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You are in a room with many alternate versions of you. Each one is from a world that made a different choice correcting a regret you had in life. They are all here to convince you why you are the only one who made all the best choices.

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❥requested: "soulmate au where they share injuries" with Baji.

♡tw: mentions of blood.

♡A/N: repost of my old blog

Part 2

The only reason you wanted to meet your soulmate at this point, was to beat some common sense into them.

You had thought of different, of so many possible scenarios to explain all the scratches, cuts and nearly broken bones you'd been suffering since you could remember but your ultimate conclusion was that your soulmate was a complete and absolute dumbass who couldn't help but get into fight after fight.

As a child, you didn't fully care. Children are reckless and you yourself had gotten hurt multiple times. However, that changed as you grew up, finding new injuries on your face and fists each day, making it difficult for you to properly socialize. People thought the worst everytime they saw you. About you and about the people who surrounded you. They deemed you as either violent or as a victim and eventually, even the few friends you had, ended up trying to avoid being seen in public with you.

The rejection you faced was worse than the loneliness you felt sometimes when you were younger, before even your closest friends left you behind.

Seeing how your efforts in trying to appear as kind and harmless as possible were met with indifference, you gave up. You just hoped that by the time your soulmate gained some common sense and stopped getting into fights, you'd be starting a new stage in your life. In the meantime, you found company in helping stray cats wherever you could go. And decided to tend to the injuries and wounds you shared with your soulmate as tenderly as you could.

"My grandma said that soulmates can feel you tend to their wounds" your mother once told you as she helped you with your bruised knuckles "I never knew if it was true, but always found it a lovely thought, don't you think?"

Back then, you had only grunted in response but as time passed, you found some sense of comfort in thinking that you were somehow letting your soulmate know that you were there.

"What do you think, Momo? Do you think my soulmate is a good person? There has to be a reason for them to get into fights nearly everyday. Right?"

The white kitten stared at you for a second and went back to nibbling on your fingers.

"You're too cute to care, I guess" you chuckled and kissed her head, holding her close to your shoulder.

You stayed with her and her small colony a few more hours, until it was time for you to go home.

On your way home, you daydreamed of how your soulmate would be like and how and when you would finally meet.

Walking through the busy streets of Tokyo, you suddenly found yourself on the floor, confused as to what could have possibly happened while you stared at your trembling hand covered in your own blood.

Had you been attacked? Had something happened to your soulmate?

Consciousness slowly left your mind, only hoping that whatever had happened, both you and your soulmate could survive it.

You woke up thinking it had been a bad dream but were proven wrong when you tried to get up and felt not only the would on your back but a new one on your stomach.

"Fucking stupid asshole" you muttered, "what the fuck are you up to, trying to get us both killed?" you turned your head to the side and saw your mother, sleeping with her brows furrowed. You thought of calling her, but decided against it when you saw the dark circles under her eyes and closed your eyes, trying to sleep some more.

The next few days you had to stay at the hospital, still recovering and only with your parents visiting you and them spending all their free time keeping you company.

On your fourth day you felt strong enough to wander through the hospital, with the approval of the nurse who was checking on you. She walked you to the courtyard and sat with you on a bench, chatting as if you had known each other forever.

"Could you come help me? That boy from room 31 is causing trouble again" another nurse called and you were left alone for a while.

Leaning back, you closed your eyes and basked in the sun, doing a mental list of all the things you had to do once you were realeased.

"You need to rest, you stubborn child!" you heard your nurse exclaim and opened your eyes to see her dragging a black haired boy into the courtyard "You should learn from (Y/N)! They are taking their recovery seriously and calmly!"

The boy sighed and let the nurse walk him wherever she wanted and sat him next to you.

"I have to check on other patients, please (Y/N), call me if he starts acting up again" she said, glaring at him one last time before smiling sweetly at you as she left.

"You really must have pissed her off" you said chuckling, "she's the kindest nurse around"

The boy only sighed in response.

"Okay... Can I get your name at least?"

He stared at you for a while before responding.

"Keisuke Baji"

"Nice to meet you" you said with a small smile, "can I know why you're in such a rush to get out of here?"

"I need to check on my friends" he responded, "and cats", he muttered, turning his head to the side.

"Why don't you call them? And you could ask one of them to check on your cats, I asked my mom to do so!"

"Why not your friends?"

"Ah, I don't have any"

He turned to look at you, and felt bad seeing your saddened expression.

"Why's that?"

You looked at him, wondering if you should really tell him. Why would he care, right? But now again, he was the one to ask. Maybe he could become your friend.

"Well... You see, my soulmate is an idiot who I think constantly gets into fights and I'm left with all his injuries and scars and wounds... And I guess people just think I'm a bad influence?"

"You haven't met them?"

"Nope," you said, "but I'm gonna punch them the moment meet them"

He laughed at your words.

"Sounds fair"

"Why are you here anyway?" You asked.

"Got stabbed"

Your eyes widened at his response. It couldn't be, right?

"In your lower back?" You asked.

"Yeah, and stomach. How did y—"

You interrupted him slapping his face.

"You! You fucking reckless idiot!" You shouted at him "What the fuck were you thinking?"

