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It’s You

Satan x reader

wc : 0.8k

warnings : mentions of blood, brief depictions of war

synopsis : He remembers you.

There was yelling. Ear-piercing screams, angry shouts, betrayal-dripping words. Celestia didn’t look beautiful anymore. Not when there was blood and feathers scattered across the ground, spears and arrows flying, swords clashing. Not now. 

Celestia was hideous right now— disgusting, disgraceful. Standing on the red stained grass had you feeling nauseous until you saw him.

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I think it’s important for disabled people to know that its ok for us to mourn over the things we can’t do anymore or maybe could never do. It’s ok to remember times when you were a little more able bodied. It’s ok to lament the things you used to love doing. At the same time though, it’s important to not force ourselves to do what we know we can’t or shouldn’t do. Regressive disabilities are not the end of the world and it’s good to know that but it’s ok to mourn what could have been. Give yourself space for it.

can we please talk about how fucked up it is to tell someone "stop complaining" when they're clearly having a hard time and need someone to just listen.

no, cause you really should have an idea of how damaging it is, my parents told me that all my life whenever i would be exhausted, angry, sad or just frustrated and want to talk about what's been going wrong, never asked them to give me any solution but please please just listen for once.

it has fucked me in the head, i can't even think about sharing my problem or concerns without feeling guilty that m just complaining and i should be "positive", i can't stop thinking how annoying it must be for the person listening to me, i can't stop thinking that the person must be judging me for being so "pessimistic", can't stop thinking that m just taking their time and wasting it, can't stop thinking that m probably draining them to no end.

it's so fucking hard, i would be having a hard time breathing and just going about everyday but i still can't think about telling someone without thinking if m just complaining, being ungrateful and shit.

True Love Hurts - Lucifer x GN!MC

Random idea that hit me, and ended up getting waaay longer than expected lol 💙

Fandom: Obey Me

Paring: Lucifer x GN!MC

Word Count: 6,486 (got a little out of hand lol)

Description:  After MC's death, settling into the life of an angel hasn't gone smooth being separated from their demon family after a human lifetime together. Inspired by the lyrics "They say true love hurts, well this could almost kill me," from the song "The Harold Song" by Kesha. I used a few lines from it in here as well.

Warnings: Angsty for a majority of it (there is a happy ending). Swearing once or twice. Talk of death/dying/sickness. Talk of 'falling.'

“MC?” Simeon calls out as he knocks on their bedroom door in the home they share with Luke. “Sweetie, we have to talk.”

Receiving no response once again, he sighs and opens the door anyway, revealing MC in bed with their back to him, their white wings ruffled and uncared for.

Silently crossing the room, he sits on the edge of the bed and places a hand on their hip. When they don’t react to his touch, he’s forced to crawl over them in the bed to see their face.

Their face expressionless but tear-stained. Bags under their eyes from obvious lack of sleep. Only the gentle glow of their halo shining off their face allows him to see some of their features sunken in.

They had been a radiant human in his eyes, and an even more radiant angel when they first arrived. Bright and full of warmth as they’d always been. But over time the raging war inside them became more evident.

They missed the brothers. Their lover specifically. They’d been able to spend their remaining human years in the Devildom at the House of Lamentation by their side, and their time in the Celestial Realm felt like a glaring hole was in their life.

Simeon and Luke tried desperately to keep a smile on their face, but little by little it slipped. Until they barely saw them leave their room anymore. Insisting on staying in their room on their own nearly all hours of the day. Only slipping out to do their required duties before coming home and back into their room.

They left dinner plates outside the door, that more often than not sat untouched. They tried giving them space but it was to no avail.

Then after MC’s confrontation with Michael, they’d all but locked themselves away from the world. Refusing to leave for duties, refusing to talk, and refusing to eat.

Simeon had been forced to ask Michael what had happened, finding out MC had requested a visit to the Devildom, and been denied. At the denial they’d snapped and screamed at him before being escorted from the building of the high angels.

He reaches out to gently run a hand through their feathers, pulling out loose ones that he could reach and carefully patting others back into place. “How are you feeling today hun?”

“Like I’m living in my own personal hell but evidently I’m in paradise and being rewarded for being a good person in my life,” they state flatly, their voice rough and deeper than normal.

“I’m sure it won’t feel like this forever,” he assures them, continuing his motions on their wings. “One day you’ll be able to visit. I’m sure Michael and father have their reasons for saying no for the time being. You haven’t been here but 100 years.”

“I highly doubt it,” they huff, crossing their arms in the first display of emotion Simeon’s seen from them in ages. “I’m here for all of eternity. They hate Lucifer because of everything. They’re doing this on purpose. They don’t want me to be around him.”

“Well, at least you are both alive and in love, there is always a chance right? I don’t think either of them hate Lucifer, nor do they hate you. I think they just need time to make decisions and process it all.”

A dry laugh escapes their lips as their eyes lock with his, “You know they say that true love hurts right? Well this could almost kill me.”

“It feels like my life is fading from me while everyone watches me walk through the realm judging me for loving a demon. Judging my bleeding heart. Judging my pain. This is hell for me Simeon. I just… want to see him one more time before I die at least. I don’t feel like I’ve got that long left.”

Tears roll down Simeon’s cheeks as he pulls them into his lap. His arms hold them tightly to his chest and their head rests against his shoulder, their slow breaths on his exposed skin running a chill up his spine. “Why do you think that? Do Michael and father know about this?”

“No,” they respond softly, their wings disappearing as they allow themselves to snuggle into his warmth. “I’ve seen the way they look at me. I didn’t bother with all the details.”

“We’re going to speak to them, now. Something must be done.” He states firmly, slipping his arm under their legs and getting off the bed. “Things can’t go on like this.”

-

“I request audience with Michael,” Simeon states at the entrance of his home. The guards glance at MC in his arms before allowing him in.

“Simeon, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Michael asks, his brow furrowing as Simeon approaches him and puts MC down on their wobbly legs, their unkept wings and flickering halo coming back out.

“Something must be done Michael, look at them,” he insists, indicating to MC. “They’re practically a corpse.”

Michael gets to his feet and circles MC a few times, lifting their chin to look into their eyes. “This is more than just protest. I had thought they were just angry with our decision.”

Lifting his glowing hand he carefully runs it over their body before stopping at their chest, tearing open the shirt to reveal the mark of Lucifer glowing an angry red on their chest. “Is this… a pact mark? How do you still have this?” He demands.

Blinking their eyes several times to focus on him they shrug, “Dunno… it just stayed. The others are gone but his stayed and has slowly gotten worse and worse. All I feel is agony. My chest burn, my heart hurts. I’ve lived every day feeling like I’m slowly dying, but I gave up on hiding it.”

Reaching out to touch the mark, Michael rips his hand back quickly with a yelp, looking down at his burnt fingertips he clicks his tongue. “A human with angel blood… with a mate level pact with one of the most powerful demons, a fallen angel himself… turned now into an angel. I can only think the strength of the pact and Lucifer being a fallen angel of higher status has conflicted with their angel form. You’re essentially an angel with part of a demon trapped inside of you, burning you from the inside. You’re going to die.”

