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I love how personally soft he is in this for the little medic!reader! I can TOTALLY imagine him leaving the battle every now and then to check on the reader and FREAKING out about any little scratch or blood stain. LOVED IT!!!

I was wondering if you could do a Levi x Reader where you insert her into the storyline of one of the episodes of AOT. They just started dating and Levi is a little over protective of her when going on missions. To the point where other Scouts noticed She’s also shorter than him (by like an inch).

This is my first time making a request so if I’ve done it wrong I apologize !!

@ladycheesington <3

Medic

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, romance, fluff, protective Levi, season 1 Levi, shorter reader.

Concept: Going back to season 1 when Levi is first introduced. Levi clears the Titans in the area but keeps making sure a small little base set up on a roof is protected. People take notice of Levi staying close to a spot and know the new medic is stationed there.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @li-anne @thebobaprincess @nbinairyn @2moth-anon2 @youre-ackermine @demonsimp6

The wind pushed its cold fingers through soft raven hair. Steel blue eyes focused on the target. A disgusted click of a tongue escaped kissable soft lips. Muscles flexed as an agile body twisted with the motions of the world. Blades met flesh and blood arched through the air before softly hissing as it evaporated from view.

Heavy boots landed on a tiled roof as joints ached. Keen ears listened and eyes scanned the houses for any more staggering beasts. With the flick of a green cape and a blast of air, the agile form drifted through the land until a destination was reached.

A gentle heart surrounded by protection throbbed at one gaze at a beautiful woman tending to the sick. His body moved towards the divine creature as if some spell connected the two souls through adoration and pure love. Worry seeped through the loving heart when they saw the sweet woman's hands covered in blood.

You flinched when your lover took a firm grasp of your wrist with his strong loving hands. You softened your smile to soothe the man you loved. You watched as he cleaned your hands of all blood and inspected every inch of them before releasing them.

Tired eyes softened and a relaxed sigh left your lover's lips. "Thank fuck you're not hurt."

You hummed a little laugh making the handsome Captain blush. "Levi, I'm a medic, I will get blood on me sometimes."

He pursed his lips together in a cute pout. "I know, but I worry."

"You are sweet to worry so much about me."

Levi flicked his steel blue irises to meet your gentle gaze. He lowered his voice to a spine-tingling whisper. "I worry because I care deeply for you. I want you to live. I want you to live a long life with me."

You reached up making Levi lean closer eager for your touch. You gently tucked a few strands of his soft hair behind his ear. "I want that too." You retracted from the man you loved and raised on your aching legs before approaching a soldier with a body in their arms. "You should head out there, Captain."

Levi winced at hearing you call him by his title instead of his name. He adored the way your lips and tongue moved when you said his name, Levi. He wanted you to say his name over and over, but he knew that many were watching.

He trudged closer to you and looked down at you as you spoke to the solider. "Do you need help?"

You looked up at Levi and smiled. "All good here. You should head out." Your hand slipped under his green cape and across his lower back making him shiver in delight. "They need you."

He hummed in response. "Don't leave here, got it? If you do, I'll be pissed."

You smirked at him before playfully saluting. "Yes, sir!"

Levi clicked his tongue, but couldn't help but smile a tiny bit at your playfulness. "Brat."

You waved to your beloved Captain as he flew off from his perch. Captain Levi was an impeccable soldier, one that was truly inspirational and admirable though to try and be like him was a fool's errand. Always catching the eyes of others, there was only one he wanted to always be watching him.

Levi drifted around where you were and made sure to keep the place safe. He took his eyes off you when had to save a scout. He knelt at their side and held their bloodied hand and made a promise. He knew the man was too hurt to return to you.

He stumbled to his feet and flew back to you to ensure you were safe and well, but a gaze from Hange irritated him. He landed close to the wild-eyed woman. "Tch, what?"

Hange shrugged her slender frame. "Nothing much, just you seem to be keeping a close eye on our medic."

"She's important to me."

"To you?"

Levi's cheeks burned. "Us. She's important to us." He gulped hard. "Get back to work."

Hange smirked. "No more beautiful titans."

He hummed in response. "Your obsession will never make sense to me." He turned on his heels. "I'm going to offer my assistance elsewhere."

"Like the medic area?"

Levi flinched. "Shut it!" He hurried over to you and gazed at you as you cleaned your hands. "Do you need help?"

You approached your lover and hummed. "I'm okay, but thank you for offering."

Levi lowered his voice and whispered to you. "Tonight, come to my office. I wish to hold you and kiss you."

You gazed at Levi as a smile spread on your lips. "I will run there tonight."

"Perfect."

I have been DYING for a good George x reader where she actually participates in the battle of the seven Harry's! THIS WAS AMAZING!!! I love the dynamic between Feed, George, and the reader SO MUCH!

George Weasley x Reader // ‘Back in no time’

They all knew what they were signing up for when they agreed to help move Harry, but George and (Y/n) had convinced themselves it wouldn’t go wrong as they squeezed each others hand in goodbye. Story takes place during and around the Battle of the Seven Potters. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: George Weasley x female!Reader, Fred Weasley x Reader (friendship)

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, under age drinking

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You stepped over the threshold of number four, Privet Drive, one hand still locked in with George’s. This was going to be the first thing you’d ever do for the Order, and by God, you hoped it wasn’t going to be your last.

Harry looked down at you all, slightly bewildered, wondering why there were so many of you. Mad-eye Moody cleared it all up, and started handing out the Pollyjuice. You looked up at George smirking, as he waited his turn, ‘’About to lose all that handsome, huh?’’

‘’Oh, don’t worry (Y/n), you’ll have me back in no time,’’ he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as you took each other’s faces in.

The past few weeks, a sadness had started growing behind both your eyes. You’d tried hiding it under jokes and grins, but reality was slowly creeping up on you, like a slow thick fog, as every morning an owl came bearing bad news. Not to mention the news that went unreported, but was noticed none the less.

Mad-Eye poured George his concoction, but before he lifted the potion to his lips, you softly pulled him towards you by his shirt, connecting your lips. The kiss, far too short, but containing so many words none of you dared say out loud.

‘’We’ll be fine,’’ he said as you broke apart. ‘’They don’t even know we’re coming.’’

This, Mad-Eye was almost certain of. Perhaps a few lonely Deatheaters, but nothing you couldn’t handle right? You clung to seven years of Hogwarts teachings and the memories at the room of requirement.

Everyone went in pairs, except for your party: Mad-Eye, questioning Mundungus’ trustworthiness, had pulled you aside two days ago at The Burrow asking you to join him, just in case. You’d agreed, wanting very much to help the cause. But looking at Mundungus now, jumpy and sweating, you felt like this was going to be a little more than just a transport.

George took the potion, and in a matter of seconds there were seven Harry’s. Fred and George started poking each other, their clothes a tad bit too large for Harry’s frame. What a sight.

You went back outside, squeezing George’s hand one more time before you took your place on your broom. Five years on the Gryffindor Quidditch team should be enough, you thought to yourself, if the need for a quick getaway would arise.

Mad-Eye appeared beside you, followed by a transformed Mundungus. ‘’Ready?’’

‘As much as I’ll ever be,’’ you answered.

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Wow... just... wow. This was INCREDIBLE! The relationships, the power dynamics, the political dynamics... absolutely amazing!

CLEOPATRA … mature one - shot | part one

pairing : ateez x f!reader

genre : mature, fantasy, royalty, ancient egypt inspired setting, smut

word count : 6k

warnings : language, heavy nudity (sexual and non-sexual), yn is viewed as a descendant of the gods, infidelity (its a loveless marriage but they are still married), drinking

smut warnings : unprotected sex, multiple smut scenes (3 total), slight exhibitionism, oral (f), mentions of past pregnancy sex, some of the guys have a breeding kink, masturbation, slight cum eating

honorary suffer tag : @sanjoongie

inspired by this tiktok.

you had power that no man could ever imagine. as such you bowed to no one. you were known throughout the continent as the ruler that would protect her country no matter the cost.

hongjoong let out a frustrated sigh, a hand running through his black locks as he walked down one of the many corridors of the extravagant palace. he walks in long strides, ignoring all the servants that pause and bow at him. he'll feel bad about not acknowledging them later, but right now he's on a mission.

he approaches your private quarters, yunho standing guard outside of your chambers doors like always. that's tells him that you are at least in your chambers. wherever you are is where yunho will always be.

when hongjoong comes closer to your chambers, that's when yunho finally turns to look at the first prince consort. his eyes sharp and always on guard.

"her highness is a little busy at the moment, your highness," yunho's voice is just as stoic as his eyes, cold and on guard.

"i don't care, this is important," hongjoong brushes him off and yunho does nothing to stop him from entering. not that he would anyways, hongjoong is one of the few people aside from yourself that the guard would listen to.

hongjoong doesn't waste a second in bursting through the doors to your quarters. the highly decorated chambers shows how you are the ruler of isis and descendant of the gods. the gold lining the room was something one of the first rulers of the country had done in order to show how important and godly they were. hongjoong remembers you mentioning several times how you hate the over the top gold in the room and how you desperately want it gone.

however, your father would probably come back from the underworld if you ever tried to change anything about the pharaoh's private quarters.

hongjoong is knocked out of his thoughts when he is greeted by the sight of you riding wooyoung. hongjoong can't help but feel his mouth run dry at the sight of you energetically bouncing on wooyoung's cock. your breast bouncing and he watches wooyoung squeeze one of them, the other slapping your ass and gripping and squeezing the flesh tightly. hongjoong feels himself getting hard from the scene in front of him. you always looked like you were glowing when one of them fucked you.

a beautiful goddess surrounded with nothing but love and he would gladly worship you for the rest of his life if he could.

but not right now, right now he needed to speak with you.

"y/n," his voice breaks through the lustful atmosphere in the room. you turn your head to look at your first husband, a parchment gripped in his hands from the news he had received from a guard. you falter your speed for a second, distracted by hongjoong's appearance and wooyoung takes this moment to flip the two of you over.

your head now at the foot of large, silk covered bed, legs now bent over the top half of your body as wooyoung pounds into your pussy. his hips moving at a first pace that has your eyes rolling back from the feeling. you can feel him hitting the deepest parts of your pussy, almost like he was about to penetrate into your womb. not that you would mind.

"ho-hong-joong~" you moan out, looking at your husband, mouth open in the perfect o-shape.

"hey, hey, hey! don't be saying his name when i'm balls deep inside of you!" wooyoung pouted making you whine when he did an extra hard thrust inside of you.

"y/n, something urgent has come up," hongjoong says, completely ignoring the fact that you and wooyoung were still fucking.

"w-what's wrong?" you ask, watching as hongjoong moves closer to you and wooyoung, now standing the end of the bed. you have to crane your head back in order to look at him upside down. you notice the look of concern over his face and you use one of your hands to reach for his. intertwining your hands together.

"there's been news about the minerva empire wanting to invade isis and take over," hongjoong says. "some of our spies have sent word about minerva's emperor planning something."

"minerva's emperor? isn't he that old bastard who was about to keel over?" you ask, remembering the emperor seonghwa had described to you during his travels several years ago.

"apparently he died two years ago and their new emperor is suppose to be this great war general. they've been invading and conquering smaller countries, adding to their empire," hongjoong tells you and the sudden news of this former war general has caught your attention.

it seems to have caught wooyoung's as well, as your second husband has seemingly stopped fucking you in favor of listening to hongjoong. wooyoung moves off of you in favor of relaxing against the silk pillows that laid fluffed at the head of your bed. you sat up, turning to face hongjoong with neither you nor wooyoung opting to cover up your bare bodies.

"a new emperor?" you said, tilting your head in wonder at this news. "i'm not worried, joongie, isis is a great empire that can not be invaded that easily," you tell him, running your hand down his chest. your fingers grazing over the soft fabric of his tunic.

"but y/n this is serious!" you notice the worry in his tone at the thought of the minerva empire even thinking of invading your home, his home, and your daughter's home.

"joong–

"why don't you just invite this new emperor here and throw a banquet for him?" wooyoung speaks up after having remained silent. you both turn to see wooyoung lounging behind you, hands behind his head like he had no care in the world. "if you invite him and show off the amount of power you and isis hold, then maybe that will make him think twice about invading."

"you mean assert dominance?" hongjoong asks and wooyoung nods.

"wow, wooyoung, that's pretty smart," you say, a teasing smile on your face as your crawl towards him and settle down next to him.

wooyoung lets out a small 'tsk' sound at your words, "give me more credit, dove, i'm smarter than i look," he teases back, wrapping his arms around you.

"joongie, call seonghwa and my advisor. let's send out an invite to our new little emperor," you say, a smile overtaking your features. hongjoong looks like he wants to say something, and you wait for him to but he changes his mind. he simply nods his head before turning heading for the door to summon seonghwa and your advisor.

seonghwa was a little worried when a servant had come to him while he was with his daughter, telling him that you had summoned him. his daughter's nanny was quick to take her out of his arms. seonghwa makes sure to press a quick kiss to the top of her head before he is bidding her goodbye and taking his leave.

when he approaches your chambers, jongho trailing behind him, he is greeted with the sight of yunho and yeosang both standing guard now at your door.

"is everything alright?" seonghwa asks the two guards.

yeosang is the one to speak up to answer the consort, "the pharaoh as requested for you and her advisor. prince consort hongjoong and prince consort wooyoung are already inside."

seonghwa can't help but raise his eyebrow at the guard's words, but nonetheless goes into your quarters. when he enters, he finds you and wooyoung wrapped in your golden robes, it being quite obvious that you are bare underneath. you're sitting at your table by the balcony doors which are open and letting in the warm afternoon air. hongjoong is standing next to you and wooyoung is still on your bed.

your advisor is sitting on a stool next you, writing your words down as you say them.

"what's going on?" seonghwa asks, earning the attention of everyone in the room, say for your advisor.

"her highness and wooyoung have had the amazing idea of inviting the enemy into our home to throw him a banquet," hongjoong says and you can all hear the irritation in his voice. you ignore him.

"there's rumors of the minvera empire and their new emperor wanting to invade isis, so i'm inviting him to show him that it is not something he wants to do," you explain to seonghwa, watching as he comes up to you.

seonghwa takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it before he is sitting down in chair across from you. "new emperor?" he asks, echoing your words and he sees hongjoong nod his head.

"apparently he's a great war general. what did you say his name was?" you ask, looking towards hongjoong and your advisor.

"san," hongjoong answered.

"ah, yes! emperor san," you say, a bright smile on your face; however, you three husbands can tell how this is not a genuine smile and that you are hiding something behind it. something that none of them have figured out yet.

"san..." seonghwa says trailing off, trying to remember if he's heard that name before. "ah! that's the name of the general that led minerva into victory during their takeover of the apollo kingdom," seonghwa says once the memory finally came to him.

"oh? that was him?" you ask, sounding impressed by the information you just learned.

"y/n, are you sure you want to invite him? what if they try to attack while inside the kingdom?" seonghwa asks, voice his concern that both him and hongjoong now have.

"hmm," you trail off for a moment, not saying anything, but clearly thinking, "yunho!" your voice is loud and commanding and the doors to your chamber open to the sight of your personal guard coming into the room.

you beckon the guard over and he walks to you before kneeling down next to you, "yes, my pharaoh?" he asks, eyes looking downward to the ground as to not disrespect you. it was known that anyone that wasn't one of your consort husbands could never make eye contact. it was forbidden to look at a descendant of the gods like they were on the same level as any other human.

"if there was an enemy inside the kingdom, would you kill them the second they tried to bring harm to me and the kingdom?" you ask, hand combing through the guard's dark locks and brushing them away from his eyes. despite him not making eye contact with you, you can't help but admire yunho's eyes.

"yes, my pharaoh. i would kill anyone for you," he says making a large grin stretch onto your face as you look from your personal guard to your two worried husbands.

"woobin," your advisor snaps to attention at the call of his name, "finish writing and send out the invitation to emperor san immediately."

"i can't believe the bastard agreed to come," hongjoong says as he lets out an annoyed sigh despite sinking into the warm water of the large bath that him, seonghwa, and wooyoung shared.

the bathhouse was the one place that you never entered, it was only for the prince consorts and any sons that they had with you. a place for only them to sit and relax in. the place decorated like the rest of the castle, after you had made servants redo the bath after your father and grandfather had left it to basically fall apart. your husbands deserved a place to relax in peace and you would be damned if they had to suffer through a bathhouse room like your mother and your father's other wives had to.

"of course he did, it was an open invitation to come and take a look at the country without the worry of losing men," seonghwa says as he relaxed next to hongjoong who had a deep frown on his face. "y/n knows what she's doing, maybe we should just trust her," he adds.

"she has a plan, i could tell from her face," hongjoong sighs, "i'm just annoyed that i don't know what she's thinking."

"have a little more faith in our pharaoh, you two," wooyoung's voice echos as he walks into the bath. hongjoong can't help but roll his eyes at wooyoung who is once again naked, not bothering to even cover himself with a towel like the other two have.

"wooyoung, can you be any more shameful?" seonghwa asks, looking away from the younger male who walks down the white marble steps and into the water.

"yah, don't be jealous, hwa, green isn't your color," wooyoung teases as he settles into the water. "but i think you two are doubting y/n. she knows what she's doing, she has been pharaoh for a while now," he adds looking at his fellow consorts.

"i'm just worried is all. i don't want anyone to be in danger," seonghwa says voicing his main concern. he's worried that this emperor will try to not only harm you but also your children. he would die if something happened to his daughter.

"you're not the only one worried, hwa," wooyoung says, snapping the eldest out of his thoughts. "i'm worried about the enemy coming here as well, but i also trust y/n."

"i guess you're right," hongjoong says, finally speaking back up after watching the two go back and forth. "we should trust y/n and her decisions, but the worry will still be there."

you couldn't help the breathy moan that ripped through your throat as you threw your head back onto the lush amount of pillows. you had to try your best to not close your legs around yunho's head, knowing that he would stop if you didn't keep your legs open.

his tongue continued to lick your pussy, at this point basically making out with your lower lips. his nose continuously nudging your clit and adding to the stimulation that coursed through your lower half, sending a warmth through your entire body.

"hmm~ yunho!" you moan out, tugging at his dark locks causing him to let out a groan that vibrates through you. you felt yunho's hands come up to grip your thighs, massaging and digging his fingers into the flesh. you feel his tongue flicking in and out of you before he's flattening his tongue and licking up your pussy.

you feel your eyes roll back, head tilting, and back arching thanks to the pleasurable feeling. sometimes you can't believe how good yunho makes you feel, mainly because of how cold and emotionless he is when on duty. yet despite the harsh stare he gives you while eating your pussy, he still manages to make your toes curl.

