a schedule and stay the fuck out of Tokyo. Despite this, life happens.

You knew your grandmother was growing old and it came to no surprise she passed away. If it was anyone else you would have lied to your family that you were too busy to come back home, but the thought of your grandmother’s grave barren left you weak enough to buy a bus ticket.

It was true you were so busy you couldn’t even attend the actual funeral, only able to visit where she was put to rest a day later. You were sure your uncle would still be there as he was her caretaker. The thought of being exposed, out in the open with another person gave you comfort. Though very little as your uncle didn’t even own a knife. If someone came you were both screwed.

You tried your best to toss the idea away. It had been years since you seen him and you were sure he had long since forgotten you by now. But, that small part of your brain itched and dug in that he doesn’t simply forget his possessions.

No matter what, this was going to be an in and out operation. You will leave some of her favorite snacks, wish her goodbye and take the next train far, far from here. Maybe you could convince the rest of your family still in Tokyo to come to the countryside with you. The air was always better in Murakami.

A polite voice on the intercom told you that your stop was coming up. The bus came to a slow stop as it sank to let the people on and off. Lifting yourself off from the uncomfortable seat, you picked up your small bag. Thanking the bus driver, you jumped off to be greeted to the cool, night air. You made your way to the graveyard, it was about a 10 minute walk from the bus stop. If you calculated it right, you had less than 20 minutes to visit her and catch the next bus. You honestly wished it was a shorter time period as being outside for that long of a period left you anxious.

Clutching your bag, you walked briskly to the site. Maybe you could find a populated shop to reside in until the bus came. The more people, the better. The streets were sparse but enough that made you feel at least some at ease. Keeping your hood up and head down, you had headphones but nothing was playing. Again, you were doing everything to ensure nothing bad will happen.

In no time, you were at the gravesite. There was no one here. A chill rushed down your back. Fuck taking your time, at this point you will overhand throw the snacks at her grave and high tail out of there. Seething, you abandoned the idea, knowing she would have beat you to kingdom come in the afterlife for doing that.

“In and out, in and out,” you mumbled to yourself as you nimbly strutted.

Pulling out packaged strawberry mochi and taiyaki from the pocket of your oversized hoodie, you were careful to place it down near the other snacks surrounding her grave. At least she wasn’t hungry. Slapping your hands together, you whispered, “I’m sorry this will be the last time you will see me. Maybe in a next life we will see each other again.”

“Awww, how sentimental, Y/n-chan,” a sickly sweet voice chewed out.

Snapping your head up, you see the second to last person you wanted to see. There in an obnoxious pinstriped suit and hair the same color of your grandmother’s gifted mochi was Sanzu, in all his unsettling glory.

In your paranoia, you had kept tabs of Toman that then turned into Bonten. Even going as far to sneak onto less than savory websites to keep tabs on the gangsters. There wasn’t much, but you knew enough to fear the man before you. Back in the day, Sanzu was a fly on the wall, he was kind of just… there.

But here, he was a neon sign of danger. You were in Tokyo for less than two hours and he was able to pinpoint your exact location. Curling your lip up, how naive you were to think what was in the past stayed there.

Sticking your hands back in your pockets, you thumbed the knife stashed away. Your form pivoted towards Sanzu, staring him dead on. You weren’t going to be intimidated by this pastel troll.

Eyeing the gun he grasped in his hand, Sanzu was flippant with how he scratched his head with it.

“You don’t know how happy I am for your stupidity,” he mocked you.

You swiftly ignored the taunt and glanced at somewhere to run. There was a path a little further away that would lead you away from the bus stop but would bring you back to population, hopefully. Just as you were about to jump over the graves, Sanzu shot the ground where you would have landed. A scream bellowed.

You flicked your bouncing eyes to him. He must have been fucking insane to shoot out in the open like that. Sure the gravesite was empty but there were people nearby. Clinging onto the hope someone heard and would be nosey, you shook as Sanzu’s expression dropped.

“I know I just called you stupid, but let’s not be hasty,” he raised his gun to you, “come with me with no complaints or I will bury a bullet in your fucking thigh. You’re lucky Boss wants you alive.”

“Eat shit!” you frothed and made a run for it.

Having the advantage of his lanky form, Sanzu was quick to grab your hair before you could even move an inch. Hissing, you grappled onto his hand only for him to shove you away. You collapsed on the ground and grabbed the knife from your pocket. Flicking it open you were about to dig the blade into his calf when he pistol whipped you so hard your head bounced off the concrete. Blood poured from your head down into your bleary eyes, darkness crept in.

“He never said, you can’t be hurt though. Dumb bitch.”

Whimpering, you winced at the light that pours and invades your eyelids. Flinching from the sudden light, you squinted as you looked at the window disturbing your sleep. It ebbed in slowly before it came rushing in. Everything fucking hurt, especially your head. You attempted to bring a hand up to touch the offending part only to be met with resistance. No, not resistance, you couldn’t move at all.

Panic started to set in as you attempted to swivel your head to see where you were. The only thing you could move were your eyes and the slightest twitch of your fingers. Tears bubbled out as you sobbed in complete and utter terror.

A pathetic “help” lept from your throat but you might as well whispered it. Looking around with minimal movement you had, you saw you were in a pristine white, canopy bed. It was similar to the one you had in your childhood, the same one you shared with your favorite doll. The canopy was lacey along with the rest of the bedding, at least it was soft from what you could tell.

Whoever tucked you in, had to courtesy to leave you in somewhat warm clothes. Glancing down at your body, you were clad in the same material as the bed. It was a sweet ivory, similar to a very short wedding dress. It looked and felt expensive.

Just as you caught your bearings, the door was swung open. Whatever calmness you attempted to instill ranaway as the last person you wanted to stood in the door. With all your might, you willed your legs to work. All you could do was wiggle your toes. If Sanzu sent a shiver down your spine, you might as well abandon your whole nervous system as Mikey only stared at you.

