Kiddos 

soft headcanons for your soul

akaashi who would kiss your hand as a form of affection, 

sugawara who would prefer to intertwine his pinky with yours instead of holding hands

iwaizumi who goes weak at the knees when you kiss the stretch marks around his biceps..

kita who bakes cookies with you, always volunteering to operate the oven because he doesn’t want you getting hurt

kuroo who is actually a great hugger despite his height, 

bokuto who likes it when you hum him to sleep after a long day

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Definitely Bakugou

Katsuki was sleeping on the couch with his headset on after playing with Kirishima and the other boys, “Baby, hey, bubs I’m heading out.” He hummed with his eyes closed “Huh?” “I’m heading out real quick okay? I love you.” You kissed his cheek before grabbing your keys. “You want me to grab your shoes?” His voice sounding gruff “No baby, I’m okay thank you.” “Here.” You turned around to see him holding his wallet out to you, you giggled. “Katsu, no it’s okay baby.” You began to walk out the living room “Babe, what time is it?” He said as he rubbed his eyes, “It’s past ten baby.” “Okay…. What? Wait,wait,wait. TEN?!?” You started to laugh as he quickly took off his headset , Katsuki got up and immediately put on his slides next to the couch and his hoodie that he took off. “No, no, no baby, It’s okay! I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, no baby I’m not letting you go out this late, fuck that.” He grabbed his phone before walking with you. “Katsu, I promise I’ll be quick.” “Nah babe, I’m going with you.” He grabbed your hand before walking out the front door, “Katsuki! Please you don’t have to come with me.” “No I don’t care, I ain’t trying to have you killed or shit by these fuckers out here.” You started to laugh as he closed the front door and grabbed your hand again walking to your car, “You never know what could happen this fucking late babe.” “Baby, I done it before and came back fine.” “That’s the last fucking time you ever go out this late without me.” He grabbed your keys to start the car and drive to the store with you.

He bought everything btw

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nxx boys when fem!reader almost dies during childbirth? i’m in the mood for angst with a happy ending

ANON I'M ALSO IN THE MOOD >:) LET'S GO

ToT men when their S/O almost dies during childbirth pt. 1

headcanons + scenarios

character/s: Artem Wing, Luke Pearce

pronouns: she/her

warning/s: mentions of death, blood, pregnancy, childbirth, angst

notes: i did a lot of research as idk much abt childbirth beforehand, but i really enjoyed writing this. it took every ounce of my willpower not to give this a tragic turn SGSJHSJS i reminded myself over and over "anon wants a happy ending, anon wants a happy ending" so here u go

You can find Marius and Vyn's parts here. comments and rbs are appreciated <3

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No matter how busy work had been at the firm, Artem never once made you feel neglected during the whole course of your pregnancy

He would check on you after every hour whenever he's at work, asking you what you're feeling, or if there were sudden signs that signal your labor

At this point he might as well not be bothering with paperworks with how his thoughts always fly to you and your well-being

Especially now that you're nearing your due date

He was so worried that he issued you a maternity leave even if you're being stubborn about it, he can't risk any danger when it comes you and the child

A week before your child is due, he also took a leave to keep an eye on his soon-to-be family. He doesn't want you to do anything on your own, always doting on you every step of the way

He's been making sure that everything would go smoothly. So, what could go wrong?

Artem gently placed the side of his head on your belly, feeling the little guy's kicks that's currently causing the ache on your abdomen as the rays of sunlight coming through the window kissed his blithe features. The soft breeze of the wind hits your face with a lighthearted caress, in contrast to the painful contractions that had gradually showed itself since last week.

"Are you feeling a little better?" He gazed at your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You flashed a languid smile, "It throbs harder everyday, but I can manage," You rubbed your hand on your belly, the other smoothing Artem's hair, "He keeps getter bigger," You chuckled, "We'll meet him soon."

Artem lifted his head up and beamed beside you on the bed, "Yes, soon. I'm excited as you are, love," He placed his hand on the back of your head to pull you closer, "I can't wait to raise this family with you. I promise to be the best husband and dad you two could ever ask for." He murmured on your hair, as he took a breath to take in your scent, "I wonder who he'll look like?"

You were about to coo at him when you felt something burst on your nether regions, "Artem!" you felt a gush of water and a trickle of blood down your legs, wetting the sheets beneath you, "The sac has ruptured," You panted rapidly, the sharp ache on your back intensifying, "Ah!" you yelped, the contractions keep tightening on your stomach.

Realization hit you when your eyes saw red staining the bed, "Artem, Why is there blood? Isn't this supposed to be just water?" You panicked as you clung to Artem. Your eyes widened as disheartening thoughts fill your head, What will happen to the baby?

With precise movements to not hurt you any further, Artem lifted you up, his arms on your shoulder and at the back of your knee, "It's going to be alright, Y/N. Let's get you to the hospital." He reassured you even when you can see panic dancing full-circle in his cerulean eyes. He's terrified.

The trip to the hospital in Artem's car was full of comforting whispers and words of reassurance, he didn't know if it was effective, because he was too focused on keeping his calm and to remain logical. He then called the hospital's number so they can immediately attend to you once you arrived.

As soon as Artem stepped foot inside the hospital he quickly alerted the nurses about your situation, they hurriedly complied and immediately set you up on the delivery room.

While all of these are taking place, you can't shake up the thought that's wallowing in your head, Is my son okay? You can't even ask these words out loud, the contractions in your uterus is too excruciating to bear, eliciting a wail from you every minute or so. Artem squeezing your hands for comfort the whole time.

After some moments, the doctor was finished assessing your situation. With gritted teeth, he announced to everyone in the room in full volume, "Cesarean section. Everyone gather up!" Upon hearing this, the nurses became even more alert as they hurriedly went on to get instruments that you barely recognize.

Artem perked up from the doctors words. Cesarean? Then he sked the question that's been eating up both your sanity, "What's wrong?" His brows furrowed, "Will they be alright?"

As he anxiously waits for the doctor's response, the nurses kept murmuring alerted words to each other, implying that what had happened to you isn't normal, stressing Artem out even more.

"Sir, let's take this outside. We're going to perform a surgery, it's preferable for you to be in the lobby."

Artem casted a look towards your worn out body, eyes completely showing panic, yet he complied and went outside.

"Sir," The doctor called firmly, "It appeared as though her placenta had been seperated from her uterus. This is called placental abruption, and may cause shock if left untreated." The doctor calmly replied as the nurses kept moving in a speed Artem didn't know possible.

What?

His blood ran cold.

"Are you..." He trailed off, "Are you saying she'll die?" Artem's words came flying out of his mouth before he could even think. His blue orbs gaping at your pale form in great devastation through the room's window, his voice cracking.

"No- sir. I'm saying that's a possibility."

"She's still bleeding so much..." Running his hands on his hair, he gaped at red pooling under your form in horror. Everything is red. Your once clean clothes are now bathed in your own blood.

"Yes, we will perform transfusions to prevent blood loss and greater complications. Please calm down, sir. I need to go now."

Alright. Calm down. Artem closed his eyelids, and took a deep breath, Your wife and son might die in front of your eyes, but calm down. Trust the professionals. He tried to convince himself, but the red surrounding you not leaving his mind.

"Please. Please save her." He begs with a crack in his voice, eyes distressed as the situation crashed down on him like a ton of bricks, with trembling hands he whispered, "I love them than my own life." He clenched his chest with his hand, he could kneel right now if he has to. "I don't think I can take it if i ever lose one, or both of them."

The doctor turned to open the door, "Will do, sir." Those words did nothing to ease the grief that's piling up in Artem's heart. His wife and his son, the two people he swore to protect, seems so far away.

His angel hasn't even been born yet. Artem felt hopeless as he leaned on the wall, mind racing. You could die and all he can do is watch. And wait. Wait until he hears either the news of the surgery's success or your impending death.

Head in hands, Artem waited. Eyes staring blankly on the floor.

His sense of reality is slipping away by the moment. Yet he knows he needs to remain strong for his family's sake. He's the father, after all.

So he kept waiting. Without letting the dam break, he waited.

What had gone wrong? He kept pulling out his hair, Am I not cautious enough? He let out a huff as he kept tapping his foot in exasperation.

The hours ticked, the hues of the sky began to change, people began coming back and forth, and he still waited.

After for what seemed like eternity, the door opened.

Faster than lightning, Artem stood before the doctor and desperately searched their face for signs if you had lived or not, "How is the operation?" voice raspy from the lump in his troat, Artem swallowed in anticipation.