You were beyond angry and kept yelling at him, reproaching him for all his careless actions through the years while he stared at you holding his cheek, listening to everything you said and waiting for you to let it all out.

"Did you not care about me? Didn't you think of all the harm you were doing to me too?" tears were falling down your cheeks as you did your best to control your trembling voice, "I've been alone all these years because of you," he opened his mouth to reply but didn't say anything, "and you almost got us both killed"

He waited, a few moments before he got closer to you, tenderly whipping your years off your face.

"I'm sorry" he said, holding your hands, examining every cut and bruise, identical to the ones on his own hands "I'm so sorry," he kissed the little scars that littered your hands, "I didn't think I had a soulmate" he said, "so I never thought of the pain I was causing you. I'm sorry, forgive me."

Your heart broke at his statement. Did he really think he was so unworthy of a soulmate? So unworthy of love?

He kept apologizing to you through tears and only stopped when you grabbed his face.

"It's okay," it was now your turn to clean his tears, "you didn't know," you gently guided his head to rest on your shoulder and felt his tears through your clothes.

You stayed like that for a while, and once you both calmed down, you properly introduced yourselves.

"A gang member?" that explained everything.

"Captain" he corrected you, "ex-captain?" he added, visibly confused.

"Ex?"

"I mean— with everything that has happened"

"No! You don't have to leave it because of me!"

"No, it's not— well, that too, but"

He told you everything about how he had gotten stabbed and why. You admired his determination and courage but also had to flick his forehead at his recklessness.

"What was that for?!"

"You fucking stabbed yourself!" you said.

"I'm sorry!"

You laughed at your current situation. This wasn't how you thought you'd meet your soulmate. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I'm happy to have finally met you, Kei," you said.

"Me too," he smiled, "I promise you you won't ever be alone again"

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Two years, six months

A/N: Don’t you guys love when I say “I’ll try to make the next one shorter” or “I’ll be posting it tomorrow/tonight/tosometime”? Because I DON’T. Anyway, this is the last fanfic scenario of this pregnant series! Yayayayay, I am actually really happy with the result and I’m glad you guys are too! And that the anoncakes that asked for them said that they’re enjoying, ah. Life goals. I hope you enjoy this one too! It’s 2:57 am so I’m not making a proof-reading. i’m lazy af, sorry!

DISCLAIMER (and, due to disclaimer, SPOILERS): this is totally headcanon, i don’t know if Law can actually inherit his childhood’ illnes to his offspring, because of the Ope Ope no Mi and all of that, but I live for DRAMA and ANGST, guys, so OF COURSE HE CAN HERE! Again, this is totallty HEADCANON~ ♥

Words: 2,477 (under the cut for OBVIAS RAZONES)

“Ah, it’s [Name]-chan!”, Bepo squeaked as soon as your feet landed on the ship’s deck; he quickly ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your cheek with his fluffy one. “Where were yooouuuuu?!”

“I’m back~”, you giggled, breathing heavily and sweating a little as you pressed the package close to your chest with one arm, the other wrapped around Bepo. You felt someone rustling your hair as Bepo kept crying. 

“We were worried”, Penguin said as he neared you, meaning that the one rustling your hair was Shachi. “Where have you been? We were leaving without you”, you rolled your eyes, smiling as you kept trapped between Bepo’s arms.

“I went to a special mission”

“Well, Captain is specially angry at you right now”, Shachi said, and you patted Bepo on his back, making him cry harder. 

“It’ll be alright”, you said, but then frowned. “I think… Is he in his room?”, they nodded. “Then I’m gonna see him now. Thank you for worrying about me”, they blush and you bowed at them after Bepo let you go. 

You quickly headed to his quaters and once you were right infront of the door, you knocked four times to let him know it was you. One knock for each syllable on “Tra-fal-gar Law”, and you were just slightly surprised when he didn’t answer, of course he would be angry, you entered his room anyway.

“Captain?”, you close the door behind you.

“Where the fuck have you been?”, he asks, his back facing you as he scribbles down in one of his journals, three books open infront of him. You sigh.

“I went to-

“Do you know how worried I was?”, you frown when he puts his pencil down but he doesn’t turn around to see you. You can see his shoulders tensing.

“I only left for a couple of hours, Law”, you try to explain. “You said it was okay if I wanted to buy some things, so I-

“But you didn’t say you were leaving!”, he finally gets up to face you and you flinch a little seeing his angry expression. “Listen, you can’t do whatever you want, whenever you want, [Name]!”, he screams, failing his arms around, he was really angry. “Your decisions affect the rest of the crew and me, why wouldn’t you tell me where were you going?”

“I just thought-

“That’s the problem!”, he interrumpts you again and you just press the package harder against your chest. “You always think only on yourself! You don’t think about the problems your actions may cause or the consequences of your acts!”

“Law!”, you try to speak up. “Let me just explain to you-

“No! I don’t want you to explain anything to me!”, he rubs his face with his hands. “Dammit, [Name]. Sometimes I wish you just leave!”, you widen your eyes. “Sometimes I can’t stand looking at your face and deal with your shit!”, you feel your cheeks starting to heat up and your eyes starting to burn. “Sometimes I wish I had not asked you to be part of my crew”, he finally sighs and doesn’t look back up at you as he sits infront of his desk again. “Tell everyone to not interrumpt me”, he says as he starts to scribble on his notebook again. 