Your chest hitched, terrified of what was going to become of you. The man said nothing as he slunk further into the room. He looked completely different from the last time you saw him. His skin lost whatever tanned hue he had in his youth, his hair just as pale. His eyes were darker somehow and bags heavy underneath them. He also looked skinnier but you didn’t let that fool you. Even if he was skin and bone, Mikey could take out a hundred men.

He planted himself next to you. Sitting on the edge, he leaned over to stroke your frozen cheek. His palm quickly became wet.

“Oh my dear,” his voice was sweet, but his grip turned hard, “how stupid do you think I am?”

Your lips puckered out as he didn’t stop squeezing you until your jaw creaked. “Stop,” you breathed out.

If Mikey wasn’t so close he wouldn’t have heard you. He leaned over you until you were nose to nose. “You think you are in the position to make commands?”

Locking eyes with you, he continued, “Do you know how long I have waited to see you again? You won’t run away again and I will make sure of it. I am bound to you and you to me. I mean we promised that didn’t we?”

Your brows furrowed before it hit you. That fucking childhood promise. He was still hung up on that?

“You… you’re insane,” you tried to put malice in your voice but it was so hard to move anything.

“In sickness and in health,” he replied with no mirth.

Pulling away, he climbed further onto the bed. Spreading your legs, he sat himself in between them. Truly panicking now, you tried to rip your ankles from his grasp but alas your muscles didn’t even twitch.

“Please,” you begged, “don’t do this to us.”

Mikey laughed but it was hollow, “so there is an us now? I thought you were done with me since high school.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We can be friends again, just don’t do this!” Working the words around your mouth was difficult and the headache was getting worse.

“I think we have passed the point of being friends. I have waited my whole life for this and I’m here to collect my prize.”

Your eyes widened at the realization of the date. It was April twenty-eighth, two weeks since Mikey’s twenty-seventh birthday. You were doomed.

Mikey ignored your internal crisis. His deft hands trailed down the outline of your curves until he met the hem of your dress. Slowly he lifted up the little gown until it was under your breasts. All you could do was whimper as you watched him take and take.

He curled down to place a kiss on your tummy that was a phantom sensation. “My pretty doll,” he whispered into your skin.

Fingers crawled back down until they met your just as white panties. He propped himself back up and used both hands to delicately tear the fabric away. A stuttering breath echoed in the room as he stared at your exposed pussy.

“My pretty, pretty doll,” he repeated.

Subtly you tested again how much you could move, as he took his time to undress you like a present, the more sensation you gained in your limbs. Not enough to run away, but enough to retaliate. Knowing it was futile, you refused to give in so easily.

Just as he was about to lean back down to plant feathery kisses on your pussy, you reared back your leg and kicked him in the face with all your might.

It wasn’t enough to break his nose, but enough for blood to pool from it. Mikey lifted himself back up and locked eyes with you. As the blood dripped down to his lips, he licked it away and quirked an eyebrow up at you. An ‘what was that supposed to do?’ was written all over his face without even anything being said.

“You never knew when to give up, did you?”

With that, he pulled your hips up further onto his lap and bent your legs to your chest. Whatever gentleness he had was gone. His fingers ran up and down your exposed slit. You squirmed but he clenched down on your thighs until your circulation was cut off. Seeing you were done moving, he used one hand to hold you down and the other to pull down his pants and underwear.

It was hard to see his cock from this angle and you were honestly scared to see what was about to force its way into you. Mikey crowded you so all you could see and smell was him.

“I was going to work you through this but you just had to be a brat. It's okay, we have all our lives for me to show how much I love you.”

He tapped his cockhead against your hole, a silent warning. Fuck it stung as he bullied his way into your cunny. Tears bubbled up again as he carved his way inside you. For such a short man, his cock was long and thick.

It could have been hours or minutes until his hips met yours. You never felt so full in your life. Clawing at the sheets, you felt yourself start to relax. Mikey seeing you were finally calm enough, he gave little thrusts. You moaned at the feeling.

Taking the hint, he started to cant his hips. He slowly pulled himself out until it was just his tip and then slamming back in. A scream was punched out of you. Mikey laughed at the chain reaction. Putting more of his weight on you, his hand left one of your thighs to cradle your neck. It wasn’t enough to cut off your breathing but enough to keep you still.

Mikey kept this rhythm of fucking into you like you were nothing more than cocksleeve. Keeping you close he rambled, “my doll, my possession, my thing, mine.” He seethed out the last word.

The constant budging against your womb wiped your mind blank. At this point you just wanted to cum even if it was at the hands of him. Sensing you were both close, Mikey let go of your thigh to rub your clit. You moaned out at finally being stimulated.

Mikey groaned out as you clenched down on him. “Fuck,” he moaned as he was coming up there with you.

After a few more pumps, he came right into you. Being filled with his cum spiraled your own release, shaking and whimpering. A few more spurts came out as you clenched down one last time. Mikey collapsed right on you, not removing himself from you.

“You’re finally mine,” he breathed out relieved. Still coming down from the high, you spat, “I will never be yours.”

Mikey slithered his hand across the mattress to come caress your right hand to his. Metal clinked against metal. Turning your head, you saw a ring on both your hands.

“My stupid doll, my naive wife.”

#yandere mikey #yandere mikey x reader #yandere manjiro sano #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere manjiro x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #tokyo revengers smut #viruses #dark.web

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bones4thecats · 6 months

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A/N: Final part featuring out Norse Pantheon boys Odin and Loki, enjoy once again!!