"does that feel good, pharaoh?" he asks, tone deep and breath warm as it fans over your slowly heating up skin.

"mmh, yes~ please keep going," you tell him and he chuckles before diving back in. "so good," you breath out softly.

you were honestly still surprised by how willing yunho was to please you since the beginning. always taking care of you even when you were pregnant. you remember settling between his legs and letting his calloused hands roam your body and touch you.

"yu-yunho?" your voice breaks through the peaceful silence that the two of you had set. you look down at your guard to find him looking up at you. his eyes boring into your own, as it was the only time he could look at you like how your husbands do. because in this moment he wasn't your guard, but your lover. "do you think– fuck, right there– do you think... that i shouldn't have, mmh, invited e-emperor san?"

that questioning had been weighing on you since that conversation weeks ago. the way hongjoong and seonghwa were against it made you want to reconsider everything, yet you need to make sure this new emperor of the minerva empire knew not to mess with you. you were the pharaoh of isis, you had a duty to look powerful and protect your country and people. your husbands included.

you watch as yunho pulls away from your pussy before he's sitting up and resting on his knees. his face void of emotions like it always was.

"what would you like to hear, my pharaoh?" he asks and you make an annoyed huff sound before rolling your eyes at him.

"your honest opinion," you tell him.

yunho hums before he's casually lifting your leg up, letting your calf rest on his shoulder. he presses a few kisses to your leg as it looks like he's in thought.

"i think that if you did it for a reason then my pharaoh shouldn't worry about any danger the emperor of minerva might bring. you cannot change the past, but you can change the future," he says as his hand comes up to cup your heat, running his fingers through your drenched folds.

"gosh, who knew you could be so wise," you huff out with a teasing tone.

"i can be very wise if my pharaoh wants me to be, or i can be as savage as the rest of my people," he says, repeating words that many people of isis have said about yunho's people.

"would being a savage get you to fuck me?" you question, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at your guard who towered over you in this moment.

"if i fuck my pharaoh like a savage, i can't guarantee i won't get you pregnant with my savage heir," he says as you watch him remove the fabrics that covered his lower half and his hard cock standing tall and proud and waiting to breed.

"hmm, that sounds nice, that means i get to keep you to myself. i am a very selfish pharaoh after all. would you fill me up and give me my first bastard child," you say and yunho licks his lips before he's using the head of his cock to tease and rub between your folds. slicking you up with his pre-cum.

"i'll do whatever my pharaoh wants," he tells you making a cheshire grin spread across your lips as you felt him enter you.

"ah! welcome, emperor san, it is a pleasure to met you," you say, a welcoming smile on your face as you watched the male walk up the large stoned steps of the palace in order to approach you.

you had to admit that san was a handsome man. his jaw was sharp and defined and his skin was sun-kissed. his feline-like eyes darting around and looking at his surroundings before they settle on your form. his eyes rack over your silk covered body and you notice how he faintly licks his lips before he stoping a good distance in front of you.

"of course," his voice is strong like the rest of him, "i was pleasantly surprised when i received your invitation, pharaoh," he adds, hands coming to rest behind his back. his shoulders are straight and you notice how his muscles bulge underneath his tunic and armor. fuck, you could definitely see the former war general side of him when he stands like this.

"well, i just wanted to congratulate and get to know the new emperor of minerva. even if i am two years late which i apologize for," you say, a bashful smile on your lips, but san easily brushes the comment off.

"it's quite alright, pharaoh. better late than never, and i do love a party, especially when it's in my honor," he says making you laugh.

"shall we go inside then? my servants will show your men to their rooms before being escorted to the banquet hall," you tell him and san nods his head taking several steps forward before he's offering you his arm which you happily take.

"does this mean i get a private tour by the great pharaoh goddess herself, then?" he asks, a smirk overtaking his lips and you let out a small hum at his question.

"of course, nothing but the best for my honorary guest," you tell him as you both walk into the palace, the swarm of people following behind the two of you.

"and this is where my consorts' quarters are located," you say and you notice how this catches san's attention.

"how many consorts do you have?" he asks.

"i have three; hongjoong, wooyoung, and seonghwa," you say feeling a sense of pride as you speak of your husbands. even if was just saying their names.

"do you love your husbands?" you're a little surprised by his question but you do your best to hide your surprise.

"yes, i love them very much," you tell him and san can only nod his head at your answer as you both continue to walk. "are you married?"

"i am. i have a wife, siyeon," he says and you notice how he doesn't seem as energetic to talk about her like you are about your husbands.

"i'm sure she's very beautiful," you tell him with a soft smile and san can only nod. "do you have any children?"

"no. none yet," he answers sharply and you make note about how he doesn't want to talk about his wife.

"tell me, emperor san," you begin, earning his attention, "do you like to fuck or make love?" now this question caught him off guard, and you had to try hard to suppress your grin. "or which one do you prefer? fucking or making love?" you're teasing him now and you can tell that san is quick to catch on to your tone.

"i like to fuck," he says taking a deep breath as he watches you run a hand down his arm, his muscles twitching under your touch. "but i would prefer to make love. let it be raw and real," he adds and you let a small smile grace your lips.

"do you fuck your wife? or do you need someone else to pleasure you?" you ask, your hand coming to rest around the back of his neck. your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

"it depends," he begins lower his face closer to yours so your lips are inches a part, "is her highness offering to let me fuck her raw in her own private quarters?"

"it depends," you say mimicking his words, "tomorrow night when the moon is at its highest. i'll be waiting for you," you tell him. "but right now everyone is waiting for us, it would be rude to keep your men waiting," you say, slipping away from him as you begin to walk towards the banquet hall, leaving san to catch up with you.

when you and san entered the banquet hall, many of the isis nobles and soldiers from minerva seemed to be chattering and enjoying themselves. you were quick to notice hongjoong, wooyoung, and seonghwa sitting in their spots near the head of the table. however, a spot to your right was left open in order for san to sit next to you.

"i made sure to prepare a mixture of classic foods from both isis and minerva, in order to add some variety and flavor for everyone here," you explain as you and san walk down the table. the nobles from your country bowing as you walked by while the soldiers from minerva bowed to san.

"i'm impressed with how much you prepared, pharaoh," he says and you smile at him as you gesture to his seat next to hongjoong and across from wooyoung. you take your seat at the head of the table and look to see all the nobles still bowing their heads as they wait for you to speak.

"please, continue enjoying yourselves. this is a celebration for our honored guest," you say with a smile and the nobles are quick to obey your words.

"and these are my beautiful consort husbands," you say with a smile as your gesture to the three males. "the one beside you is hongjoong, the one across from you is wooyoung, and next to him is seonghwa."

wooyoung smiled at you as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. his fingers intertwining with yours as you continued your conversation with san. you noticed how san looked at your and wooyoung's hands before his eyes flickered up to meet yours.

"a pleasure to meet you three," he says with a firm smile, and the tree males all return the smile with firm ones of their own.

the banquet continues as you planned it would. many of the nobles and soldiers drinking and eating to their hearts content for the next few hours. entertainment in the background going on with music and dancers. you and san watched as some of his men attempted to dance like some of your dancers, but failed miserably due to their drunkenness. his second in command, mingi was probably the only one not to fail miserably, but still struggled to keep up.

eventually, wooyoung even got up and was able to dance. you couldn't help the smile that painted your lips as you watched him move effortlessly in time with the music.

"wow, he's really good at dancing," san says as you both watch your second husband.

"wooyoung was originally a dancer before i married him. he could dance to anything whether sober or drunk," you brag and san only nods his head at your words.

it was only a few hours later when most of san's men had dragged themselves and each other to their rooms. several servants following after them to help them find their way. at the same time, the nobles also stumbled out of the palace as they made their way back to their own homes.

you personally escorted san back to his room and before you could bid him goodnight, he's pulling you in close to him. your nose squished against his as he lips ghosted over yours from how close you both where.

"be prepared for me, i plan on making it raw and real," he says, before he's letting you go and licking his lips.

"of course, emperor san, i'll be waiting. goodnight," you say, before you turn on your heel and walk back down the grand corridor. making sure to let your hips sway as you walked away.

when you returned to your own quarters, you were not surprised to find your three lovers waiting for you. you let out a sigh as you walked past them and over to your vanity in order to start removing your jewelry and makeup.

"what's your plan, y/n?" hongjoong asks as you both look at each other through your mirror.

"i'm going to get him to marry me," you say, turning to look at your husband. "then we will have a strong ally," you add.

"that was your plan this whole time?" hongjoong asks, voice raising as he is complete applaud by your words.

"no, i didn't think of it until i saw him. i knew i wanted to become allies but knowing he's in a loveless marriage just makes this plan even better."

"you're a nasty woman," wooyoung says a wide grin on his face, his hyena laugh echoing through your quarters. "i love it," he adds making you giggle as you finish removing your makeup. you then stand up and begin to undress. letting your dress fall and become a puddle around your ankles leaving you bare to your three husbands.

"this is a bad idea, y/n," hongjoong says as you come up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. your body flush against his clothed one. a chill runs down your spine when you feel his cold hands run over your skin. "what happens if this plan fails?"

"it won't fail. i won't let it," you tell him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "i already have him falling into my grasp. i'm close to getting somewhere."

"trust her, joong. if he fucks the god pussy then he won't be able to say no to her," wooyoung says, speaking up from his place on your bed. you turn to give wooyoung a sneaky grin which he returns. "i should know, once you fuck god pussy, you won't want nothing else but it."

"have more respect for your wife and pharaoh, wooyoung," seonghwa says finally speaking up for the first time tonight.

"don't be pissy, hwa, you're just mad you haven't fucked her in a while," wooyoung throws back and you realize that he's right.

it has been a while since you and seonghwa have been together. pulling away from hongjoong, you quickly make yourself comfortable between seonghwa's legs. kneeling between your husband, you let your hands run up and down his thighs as he looks down at you.

"what do you think, hwa? do you trust me?"

"o-of course, love, i trust you and i believe you know what you are doing," he says and you smile before kissing the skin of his thigh that was peeking underneath his tunic.

"when are you going to talk to him?" hongjoong asks as he watches you slowly trail your hands up, moving seonghwa's tunic up as you do so.

"he's going to visit me tomorrow night."

"i wasn't expecting you to be this prepared when waiting for me," san says with a smirk as he enters your chambers to the sight of you touching yourself. your middle and ring fingers covered in your slick juices as you slide them in and out of your wet pussy. the heat of your core sending pleasurable chills up your spine.

"f-figured i'd give you a personal show," you say with a smile as you watch san stalk closer to you. he easily unties and discards the robe that was around him, showing you that he was wearing nothing underneath it. his half hard cock slowly growing the more he watched you.

he stood at the foot of your bed, watching as you continued to fuck yourself before he was crawling onto the bed and closer to you. san watched with sharp eyes as you used your free hand to grope your breast. squeezing the flesh of your tit and pinching your nipple and tweaking it.

san couldn't help but groan when he watched you remove your fingers to see them coated in your juices. he quickly grasped your wrist before popping your fingers into his mouth. his tongue wrapping around your digits, cleaning them before he's removing them with a clean pop. you couldn't help the stuttered moan that left your lips.

"so," he begins as he crawls up body, his hands pressing into the silk sheets below you as he props himself up. "why does the beautiful pharaoh want to have her pussy fucked by someone like me? compared to your husbands, i'm definitely not your type of man," he says, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks.

"i love sex, i'll fuck whoever i want," you reply making him chuckle before he's sitting up and positioning himself between your legs.

"yeah? then you'll let me fuck you? what happens if i get you pregnant with my heir?" he asks as he positions himself, the head of his cock teasing your entrance and running between your folds. you let out a loud cry as you felt him thrust his cock inside of you in one thrust. your back arches as san has your legs propped onto your shoulders.

his pace is immediate and ruthless. almost animalistic like his primal instincts are taking over as he fucks you.

"f-fuck san!" you shout, not caring who hears. not caring about how yunho is outside your door right now, listening as san pounds away at your pussy, using it how he pleases.

"what will happen if– if i fill you up full of my cum? leave you nice and full for the rest of my stay here?" he looks hypnotized as he watches your breast bounce with each of his thrust.

"do you want an heir? w-want a child between the two of us, something– fuck! something you don't have with your wife back in minerva?" you taunt him and san groans as he rolls his head back at your words.

you let out a loud gasp, back arching as your mouth forms a perfect o-shape and san knows he hit a sweet spot. he can't help but think you look beautiful especially like this.

"s-so, i've heard you wa-want to– fuck, form an alliance between isis and minerva," he says and you can't help but run your hands down his chest.

"y-yeah, i want to combine our powers," you tell him as you pull him closer to you, you clench hard around his cock and san has to keep himself from feeling lost in the feelings of your pussy sucking him in.

"combine our powers?" he echoes, hips continue to drill into you as the room is overpowered with the sounds of skin on skin mixed with your heavy moans.

"we– we could be unstoppable," you tell him as you feel yourself growing closer to your climax.

"you think so? is that why you want my cock?" he teases as you clench once more around him. "i'd fill your cunt with my cum as our two empires become allies, is that all you really want?"

with one final thrust, its enough to have you coming around him. your walls tighten around his cock and it makes it almost impossible for him to continue moving in that moment. he lets out a deep groan at the tightness but ignores it in order to continue his movements. his thrusts prolonging your orgasm. he wants to extend it just a little longer. wants to extend the feeling of you two connected and as one. something he's never felt before, especially with his wife.

"s-san," you call out his name before he's crashing his lips onto yours. he can tell how fucked out you're becoming the longer he continues to abuse your poor pussy.

he doesn't ever want this feeling of raw emotions to stop. san's decided that he likes feeling like this.

"f-fuck, why does your pussy feel so good," he groans as he continues to thrust into you. your moans like music to his ears as he continues to listen to you let out breathy moan and call out his name. despite being a drooling and moaning mess beneath him, san thinks you look breathtaking.

"s-san, lets becoming one," you say and san groans at your words. he does a particularly harsh and deep thrust and you swear that it hits the entrance to your womb. you feel your eyes roll back as you clench tightly around his cock.

"sure, lets... lets become one, my pharaoh," he says as he looks at you with an equally fucked out face.

"please..." you begin to say, "call me y/n," you finish and san smiles at your words.

"y/n... y/n, y/n, y/n!" with every pronounce of your name, he does an equally harsh thrust into your leaking and abused pussy. you feel san begin to stutter in his thrusts before he's finally coming with a cry of your name. you can't help but come one more time as you feel san paint your walls with his thick cum.

you know everyone in the palace will know what the two of you did tonight, but you don't care. you had san wrapped around your finger and it was only a matter of time before you officially became as one.

san let out a groan as he rolled onto his back next to you. a layer of sweat covering his golden body making it look shiny as he relaxed into your sheets. you turn onto your side, immediately cuddling up next to him and he has a blissed out smile on his face as he holds you close.

"was that raw and real enough for you?" you tease, a hand coming up to trace the toned muscles of his chest and abs. "so about that alliance..."

"fuck..." is all he says before you're moving to straddle him. "i want you to come visit minerva in a months time and there we can... discuss this alliance."

you can't help the smirk that graces your lips before you're leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. you couldn't wait to rub it into hongjoong and seonghwa's faces about how your plan was coming along smoothly.

maybe wooyoung was right about not being able to say no to the god pussy after all.

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He's too perfect. This was incredibly written and made my heart surge for Denki!

You Care for Me

Summary: Denki has been hiding something from his classmates, multiple somethings, actually. 1) He has a girlfriend that is in the hero course at Shiketsu High. 2) His quirk doesn't work the way that they all thought it did. 3) Said girlfriend is scary when she's pissed.

TW: Mentions of migraines, a large amount of pain, worries of abusive friendships (there are no abusive friendships, I promise). If I missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: I had a though while reading through various Injury fanfics and thought I would do one with our resident Whey Boy.

(Kaminari's POV)

"Today," Aizawa intoned, "we're having a training session with Shiketsu High."

Denki perked up at that, watching as the students strode in with their teacher.

It was hard to tell some of the students apart because of the hats and the uniforms, but Denki caught sight of her through the crowd and couldn't help but grin when she spotted him too.

She leaned over and whispered something to the kid next to her, and broke ranks, pausing to say something to her teacher before she ran for him.

He ran for her too, spinning her around when they collided halfway.

"Surprise," she whispered, clinging to him.

"Best surprise ever," he told her, squeezing her tightly as he set her down. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I wanted to surprise you! Besides, the looks on your friends' faces are priceless," she added.

Denki looked over his shoulder to see quite a few dropped jaws and politely baffled faces.

Other than Bakugou; he looked caught between constipation and anger.

The usual then.

"God, I missed you so much," he murmured, burying his face in her neck, tightening his arms again.

Between both of their schedules, the LOV situation, and the general distance, they hadn't seen each other in months, even though they called each other like clockwork.

He had been getting touch-starved over the last few weeks when storm season rolled around because he was scared of shocking his friends. The lightning in the storms made his quirk go haywire. He adored being able to hold her without fear of zapping her.

"I've missed you too Denks," she murmured, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Kaminari, care to explain?" Aizawa asked.

"Sorry sir," he said, pulling away enough that he could keep one arm around her waist, but his classmates and teacher could see her. "This is (Y/N), my girlfriend."

"I thought Shiketsu High students couldn't be in relationships," Bakugou called.

"I was already in a relationship with Denki when we started high school, so that rule doesn't apply to me," she informed them. "That rule is only for students forming new relationships in high school." She frowned as she looked at them and said, "You weren't wrong Denki, there are an unfair amount of pretty people in your class. This is ridiculous."

"I told you so! You didn't believe me!"

"Well, I'm sorry, I don't have time to stalk your classmates on Snapchat or whatever Denks. We have training too you know," she teased. "Besides, I wasn't watching the Sports Festival to check them out, I have you for that. I was watching to see how they fought."

Denki snorted into her hair, pressing a kiss there afterwards.

"Also, it's nice to meet everyone, I've heard so much about you! I also wanted to thank you for watching after Denki for me, I know he can be an idiot sometimes, but he's an idiot that's precious to me and it gives me a little peace of mind to know that he's being protected here. So thank you!" she said, bowing slightly.

"Aww, baby!" he cried, wrapping her up in his arms again as she laughed, and he pressed quick kisses all over her face. "You're such a simp!"

"I love you, Denki, of course I want to see you safe. You know that better than anyone," she mused, tucking his hair behind his ear so she could see his face.

A small pang of regret flashed through him at the words.

He had been meaning to tell his friends, he had been, but it had never seemed like the right time, and he hadn't wanted to be a burden to them or to the rest of the school.