"Sir," The doctor grinned, and Artem felt hope spark like fireworks in his whole being, "They're both alive and well."

His once sullen eyes soften, and a smile of relief washes over him in waves, "I owe you their life." He was truly thankful. You and his child are alive. He can be at peace now.

"No need sir, it's part of my job," The doctor then gestured inside, "you can come in now. I'm sure you're the one they need the most."

They. Artem's eyes lit up at the word.

Artem peeked at the door, his eyes meeting your exhausted ones, an IV line attached to you, giving you life, "Look, Artem..." you were holding the baby to your chest, even amidst your tired disposition, you smiled with fondness at the newborn.

Seeing this sight made Artem's heart swell beautifully, "Love of my life," he made his way to your side and gently kissed your forehead, you felt his utter relief and sweetness in his warm kiss alone, "I'm so glad the two of you are alive." He smiled as he sat at the chair just beside your bed.

"You should rest," The doctor intercepted, "You can let your husband carry your son in the meantime."

"Of course," You beamed as you handed Artem the little bundle of joy, "Artem, our baby," You grinned so wide your cheeks were going to burst, "I'm just so happy right now, I," You can't control the emotions washing over you when you realized that this is it, a family with Artem, "I love you so much Artem." You gazed at him, eyes beginning to feel droppy, you reached out to his face to rub circles on his cheeks.

"Stay with me forever?" You blurted out in the heat of the moment, but you didn't mind. You truly wanted to stay forever with Artem.

From your words, Artem felt tears pooling his eyes. He's not an emotional person per se, he never was - but from what had happened, he can't help but to cherish this moment.

What did he do to deserve you? "You didn't have to ask. I'll stay with you forever no matter what." As he said those words, your eyelids started to get heavy, a peaceful slumber dawning on you.

"She lost 4 liters of blood." The doctor declared as he adjusted the instruments around you.

Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Now Artem isn't one to curse - but hearing straight from the doctor's mouth how much you suffered, he couldn't stop himself from feeling so helpless.

You struggled alone back there.

In his eyes, you're the bravest person in the world right now. More than pity, more than the sorrow he feels, he admires you.

You had always been admirable.

"I love you... I love you so much my love..." As he watched your unconscious body breath in and out, clearly showing signs of life.

Knowing that he can feel your warmth, that he can feel that you're still here with him when he thought you would slip away, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

He let the tears he had been holding back for so long spill out to his cheeks as he looked at his little angel, his beloved child, in his arms. His eyes traveled the baby's face, seeing your sacrifices in the delicate features.

"I'm so glad..." He's going to make sure to show all of his love possible to his child, as he kissed his forehead filled with promises of the future.

He's the happiest guy on earth when he first heard that you were pregnant

HE'S GOING TO BE A DAD!?!?

WAIT AND THEY'RE TWINS!?!?

LITTLE WATSONS ARE GOING TO BE RUNNING AROUND REAL SOON!?!?

This is a VERY important event for him

Naturally he's going to be extra caring of you, well, he has always been a caring person but he's taking it to another level rn

He even began learning to cook more healthy food for you! He'll really do anything for you and the baby

Even if his time is short, he wants to do everything he can for you to make it count

"I'm gonna live my life like everyday's the last" type of shi :(((

He has loved you all his life and always will. even in his remaining days, he would still pour all of that love to you, unchanging

The both of you are trying your best, and he knows he's being overprotective so he didn't think that something so life-threatening would happen to you and his lil watsons

You woke up in cold sweat as the dim light of the room filled your vision, your body feels like it's burning up. Hands instinctively flying to your forehead, you grimaced at the sudden spike of heat. You have a fever.

While pregnant.

Your mind reeled, it was almost your due date, what are the chances of having a fever almost before labor? Despite your increasing worry, and the throbbing headache that makes you just want to lay in bed, you still have half the mind to take care of yourself.

Even with weakened arms, you managed to push yourself up the bed, groaning at the increasing pounding in your head.

You tilted your head to the side to be met by a dozing Luke. His ginger locks were sprawled on his pillow, soft snores emanating from his parted lips, his shirt hiked up high enough to reveal his muscled stomach as he slept like a log.

You find yourself giggling through the various pains you feel throughout your body. He just looks so adorable.

After a few moments, you helped yourself up off the bed, careful not to make extra movements as not to wake Luke. He had been working on a lot of cases lately, you didn't want to disturb his awaited rest.

Your wandering feet made it's way to the kitchen, the cold floor hitting your heated skin. You walk with wobbly steps, almost stumbling if not for the support of the walls your hands had found it's way to, the baby bump kept giving you contractions, adding to the flames of pain that your head permeated.

You got yourself a glass of water, the liquid felt a little dry on your mouth, you were so thirsty.

Halfway through the drink, you felt a particular sharp pain on your abdomen that shook your entire core, "AHHHHHH!" You lost your grip on the glass, it's broken pieces now scattered across the floor.

"Y/N!" as soon as your scream evaporated in the air, you saw Luke rushing towards you like his life depended on it. Bed hair and all, fast reflexes hauled you into an embrace, his eyes scanned your body for any injuries, hues widening when he felt your heat on his bare arms, "Shit, you have a fever," He tugged at your arm gently, "we should get you checked up."

You followed him in a haze, "I'm worried luke," You cringed, the pain coming in shorter intervals, "I'm not suposed to have a fever. What if this affects the baby? Luke, we could lose them! "

"Shhhh," He cupped your cheeks and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, "Relax, love. I'll make sure you're safe alright? The three of you." With furrowed browns, and a stern expression that contradicted his words, he began carrying you bridal style.

When you got to the hospital Luke was all shouting, amidst the excruciating pain that your whole body is feeling you heard him scream a "Please help us!"

As if on cue, almost every nurse present in the lobby dropped what they were doing and rushed to get a stretcher to guide you to the delivery room.

"I have a fever." You immediately choked out as soon as the doctor arrived in the room. The nurses looked at each other. Realizing your situation, the doctor quickly ordered the nurses to turn on the ultrasound to examine what had gone wrong.

After some minutes, the doctor's brows furrowed before her eyes widened in apprehension, "Set up FHR monitoring, now!" Her voice echoed loudly throughout the four corners of the room, making everyone move at a speed you could only pinpoint as alarmed, "This is a fetal distress case, everyone be alert! " Some of the nurses' heads turned to the monitor, upon seeing what's happening inside you, they let out a troubled gasp.

Luke was bewildered, the nurses were all shuffling in frenzy, screams spilling out of their mouths as they ordered the other what to do.

Luke swallowed the lump in his throat, the atmosphere screamed of danger and seriousness, it was making his heart dishearted with every beat.

"Sir, we need you to go outside. An operation is about to commence." A nurse suddenly said from beside him. "I'll explain the situation outside."

Luke casted a glance on your weakened state, your breathing rapid as you pant, you were clutching on your stomach as you hiss in pain every now and then. "Y/N. You'll be alright." He cupped the side of your face, "You're strong." You smiled at his words, and that's all he needed to see before leaving you to go outside.

"So," Luke crossed his arms, unspoken panic in his eyes, "What happened?"

The nurse looked at him straight in the eyes as she declared, "The monitor showed us what was happening to your children inside, the umbilical cords were wrapped around their necks. This might cause asphyxia, they could be pronounced as stillbirth from suffocation."

His crossed arms began to loosen, falling to his sides limply, "What?" He gaped. They could what?

"Both the mother and child are at dangerous risk." She pressed her lips tightly, "They could lose their lives."

What?

The doctor's words reached his ears with a pang, he suddenly can't speak, it felt like someone had stabbed him in the back.

All he felt at that moment was cold.

He was silent for a few moments, eyes cast down, shadows hovering his face, his eyes began to water but he held everything back in with a sniffle, pressing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"Then," He choked out, fighting back a sob, "Can you save them? The three of them?" His lips trembled as a heavy lump formed in his throat, unable to swallow it, he forced his words out of his blocked windpipe, "My most precious people? "

"You can count on us," The nurse gave him an encouraging smile, "We will perform a cesarean section so the babies can be safely let out to breath," She turned to get back to the delivery room, "We ask for your patience, sir. Be strong for your wife."

Still sniffling, he replied with a forced smile, "Of course." He says that, but no one knows how much he wanted to break down right now. The thought of you and your children dying first before him never crossed his mind before.

