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liability // villain!sero hanta x femreader

Rating: Explicit Characters: (Villain) Sero Hanta Inspiration: My piece for the Citrus Dome Discord server’s Hero/Villain Redemption Collaboration. Okay listen, I love Sero Hanta and this boy does not nearly get enough credit for what a good boy he is. Get ready to thirst for a tape dispenser folks. Prompt:  You’re captured by a villain/hero. This is a double whammy! The character you pick must be written with the opposite alignment. So, if they are heroes, they must be portrayed as villains. If they are villains, they must be depicted as heroes. On top of that, you (reader) or they must try and corrupt or redeem the other character! Tags: Villain!Sero Hanta, bondage, shibari, overstimulation, oral, vaginal sex,  abuse, talk of sexual assault. (The last two are not Sero and only last like, a paragraph or two.) Word Count: ~6.4k Collab Masterlist here

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The museum was dead silent with the exception of your brush making slow, careful strokes on the painting you were working on. Of course, it was expected that it was dead silent. You were at work near in the middle of the night. It wasn’t that the restoration department was noisy during the day, but there was always some sort of audio. Someone talking, other people working, someone sipping tea. And for this specific piece, you wanted absolute silence to concentrate. Not even music. Dead silence. It was the first time you’d found a piece by your absolute favorite artist and you had begged to be the one to restore it. But in order to concentrate as much as you felt you needed to, there had to be no noise. So you’d gotten permission to stay late, after the museum closed. And you were grateful. This was going to be the absolute highlight of your career. You pause to dip your brush into the specialty varnish remover and hear a noise. You pause, and glance at the clock. It wasn’t time for the security guard to make the rounds. You immediately feel on edge. No one else is supposed to be here. Maybe… maybe something just fell over in the artifact room.  You grab your cell phone, trying not to think about how utterly impossible that is, and turn on your flashlight app. You exit your offices in the restoration department and head to the next door, where the artifacts not currently on display are held. It’s possible that the security guard made rounds early. Likely more possible than something falling over. Especially since the door to the artifact room is ajar. You’d go in, see the guard, and then maybe it was time to head home. You make it only a handful of steps in before you hear something that sounds vaguely familiar, and you’re quickly wrapped in some kind of tape. You immediately struggle but lose your balance, falling to the ground. Your phone skids away from you and slides directly under a shelf. You stare at the spot in dismay and when someone speaks up behind you, you freeze at the voice.

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Let Her Go

Pairings: Hanta Sero x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, main character death (non explicit), OOC

Notes: This is my first time publishing something angsty,, what started off as a halloween crack fic, became this. AND I APOLOGIZE,, I WOULD’VE POSTED THIS ON THE 30th BUT IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY AND I WAS OUT FOR THE WHOLE DAY. 

also lowkey inspired by a Let Her Go by Passenger

enough of me talking,, I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY AND I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A LOVELY QUARANTINE HALLOWEEN.

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

“Hanta!” “AH SHIT-“ 

You crouched as you held your stomach, laughing loudly from sneaking up on your boyfriend. Wheezing as he stumbled to the floor, pants tangling at his ankles.

“Don’t,” he spoke, shaking his hands and shooting an accusing finger at you, “Do that!” taking in a gulp of air, you looked up at your Sero who glared at you. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it! You were just so vulnerable!” You watched him struggle to stand up, reaching down to pull his pants up, “Yummy.” you muttered, giggling as he snapped his head towards you in warning. 

“Just because it’s Halloween doesn’t mean you can scare me.” He says fastening his belt, the view of his front being reflected in the mirror. You sat on the bed and admired his form, from his shoulders to his lean torso, even admiring the way his mullet seemed to suit him perfectly.

“That’s exactly what it means babe.” He chuckled and finally turned to you, making his way over and cupping your cheeks in his hands, your skin feeling a tad cold. “You’re beautiful.” He says planting a kiss onto your lips. He could feel the way your lips quirked into a smile against his own, your hands covering his and gently running your fingers over it. 

“God, I love you.” 

“I love you too Hanta. So damn much. forever and always. You know i’ll always be here for you right? Even when i’m not exactly here.” You semi joked, needing to know that he understood you and your love for him.

The moment was broken before he could respond, when a knock sounded at your door making you both turn, “I’ll get it (y/n).” 

Opening the door, Kirishima and Bakugou stood outside, one looking happier than the other. With a bright smile the redhead spoke, “You ready bro? movie night’s starting.” Sero looked to you and nodded, “Yeah, we’ll be down there soon.” He says as the two just outside the door give each other side glances.  

“Just hurry the fuck up or we’re starting without you.” Bakugou said, shoving his hands into his pockets and glancing into the familiar room. You smiled and waved at him, however he did not return either, he only stared at you. 