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(As he becomes your husband, Thor is your son, so this is set way before then)

🪶 Odin never has been a very talkative person, really the only reason you could tell that he didn’t hate you was because of how he allowed you to spend time with him

🪶 And his birds liked you

🪶 He and you both are important figures in the Norse Pantheon, and because of that, you both were located nearby each other because of work

🪶 Odin was fairly protective of you in many different scenarios, but it was normally just him glaring, nothing farther, until now

🪶 Zeus was trying to lay a hand on your waist, and by what he was suspecting, he was trying to seduce you so he could get into your pants, like he did with many other women before you

🪶 He just walked up to you, showed off his dangerous aura, making Zeus show his as well

🪶 While Zeus just laughed it off and bidded you both adieu before walking off, leaving you and the Supreme God of Norse Mythology alone

🪶 Odin looked at you and began to speak with such words that it shocked you

“ Y/N, I cannot stand seeing you being ogled by other men, and that is the honest truth. So, would you do me the pleasure of being my S/O till our hearts stop and our power falls? “

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🐍 Oh the old trickster duo

🐍 You guys played tricks on everyone all of the time, it didn’t matter if you were family or the closest friends in Valhalla, you played tricks on them all

🐍 Loki and you just smiled at each other while they writhed around in the upmost embarrassment from you both throwing a bag of donkey vomit on their heads

🐍 Once fateful day, Loki was bored, which was happening way more often, so, he decided to venture out and find you, little did he know, he'd regret it

🐍 He walked through your palace's hallways in search of you when he heard you threaten someone as they, seemingly, laughed

🐍 Peering into your main room, he saw the Greek God of the Sun, Apollo, flirting with you, and it sent his mind into a frenzy

🐍 How dare he flirt with you when it was obvious you and he belonged together?! Not you and that arrogant prick-head!

🐍 He strode up to you and turned into a cockroach, causing the God to scream and run away, leaving the two of you standing there laughing

" Smooth scare, Loki! I was about to do the same if he wasn't staring at me directly in the eyes. " " Well, how about we go and prank some of the other Greek Gods, ooh, maybe we should pass by Shiva's place, I heard he's having practice today with that other Hindu God, Rudra! "

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me-uglypretty · 1 year

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on earth and valhalla

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: With the revelation of carrying a baby, Natasha finally realises what was true love than what she once had.

Warning: (18+), AU Vikings, fluff, mention of war, angst, pregnancy, smut, fingering | 2k words

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The trust of another, an outsider or a familiar friend, someone loved or hated severely, the kind that led your body to lay with a woman on a bed ensured for another. That person, unworthy and worthless, while your heart swells for her, the trust bestowed on you, the overwhelming journey of you and her. And where a bed housed two hearts with the utmost significance. Your heart pulses reassuringly with hers, resonating a sound that ensured of love. Even if a brutal war was predicted. Soon, they had asserted, and your heart fusses at the agony of something deathly, till peace reclaimed over your heart.

Natasha was there. Her hand grasped your own, swiftly leading you away from the rowdy crowd to where none would dare disturb their Queen. A petite house, constructed for a small family, not promised for someone of her power. But she doesn’t bother for such comforts, only enough to know it was a secreted space. It wasn’t her home or yours. This was, after all, a place for rest before continuing the significant journey.

“We can’t fight if the odds aren’t in our favour,” you expressed, burden carried your tone into the icy night. Natasha held your hand delicately in hers and it mends the ache in your chest, warming the cold that dared intrude.

She hummed, and slender fingers absently trace the scar that begin from your shoulder to where your elbow curved. Not a word was spoken in response to your whirling thoughts. Her head remained rested on your chest, wisps of auburn hair sprang from her extensive braid, and your own fingers combs through those strands. Natasha had always preferred this position with an established understanding that she preferred your body adjacent with her. It granted her the prospect of listening to your beating heart or the pulse in your wrist when your hand rested on her head, to feel the soft intake of breaths, to feel bodies together for her to know that you were real, and you were there.

However, it wasn’t her tendency to remain silence for a long period of time. Natasha always spoke of something, even during horrendous hours of war, her lips would curl of a sweet smile and her eyes would declare of love, only for you. Words that warmth your cheeks would be spoken as secrets known to you and her, bashful as you fail to remember the sheer respect that awakened from your stern appearance.

The absent of that, made the night lonesome. It felt terribly wrong.

Natasha’s eyes were tired and glistering as she contemplates an answer. “I am with a child,” she confessed unexpectedly, appearing afraid as those words left from the safekeeping of her heart. Her hand rested thoughtfully above her stomach, as if, consciously feeling the child roaming unknowingly in her body.

A mother she was to be, meant, or entirely confused at the sudden knowledge.

Her husband had left months prior, amid winter and the fall of a neighbouring village. The pursuit of greed, blinded his sense in rage, seeming bloody and careless, thus, abandoning his wife to her lonesome. Others had spoken tales of his wits, that he had found another woman, supple and young, that he had slept with her and found her carrying his child. It was easier for him to leave Natasha, his wedded wife, as his desire for a child was fulfilled by another woman. Further on his cruel purpose, his new wife was birthed into a wealthy family and a daughter to heroic legends. He was offered more power and golden possessions. It was all the eternal luxury that aided his greed.

You hadn’t seen him, but if the Gods allowed, he would kneel for wounding her in such insolent ways.

Somehow, you encountered her instead. A frail woman she seemed at first, chaotically applying pressure to the wound on her palm, and she was crying dejectedly. If you hadn’t seen her palm, you would have assumed a dagger was lodged through her chest. Help was offered first, ruthless as you spoke to an outsider, unfamiliar of her face and origins, but you grasp her hand in yours, and felt the warmth that spread vehemently. It was quiet as your eyes gaze into hers, resting on emerald spheres that appeared blue at times, and grey. However, at that hour, her eyes were solemn and brimming with tears.

You hadn’t known of her as you treated her wound tenderly. Then she asked, “Do you not know who I am?” and was instantly followed by your answer, “You must be important. See, you are not crying anymore.”