You try to swallow the bump growing on your throat and a strangled noise comes out, Law doesn’t bother to look back as he turns just another page from his book. You nod, even when you know he can’t see you and silently make your way out of his room, you jump seeing Bepo, Shachi and Penguing right infront of you. 

“[Name]-chan”, Bepo whispers and you feel a tear falling down your eyes. 

“Ah! Captain says that he doesn’t want anyone disturbing him”, you say, smiling at them the best you could as more tears keep sliding down your cheeks. “I think I’m gonna go and take a rest, if you don’t mind”, they don’t say a thing. “Excuse me”, you bow and quickly make your way to your room, closing the door behind you. “What do I do know?”, you ask yourself before covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound of your sob.

The package pressed on your chest suddenly felt heavier as the little person growing inside your belly. It was only three months, approximately. You placed a hand on top of your tummy, if Law can’t stand looking at your face… how would he stand looking at your child’s face, even if it was his too. You sighed and got up from the floor, placing the package on your bed as you go through your things, looking for something to write and paper and, sitting on the chair infront of your desk, you start to scribble down with shaky hands; tears sometimes ruining your letter, forcing you to start again.

***

“Captain!”, Bepo screams, banging on the door. “Captain! Open the door! Captain, Captain!”, Law jumps awake and growls, dragging the chair back and getting up to open the door.

“I told [Name] to-

“[Name]-san is gone!”, Law growled again, a vein popping on his forehead.

“I clearly told her-

“She’s gone, Captain!”, Bepo repeats, finally crying and shaking Law by the shoulders. “She left! She took a few of her things and- and-

Law widened his eyes and pushed Bepo to the side, running to your room. You left a few things here and there, but your backpack, that you always left in one exact spot, was gone and so where a few things from your wardrobe. You were gone.

“She left something on the bed”, Law jumped a little when he heard a voice behind him, he didn’t recognized it and he didn’t care as he walked to your bed, watching a little packege wrapped in a brown paper and a little note at the side.

Dear Law:

By the time you read this I, hopefully, had left the ship. Don’t bother looking for me. I don’t want to be a burden for anyone… maybe this is a bit sudden, and I definately will regret this decision by the end of the day, but it’s probably the best for the crew, for you and for me, now that I think about it.

Anyway, when we were down town, yesterday, you said you needed this medicine, but since you bought a lot of books you didn’t have enough money to buy it, so, instead, I bought it for you.

I hope it works perfectly, I almost got caught by a few marines and it got a bit shook because of my running. Don’t worry about the marines, I took care of them. 

It was nice to be part of your crew, Law. And it was even nicer to be part of your personal life. You’ll always be my lover. I don’t think I’ll find anyone like you ever again. I still love you and I always will.

Take care, Law.

-Forever yours, [Name]

“Captain…”, he now recognized that sound as Bepo’s voice.

“We’re leaving”, he says, taking the medicine and the letter. 

“But, Cap-

“I said we’re leaving, Bepo”, he closes the door of your room and looks up at his navigator. “Right now”

“… Yes, Captain”.

***

You wake up at the silent crying of your child. Your eyes snapping open as you sat up in bed, he was curled beside you.

“Baby, sweetie, what’s wrong?”, you ask, brushing his bangs out of his forehead to wake him up, and you feel him burning.

“Mommy, it hurts”, he cries, opening his arms and looking up at you, you frown, looking at his redened face and eyes filled with tears. “Mommy”, he makes grabby hands at you. “It hurts and I’m cold”

You pick him up in your arms kissing his burning cheek. He’s going to die. You can’t help but cry a little. You look outside the little window and see the snow falling into the sea, but you know he’s not cold due to the weather. It’s the sickness. This sickness is taking away your child and he’s only two years old. 

No. No, it’s not going to take him away from you. You need to find someone that wants to cure him. This thing is not contagious. You need to find someone. You have to. For him. He’s too young and he has a whole world to see. He’s just a baby.

“I’ll find a doctor, Hikari”, you promise, getting into your coat the best you can with your child between your arms. “I’ll find you a good doctor that will help you feel better, my love”, you cover him up with his blanket and he wraps his arms around your neck, nuzzling in the crook between your shoulder and neck, his little legs around your torso. 

You put on the hoodie of your coat and open the door of your little house, the cold wind making you and Hikari shiver; you close the door again and got a bit scared that it would crumble down. It was too tiny, just a little square being the room-kitchen-bathroom-living room all together and it was too fragile. It maybe will come down soon. You’ll need to find another place to live.

After leaving the Heart Pirates’ crew you stayed in the same island, it was tiny, and the people were nice to you, soon enough you were part of them and they even hid you from the marines. Everyone was exceptionally nice when Hikari was born, but, after he turned one, little white marks started to appear on his face and body, you took him to the Hospital, and you were more than surprised to hear them screaming and saying horrible things at your child.

“A monster! It has the Amber Lead Syndrome! Amber Lead Syndrom!”