Besides, he had dealt with it by himself before high school. Granted, she had been around for most of it, but there had still been a few instances where he had needed to handle it by himself. He had gotten better, over the last few months, controlling it, fighting his way through it so he could help his team, his friends.

He had lied to her about that, about telling them about his issue, the backlash, but it had given her a little less to worry about.

"Are you two done, or can we get back to the training?" Aizawa asked.

"Yes sir," they both said, but she walked back with him to his spot in the class.

If Aizawa saw, or cared, he didn't show it, just went on to tell them about the training they were going to be running.

As they split up into their groups- half Shiketsu students mixed with half U.A. students- Denki realized that they were on the same team.

"We didn't plan that," her teacher told her when she asked about it. "We randomly generated these teams without any mind to interpersonal relationships or quirk compatibility. We quite literally just plugged the names into a team generator and went with that."

"Alright, you have five minutes to strategize and then the training begins," Aizawa said, walking away.

The goal of the training exercise was to get the golden egg from every other team with limited information about your team members and the members of the other teams.

Each team had a 'home base' that consisted of a city apartment building. The egg could be hidden anywhere in the home base, but it couldn't leave unless it was stolen by another team. The team that had the most eggs in their home base at the end won.

The goal was to grab as many eggs as possible, keep the building damage and civilian casualties to a minimum, while also cooperating with your team to the best of your abilities.

"Ready baby?" he asked, squeezing her hand as the counter ticked down.

"With you by my side?" she inquired, squeezing back. "Always."

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(Your POV)

So far, you and your team were off to a pretty good start. You had gotten lucky with the people that had been placed on your team.

Four were good at defending, so they were in charge of protecting the egg with some extra help from your quirk. Two were good at recon and stealth, and you had sent them on ahead to scout out your opponents and to see if they could steal an egg or two without anyone noticing that it was gone. Two were good long range, so they were your cover and the distraction. That left you and Denki on the 'Capture Squad' as Denki had dubbed it.

Denki had been giving you the rundown of how his classmates fought, who was better on the offensive, who was better as defense and who was going to wait in the shadows and sneak in.

You could already hear Bakugou shouting, though whether it was in outrage or it was just his usual battle-cry, you weren't entirely sure.

A building collapsed somewhere off to your left and you winced. That was definitely going to cost someone some points.

"Alright, team B is fighting with Team A and team D is heading towards team A's home base. We're in the clear for now," one of you classmates told you over the earpieces that they had given you. "We also snagged the eggs from teams D and B."

"Okay, so that leaves team A," you mused. "Locations?"

"Team A is currently at team B's location, but a majority of their fighters stayed back to protect the egg. Team D is now leaving A's location with the egg. They're roughly 60 meters to your right."

"Okay, that's fine. Let's go Denki," you said, "keep us updated."

"Will do."

"You're so cute when you lead like that," Denki teased as you both headed for team D's location.

"Shut up," you groaned, but you smiled at him as you both took to the roof tops. "It's been ingrained into us at this point."

You helped him onto the roof and pointed to Team D's location.

"Are we doing what I think we're doing?" Denki asked, giving you a grin.

"Probably," you mused. "Do you remember when we used to throw water balloons off the roof of the school?"

"Of course I do," Denki grinned. "Do you remember when we hit Mr. Yasuki and his toupee fell off?"

"Oh my god, I thought we were dead for sure. He didn't even realize that it was us!"

Denki grinned and kissed you quickly.

"We're doing something similar here, and I have an idea," you said. "I've been working on my density control, and I think we can fill up little spheres with your electricity and drop them like stun bombs."

"I have a better idea," Denki said, pointing his shooter at them. "They stick," he explained when your eyes went wide.

None of the team members noticed when they stuck to their clothes, and Denki pointed took aim.

Just like that, a whole team of six down for the count.

"I got this next part Denks," you told him, forming a cup big enough for the egg.

You had gotten way better at maneuvering your energy fields around and it certainly helped this time.

"Beautiful, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Denki asked as you scooped the egg up and floated it over.

"You have three minutes left!" Aizawa called over the communication lines.

"Okay, let's get this egg back to the base, and then it's a win for us."

"Let's hurry, Bakugou and some of the others don't take too kindly to losing," Denki said.

"Well, neither do I," you muttered. "I'll take the egg, you cover me?"

"I love protecting you baby, you know that," he cooed.

"Cheese ball," you teased.

"Oh no you fucking don't!" someone roared, and you ducked just quick enough to dodge the hand that had moved to grab at the neck of your suit.

"Get down!" Denki shouted.

"Don't!" you cried, but it was too late, he was already discharging, and you threw up a shield right before it reached you. His friends fell to the ground, twitching and groaning, some more than others, and you raced for him.

"Denki," you whispered, "Denki if you can hear me, blink really hard."

He blinked and you sighed, taking his hands in your gently.

"Can you follow me Denks?" you asked gently. "Baby, I need you to follow me, alright?"

Denki nodded; one hand wrapped around yours while the other did that stupid thumbs up that he did.

"You told me you would stop doing shit like that baby," you said, encasing the egg in a shield, and the throwing one around Denki and yourself. "We need to get this over with so I can get you out of here."

Denki made a small 'whey' noise and you shushed him.

"It's okay baby, don't try to talk yet, you'll just hurt yourself," you told him softly.

After frying his own brain, Denki's senses were very sensitive. He didn't take well to loud noises, unfamiliar people touching him, and he got such bad headaches after that being under fluorescent lights was like someone shining the sun in his eyes.

"Just a little further Denki, I promise," you murmured, running your thumb over his knuckles.

As soon as the egg touched your 'nest' a siren went off, announcing your team as the winners, and you winced.

"Come on, I need to get you out of here," you murmured, taking Denki's other hand in yours.

"You can't leave yet," Aizawa said.

"I need to get him out of here," you said. "He reached his limits. Easy Denks, easy," you murmured when he tried to talk again. He swayed dangerously and you wrapped an arm around his waist, tossing one of his over your shoulders to help keep him upright.

"He's never needed to leave before."

"He always needs to get out of place like this, after overexerting his quirk his nervous system goes into overdrive while his brain reboots. It's always been like that, ever since we were kids. He said that-"

You stopped short at a realization.

"You didn't tell them what it does to you," you said to Denki, who made another small noise. "You didn't tell them?"

Denki squeezed your hand, a message he had come up with the first couple of times that it had happened.

"It's not okay Denki, they should know what it does to you! I thought they were taking care of you after you overcharge, but they don't even know about the migraines or your other senses, do they?"

Another longer squeeze.

"I am so mad at you right now," you hissed, turning your attention to Aizawa. "He can't be here, so I'm going to take him to Recovery Girl, and if anyone tries to stop me so help me . . . ."

Aizawa seemed to think it over for a moment before he nodded.

"Come on Denks, these lights must be killing your head," you murmured. "Not to mention the yelling." You cut a glare at Bakugou, who started shouting louder. "That's it, baby, follow me."

Denki didn't argue with you, and you could tell that his head was hurting less as you took him down the darker corridors.

"You didn't have to lie to me baby," you murmured, cupping his face as you pulled him into a small, dark classroom. "I would have understood if you had wanted to only tell your teachers, but you didn't even tell them. They're here to help you Denki, to teach you. If they had known, they might've been able to help with it. You didn't have to go through it alone."

Your heart broke a little for Denki. You had always known that he had thought of himself as a burden when he went past his limits. You were worried that he didn't trust his friends enough to tell them. You wondered if they were really his friends.

Denki was a social creature; it was something you had envied about him before you had gotten to know him. Denki didn't do too well with too much time to himself. He needed to be around other people to keep his thoughts away from things that turned him towards dark corners of his mind.

If he had thought that his overexerting himself would make his so-called friends like him any less, then he wouldn't have told them a single thing, and he clearly hadn't, because you had caught Jirou laughing at him when you had tried to lead him away.

"Baby, I love you, and it is totally and completely your decision whether you want to tell them the rest or not, but I really think that you should, after you've rested. But if you tell me that you think it's better if they don't know, I'll accept your decision. I won't be happy about it, but I'll accept it and I promise that I won't press about it anymore.

"I just want you to be safe, Denks, and I hate seeing you in pain like this. I can't always be around to get you out of situations like this one. It sucks so badly, but I know that you hate it when I coddle you. But it's because I care, Denks, I care about you, a lot, and it's nice to know that I'm able to take care of you. It's not a burden on me to take care of you, and it's not something your friends should see as a burden either."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, leaning your forehead against his.

Denki had always preferred coming to with you around, it was comforting to have someone he trusted right there with him to help him get reoriented.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, though with how incognizant he still was, it sounded more like 'Msurry'.

"It's okay baby," you told him. "Now show me the way to the nurse's office, because I'm just now realizing that I don't know where it is."

Denki was at the point where he could lead himself, but his balance was off, and you were sure that he still had a horrible headache and that he would start getting jittery again.

"What happened?" Recovery Girl asked.

"He overexerted himself, ma'am," you explained, helping Denki climb into a bed softly. "I'll be back shortly, I promise."

You kissed him on the forehead and led her away from the bed where he was resting.

"His nervous system always goes into overdrive when he goes past his limits," you explained softly. "His head feels like it's splitting open, his balance gets thrown out of whack, and people he doesn't trust touching him throws him into a panic attack. Loud noises make it worse. He's pretty cognizant right now, but everything still seems like too much at the moment."

"How do you know so much about this?" she inquired.

You were glad that it wasn't the skepticism you were used to, rather just curiosity as to how you had acquired the knowledge.

"We had a friend how could feel others' pain, and act like a link between two people. Denki overexerted himself one day, and she touched him, then I touched her when I tried to help, because she passed out. I felt everything."

"I'll get him some pain meds," she said, "I can't do much other than that."

"Some extra strength Tylenol should do the trick right now," you told her. "He's started learning how to regain function faster and faster recently, but there are still some symptoms that he can't fully control."

You headed back over as she shuffled away and laid down on Denki's chest.

He had always told you that someone doing that for him made him feel more anchored, grounded and in control.

"Hey," you whispered. "How are ya feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," he admitted. When it came to things like this, he was much more open with you than he was with his other friends, though that might have been because his other friends didn't know that what overexerting himself did.

He buried his face in your hair and took a deep breath, steadying himself.

"I thought you were going to rip someone's head off," Denki slurred. "You were so pissed."

"I thought they knew," you defended. "Had I known they were ignorant about it I wouldn't have reacted that way."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry Denki," you told him gently. "It is up to you who you tell, but there are some people that need to know. Your teachers, for one thing. I spilled some of the beans, but you might want to tell them the rest of it before they start trying to piece it together on their own and make the wrong assumptions."

Denki hummed, and his breathing was evening out.

"Go to sleep Denks," you murmured, kissing his neck softly. "I'll be here when you wake up."

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(Kaminari's POV)

Denki woke up to a heavy weight on his chest, and the sounds of muffled voices.

"Shut up!" someone hissed, and Denki winced.

Between the volume of their voices and the fact that Denki's head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, he felt like shit.

"Shuddup," he grumbled, burying his face in her hair, like that would drown out the noise before he realized that there were other people in the room. "What are you guys doing in here?"

He tried to sit up but (Y/F/N) was still laying on his chest, arm draped over his waist.

She remembered, he though giddily, she remembered how much it helps.

She had always been open-minded about taking care of him, but he figured that she would've forgotten after not being in the same vicinity as each other for a few months.

He kissed the top of her head and relaxed back into the bed, wrapping his arms around her back, running a palm up the length of her spine and back down again.

"We came to check on you of course!" Mina cried and Denki cringed so badly he was surprised he didn't pull a muscle. "Sorry," she whispered. "But your girlfriend scared the shit out of us earlier!"

"What did she say earlier? I wasn't completely conscious for the whole thing," he admitted quietly. "I know she told you some of how my brain works when it's fried."

"Meaning it doesn't work at all," Bakugou grumbled. "And that your nervous works too much. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want to be a burden on you all, besides, I was learning how to deal with it."

"By being a masochist and making yourself go to class and deal with the lights? And Bakugou?" Kirishima said, making Denki laugh lightly. "Kami, if we had known, we would've helped."

"Yeah, we would've acted so much differently."

"It's not a big deal," Denki said.

"Liar," (Y/F/N) mumbled, pushing herself off his chest. "Your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton, it hurts to keep your eyes open, your skull feels like it's about to split down the middle, and you feel like there are ants crawling all over your skin."

Denki sighed, rolling his eyes, then regretted the movement when his head throbbed, and his stomach rolled in response.

"Told you so," she said, covering his eyes with a hand. "Better?"

He nodded as she laughed softly, her other hand smoothing out his hair.

"Are you going to tell them?" she asked quietly, all of her attention on him. "Because I can kick them out otherwise."

They both ignored the noises that his friends made to voice their displeasure about that plan.

"It's fine, they'll find out eventually, right?" Denki said.

He explained as best as he could, and you reworded it when they clearly didn't understand what he was trying to tell them.

"Kami, why didn't you tell us?"

They all looked so hurt that he almost felt guilty that he had kept it from them for so long.

"I didn't think it was a big deal," he said.

"No, you didn't want to bother them with it," you retorted. "And you should have told them whether you wanted to bother them or not, because it shouldn't matter either way. It's like when Bakugou uses his explosions too much without his gauntlets, or when Midoriya uses his quirk past what he can handle, and you see them doing it all the time. Why would you be any different, Denks?"

"She's right bro, it doesn't affect the way we see you in a negative way," Kirishima chimed in.

"So how does it affect the way you see him?" (Y/F/N) inquired, a quiet warning tone evident in her voice.

"Denks, the fact that you're about to fight your way through something like that and still be a student here is astounding," Kirishima said simply, seemingly ignoring the threat his girlfriend posed despite her usual friendly nature.

"Yeah man," Sero added, "I wish I could do that."

"We knew you were awesome, Kami, but this is a whole new level!" Mina piped up, though she did remember to keep her voice lowered so she wouldn't hurt him anymore than he already was.

(Y/F/N) relaxed at his side, a small smile playing on her lips as his eyes met hers.

"I like them a little more now," she whispered to him, making him grin.

"Also, how the hell could you keep the fact that you have a girlfriend a secret from us?" Mina demanded; arms crossed over her chest as she pouted.

"Well . . . you never asked?" he said, phrasing it like a question. "And honestly, I knew that if I introduced you to each other, she was going to pull something like this, and I wanted to wait before that happened, just to make sure there wasn't any murder committed."

"I take my job as your girlfriend seriously, Denks, and you have a bad habit of making friends with pretty much anyone you come across, even when they don't deserve it. Like Mineta, for one example. Or that guy could see through people's clothes."

"Yeah, that was a bad idea on my part," Denki admitted.

"We thought you had a thing for Jirou."

"Denki is just naturally flirty," (Y/F/N) said. "He likes making people smile, likes making them feel special. It made me uncomfortable at first, but then I noticed that when he did it with me it was different, more personal and less shitty pick-up lines. It doesn't bother me anymore, and the girls he flirts with usually need the confidence boost, so who am I to stop him?"

Denki smiled, burying his face in her shoulder as she threaded her fingers through his hair, scraping at his scalp lightly, and he had to resist the urge to purr.

"Well, at least we know she isn't gonna hurt him," Sero muttered.

"I would rather let Bakugou blow my limbs off," she agreed, no hesitation in her tone, which was calm and sincere.

"Please don't," Denki murmured, eyes heavy.

"Alright, everyone out," (Y/F/N) ordered. "He needs more sleep. And some goddamn peace and quiet, which won't happen with you delinquents in here distracting him. Out, out."

There must've been something in her eyes, because all of his friends, even Bakugou, shuffled out of the room with quick goodbyes and promises to check on him later.

Denki relaxed into the bed.

He felt better than he had in months, despite the pain. He felt free, and he was far less anxious.

"Feel better now that you've told them?" his girlfriend inquired, settling back down on his chest, looking up at him smugly.

"I get it, I get it, you were right," he grumbled half-heartedly.

"When am I not?" she asked, grinning.

"I do have to thank you though," Denki admitted.

"For what?" she asked, bewildered.

"For taking care of me."

"Baby, you don't have to thank me for that," she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the skin above his heart. "That's what this relationship is. Mutual care, comfort, love, and support. I love that you trust me enough to take care of you, and it doesn't ever feel like a burden to me. I won't leave because of something like this, Denks, everyone has their limits. I don't think any less of you for this, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do, but it's still nice. And I'm grateful that you do it for me."

"I know," she assured gently, cupping one cheek while she ran her other hand through his hair. "Go to sleep Denks, I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Denki wasted no time shutting his eyes, because she had never broken a promise to him, and he trusted her.

This is exactly how I always picture Denki... and it is written to the NINES in this story!!!

Omega!Denki - Back of the neck

(This is a birthday gift!!! For the wonderful, amazing, ridiculously talented @omeganronpa​!!!! Because birthdays! and celebrations! and yay!!! I hope you enjoy it 🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤💖💗💓💞💕💟💝💘)

Summary: Denki knew he was smitten with this alpha from class 3B… but did they seriously put him into subspace just by putting their hand at the back of his neck??? Fuck, he had it bad. 

Warnings: This is non-sexual subspace. Denki does take his shirt off at one point but alpha reader averts their eyes because they are a Respectful Alpha™ thank you very much 😤 Mineta is also a jealous bitch in this. 

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The nicknames in this fit TOO WELL!!!

"I'm cold. Will you cuddle with me?" With Tokoyami, please! Birb boy needs more love from the fandom!

TOKOYAMI DESERVES ALL THE LOVE!!!!! for you my wonderful, incredibly correct annon!!! AND CI-SENPAI I love you for requesting 😔♥️ @thedreadthreadanomaly

Thank you for being my first annon request and letting me write my favorite emo, bird teen being adorable 🥺 and for being so patient for this, like honestly I appreciate the request and the time you waited for it!!!

You didn’t mention a quirk so I hope you don’t mind that I made the reader have a light emission quirk, I live for calming down dark shadow.

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➱ Pairing: Fumikage Tokoyami x 1A Classmate (Reader)

➱Prompt: “I’m cold. Will you cuddle with me?”

➱Quirk: LightRays : this quirk allows the user’s body to emit a glowing light, that resembles switching on a megawatt lamp.

(Aside from looking super magical and cool🥺)

While activated; it augments the user’s strength, speed and agility, can momentarily bling targets, and gives the user the ability to shoot out beams of light that momentarily paralyze the target or targets, of choice.

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Let’s face it; being a human flashlight, wasn’t exactly the coolest quirk to have growing up.

The kids that you grew up with, loved to tease and make fun of you because of your quirk. (I would never 😞 you’re my fav ray of sunshine)

From comparing you to street lamps, to calling you firefly and glow stick because of your short stature. Your old classmates and neighboring kids constantly picked on you for your quirk. At one point during junior high, you even got nicknamed “flashlight” but you didn’t let it affect you!