Natasha had stared at you, astonished by your bluntness, and how easily you had diminished her famed introduction. It was later that your appearance as a new shieldmaiden and offering your allegiance to the Queen, did you realise who she was.

A legendary shield-maiden spoken for across chilling seas and countries. Natasha Romanova, the last of the Romanova. Loved and feared, a name that roused them from their seats and knees burrowed into the dirt. They worshiped her for the sheer bravery, a warrior that even enemies feared at the name, and rather surrender when proved that victory would remain hers. Despite of her husband’s disloyalty and abandoning their realm, and the hundreds of deaths ensued after an unexpected invasion which was evoked by his departure, Natasha continued fighting fervently. Sweat and blood of her own and her people, a spirt so unmatched and proven victorious as she carried them.

And there were times they had lost and faced devastation, but she stayed persisted for everyone’s safety with a brazen passion.

It happened hastily. A promised position by the Queen, and you were to fight with her, by her, for her.

Then, the horrid flash of war that occurred weeks after. Her silvery sword dribbles with blood of the enemies, she slashed through bodies and heads falling hastily on the ground. Death reeks an awful stench in the air. Your chest heaved at every strike, body far and unable to reach her. You feared for her too, as the enemy circles around her and she only smirked in response, such arrogance roused when facing possible death. You cared for her more, and not enough for those stood behind you or front, but for her, the quick shield-maiden, who’s reckless bravery or foolishness had left her to fend for herself.

And yet, she emerged bloody and yelling at their victory.

Cheers gushed through the masses while the enemies laid dead, drenched in blood, and some barely breathing. She spoke of their victory, unaffected by the blood that dribbles from her forehead, and her people listened, immensely treasuring her every word. The defeat of their enemy, soon to follow was the feast for triumph.

That, the untroubled expression on her face, as if, she hasn’t brushed the blades of death, and risked her life that was scarred, because she was Queen, and leader of this Kingdom. It wasn’t desirable as the reasons fell. Natasha should had known better, to fight was inevitable, but to ensure her safety was there.

It was your responsibility to protect her as any other would act for their Queen. The same reasoning that sufficient you into grabbing her hand, dragging the beloved Queen away from her praising people for your own interest. You heard the splutter of confusion from her mouth, aided by harsh alcohol, and still in trance for winning another battle.

In the state of silence, away from disruptive people, anger transpired in your wide eyes while hers bloom in worry, grey beneath the pale moon, and alike the erratic sea you once sailed. You hadn’t thought, as you pushed her against the wooden partition, she gasped at the sudden force and the breath of air was swallowed by your mouth pressed over hers. A kiss fuelled with retaliation, raging with anger and bleeding in fatigue.

Natasha pushed your chest first, cursing your name for acting in such ways, and she kissed you this time. The rush clash of mouth, of teeth, the feel of another tongue in your mouth, so wet and muddled. Kisses pulses of desired touch, and soon, love materialised at every smooth touch, bites, and moans.

The night beamed with the moon, beneath there where two bodies bonded in secrecy. A declaration of love evoked by touch, by sound you swore to remember forevermore, and by her.

“The greatest love,” Natasha had confessed, still huffing at the seconds before of relentless love. “My only one,” you whispered after, kissing her wholly and tasting the mix of you and her.

Then, this, the hour where silence weakens the happiness that stirred by her side.

“Look at me,” you plead first, before grasping her jaw to force her into facing you. “Natasha,” your voice softens at the sight of her trembling lips and glossy eyes, appearing as though the sea had spew in thunderous waves, surrounding green in grey, and woeful as she stared gloomily at you.

Her hand rest over yours. “I am with a child,” she whispered, raising herself to stare down at you. “There is a child and…” her eyes shut closed, a single tear trickles down her cheek, soon, a trail of water traced her cheeks with more tears.

Your thumb made the attempt of wiping her tears, unsuccessfully at that as it persists flowing dreadfully. “Don’t cry,” you murmured, slowly shifting her position to lay on the bed and cautiously climbing over her, straddling her waist as you continued, “I can’t see you sad.”

Natasha released a shuddered breath. “This child— this child would not have a father,” she expressed the most agitating thought. “What must I do?”

The sheer act of worry, emotions spiralling in her expression and body, would be perceived as weakness by the rest and something she avoided expressing. Natasha was the Queen, and the last remaining one of her royal lineages. You had only perceive a glimpse of her mournful state when her husband had left, where you found her weeping at the wound on her hand.

Your hand attentively trails a path from the curves of her jaw, to where both hands join to caress the tense muscles of her arms, faded scars tattered her skin and you kiss each one, tales of bravery and those of foolishness. The tip of your fingers traces those scars, leading to where her heart thumps distressingly in her chest, and your hands curls around her breast. Tender thumb pressed her nipples, feeling them rise proudly from the cold and your touch.

If Natasha wanted to say something, she doesn’t, but a wispy sigh left her parted mouth instead.

Your hands continue their voyage, drifting to where you felt warmth resurfacing from her bottom half. One hand grasps her curve of her waist, the other tracing a prominent scar at her lower abdomen. She had received that scar at the treatment of surviving the massacre of her family. Slowly, your hand positions over her cunt. You felt the warmth that emits when your thumb teased her buddle of nerves, fingers carefully prying her folds apart to grant access to the opening of her hole and your index finger prod teasingly, prolonging the whines in her throat.

Tears slithers down her cheeks, gracing full lips with a slight sheen, and compelled your mouth to hers, pressing tenderly on those lips that tasted salty and sweet. Natasha doesn’t hesitate to return her love, damp face pressed to yours, then she released a mellow gasp when your index finger slides into her hole. You kissed her intensely and suck her bottom lip, a simple act of aiding the cold of your finger into the warmth of her cunt.