Needless to say you beat up everyone around you who said horrible things about your child. You didn’t know what was this illness, but the nice people around you suddenly turned their backs to you and your child, they still loved you both, though, and helped you to build a little house near the beach. 

Sometimes people would come and bring you food and all that kind of things, because they thought they’ll get the infection too. Some other times other people would come to try and kill Hikari, but of course, you were stronger and you’ll live for your child. And you have to live now because you need to find someone to cure Hikari from this. 

“How are you doing, baby?”, you ask, patting his back softly as you walk towards the little boat you bought back in time, just in case. Today was the case. 

“I’m fine, mommy”, he whispers and looks up at you, showing you his bright smile, his brightness not reaching his steel-blue eyes, you smile anyway. 

“Good, baby”, you kiss his forehead. “Why- why don’t you sing with me, hmm?”, he lets out a breathy giggle and nods, leaning into you as you start to sing softly along with him, your arms wrapping tighter around him. 

But where are you going to go? The sea is angry right now, would it have mercy on you and your dying child? And what if they try to kill Hikari again? However you can’t stop your feet, they keep guiding you to your little boat. You touch your side pocket to make sure you have the Log Pose, it is there. Also-

“Mommy”, Hikari stops singing. “Am I going to die?”, your heart contracts at his question and tears start to run down your face. You can’t lose him too.

“I don’t know, baby”, you answer honestly and he sobs. “But I’ll do the best I can to keep you alive, Hikari. You’re my light, Hikari. That’s what your name means, so I’ll not let my light go out. I’ll find you a doctor. I’ll find yo-

Oh God

“Mommy?”, he looks up at you, but you don’t look back at him, you’re too busy looking at the ship. 

“Baby”, you gasp. “Baby, cover your ears, mama is going to yell right now”, he quickly covers his ears and you take in a deep breath. “LAW!- I’m going to run now, baby, hold on tight", Hikari nods and more tears fall down your eyes as you quickly run to that ship right beside your little boat. His ship. “LAW! LAW! LAW PLEASE! I NEED- I NEED YOUR HELP!”, the sea is muffling your yelling, but your feet keep running and running and-

“[Name]?”, you jump and turn around. “Is that you?”

“Law”, you whisper and suddenly your world is spinning around two people, one in your arms, shivering and whimpering in pain and the other infront of you, looking at you wide wide eyes. “Law”, you whisper again and get closer to him, and you’re thankful when he doesn’t step back. “Law, oh God, Law, I need your help. I- I don’t know why you’re here, but I need your help, please!”

He looks at your eyes and you feel a shiver running down your spine, he’s looking at you, but then his sight goes lower unitl he’s looking at the little bump curled on your chest.

“Is that-

“Law, I don’t know what’s wrong with him”, you cry, pressing Hikari closer to you. “The doctors here don’t want to help! They call him horrible things, they try to kill him, Law. Please help me”, you uncover Hikari’s hand to show Law the white marks on his skin. “Use your ability, I can’t lose him. He’s my child. He’s-”, Law’s face is a combination of a lot of emotions, but it’s too late when you notice: “He’s your child, Law”

“Shit”, he mumbles. “Shit. Shit. Shit, [Name]!”, he looks desperate, his shoulders and hat getting covered with snow as he walks to one side to the other. “You should’ve told me before you left! Why-

“I don’t care! Just help me, dammit! Can you?!”, Hikari feels havier and you hear his breathing getting wheezy, he’s dying. In your arms, right now. “Law- Law please, he’s my baby. Help him, I’m begging you, I-

“To the ship, [Name]. Now”, he starts to walk towards the ship and you notice his shoulders shaking, and it wasn’t because of the cold. “Hurry! He’s going to die if we don’t hurry!”

“I will not let him die!”, Law looks back at you and he shivers seeing your determination.

“No, you will not”, it’s the only thing he says before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pushing you.

“Hikari?”, he hums. “Sing to mama, yes?”, he nods and his little weak voice starts to fill your ears as Law pushes you and you try to keep your legs going. 

Waste it on me

Pairing: Takeomi Akashi x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: pretty pictures and 100ish words

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, age gap (both are consenting adults)

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“Y/n, you can’t say shit like that to older guys.”

You looked up at Hakkai, who was peering over your shoulder to look at the chat.

“Who said so?”

“Common sense?”

“Never heard of her.”

“Why do Mitsuya and I even try with you?”

“You saw the elevator music behind my eyes and your paternal instincts kicked in.”

Hakkai buried his face into his hands.

“Here y/n, try this.” Mitsuya walked in, throwing the clothes which were probably more expensive than your entire existence at your face.

“Oof.” You scrunch your nose, getting up to walk out of Mitsuya’s workroom to get changed, briefly kissing his cheek as a thank you.

He sighed, throwing himself on the couch next to Hakkai.

“Should we start sneaking vitamin C in her water again? She will get scurvy at some point.”

“Yep.”

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This fic was requested by 👑J!

a/n: this is a queued post, huge apologies to everyone for not responding to any asks/replies/messages, i am very low energy today and i will try to do so if i have more energy tomorrow 💗 take care of yourselves guys, love you the most 💜

your pain is mine // hanma

shuji hanma x reader

soulmate au

cw: stalking, isolation, mentions of death, threats of violence, hanma is annoying

wc: 2.9k

note: finally finished the hanma soulmate au… i like this better than the original one i started!