But now that the situation presented itself before him, he can't help but laugh.

So this is how it feels when you're about to lose a loved one, huh.

Realizing what he just thought, he quickly slapped his cheeks, They won't die. Y/N is strong. Stronger than I give her credit for.

He knows he should have faith, but the unknown just scares him so much. He thinks about your eyes filled with light. Alive. Shining brightly at him when he needs it the most.

But now, as his mind flashed images of your bedridden form, the possibily of life leaving your body filled his senses. You laying there cold, you laying there dead. Along with his beloved children.

He can't take it.

He just sat there as the quiet midnight hours pass by, the eerie and dead silence of the night adding up to his cruel thoughts, as he gritted on his fingernails.

He can hear the panicked shouting of the doctors inside the room, he can't help but to think what you're feeling right now. Is it painful? Can you bear it?

He just wants to carry your burdens, if only he's the one who could experience this, it wouldn't be so bad. As long as you weren't hurting, that's always enough for him. You're the one he had always longed to have a future with, please do not take this away from me.

He silently wished for your well-being the whole time he was waiting. After for what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finally came out, her lips turned up in a smile, "Operation success, Sir. You can go inside now."

Luke's expression turned into a 180, from sullen eyes to smile as bright as the sun, with blush coating his cheeks he said enthusiastically, "Thank you so much, doc!"

Like a child, he marched up to you, almost enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, but he stopped himself when he realized it'll do more harm than good.

As he sat on the chair beside your bed, he can't help but praise you for being so strong, "You did well, my watson." He rubbed sooting circles on your cheeks, making you smile.

"I was scared," you confessed, "I saw how the umbilical cords were wrapped on our babies' necks." You looked at Luke with shaking eyes, "I thought it was all over for me."

"Hey," Luke gave you a peck on the cheeks, "I'm here. I won't leave you alone to deal with all of this." He then moved his warm lips to yours and pressed a firm kiss, "Your burden is my burden. Let's be strong together for our children, Y/N." You smiled as you pecked him on the lips back.

"Here they are! Little cuties!" Two nurses approached the two of you, your bundle of joys in hand.

"This one's the boy," The nurse handed him to Luke, "This one's the girl." You wrapped your arms around your baby in a warm embrace, forgetting all the pain that you fekt earlier when you saw thei faces.

"Whoa!" Luke blushed as he cradled mini Luke in his strong arms, "He's so cuuuute!" Luke gushed with sparkle in his eyes as he started humming a song for the baby, "I know you'll be handsome, but please don't be a heartbreaker one day!" Luke made a stern face on the innocent boy, making you chuckle with delight.

Not for long, the two of you decided to swap the babies you're carrying, the little girl now in Luke's arms.

"Y/N. You resemble her." He beamed at you, "She's so cuuuute!" He gushed again and you let out a snort. Looking at him, your minds drift to the distant future filled with moments like these.

Luke continued cradling the baby with tenderness, "This is the best day of-"

"Luke, I love you so much." You suddenly blurted out, "You're my other half, I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you for always being here." You gazed at him lovingly, "I love you so much..."

Heat flared his cheeks but he mirrored your expression, "Y/N, I love you too. I will do everything I can to protect you. I'll even risk my life if I had to!"

"Please don't. I want you to be alive and happy." You turned to the baby in your arms, taking in his features.

Luke smiled bitterly as he watched the lighthearted scene before him, alive and happy, huh?

I'm sorry Y/N. You'll be heartbroken. He knows it.

Brushing off the negative thoughts, he went on the cherish this moment right here, right now, without worrying about the future.

I'll love you forever, even after death.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/28/21

hi!! can i req some fic with malleus x reader where his lover suddenly avoid and ignore him for days so malleus confront you one day bc he couldn't handle it anymore. also the reason of avoidance is bc u think you're not fit to be with him since he's a royal and you're just an ordinary human. i just want it to be sooo angsty at start but gets fluff later. thank you!!

Malleus Draconia x reader

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it <3

You hadn’t meant to hurt him, but somehow, that’s exactly what you were doing.

It started a few days ago. A nagging thought had burrowed into your mind, gnawing away at your self-esteem. What are you doing with someone like him? Malleus Draconia, the Crown Prince of Briar Valley, a powerful fae with a lineage as ancient as time itself. And you? Just an ordinary human, with nothing particularly remarkable about you—certainly nothing that made you worthy of standing at his side.

The weight of the difference between you two had grown unbearable, until it became all-consuming.

So, you stopped going to the castle. Stopped seeking him out for walks in the woods, for evening tea beneath the stars. When you did see him by chance, you’d look away, avoid his eyes, excuse yourself before any meaningful conversation could happen. The thought of him realizing how ill-suited you were as his partner terrified you more than anything else.

So, you pushed him away. If you could distance yourself now, it would hurt less later, right?

But then came the quiet moments at night, alone in your room, where the guilt twisted in your gut like a knife. Malleus had always been nothing but kind to you—soft-spoken and gentle, full of unspoken warmth. Yet here you were, hurting him without giving him the chance to understand why.

The third day of your avoidance dawned overcast, as if the sky itself was mirroring the storm within your heart. You hadn’t even made it down the path leading away from your cottage when you saw him—Malleus, standing there like a statue, waiting for you.

You froze. There was no escaping now.

“Malleus,” you managed to breathe, his name heavy on your tongue.

He looked at you, his usual composed expression tinged with something unfamiliar. Worry? Sadness? No, it was deeper than that—something you had never seen before in his eyes. He's hurt.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken questions. “Why are you avoiding me?”

Your throat tightened. The raw vulnerability in his voice was like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t demanding. He wasn’t angry. He was just…broken, trying to understand what he had done wrong.

“Malleus, I—” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Then why?” His voice cracked, just the tiniest bit. “Why are you pulling away from me?”

“I—” You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. The green of his eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, filled with confusion and pain. “I’m not like you. I’m just…me. I’m just human.”

Malleus frowned, his brows drawing together in confusion. “I know that. You’ve always been human. Why does that matter now?”

“It matters because you’re Malleus Draconia!” The words spilled out before you could stop them. “You’re royalty, you’re fae, you’re powerful, you’re everything! And I’m…nothing. I can’t keep pretending I’m worthy of being by your side.”

For a long moment, there was only silence. Malleus didn’t speak, didn’t move. His expression was unreadable, and the longer the quiet stretched on, the more your heart shattered. You were waiting for it—the moment he would agree, the moment he would confirm what you had feared all along.

Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step forward.

“You think you’re not worthy?” His voice was soft, but there was a trembling edge to it, like he was holding back something powerful. “Is that what you’ve been thinking all this time?”

You nodded, biting down hard on your lip to keep from crying.

Malleus closed the distance between you in two long strides, his tall figure looming over you but without an ounce of intimidation. Instead, his eyes—glowing faintly, green like the heart of a storm—looked down at you with such tenderness, it was almost too much to bear.

“You truly believe that I am above you? That I see you as lesser?” His voice shook slightly, his usually calm demeanor unraveling. “You think that I would have chosen you, spent all this time with you, if I thought you were unworthy?”

Your breath hitched, your heart hammering against your ribs. “But… I’m just—”

“You are not ‘just’ anything,” he interrupted, his voice firmer now. “Do you know how long I have watched from the shadows, yearning to be invited, to be accepted? Do you understand how precious you are to me?”

Your chest ached at his words, a flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

Malleus gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch featherlight, as if you were something fragile. His eyes, glowing brighter now, bore into yours with an intensity that stole the breath from your lungs. “You are more than enough, just as you are.”

“I…” Tears welled in your eyes, and you hated yourself for it. You had tried so hard to push him away, thinking it was for the best. But now, standing here, with Malleus looking at you like you were the most important thing in his world, all of your resolve crumbled.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Before you could say anything else, Malleus pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle but firm embrace. The warmth of him surrounded you, and for a moment, it was like the world had stopped spinning. The tension that had been suffocating you for days melted away in the safety of his arms.

“I could never think less of you,” Malleus murmured into your hair. “You are the one who makes me feel understood, who treats me as someone beyond a title, beyond power.”

You choked out a sob, burying your face into his chest. His words, his kindness, they were too much. How could someone like him care so deeply about someone like you?

“I don’t care about titles,” he continued softly, his fingers gently threading through your hair. “I care about you—the one who has been brave enough to see me for who I am, not for the crown I wear.”