You gave her a moment to savour your affectionate strokes, in and out, the tender brush of her clit, and the soft sounds that leaves her mouth. Ten second passed, another…

“Look at me,” you spoke, voice stern and clear. “Natasha,” you tried, abandoning her pleasure completely which stirred a hopeless whine from her mouth.

It takes her by surprise, a mix of a loud moan and a gasp, when your hand slapped over her cunt. A warning of some sort, her gaze finally meeting yours. A Queen obeying to her common people, a sight so delirious, that you had to kiss her mouth again, and watch her bleary eyes as you continued.

“I am to fuck you— like this is my child,” you declared, swiftly pushing two fingers into her warmth, and you found that spot which forced fervent pleas to fall from her sweet mouth.

Natasha was speechless at your sudden revelation, one that spoke from your heart, and acted upon with your touch on her body. Her hands expose her want further as she grasps your sturdy arms, nails pressing crescent dents on your skin. Hips bucks subconsciously into your ministration, wetness coats her thighs, the sound of slippering thrust, and the gasps from two.

Longing blossoms by how skilfully hands stimulated the other, bodies mending beautifully, and her legs locked habitual around your body. Sharp gasps were promised when your fingers grazed the spot that made her clenched around those skilful fingers while you, around nothing. Feverish lust slicks uncomfortably between your thighs, but your lust filled eyes was glued on her, those breasts you adored were bouncing at the friction of bodies, so breathless for you, her eyes misty with pleasure, and to witness her unravel was enough.

It was, and will always be something that he would never understand.

“He would never love you like this,” the sound slips into her ears, your mouth wide as you try formulating words than blows of moans. “Only I will love you, on earth and Valhalla. Understand?”

The melodious sounds of her moans expressed her nearing orgasm and her struggles of holding you closer than falling limp. While your free hand glides upwards and downward, aiding her release with your fingers working blissfully inside her. It takes another intense thrust of your fingers and thumb circling her clit that her legs shake. But you continued, thrusting into her to prolong her pleasure, to make her moan and whine, for her strength to unravel at the harsh grip of her hands over your arms.

It takes a moment, the sound of fire flickering, ember reflecting on your face and hers, and a dull throbbing, that you slowly hindered. Fingers sheens with her arousal, the savoury juice of her pleasure that you greedily pushed your fingers into your mouth and cleaning the last remaining taste of her.

“You are,” Natasha murmured, her hands softly caressing your arms as blurry eyes watch your body lowering to her wanting lips you delayed to kiss. “You are my child’s father,” she spoke, yielding a loud moan after at the feeling of your mouth pressing a kiss on her sensitive clit, and your tongue gliding through her folds just seconds after.

The promise presented in touch so tender and rough, the gasps that fell from her beautiful mouth and yours driven by her. An immediate reassurance that your declaration was honest at your display of affection, a warmth none had faced, and the exemption for her to remain so rigid for her people. It was just two people there, you and her, and another that waited patiently for when the precise time arrives.

A future was seen, perceived, and declared at each stroke. It would remain for you as for her, to care, to love, to remain by her side forevermore.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader smut

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em1e · 11 months

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万次郎 // TO BE YOURS ⠀ ༝ ༝ mikey sano ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1.4k words ⠀ ⚠︎ soulmate!au, angst? probably, violence, valhalla spoilers kinda ⠀ — imagine if your soulmate didn't want you lol!! insane .. right?

soulmates weren’t a rarity, by any means. most people had their own forms of figuring out who they’re meant to be with for the rest of their lives; the names on the inside of their wrist, the matching marks on a part of their body, other weird and non-specific things that you could write a paper on from how much you’ve researched and studied - all for the selfish reason of never having your own experience with your soulmate yet.

your parents assure you it’s nothing to stress about. that they didn’t meet one another until they were twenty-three, didn’t show any signs for anything that’d point to each other until they were in relationships with other people, but it still stings.

to be fifteen, itching to know what person could make you happy till the end of your years, and having no way to guarantee you’ll know. hell, your best friend's little brother was lucky enough to get the stupid red string! he’s four and met his soulmate in his kindergarten class!

but part of you supposes that’s how the universe works. it’s not your time, not your place to meet them yet, and that’ll just have to be okay, if only for the fact that there was nothing you could do about it.

and staying in from hanging out with friends on halloween is not the ideal way to spend your night, but maybe the universe has been against you from the start.

you just gotten a cup of tea from the kitchen, place it on your desk, stretch and sit before you prepare to tackle your algebra homework when it happens.

it’s for only a second, you think, but suddenly your body is hovering over a strangers, their face bloody and it’s your fists that are stained with what you can assume is their blood, your knuckles busted and burning and reared back for another hit.

but just as quickly as it happens, it’s over. you blink and you’re back in your room, cup of tea knocked over with the ceramic broken to bits on your floor and the contents staining the sheet of homework. you gasp for air, pushing yourself away from the desk and examine your shaking hands for any blood or bruising, but ultimately find nothing.

you’ve read about people who’ve met their soulmates by switching into their bodies randomly. read books on people talking about the most embarrassing moment in their life being when the first switch happened - quick and compromising. of one person being in the middle of wiping in the bathroom, while another was getting ready to get laid, but through each story, each interaction, they emphasized on how miniscule of a thing it was to them. that the initial shock of the swap stunned them more than what their soulmate was doing, and thus took priority in their memory.

the sight of blood is engrained behind your eyelids, though, and you wonder if those people were lying for the sake of it. when you shut your eyes too long, you can clearly make out the person who was taking the punches, feel the burn of your soulmate's split knuckles, feel the anger stirring underneath his skin and bubbling into each punch he was throwing.

you blink back the tears that try to fall from your eyes and busy yourself with cleaning the bits of cup that you can pick up, deciding then you’ll take what you saw to the grave.