You loathed having a soulmate. Whatever pain your soulmate felt, you felt, and your soulmate always seemed to have something wrong at the most inconvenient times. In the middle of taking a test, a pang in your gut. Hanging out with friends, aching in your legs. Trying to fall asleep, stinging on your cheeks. The pain was near constant.

You hated your soulmate and you had swore that the day you met them, you’d properly chew them out for all the bullshit that they put you through. And you did just that, but it didn’t end up as expected.

The man was handsome, you’d give him that, but a pretty face didn’t stop you from giving him a piece of your mind.

“And, I’m not fucking interested in being together,” had been the closing sentence as you turned to walk away. A few steps away and you doubled over as a searing pain hit your stomach. As you stayed hunched over, one hand on your stomach, the other clenched in on itself, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Interesting speech, but I don’t exactly think that’s how this works,” your soulmate was completely unfazed by your harsh words, as he pulled you up by the shoulder. You glared at him, pain finally subsiding. He had to have hit himself for you to feel pain like that so suddenly, so how was he acting so normal? “I’ll give you five days, and we’ll see if you’re ready to accept things by then,” he said before walking away from you.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Glaring at his back, you noticed a shorter man with glasses joining him as they continued to head over to a fancy black car. You didn’t bother to keep watching anymore, hurrying away to get back home, hoping to just forget about this all. He said he would see you in a week, but you hadn’t even given him your name. Your one relief was that he had no information about you, so you didn’t need to worry about seeing him again so soon like he claimed.

Day 1

You walked into the office, lunch in hand, documents for the day in the other. While you didn’t exactly like the job, you also couldn’t say that you hated it. The monotony of your day nearly drove you crazy sometimes, but work was work after all. It paid your bills, put food on the table, and allowed you plenty of extra for luxuries here and there, so for that, you were grateful.

Nearly to the elevators, you noticed your boss standing off to the side fidgeting as her eyes kept shifting over to you.

“Good morning!” You called out, wondering what the strange behavior was all about.

“Ah! Good morning!” She responded as if she was surprised to see you. She walked over hesitantly, stopping a few feet away from you, “Had you… not checked your email this morning?” She wrung her hands together, and the nervousness of her actions was starting to rub off on you.

You really think I woke up and thought to read my emails? is what you wanted to say, but you held your tongue. “Uhm… no I hadn’t. Did I miss something important?”

Her eyes scanned the room before leaning in a bit closer. “Yes, well… we actually sent out a notice of termination,” her voice was quiet, but her words rang loudly through your head.

“Termination?” your own voice came out in surprise, “Why?”

“It’s nothing personal, we’re just...um… downsizing currently,” she said some more, but you were too shocked to listen, turning away to leave the building.

Guess it’s time to look for a new job.

Day 2

Job searching was a pain; you hadn’t found any worth applying for. You decided the best way to try to forget the stress for tonight was to go to the bar near your house, just for a drink or two. A man had been eyeing you up from across the bar since the moment you walked in, before he finally gathered the courage to actually walk over to you.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” He gestured to the empty seat beside you. Normally, you would hate being bothered, but you figured there was no harm in indulging a bit tonight.

“Sure, go ahead,” you flashed him a smile, angling your body towards his seat.

The two of you talked for a long time and you found yourself genuinely enjoying the stranger’s company. He proved to be a good distraction from whatever was going on in your life.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be right back,” he said as he headed further into the bar. You nodded, turning back to sip at the drink you’ve been slowly downing.

It felt like it was taking too long for his return. You wondered if he ditched you, but you had a clear view of the hallway leading to the restrooms and you hadn’t seen him leave. After nearly 30 minutes of waiting, you got up to walk over the restrooms yourself.

There was a door past the restrooms, slightly ajar and you could hear the sounds of the street from it. Reaching your hand out as you walked toward it, you pushed it open to see an alleyway that led right back to the main road.

So, he really ditched after all.

Day 3

Waking up felt extra hard this morning, but you finally managed to pull yourself out of bed. You were determined to find a job today; as much as you hated the search, you knew you couldn’t just be jobless forever.

So, you made yourself some breakfast, before going back to your room to find a presentable outfit. Staring into the mirror, you looked at yourself, forcing a smile, silently praying it would be good enough to mask your true feelings of anxiousness. The stress was really getting to you.

The sun was warm on your skin, already brightening up your feelings as the minutes passed by. You walked around, checking out the various businesses around you, before seeing a big Hiring! Sign across the street. You hurried over, taking note that it was for a small print shop. Not ideal, but you didn’t mind working somewhere like here until you were able to find a proper job.

The bell chimed as you entered the dimly lit space, walking straight over to the counter where an older man sat with a disinterested expression as he watched a small screen playing next to him.

“Hello, I saw the hiring sign outside and I would like to apply.”

He hadn’t peeled his eyes away from the screen and you almost repeated what you said, but he spoke up without looking at you, “Hm? Hiring… oh yeah. I’ll go ahead and get a form from the back.”

A news anchor's voice filled your ears as you waited alone. You looked over at the screen that sat on the counter, not really interested in what was going on, but needing something to focus your eyes on.