You knew better than to buy into the teasing remarks and stupid nicknames. You never let them bother you any way. But it did help you develop your outspokenness.

You were proud of your quirk, you enjoyed being a beacon of light and because of your positive attitude; you were able to accomplish your dream of making it into the Hero Course at U.A High!

As soon as you joined Class 1-A, you finally met people who liked and appreciated your quirk. They even came to depend on your friendly, bubbly and kind yet outspoken personality.

You became known as Class 1-A’s Ray of Sunshine!

But what you, and frankly no one else expected was for you to develop a crush on your darkness loving classmate, Fumikage Tokoyami.

“Hey (name)-Chan you’re doing it again, you might as well just go over and talk to him!” Mina suggested, completely snapping your gaze off of Tokoyami’s dark figure who was oblivious to your stares and was calmly lining up to get on the bus to the training camp.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I talk to Tokoyami sometimes,” you denied, as your gaze wandered over to your pink haired classmate.

“You mean besides when you sat together at lunch that one time and talked to literally everyone at the table but him because you were too shy?” Your horned classmate replied, putting her hands on your shoulders and turning you in the direction of your crush.

“Mina no, stop. Oh my go-, when did you get so strong?” You protested, digging your heels into the dirt as Mina pushed you over towards the bus.

“Hey Tokoyami, I kinda told (name)-Chan that I would sit with her but forgot I promised to sit with Hagakure. Do you mind keeping her company? She gets a little uneasy on buses,” Mina lied expertly, giving Tokoyami a believable look of regret as she pushed you towards him.

“Not at all, you’re free to see with me if you wish. I was planning on catching up on some light reading, but you can play with dark shadow to distract yourself,” he offered, glancing down at you with his ruby gaze.

“Thanks Tokoyami-kun! Well you kids have fun, I’m gonna go track down Hagakure,” Mina replied before you could say anything, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a parting wave. You turned to give her an angry glare but she was long gone, and the line ahead of you seemed to be moving at an agonizing pace.

“Do you think you would feel less anxious in the front of the bus or in the back?” Tokoyami asked as Mina departed, making you turn your attention to him.

“Oh umm, well I guess we should play it safe and stick to the middle?” You answered, almost forgetting Mina had made up your bus anxiety.

“You’re right, that does seem like the best course of action. Do you think you’ll be alright on the ride? I have an extra book if you want some reading material. It is about occult runes so you might not be interested bu-,” he suggested making you interrupt him excitedly.

“Actually I would love it. Anything you’d suggest would be worth reading,” you replied, flashing him a smile.

He instantly tensed as he saw your smile, shoulder’s squaring and posture straightening as he took in your kind, heartwarming smile.

“Here you go,” You heard the familiar voice of dark shadow mutter, making you turn to see the charismatic shadow holding out the black leather book for you to take.

“Thank you dark shadow, and thank you Tokoyami-kun,” you thanked, giving the shadow a light rub with your finger to its beak.

“Next up,” Aizawa-sensei ordered as he turned to you and Tokoyami, making you realize you had forgotten about the line altogether.

“After you,” Tokoyami muttered, giving you a small smile as he saw you interact with dark shadow.

“Thank you Tokoyami-kun,” you let out, giving him a small smile before you pulled your bag up on the bus with you ahead of him.

You quickly walked over to the middle section of the bus, by Momo, Jirou, Kaminiari and Mineta and slid in to the seats in front of Momo and Jirou.

“Hey (name)-Chan, when did you start getting into occult runes?” Jirou asked glancing at the book you were holding with a knowing glance.

“Wasn’t it around when you started getting into molecular structure?” You quipped back giving her a knowing smirk of your own as you saw her sitting with Momo.

“Well played, (name)-Chan, well played.” She commended you while Momo looked at the both of you completely lost to your conversation.

Tokoyami slid into the seat next to you, giving you a slight smile as he got out his cook and began to read.

You quickly imitated him, trying to find some subject material to ask him about and make conversation. Your eyes scanning the pages of the occult text, absorbing information about the different types of runes and their powers.

“Tokoyami-Kun, I hate to interrupt but what are runes? And why do some require blood sacrifices?” You asked, giving your best innocent gaze to your dark clothed classmate beside you.

“Oh here I’ll explain it, (Here we’re gonna pretend I have a lot of insightful rune knowledge and edgy magic facts that Tokoyami gives.) Do you think you understand now?” He explains, going into vast detail about how all magic comes at a price and some require blood.

“So have any of the spells you tried actually worked?” You asked curiously, inching closer to him as you watching him think of a response.

“Well, not really. But I don’t really like magic for its results, I like the knowledge of the occult, diverging into the mysteries lurking in the darkness and learning about the secrets in the world of night,” he answered, as you hung on to his every word.

“Hey EVERYONE! Listen up: we’re getting out here, get into 2 lines outside to do a headcount,” Aizawa sensei ordered as the bus came to a sudden stop on a mountain side.

You and Tokoyami turned to one another in confusion but followed instructions, getting off the bus with you classmates and wandering to the side with them.

Little did you know what would be in store at the training camp.

(*cue evil laugh*)

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After escaping the League of villains with your lives and no Bakugou, you and Tokoyami got much closer.

When Dark Shadow went berserk in the forest, it was your light that helped Tokoyami regain control of his quirk. And it was thanks to each other, that you were even able to survive the attack and somehow get to safety.

You and Tokoyami truly embodied the sun and moon so much that when it came time to pick his hero name he chose: Tsukuyomi, the name of the Japanese moon god.

And you chose: Amaterasu, the Japanese sun Goddess as a sort of confession and promise to one another. To always be each other’s ray of hope, just as the sun and moon light up the sky for humanity.

“Hello my goddess, can I come in?” Tokoyami asked as he stood at your dorm door looking at you with excitement as he held his latest online purchase: a dark grimoire.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me goddess Fumikage-kun. But come in, is that the new spellbook you bought?” You replied to your boyfriend while you patted the spot next to you on your bed for him to sit. He quickly made his way towards you, dark shadow coming out and closing the door behind him.

“I got it this morning. This is the tomb of shadows I had been bidding on last week! Do you want to look at it?” He asked as he sat next to you, offering the book for you to examine.

You smiled at his adorable face while he gushed over his book and nodded, grabbing the book carefully and looking at the delicate spine and leathery cover.

“You really are adorable,” you remarked, reaching out and giving him a light peck on the front of his beak as his crimson gaze softened looking up at you.

“And you are ethereally beautiful my love, you are my soft and guiding light that comforts me through my everlasting darkness,” he replied, reaching out to cup your cheek as he nuzzled your forehead.

“My light, why is it so cold in here?” Fumikage asked as he looked down at you, huddled in a pile of blankets.

“Oh, Kaminiari and Sero were messing with Bakugou outside my room with the door open. Long story short, Kaminiari ended up getting flung at my heater and it hasn’t worked since. But, they all felt really bad and came to give me a bunch of blankets and Aizawa sensei said someone should be here in 2 days to fix it. So I’m toughing it out for now,” you explained, holding up the right side of the blanket for him.

“Do you want to come sleep in my room with me?” He blurted out, without thinking judging by the instant wide eyed and embarrassed expression on his face.

“No! Not like that! My light, I meant to my room so that you won’t freeze in here,” He clarified while you giggled at his reaction, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be fine my moon. If you want though, I’m more than up for you keeping me company in my den,” you replied as you scooted over on your bed to give him more room.

“Of course, my sun,” he agreed, scooting closer to you on the bed and handing you the laptop you had discarded to pay attention to him.

“Well your sun is cold, will you cuddle me?” You asked, giving him your best “please for me” look. He instantly nodded and you reached out to nuzzle your beaked boyfriend, smiling as you felt him coo to himself slightly at the affection.

“Say no more my light, I’ll always be here to keep you warm,” he answered, putting his arm around your shoulders and spooning you from behind as you positioned the laptop so you both could see the screen.

“Now; do you want to watch Howls Moving Castle or Ponyo? Actually stupid question let’s watch both,”

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Flight Risk Masterlist

In which a pilot and a profiler become closer than originally planned   when Reid finally meets one of the elusive individuals flying the BAU jet.

Spencer Reid x Reader.

[Passengers, the captain has turned on the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign, so if you haven’t already done so please store your carry-on baggage and feels in the overhead bin. We welcome you aboard Flight Risk, with non-stop slow-burn service. Our flight today will be 10 chapters long. Make sure your seat back and tray table are in the fully upright position, and please take a moment to put all electronic devices, other than the one you are reading this on, in airplane mode. We have no safety features to exhibit, but do note that in the event of an emergency such as a family member walking past, you can exit the story by clicking the “x” in the upper left corner of your screen. Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for departure.]

Part I: In which a profiler meets a pilot.

Part II: In which a profiler says something he shouldn’t have and a pilot seeks the refuge of the sky

Part III: In which a profiler makes amends.

Part IV: In which airplane food is disappointing and the context of a case is heavy.

Part V: In which important words are shared in a bookstore and on a plane.

Part VI: In which things are lost and found and borrowed.

Part VII: In which there are some distances that must be maintained and others that are simply begging to be crossed.

Part VIII: In which a profiler and the stars have something in common, and a pilot has a decision to make.

Part IX: In which a profiler and a pilot try their best not to care, featuring an incredibly tacky hotel.

Part X: In which a profiler and a pilot find a safe place to land, and in which our story comes to a close.

Bonus: In which a profiler protects a pilot and a pilot loses something important.

I love this pairing!! Especially how you characterized both of the boys! This was super adorable!

If you are doing requests for Wednesday

Could you do ajax x reader x Xavier were there like really overprotective and something happens to reader???

Blurb — overprotecting you

xavier thorpe x gn!reader x ajax petropolus

Tysm for requesting<3! I hope you like this! feedback and reblogs are appreciated!! English isn't my first language, so let me know if there's any mistake:)

“Cmon, they´re supposed to be here” the voices of your boyfriends can be heard from outside the nursery, where you attended immediately after an accident with your boat minutes ago.

“There you are!” ajax is the first one to see you, immediately hugging you and noticing the bandage that covers your left wrist “what happened baby?, we were so worried about you”

“We told you to not enter the poe cup!” that's the first thing xavier says, and it reminds you about the contrast your two boys make together

“Well, if you two participate each year, I didn't see a problem in doing it too, plus, it's not like you're my parents or something!” you shout back, not wanting to be the shameless victim in the situation

“Yes, but you know us, we get hurt all the time! That doesn't mean you have to do it too!”

As xavier and you continue arguing, ajax gets tired of it and interferes in the situation “Could you guys just stop? you can disagree in another moment, but no! you need to get angry in the middle of the nursery!”

And suddenly, there's an uncomfortable silence in the room, a silence broken by xavier.

“Sorry for yelling at you” he murmurs “If you really want to do something, we shouldn't stop you, we know you can take care of you”

“Yeah, you're right” you feel the stare of the boys in you, so you continue “But, I guess I'm sorry too, If I had been more careful, we wouldn't be in this situation”

“Yes, but it's ok, really, we were just… worried for you, still are, actually” xavier sits next to you, wraps you with his arm, and kisses your temple.

“That's right, we literally ran all the way here the moment we knew you were hurt” ajax takes your bruised wrist and gives it a little kiss, a kiss that you swear disappears all the pain.

“That's why I love you so much” you smile at them.

“We love you too, angel” “We love you with our entire hearts”

And for just a moment, you wish to get hurt more often.

SO. FREAKING. CUTE! I love how everyone labels ALL gorgons just a little dense, and you wrote it so perfectly! Thank you so much for such an amazing work!

Fire and Rain

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN!Reader

Summary: When the Rave'n became the talk of the town, you were more than ecstatic to be asked by your best friend aka long time crush, Ajax with him as his partner. But things took a different turn when you saw him more interested in Enid Sinclair than his own date.

Warning(s): Angst (fluff in the end)

"This school is getting on my nerves," You ranted to Ajax while hanging out in the quad. "All everyone's talking about is the upcoming Rave'n!"

"No one's asked you yet?" Ajax chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. "As if I care. I'm not going anyway."

Ajax turned to face you abruptly. "You're not?"

"Nope, I'd rather study alone in my dorm." No matter how bad it sounds, it's better than going to the Rave'n with a random person that's not Ajax. Yes, you like him for a long time now, but he's too oblivious to notice. Suppose it comes with liking a cute but an absolute idiot of a gorgon.

"Geez, Y/n. Aren't you smart enough? Enjoy life for once."

You clicked your tongue. "One can never be smart enough, Ajax. And I enjoy studying, or maybe I could find a good book and read while you guys dance the night away."

"You're such a bummer, Y/n." You rolled your eyes. Maybe I wouldn't be if you would just ask me, idiot. You thought.

"So, how's that date with Enid?" You asked, clearing your throat. He told you before that he asked Enid out after she snapped at him. As much as it hurts on your part, it's not like you could do anything about it.

"Oh, uh," Ajax laughed awkwardly. "It never happened. I k-kinda stoned myself accidentally and she assumed I stood her up."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop it, Y/n. It's already embarrassing that she already has a date to the Rave'n." he pouted.

"Sorry, it's just a little funny. By the way, I still have to return the book I borrowed. See ya later!" You stood up, still laughing a little and went to the library.

Later that night, you were answering some of your homeworks when someone knocked on your door. Your siren roommate left awhile ago so you had to open the door yourself, grumbling because of the interruption of your study session. But all your complaints immediately vanished at the sight of Ajax standing outside your door with his hands buried in his hoodie's pockets.

"Ajax! What brings you here?" You asked in surprise. It's already 9 PM after all.

"I'm not gonna be long. I just wanna ask you–" he sighed and scratched his nape awkwardly. "W-Would you like to go to the Rave'n with me tomorrow, Y/n?"

You were too stunned to reply immediately, but when you finally processed the sudden information, you practically beamed. "Yes! Yes, of course."

Ajax smiled, his smile basically radiating making you swoon internally. "Great! See you tomorrow, Y/n. Goodnight."

"Night!" You jumped on the balls of your feet, giddy and grinning widely while Ajax turned around to leave, muttering a silent yes.

The time of the Rave'n came, you're already dressed up in white according to the chosen theme. By the end of the night, you hoped everything goes according to your plan. Confess, be Ajax's (s/o), and finally have your wish come true.

Someone knocked on your door and you immediately opened it to reveal Ajax in a white beanie, blazer and slacks. Gosh, he's amazing. You thought, drinking in his appearance.

"Hi," Ajax greeted, grinning widely.

"Hi," You replied, practically forcing yourself not to act all stupid and giddy in front of him.

"You look amazing, Y/n." You blushed at his simple compliment.

"Thanks, you look nice too." You silently scolded yourself for using the word ‘nice’ to describe him. He's way above that.

Ajax chuckled and offered his arm. "So, shall we?"

You ducked your head to hide your red face and clung to his arm. He smells great, you thought. Shut up, Y/n.

It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at the venue, Ms. Thornhill greeting you by the entrance. You only smiled timidly at her and anxiously looked around. Ajax noticed how you tightened your grip on his elbow.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright. I'm not leaving your side. We're gonna have a blast." Your heart fluttered at his words. He knows you so well, how bad you get when you're in a big crowd, especially when you're conspicuously noticable in your stunning look. People are starting to look at you in surprise, not believing the once plain-looking Y/n bloomed into a beauteous flower.

"Shall we find a seat?" You nodded at Ajax, happy that his mere presence is enough to distract you from the stares you're getting.

"Don't mind them, Y/n. They're just staring at you because you startled them. You look great after all." You smiled at Ajax's words after he guided you to an empty chair, blushing at his gestures.

"Thanks, I'm not really used to compliments."

"Well, you'll be getting them more and more from now on." Ajax grinned cheekily.

Minutes later, you were anxiously tapping on your lap. Why hasn't Ajax asked you to dance yet? What's he waiting for? The two of you are just sitting silently on your table, watching as the other partners take the floor.

And then you saw it. You noticed Ajax staring unblinkingly at something. . . or perhaps someone. You followed his gaze and spotted Enid with her normie date. Of course, you thought bitterly. He only asked you to be his date because he can't have her.

The fact hurts more than it should. You couldn't help it, the sight of Ajax jealous of Enid's date is much more painful than him not asking you to dance. So you stood up, chair scraping loudly against the floor and finally getting his attention.

"Y/n?" You ignored him and began to walk away. "Where are you going?"

You turned to face him with tears threatening to fall from your angry eyes. "Out of here. I'm done being an option to you, Ajax."

With that, you turned around and finally walked out of that place.

"Y/n! Wait up!" You cursed, why couldn't he just leave you alone?

"Leave me alone, Ajax," You grumbled, walking faster. "Go back to Enid!"

"We should at least talk about this!"

You finally turned around angrily, him stopping a few feet away from you. "There's nothing to talk about, Ajax. I get it, okay?! You asked me to be your date because you can't ask her. I'm so stupid to just notice it now!"

"It's not like that–" You cut him off.

"Yes, it is! Don't even deny it! I was just an option to you. I have done everything for you to notice that I shouldn't even be a choice! I've been with you since you transferred to Nevermore! Helping you through and with everything you're having problems with! Yet all I receive in return is rejection and pain from you!"

"What do you mean rejection?" You literally facepalmed at this point.

"Ajax, wake up for once! I love you! And you don't even notice it, not even once. You're always pining over different girls, any girl but me! Am I not enough for you?" You pointed at yourself, hot tears spilling from your eyes.

"Y/n, no–"

"Then why haven't you looked at me in a different light?! I'm always your best friend, only your best friend—nothing more. . ." You wiped your tears angrily. "And I'm done, Ajax. I'm done trying, you already exhausted my patience and hope that you'd ever love me back the way I want you to. So have a blast, Ajax, go back to the Rave'n and ask her out."

You turned to leave once more but a tight hand gripped your wrist and pushed you against a parked car. Ajax was breathing heavily, looking at you with a foreign look on his face. Mostly annoyance.

"Will you let me finish my sentence for once?! I'm sorry, okay?! I should've noticed it earlier, but I'm a gorgon and I'm mostly oblivious about things. If only you've cleared things up with words instead of confusing signals, I should've kissed you long ago!"

Your eyes widened, heart thumping nervously against your chest. "W-What?"

Ajax stared at you through his eyelashes. "Yes, Y/n. I do feel the same way if not much more. But you keep hinting stuff at me and then act casually after, I couldn't help but think that maybe you just want us to stay as friends. I like you a lot, and labeling us as best friends doesn't really make me feel better so I try to distract myself with other girls except you. But I couldn't. Enid is a good friend and when she said she's going with someone else, I couldn't help but feel slightly offended."