A sound most similar to a shriek leaves Simeon, his arms quickly wrapping around MC, “You can’t be serious! There must be something we can do?”

Leaning forward to carefully button MC’s shirt back up, Michael stares at them thoughtfully. “There is only one thing I could possibly think of. But I’m not sure father would approve of the idea. And I’m not even sure they’d survive it. The best way to survive would be even further from being something father would allow. But I shall discuss it with him.”

“Can I come with you?” Simeon insists. “After taking MC home. I want to speak to him about it. I don’t know if it will help, but I will plead for them if I must.”

“I will allow it, but you must know we’re going there to advocate them falling. It’s not going to be an easy request, and if we win it they’re going to become a demon.”

MC carefully lowers themselves to the ground, the world spinning around them as the two angels’ words seem to blur together, and before they can say anything, their world goes black.

-

“Simeon.” Lucifer answers his D.D.D. coldly from the name on the display. His hand going to rake through his messy hair.

“Please give me time to explain and fully hear me out,” Simeon starts, pulling a humorless chuckle from Lucifer.

“You’ve got my partner up there and haven’t bothered to answer my calls or call me in over a century to tell me how they are at the very least. And now you want my full attention? What if I don’t want to give you any of my attention and want to just hang up?”

“If you do that, MC is going to die. Removed from existence. Not be reborn somewhere else.”

His words feel like an ice water being poured over his head, his every nerve on edge and seemingly burning, “What. Has. Happened?”

“A condensed version, they seemed fine for a decent time. Then slowly began locking themselves in their room often, only coming out for duties and meals. Then they had an argument with father and Michael, they’d requested to visit you and were denied.”

“He couldn’t even give me that?” he hisses. “They couldn’t see me once?”

“After that they were escorted home and refused to leave their room or speak.”

“For how long has that been? Are they in danger because of that argument?”

“It’s been… five years? Six? We’ve tried giving them space, tried forcing them out. They haven’t wanted to eat or leave or anything. I forced myself into their room a few days ago. Their wings are unkept, bags under their eyes, expressionless, face sunken in. They look like a corpse, mere shadow of their former selves.”

“…And no one has said or done anything until now?”

“They’ve not let us in. But that is beside the point right now. They talked about being in pain, that they felt like they were dying. So I took them to speak to Michael. And they… they are… dying.”

“Dying from what? How are they dying?”

“It turns out your pact mark never went away. Michael thinks it was some kind of conflict in their body from having the blood of angel and human, with a higher pact with a high demon that has fallen angel blood, and them now being an angel. He said they’re an angel with a part of a demon inside them, burning them from the inside. It burnt Michael when he touched it. It’s angry and red and terrible looking, nothing like when they were a human.”

“My… pact is killing them? What are they planning on doing? How can I help? I assume you called to tell me there is something I can do, not just to make me feel helpless as they die two realms away from me,” he snaps angrily.

“You have to talk to Diavolo and help me set up a call for he and Michael.”

“Why Diavolo?”

“The… only way MC will make it out of this possibly alive is if they fall,” Simeon says as his voice cracks and he takes a deep breath. “We’ve gotten father to agree to an approved fall if Diavolo accepts it. They can’t take the chance of falling like you all did, they will die. And father will only approve it if it’s guaranteed they will have a better life as a demon. Since they’ve done no wrong, it’s considered saving them not actually falling.”

“Are you serious? An approved fall? How will that fix anything?”

“We think by turning them into a demon it will no longer harm them. And possibly being closer to you will help. And there’s one other thing…”

“What?”

“If the call goes well… and you are willing. Father is willing to allow you to come get them and fall with them. I don’t know how you feel about coming here again, or having to go through it again. But I think they have a better chance of making it if you’re with them. The way they are now… I’m worried about the process. And landing. They’re going to need medical attention once they arrive.”

Lucifer swallows hard, visions of his own fall flashing through his mind, the scars from his missing wings aching at the memory. “I will think on it. And speak with Diavolo. Please keep me updated.”

-

Stepping through the portal, Lucifer immediately shields his eyes at the blinding brightness of the Celestial Realm, a curse slipping from his lips.

“Not home for two seconds and you’ve already given into sin,” a familiar voice calls out, he turns to see Michael and two other angels behind him.

“Habit,” Lucifer mutters, reluctantly shaking the hand offered to him.

“It’s been a long time old friend. Black looks quite different on you.”

“I feel it suits me,” he grumbles, starting toward the city in the distance with Michael at his side. “I’ve been in the Devildom a long time now. This place feels like I stuck my head inside a lamp.”

“I can’t imagine how you all live in darkness all the time,” Michael muses, his eyes flickering over Lucifer’s exhausted expression and ruffled black wings. “And as the Avatar of Pride I’m surprised to see you in such a state.”

“You get used to it. And today isn’t exactly a social visit,” he snaps back impatiently, fighting off the urge to go find MC himself. “I’m here to collect my deathly ill mate, and go through one of the worst days of their life with them. I’ve not time to preen.”

“I honestly never thought I’d see the day.”

“That I’d return here?”

“Well that,” Michael shrugs. “But more so Lucifer, the Morningstar himself taking a mate. What was a human mate at that. You always seemed… quite opposed to the idea. That kind of companionship never seemed to be your thing as it were.”

“Some things are just vague concepts you put little thought into until something gives it real meaning. I didn’t choose to take a mate, who they are made me want them at my side.”

Michael pauses at that, a gentle smile and shake of his head, “As eloquent as ever. But I will agree they are quite special. Stubborn and headstrong at times, but special. I had hoped to get the chance to get closer to them over time, but their heart had them focused on one thing, and I’m not their favorite person to say the least.”

Lucifer nods absentmindedly, his gaze fixated on the buildings ahead, “If they wanted me and our family, denying them that would do little to gain their favor.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t want you to see them, or to hurt either of you,” Michael sighs, reaching out to touch Lucifer’s shoulder, which he quickly shrugs away. “I felt it would be harder on them going there then having to come back. And father was worried they’d choose to fall. No one here wants someone to fall and take a chance at becoming an Avatar of sin. At least this way they won’t change much.”

“No one even bothered to tell me how they were,” Lucifer spits out, sending an angry look Michael’s way. “I only found out they’d even become an angel when I wanted to bring them back and was told it wasn’t possible.”

“Would it have helped you to get updates when you knew you wouldn’t be able to be near them or see them?”

“Yes. At least knowing how they were doing would have helped. Because whether I could see them myself, I still care about their wellbeing. Which clearly has been a problem for awhile now.”

Having reached the city, the two walk in silence, just the sounds of their footsteps echoing on the streets. Lucifer can feel gazes on him from all directions, and whispers coming from the buildings but he does his best to straighten his back and ignore it.

They finally reach a small house with Simeon’s name in golden letters written across the mailbox. Michael is barely able to knock before the door is swung up to reveal Simeon himself, and a very worried Luke behind him.