“In other news, a man was found dead in a lake by a passerby. Autopsy shows that he’d been dead since late last night or possibly early this morning…” the voice droned on, and you nearly looked away until a photo flashed up onto the screen, as they read out the victim’s name along with the photo of him. You nearly gasped as you looked at the photo displayed, not hearing anything else that was reported.

That’s the man from last night.

Day 4

You woke up to your phone buzzing on your nightstand, letting you know that there were continuous notifications. You rubbed your eyes, reaching over to see what was happening.

‘What the hell is wrong with you?’

‘I didn’t know you were that kind of person.’

‘Don’t fucking talk to me again, then.’

You barely read any of the messages but your eyes flew open wide, seeing multiple of your friends sending you harsh words out of nowhere. You hadn’t even communicated with some of them in a while, what were they even mad at you for? Quickly unlocking your phone, you went through various social media apps, reading over the chats with everyone and you were scared to see messages on your end saying things that you had never sent.

You quickly tried to text people that you must’ve been hacked, that there was no way you would say such things to them, but you were either already blocked or just got varying responses of ‘Fuck off.’ You sat in bed trying to do damage control, making posts telling the people who have you added that someone got into your account, but it didn’t seem to help. You eventually just turned off your phone, not wanting to see the words your friends decided to hurl at you for words that you never said.

Getting dressed, you opted to just head back to the printshop to turn in your application, hoping you can just hurry up and get hired. Same as before, you entered to see the man watching some show again, either too absorbed in his show to notice you or too unbothered to care.

“Excuse me, I’m just turning in the hiring application,” you held out the paper to him and his eyes looked over before widening at seeing you.

“Actually, we aren’t hiring! Sorry!” His voice was almost panicked. You narrowed your eyes, about to retort back that he should’ve said something sooner, but he continued on first, “I think it’s best you leave. Goodbye!” He hopped off the stool that he sat on, and rushed to a room in the back, slamming the door shut louder than necessary.

You stood there dumbfounded for a moment, the weird behavior from the man almost creeping you out. Whatever the hell that was about, you didn’t have the time to dwell on it, walking out to job hunt yet again.

It’s just one misfortune after the other.

Day 5

What was the point of getting up? You were drained from all the bullshit the week has put you through and you were ready for it to all be over.

You sat in bed staring down at your sheets for an unknown amount of time, only to be taken out of your trance by a harsh knock at your door. Whoever it was kept knocking, as if desperate to get in.

“All right, all right. I’m coming,” mumbling to yourself as you threw on a robe and went to look in the peephole to see who could possibly be visiting so early this morning. A wave of worry hit, thinking it could be one of your pissed off friends coming to yell at you in person, but you were relieved to see it was just your landlord.

As soon as you swung open the door, your landlord started talking, “Sorry for the short notice, but you're being evicted. Now.”

“Huh?!” You stared at him with wide eyes. There was no way this was happening! First you lost your job, now your home? Although he threw in a Sorry, his expression looked anything but that, clearly not caring at all for dropping this news on you.

“Now? There’s no way that’s legal!” Panic was rising up inside of you. There was no where you could go, and with everyone in your life mad at you, it’s not like you had any friends to help out.

“With enough money, anything can be legal,” it was then that you noticed him brushing over a huge stack of bills in his hand. What did that have to do with evicting you?

You were at a loss for words. Too much was happening to you, you couldn’t stand it. There was no way you were a bad enough tenet that he had to kick you out. “Why are you even evicting me?”

“Dunno… ask him,” he pointed his thumb to the side, and you peeked out of the doorway to see who he could be referring to. You hadn’t expected to see the man from the other day standing there, a small smile gracing his face.

My soulmate, you had to remind yourself. You had pushed him to the furthest corner of your mind, but now that he was here you remembered his words. Five days. And today marked the fifth. But… how? You two had never met before that day, neither of you exchanged so much as names, so how the hell did he know where you were living?

“You… why are you here?” Your tone was harsh, angry to see his face again. Just what you needed on top of your already shitty week. You momentarily forgot that apparently he had something to do with your eviction.

He walked over to you slowly, looking you over. “I’m here to pick you up. I assume you’re ready to accept being’ with me?” He gave you a smile again, but it didn’t look like one filled with any joy; it was cunning, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

You scoffed, “Like hell I’m going anywhere with you,” you turned back to your landlord, ready to start arguing with him over the unfairness of springing this onto you, but before you were able to get a word out, you nearly fell over at a sudden pain shooting up your leg. Your soulmate kicked his own leg in a spot that hurt you more than you expected and you once again were left wondering how he was unaffected, as you watched him walk over to you.

“Not like you have anywhere else to go, right? No job, no friends, and now you have no place to live. I’m offerin’ to fix that.”

You paused at his words, “How did you know that?”

“Know what?” He asked, faking cluelessness, but the two of you knew better than to think he was fooling you. You stared him down and again you were met by that stupid smile that you wish you could wipe off of his face. “How would I not know that?

I’m the one that caused it all.”