You wanted to say something, anything, but all that came out was a broken sob. You had been so blind, so consumed by your own insecurities that you hadn’t realized how much you had hurt him in the process.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Malleus whispered, his voice so quiet you almost missed it. “Please… don’t leave me.”

Your heart shattered at the raw vulnerability in his voice. You pulled back just enough to look up at him, tears still streaming down your cheeks. His expression was open, unguarded—so different from the composed prince you were used to seeing. This was Malleus, stripped of all his titles and power, just a man afraid of losing the person he cared about.

“I won’t leave,” you promised, your voice shaking. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he let out a shaky breath and rested his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

The two of you stood there for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other’s warmth. Slowly, the storm of emotions that had been swirling around you both began to calm, leaving behind a soft, comfortable silence.

Malleus pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you, his thumb gently brushing away the last of your tears. “You are precious to me,” he said softly, his lips curving into a small, almost shy smile. “More than you know.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your own lips. “Even when I’m being ridiculous?”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Especially then.”

A soft laugh escaped you, the tension finally breaking. “I really was ridiculous, wasn’t I?”

Malleus shook his head, his smile growing just a little. “Not ridiculous. Just… misguided.”

“Well, I’m done being misguided,” you said firmly, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “From now on, I’m sticking by your side, whether you like it or not.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, you saw something flicker in them—something warm, something hopeful. “I would like nothing more.”

You smiled up at him, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “Good.”

And in that moment, you knew—no matter what came next, no matter how daunting the future might seem—you would face it together.

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A ball. A glorious evening full of dancing, drinking, and eating the finest food. This one is supposed to be the event of the year. At least, according to your mother. 

“I never have fun at these things,” you protest as your maid finishes adjusting the bustle on your dress. She melts into the background while your mother continues to prattle on about how ‘marvelous’ it will be.

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featuring ; (husband !) akaashi keiji + iwaizumi hajime + kageyama tobio + atsumu miya + bokuto koutarou

warnings ; mentions of alcohol, iwa’s muscles ;;

notes ; i couldn’t help but switch up my headcanon layout, i hope you guys don’t mind

+AKAASHI placed the glass of wine to his lips, eyes trained on you who stared with confusion. his location : lake como, italy, and by far one of the most beautiful places you’ve ever seen. it was almost cliche, how you were sitting here drinking expensive wines on the balcony of your hotel ( which might i add was just as breathtaking as the city ) with quite a view of the massive expanse of crystalline water glittering pleasantly in the sunshine. “this is something keiji, how could you even afford it ?” you gasped, tilting your head back with laughter at his sly smirk. so silly. “don’t doubt my ways love, i make more than enough y’know.” followed with a pout, it was nice seeing this side of him. that childish, prudish side. “are you happy with how your ‘ways’ turned out ?” this time you smirked. a long pause followed, noticing how thoughtfully the editor gazed at you. “yeah.” he followed with a sweet smile. “definitely.” oh, his ways alright.

+IWAIZUMI was having the time of his life, from surfing to tackling you into the water ( don’t worry, he was gentle ), the islands of maui could not appear more inviting. it was sometime midday, although you’d both easily have lost track of time, and the sky was blazing with golden rays of light. and honey, hajime was glowing. his skin tanned effortlessly from the many hours outside, and not to mention with the tattoo you’d urged him to get around his tricep. hot wasn’t even the word that could describe it. in the night you’d fall asleep in his big arms, chirping of birds and buzzing of insects falling to deaf ears. this beautifully muscular ( and shirtless :> ) man serving as an excellent teddy bear. and it seemed at just how cuddly and affectionate he was, he didn’t mind a bit. he softly stroking a piece of stray hair behind your ear while he leaned on his elbow. “go to sleep baby, and don’t worry, your strong and capable husband will protect you.” he flexed his arm, earning a giggle from you. “weirdo.” — “your weirdo.”

+KAGEYAMA first through the of greece. when confronting you with the location of your honeymoon, upon your agreement he came to realize just how basic greece would be on a chart of most to least common honeymoon spots but he didn’t mind. especially when you reached out to him, hands opening and closing to beckon him closer as your slipped into the hot tub of the luxurious santorini resort he’d booked. known for the beautiful scenery and top-notch quality. only the best. he vowed. “c’mere tobio, the water feels amazing.” he didn’t need to be told twice to sink into your warmth, vulnerable disposition hidden in the private sector he’d requested ( only the best ). the heavenly feeling of laying his head on your chest, nearly snoring after only five minutes. “comfy ?” you grinned widely, he was like a puppy. “yes.” he mumbled, planting soft kisses on your cheek with half-lidded eyes, puppy.

+ATSUMU gripped your hand as you walked through the streets of mallorca, spain. at this point he was probably family to most of the locals who now referred to him as “son.” meanwhile, you bathed happily on the cushioned sides of the boat he’d rented, surveying the setter as he learned how to sail. despite his big-headedness, you remained shocked at how patient the instructor was, having not thrown the man off the ship just yet. “hey babe, look at me.” you looked his way, not disappointed at the sight. the unbuttoned white flannel ( cut in a deep v ) exposed his chest just enough, along with the unkempt blonde hair and unnecessary sunglasses. he was fit for this. “wow tsum, you look-“stunning ? i know.” he dramatically sighed, you simply frowned. “not the word i was thinking of but okay.” — “hey that’s not very nice.” his sunglasses tumbling off his face onto the floor clumsy, that’s the word for it.

+BOKUTO leaned back in the carriage with a satisfied sigh, watching the stars up above with rounded eyes of curiosity. “do you know the constellations kou ?” the heartfelt moment broken with a “not a clue.” you rolled in the grass, chest erupting in laughter. “seriously ? this would’ve been so romantic !!” you huffed, deciding to lay still. “mm nah. i think it’s still romantic just watching the stars in australia.” he shrugged aimlessly, perching up to then lean over your lips. his kisses always felt magical, but this time even more so. “see ? pretty romantic huh.” he wiggled his brows humorously, getting the chance to kiss him again. and again and again till it seemed like there was no one in the universe except you and him. completely enraptured in all of it. “i will admit.” you breathed after an intense kiss from the needy ace. “that was romantic.” he rocked his fists to the air, whooping triumphantly. yeah, i guess bokuto koutarou was romantic after all.

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kiss me more (book six spoilers)

SUMMARY: Vil wonders why the Prefect has been avoiding him lately, only to find that the answer is very interesting.

CHARACTER: Vil Schoenheit.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: who else freaked the fuck out when vil kissed their cheek in game? i am raising my hand. i was so freaked out that i had to brain dump and now this exists. vil stans come eat.

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Vil doesn’t quite understand what’s gotten into the Prefect ever since they returned from Styx. Whenever he is in their general vicinity, they make a run for it with a panicked look on their face. It’s starting to get irritating, because he can’t even confront behavior with how good they’ve gotten at avoiding him.

And so he hunts them down. They’re almost certainly at Ramshackle at this hour, and if this is what it takes for them to give him the explanation he wants, he will corner them on their own turf.

Vil knocks on the door and receives a quiet  “I’m coming!” from inside. Footsteps follow, and when he hears the door unlocking he braces for their inevitable escape attempt.

Attempt, because they aren’t getting away again.

The second the door opens, he catches it with his hand. He doesn't force himself in, he’s not a brute. He just stands there and watches their expression shift from panic to guilt.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, voice level and calm, “Have I done something to offend you?”

“Um-! I mean, no…” they murmur, looking anywhere but him, “You’re better off just not knowing, okay? I’m sorry-”

“I want to know.” he says, unrelenting as he narrows his eyes at them.

“I…It’s so embarrassing-! Please don’t laugh at me, okay?” they cover their face with their hands as they speak, and he hears the whispery scream that follows.

“Why in Twisted Wonderland would I laugh at you?” he shakes his head and sighs, “I’m not here to judge you. I just want an explanation.”

“I can’t stop thinking about what you did at Tartarus!” they blurt out, “Every time I think about you kissing my cheek I die! I can’t be around you after that, I would fumble and trip all over myself and be a nuisance! It would be embarrassing!”

Vil stands in shock as they cover their face again, clearly flustered beyond belief. Oh, this is so entertaining. He really should be kinder, but he has half a mind to tease them right now.

He shouldn’t.

But he does.

“Oh, is that right?” he chuckles, reaching out and peeling their hands away from their very warm face, “If you wanted another one, all you had to do was ask.”

“W…What?!” they shriek, hands trembling fiercely in his gentle grasp, “What are you talking about?! You can’t just-!”