“You actually came,” Simeon says with a sigh of relief. “I hadn’t told them in case you changed your mind. I didn’t want to disappoint them.”

“Where are they?” he asks following Simeon and Luke into the house.

Simeon nods toward the stairs, “Second room on the right. We’ll wait here for you to bring them down.”

“Bring them down?”

“They… are very weak,” Simeon explains with a pained expression. “They can’t walk far, and probably can’t make it down the stairs. If you don’t want to carry them though I will, I don’t mind.”

“No, I will carry them,” Lucifer insists, turning his back to the angels and heading up the stairs. His heart beating loudly in his ears as he approaches the door.

His hand wraps around the knob, excitement building in his chest. They’re here. MC is on the other side of this door. The last he’d seen them was their lifeless body when they departed before. Now 100 years later they were just a door away. Alive.

Twisting the knob he lets himself into the dark room. Dark wallpaper, dark floors, black sheets, no lights. Clothes litter the floor, and the wall are bare besides a few pictures hastily taped to them. A picture of himself catching his eye before his attention turns to the bundle of haphazard white feathers on the bed.

“Simeon… you can stop fussing. I’ve… a-accepted this. Stop… hurting yourself,” their voice calls out to him, gravely and weak.

His chest aches at the sound. Defeated. Weak. Sickly. He crosses the small room and reaches out to smooth down some of their feathers. The state of them appalling. They’ve obviously given up. Their halo flickering dully over their head, and their breathing labored.

“Well lucky for you, you’ve someone new to fuss over you,” he finally responds, noticing the way their head quickly lifts up.

Their head turning towards him, rapidly blinking at him in disbelief. “I must really be dying, I’m seeing you,” they chuckle before laying their head back down. “Suppose my mind decided to be nice. Let me see you one more time.”

Gripping their shoulder, he carefully turns them over to take in their sunken features and how frail they look, a shudder running through his body at the sight. “Darling, this isn’t your mind playing tricks on you. I’m here to bring you home.”

“You’re lying, this is the Celestial Realm. You’re not here, you wouldn’t even come here if they let you,” MC hisses, tears in their eyes.

“I am here, and I’m here for you. And I am taking you home with me, we’re going back to the House of Lamentation. You’ll see the whole family, and you’ll be tucked into our bed,” he insists, reaching out a hand to them.

The look at him wearily, before reaching out and grasping his hand, letting him pull them up into his lap. They straddle his hips and stare into his eyes, their own wide as they take in his face.

Their arms quickly wrap around him, tears dampening his shirt under their face while he strokes their head, “I want to… but I’m dying Lucifer.”

“That’s why I’m here,” his lips press to their forehead. “We’re going to make you better. Did Simeon tell you anything about it?”

“He… and Michael discussed something. But I wasn’t understanding the whole talk. And they sounded unsure.”

“Do you trust me darling?”

“Always,” they respond immediately.

“It’s going to hurt, and it’s going to be frightening. But I’ll be with you the entire time.”

“Can you…” they start to say before trailing off.

“Can I what?”

“I just… wanted you to try something. But it might not work…” they inhale deeply and break into a fit of coughs.

“What is it?”

Unbuttoning the top of their shirt, Lucifer’s breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of his pact on their chest. Simeon’s words hadn’t prepared him for how grotesque it looked. Deep scarred wounds that looked alarmingly red formed the mark. “Can you try to touch it?”

“Won’t that hurt you?”

“It already hurts. And it burned Michael… but I just thought maybe your touch. I don’t know.”

His hand gently rests against their chest, a sigh of relief immediately leaving their lips as they slouch into his body.

“So nice,” they practically purr as his thumb follows the lines of the mark.

“That helps?”

“It feels cooling,” they whisper, their head lulling onto his shoulder. “I don’t know if you really came to take me back, or if you’re just here to comfort me. But… if this is how I go, I don’t mind it.” Their hand grips his waistcoat with the strength they can manage. “I love you, desperately.”

“Forgive me,” he nearly whispers in their ear, his eyes glued to the source of their pain. His mark marring their skin.

“For what?”

“It’s our pact. My love for you. My mark, killing you, if it wasn’t for-” he’s stopped by their finger being pressed against his lips.

“I wouldn’t have done anything differently. Even if this kills me,” they respond as strongly as they can manage. “As I told Simeon. They say that true love hurts, and damn being separated from you really fucking hearts. Literally. My chest has been on fire for a century.”

He laughs bitterly at that, blinking at the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, “You’re not supposed to be swearing, you’re an angel right now love.”

“Mhm, but I’m dying of having demon energy in me, I think it’s permitted this time. I’m also in the arms of a demon, I don’t think I’m good at this angel thing.”

“Well, you won’t be one much longer. I am taking you home darling, just stay with me.”

They hum lowly and snuggle into him as he stands up from their bed, holding them in close to his chest as their eyes drift shut. “Is there anything here you care about?”

“Pictures,” they mumble before their breathing evens out, the heat of it on his neck.

Noticing a backpack on the floor, he manages to grab it and rip the photos from the wall. Shoving a few other things he notices in the bag, he tosses it over his shoulder and heads out of the room and down the stairs.

“Are they…” Simeon starts to ask but trails off, his eyes wide with worry.

“They fell asleep,” he responds, watching the look of relief wash over his face. Shuffling them in his arms, he pulls the bag off his shoulder and deposits it in Simeon’s arms. “Whenever you visit, please bring that. I was going to bring it, but it’s safer with you. We might lose it.”

Nodding solemnly, Simeon accepts the bag and puts it across his shoulders as they head towards the door.

“I’m coming too!” Luke shrieks as he races out of his room, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“This isn’t going to be pretty,” Lucifer snaps back at him. “It’s no place for you to be.”

“He’s right,” Michael comments before Luke can respond. “You don’t need to see this.”

Luke hangs his head and hastily wipes his tears. “Can I say goodbye to them?”

Simeon glances at Lucifer who sighs before kneeling down to make MC accessible to Luke.

Luke races over quickly, taking their face in his hands and kisses their forehead, “We’ll see each other again MC I swear! You’ll always be my family! Even if you’re a demon! Be safe, please!”

He gently wraps his arms around their upper torso, pulling Lucifer into the hug as he sobs. “Take care of them,” he whimpers and he pulls back to meet Lucifer’s gaze.

“Always,” he answers, getting back to his feet and heading toward the door as the sounds of Luke’s sobs fade behind him.

Michael walks on ahead, Lucifer and Simeon following behind.

“I’m not ready to lose them,” Simeon admits, his voice cracking at the statement. “I cared for them deeply before, but they’ve become like my sibling. And I’ve failed them.”

Lucifer sighs and closes the distance between them, his shoulder bumping Simeon’s, “You didn’t do this. You tried everything you could, I believe that. I’m… not pleased with being left in the dark on this for so long. But I’m sure that was not entirely your call.”

“If I’d have known it was so bad, I’d have tried to do more, far sooner,” his white wings droop in defeat.