Fury took over as soon as the words left his mouth. You had an inkling of an idea that he was the cause of your problems the moment he slipped that he knew about your recent misfortunes, but the confirmation was enough to cause rage to boil over. You raised your fist up to punch him, not thinking about how you’ll be able to feel the pain as well when it lands, but he grabbed your wrist before you could make contact with his face.

His grip tightened, causing you to wince. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” voice showing a hint of amusement at your actions, “it’ll hurt you more than it would ever hurt me.” You tried to pull your hand back to your side, but he refused to let you go.

“Now… let’s start over, and have the first meeting that we should’ve had. I already know all about you, but I don’t mind pretending. I’m Hanma Shuji.”

“I don’t care,” you spat out, pulling at your wrist again, but the difference in strength was obvious. The fact that he claimed to know all about you made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to run away from him.

He gripped on tighter, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he turned you back to your apartment door, “We’re gonna go in and gather up your belongings, and you’re gonna behave.” He guided you inside, cloning the door behind the two of you. “Act out if you want, but I know just the right places to make it hurt for you. A little pain won’t bother me, but you…” his voice trailed off but you knew what he was saying. You weren’t going to be able to handle it like him. After seeing it first hand, that he was willing to hurt himself to hurt you, you believed his words.

“Whatever you can’t bring now will be picked up by my men,” his hand touched the small of your back, pushing you forward slightly. You didn’t want to go anywhere with Hanma, but you didn’t want to experience any of the pain that he threatened to cause you.

So you back to pack up some stuff, fuming at how things could turn out so wrong. You looked over at him, watching as he picked around at some magazines. Marks on his hands caught your attention, and you realized he had a tattoo on each one, as you strained to make up what they said.

Sin and Punishment.

And you took it as a sign from the universe that he was to be your own punishment, sent to you for whatever horrid crimes that you must have committed in a past life. You silently cursed the universe and then yourself.

You knew, without a doubt, that you hated the idea of soulmates, and you hated him.

Time magic shenanigans and MC’s kids from the future come to visit them. Though something is off. While all the kids do share some features with MC, they all look different. One has draconic features, one has lion ears, one is incredibly beautiful etc

All the kids are from different timelines where MC ended up having kids with someone different.

That begs the question: What timeline are they in now?

cw: fem!MC who has children (in alternate timelines)

Bro imagine a MOB of children, like 20 whole kids, rushing onto NRC’s campus in a mad dash to find you. A whole kindergarten worth of kids tugging your skirt, calling you mom, asking where their papa is. Personally I would run, that’s literally the most terrifying thing I could ever think of.

The kids don’t know each other so you quickly rule them out as siblings (and your coochie sighs in relief). So, how can they all be your kids and how did they end up here?

Eventually Vargas helps you round up all the children and Crowley stages an intervention. The dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders are there, and of course your first year friends tag along. Unable to be left out of anything, Cater and Floyd are also there, and at the behest of Lilia, Silver also shows up.

The children scatter to their respective ‘fathers’ immediately. Some take it better than others (Cater “I’ve only known my kid for 30 minutes but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself” Diamond immediately starts snapping photos for magicam with #meetmykid ; meanwhile, Leona is 2 seconds away from throwing his out of the castle window).

“Well, the most reasonable explanation is a case of time travel magic gone wrong,” Crowley begins, perturbed by the scene in front of him. “We must find a way to send them back immediately - I simply don’t have the funds to support twenty children! I shall contact the Royal Sword Academy for their collaboration posthaste.”

You’re about to open your mouth in protest- Crowley’s enthusiasm for finding the children a way back home already outmatched any effort he had put into finding your way back home- but Crowley is already out of the door, leaving you and your children and your babydaddies in the room alone.

“Maybe we should just kill them.” Leona mumbles under his breath, swatting at the curious hand that pulled at his tail.

“Moral implications aside, have you ever heard of the butterfly effect, you oafish buffoon? Anything we say or do could disrupt the current timeline.” Vil spits. Despite this, his fingers are tangled in the blond locks of his child, braiding their hair with care.

“This is just like that new spring anime My Harem’s Children Came To Find Me in My Own Timeline*!” Idia’s voice rings from his tablet. His child is poking through the settings proficiently, able to find and download a rhythm game on their own.

“Shut up about your hentai.” Ace scoffs, “Literally no one wants to hear about that.”

“I-It’s not a hentai! It’s way more complex than that.” He huffs, a ‘not like you normies would know the difference’ muttered under his breath. “It’s humorous, romantic, and tragic! Only one child is a part of the prime timeline. The heroine will never see the other children again!”

A hush falls over the room, save for the babble of some of the more talkative children.

“Prime timeline, hm?“ Azul muses, hair ruffled and hat commandeered by his miniature counterpart. “That means only one of us will end up with _______.”

“Well, it’s obviously me.” Vil starts, to which Leona scoffs.

“Yeah right. Why’d they want to be with someone with a perpetual stick up his ass?”

Malleus gives a dark chuckle. “As if you’d have any better of a chance, Kingscholar.”

“What’s that supposta mean, you overgrown lizard!?”

The boys are fighting. It would almost be funny if it weren’t equal parts terrifying.

So, who’s the winner in this timeline? Find out on the next episode of *MHCCTFMIMOT!