You raised your eyebrow. "And that means?"

"Yes, I am an idiot. But then Enid said that I should just man up and ask you, so I did. I actually hoped I would be able to confess to you after the dance, but not like this. Not outside in the freaking parking lot."

"But why didn't you ask me to dance? You just kept on staring at her." Ajax's eyes softened.

"Because I thought you hated dancing, you mentioned it once during detention with me. As for Enid, she was secretly giving me to-go signals." Ajax mumbled in embarrassment, his face turning red.

Your chest hurt at how fast your heart is beating at the moment, you wondered if he could hear it pounding loudly. "You really mean that?"

Ajax chuckled at your big, glistening (e/c) eyes. "Yes, Y/n. With all sincerity I could muster."

"You're really not just saying all that because you feel bad–" Ajax cut you off by crashing his lips on yours.

A bold move. . . but you loved it anyway. So you kissed back, moving your hands to the back of his neck whilst he pulled you closer by the waist. You couldn't believe what was happening, especially when he started pushing you against a parked car slightly, leading into a full-blown make out and yet his hold on you still gentle and careful.

"I do like you, Y/n. Love you even, for everything you are. Y-Your snarky wits, the way you're not afraid to snap at people who makes fun of me for being a dork sometimes, the way you prefer to study alone in your dorm rather than go to parties, the way you smile at me and just–" Ajax sighed dreamily. "Everything about you basically."

You cradled his cheek, smiling and genuinely touched at his rambling. "You're lucky you're cute, so I forgive you." You said in a joking manner and he laughed, kissing you again as though he could never get enough of you.

❤️❤️❤️ I. Love. This. Idea. So adorable and I loved everything about it!!!

A blurb with ajax covered in blood from the rav'n and reader finds it really hot

Please

Blurb #9: Bloodcurdling (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x Fem Reader (No mentions or pronouns, just wearing a dress)

A/N: Short and sweet, went over for like 40 words

Warnings: None.

Requested: Yep. Tag request too: @ajaxisbae

Your first instinct when a cold, slimy thing hit your back was touching your dress desperately, trying to see what it was. When your fingers come up stained with blood, you let out a loud scream.

Ajax grabbed you by the arms, prompting you to look at him. In the middle of your panic, your mouth dropped open, a scream dying in your throat. He looked good. Like, way too good. His mouth was moving, but you were too busy having an internal freak out to notice.

“... Only a prank…She is eating it.” Ajax shook you lightly. “Hey, focus. Focus, babe.”

You weren’t sure if you should, just like, go for it. Should you tell him you found him hot? Ajax and you, well, you were something more than friends. But what was the etiquette for it? You had been best friends since your childhood, and he had stressed when asking you to the Rave’n it wasn’t as friends. He wanted you two to be more. And this date, it had been fun, you know? But until you saw him covered in blood, you had been unable to separate sweet, baby Ajax from somebody who actually wanted to date you. Were you a weirdo?

“I’m going to pinch you if you…” Before he could finish, or get any ideas, you pressed a kiss to his lips, shutting him up. “Mmm… Yeah, that works too.”

“Ajax.” You pulled away from the kiss. “Shut up and kiss me back.”

And because Ajax had always been good at following your orders, he did.

This was EASILY the best Ajax fanfiction I have read to date! Everyone's opinions of Ajax felt very real, and Wednesday had a mildly funny side story! Thank you so much for such an amazing read! I can't wait to see what you wrote next!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Heyyy, could you do a Ajax imagine with the soulmates theme ?? with the tattoo idea of soulmates. I would love if you write more of him

Four-letter word (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x Fem Reader, Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair (Lightly, mostly insinuated)

Warnings: Cursing. Insecurities, mental health issues, googling symptoms.

A/N: I thought so much about this. Like, before falling asleep, on the bus. I still don’t think I ironed all the kinks of how a universe like this would work, but it was a lovely experience. Also, send more Ajax requests, I love writing him.

Requested: Yes. I loved writing this, anon you are amazing! I would love to write more of him, too.

One night, when you were six years old, you had woken up crying and screaming from a pain so intense in your arm you thought you were burning up. You had screamed your little throat raw. Once the pain subsided, your mother had appeared on your doorstep, all happy and proud.

“It’s your soulmate.” She had told you, pulling your arm to show you how above the inside of your elbow, was an ugly handwriting, with an even uglier phrase. “It’s… It’s… Don’t worry about it, baby. We’ll get something to cover it up.”

There weren’t many girls with soulmate’s identifying marks. You couldn’t help but stare, every time you saw another girl changing after gym class. Most of them had immaculate skin, whereas you got a tattoo. Apparently, that made you lucky. You didn’t feel lucky, with those crude words engraved on your arm. You had taken to covering the tattoo, ashamed of what others could think. Was it so terrible a destiny to be your soulmate that they had to say that when seeing you for the first time?

What kind of person was your soulmate? You guessed he was a boy, with the ugly chicken scrawls that adorned your arm. Or it could be a girl, maybe a doctor? But the words were hateful, insulting even. It didn’t speak of a mature person, you guessed you would meet them when you were still young.

The words stayed with you as the years passed, gnawing at you, diminishing your self-confidence. Every time you saw them in the mirror, you wondered if it was such a terrible fate to be tied to you. What could possibly be so wrong about you that the person who was supposed to be made for you didn’t want you and felt such rejection at meeting you?

Your teenage years weren’t easy. Despite your hopes of meeting your soulmate when still young, with the secret hope you could excuse their lack of tact due to their age, the time never came. You made it until junior year before resigning yourself to meeting a mature person who hated you so much they needed to say that.

Then, the visions started. You kept touching stuff and seeing disturbing things at seemingly random patterns. Maybe this was it, you guessed. This was what repulsed your soulmate so much. You had to be going crazy. You didn’t dare tell your parents, fearing being sent away to some sort of institution. Of course, being you, you did exactly what you shouldn’t and looked the symptoms in google. You promptly diagnosed yourself with schizophrenia.

Junior year was hard. All this pressure of choosing a mayor, a college, doing extracurriculars on top of your weird hallucinations and your fear of meeting your soulmate and them hating you, it was really eating at you. Your parents noticed soon, and when confronted with the question “Is everything okay?” You couldn’t help but blurt it all out. Your parents had been concerned, rightfully so, and taken you to a doctor. Thing was, you weren’t schizophrenic, you were something else. An outcast.

Outcast. The word tasted foreign in your tongue, like something you would hear used to refer to others, never you. Your parents were normal. You were not. Was your soulmate like you? Or were they so disgusted because they didn’t like outcasts?

Off to Nevermore you went, for your senior year. They would be able to help you there, your parents had explained. They would teach you to get your powers under control, and you would meet people like you. People like you. You wondered when your parents had decided there was a divide between you and them, when they had decided you were some other kind of people.

Thinking about things too much made you sad, so when the principal introduced you to your new roommate, you decided you were being given a chance that not many people got: The ability to start from zero, to be whoever you wanted to be. And this new you, she didn’t overthink.

“Hi.” You extended your hand to the girl, noticing her blouse. “My name is Y/N. I like the collar of your shirt.”

The girl brightened considerably.

“Oh, thank you. I got it thrifting! My name is Yoko.”

“Oh, you thrift?” You asked her, looking at her outfit with renewed interest. “You must have some pretty interesting pieces, then. They don’t make clothes as they used to.”

“Yeah! Want me to show you?” Yoko didn’t wait for a reply, opening her dresser. “Here, look. I got this one for only two dollars! And it’s original…”

That was how your friendship with Yoko was formed, bonding over cute clothes. You came to learn many valuable things from her. First, the best spots at Jericho. Which stores had the cheapest and prettiest clothes, which bookstore was the one to go if you wanted a romance novel, and where to go if you needed a textbook. Second, how Nevermore actually worked, and how outcasts related to each other during their teenage years. But the most important one: You weren’t a freak or unlovable.

It had happened accidentally, really. You had been coming out of the shower, only in your towel, but with the band firmly placed over your soulmate tattoo.

“You can take it off here.” She had said, pointing at it. “We are different from normies, most of us have one.”

“Oh?” You asked, fiddling casually with your wet hair. You would rather not take it off. If you did, Yoko would see what your soulmate thought of you and maybe wouldn’t want to be your friend anymore. Who wanted to befriend a loser who not even her soulmate liked?

“Yeah, from what I know, in our year only Wednesday doesn’t have one. But that's okay. She still found hers, Enid has her words on her arm.” Yoko lifted her shirt to show a pretty cursive that looped around her bicep. It read: The moon pales next to your beauty, miss. It was still in the black writing, anyone who had not met their soulmate yet had. Of course, someone as cool as Yoko got a cute remark from her soulmate, and you were stuck with yours.

“I still… I don’t want to… Mine is not as nice.” You said to her. Yoko rolled down her shirt sleeve, placing her sunglasses on top of her head. She looked much like an old lady preparing to read something in a tiny letter. You wondered if her sunglasses were for more than shielding her eyes from the sunlight and had a prescription too.

“Oh, god. What, they insult you?” Yoko laughed. At your serious expression, she gave your hand an encouraging squeeze. “Because believe me, I have seen some pretty bad ones. Enid’s arm says: I break out into hives, and then the flesh peels off my bones. Can you top that?”

Pacified at the fact she wasn’t laughing at you, you took off the band. Yoko stared.

“That bad?” You laughed nervously.

“No! I have seen worse!” Yoko hurried to reassure you. Her hand grabbed your arm, turning it, so the writing faced her more. She squinted at it, a frown on her perfect eyebrows. “It’s just… I think I know the handwriting.”

Butterflies took residence on your stomach. You could be meeting them soon. The person who was made for you. You stomped on the butterflies harshly. They didn’t like you, so why get all giggling and excited? It was not going to go well, your first meeting.

“Oh?” You asked, feigning disinterest. Fake it till you make it, you said to yourself. One day, you would outgrow your childish want for a soulmate, but for now, you could pretend you didn’t care.

“I have seen it, but I can’t remember where. I think one of the boys in our year? Or maybe… I don’t know, at home? I have many cousins, could be one of them?”

But Yoko didn’t remember, and the topic got dropped in favor of something else. You thought she had forgotten, except when she introduced you to Enid, she did by saying you were the one with the soulmate in your year.

“Here, show her!” Yoko said, excitedly. “Show your arm to Enid.”

You took a look at the café. It was pretty quiet, no other students in sight. You rolled up your sleeve, showing her your arm. Enid’s hands grabbed yours, almost too roughly. Her excitement was evident, nervous energy pouring off her in waves.

Your breath hitched… Could it really be that easy? Enid could be the key to finally meeting your soulmate?

“Of course, I know the writing!” Enid clapped, excitedly. Her soulmate, Wednesday, only gave a nod. You guessed that must mean approval, since she didn’t talk a lot. “She is Ajax’s. Look at the letters. Only he can write that poorly.”

Ajax. So, that was his name. Your soulmate. The one who will reject you. It didn't feel real. A mix of excitement and dread filled your stomach. You are sure it showed in your face because Yoko grabbed your hand between hers.

“Ajax?” Yoko squeezed firmly, smiling. “Oh my god, makes total sense. You are way too pretty for him, really. He is a lucky guy.”

“Thank you.” You beamed at her, fluttering your lashes for good measure. Yoko was fun to tease. She didn't disappoint, making a kissy face at you. “I don’t think I know him, is he in our year?”

“Yeah, he is the tall one who sits next to Kent in History.” Yoko said. You gave her a blank look. “Umm, always wears a beanie and matching hoodie?”

“Yoko, you are literally describing half the gorgons.” Enid leaned more towards you, eyes widening. "Look, he has dark eyes and brows, and his mouth kinda looks like Tom Holland’s.”

You stared some more. So, a guy. A guy and a gorgon, with dark eyes and awful writing. Tall, too. And made total sense he went around cursing and talking shit. A douche. Ew.

“Just show her his socials already.” Wednesday said, rolling her eyes. Apparently, she was the person with more brain cells on the table because both Yoko and Enid scrambled to pull out their phones and show you.

“Here.” Enid said, pointing out a boy in one of the pictures. He was… Cuter than you expected. He had a kind face, too.

“Oh, he is cute.” You muttered. And he was. You liked the way he smiled, all dimples and boyish charm. He had a regular sense of fashion, at least he didn’t look homeless. It was strange, looking at this person and thinking: This is my soulmate, this person was made for me. It didn’t feel real.

“Another basic white boy, really. But you could do worse.” Yoko peered over your shoulder. “He is nice, but tends to put his foot in his mouth.”

“He is…” Wednesday lowered her voice, like a kid saying a dirty word. “Cheery.”

“Ugh, disgusting really.” Enid poked her in the ribs. Then, she turned to look at you. “Come on, let’s go talk to him.” And without even letting you roll your shirt down, she started dragging you back towards the school.

Soon, you two ended up in a place unfamiliar to you. The dorms for the boys looked similar to the girls, but much more run down and different at the same place. You worried a teacher might spot you, but Enid seemed to know her way around them, twisting and ducking into mostly empty hallways.

“Enid… I don’t think this is a good idea…” Truth was, you weren’t sure you wanted to meet him. You needed time to mentally prepare for the rejection that was soon to follow. At least you were wearing cute clothes, but if you had known you were meeting your soulmate today, you would have put on something cuter than jeans and a sweater. To look better… Even if you were getting rejected. “My mark isn't…”

“Oh, I read it. I’m sure it must be a misunderstanding. Maybe he swears so much because he thinks you are too pretty.” And with that, she was pounding on one of the doors. You cringed, eyeing the empty hallway. You could always make a run for it, even if you didn’t know the way back to your dorm. Someone would surely step on your path and you could get directions.

“Ajax! I know you are in there.” Enid screamed, knocking again.

“Wait, Enid! I’m coming.” A voice said. It was a nice voice, you guessed. He sounded impatient, so you guessed that was going to prompt the rejection.

“Hurry! There is someone you need to meet.”

“Give me a second!” But Enid wasn’t in a waiting mood, and so, with surprising strength, she pushed the door open and shoved you inside.

The last thing you heard when you came face to face with a very naked, terrified looking boy with serpents for hair was

“Shit! What the hell are you doing here?! Get out!” Your last conscious thought before ending petrified was that at least, he wasn’t rejecting you.

The voices were the first thing you noticed. Enid, high and airy, Yoko in her no nonsense tone and a boy, sounding terrified. At first, you didn’t remember what happened, your whole body felt rigid and achy, like if you had a very intense workout session. Opening your eyes didn’t give you any clues, either. The ceiling looked just like any other, and you were unable to take in more details because your eyes felt full of sand. You pressed the heels of your hands against them. God, what the hell?

“How could you just push her in? Enid, I petrified her!” That voice… Ajax. Oh god, you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry. Your soulmate had petrified you! But, he sounded concerned, even if he was being a little loud for your taste. Still, it wasn’t a rejection, the petrification hadn’t been on purpose. The thought made you feel all kinds of warm. Maybe there was hope for you two.

“Yeah, Enid. What the hell?” Yoko. That was Yoko. And by her tone of voice, she was going to give Enid the tongue lashing of her life.

“It was always going to happen! I took a risk! And I…” By her tone of voice, she was panicking. They were near your bed, you could feel the chairs shifting when they moved. You tried to reach for one of them on the left side, but your hand only met concrete.

“What? No, that’s not how it works!” Ajax raised his tone, and this time, you followed his voice, grasping desperately at some part of his body. You could feel cotton scrunching under your fingers, he was sitting on your right. Good to know he had gotten dressed, you didn’t want to see so much of your soulmate on your first meeting as you had seen already. Even if, from what you remembered, he was cute.

“Shut up! My head fucking hurts!” You complained. At hearing your voice, they all paused. You heard Ajax take a shuddering breath. Were those his words? Oh, god, and you thought yours were bad.

“Oh, thank god.” The boy leaned down, pushing a few strands of hair off your face. He was in a panic, words tumbling out of his mouth with seemingly no filter. It was surprisingly endearing. “How are you feeling? I’m so sorry, I… I would have never petrified you if I knew you were my soulmate. Not like I go around petrifying people who aren’t my soulmate, I just meant… I would have been more careful. No, fuck, I don’t mean…”

You weren’t sure what to say to all that, so you did the best next thing.

“Shut up.” You squeezed his arm, eyes still closed. Too afraid of the pain, you didn’t dare open them again. This had to be the oddest sensation of your life. Your muscles felt all rigid, your joints ached, and you were in the middle of an emotional turmoil big enough to leave PMS to shame.

“Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Food? More pillows?” He offered, more quietly this time. “I’m sorry, again.”

“That’s okay.” You answered, still groggy.“I… You are…”

“Ajax. Ajax Petropolus.” He paused, almost if he didn’t know what to say, if he was allowed to. His voice lowered, almost to a whisper. “Your soulmate.”

“I think this is a talk you need to have in private…” Enid said, and you heard her get up. “Come on, Yoko.”

“But what if he…?” Your eyes stayed closed, but you could feel Ajax tense up at your side. The insinuation seemed to offend him.

“Go, Yoko.” You said to her. Yoko made a huffing noise.

“Are you scared?” Ajax asked, removing his hand from you. “Because… She can stay, if you would be more comfortable.”

“No.” You answered. “Yoko, go.” You heard her standing up and leaving the room. Ajax shifted in his seat. Why did he think you were scared?

“But your eyes…” Ajax said, and you almost snorted. Did he think you didn’t dare look at him?

“They hurt. Feels like sand all over them.” You explained, pressing your hands to your eyes once again.

“Oh, that’s, that’s my fault. I have petrified myself before…” You smiled at that, and his voice brightened considerably. “When your eyes are open, they dry out. I can get you water, if you like, but it will go away on its own.”

“Yeah.” And, sure, it was a lame answer, but what else were you supposed to say? This wasn’t what you had been expecting, not at all. You thought he would be repulsed by you, for some reason, not all sweet and caring. Certainly, it never crossed your head he would petrify you.

“I understand if you want me to….” Ajax offered, trailing off like it was too painful to even finish the sentence. Was he thinking of leaving? Because he thought you didn’t want him? “But I want you to know, before I leave that you are the most precious thing to me. You are gorgeous, and I have seen you in class, you are smart as hell. Maybe I don’t deserve you, but I would never hurt you on purpose.”

“No!” You grasped blindly for his arm. You didn’t want him to leave. Ajax pressed his hand into yours. “Stay. I have thought all my life you were going to reject me.” You confessed, eyes still firmly shut. You didn't want to see his face when you asked, too scared of his reaction. “This is not that?”

“No! I… I could never… I would love to take you on a date, if you let me.” The confession made you almost sing with joy. You felt his hand on your hair, absentmindedly carding the strands back. You sighed in contentment.