“Let’s just hope for the best with this. We have to move forward,” Lucifer responds stiffly. “It’s going to be rough. And we have no certainty it will even work.”

“I think there’s a far better chance with you being with them. But I can’t imagine having to relive it will be a pleasant experience.”

“It won’t be. I didn’t choose to return here and relive an experience from one of the worst days of my life for fun.”

Simeon reaches out to put an arm around Lucifer, a gesture he for once doesn’t fight.

As they make it to the field, Michael gestures a spot for Lucifer to stand. Laying MC on the ground, he gentle shakes them awake until their eyes are blinking open and searching for him.

“I’m sorry. But you have to be awake for this darling. I need you to be able to hold onto me,” he instructs as he pulls them up to their feet, supporting their weight as they stumble.

Their hands quickly grip his coat and their wings flair out behind them. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a chain, and carefully loops it around their waist, and then his own, sealing it with magic, pulling them flush together.

“You’re going to keep your arms around my neck, holding on as tight as you possibly can unless I instruct you to do otherwise. I’m going to holding onto your waist, tightly. This is going to hurt. There may be blood. I can’t tell you exactly what will change in you, it’s different for each of us. I don’t know how the pact with effect this. Just trust in me, and don’t let go.”

“If we do lose one another, scream. As loud as you can. Anything you can. Guide me back to you. I don’t intend on letting that happen, but if it does, that is what you do. Do you understand me?”

They nod weakly and reach up to wrap their arms around his neck. He gestures for them to jump up, hooking their legs around his waist between his sets of wings. Uttering a spell, the chains around them further tighten.

“Can I say goodbye?” Simeon calls out as they finish their preparations.

Michael nods, and Simeon races across the space to throw his arms around the two of them, his tears flowing down his cheeks. “Both of you please be careful. MC, you have become my sibling, and you always will be. I love you, and I promise I will visit.”

“And you,” he says looking into Lucifer’s eyes, “Whatever has happened, or will happen. You are still a brother to me in my heart. Protect them, but also yourself.”

Lucifer nods sharply, reaching out to briefly pat his shoulder before gripping MC again, “We will see you on your next visit.”

And with that Simeon steps back toward Michael, his arms wrapped around his own midsection in worry.

“Are you ready?” Michael calls out.

MC’s face tucks in the collar of his coat and their grip tightens as Lucifer glances down at them. Taking a deep breath he nods and clears his throat, “As ready as one can be for this.”

Michael nods back, a spell starting to flow from his mouth, the air around the two of them darkening and crackling in their ears. His chest tightens as he feels the ground bowing beneath, trying hard to keep his grip tight but not bonebreaking on their fragile form.

And before he can have another thought, the ground gives out from beneath them and they’re falling, a startled yelp coming from his lips as the memories swim in front of his eyes.

The familiar metallic smell of blood hitting his nostrils as they free fall, droplets swirl in the air around them. “Stay with me!” He shouts into the wind, feeling their hand splay across his neck, a cry of pain ripping from their throat.

It was then he started noticing the changes. Their white wings quickly darkening to black, tips of horns starting to protrude from their head, and the feel of sharp fangs sinking into his shoulder as they bite down in pain.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, just hold on,” he chants, saying it as much for his own benefit as theirs. His body wants to frantically grip at the air with his wings, but at this force he knows it would be futile. Him breaking his wings wouldn’t do either of them any good.

After several minutes he feels their grip on him loosen, their hands dropping from his neck and their legs loosening around his hips. Tightening his own grip, he quickly wraps his wings around the both of them to hold them together in a cocoon. His lips press to their bloodied hair between the growing horns and he focuses on their breathing. Still there.

When finally the scent of Devildom air hits his senses, he rapidly spreads his wings out to catch the air, jerking them sideways roughly at the sudden impact on their plummeting. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he manages to fully catch the wind and gain enough control to slow their landing.

Within seconds they’ve reached the ground, releasing his human form and twisting so his back hits the soil, knocking the air from his lungs.

And there’s silence. Dirt flies in the air around them, and he realizes they’ve landed on the same spot as where he’d fallen before.

Muttering a spell, the chain around their waists unlocks and drops to their sides.

“MC, darling, are you with me?” He asks, tapping them for a response. When he receives none he panics.

Flipping them over he presses his ear to their chest, to hear their heart still beating and labored breaths going through their lungs.

Changing back to his demon form, he rest back on his legs, his hands going through his hair as he tries to sort everything in his mind.

Their transformation complete, he realizes their pact did more than he could have ever guessed.

Their jet black wings spread out in the dirt under them, small horns not dissimilar to his own on their head, and a small black diamond in the center of their forehead. Their clothes had also gone black, a stark difference to the Celestial Realm robes of before.

Carefully pulling down the collar of their shirt, he realizes the pact mark hadn’t disappeared but had once again changed. No longer scarred and angry looking, just a soft blow glow emanating from it.

Fixing their shirt, he gets to his feet and carefully pulls them into his arms. Flexing his wings, he winces in pain, deciding they’d have to walk.

Pressing a kiss to the new black diamond on their forehead, he starts the walk up the incline of the crater he’d caused the first time he fell.

“There you two are,” a voice calls out, his head snapping up to see Diavolo and Barbatos waiting for them at the top of the crater. “Would you like me to take them?” he offers, but Lucifer grunts and hugs them closer to his chest.

“I’ve got them, they need me.”

Diavolo looks over them as Barbatos looks over MC quickly.

“I see their pact with you impacted their transformation,” he comments, his hands brushing over MC’s black wings. “Interesting.”

“I would suggest we get them back to the castle immediately. And as you’re injured Lucifer, I believe it’s best if My Lord flies them back. I can open a portal for us, I don’t think it’s wise to put their body through a portal at the moment,” Barbatos states as he once again checks their pulse on their neck.

Lucifer’s eyes flicker between the two of them, his fangs bearing as he holds them tight to his body. They’d taken MC’s body from him once. They’d also taken Lilith from him once. No. He wasn’t giving them up this time. They were staying with him. No-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo says firmly. “I will care for them. Do what is best for MC. Hand them over.”

Lucifer’s gaze drops to the ground, shame radiating through his body. He nods reluctantly and transfers them into Diavolo’s arms. Pressing a quick kiss to their cheek before withdrawing to stand beside Barbatos.

Diavolo gives them a nod before unfurling his wings and shooting up into the air, the crackle of a portal being made behind him turns Lucifer’s attention from the sky.

“How do they look?” he asks as Barbatos works.

“I didn’t get to examine them much.”

“I know you. You got more out of that than most people would.”

“They’re in bad shape. But it felt like their body was trying to heal itself. They still need immediate care, and it’s going to take time. They’ve been slowly dying from the inside out for a century, it’s not going to be an overnight fix.”

“As long as there is a fix, that’s all I care about.”

“Indeed. Satan and Solomon are also waiting at the castle to provide any assistance we may need.”

“You informed Solomon?”