“Stop being such a grump, Katsuki.” You tease, Standing up and off-shoulder to Sero, still smiling at the two. “Alright, see you down.” Kirishima said tugging Bakugou back along into the elevator. 

“Bakugou seemed a little more distant to you than usual didn’t he?” Sero says taking your hand, “Aw, i wouldn’t worry babe, you know how he is,” You offer with a smile, “let’s just go watch the movie.” 

And with that, the two of you were off to the common room. Upon arrival, Sero was quick to pull you to the couch to get the good seats, giggling at his antics, you and him sat down in the corner, him pulling you into his side. 

Just before the movie started, Shoji was about to sit and having not seen your frame, he was about ready to sit on top of you, “Woah dude! (y/n)’s sitting here, man.” Sero warns making the dupli-armed boy bow his head slowly, “I apologize, “Can i sit here?” he asks pointing to the spot next to you, “Of course, Shoji” You say with a smile, Sero nodding at his question with a smile as well. 

Everyone was silent during the exchange, looking back and forth between them, and after a while, they were reduced to sympathetic whispers.

 “Let’s get this started, yeah?” Mina said, breaking everyone’s muttering, a chorus of voices agreeing to start the movie. 

Sero smiled and kissed your head, you snuggled into his side and looked up at him sadly, a look that he didn’t notice. 

Throughout the movie, Sero would whisper his own commentary into your ear and would grin every time he made you laugh aloud. He would shush you for laughing too loud, even though the others didn’t seem to react to your boisterous laughter at your boyfriends’ comedic comments. 

After about an hour and a half, the movie had finally ended, it’s credits rolling through the screen. You stretched your body out and sat up, your boyfriend looking over at you tiredly, “Bedtime?” he asked hopefully while you snorted, “Sir, it’s only 9.” You teased and watched as he gestured over to Bakugou, “well it’s way past his bedtime so i assumed it was time for ours.” 

“What the hell did you say about me, Soy Sauce?” Bakugou shouted, the others looking up at them in amusement, “I was just telling (y/n) that it’s past your bedtime, old man.” 

Bakugou’s fighting stance faltered and he only glared, sadness and hurt hiding behind his eyes. “Fuck you. i’m going to bed.” He says making Sero wince, you shook your head at him and watched him grimace. 

Just as Bakugou walked out of the common room and into the hallway to get to the elevator, he crossed paths with Aizawa who was doing his final check in. 

Without looking up from the floor, Bakugou spoke, “He’s doing it again.” and with that, he  entered the elevator and made his way to his dorm, leaving his teacher to mull over his words and sigh. 

Sero looked at you and noticed you weren’t talking to your friends like you usually did. Instead of chatting with your closest friends in the class, you simply sat beside him, only smiling at everyone. 

“Sero.” Aizawa’s voice called, the boy jumping in surprise and turning to his home room teacher, “Yes, sir?” Your boyfriend responded as he glanced over at you who met his eyes and mocked him like a child who got called into the principal’s office, “Oooo you’re in trouble.”

Sero swatted at you while Aizawa watched him, “Come with me, and bring (y/n) along.” He said simply, his words making everyone else start to whisper again. 

Walking out of the dorms and into the courtyard, Aizawa led them both to the large tree in the center, “What’s going on Mr. Aizawa? Am i in trouble? If you’re here to ask about who drank the bottle of soap , i just wanted to see if it tasted like it smelled.” Sero confessed. You and Aizawa started at him with a bewildered expression, not really knowing how to take that.

“No- Wait, you drank soap?”  His teacher asked, The boy standing rigid, “No... you’re the one farting bubbles.” 

Aizawa sighed heavily and rubbed his temples, only until Sero turned to speak to you, did Aizawa revert back to his main goal. 

“Sero come read this plaque.” The older man said, stepping aside to allow his student access to the plaque on the tree. “Um.. okay?” the boy said confused but opting to listen to his teacher anyway. 

“‘Once you’ve met someone, you never truly forget them.’ In Loving memory of (y/-“  

Sero’s blood ran cold and he felt his eyes widen, his face now contorted into one of mild confusion and hurt, “W-What is this?” he says aloud, not being able to tear his eyes away from the plaque. 

He stared at the mocking inscription and red it over and over in his head, his brain not registering what this meant, “Babe? what kind of fucked up joke is this?” Sero asks, finally being able to turn to look at you, only to see you looking at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“You have to let me go, baby.” You whisper as Aizawa stands about two feet away, and watches his students’ heart break all over again.  “N-No! I love you!” he choked out, sobs now threatening to escape his trembling form.

“Hanta. Hanta,” you coo as you move over to him and take his face in your hands, those of which now felt icy against his own skin. “I love you, but you can’t keep doing this. You need to move on.” You sob out, your thumbs trying to wipe his tears away, only for it to do nothing. 

“Please don’t go. I need you here, you can’t leave me...” He shouts, trying to hold you, screaming out in pain once he realizes he can’t touch you, his arms going through you like a hologram. 