“Okay.” You answered him, risking opening your eyes just to look at him. The pain had lowered significantly. He had the prettiest smile you had ever seen. “Take me out on a date. I would love that.”

“Tomorrow. For today… Can I watch over you?” Ajax was still smiling. You wondered if you looked as lovesick as him, as your mouth stretched into a smile.

“Might not be the best company. Tired.” Ajax seemed unable to resist touching you again, this time stroking your hair. Your eyes closed out of their own accord.

“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. And… Sorry again.”

“It’s fine.” You slurred, turning in the bed to face him. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For wanting me.”

“Oh, love, there is no world in which I wouldn’t want you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you snuggled more under the covers. You drifted off, happy and safe.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sleepy | A.P.

Summary: Gorgons, having a head full of snakes, turn out to be extremely tired and clingy during cold seasons.

A/N: we need more fics of my fav gorgon, and if we don’t have any, i take matters into my own hands :)

Warnings: (not proof read) Use of Y/N L/N, use of she/her, cursing, ajax being soft and adorable, mainly fluffy fluff, reader is a witch, xavier and wednesday are dating, lmk if i missed any !!

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k+

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Every winter, snakes brumate over the winter. They stop eating as the temperature drops, their metabolism slows down, and they look for an underground place to hide from surface temperature changes. Which seems perfectly normal for a snake to do once the season changes.

But when your boyfriend and a fourth of Nevermore’s population happen to have a head full of snakes for hair, it becomes more complicated.

During winter, Nevermore’s community of gorgons get drained easily or just exhausted in general from their genetics, so they had an exception for sleeping in class and their lack of being active.

But what you noticed with Ajax was that he was more clingy to you than usual. He would find any possible way to be close to you. You were eating with your friends? He would take the seat next to you and wrap his arm around you, head buried in your neck. When you took notes, he’d have his hand in yours, head resting on your shoulder. In Jericho despite the weather being absolutely freezing? He would stay by your side and order a hot chocolate from the Weathervane for you both to share.

You let him do what he wanted amid winter, never minding the extra close proximity. You quite liked his clinginess.

“Jax?” You murmur, his head resting on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“M’just tired, don’t worry.” He gave a soft response, not wanting to bother your conversation with Enid.

“Are you sure? We can go back to your dorm if you’d like.” Your brow creased as you rub circles into his hand that held yours. “I can just tell Enid, she’ll understand.”

He let out a small sigh, “I… You’re having fun with them, I don’t want to—“

“Babe, you’re gonna pass out sooner or later, and I would rather have you pass out in your bed than in a lounging area.” You interrupt the gorgon, catching his eyes full of love and exhaustion. “And you are not leaving on your own.”

For a few seconds, Ajax just stared at you, wondering how fucking lucky it was that you wanted to date him of all people. And in those few seconds, you had just finished explaining to Enid why you had to go, giving her a small smile.

“Let’s go,” You nudged his arm, snapping him out of his thoughts. “The comfort of your bed awaits!”

The trek to his dorm wasn’t as bad compared to when he had to sneak into your dorm. Polonius Hall was rarely checked upon by the hall master who was instructed to ensure the strict rules were being taken seriously. You did have trouble pulling him up the stairs from the common room to his room, the more tired he was, the more it seemed he was intoxicated. Which he wasn’t.

Finally getting to his room, you took the keys from his pocket, and— You forgot which was the right key.

You poke his cheek, earning a hum. “Which is the key?”

“The one with the snakes.” He mumbled, pointing in no particular direction.

Silently thanking him for decorating all his keys with different designs, you unlock his door, quickly taking him to his bed.

“Wait, aren’t you a witch? You couldn’t use your witchy powers to open my door?” Ajax sat slouched on the bed, pretending to use his hands to make the door move.

“I didn’t want to— That’s not the point right now, go get changed.” You try using an authoritative voice, but only hear a whine and a tired chuckle come from your beloved’s mouth. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute.” He stood sluggishly and kissed your nose before heading to his closet. “η όμορφη κοπέλα μου είναι τόσο αξιολάτρευτη.” He said in a sing-song voice, his words confusing you.

“Babe, you know I don’t understand Greek.” You pout jokingly, leaning against his dresser. “What’d you say?”

He tapped his cheek first. You rolled your eyes at him, giving him a small peck. “Happy?”

“Of course.” Ajax grinned lazily and started to hum, completely ignoring your previous question.

“Jax.”

“Mhm?”

“You were— What the fuck?” You take your phone out of your back pocket, Enid’s name dragging across the screen. “Hello?”

“Hi! I know you’re like, very busy right now and you just left, but this is kinda an emergency and we need you. Like, now.” She spoke fast and it sounded like she was pacing.

“Uhm, alright, I’ll be there in a few.” You quickly ended the call and met the eyes of a curious gorgon. “Enid has an emergency—“

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine.” He reassured you, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Need to take a shower anyway.”

“You’re lucky I removed that mirror from your bathroom, A.” You cup his jaw, bringing him down so you could pepper his face with kisses. “It’ll be quick, then I’ll come back here.”

Separating from Ajax, you flash a small smile toward the tired male and then turn to leave, not before he wrapped his hand around your wrist, making you look back at him.

“I love you.”

Your smile gets slightly wider, “I love you too, Jax.”

Quickly parting from him, you speed walk to where Enid was, trying to figure out along the way what could have been the emergency.

— — —

“Oh my gosh, thank god you’re here!” Enid rushed over and grabbed your arm, pulling you toward the situation. “Look.”

“It’s a hat.”

“No, not that!” She turned your head toward Wednesday. “That.”

You blink once. Twice. “Wednesday, are you okay?”

“I’m absolutely splendid.” Her mouth twitched a bit.

“But you’re…”

“Smiling!” Enid shoved a mirror in front of her face, peeking behind. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

You glance at the girl’s phone, watching as Xavier’s contact pops up. “Did you go on a date with Thorpe, Wednesday?”

“No.” She spun around and shoved her phone inside a drawer, silently cursing her own stupidity. “Why would I ever willingly hang out with that—“

“She’s blushing! You’re blushing!” Enid jumped up and down, squealing at the usually pale Addams. “Wednesday has a boyfriend!”

“I do not!” She cleared her throat, pulling the monotone face again. “I don’t have a particular interest in this conversation you brought me in.”

“You like Xavier, there’s no denying it.” Enid happily says, clapping her hands together. “My blog must know!”

“Don’t, E.” You wring your hands. “You don’t want another Ajax and Y/N situation.”

She froze, “Right, sorry about that. Uh, I promise not to speak about it until you let me.”

“Good. Or I’d have you six feet under.” Wednesday almost grinned. “Now why aren’t you with your boyfriend?”

“Because Enid said this was an emergency.”

The werewolf threw a small glare toward you, “I mean, it kinda was? She was smiling so hard! It should be concerning!”

“Yeah yeah, I’m happy for you Wednesday. I hope he treats you right.” You give her a minute smile. “If not, Enid will full-on wolf out on the school’s resident tortured artist.”

“Yep.” Enid flashed a toothy smile. “I can terrify the shit out of him.”

“With your colorful nails? Of course.” The pigtailed girl sarcastically remarked.

You let out a small laugh, trying to avoid the pillow being thrown at you. “Enid!”

“What?” She threw another one at you, soon laughing along. “You’re laughing at my nails!”

“I’m not!” You defend yourself, deflecting the pillow with a flick of your wrist, red encasing the soft cushion.

“You so were! And that’s cheating!”

“How?” You throw the pillow back.

“You’re using your powers!”

Wednesday shook her head at the two of you, “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You turn to her, but not before Enid threw one last pillow at your face, causing you to glare at the blonde.

“So you came here because smiling was an emergency?” She had an eyebrow raised, arms crossed. “I’m sure Ajax has been missing you since you left him alone approximately eighteen minutes and fifty-six seconds ago.”

“It hasn’t been over five minutes.” Your eyes flicker up to the clock on Enid’s side table, seeing it had indeed almost been twenty whole minutes.

“Your journey to Enid and I’s dorm from the boy’s dormitory takes way longer than you think it does, even with your speed walking.”

“How did you—? You know what? I probably won’t get a straight answer.” You check the clock again, biting the inside of your cheek. Taking your phone out, you check your messages, seeing that Ajax has indeed texted you. “Shit, uh, I have to go.” You awkwardly point to the door with your thumb, looking between the both of the girls.

“Okey-Dokey, it’s no biggie.” Enid grinned at you, her roommate rolling her eyes at the words she chose. “We all know how Ajax is during this season. Very clingy.”

You flash her a grateful smile, giving her a quick hug and Wednesday a nod. Leaving Ophelia hall, you take a sharp right, bumping into your hall master, Miss Thornhill.

“Oh! Miss L/N, I didn’t think you’d be out of your dorm at this hour. You know it’s past the times you’re allowed to go out.” She gave an off smile, one that gave you the creeps.

“I…” Your answer died on your tongue, racking your brain for anything that would avoid getting both you and Ajax in trouble. “Ajax… He has my… My textbook for your class! Yeah, he wanted to use mine because he totally forgot where he put his and—”

She put her hand up, indicating for you to stop. “I know you and Mister Petropolus are a thing, Y/N. I also know that gorgons have difficulty processing stuff during cold seasons. So if you really need to go over to him, I’ll give you permission. As long as you both are not caught, all right?”

“Yes, of course.” You silently thank her for having some sort of favorite.

“And no funny business either.”

Too late for that. You nod, knowing she’ll figure out the lie within your words.

“Good, now off you go.” Thornhill dismissed you, missing the way you let out a breath and cursed at not paying attention.

And this time, you recorded the time it took from Ophelia Hall to Ajax’s dorm, which turned out to be eleven minutes. Though Nevermore was big, you didn’t know it was that big of a school. Entering Polonius Hall’s common room, you heavily sighed, hands running through your hair. You didn’t think you’d be tired from everything that happened within the last hour.

Quietly, you pushed open your boyfriend’s door, finding him sleeping on his bed, showered, and changed into his plaid pajama pants and a band tee, a different beanie snug on his head. Though some of his snakes were already out, snoring as well. You tugged your converse off and changed into one of his shirts, trying not to make loads of noise. Wincing when you knocked the cup of pens and pencils over while putting some of his stuff away.

Taking in the way he was positioned on the bed, you opted to sleep on top of the covers, staying as far away from him. It was only to not disturb his slumber, but you knew when you felt the bed shift you had woken him up.

“Baby, what’re you doing?” His voice was raspy from sleep.

“Trying not to wake you up.” You reply.

Ajax lifted the blanket up, letting you slide underneath it and into his embrace. “I think you failed.”

“Go back to bed, ’m sorry.” You feel the warmth emitting from his body, legs immediately intertwining with his.

“η όμορφη κοπέλα μου είναι τόσο αξιολάτρευτη.” He said again, kissing your forehead. You hum, fatigue taking over your body. “My beautiful girlfriend is so adorable.”

“Is that what that means?’

“Mhm.” He put his head on top of yours. “Also, don’t worry. I couldn’t sleep without my beautiful girlfriend with me.”

“Go to sleep, my love.” You peck his collarbone. “You can flirt with me in the morning.”

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

This was the cutest BD fanfic I have read!!! It was so adorable and in character!! I wish there were more funny stories with the Aozora moms who completely all have a thing for the boys. Extra points with a reader who is casually thrown in the party, too! Absolutely beautiful!!!

*looks both ways, hands you a $20* If you’re comfortable with it, poly Kazuki, Rei, and reader taking Miri to daycare and the daycare moms are going feral in the background or a date or anything with those wholesome train-wreaks somehow making things work. Thank you ♥️♥️

Thanks for the request, anon! I'm mainly a fluffy-type writer but I wanted to challenge myself and give this a go, albeit a few tweaks.

Please let me know what you think (anon or not!) <3 Buddy Daddies Pairings: Rei x Kazuki x you (polyamorous) Warnings: Nothing graphic, but implied. One swear word. Drabble under the cut if this isn't your sort of thing!

Aozora Daycare Moms (Non-Kazuki chat)

Sakura: Devastating news, ladies. Papa Kazuki looks to be off the market. Spotted looking very cosy earlier…

A photo of you and Kazuki is attached – the blonde man staring deep into your eyes, leaning across the table, a flirtatious smile on his face as the two of you enjoyed a mid-morning coffee. Your knees are brushing up against one another.

Yui: That doesn't mean anything, Sakura. They could just be friends catching up. I can’t believe you took photos!

Sakura sends a gif - a repeating video loop of you wiping the milk froth off of Kazuki’s top lip before he takes your fingers in his mouth and sucks, eyebrows raised seductively.

Aiko: Gosh, poor Papa Rei!

Mai: Poor Papa Rei? Poor me!

Masako: Sakura, did you really make a gif?!

Sakura: No, I took a video… my phone suggested it made a gif and I clicked okay.

Yui: I still think they could be just friends.

Sakura: Mm, and denial is also a river in Egypt.

Yui: ???

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Mai: Ladies, HUGE developments. Huge.

Sakura: What?

A photo pops up, Rei and you, hand in hand, entering a video games store. Mai has drawn a big red circle around your intertwined hands in case it’s not obviously clear.

Sakura: Mai, that’s an awful picture. We need one from the front.

Mai: I’m working on it, jeez.

Ten minutes later…

Mai: You WON’t believe this.

Another photo, front on, of you and Rei, his arm now around your waist, keeping you snug to him as you walk down the aisle, browsing the shelves.

Masako: No, it can’t be.

Mai: It is.

Masako: No way.

Yui: Can’t be who?

Mai sends the photos of you and Kazuki and Rei and you, side by side.

Yui: Oh.

Yui: No, I still don’t understand.

Sakura: She’s dating the two of them?!  

Mai: YES.

Yui: Maybe they're just friends.

Aiko: Do you think this is why Rei looks so tired - the guilt?

Sakura: No, Rei’s so quiet and sweet. I can’t see him doing something like that to Kazuki, or Kazuki doing something like that to him! She's obviously two-timing them both and they have no idea.

Aiko: Oh, my goodness, you’re right. Poor papas. That’s awful.

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Sakura: Out in the west side of the town for an errand and who do I see? The harlot and Kazuki! Rei did the drop-off this morning and seemed perky. I can’t stand it. I’m going to confront her.

Aiko: Sakura, don’t.

Mai: Sakura, YES.

Masako: Please.

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“Kazuki, stop!” You giggle as the blonde man kisses your neck again. He’s been terrible all morning and you’re not quite sure what’s got into him. His hand slides up your thigh, dangerously close to going underneath your pleated skirt and you playfully slap it away. “I thought we were just going to have a nice lunch, what’s the matter with you?”

“It’s this outfit, it’s unfair…” He whines. It is quite the short skirt, but it hadn’t been your choice. You think now it might have even been on purpose, the scoundrel…

“Kazuki, fancy seeing you here!” A cheerful female voice chimes. You don’t recognise her, but Kazuki seems to, greeting her with a smile.

“Oh, Sakura! Yes, we’re just out for some lunch.” He nods to you, introducing you by name. “She’s my girlfriend. Sakura’s one of the other moms at daycare, baby.” Sakura’s face seems to darken at the nickname.

“Hi!” You smile brightly. Kazuki is a good-looking man – it’s not like you haven’t seen jealous women in the past.

“Mm, hello.” She replies, tersely. “Kazuki, would you mind awfully if we had a word in private?”

“Private? Er…” He looks at you, a puzzled look on his face. “What about?”

“I’m afraid I couldn’t say in present company.” She gives you a sour look. What on earth is this woman’s deal?

“Could we do this some other time, Sakura? I don’t mean to be rude but we don’t get much time alone together, you’ll understand, with kids and all…” He throws an arm around your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Okay… I really didn’t want to do it this way, Kazuki, but I’m afraid she’s cheating on you.” Sakura places her hands on her hips, giving you a withering stare.

“Excuse me?!” You stand up from your seat but Kazuki pulls you back down to your seat immediately, preventing a cat fight. He knows your temper.

“You heard me, you harlot. It’s even worse, not only is she cheating, but she’s two-timing with Rei!"

Kazuki stares for a second before he erupts into laughter and you let out an exhale. Sakura looks back and forth between the two of you, in disbelief.

“I know that seems unlikely, but I’ve seen photos. I couldn’t stand to let this concubine hurt the two of you…” Her hand is rooting around in her purse now.

“What’s so funny?” Rei asks in his usual monotone voice, carrying a tray with a variety of drinks on top of it. Kazuki is laughing so hard he’s in tears. Rei places the tray down on the table and gives Sakura a hard stare.

Sakura is speechless now, trying to work out what on earth was going on. Was Aiko right and, actually, Rei and you were having an affair behind Kazuki’s back? Well, she couldn’t stand for that either. She locates her phone in her purse at last and scrolls through, finding the photographs of Rei and you in the video games store, looking particularly cosy. She hands it to Kazuki, who wipes a tear from his eye and looks.

“Oh.” His face settles back to a neutral position.

“Yes, oh.” Sakura chimes back.

Rei’s peering over Kazuki’s shoulder at the photo – his expression unreadable. He shrugs, before taking the seat the other side of you.

“Well, don’t you have anything to say for yourselves?” Sakura lectures down at you and Rei. Rei smirks, leans forward and makes eye contact with Kazuki, who gives him a sly grin. Rei’s hand slides around the back of your neck and jerks, turning you towards him before he forces his tongue into your mouth - not that you give much resistance - kissing you passionately, nibbling at your lip as if he was starved – his hand sliding up and under the skirt he’d bought for you at the same time.

He pulls away, leaving you breathless a moment and smiles up at Sakura who is standing there, shell-shocked. The audacity of the two of you, doing this in front of Kazuki! Poor, sweet Kazuki who looks... pleased? Kazuki then turns in his seat towards you, catching your chin in his hand and pulls you into his own kiss. He’s more gentle than Rei, his other hand caressing your head, running his fingers through your hair, softly kissing you over and over, before he pulls away.

“What on earth…?” Sakura forces out, looking in disbelief between the three of you.

“Sorry, I should’ve made it clear from the start, she’s our girlfriend.” Kazuki wraps an arm around your shoulders, and Rei’s hand rests back on your thigh. You’re flushed, trying to catch your breath. They’ve never done this in public before – not that you’re embarrassed. You mean, fuck, you love it when they tussle over you at home, but it just was so unexpected.

“I… I… I’m so sorry, Kazuki, Rei. I didn’t mean to…”

“I hope this won’t be an issue, Sakura. I really hope we can all still be friends.” The blonde states.

“Y-yes, of course,” she bows her head. “Forgive me for interrupting your…date. I’ll see you all at pick-up time - maybe.”