“He’s a powerful sorcerer who cares for them, he’s useful help. And we have to take into account this is a unique situation. They’ve been human, angel, and demon. I thought having a human input may be valuable. I was more surprised that you informed Satan.”

“He’s studied intensively on potions, restorative magic, and he cares about MC’s wellbeing. I can trust that he’d do nothing to harm them.”

“Do your other brothers know?”

Lucifer shakes his head swiftly, “No. I didn’t want to get them worked up. Them frantically pacing waiting, or them hoping if there was no hope. Satan fortunately keeps the coolest head in these situations.”

The portal finally widens and the two step through it onto the shiny gold tiles of the palace. Barbatos quickly gets to work, calling for Solomon and Satan, throwing out a variety of orders.

As the four walk, Satan falls into step with Lucifer, glancing over at his brother, “Are they…?”

“Barely,” Lucifer sighs and reaches up to run his hand through his hair. “Diavolo is flying them here now. Barbatos thought it unwise to move their body through a portal after all its been through.”

“And you didn’t fly them back yourself?” he asks incredulously. “You just got them back and you handed them over?”

Looking down ashamed, he mutters a quiet answer back, “I… was unable. To fly.”

“You can’t fly?” Satan’s gaze goes to Lucifer’s wings, noticing one drooping lower than the other. “What happened?”

“I had to slow us down once we hit the Devildom air. Couldn’t chance hitting the ground at the speed we were going with the state they’re in.”

Satan nods, looking forward as he looks deep in thought. Sighing, he reaches a hand out, grabbing ahold of Lucifer’s wing and muttering a spell under his breath.

A cool magic quickly travels up Lucifer’s wing, a sigh of relief leaving his own lips, “Thank you.”

“MC would feel bad if they knew you were hurt helping them,” He snaps back, a red flush across his cheeks.

Catching up to Barbatos and Solomon, Lucifer surveys the room they’ve set up. Various medical and magical items in every direction.

The sound of the castle doors opening pulls Lucifer’s attention, turning back he heads toward the sound quickly to see Diavolo entering with MC in his arms. Lucifer holds his arms out as he approaches them, and Diavolo deposits them carefully into his arms. The pair head to the set up room.

After setting them in the bed, Barbatos and Solomon immediately start to examine them as Lucifer takes a step back between Satan and Diavolo.

Satan stares at their face from his position, before turning to give Lucifer a worried look. “I wanted to see them again… but…” he trails off.

“I know.”

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“Don’t push yourself too hard,” Lucifer calls out from his place in the air, watching as a mass of black feathers flaps wildly in the wind.

“I’m going to get this down I swear it!” MC shouts back excitedly. “I can fucking fly!”

“Flying might be a strong word for what you’re currently doing,” he teases, dropping in closer to them to grip their arm and stabilize them in the air.

“When Simeon tried to teach me back in the Celestial Realm I could never seem to get off the ground, so this is a vast improvement!” They insist with a smile.

“Just be careful.”

“I know Luci, I know,” they reply with an eyeroll, and spin themselves in the air happily and take off.

Lucifer shakes his head and chuckles at the display, pride blooming in his chest. The moonlight reflecting off their black feathers as they practice each drill he’d taught them.

Their change of appearance had been odd at first, the first time their eyes opened to reveal they’d gone crimson like his own had been the biggest shock. Having his wings, his horns, his diamond, his eyes, and then his pact mark still large across their chest, he realized exactly how entangled in one another’s existence they were.

To think they were once just a file sitting on the floor of his office. One folder that had sat neatly in a pile of hundreds that just happened to fall at the right time. One folder that slid under his shoe as they all scattered around his desk.

One human that stood before the council with determination. One human that flipped the house of demons upside down. And one human that burrowed into his heart and sealed their fate with a pact and a kiss late one night in the Devildom.

Now one radiant, exquisite, beautiful demon that reflected everything good inside of him. His better half some would say. A statement that should have hurt his pride. And if it had been said before, it would have. The implication that someone was better than he. But there they were. Nearly an extension of himself, his own shining star that filled him with pride.

Diavolo had always said he started the exchange program to foster relationships and understanding between the three species. To creating a better understanding, to learn, to grow bonds. Somehow MC had become a combination of all three, the best of all three if you asked him. Showing they aren’t all THAT different, and they most certainly can get along.

Now, if he just didn’t have to hear Diavolo brag about how his exchange program idea singlehandedly made him the world’s greatest wingman… that would be great.

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Masterlist

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Just thinking about Pro-Hero Red Riot dragging Dynamight along to one of his monthly visits to a local childrens hospital where he turns up in full hero gear to visit the sick children and Bakugou thinks it’s gonna be an absolute waste of time until he sees the way these childrens faces light up at the sight of the two hulking Pro-Heroes coming into the ward.

After the first visit Bakugou finds himself coming back regularly, often with Dynamight merch and toys (some which aren’t even on general sale yet) just to gift it to these children and to watch their faces light up again.

And his PR team keep trying to get him to do interviews, and the paps swarm the outside of the building trying to get the scoop but he refuses to talk to anyone about it. He’s not doing it for the publicity or the rankings, he’s doing it because he wants to. And the only pictures that surface are ones the parents have taken of their children or ones you post of him with them— the softest expression on his face as he gives the kids high fives or crouches down to their level to talk to them face to face. Gauntlet-arms resting on his thighs as he listens to them talk animatedly about heroes and their favourites— one little girl claiming her absolute favourite hero is Deku. And you hear Bakugou scoff and go “Yeah, he’s alright.” But the following week Pro-Hero Deku turns up to meet the girl, claiming that his friend Dynamight sent him.

ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔾 (𝟙/𝟛)

♱ Parings : Pro hero! Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader (They are 24)

♱ Tags : Reader cries alot and is lonely, Katsuki is an asshole in this part (sorry guys, I've been craving angst and fluff), mentions of mental wellbeing, mentions of toxic relationship, yelling, screaming, humiliation and anger.

All written in bold italics is a flashback.

♱ Synopsis : Realizing how much she had been neglecting herself for the man she loves and is married to, (Y/N) leaves him with the promise to come back once she rediscover herself once more. How long would it take for him to break and her to heal? Would it be enough to salvage their marriage?

♱ Warnings : This would be an 18+ story going ahead, so minors. Stay the fuck out.

For the first part there is nothing much to add.

♱ Saint says : It's finally here !! Haven't written bakugou in so long, that I finally did!!

♱ Status : It’s unedited. If there are mistakes while I’m re reading it, I’ll correct it :)

♱ Word count : 4.5k words.

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‘In sickness and in health.’

‘To have and to hold.’

‘To cherish and to love.’

‘Till death do us part.’

“Marriages were matches made in heaven” was a household statement you grew up with.

‘Where did we go wrong?’.

It hadn’t been long since Katsuki and you had decided to tie the knot, but with the way things were going on lately, it sure seems like the bond of matrimony had been dragged out long enough for the both of you to not stay in the same room, let alone stand the sight of each of each other without another argument breaking out.