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you read about getting used to the feeling of swapping as it happens more frequently, but you don’t think you believe those same people that made the claim that you’d forget the first time it happened.

especially now, out for dinner with your family, you think you hate the randomness of the switch.

you’re in the middle of eating a breadstick, preparing to argue with your brother on why spaghetti is better than ravioli when you’re outside suddenly, standing at the top of a set of cement stairs in front of a group of maybe a hundred? two hundred? people.

someone’s talking to your right, and a quick glance over shows you a tall blond, hair braided neatly down as he shouts about one thing or another, but you can’t process anything over the ringing in your ears. you look back over the crowd and note how everyone is wearing the same uniform, a peek down at yourself, and you see you’re matching them.

the guy to your right suddenly gestures towards you and you open your mouth to say something - but really what can you say right now? is your soulmate the leader of a fucking cult? you blink and you’re back in your own body, breadstick still in hand with your brother staring at you with furrowed brows.

“you okay?” he asks, waving a hand in front of you, “look like ya just saw a ghost.”

you swallow the bread you were in the middle of chewing, taking a sip of your drink shortly after with a nod, “um . . . yeah, i’m ok.”

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admittedly, you are a little more prepared the next time it happens. the tingle that settles under your skin just before you switch was easier to pick up on since you knew what to be wary of, and you took the opportunity to sit in front of your bed before it happened.

you blink and you’re in a room you could assume is your soulmates. you look around for a piece of paper and pen, careful to not disturb too much of his space as you do, and write what you think is a good introduction.

‘hi soulmate, i’m (y/n). i’d like to talk and meet if we can? my number is (xxx) xxx-xxxx, call soon :)’

you debate erasing the smiley face, but you don’t have much of an opportunity to do so when you’re suddenly back in your own body. you’re left waiting anxiously for the call, playing with anything you can to keep your hands busy.

and you wait. and wait. and wait. and wait.

until a few minutes turns to hours, turns to days, turns to weeks. you never get a call, and you’d hate to say you’re disappointed, but really what can you expect from your cult-leading, person-beating soulmate?

as if he’d want to call you.

you groan as another day passes with no call, wondering what could possibly make him dislike you so much, you don’t deserve to hear him say that himself. it’s not like you’ve even done anything that could be the reason for this - you’re left believing the sight of your room and even your family must be the cause for his apparent disinterest.

maybe his cult was keeping him busy, too.

you take a different route home from school that day, needing to pick up some groceries for your mom on the way, and as you’re digging through the bag, your shoulders bump with someone.

when you look up, an apology on your lips, you’re stunned to silence at the sight of . . . yourself, looking back at you with furrowed brows.

someone to your right taps your shoulder, and if you took a second to look, you’d see it’s the same blond with the braid from the cult meeting.

“mikey, you good?” then he turns to bow at you (at mikey?), “sorry about him. he has the manners of a child.”

before either of you can say anything, despite the long awkward pause between your first initial contact, the blond is dragging mikey (you?) away, and within the first step you take away from yourself, you’re being shot back into your own body.

and you can only watch as he’s pulled away, his friend and co-cult leader smacking the back of his head rather roughly and saying something about not being an idiot everywhere they go.

you arrive home far later than you would have liked – it started pouring rain soon after the interaction which left you stranded under a canopy waiting for your bus that was also late from the rain. you were annoyed, to say the least, soaked to the bone in dripping clothes and nothing in your grocery bag was safe from water.

in the middle of changing from your clothes, your phone rings. you groan, the device hidden somewhere under the pile you’d just discarded off yourself. still clad in only a big t-shirt and nowhere near warm enough, you search for it.

an unknown number stares back at you, and you frown at having rushed to find it when it was a call you probably could’ve ignored.

you answer anyways, just in case, “hello?”

your sweats are halfway up your legs when the person on the other end replies.

“hi it's mikey - your soulmate.”

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malleusthehammer · 9 months

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Helloooo (●’◡’●)ﾉ could I please request Buddha, Adam, Sasaki and Leonidas with a preteen reader (12 years old) that likes to prank the gods all the time? Like putting a whoopee cushion under Shivas or Thor seats, drawing on anyone's face if they even think about taking a nap when reader is around, only small things that can't really hurt people, and no one can stop them because reader can just teleport away or make a clone of themselves, they prank everyone but them (the characters I requested) and when they're asked why reader just says “their likeable enough” I feel like this would be so chaotic and in a way wholesome 😭

YES OM GI I LOVE THIS IUDE S< ITS SO CUTRE!!! Also i am SO SO SO sorry for the wait!! Also its platonic considering that the reader is 12 years old so-

Pranking with Buddha, Adam, Sasaki, and Leonidas! Warnings: Yelling? Type: Headcanons and drabble!

🍬 Buddha

Dude he LOVES pranking with you!!

I mean, how could he not?

He does blow your cover a LOT because of his loud laugh

He usually takes the heat from the other gods that are being pranked because hes just like that

He thinks its so cool that you can just make a clone of yourself!

You were sneaky, sneaky enough to get past all of Shivas wives that is. When you passed by them on occasion, they treated you like a child of their own. Showering you in gifts and hugs! But- that was besides the point, yes? Buddha had finally convinced you to do that shaving cream prank on the god of destruction. So, you both snuck into the gods room, silent as a mouse. Buddha promised you a handful of candy from his stash if you pulled this off. you knew this was going to be easy-peasy! Maybe so easy and flawless youd get two handfuls of candy!

You silently -or rather, as best you could- sprayed the shaving cream in Shivas hands. His sleeping positions were erratic, so you made sure to cover all four hands in the cream before pulling out the feather you had. Your devious acts had led up to Munin loosing one of his tail feathers, you kept it. Almost like a trophy. You handed the feather to Buddha, who looked like he was about to explode with laughter any moment. Somehow, he kept his cool, tickling Shivas nose with the feather.

The 4-armed god stirred, to then slam a handful of shaving cream in his face. He was quick to wake up, trying to look around, omly to get more shaving cream everywhere.