She backs away, her body shaking, before she high tails it out of there.

“That poor woman. You guys are jerks.” You giggle.

“We’re your jerks, though,” Rei whispers in your ear and you shudder.

“Hmm. I think I’m thirsty for something else now, actually. How about you, Rei?” Kazuki grins, getting to his feet and stretching.

“I wouldn’t argue. Come on, sweetheart.”

You had quite the afternoon.

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Masako: Sakura, what happened?! Did you confront them?

Aiko: Sakura, you can’t leave us hanging like this. I’m going to bring cookies to pick-up though in case they need consoling, poor things.

Sakura: I did it.

Masako: And?!

Sakura: They knew. They both knew.

Aiko: What, they knew she was dating both of them…?

Sakura: They’re all together. They’re polyamorous. I made such a fool of myself. Gosh. Mai: NO.

Yui: Polyamorous?

Aiko: Google it, Yui.

Yui: Oh!

Yui: ..do you think they’re looking for a fourth?

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This was honestly so adorable, and honestly, so in character for him! The overthinking... the stressing... the hide from the public mentality... mating forever. I don't think there is a cuter story about Hawks out there!!!

Hi lovely! I adore your writing style and noticed you were taking requests. This is my first request ever so if it comes off a little awkward please forgive me! 👉👈

I was hoping for a scenario where Hawks has been wondering why y/n has been skipping out on get-togethers with him for the past week or two. He gets curious enough one day that he just-so-happens to patrol the area where you run off to after you reject another date with him.

He finds out that you have been going to an outdoor avian clinic and taking classes on how to pamper/massage or preen bird wings in order to surprise Hawks for your anniversary coming up.

But not like totally before Hawks confronts you and blurting out “Have you been cheating on me with a parrot?” 😂

Thank you! I hope this all makes sense. Hugs and kisses!

Hello there!! You are so sweet! and you didn’t come off awkward at all! <3

I am so sorry I didn’t actually mean for this to become an angst fic in the beginning ;-; 

but it is fluffy don’t worry!

warnings: avian Keigo (Keigo having bird like tendencies)

Also I schedule this to be a bit later than I normally post, I’ll most likely be asleep when this goes up so I just wanted to say to everyone thank you for reading!!

word count: 3.3k

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He tapped his foot against the floor of the restaurant, his patience deteriorating every second as he stared at the door.

As the fastest hero, Keigo never really had any patients for just about anything. One thing he hated more than anything was people being late, he moved fast, he wanted people to move fast with him.

All he wanted to do was go on a nice date night, have some dinner, and go home and watch a movie or something. He just wanted to spend time with you.

You normally never skipped out on dates, so why now? 

He had noticed your absence in the last few weeks, more and more you would skip out on him. 

The anxiety bubbling in his heart was starting to spill over, seeping into his attitude in daily life. In his head, he wondered if maybe you were trying to signal to him that you weren’t interested in dating anymore, that maybe you were just silently drifting from him. But he loved the 11 months he got to spend with you, he’d never experienced anything like it. It was fresh, new, loving, he didn’t want it to end. Those thoughts had made him feel miserable for the last week or so, but he was still confused by you. Although you skipped out on dates and such, you still acted so lovingly towards him. You would still come home and snuggle up to him, you would still run your fingers through his hair at night, you would still talk mindlessly about your day, as though nothing was remotely bothering you.

So, maybe you really were busy, perhaps he was just looking too much into the issue.

But still, getting stood up for the 4th time in a row would make anyone a bit upset. 

He left the restaurant, paying for the drink he had ordered, and went on his way home.

Maybe it was a side effect of his quirk, but when he had these sorts of thoughts his wings would get all twitchy. He had done the research and found that when birds were in a high-stress situation they plucked at their feathers. The article also said that when a person that said a bird was attached to someone that abandons them, they get even more stressed and irritated. Which he supposed made sense. He would never admit it to very many people, (and if the press got a hold of it he would honestly shoot himself) but he had some bird tendencies.

Not big ones, just small ones.

He would bob his head in time with music sometimes, his pupils would dilate and contract when he was concentrating on something, he would mindlessly coo and cluck randomly as well.

Luckily, the commission taught him to control his bird-like tendencies, they told him that some of his bird traits were “off-putting”. But he really wasn’t sure what they were talking about, animal quirks weren’t uncommon, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t mind the help. 

But since he’s been dating you, he found himself getting more and more of these tendencies.

A few times, he would find random shiny objects and give them to you, he acted all excited about it too, saying, “I saw it and thought that you could keep it! It’s super pretty so, I don’t know, I thought you’d think it was cool.” After he said that, you just took the objects and told him he was so adorable. 

Another time, when you two were just out and about, he had seen you talk to someone with a similar bird quirk to his. He didn’t even know what came over him, but he squawked at the man, effectively freaking him and you out.

He apologized profusely after that. 

There was one bird-like quality he didn’t mind all that much, and that was the preening of his feathers. It was honestly so relaxing, the dirt and dust from flying seeped into his feathers, so he always found himself soaking his wings in water and then rubbing them with a special kind of oil.

There were some days, however, were all he could do (or all he had time to do) was take a warm towel and gently rub off his feathers. 

And lately, he had found himself going overboard with his preening, pulling more aggressively at his feathers, sometimes even hurting himself. He suspected that it was due to the stress of worrying about what was wrong with you (or him).

He hated all of it, loathed it even. Worse was how hard it was for him to broach the subject with you, whenever he got close he always wussed out. In his mind, even though it bothered him, he didn’t want to lose you. He was so scared that if he brought it up he would hear something he dreaded, and you two would fall apart. 

He loved you so much, he wanted you to stay with him. Another bird trait he learned, some birds mated for life, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that way about you. He just...he didn’t want to lose you.

There was one possibility that was the worst, and yet the most likely. You had been cheating on him.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but it all sort of added up.

You skipped out on dates so you could go out with this other person. When you would become affectionate with him could be a sign of guilt, he read about that online. And the way you wouldn’t see his texts or missed calls when he knew you were on a lunch break, maybe you were seeing someone else. 

Was he a bad boyfriend? He thought that he had become better at this whole relationship stuff, maybe not perfect, but he was getting there. He knew he was hard to deal with, he wished he could be better for you, he really did. He knew he was busy a lot, tired from work, he knew he wasn't the most affectionate guy, but he wanted you, he wanted you so much it hurt.  Keigo thought that you loved him because he really loved you. 

The thought of having to let you go crushed his heart crushed his spirit too. He really did care for you, he knew that you were the one for him, so the thought of you not returning that feeling hurt him.

He flew through the night sky, looking down at the lights of the city. Normally, a sight like this would have made him smile, made him feel like he was on top of the world.

But his wings just felt uncomfortable, the wind blowing through them just increased the feeling. 

He just felt… done. Like the whole world felt heavy to him. Maybe he really was overthinking everything, but he couldn’t help it, he was made to be observant. 

He knew he had a strange habit of over-complicating things, but it was just his nature he supposed. A trained government agent always has to look into the fine details, at least, that's what he was taught. So, with your absence, he found himself becoming more and more paranoid.

He brought it up to his side-kicks and hero friends, and they all said the same thing; he was just being paranoid. They told him that, “sometimes in relationships, things get a little rough, it happens.” But Keigo couldn’t help but hate the whole ordeal.

He sighed, flying faster to his home.

One time, he had tried to follow you on your lunch break. He supposed it was pretty stalkerish, but he was getting desperate. All he needed was reassurance, just to know if you were actually busy or if that had been a bullshit excuse. He told himself it wasn’t a huge deal, he was just making sure you were doing ok.

...ok maybe it was a bit of a breach of privacy.

He had perched himself on top of a building near your workplace. Keigo had made sure that you wouldn’t be able to see him as he followed you, keeping out of sight as best he could.

His initial thought was you would go to a coffee shop, maybe some sort of expensive restaurant if you were meeting someone. 

Yet, to his surprise, he saw you scarf down a sandwich as you entered an animal clinch.

Were you cheating on him with an animal clinch employee?

He wanted to confront you then and there, but from where he was, he didn’t have any reason to.

It looked innocent enough, you were just going to an animal clinch.

He immediately felt guilty. There was no reason for him not to trust you, you had done nothing wrong in this situation. Maybe you really were working overtime and he was just overthinking everything.

He shook his head, sighing, he unfolded his wings and flew off the building he was perched on.

That was a week ago, it was after the third time you stood him up. And now, although he didn’t have any proof of you cheating, he still felt like he had a reason to confront you. He just felt sick of worrying and overthinking everything, and in all honesty, you weren’t helping the situation. Every time he asked you about it, you always came up with some sort of excuse. 

He landed on his balcony with a loud thump, not caring all that much about the noise. 

As he entered his home, he lifted the hem of his shirt off his head, throwing it on the floor unceremoniously. Walking over to the bathroom, he filled a special bowl full of water and made his way back over to the bed.

It was probably a bad idea to preen himself when he was so aggravated like this, but he wanted to do it, his wings felt so uncomfortable. 

His right-wing raised a bit as he sat down, pulling the feathered stump closer to him.

But before he could even graze the feathers with a damp cloth he had, he heard the front door open and close.

Before he had even realized it, he was already zooming down the staircase of his luscious penthouse, knowing full well you were already inside of his home.

“Hi honey,” you slipped your shoes off, not looking at him yet. “How was your day- Oh,” he crossed his arms over his chest, he was sure his expression was one of utmost anger. 

“Where were you,” his tone was irritated, his wings twitched behind him.

“I was working. Baby what's wrong,” he nearly rolled his eyes at your concerned tone.

“Don’t baby me, you stood me up,” he huffed, “again.” 

He didn’t miss the sorry expression that flashed on your face, “Kei, I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve just been so busy lately. I know I haven’t been fair to you, but I’m not doing anything tomorrow! Look I’ll even make dinner for you, ok? Really, Kei, I’m ”

“Y/N,” here it came, “if your gonna break up with me, just do it already

Well, that certainly shocked you (and him if he was being honest). Your whole expression fell into one of confusion, your eyes looked up at him with genuine hurt.

“What? Keigo what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense, why would I want to break up with you?”

“I don’t know Y/N?! Why have you been avoiding me for so long!?”

You sighed, “Is that what this is all about? Well,” you pulled out some sort of form, reaching it out to him, “here, I wanted to surprise you on our anniversary, but I don’t want you to think that I’m doing something dishonest.”

He snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, maybe a bit too harshly. He looked at it and was immediately confused.

It was information on a class about… how to preen birds?

He gave you a confused look, to which you gave him a light smile, “I see how frustrating it is for you to preen them, so I wanted to help out. I saw that I could learn how and thought it would be a cute thing for us to do together.”

He stood in shock for a few moments, letting the guilt wash over him. 

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You chuckled a bit, “Don’t be, it was wrong of me to leave you high and dry on dates, I just had to work overtime in order to get these classes in.”

Now, he felt twice as guilty.

This whole time he had thought you were drifting away from him, and worse, he thought you were cheating on him. He felt sick. His friends were right, he really was overthinking the whole situation. And worst of all, you were working overtime to do something so nice for him, and here he was, yelling at you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. Jesus,” he shook his head, “I’m an idiot. You were off doing something so thoughtful for me, and I was being a prick, yelling at you. I’m sorry honey. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?” 

But you just chuckled, “Keigo, really, it’s ok. I should have at least done something to convince you, or rescheduled our dates. It’s ok honey, don’t feel bad.”

You moved in to give him a hug, which just happened to be the moment you realized his shirt was missing.

“Uh,” he saw your body straighten up, and your face makes a flustered expression, “why is your shirt…”

“Oh, well,” he scratched his feathers nervously, “it’s kinda funny, I was just about to preen my wings. So I have to take off my shirt in order to get the water to the back. Kind of a weird coincidence, huh.”

“Well,” you looked at him, eyes softening, “can I help?”

Keigo was sure his heart had frozen, after a moment or two, he answered, “S-sure.”

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You pulled a stool for him to sit on as you sat down on the bed.

Keigo wasn’t sure why, but he felt so anxious. To tell the truth, he never really had someone preen his wings before. He would always do it himself, it was an annoying effort sometimes, but the commission was very big on him looking good for the public eye.

His wings weren’t super sensitive, but the light touches of your fingers running through them felt like pure heaven to him. The sensation was like having someone giving a message, but… different. It felt nicer, more loving, more slow and nice.

The whole sensation made him shutter.

“Is this ok,” he didn’t miss the anxiety in your tone.

“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly. “Perfect, keep...keep doing that babe.”

The little pulls of his feathers relaxed him more and more, making him seep into the back of the stool he was sitting on.

When you had started to add water to the mix, he didn’t notice his cooing.

“Kei?”

“Hmm,” his mind was so far gone in the relaxation of your hands that he barely registered your voice.

“Are you cooing,” you had to suppress your smirk as his body went rigid, as well as his wings.

“I,” his face was almost as deep red as his wings, “s-sorry.”

You giggled, “Don’t apologize,” you pressed softly into the apex of some of his feathers, “if it feels good, it’s fine if you coo. I won't judge you.”

Softly, he let out a few coos, but he didn’t want to freak you out.

But soon, he realized he couldn’t keep them in, you were just doing so well. 

You moved softly to grab his feather oil, “Uh, so how does this even work? Do I take a few drops and run them through each individual feather or something?”

You’ve seen him preen his wings before, but until recently you had just started to pay attention to how he exactly did them. You had noticed that the oil he used on his feathers gave a shine to the red plumage, but you had noticed he was a bit cautious with the serum.

“O-oh,” you didn’t miss the light stutter and the soft up-take of his voice, “Um, if you want you can just put a few drops in your hand and rake them through. You don’t have to do each one if you don’t want to.”

You thought for a moment, “Alright, I think I’ll just do each feather. I wanna get this right after all.”

And, honest to god, Keigo gulped.

You’ve never seen him this relaxed and yet so tense, you would have thought he was drugged. You would be lying if you didn’t enjoy it though, the way Keigo melted into you, it was weirdly adorable.

“Yeah,” he let out, “yeah ok.”

After that, it was like Keigo could barely talk. 

For a moment, you considered something. When you and Keigo had started to date, you had noticed how he was a bit touch-starved. He craved affection, whether he was aware of this or not, you weren’t sure.

But it made sense, his childhood past, and plus, this was his first real relationship. You wondered if Keigo had ever been shown so decent, honest love before.

Perhaps his bird instincts also played a part in how affectionate he could be. You read once, that when male birds became attached to their mates they tended to get affectionate as well as loving. Plus, some birds preened their mates as a show of love, you wondered if what Keigo was doing was just his way of showing how happy he was with you preening him.

After you were done, Keigo’s head was light and tired. The whole experience for him felt magical, he wasn’t sure why though. He preened himself a bunch of times, why was this the first time he felt this way?

But Keigo’s head couldn’t really process the question at the moment.

“You wanna go to sleep,” you asked, bringing your hands lightly over his shoulders, kissing his forehead.

He let out a small, “Mhm,” as he stood up. You had to help him to his bed because of how wobbly he was.

After you carefully helped him into bed, you turned to go to the bathroom to wash your hands, but Keigo dragged you down.

“No,” he whined softly as you tried to get out of his grip, “cuddles.”

(You couldn’t lie, this had to be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen him do)

He nuzzled into you, his body flushed against yours. 

That’s when you heard it, the little chips. You didn’t say anything, scared that if you did he would stop. You played with his hair as he chirped into your neck, his wings shivered a bit.

You decided to ask him, “Hey, Kei.”

He hummed lightly.

“I’ve never seen you like this, does it have something to do with your bird instincts?”

Keigo thought for a moment, “Maybe,” his voice was light you noticed, “it could be. Kinda just something I experience because that’s what birds do with their...mates.”

You chuckled, running your hands through his wings again, “Maybe it’s because you're also, like, really touch starved.”

“Oh yeah, maybe. I mean,” he looked at you, like a lovesick puppy, “you are my first time in a real relationship.”

You laughed lightly, going back to lightly stroking his hair and feathers.

“Hey Y/N,” Keigo’s voice was tired, and yet, it was soft.

“Yeah honey,” you asked in an equally gooey voice.

He nuzzled in closer to you, giving you a soft, yet deep kiss, “I love you.”

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Grooming for Flight

Reader: Gender Neutral Character: Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary: Keigo had a hard time taking care of his wings. And after a serious fight that left him with very few left. You stepped in to help him. Warning: Fluff, Feathers, Slight Spoiler for recent manga chapters Tip Jar 🍸 | Commission Info | Ask Box: Open

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Absolutely marvelous. This was such an amazing representation of what Hitoshi would do, and I love how you wrote it completely from his own point of view! He even skipped training with AIZAWA to check in.

Hello, Can I request a Shinsou x reader (scenario or HC whichever is an easier format for this request) where reader is suicidal and wants to kill themselves and in a moment of desperation controlled by the small part of them that wants to live still, reach out to shinsou an ask him to use his quirk on them so they dont kill themself. (If that makes sence). And shinso is like...just really comforting and and like platonic cuddles happen.

I messed around between the formats and the scenario just seemed so much better (I feel like I went overboard with this so I probably messed up). I sincerely hope you have an outlet and/or a safe place/person you can talk to. Please do reach out for help when you need to. My dms are always open if you need to talk.

I feel like Shinsou or Midoriya would be the most understanding in this situation. I also want to suffocate you with my love

Everyone please, stay safe and remember you are loved!

Shinsou Hitoshi x (GN/NB) Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Suicidal thoughts and behavior, Angsty (but ends with fluff)

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This was an amazing story from start to finish! I think it hits on some heavy points, but so in such a way that it feels like the characters are processing it in their own ways. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!

Lock and Key Masterlist

Summary: Milburn Correctional Facility is a tough place to find hope in. But when Spencer Reid stumbles upon a GED class, led by a teacher with kind words and a smile that breaks through the dark, he thinks it might not be so hopeless after all. Spencer Reid x Reader. Set in Season 12. Prison!Reid

Content Warnings for discussion of prison/incarceration, correctional conditions, abuse, etc. Note that this story will feature a lot of real-life prison things. Reid and other characters may at times speak in a derogatory or judgmental manner regarding incarcerated folks, but those statements do not reflect my personal views (xoxo, your friendly neighborhood abolitionist fanfic writer).

STORY

Part I: In which Spencer Reid stumbles upon a GED class at Milburn and feels something like hope for the first time in weeks.

Part II: In which the Reader tries not to lecture Spencer before the lecture, and Spencer gets a nickname.

Part III: In which Spencer gets a visitor and the Reader’s kindness is repaid with a surprise connection.

Part IV: In which Spencer finds sugar bittersweet, and the Reader finds the same sentiment in her work when a student is hurt. 