“Why don’t you fucking go take a vacation by yourself?! Why do I have to be dragged along?” Katsuki yelled from the couch as you scrolled through a list of hotel rooms. “Japan isn’t going to collapse if you’re away for a few days, Katsuki. Heroes would be on a watch like they always have and the country along with its cities would be safe. Besides, it would be a good break for us-” you tried to reason, only to be met with a harsh glare that signaled there was no room for discussion. “What does a school teacher know about a hero? All you do is take care of snot nosed brats who do nothing but run around and play all day.” Katsuki muttered under his breath before turning to leave you in the middle of the room, whilst you clutched your laptop to your chest. His voice was low enough to convince himself that you didn’t hear him, but you did.

Arguments were not new with Katsuki. At first glance, he was loud and brash which women did not usually desire in a man. Patience was key when it came to dealing with him, and overtime, loving him became as easy as breathing.

“I told you to not leave your gauntlets on the floor Katsuki! Look!” you said, lifting the heavy object off the ground, frowning when another scotch mark was added to several. “Would you calm the fuck down? I just got home after a long day of catching some goddamn villain. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with you or your whiny ass.” he retorted venomously, kicking his shoes to the side in anger while throwing his gloves on the rack beside the entrance of your shared home. With a heavy breath through his mouth, he walked past you, not bothering to fix the mess he had made. Hearing footsteps disappear behind you, you felt a tear roll down your cheek, turning towards his messily scattered boots and gloves.

‘He might need them tomorrow’ you told yourself as you bent to pick up the shoes he threw in anger and kept them in their rightful place towards the right shelf that had been specifically designed for them. Picking up his gauntlets and placing them to the side, you stared at the sunken scorch mark into the wood, wishing it would disappear. Instead, it remained there as a memory of the time you didn’t matter to Katsuki.

“Why did you come to the agency? I told you I had a conference and you walked right in the middle of that.” Katsuki said angrily, running a hand through his hair while the other rested on his hip. “I told you I’m sorry. I just came by to drop your lunch-” you said, clenching your fists by your side. “Your lunch just caused a fucking embarassment (Y/N). Don’t you know how long I have dreamt of building this agency?” he asked in a dark voice. Hot tears threatened to spill from the corner of your eyes as you stood before the tall blonde man. You heard a sigh of disappointment from his mouth before he spoke again. “No answer huh… says alot about ‘my wife’. Go home. You’ve embarrassed me enough today.” Katsuki said, closing the glass door of the office behind him, leaving you in the empty hallway. With a turn of your heel, you made a beeline for the bathroom, closing the stall door behind you, you clutched your hair in despair and stared at the tiles beneath you while your back rested against the door, watching as each teardrop left its mark on the tile. “Did you hear about what happened in the conference room today?” one of the women whispered as she leaned over the sink, re-applying her lipstick. “Ahh… are we talking about our hot boss?” another asked with a smug tone. “More like his wife.” the woman responded. “Apparently, she wanted to drop off his lunch. I swear that woman just wants to keep that man to herself.” she said with the roll of her eyes, flicking the tap to wash her hands. “Are you jealous of Aya-chan?” the woman replied with a laugh. “I won’t deny that our boss is hot Miko. But why choose a nobody when you can have uravity?” she said, closing the tap. “Now that you mention it, Uravity is single and she seems to be a good person in the public’s eye. Our boss certainly deserves a woman of her title.” Miko said with a giggle. Clenching your jaw, you held back your sniffles, hurt by the words they exchanged with each other, not knowing you were there to hear them. You could feel your heart ache with each pulse and your hand shake with each breath, desperate to unlock the door and leave the suffocating stall. With a violent swing of the door, you faced yourself in the mirror, feeling pathetic at the sight of your puffy and bloodshot eyes staring back at you. ‘Maybe he does deserve better.’

You didn’t dare to step foot into Katsuki’s work space again.

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“It’s like I've run out of solutions for this marriage mom.” you said sobbing into the phone while playing with stray pieces of fuzz that came out of the blanket. “Have you tried talking to Katsuki?” asked her tender voice.

“Maybe we should consider counseling?” you said, tapping the wood of the dining table as the two of you sat for dinner. With the clattering of chopsticks against the lacquered surface, you watched from the corner of your eye as Katsuki clenched and unclenched his fist over the table. “(Y/N).” came his grave voice. Never had you thought your own name could be used against you as a warning before deciding to tread dangerous waters. “If it’s with us, we’ll handle it. I already have the agency and a PR on my ass about getting my “anger issues” under control. The last thing I fucking need is my wife crawling up my ass about how I’m supposed to be a good husband.” Katsuki said in a tone that left no room for discussion.

And as always, your only answer was “Okay.”

“Counseling is the last thing he needs right now mom. He gets enough of a burden from the agency as is along with the duty of being a good samaritan and hero. The thing of least concern should be me.” You said softly into the phone.

“It takes two to tango in a marriage (Y/N). You were the one who walked down the aisle that day. And waiting at the altar was Katsuki. You are one of his priorities and you should speak about it. There have been countless times where your father and I have had our arguments and fights. Brushing it under the carpet would do no good. Talking about it would help. I know Katsuki can be brash, but I know I saw something in him when you came home holding his hand. And if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t even accept him as my son-in-law in the first place.”

You felt your chest heave with a hitched breath at the mention of “son-in-law”. Memories began to play like an old disc, rewinding back to the day you had taken Katsuki to your house for the first time. It was nerve racking to say the least, given the brash attitude he had which caused older adults to scrunch their nose in disgust, but you knew better than to judge from the surface.

“Are you nervous Katsuki?” you asked, as he maneuvered his car around the corner of your neighborhood. He said nothing, eyes trained on the house that was at the end of the street. Killing the engine as he pulled close, he rested his head against the wheel, back hunched over. Breaths hitting the leather of the steering wheel, you reached your hand behind his back, rubbing it in slow patterns. Nuzzling his forehead further into his hands which clutched the steering wheel tightly, he clenched his jaw with a heavy breath through his nose.

“Baby…” you cooed to him. With the turn of his head, you watched as his eyes were swimming in a sea of self doubt. With the couple of years you spent knowing Katsuki, you knew how to read him at the back of your hand. It was only when there was a potential obstacle in your relationship did he become like this.

“Talk to me.” you said softly, reaching a hand out to his that laid pale on the steering wheel from clenching too hard. With a sigh, he intertwined his hand in yours, letting it rest on his thigh.

“I’ve never done this before. ‘S my first time… Don’t wanna disappoint your parents with me.” he muttered, squeezing your hand lightly. Returning a squeeze back, you rubbed your thumb against the taut skin on the back of his palm.

“Katsuki.” you called out to him in the most gentle voice possible. With the turn of his head, he watched you, eyes shifting from the way your hair to your eyes to the bridge of your nose to the curve of your lips. “My parents will adore you. Sure, you have your rough edges, but… I know you. I’ve seen you work hard day and night, seen the way you’re passionate about doing what you do and keeping on that path you dreamt of as a kid… being you is not easy, Katsuki.”