"GODDAMNIT [Y/N]!!"

His voice rumbled in the room, his arm lunging towards you. You knew this would happen, so you were quick to make a clone to stand. Once Shivas palm hit the clone, it puffed into dust. This caused the God to get even madder. But what made it all worse was Buddha dying of laughter in the corner.

🍎 Adam

At first hes like "How do you find this hilarious?!?"

But then, you pranked Zeus..

and this opened his eyes for REAL

You had tried your best to come up with a prank for the old god Zeus, but nothing would stir in your mind. Eventually, you fell back to your roots of scaring. You hid behind the door of the Gods lounge, knowing the old man would be coming in soon. Once you had heard his distinguishing laugh, your plan was set into motion. You waited till just the right moment to pop out from behind the door. Unfortunately, you weren't far enough away from the door.

Zeus reacted by swinging his arms out in defense, causing the door to slam right back into you. The knob of the door went straight into your stomach, causing you to hit your head hard against the marble wall. You quickly fell to your knees in pain, hearing the old man guffaw and laugh about how you shouldn't scare him like that. You had learned your lesson, not to return to your roots.

You shamefully walked down the grand halls of Valhalla, coming to the garden. Adam saw you, hurrying over to see what was wrong. He was quick to help you, laying you down in the grass as he held an icepack to your head. You both laughed about what happened til Adam broke the silence.

"Little one- why dont you pull pranks like that on me? You do it on all the others.. Are you plotting a big prank on me?"

You giggled and shook your head, explaining how he was like a dad to you. And of course, who would prank their dad?

⚔️Sasaki Kojiro

He's never there to watch you prank but he loves hearing you tell the stories afterwards

You had managed to prank Aphrodite with a couple fake spiders, causing her to scream and sling her food off the table. Her hench men tried to calm her down by showing her that they were face spiders. But that only made it worse. She was running from them, hiding in her own room. You had watched this entirely, trying so hard not to laugh your ass off. After everyone calmed down, you were quick to go find Sasaki.

He was were he usually was, against the fountain in Valhalla's garden. You were quick to run up to him, sitting right down next to him. You both laughed and talked as you blabbered on about your prank. He started busting out laughing when you even reenacted how Aphrodite reacted! After you both calmed down from your laughing fits, you sat back down next to him on the edge of the fountain. Sasaki knew how much you loved pulling pranks on the others in Valhalla. Sometimes even more that Loki himself! Sasaki couldn't help but ask why you didn't pull pranks on him.

"Ahaha- ah.. Now, this makes me wanna ask ya.. Why don't cha pull pranks on me?''

You sat there for a moment. Why didn't you? Well of course you wouldn't pull a prank on someone you care about so dearly! Sasaki was shocked by your answer at first, but was so happy you cared so deary about him!

🛡️ Leonidas

He usually takes the downfall for your pranks because :3

helps you get the supplies and everything!!

lets you hide behind him bc he lowkey scary

Unlike the others, he is always backing you up on the pranks. He's always encouraging you. He's gonna have you writing prank ideas down on a notepad he comes up with ideas so quick. Today, you and him were walking down the halls of Valhalla. He held his cigar between his two fingers as he talked on and on about some pranks he pulled in his younger years. You followed behind closely, furiously writing the ideas down on your notepad. Leonidas chuckled as he saw you writing stuff down as you both walked. He huffed on his cigar for a moment before a thought popped up in his mind.

"Hey kid, why don't cha pull pranks on this old man?"

He smiled and pointed to himself with his thumb. He raised a brow at you for a moment, waiting for your reply.

You sat there, dumbfounded. You really hadn't thought about it.

"I guess- cuz your like the prank master! Like my mentor!"

Leonidas' eyes widened for a second as he thought about what you said. His smile grew as he wrapped his large arm around you. He laughed as he ruffled your hand with his large hand.

"Ahaha! I knew you looked up to me, but not that much! Thank ya, kid!"

YOOOOO HGHJUYGBHJ DIES honestly this was my first time writing for Leonidas and i LOVE HIM SM hes so silly!! also i kinda got carried away with Buddhas so i hope you forgive me for that. BUt i truly hope you enjoyed it!! alsi my asks are open!!

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Part 2 - Always by your side

Previous! -> Next!

Contains Tokyo Revengers spoilers!

Yes, there is lore surrounding this "Timeline", and yes, I started spouting shit but I swear it will all make sense.

Please read till the end I swear it gets better :)

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July 6, 2005

You look at your wrist.

An old, partly broken watch cuffs your hand as you watch the second hand go click click click, the minute hand stops

Time stops

Then it rewinds

You glance at the handsome boy next to you - your life, your everything. He's eating his dorayaki; it's messy, the crumbs covering the lips you dreamed of kissing every day "N/N-chan?" Mikey cocks his head towards you, "What are you looking at?" You were staring into the distance for so long, even Draken started squinting his eyes to see what was so enticing about the trail. "Nothing, I just - I had a feeling-" "RARR KEN-CHIN" Mikey wails with his pouting face "NOW Y/N WANTS ME TO STOP OUR DATE" Kenny laughs at his childish behavior as you start bickering with Mikey. "IT'S ONLY OUR FIRST DATE -" You stop his words when you suddenly cup his face, Ken-Chin slides away, and Mikey cups yours, "You're serious?" "Yeah" Your hands stay on his face, but you loosen your grip, as your eyes leave his face and stare to the end of a trail.

"I think you and Draken should check out the park at the end of a trail... it reminds me of Kiyomasa"

You watch the pair walk on, confused, but also cautious. You glance at your wrist again

The watch is working again.