Part V: In which nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.

Part VI: In which Reid and the Reader both find themselves at the center of problems they just can’t fix… and the stakes are higher than ever.

Part VII: In which Reid finds himself in solitary confinement, and the Reader is simply trying to find him.

Part VIII: In which being free is harder than Reid expected and the Reader has an unexpected reunion.

Part IX: In which Reid realizes he might not be the only one falling, and the Reader has an important question to answer.

Part X: ✨✨ In which some statements are only true for so long, and Reid and the Reader get closer and… closer.

Part XI: In which Reid and the Reader finally say what needs to be said, and the Reader finds she has something in common with the BAU. aka, The End.

Epilogue: In which Spencer invites the Reader to make a move and the Reader starts a new chapter.

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schrodinger's mistletoe (spencer reid x reader)

Request: Maybe something like Garcia’s best friend and ‘sister’ goes to the work Xmas party and she meets Reid and is wearing a nerdy jumper and it sparks a conversation and the classic mistletoe, or something from another holiday since it’s an all around party, happens? In the Xmas feels, also if you or anyone else who sees this celebrates, Happy Hanukkah, or whatever you celebrate as long as it’s happy !!!

Summary: Spencer feels out of place at Penelope’s holiday party. That is, until Reader shows up in her nerdy Christmas sweater.

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Christmas

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Here’s a fluffy little blurb, anon!! I hope this is what you were looking for. Also, if you’re curious what Reader’s sweater looks like, it was inspired by this.

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It took seven minutes and thirty-eight seconds for Spencer to realize that this party is not his scene. He loves Penelope, and for that reason alone he’ll stay, but it was definitely not advertised correctly.

When the tech genius said that there would be a few non-BAU friends there, Spencer assumed it would be three, maybe four. Instead, there were easily a dozen people in Penelope’s apartment that he didn’t recognize.

The others were ready to jump right in—Emily, Derek, and Rossi immediately grabbing drinks and joining conversations with ease, while JJ and Hotch stuck close by to their families. Penelope had stayed near Spencer for a little while, but eventually had gotten distracted with a few other newcomers.

That was how Spencer ended up standing toward the edge of the living room, hands wrapped around his mug of hot cider. This wasn’t the worst way to spend the holidays, he supposed. If he wasn’t here then he’d be in his apartment alone, likely reading a couple of books he had recently purchased.

“Is that a Dalek with a Santa hat?”

How hadn’t he noticed you standing there? You were gorgeous—the kind of face that let Spencer know you were a good person. Though you weren’t fully smiling, the little laugh lines proved you often did.

“It is,” he spoke, voice a little lighter now that someone had recognized where his Christmas sweater had come from. “You know Doctor Who?”

“Please, I lived with Penny for three years. It’d be impossible not to know,” you joked.

“You’re Garcia’s old roommate?”

Of course, it was impossible not to know Y/N. Penelope spoke of you often, stating that you were usually roped into Penelope’s wild schemes. You’d apparently been friends since high school, and when Penelope made the move to Quantico you weren’t too far behind. You’d been there for Penelope all through the loss of her parents, and were there to help her pick up the pieces after being caught as the Black Queen by the FBI. You seemed like an amazing person, but Penelope hadn’t ever brought you around to meet them.

Spencer was glad he was getting to meet you now.

“I guess Penny’s been talkin’ about me,” you laughed, a nervous smile pulling on your lips and eyes momentarily dropping down to glance at your shoes. “Only good things, I hope.”

“Of course, she loves you. I feel like I practically already know you from how much she talks about you,” Spencer answered honestly, “though that’s not actually possible.”

“You must be Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“You don’t have to–it’s just Spencer, you don’t have to use the doctor.”

“Noted. It’s nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“What gave it away?” he asked curiously, head tilting to the side a little.

“Well, Penny told me you two cosplayed for Doctor Who together, and you’re the first person who hasn’t asked me what my sweater means.”

It was a cute sweater. On the front was a little box with a cat poking out of it, the words ‘I’m alive, Schrodinger’s Gift’ on it. “I like it. Although, his cat thought experiment has been oversimplified traditionally.”

“That’s true,” you laughed, not even hesitating at his correction of the sweater you’d chosen. “Although, it’s easier to get the concept across to middle schoolers if you oversimply it a little.”

“You’re a teacher?”

“Middle school science. At that age, it’s best to keep them entertained with plenty of experiments and demonstrations,” you explained, and Spencer wished he could hear the sound every day. It was bright, uninhibited in the way that proved you hadn’t seen the horrors that him and the rest of the team had. You were still innocent, naive to the world in only the best ways.

“We need more good teachers,” Spencer spoke then, and it must’ve been the right words to say because you positively grinned.

“You know, I think Penny was right about you.”

Oh? Spencer could feel his cheeks heat up, knowing they’d be bright red. “What did she say about me?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but the question was already out there. Flashbacks of all the other times in his life someone had talked about him flashed through Spencer’s mind, and none of them had exactly been kind. This was Penelope Garcia though, who he was sure wasn’t capable of hating anyone. Of course she wouldn’t have a bad thing to say about him, but still he could feel the familiar anxiety bubbling up in his chest.

“That you were my type.”

“O-oh,” Spencer choked out, eyes widening at the little smirk and playful sparkle in your eyes. Her type? He didn’t think he’d ever been considered someone’s type before, and honestly he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. “What’s your type?”

“Kind, funny, smart...super attractive in that sort of bookish way.”

Spencer wasn’t sure anyone had ever described him as ‘super attractive’ before, but he supposed he’d trust your judgement. “Really? Well, that sounds like my type too.”

“Is that so, Spencer Reid? How am I doing so far then?” you teased, sending him a little wink that sent sparks running through his body.

“You’re, ah, you’re doing great.”

“Well, in that case, I’m pretty sure we’ve been standing under some mistletoe this whole time,” you said, but just as Spencer started to look up your hand was on his chin, keeping him looking at you with wide eyes.

“Why would Penelope put a mistletoe up right here?” he asked, confusion flying through him as he noticed the amused look on your face.

“She told me she was putting them up randomly to catch unsuspecting couples,” you spoke, and it was impossible for Spencer to take his eyes off of you. “So, you could say there’s a fifty-fifty chance that there’s a mistletoe above us right now.”

And oh, he understood where you were going with this. “If we don’t look, the mistletoe is both there and not there.”

“Schrodinger’s mistletoe, of sorts.”

“I prefer to think it is there,” Spencer answered, his whole body feeling full of electricity as he watched your eyes darkened. Then your hand was moving from his chin only so your arms could circle around his neck, pulling him close enough for your lips to press to his.

There weren’t many times Spencer kissed someone simply because he wanted to. There had been Lila a couple years ago, but even then it had been during an adrenaline-filled stalking case. It was better than he ever imagined, the rest of the world slipping away for a single moment. For now, it was just you and him, kissing under the maybe-mistletoe.

The only thing that broke you apart was the cheers that started.

“Oh, I knew you two were perfect for each other!” Penelope practically squealed, causing you to pull away and look bashful at having been caught. It was only made worse when the blonde turned to Emily, a triumphant smile on her face as she said, “You owe me $10.”

“You bet on us?” you asked incredulously, while at the same time Spencer asked, “Emily, you bet against us kissing?”

“I didn’t think you’d land a kiss in the first twenty minutes of knowing someone, Reid,” she laughed, “I’m proud of you.”

“Have fun, you crazy kids,” Penelope laughed, pulling the other woman away from them.

“They bet on us,” you laughed, nervously glancing up to meet Spencer’s gaze.

“They did,” he chuckled in return, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “It was nice, kissing you. I mean, of course it was, I don’t know wh–Do you want to go on a date? With me, sometime?”

“I’d love to,” you answered, and Spencer knew he’d lay awake that night thinking about your smile.

“You know,” he began, feeling the confidence surge through him unexpectedly, “we’re still standing under that mistletoe.”

“Maybe we are,” you teased but still you allowed his arms to wrap around you, your hands wrapping themselves in his hair.

The two of you would stand under that maybe-mistletoe all night, switching between talking about any topic you could come up with and gentle kisses.

And Spencer couldn’t help but think that maybe Penelope’s holiday party was his scene after all.

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THIS. IS. PERFECT. This is such a beautiful piece that so perfectly encapsulates Spencer and the type of love he needs!!! I am in love.

The Statistical Probability of Falling in Love

Master List to The Statistical Probability Series

Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Fluff 

TW: Mentions of bullying, cursing, kind of a depressing mental space at the beginning, mentions of an erection, and again, like…desiring somebody beyond the realms of friendship. 

Also, good lord, he’s so awkward, so this is kind of overdramatic, but all in good fun. It’s also kind of super long because I have no filter. And I loved this request by @radtwinkie .

This request has taken me literal ages to complete and I am so sorry for that! It’s really just because I genuinely loved this request and thought it was so precious and lovely; I really didn’t want to mess it up…all that to say I’ve rewritten it at least twice, so I hope it’s close to what was imagined when requested. Thank you @radtwinkie for your patience and I hope you all enjoy! xx

~ “Most of us have nicknames - annoying, endearing, embarrassing. But what about your true name? It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called. Ever wonder why? Your true name has the secret power to call you.” - Vera Nazarian ~

Spencer is not a huge fan of nicknames. Part of it, of course, was the intense bullying he’d received as a child and teenager. Which was, frankly, rather hard to get past, even as an adult. He loved his BAU family, and for the majority of his time working with them, he felt loved and seen and accepted. But every so often Derek would make a comment that hit too close to home, Hotch would shut down one of his tangents with a slightly more annoyed tap than usual, Rossi would roll his eyes a little harder than usual, Penelope would seem genuinely overwhelmed, or Emily or JJ would be just a little too relieved to get to walk away as he began to ramble. It felt vastly unfair; Spencer wasn’t one to believe in karma, but there was something in him that felt like…maybe he deserved this acute loneliness. The brain he had been given, the intelligence he had…only for it to be received with…not hatred, exactly, but a sort of begrudged acceptance felt like a penance for the brain he was lucky to have, but never asked for.  

No one is perfect, but in those moments when he allows his anxieties and insecurities to get the better of him, Spencer can’t help but feel that his perceived imperfections are maybe too much? 

JJ is overly competitive, but Will loves that about her. Hotch is borderline humorless, especially when it comes to the job, but both Beth and Haley were able to see beyond that. Rossi is sarcastic, too wry sometimes for his own good, yet he is loved and respected. Derek can be testy to the point of meanness, and yet he always seems to be showered with affection by Penelope and many, many women. Penelope is quirky, sure, but always adored and never doubted. Emily could be borderline cruel and yet still manages to maintain a level of intimacy with the team that Spencer just does not seem to have. So, though nobody is perfect, Spencer is worried that he is so imperfect that his brain has muddled himself a hole he will never be able to leave. It feels like an absolutely hopeless situation…that is, until he meets you. 

It was after a particularly gnarly case in Los Angeles that Strauss decided to hire a new communications liaison. The publicity surrounding the case was fierce prior to the BAU’s arrival, but their involvement only brought more attention. The case was incredibly complicated and the investigation dragged on longer than anyone wanted it to. The press was practically vicious by the time the thing had been solved and, upon arriving back at Quantico, the whole team was shuffled into several meetings with Strauss regarding how best to handle press moving forward. Strauss didn’t want to add anyone to the team, nor did anyone else, really, but after an exploratory meeting with you, she was impressed and you were hired. 

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My toxic trait is wholeheartedly believing I could pull every single one of my fictional crushes whether their og love interest exists or not

One of the most beautiful stories I have ever read! The plot flowed so well, and I absolutely loved how to characterized the MC!! She definately had fire, but there was also some pretty deep trauma that you wove so seemleesly into the story! I will definately be rereading this in the future!

Twisted Masterlist [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Summary: No one can outrun their past. 

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I literally could not stop squealing throughout this entire story!!! I am absolutely in love!!! Thank you so much for such an amazing story!!!

Rogue Thoughts (Spencer Reid x FBI Agent!Reader)

Summary: Soulmates can occasionally hear each other’s thoughts. You happen to hear the thoughts of a fellow FBI Agent while you’re interviewing for a position at the BAU.

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Warnings: Some language, but it’s just fluff

Notes: SOULMATE AU MOTHER HECKERS

Word Count: 2k

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I am relatively new to the Spencer Reid fandom... but this was SPECTACULAR! There was so much feeling throughout the entire story, and the ending was so heartbreaking! Thank you so much for this amazing iece of art!

Too Little Time: Spencer Reid

Summary: The reader is facing death because of an uncaught unsub and Spencer is the only person who can come to her aid. Spencer never liked her, but watching her die brings out a lot of things he never said.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Includes: reader death, blood, sadness, angst, confession

A/N: The saddest shit you'll read today. Read with the song YKWIM by Yot Club on repeat for ULTIMATE SADNESS

Like fire through your body and soul, the pain ripped from your side like a tide flowing onto a beach, reaching out to the tips of your fingers and bouncing back again. You gasped, hands flying to where it hurt the most. White-hot, blinding pain searing through you, you stumbled backward into the wall.

The unsub got away. He was getting away, he ran west. It was only a matter of seconds until Derek Morgan busted into the room. You pointed West, but he didn't run. He was looking at you with a decision in his eyes.

"Run, Morgan!" You yelled, pain ripping through you again. Derek shut his eyes tight, then sprinted away. You pressed your hands to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding desperately.

The next in through the warehouse door was Spencer Reid. Of all people, it was Spencer Reid. Shock crossed his face and he immediately called for help both manually and through his wire before kneeling down next to you.

Spencer never really liked you. From the moment you joined the BAU, he had been cold and odd with you. He avoided working with you and you thought maybe it was because you two were so close in age and he felt like maybe it wasn't so special he was so young anymore. Or maybe it was because you might have said or done something wrong by accident and he never forgave you, no matter how many times you or any other member tried fixing it.

Despite him being cold, you had always liked him. His mannerisms, his rambles, him in general. He never cared for you, but that was alright. You could live with it.

So now your life was pretty much about to end with him next to you. He knelt down and took off his jacket. You were pretty sure this was everything coming together in an ironic ending. He saw the wound in your side and knew that his jacket wouldn't help, so he pressed his hands on it. Once again, pain like fire and ice hit and you bit your lip to stop from screaming.

"You'll- you'll be fine," he said quietly. "I called for help, how much does it hurt on a scale of one to ten?"

"Eleven," you sighed. There was no real point in anything now that you were on the edge of the end. No relationships, no friends outside of work, no children. "Just let me go, I'm done with all this."

Your vision was blurring and spotted, but you saw Spencer shake his head. "Please don't. You have to stay alive, you have to-to-to make it." He sounded panicked, but Spencer was still human, whether or not he liked you. You could hardly feel anything, but you could feel the violent shake of his fingers. "Think about Penelope and- and Emily. Don't leave them, please. Don't leave the team, don't- don't leave us."

"You won't have to work so hard to hate me, Reid." You tried to laugh but it hurt too much. It came out as one chuckle and a sharp intake of breath. "I won't be there to bother you anymore."

This stung him badly. You were lucky you were losing sight because the pain on his face would have added to yours. Perhaps, maybe in some other life, you could have gotten along. Maybe in the next, once you passed. "I-I-I- no, that's not what I want-" Spencer said, words stumbling over each other. You just smiled. "No! That's not- you don't need to die, I was... I was going to fix things, I-I-I was, just stay alive, please!" His voice cracked every few words.

Fix what? Fix his hatred for me? "You don't need to fix this, okay? I'm sorry for whatever I did and I just want you to know I don't resent you for it. We all have people we-" you coughed up blood and the panic rose again. "Spencer, I have to go this way. It's so much easier, just... let me go."

"No!" He said, words exasperated now. "How do I- if I never get to- don't... please don't go yet." He was crying. You could hear it. "Everyone needs you."

You took one of Spencer's hands off of your wound, both of your hands covered in blood and you held it with as much force as you could muster. "I need you to tell these things to the team, please, okay?"

"You're n-not dying!" Spencer was nearly shouting and his head swivelled for the medics who were supposed to save you. "I won't... please just listen to me-"

"You listen to me!" You wheezed, voice lowering back into a whisper. "I need you to tell Penelope that she's my best friend and that I love her so so much and-and-" you coughed up blood again, spitting it to the side. "Tell Emily that she's the strongest most powerful woman I know and that I love her too. And tell Derek that it's not his fault and that he needs to keep fighting. T-tell JJ to keep Henry growing strong and that I love her too. Tell Hotch and Rossi that it was an honour to know them..." You could feel yourself finally, properly slipping into the abyss. He squeezed your hand right back.

"Please," was all Spencer could seem to muster.

"And tell Dr. Spencer Reid that he is the smartest person I've ever known and I've always found him incredibly talented at all that he does. Please tell him that even with avoidance and a cold shoulder I still loved him just as much as any of the other team members." You fought to open your eyes again and when you did, you could hardly see him.

"I was too scared to tell you it all, I was a coward, I'm so sorry..." He sobbed. Your fingers slid between his. Just for a moment, you could enjoy his pity.

You couldn't shake your head when you tried. "You are the farthest from being a coward, Spencer. I'm not trying to make this like a movie scene, I'm trying to let you know that you-" Slipping further... "You aren't a coward and I forgive you and I'm sorry."

"No, I-I-I am because-" his tone went from soft and sad, to angry. This anger was within himself. His cracks went away for a split second as he yelled at himself, words you'd never thought you'd hear, not even at the end. "Because I was in love with you and I was scared to go- to go- near that aspect of my life at all. Cowardice, it's cowardice."

You couldn't even speak. It was the worst and best possible time for confession. The right person, but too little time. Hardly any time at all. The sand continued to slip the pinch of the hourglass. "You'll be alright, Spencer."

"No..." he whispered. You wouldn't tell him how you had felt. You would stick with generalizing your love for the team with him, rather than dying after telling him that you loved him the most. Despite it all and despite the ending to it all, you wouldn't tell him you loved him the most because that would fester within him and eat him alive. You wished he didn't have an eidetic memory. You wished he wouldn't play your death over and over after you were gone. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, just hold on longer..."

Your next words were close to being your last as your eyes fluttered shut again. "I can't." Spencer's breathing hitched, then picked up. He couldn't move you, he couldn't leave you, he couldn't save you. It was time to go, so you choked out your last words. "Please don't let them forget me-" You coughed again. "And know that you shouldn't miss me and be happy. Leave the missing up to me."

He squeezed your hand as you were thickened with a feeling like going to sleep with a stomach ache. You were going, finally, after it all. The medics were too slow, the terrain was too uneven to get a team to run. You wished while you slipped into the dark, that the last sounds wouldn't have been Spencer's broken sobs.

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