His eyes widened at your words. Never would he have imagined you to be watching him so close and thinking of his dream as a kid to be a stupid one, taking a completely different path as an adult. Moving his head towards the steering wheel, he reached out his free hand to your face, bringing it close to his. Eyes darting towards your lips, he leaned in for a soft kiss. Unlike other times, where he was eager to show you how much he cared, you could feel how soft and tender it was. Pulling away, you kissed his upper lips before holding both sides of his face in determination. “Ready to go?” you asked with a wide smile. “Let’s fucking go.” he said with a grin just as bright.

“(Y/N)?” your mother’s voice came from the phone you held to your ear. Clearing your throat from the choke up you had from replaying the memory you answered. “I’m here.”

You heard a sigh before your mother continued to speak. “Have you tried talking to anyone about it?” your mother asked in an exasperated voice.

“Oh my god. That villain you caught last week was a rather notorious one. Isn’t that right Arata?” Momo said as she slid her arm around his, her free hand holding her drink. “Heard he broke into a bank last week and had the balls for even taking over thirty hostages too.” Arata replied in a monotone voice, guiding his hand towards Momo’s hip. “Dear! Such crude language!” she shrieked, giving a playful slap to the shoulder while he chuckled.

“Pinky! I heard you had taken down another villain this week who targeted a kindergarten?” one of the reporters asked Mina. “It is important to take care of the little ones who look up to us. The operation wasn’t an easy one as children are easy targets due to them being harmless, but luckily we pulled it through thanks to the cooperation of teachers as well as other heroes.” Mina said, turning towards the cameras that were a sea of flashing lights, eager to captivate the hero who was climbing up the ranks. “Red Riot! It’s good to have you back at the agency!” one of the stocky looking men said, extending his hand forward for the pro hero to shake. “Pleasure is all mine, sir.” Kirishima responded quietly, setting his glass of whiskey down to shake the said man’s hand. You could remember standing awkwardly at the table as pro heroes talked about the work they did. Hardly a conversation for a school teacher to have. While everyone talked about busted drug deals, cartels, lawsuits and cases, you realized that they were a part of a much bigger but different world. Yours seemed to be smaller which had your family, kids studying in school, parents who would attend your conferences to discuss their child’s progress. It was easy to adapt a conversation but it was never easy to maintain it. But yet you continued to understand incident after incident as Katsuki and you stood together, each with a drink in one hand, laughing when the moment was right and humming when someone would pause at their sentence.

“So… (Y/N) tell us what’s been going on with you?” Jirou said as she leaned over the bar table. Fidgeting with the glass in your hand, you spoke. “Nothing much really… been teaching the children at school about Romeo and Juliet.”

A round of awkward looks were exchanged. Eyebrows raised at the drink in each hand with a thought before taking a sip, not knowing how to respond or what to say. “Well… that was tragic.” Kaminari tried attempting to joke before being elbowed in the ribs by Kyoka who thought it was offensive. The pro hero world didn’t have time for Shakespeare. With an awkward smile you bit your inner cheek, making a silent rule that silence during parties like these was golden.

“(Y/N)?” Your mother asked once more, disturbing your train of thought. With a deep sigh through your nose, you gripped the phone tighter before answering.

“All my friends have their own families Mom. And most of Katsuki’s friends work in the same field as him. They went to UA together and most of them are pro heroes. It’s happened times before and it will happen times again where they can’t relate to what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure there are people at school, colleagues that you work with?” your mother asked in surprise.

Moving to Tokyo had been a bad idea. It was away from Musutafu, and had a large and bustling crowd. Shizuoka had been quiet and peaceful whilst the new bulk of the Kanto region was a walking clock. Katsuki’s friends were a common sight to see in Tokyo as that was where the headquarters for pro hero agencies were. You hoped it would be the start of a new life, only to be proven wrong day after day. You tried seizing opportunities of meeting new neighbors, only to be ushered out just as quickly as you were done with greetings. Cubicles in your school office were just as quiet, given the fact that you were in a private one. Colleagues thought you were Dynamight’s trophy wife, hastening their footsteps along the hallway anytime they would run into you. The only person you could say you had a “girl time” with was Mina and that didn't happen often given that she was in the same line of work as Katsuki.

“I do talk to a friend from the agency sometimes…” you said, shifting your position deeper into the couch out of embarrassment.

“You don’t have any friends?” your mom asked in an accusatory manner. “It’s not like I don’t have any. When we moved from Musutafu, I left nearly everything behind including my social life!” you tried defending yourself on the phone.

“(Y/N). Look at the signs. You’ve not spoken to any of your friends, living in a completely new town, and not even found a person to have a social life with?” your mother reasoned.

“At least tell me that you go out… When was the last time you did?” Your mother asked in a grave voice. Your eyes wavered, thinking of an answer of when the last was that you went out.

“(Y/N)?” your mother taunted.

“... The hike with Katsuki.” you replied in a small voice.

“That was six months ago. So you haven’t gone out ever since you began packing your things, or moved there or when you were settled in.” your mother said.

“No.” came your reply.

“(Y/N). I know it’s difficult to abandon nearly everything and move to a new place. But… Why are you adapting to a routine Katsuki set for himself? You should go out, make mistakes, get lost someplace and find it beautiful. It won’t be long till you miss all that and actually need to take care of a child of your own, right?” your mother explained in the softest voice she could, trying not to scare you.

You could feel tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eye as reality dawned upon you. As time passed by, you hadn’t realized that you had lost pieces of yourself, all for the sake of making the man you love happy and content. Each day slowly chipping away what you were previously, leaving you with an empty shell of a woman who was too dependent on your husband. Was this one of the reasons why you thought Katsuki and you got along so well? Was there an individuality to you or were you just lost in the obsession of being your best for him and not for yourself? You began to shake as you wondered, ‘How long have I been living like this’, ‘Why didn’t I notice it earlier’. You felt air leave your lungs, your mind dragging you under water where waves swept you from beneath your feet, causing you to spiral into their deepest depths.

“(Y/N), I need you to breathe for me honey.” Your mother said calmly. “In a sequence now. Breathe in” you heard her inhale. “One, two, three, four… and breathe out.” she said, exhaling with a heavy breath. Sniffling you began to do what she did, inhaling and exhaling until you felt your heart return back to normal the feeling of waves receding into the ocean.

“Alright there we go. You’re doing great!” you other cheered as you gave her a watery laugh through the phone. “Before I go, remember, both Katsuki and you are in this matrimony together. Both of you share the same burden and responsibility both for your actions and for or against one another.” Your mother said in a soft tone. Rubbing the remaining of the tear tracks away from your eyes, you replied in a shaky voice. “Thanks Mom.”

“Don’t worry dear. Everything will be fine. It all works out towards the end… I have to go now, but I’ll call you soon okay?Love you.” she said with a hint of a smile in her voice. “Love you too.” you said before you heard the phone line go dead, ending the call.