“Oh, but I can. Will you allow me?” he hums, letting go of their hands in order to cup their face, “It would be a pleasure.”

“I…I…I…” their mouth moves but no words come out, and Vil can’t help but think they’re just downright adorable right now.

He tilts their head and leans in, giving them the room they need to pull away if this is not what they want.

They don’t move.

He holds them reverently as he presses a kiss to their cheek, letting it linger before he pulls away. He can practically feel how warm their face is from his teasing, and it fills him with a smug satisfaction. Who else could make them this speechless?

“What was that for?!” they shriek, frantically waving their hands around their neck and face, “You-! You can’t just do that-!”

“I do hope you’ll stop ignoring me now.” Vil smiles smugly as he stares at them adoringly.

They’re still babbling, attempting to regain their thought process, but he knows they understand.

And if not, he’ll just have to teach them again.

The Heart Cracks Before it Shatters (Pt6) ⋆｡°✩ Bakugou Katsuki

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The finale : Nothing is ever easy.

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Warnings : SUGGESTIVNESS AT A POINT (nothing explict but still) Angsty, Female!Reader, Reader is a wife, Reader has children, bakugou is very sad, agruments, swearing, sadness, aged up characters, childern, babies.

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While the rush of determination felt good in the moment, now, standing outside Katsuki’s office, it’s settled into something closer to pure nerves.

You had a plan. A simple one, really. Step one: show your husband you miss him. Step two: admit you’ve both made mistakes. Step three: figure out how the hell to move forward without wrecking each other in the process. It sounded solid enough when you wrote it out in your notes app—three times, actually—but putting it into action? Yeah. Not as easy as it looked on screen.

The first time you tried was when you were dropping the kids off. For the past two weeks, it had been a no-talking, no-eye-contact type of handoff. You stayed in the house, watched Riko do all the work, carrying her sister’s bags and lugging Koharu to the door while you kept your distance. So, you figured attempt number one was simple enough—step in, carry your own kid out to the car, like you probably should’ve been doing this whole time.

So, you took some deep breaths, took Korahu from her sister's hand (paired with a weird look from the older sister) and ushered the girls to the door. 

Katsuki was there, like always. Leaning against his car, looking tired. Sad, too. But still stupidly handsome, which pissed you off more than you’d admit. The second the door opened and he saw you standing there, his whole body snapped to attention. His eyes widened a little, his shoulders squared up, like he wasn’t sure what to do but he was sure as hell going to do something.

It was almost funny. Almost.

He didn’t say anything, but he met you halfway. Took Riko’s bag without asking. Looking at Koharu in your arms like it hurt him to see her there and not with him. 

“Um…” Riko’s small voice cut through the moment. She hovered a little to the side, fidgeting. “Mama, are you… coming with us?” she asked, her brows pinching in quiet confusion as she glanced between you both.

And, for some reason, this question is a surprise to you. And it very quickly occurs to you also, that maybe your children shouldn't see the maybe difficult and definitely emotional conversation you are planning to have with their father. Yup. Why was that not included in the notes app plan? 

You don’t say anything at first. But now Riko’s staring at you like she’s waiting for an answer, and Katsuki’s standing there, still as anything, his hand flexing around the strap of her bag like he’s holding himself back from saying something.

You clear your throat, shifting Koharu’s weight on your hip. “ um… no not today sweetheart, just saying hi is all”. 

Riko doesn’t look convinced, but she nods anyway, glancing up at Katsuki. He’s already watching you, gaze steady, a crease between his brows like he’s thinking something he’s not sure he should say out loud.

“You could, y’know,” he mutters after a beat, his voice low but rough at the edges. “Come with us. If you wanted.”

“W-were just getting dinner at that place downtown, with the udon you like. And a movie, probably.” 

And if every single member of your little family wasn’t looking at you right now, waiting, hoping, you might’ve groaned out loud. How did you not account for this? How did you not see it coming? And you are not about to screw this up by winging it.

“Oh,” you say, a nervous laugh catching on your tongue. It falls flat. No one joins in. “I think I’ll take a raincheck for tonight. Got some leftover work I need to finish up, unfortunately.”

You reach out to ruffle Riko’s hair. She leans into it, even smiles a little, a nice distraction from the weird tension in the air. 

Katsuki doesn’t push. He never does these days. You’re not sure if that makes it easier or harder.

He just watches you for a long moment, like he’s turning something over in his head. His jaw ticks, sharp and familiar, but when he nods, it’s slow. Careful. Like he’s not trusting himself to move too fast. “Yeah,” he says after a beat. His voice is quieter now. “Okay. Another time, then.”

You offer a faint smile, one you hope looks steadier than it feels, and murmur your goodbyes. Riko gives you one last look over her shoulder before climbing into the car. Katsuki opens the door for her without breaking eye contact, and something about that sticks with you longer than it should.

And later that night, you’re still thinking about it. About the way Katsuki’s eyes followed you. About how you turned down his offer because you weren’t ready—not yet—and wondering if it sounded too much like rejection.

You hope not. God, you hope not.

~~

Kirishima’s warnings about time are still hanging in the back of your mind, like a nagging little voice. The more you think about it, the more it feels like putting this conversation off any longer is just another excuse. So, better now than later, right? What’s the worst that could happen? Well, besides everything falling apart, obviously. 

Father’s Day.

It’s not intentional, not really. It just sort of happens that way. And, okay, maybe deciding to have this conversation today of all days feels a little… questionable. You could start with a positive. “Wow, you’re actually a good father these days!” Sure, the conversation could end terribly, but at least you’d have that one bit of sincerity before everything goes to shit.

A quick text to Izuku confirms what you already suspected—Katsuki’s working during the day. Of course he is. But he has the kids tonight, which means you get the rest of the evening to yourself. Perfect. Time to spiral in peace.

You spend the morning mentally preparing yourself, like you always do before any interaction with your husband these days. It's become a routine at this point—dress nice, check your reflection one more time, make sure your hair’s in place, like somehow that’ll make everything easier. You even check the gift you got him for the millionth time, just to make sure it hasn’t mysteriously disappeared or been swapped out for something less meaningful. You really don’t need any more stress right now.

You want your arrival to be a complete surprise, which means you can't just drive. That would be too easy—and also, the parking sensors at his place would give you away in a second. Katsuki would know you were there before you even stepped out of the car, and you definitely don’t want him overthinking anything. So, you opt for the bus instead. It feels a little ridiculous, but it’s the only way to guarantee you catch him completely off guard. No time for him to prepare or second-guess. You want this moment to be real, unfiltered.

As the bus rumbles along, you look out the window at the sunny day, feeling something a little unexpected—hope. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt that. It’s funny, though, but as you sit there, the memories come flooding back. It was actually this time of year, so many years ago, when Katsuki officially asked you to be his girlfriend. It feels like a lifetime ago, but the memories are so vivid. People are always surprised when you tell them he was shy back then, especially since they only see the brash, bold personality he’s built up over the years. Back then, though, he was anything but.

He suggested a walk and lunch, like any normal date. But you hadn’t even made it ten minutes down the path before he pulled you aside, cornering you against a tree. His eyes were wide, a mixture of determination and uncertainty flickering behind them. “I want to be official,” he’d said, so seriously, yet nervously—completely out of character for him. You couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, genuine laugh. Maybe that laugh made it all the more real, solidifying that this was the boy who had stolen your heart so effortlessly, and the man who was now trying to win it all over again.

And now, here you are, so many years later. The shy boy has grown into a man. Changed by time, by life, by everything you’ve both gone through. It’s funny how much time can shift a person, how it can shape someone in ways you don’t always see coming. You wonder how he’d say you’ve changed, too. Would he even recognize the person you’ve become? Would he still see the girl who laughed under that tree all those years ago? You weren’t so sure.

When you find yourself standing outside Katsuki’s agency building, you don’t hesitate. The adrenaline is already pumping, your heart racing as you push open the door, wondering if any paparazzi are lurking nearby. It’s a small but nagging thought, the price of being so connected to someone so publicly known.

You walk up to the front desk, and the receptionists look up, offering you a warm, welcoming smile. "How have you been?" one of them asks, and for a brief moment, you forget how long it’s been since you’ve actually been here. You can’t even remember the last time you stepped foot into this place. Maybe back when it was still new, and Katsuki was so excited about it. Back then, he used to pester you to come visit all the time, his proud smile, guiding you around with that quiet swagger of his.