October 31, 2005, 3 pm

"COME ON YOU IDIOTS," A figure in a Valhalla hoodie and mask rise up the moment your Mikey falls, "LETS GET HIM"

Valhalla executive Chouji leads a hoard of members to the fallen Mikey as Toman tries to stop him with no avail (I tried to make it more interesting). With the 300 Valhalla members vs. 150 Toman members, Chouji was able to reach to the leader and pulled out his pole

"LET'S KILL HIM"

WHAM

You're eyes frantically search for Chouji as you try to get through the crowd, unseen

Kisaki Tetta

You hated that guy with everything you had. The moment he joined Toman, you knew it was bad

You glance at the watch

"I AM TETTA KISAKI, THIRD -"

BANG

The watch has stopped. You wait. You have to reset time

"BAJI-SAAAAN" Chifuyu's voice shakes you as you look up to the chaos.

Baji reached on time and struck Kisaki down, the danger arises.

You're head is splitting as your legs start running, "BAJI KUN! GET DOWN FROM THERE" Nothing will come in your way.

The members watch you as Draken realizes what's happening, "Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? Y/N STOP RUNNING"

Nothing was going to stop you from running. Not when Baji was in danger.

SWOOSH

Kazutora comes out from behind as you reach just on time to strike him down with one. swift. move.

CLINK, you see the knife and it falls down, down, down.

No time to think. You run up to Mikey as everyone stares in shock. His heart is beating

You stop. You're hands cradle his hair and wipe his blood away, making sure no speck of dust enters his wounds

"why, mikey? why didn't you just tell me?" you whisper in his ears, immune to your surroundings.

"It's all Mikey's fault" Kazutora's voice sends a shiver down your spine as you turn your head to be greeted by the attack of his pole.

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Baji runs up to Kazutora and pushes him off the mound "ARE YOU INSANE?"

Kazutora has no words. The friend he thought was always there for him is now turning against him.

"MIKEY IS GOING TO KILL YOU!" Baji's words make no sense to Kazutora. Mikey is the enemy. Mikey was always going to kill Kazutora.

"no." The whole arena goes quiet "I am going to kill YOU" Kazutora grabs his pole and whams Baji's head as Baji wobbles to the side, falling down, down, down.

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"Wow. Kazutora lured Baji into Valhalla to kill him, and called Y/N to kill her. He wants to take everything away from you. Isn't that right, Mr. President?" Takemitchi hears Kisaki's lying words to provoke Mikey, who gets up emotionless.

His weak y/n is unconscious on the ground and his best friend has just been fatally hit, "Is this really what you wanted, Kazutora?" Mikey's voice is dead.

He's gone

"To kill the only people who could stop me from killing you?"

Tetta wears a grim smile on his face as Mikey meets Kazutora

"Hey now Mikey - ", Hanma goes down with a swift move of Mikey, who's only focus is Kazutora.

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You wake up, your head in a splitting pain as your eyes do their best to make the picture clear. You look in front of you and catch on to the only clear thing... a tall figure, lean, but still strong. His hair was funky and standing up... "Nnng" you grunt as the figure turns around

An ugly face, geez that really had to be the first thing I set my eyes on?

"I see you've regained consciousness Miss" ugh, Tetta

"Wow. You really don't know how to talk to girls, do you" You reluctantly take his hand as his face his struggling to keep a pleasant tone with you.

"Kazutora's done for. Don't you worry about Mi-" you ain't got time to hear his bullshit

"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY" That took all of your energy

"I'm still alive" you mouth as you drunkedly walk towards him (y/n is a master at drunkenly walking down a pile of cars fyi)

You're blurry eyesight finally starts to get clear as you set sight on Baji pulling out his switchblade

[Blood, dripping down, down, dow]

You slap your head as you run towards Baji and push him down, the switchblade falling out of his reach.

"ARE YOU ALL INSANE?" Takemitchi catches on to your sanity and rushes in between Mikey and Kazutora, throwing his jacket as Baji's charm flies out and catches Mikey's eyes.

"All for one and-

one for all" Mikey completes Baji's phrase as he returns back from the darkness, Kazutora also getting the wave of sanity.

"I'm sorry Baji" Mikey says

"Don't be sorry for anything" You answer for Baji, and say it to Kazutora as well.

The siren.

"SCRAM IDIOTS, The police are here"

October 31, 2005. Toman vs. Valhalla. No casualties, one Mikey impulse, two leaders regained.

One more to go

1 hour later

You're at Mikey's house, treating his wounds. Emma left the house in anger when neither of you told her what happened, and it was just the two of you (with the exception of Grandpa Sano sleeping) in his house.

He stares at you, intently. It's kind of cute, the way he smiles. He scans your face, looking for any rough marks you might have and watches your hands treat him. His unusual concentration makes you smile, and your mouth starts curving up -

"How'd you know?" Huh? Mikey cocks your head at you. He takes a hold of your wrist and, moves his face inches away from yours.

"Tell me N/N"

You look away as your face starts feeling hot, but Mikey moves even closer to you, as impossible as it seemed.

His breath was warm

"Someone told me" You quietly answer

"Who?" He asks as he pulls you closer to him, this time placing his forehead on yours and looking straight in his eyes.

She's blushing

"Why didn't you tell me?" You pull your head off of his and dig it on his chest, tears falling down your face, "Why didn't you tell me that Pah is gone and Kisaki joined and Kazutora wanted to fight and Baji left?"

He doesn't answer, and you don't need it. You know he's scared. He knows you can fight, but you can't face the gangs. Just like Shinichiro.

His arms tighten around you as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

He's scared you'll end up like Shinichiro.

"I love you" His whisper is breaking and his body is shaking. His tears falling down your body as you hold him closer like never before.

You start crying too. It's silent, but it hurts so much, like there's a wound in your stomach and your blood is dripping down

down

out of your body.

"Just promise me, you'll tell me everything"

"I promise"

June 19, 2003

Mikey, Draken, Mistuya, Pah, Kazutora, Baji, and Y/N meet at MUsashi Shrine at Mikey's request.

June 19, 2003, the creation of Toman

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