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With a drop of his keys and a bang of the door behind with his foot, Dynamight had retired for the day from the agency. Walking across the room, he opened the fridge to grab a can of beer before promptly sitting down on the couch and turning on the television. Hearing the commotion, you made your way out of your shared room, luminated by the moonlight.

“Welcome home…” you muttered in a low voice. With a grunt, he moved to kick his feet up and place them on the coffee table.

“Um… Katsuki?” you called out, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the edge of the couch, far from the corner he sat in. He hummed in response, one hand busy switching channels of the television in front of him.

“Can we talk?” you asked in a timid voice. “Go ahead… I’m listening.” he responded, taking a sip from the can, the noise from the lit screen filling up the room. “Uh… could you turn the volume of the tv down? This is important.” you replied. Not bothering to respond as his eyes trailed from left right, reading the headlines, you sighed, moving around the couch. Shaking him by the shoulder, you spoke once more. “Please Katsuki, this is really important.”

“I said I was listening wasn’t I? God,it’s like I can’t catch a fucking break when I come home to you.” he said in a grave voice, pressing the mute button. “What?” your voice cracked as you spoke, feeling a pang in your chest at every venomous word he said. “Why can’t you understand that I’ve had a fucking long day and all I need is some good peace and quiet? Do you have to run your mouth every fucking time about something? If not about dropping shit on the floor, it’s about taking a vacation. When are you gonna learn that not everything is about you?!” Katsuki yelled. You could feel tears pooling at the waterline of your eyes; not from the feeling of sadness or grief or emptiness, but of rage and humiliation. With a shaky breath, you said, “I want us to go to counseling.”

“This again? I already said no.” Katsuki said firmly. Biting your tongue in defiance, you parted your lips. “Why not?” you asked as you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. “I am not going for a check on our marriage. It’s been going great so far and I don’t need shit to hit the fan for both of us with this.” Katsuki reasoned, waving his back and forth between you and him.

“You think this marriage is fine Katsuki?” you asked bringing your wrist to wipe away at the tears collected on your cheeks and under your chin. Acknowledging your question with a glare, he turned away from you. “I don’t have time for shit like this.” he said arrogantly, crushing the can in his palm. “When do you even have time for anything anymore? It’s always about work, work, work. Do you know how much I sacrificed for you?!” you yelled. “You don’t even fucking care about anything. Do you ask me how my day was? Do you ask me if I’m eating well or sleeping well? Do you even bother to remember me by when we live in the same fucking house?!” you continued, walking towards him. “Day after day after day” you said, jabbing a pointed finger towards his chest, “I have done nothing but take care of your best interests. Not only have you humiliated me as a person, you don’t even acknowledge me as an equal. If I can respect you as a wife, why won’t you recognize my wishes and effort as a husband, Katsuki?!” you said, fury threatening to bubble to the surface.

“Every fucking time I do something for you, all you do is whine and complain about it. Fuck, I don’t even know what is wrong with me and you’re not even there to talk to about it. Is that what this marriage is?!” you cried as you shoved him back. “Tell me.” you shoved him. “Tell me.” you shoved him thrice. “JUST FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY, KATSUKI !!!” you yelled at the top of your voice, causing him to take several steps back. With nothing to say back, you felt your shoulder heave up and down from the intensity. Your ears felt like they were on fire. You watched as Katsuki stood still, breathing hard from the hits that you gave him.

“That’s what I thought.” you muttered, before going to your bedroom and packing a duffel bag. Grabbing essentials, you changed into casual clothes, grabbing your purse from the hook. With heavy footsteps across the floor, you opened the door, letting moonlight flood into the living room.

“Where are you going?” Katsuki asked from the corner of the room. He hadn’t moved from the spot of the argument followed by the outburst. “Just taking a couple of days off… maybe more.” you said, lifting a foot to step out of the door. “It’s one in the morning (Y/N). Just get the fuck back in.” Katsuki said with the wave of his arm. “I can’t go on without answers Katsuki. It’s alright for one of us to not be okay with the other once in a while… but it’s to a point where we haven’t talked to each other about it and fixed it along with moving forward. But now? It’s in a state where you’re doing fine and I’m taking the collateral damage. I haven’t asked you the reason for it as my trust and love for you gets the better of me, but how long can I take it till I break?” you said with a sad smile.

“Just please (Y/N). Let’s go back to bed and we’ll discuss this in the morning.” Katsuki tired once more, daring to step closer to you. Dropping your bag to the floor, you almost gave in.

Almost.

But your mind wouldn’t let you, choosing to let you relive those memories where he would shout, yell, scream and ignore you. Hugging his torso, you pulled him close. “I’m at my limit Katsuki and I know you. Steel to the bone and you won’t change. Please, just let me have my way. For once. I want to salvage this marriage as much as you do, but I lost myself in it. And I need that part of me back or this won’t last very long.” you said in a low voice. Katsuki could hear his shaky breath, knowing that heart of hearts, he was breaking. Circling his arms around you, he hugged you back.

“You promise to be back?” he asked in a hopeful voice with glassy eyes, caressing the skin of your cheek.

“Don’t know how long, but distance would make the heart grow fonder of you.” you chuckled, letting a few tears slip.

“Alright. Do you want me to drop you?” Katsuki asked, grabbing the keys. Placing a gentle palm over his strong forearm, you pushed it down with a silent no.

“It’s best if I do it alone.” you said, grabbing the keys from the bowl instead. Kissing him goodbye on the cheek, you walked out the door, not daring to look back, knowing that you would stay.

Revving up the engine of the car, you pulled out from the driveway, while Katsuki watched you silently from the window, hiding his figure silently behind the curtain. Driving along the dark roads of the city that never slept, you thought about just how far you were willing to break yourself for the man you love.

Enough to still love him through each crack.

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06/24/22

CW Gun violence, death/

My friend is a trans woman who is currently homeless. Last night she witnessed her friend being shot and killed at a homeless encampment. She had to run away to avoid being shot herself. She is completely broke, out of gas, sick and traumatized, and still homeless. She just arrived in the city, but she needs to leave again after this terrifying night. Please please help. It's pride month, and I'm tired of begging every day for a trans woman to have what little she needs to survive.

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I love your writing sm! do you happen to have a masterlist so I can binge? 🤭

Masterlist

A assorted list of all of my works so far, more characters will be added in the future if requested. All of these works include SAGAU and yandere themes.

Fluff

Scara’s gnosis

Scara’s gnosis part 2

Scara’s gnosis part 3

Taking in Nahida as your child (Venti, Ei, Zhongli, Nahida)

Smut

Teaching Kunikuzushi about his body

Feral Tighnari

Using tentacles on Xiao, Albedo, Cyno, and Diluc

Fingering with Hutao

Taking care of Chongyun

Threesome with Xiao and Scara

FTM Scara brainrot

FTM Scara brainrot part 2

Angst

You don’t support Scara’s idea to become a God

“Picking __ as your favorite” series

Picking Xiao as your favorite

Picking Scara/Wanderer as your favorite

Picking Kazuha as your favorite

Picking Tartaglia/Childe as your favorite

my favorite genre of men.

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