You glance around, taking in the changes since the last time you were here. There’s a new fishtank behind the reception desk, the soft swish of water a peaceful contrast to the buzz of the street outside. You didn’t even notice it when you first walked in. When did that get put in? 

Leaning in slightly, you lower your voice to a near whisper, careful not to draw attention. “Don’t tell Katsuki I’m here. I’ve got a surprise for him.” The words are almost a secret, a lightness to them that doesn’t entirely match the nervous tension growing inside you. The receptionists giggle softly, their glances exchanged behind a knowing smile before one of them gives a playful, almost conspiratorial nod.

One of them leans forward, their voice light with curiosity and a hint of amusement. “A surprise, huh?” they ask, their tone teasing but not intrusive. “Hopefully he’ll love it. Honestly, he’s been a little quiet around here... maybe he’s just been missing you.”

You nod, trying to mask the sudden tension in your chest. Off. Katsuki had been distant in a way that was hard to ignore. The words only make your nerves continue to bubble in your stomach. You hate the idea that you’ve been ruining his work life too.  

Once the elevator beeps, you quietly step out and walk down the halfway, the sounds of talking fleeting in the background. Your footsteps echo softly, and for a brief moment, you wonder if this is a mistake, or if you’re doing the right thing. Why does everything feel so uncertain now?

But then you shake your head, forcing the doubts aside. You can’t hesitate now—not when you’ve come this far. You clutch the gift a little tighter, the weight of it solid in your hands, a reminder of why you’re here. Just do it. 

When you finally make it to his office, you can’t help but hesitate outside the door. His blinds are down, so he hasn’t seen you coming. You glance down at your phone—no messages, no missed calls. There’s nothing to suggest he’s expecting you. Still, you hesitate. Your hand hovers above the door, but you can’t bring yourself to actually touch it.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, the tension in your body making you feel jittery, like you're on the edge of doing something you can't quite bring yourself to start. You glance around the hall, seeing a few curious looks in your direction, and you realize just how out of place you must seem, standing here in front of his door, waiting. The longer you stand there, the stranger it feels. You can’t put it off any longer.

God, this is hard.

You knock lightly, the sound barely audible. When no response comes after a couple of seconds, you knock again, this time a little more forceful.

“WHAT,” comes Katsuki’s loud voice from the other side, as sharp as ever. You can practically feel the force of it through the door, and it makes you wonder how his staff ever manages to be around him all day without flinching. But you? You're nervous, sure, but you're not scared. You steady yourself, taking a deep breath, before pushing the door open.

To your surprise, Katsuki isn’t alone.

Izuku is there too, leaning over Katsuki’s desk with his face uncomfortably close to him. Katsuki, on the other hand, is leaning away, his body stiff and his brows furrowed as if he’s trying to put as much distance between them as possible. But no matter how much Katsuki shifts, Izuku’s still right there, talking to him like they’re in some weird, casual conversation.

As you step inside, the low murmur of their voices reaches your ears.

“Why are your under eyes so dark? Have you been sleeping?” Izuku asks, genuinely concerned, his eyes scanning Katsuki’s face. 

“Get out of my fuckin’ face, Deku,” Katsuki grumbles in response, his hand coming up to swat at Izuku’s face. Izuku, as usual, seems oblivious to how much space he’s crowding, even as he nudges closer to Katsuki’s personal space. 

You, on the other hand, stand frozen in the doorway, unsure of what to do. It’s a bit confusing, actually—neither of them has looked over at you even though they both know someone’s coming in. You clear your throat, a soft “hello” slipping out, just enough to break the silence.

And just like that, both of them snap their attention to you. Katsuki’s eyes widen in surprise, his body shifting almost instinctively, pushing his chair back as far from Izuku as possible. He straightens up, his posture suddenly more alert. His eyes track you, silent and intense, but there’s an undercurrent of something—maybe nervousness, maybe relief, and definitely surprise. At least your plan worked?

Izuku, on the other hand, stands up quickly, a wide, easy smile lighting up his face. “Hey!” he says brightly, completely unaware of the sudden tension in the room. “Katsuki didn’t mention you were coming today!” Without missing a beat, he takes a step forward and pulls you into a warm hug, a casual, friendly gesture that feels comforting in the moment but also slightly jarring given everything you’ve been feeling.

Katsuki watches this carefully, his face softening just a fraction when he sees the way Izuku is interacting with you. 

Izuku pulls away from the hug with a grin, oblivious to any underlying tension. “It’s good to see you!” his voice light, before turning back to Katsuki.

“You too,” you say shyly, your voice quiet, your gaze catching Katsuki’s. The intensity of his stare unsettles you more than you expect, his eyes still tracking you like he’s trying to make sense of why you’re here, why you showed up today.

But before you can dwell on it too much, Katsuki’s voice cuts through the air with surprising sharpness. “Deku, leave.”

Izuku blinks, clearly taken aback. “What?! But I want to catch up with you guys! I haven’t seen Y/N in forever, and you’ve been dodging my calls—”

“Get the fuck out,” Katsuki growls again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Izuku frowns, giving Katsuki a playful side-eye, not picking up on the tension at all. “But you see her every day! I just want to—”

“Deku.”

There’s a sudden finality in Katsuki’s voice, something that makes Izuku pause for a second before his expression shifts. It’s as though he understands something unspoken, the corners of his mouth lifting in a resigned smile. He grabs his jacket off the back of his chair, clearly about to exit.

“Fine… but I really want to see you guys soon!” Izuku says, turning back to you as he heads toward the door. “And Y/N?” he calls with a teasing grin. “Make sure he’s sleeping okay, alright? I know you two are young and in love but—”

“GET THE FUCK OUT, DEKU!” Katsuki cuts him off, his voice booming, and Izuku laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender as he finally exits, leaving you and Katsuki standing there in the thick silence.

You shift uncomfortably, unsure of what to say or do. The plan had been so simple in your head—so clear—but now, in the face of this strange and quiet moment, it feels anything but.

“I—” You start, your voice faltering before you take a steadying breath. “I wasn’t expecting him to be here.”

Katsuki says nothing, his silence hanging between you both like a heavy fog. He runs a hand through his hair, the motion almost like a reflex, and you watch as his jaw tightens, then relaxes. Still, he doesn’t speak.

You glance at the space between you, then back at him, the knot in your stomach tightening. This wasn’t how you envisioned it.

“I brought you something,” you murmur, your hand instinctively reaching for the small gift bag you’ve been holding onto like a lifeline. “For Father’s Day.”

At the mention of Father’s Day, his eyes flicker for a moment, just a brief flash of something soft and unfamiliar before it’s gone. Katsuki doesn’t take the gift from you immediately, instead watching it with a gaze that’s more distant than you expect. He doesn’t say anything for a few long beats, and you’re starting to think maybe this was a mistake, maybe you should’ve just left it alone.

But then he takes a step forward, reaching for the bag with an almost reluctant gesture. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” you reply, your voice quiet but sincere. "It's... it's just a little something."

Katsuki gives a stiff nod as he pulls the bag from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, and though the contact is fleeting, it sends a shiver through you. He opens it slowly, and the soft crinkle of tissue paper fills the silence before he pulls out the small, simple gift you picked out for him—a picture frame. It’s of him and the girls, when Koharu had just been born and was still so tiny. You don’t think he’s ever seen this picture. You took it during one of those rare, quiet moments when he was reading to the girls, lost in the story and unaware you were watching from the doorway.

For a long time, Katsuki doesn’t speak. He simply stares at the frame in his hands, his gaze fixed on the picture. You consider that your going to be met with silence again, that this was all one big mistake and your overstepping with someone that can’t be bothered with you anymore. 

“Is… is it okay?” you ask hesitantly, your voice breaking the silence.

Finally, Katsuki looks up at you, and for a moment, the distance between you seems to shrink. “Yeah. It’s fine. It’s… nice,” he says with a low soft tone to it. 

You shift, unsure of what to do next, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, the hard planes of his jaw, the tension that hasn’t quite faded from his shoulders. It’s like he's lost in the memory, but also wrestling with it at the same time.

After what feels like forever, he finally speaks, and the words are barely a whisper, but they hold more weight than any explosion he could’ve set off. "What are you really doing here?"

His eyes flick up to meet yours, but they linger there for just a moment before quickly darting away, almost like he’s afraid of what he might see if he holds your gaze too long.

For a second, you don’t know how to answer. Your throat tightens, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. It’s not an easy question to answer, not when the answer feels too complicated, tangled up with everything you both are and aren’t anymore.