“I’ll always be here Hanta...” You offer with a miserable smile, not wanting to leave him but knowing you had to. “(y/n) please...” 

“Goodbye Hanta.” You whisper, leaning in to press a ghost of a kiss into his lips, what of which he sobbed out when he realized he couldn’t feel it. 

“Goodbye (y/n)...” he choked out, watching as you turned translucent and ultimately transparent until you were no longer there. The light of the full moon shone down on the breaking boy as he fell to his knees, Aizawa walking up to place a comforting hand on his students’ shoulder, tears nearly springing to his eyes as well as he remembered the day.

“‘Once you’ve met someone, you never truly forget them.’ In Loving memory of (y/n) (l/n). A beloved daughter, friend, girlfriend and student. Destined for greatness until a life was cut short by fate’s cruel kiss. She will forever be remembered.”

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Hairspray

pairings: hanta sero x reader

summary: set on the theatrical stage, you and sero become an item during your production of Hairspray.

warnings: theatre stuff,, like two curses, bakugou as stage manager, i think that’s it

notes: i’d had this idea for a bit, only because my high school did hairspray and i wanted to do something with sero,, however this is literal trash, i might rewrite.

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today was opening night for UA high’s production of hairspray.

principal nezu felt as through the students would appreciate an entertaining activity, especially after all the hardships their students had been through.

“alright extras, mic check, sound off,” bakugou’s voice rang out through the hall over the speakers, everyone tuning in for their turn, “mic 1.” he said with an edge in his voice.

you all tuned in for kaminari to do his check, laughing as he recited some lines as corny collins, the tv show host.

“you dumbasses need to be loud. if you’re not loud here and decide to get louder in the show, we’re gonna get fucking feedback, ya hear?” he explained, everyone nodding.

Once all that was done, you all did final checks of your costumes, made sure props were in their correct spots,made sure you had enough cord for your mics, etc.

“you excited?” uraraka asked you, her blonde wig styled in pigtails high on her head bounced. you were excited when you both found out you’d be playing best friends, her as Penny Pingleton and you as Tracy Turnblad

“im terrified!” you say freaking yourself out.

‘what if i forget a line?’ ‘what if i trip?’ ‘what if my mic goes out?’ ‘what if-‘

“hey little darlin, what's eatin ya?” a voiced pulled you out of your thoughts, snapping your head over to see sero, hair slicked and sweater vest on point.

you blushed at his words, even after going over lines together these past three months, you never got used to hearing those words come out of his mouth.

“oh! sero, hey. im fine, just a little nervous is all.” you say playing with the hem of the pleated skirt you wore. he stood next to you in the dressing room, wrapping a friendly arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a side hug.

“you got this! i cant say im not nervous.. especially when i get to perform next to you.” he says rubbing the back of his neck.

the two of you were close with one another, with lingering touches, fleeting eye contact and light blushes whenever the other was near was a sign for everyone except you two.

“hanta what do you-“ “alright everyone! five till curtains! let’s get into place!” shoji announced, moving his headset to the side after receiving the order from the sound booth.

before you could ask sero another question, he was whisked away by amber von tussle, graciously played my yaomomo.

you hurried onto stage, the large curtains being the only thing separating you from the audience. the feel of the wood beneath your feet, and the whispered silence backstage made your hearing almost sound muffled.

you could see people still shuffling to prepare for their cues, and as quick as them, you hopped into the “bed” closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

the music began, and the curtains opened.

and soon came the end of act two.

with your mind buzzing from the now natural feeling of your lines and choreography, you also couldn’t help but become flustered every time sero channeled his inner link larkin.

“tracy,” he began, “if i don’t kiss you right now, i might bust a gut.” he finished, the urge to laugh still there since the first time you heard that line,

“well we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself now would we?” you responded, feeling his arm slither around your waist.

you’d raised your hands to cup his face and prepare for the false kiss, but before you could reach his face, he planted his lips onto yours.

your eyes widened in response, as did half the cast. eyes fluttered shit after a few seconds and kissed him back, hands going to his neck.

your castmates couldn’t contain their cheers, and began to cheer and twitter amongst themselves.

pulling away, you both reveled in one another as the other characters delivered their final lines before the last song.

and once the curtains closed you threw yourself into sero’s arms, smashing your lips onto his again.

the kiss was emotional and sweet, the wig on your head nearly falling off and sero’s hair was disheveled.

pulling away, the two of you gazed at one another, “be my doll?” he asked, using the pet name he notice, made you flustered.

“of course!”

“alright, alright you two, bows!” bakugou shouted, signaling for tokoyami on curtains to open them.

you and sero stood side by side, fingers interlocked as the two of you smiled and bowed. applause from the audience faded into a full roar because all you and sero could think about was how great this relationship would be.