There’s A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom

dick grayson x afab!reader

aka the professional boyfriend

warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)

Dick Grayson is a vigilante. He’s a master martial artist and gymnast. He’s something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that he’s basically a professional boyfriend. That he’s your professional boyfriend.

And pride really is the right word. He’s so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when you’re too tired and make you laugh like it’s his job. He’s absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.

You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dick’s shoulder. “I’m worried the navy one is too…much.” You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.

He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, “Too much?”

You look over at him, matching his expression. “It’s really short. I mean it’s cute and I like it, but…I don’t know, this is kind of a fancy event isn’t it?” 

He puckers his lips, shaking his head. “Short’s good. I like short.” Yeah, you’d noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.

You laugh, “And I’m sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.”

His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. “The black one’s good too.”

You peer over into one of the bags, “Or there’s the red one with the—”

Dick shakes his head quickly, “Not red.”

You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. “Then why did I get it?”

“Just for me.” He pauses, “Or for something my brother won’t be at.” He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. “No, the black one looked great on you. And we won’t have to go searching for a matching tie.” 

Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.

You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. “Will you please let me hold some?” You frown.

“Will you please hold my hand?” He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You don’t notice it, but he’s got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.

You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, “Don’t touch that!” followed by him clamoring like you’re about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.

“Oh my god..” you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look. 

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.

“Not a thing.” He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, you’re surprised he didn’t attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.

He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. “When do we need to leave?”

“Uh…” he glances at the wall clock, “Not till seven.” He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. “You wanna get something to eat before we go?”

You muse, “This is the one with those mini stakes, isn’t it?” He nods. “No, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.”

His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips. 

You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when you’re interrupted by his relentless fervor.

“Ah, ah.” He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. “Give me a kiss.” 

“Dick.”

“Just one.” Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. “Thank you, baby.”

You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. “Ah, I’m not new around here. I know where this’ll go if I let you.”

He nods complaisantly, “Then let me.” His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay.  

It doesn’t last too long though because the second you’re back in the room he’s trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though there’s a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.   

He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too. 

“I wanna marry you.” He murmurs into your neck after a while. 

You laugh incredulously, “Have you been drinking when I have my back turned?”

“‘M serious.” He nudges you off him so he can look at you.

You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. “You’re being very…” you scrunch up your mouth to the side, “…Ostentatious today.” 

He barks out a laugh, “Wow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?”

You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. “I’m going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.” you say, running your finger over his lips. 

He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. “Let me marry you?” 

You sigh bashfully, “Dick—”

“Please?” He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. You’re not convinced he doesn’t have a superpower in that area.

You know he’s not really proposing right now, he’s too much of a romantic to do it like this. He’s just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. It’s working.

“I’d be such a good husband to you.” He kisses your collarbone, “So good.” He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. He’s being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to.  

“Mrs. Grayson…” he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. “Doesn’t that sound pretty?”

It really does. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about marrying him before. He’s nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.

Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. “Buy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ‘n a big party just for you.” He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.

He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. “Come home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,” He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. “Kiss this pretty pussy.” He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.

You’re not nearly as hesitant on this as you’re pretending to be, and you both know it. But he’s perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend you’re not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. “I’ll think about it…” 

He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.

He’s trying real hard to land that promotion.

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Three years, seven months

A/N: Anon… your scenario/reactions became a long ass fics… I hope you don’t mind too much? You can’t blame me, though! It’s such a nice prompt?? Sorry for any grammar mistakes and so and, of course, because is long as fuck. 

I’m posting Ace’s right now, the others are on the way, hopefully a little shorter, i don’t know how you guys feel about this?? Let me know, please. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this~

Words: 1958 (under the cut!!!)

“You were so stupid!”, Ace yells, his factions taken by anger. His cheeks, forehead and neck bright red as he keeps screaming at you. In front of everyone. In front of Shirohige. You feel your own cheeks burning bright red due to the embarrasment and even a little anger aswell.

“Stop calling me that, Ace!”, you try to sound less erritated, letting out a soft sigh befor speaking up again. “It was an accident! I didn’t mean to-”

“You could’ve die! Are you out of your mind?”, he screams, arms flailing around. “You could’ve kill us!”, you’ve never seen him so angry before and you feel your stomach twisting in a very uncomfortable way, and that makes you worry.

Ace has been yelling at you for half an hour now, and some part, deep inside you, knew he has the right to be acting like this. The events from earlier really did mean something for all the crew.

You accidentally almost got killed by an enemy when you tried to protect the ship. You were a bit stupid, to be truth, jumping out to fight even thought you were already severely injured. Everyone was sick worried about you, and your mistake caused a little bit of more troubles than solutions, but when they saw you were alright everything was back to place and there was laughter and soft pats on your back, calling you a suicidal but with gentle eyes and smiles. Even Shirohige forgave you, saying that you were a the bravest daughter and even patting you in the head.

However, when everyone was starting to celebrate yet another victory, Ace came and started to yell at you, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you just enough little too hard. 

“I can’t protect you every time you’re in trouble!”, he says. “We can’t protect you!”

“I can protect myself!”, that definitely got into your ego. “I appreciate that everyone worries about me, but I can protect m-”

“No! No you can’t! You’re not strong enough! You shouldn’t be in this ship. I-”

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