But you manage to find your voice. “I—” You stop yourself, unsure how to explain it, unsure of how much to say. You try again, quieter this time. “I wanted to see you. To... give you that. To... be here.”

His gaze shifts briefly, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he looks down at the frame again. His fingers tighten around it, but it’s not in anger—it’s like he’s holding onto it, holding onto the moment in the picture, trying to tether himself to something he can’t quite let go of.

There’s a hesitation in the way he breathes, in the way his gaze keeps flicking between the picture and you. He seems to want to say something, but whatever it is, he’s holding it back, like it’s too fragile to speak aloud.

Then—“Sweetheart…” His voice catches, a quiet hesitation there you haven’t heard before. “What does that mean?” His lips twitch into a dry, almost self-deprecating smile. “I’m a little fuckin’ confused over here.”

You huff a breath, nerves fluttering under your skin. Fair enough. You did show up unannounced after weeks of silence, acting like none of it had happened. Of course he’s confused. You would be, too.

“Yeah. Okay. Um—well!” You force a shaky exhale through a tight-lipped smile. God, why is this so hard? “I just… had some things to say and I—well. No. I guess.”

The words tangle in your mouth before they can land anywhere. You’re floundering, and you know it.

Katsuki reaches out, his hand finding your hip with a steadiness you didn’t realize you needed. His thumb draws slow, grounding circles against your side. “Breathe,” he murmurs.

You do. So does he.

And when you give him a small, grateful smile, it’s answered by a faint flush rising on his cheeks. That soft, familiar pink that makes your chest ache. Yeah… this is okay. You can do this.

“I wanted to apologize,” you say, quieter now. “For what happened… last time. When you were at the house.”

His hand falls away from your hip at that, and the loss of it makes your skin prickle cold. But you keep going.

“You were right. It wasn’t fair to you. And then I made it worse by not reaching out after I… after I threw you out.” You swallow hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I guess I thought you’d message me first. Which was stupid.”

“I didn’t want to overstep,” he says quietly, staring down at his hands like they’re something he’s only just noticed. His knuckles are tight, the same hands that just held you, now clenched like he’s bracing for something.

You step closer, reaching out. Your palms cradle his face, coaxing his gaze back to yours. His eyes widen, startled in a way that makes your heart ache all over again. Like he can’t quite believe you’re here.

“I know you didn’t,” you say softly. “I think I was just feeling… insecure. Hurt. And, yeah, maybe a little petty.” You try for a smile, but it’s faint. “Not my most mature moment.”

Your fingers slip into his hair, nails grazing gently at his hairline. “I’m sorry. Okay?”

Katsuki’s quiet for a beat. Then another. His eyes search yours like he’s looking for something he isn’t sure he’ll find.

And then, barely above a breath—“Does that mean I can come home now?”

The way he says it cracks something open inside you. Soft. Uncertain. Katsuki Bakugou, who has always been brash and sure, suddenly sounds like a kid waiting to be told he’s not in trouble. Like he’s hoping for permission to want this.

Your chest tightens. “Yes,” you whisper. “I… missed you. A lot. So if you want to, yeah. Please.”

You barely have time to breathe before he’s pulling you in, arms wrapping tight around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. His face presses to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

“I’m sorry too,” he says, his voice thick. “I hate that I made you feel like that. You’re… you’re the most beautiful fuckin’ person in the world to me. I want you to know that.”

He draws back just enough to look at you, his hands still cradling your waist. His eyes are a little red around the edges. “I’ve missed you so fuckin’ much.”

You smile. And this time, it feels real.

“Me too.”

~~~

Katsuki doesn’t come home that night.

He tells you straight, his hands firm on your hips, holding you steady like he thinks you might drift off if he doesn’t. “I… I want to come back tonight. Fuck, angel, I want to.” His thumbs press in, warm and certain. “But it’s complicated. I got arts and crafts shit with the girls, and—”

He pauses, searching your face, as if there’s something he needs you to understand. And you do. You really do. It’s Father’s Day, after all. He’s planned something fun with them—he deserves that.

So you nod. “It’s fine,” you say, even if it’s not entirely. Even if part of you aches a little at the thought of another night in an empty house.

But then his phone buzzes again. The reminder that he’s still on the clock, still pro-hero Dynamight. He mutters under his breath, answering the call with a scowl. And while he’s distracted, you let yourself slip toward the door. No point hovering.

You don’t get far before he’s slamming the phone down.

“Oi,” he calls, striding toward you. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”

You turn, halfway through a smile. “You’re busy.”

“Don’t care,” he shrugs, before wrapping you up in another of his crushing hugs, his chin hooked over your shoulder like he’s grounding himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, breathing him in. “Let me know how you and the girls get on.”

At that, he pulls back just enough to flash a small, crooked smile. “They’ll love it.” And you can tell he means it. He’s already picturing it—Korahu’s chubby fingers smearing paint where it shouldn’t go, Riko trying to keep things under control like she’s got any chance at all.

It all goes surprisingly smooth after that. You part ways. No fight. No lingering weight pressing on your chest. Just… quiet. Simple. You didn’t expect simple.

Still, the house feels a little emptier when you get home. You tell yourself it’s karma. Fair’s fair.

So you fill the quiet with the hum of self-care—cleaning, candles, making the bed like he’s already here. Maybe it’s silly, but it makes you feel better. Like you’re making room for him.

A couple of texts drop in while you work:

[7:34 PM] Kirishima: Katsuki said you guys made up!!! 💪 Happy for u (even tho I’ll miss bro being here 😣)

[8:28 PM] Katsuki: Never letting Korahu touch paint again.

[8:28 PM] Katsuki: [Image Attached]

You can’t help the grin as you open the photo. Korahu’s covered, head to toe, in streaks of neon green paint. The grin gets bigger when you reply, because yeah… things are starting to feel okay.

You catch yourself thinking how simple it was in the end. Just… talk to him. That’s all it took. So simple it’s stupid. But it’s a start. Onwards and upwards, right?

And still… the intimacy part lingers in the back of your mind. Not the physical, not exactly. The closeness. Letting him in again, letting yourself be seen. You’re getting there. You’re proud of that.

You’re just about to call it a night when you hear the knock.

It’s late. Too late for visitors. You tread light toward the door, thinking maybe you imagined it, but then it comes again, sharper this time.

You jump. “Who is it?”

“Me, sweetheart.”

Your heart stumbles. For a second, your mind blanks, chasing every possibility. Are the girls okay? Did something happen? Or did he really take ‘come back tomorrow’ as ‘come back at nearly midnight’?

You crack the door open, and there he is. Katsuki. Standing there like it’s nothing.

“You shouldn’t talk through the door,” he says, voice low, a little gruff. “Use the cameras. Don’t let people know if you’re home.”

You barely register the lecture. “What are you doing here?”

He huffs. “Can I come in first?”

You step back, and he does, toeing his boots off by instinct before looking at you again. He’s flushed a little—maybe from the night air, maybe from something else.

“I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” He drags a hand through his hair, messy already. “The girls are asleep. Told Kirishima I was heading out.”

You wait. He’s not exactly known for long explanations, but still. You wait.

He shifts, uncomfortable in a way that’s rare for him. “I know I said I’d come tomorrow. I was about to go to bed. Was gonna text you.” His hand rubs at the back of his neck, his voice rougher now. “But I didn’t wanna do that again. I didn’t wanna… not be here. So.”

A beat.

“Probably should’ve asked first,” he mutters. “Sorry.”

You stand there for a second, taking him in. The way his shoulders are tense, like he’s bracing for you to tell him to leave. The way his mouth pulls down at the corners, softened by tired eyes.

You take a step closer, your fingers brushing against his wrist before curling around it. You feel his pulse jump beneath your touch.

“Don’t say sorry,” you tell him, your voice gentler than you expected. “I was just surprised. You know I want you here.”

His breath leaves him in a slow exhale. “Okay,” he says. “Good.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. It’s comfortable in a way it hasn’t been for a while. Quiet. Easy.

Then he shifts, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to pull you closer. “You look nice,” he murmurs.

You huff a laugh. “These are just my pajamas, Katsuki.”

“I know that.” His fingers trace lightly along your jaw, calloused pads dragging slow and careful. “Still means you can look nice, doesn’t it?”

There’s something in the way he looks at you—soft, but hungry. It’s not just that he’s missed you. It’s the kind of heat you haven’t seen from him in a long time, and it catches you off guard. Your skin prickles under the weight of it.

You laugh again, quiet and nervous, and step back just slightly. You regret it the second you do. But he doesn’t push. His mouth quirks into something close to a smirk, easy, like he doesn’t mind waiting.

“I was just heading to bed,” you say, clearing your throat.

“Let’s go then, huh?” His voice is rough, low, but there’s no push behind it—just an offer.

Later, you sit beneath the covers, watching him move around the room. He pulls his shirt off and folds it onto the chair, and your eyes catch on the cut of his shoulders, the sharp lines of muscle along his back. Familiar. Hard-earned. You’ve seen it a thousand times, but it hits you different tonight. Like you’re seeing him again for the first time.

Your face warms, and you look away, embarrassed by how much you feel like a teenager sneaking glances.

The room dims when he turns the lamp down, leaving just a wash of amber light spilling across the sheets. Then the mattress shifts under his weight as he crawls in beside you, his arm slipping easily around your waist, pulling you into the solid heat of his chest.

You let out a slow breath against him, and he answers with one of his own.

“Missed you,” he murmurs. His hand smooths over your hip, dragging slow, then curling back up your spine. “Missed this. Can’t believe I made us go without it for so damn long.”

“I’ve missed it too,” you whisper. “Missed you.”

And then he’s looking at you. Really looking. Like he used to—like he did in those early years when the world was still new between you. His hand comes up to your cheek, thumb stroking along the curve of your jaw. It’s reverent. Careful.

He leans in, brushing his lips to yours, light as a breath. It’s tender, almost hesitant. But you kiss him back. And then it’s not hesitant at all.

His hand slides into your hair as the kiss deepens, his mouth demanding now, hungry and hot. It’s messy, desperate—years of holding back spilling out in the press of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the low sound he makes when you breathe his name against his skin. His other hand finds your hip, holding on tight like he’s worried you’ll vanish if he lets go.

When you shift, swinging your leg over to straddle his lap, he groans into your mouth, his hands immediately smoothing down over your thighs, then up, fingers splaying wide as if he’s trying to map all of you at once. You’re already flushed and breathless, but the sound of him like this, so openly wrecked for you, drives you to chase more.

The kisses don’t stop—don’t even slow. His mouth is hot, hungry against yours, and the way he groans when you grind down makes heat pool deep in your belly. His hands are everywhere now, rough palms skating over soft skin, kneading at your waist, your ass, like he can’t get enough.

Then he breaks the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his thumb dragging across your lower lip as he does. Both of you are panting, chests rising and falling like you’ve run miles to get here.

“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes dark as they flick over your face. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Driving me outta my damn mind.”

You can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes you, your hand still resting over his hammering heart. He’s not the only one losing it here.

“I love this,” he says, his voice rough with heat as he gives your hips a slow, deliberate push down against him. Yeah, you can tell. There’s no mistaking the hard press of him beneath you, or the way his grip tightens as he holds you there for a moment longer. “Love you,” he adds, softer, but no less intense. “But I need you to know I didn’t show up for this. Wasn’t tryin’ to make this a booty call or some shit. I just… really needed to be close to you.”

You lean in, brushing your nose against his, smiling faintly. “I know, Kats. I know that’s not you.”

“Good,” he murmurs. He tips his head back, blowing out a breath, as if he’s trying to cool himself down. “No more for tonight though.”

You blink, momentarily thrown, and then pout, full and obvious. When he cracks an eye open and sees it, his grin spreads slow and wicked. He’s enjoying this, even if his chest is still heaving like he’s run a marathon.

“Ain’t got any protection, sweets,” he says, voice low and deep. “And it’s been a long damn while. I won’t be able to hold myself back with you.”

A beat. His gaze flickers, watching your reaction, something warm and teasing in his expression—but there’s truth there, too. A warning wrapped in affection.

“So unless you want Korahu to have a sibling nine months from now,” he drawls, thumb stroking along your hipbone, “I think it’s best we call it.”

You huff a little laugh and shake your head, leaning forward until your forehead presses to his. “You’re impossible.”

He snorts softly. “Don’t blame me. I ain’t thrilled we have to stop either, princess.”

You both settle, breath slowing. The heat fades into something quieter, something steady. You roll off him and curl into his side, and his arm comes around you without hesitation, pulling you close. He presses slow, sleepy kisses to your temple, to your jaw, to your shoulder—lazy but full of something that makes your chest ache.

“Night, Kat,” you whisper against his skin.

“Night, baby,” he murmurs, and then his voice firms up like he’s gripping the words tight. “I love you.”

It comes out of you before you can think too hard about it. “I love you too.”

There’s a breath, shaky but soft. “Yeah,” he says again, his voice catching just a little. “Yeah.”

~~~

After that night, the waters begin to finally settle.

It isn’t perfect—Katsuki is still busy, still only human. But he’s trying, and when he slips up, you forgive him. And when you start to overthink things, he doesn’t let you spiral—just pulls you close, asks you softly if things are okay, if they can be better.

He leaves notes when he knows he’ll be working late, scribbled in his sharp, messy handwriting. Little things. I love you. Sleep early. Don’t wait up. Or, Miss you already. See you soon, sweetheart. And things do get better.

And it’s not just you who notices.

Riko smiles more, hugs you without hesitation. Her arms don’t feel like they’re trying to hold you together anymore—they’re just hugs, warm and happy and childlike the way they should be.

Going to Katsuki’s parents for the first time after everything isn’t as scary as you thought, either. His mom pulls you in tight, whispering a quiet thank you. But you thank her instead, and when Katsuki catches your gaze, there’s no shame there—no guilt or lingering anger. Just quiet, steady affection.

It makes you wonder how you ever went so long without it.

Because now, you’re addicted to it. Not in a naïve, honeymoon phase way—no, things aren’t perfect. There are still arguments, still sharp words and teary nights. But the love isn’t put into question anymore. That stays constant.

Life moves fast, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t dread it. You embrace it.

And then, one quiet evening, as you sit on the beach with Katsuki, watching the girls play in the sand, you’re reminded just how far you’ve come.

His chin rests on your shoulder, arms draped around your waist as you twirl his fingers absently between yours. The waves roll lazily in front of you, golden light casting long shadows across the shore.

“You know,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear, “it was three years ago today.”

You hum, still watching the girls. “What was?”

“When you left.” His voice is quiet, careful. “Up to Tokyo.”

The words land soft but heavy.

It feels so long ago now, that time in your life when everything felt unbearable. But you still remember it—how could you not?

“Wow,” you murmur, letting the thought settle. “So long ago now.”

“Yeah.” He pauses, his grip tightening around you, like he’s bracing himself.

Then, softer, “I’m still sorry about that.”

You turn slightly, glancing back at him. His gaze is distant, the light catching in his eyes, making them burn a little redder than usual.

“I—” he exhales, shaking his head. “It’s one of my biggest mistakes. Letting things get to that point. I don’t think I can ever fully forgive myself—”

“Katsuki.” You shift, turning fully now so you can cup his face in your hands. His eyes flicker to yours, sad and heavy with regret.

“I nearly lost you,” he whispers. “I did lose you. And I still can’t believe myself.”

Your heart aches at the way he says it—like it’s something that still haunts him, something he’ll never quite let go of.

But you smile, small and sure. Your thumbs brush over his cheekbones, grounding him.

“But you didn’t,” you remind him gently. “We’re here. Together.”

He lets out a slow, shuddering breath, like he’s been holding it in for years. Then, finally—he nods.

“Yeah.” His voice wobbles just slightly, thick with something unspoken.

You kiss him, soft and lingering. His hands find your waist, holding you close, and when you pull back, his forehead presses to yours, breath warm against your lips.

You turn again, settling back against his chest to watch the girls for a moment longer, listening to the rush of the tide.

Then you glance back at him, feeling brave. Feeling full.

“Where do you think we’ll be in another three years?” you ask, leaning into his chest.

He huffs a soft laugh, kissing your hair.

“Wherever you are,” he says simply. “That’s where I’ll be.”

And you believe him. It feels so good to have full promises again.

You tilt your head back, catching his lips in a kiss that tastes like salt and sun and a future you’re both ready for.

And when you pull back, he’s smiling. Really smiling.

“Come on,” he says, tugging you gently to your feet. “Let’s go get our girls.”

“Yeah,” you reply, fingers threading through his. “Let’s go home.”

And you do. Together.

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