Deaf Prohero!Bakugo, Who Woke Up In The Hospital After A Tough Battle, Only To Realize He Had Lost His

Why does this fit so well

A/N ::: Uh, don't read if you don't like sappy ass lovey dovey stories

C/W ::: "Let's play a game", it's Kats' idea. Put a finger down for every time you ...

WC ::: Just over 1,350

"Oi! Get yer ass out here, dumbass! Gonna play a game. C'mon." Katsuki called to you from the living room. You were taken aback by his words. The man never wants to play into any of your shenanigans or stupid little games. But you weren't going to miss out on this, oh no.

You came from the bedroom after just getting out of the shower. The hair on your head was still wet and tied up in a horribly messy bun. You hadn't put any makeup on and your clothes were ... well, just not cute. A baggy and very worn Dynamight shirt hung from you and you may as well not have bothered with shorts because they were not visible from how long the t-shirt was on you. It was your favorite piece of comfort clothing though and you were ready to fight anyone who told you it was gross.

"Ok, what're we gonna do? I'm really surp-" you started to say.

"Okay, y'know that put a finger down thing? Where someone says stuff and you have to put a finger down for everything you've done or want or whatever? We're gonna do that. But we gotta close our eyes so we can't see how many fingers we're puttin' down. K? Y'understand?" He smirked.

"Yeah, I get it, I get it. N-now? We're doing this now? Can I dry my hair f-"

"NO! Goddamn it, you can't dry your hair first. 'Sides, we're off today. The hell does it matter what yer fuckin' hair looks like, anyway? Now sit on the couch. Go go go." He herded you to the couch and pushed you back onto the cushion when you had nowhere else to go.

You plopped down with an "Oh! Ok, geez, Kats. Don't gotta be so rough." You giggled.

"You love it 'n you know it. Anyway, so 'm gonna ask you a bunch of questions and yer gonna put a finger down for everything you've done, yeah? My eyes'll be closed, too. So we won't know what the other person has done until we open our eyes and see. Got it?"

"Yes! I got it!" You closed your eyes and put your hands up in the air in front of you, palms facing your direction.

"Ok, put a finger down if ya been in a shitty relationship." You put a thumb down and pursed your lips thinking back to the complete asshat you were with before you got the courage to break up with him and open yourself up to better things. Like Katsuki.

"Put a finger down if ya ever been so tired someone had to carry you to bed." Folding your other thumb down, you smiled at the memory of waking up in Katsuki's arms as he whispered to you that he's got you, he's just taking you to the bedroom. He tucked you in, kissed your cheek and told you he'd be in 'soon as he showered the day off of him'.

"Have you ever been carried to bed?" You laughed.

"Yes, dummy. When I was a kid. Duh, now shut up and listen. I got more things t'ask you. Put a finger down if you've ever been so mad at someone you wanted to punch them in the dick."

You laughed out loud and asked if you could put more than one finger down but he told you to shut up and just do 1 if that were the case. "I'm about to punch you in the dick if you keep talking to me like that, you know. Jesus." The smile clung to your lips after you managed to stop chuckling and he went on.

"Put a finger down if you have ever been so in love you thought you were going to die without the person next to you every night and every morning."

The smile faded a little and you put another finger down. "This is gettin' kinda deep, Kats."

"Jus' shut up 'n listen, k? God. Gotta comment on everything, don'cha. Damn chatterbox. Now, put a finger down if you've ever loved how someone you're with smelled so much that you almost got high from it."

Your smile was gone now, you weren't frowning, but you just got a little choked up thinking about how much you love him. All of these questions are hitting so close to your heart and you want to open your eyes so badly to see how many fingers he has left, but you force yourself to wait a little longer. There are only a few more questions left, you told yourself.

"Ok, so, put a finger down if you're the happiest you can remember being," he said.

Oh how you wanted to just peek. Just a little peek to see --- "'F you open your goddamn eyes, I'll never play anything with you again, y'hear?"

"Yes! I hear you. I won't peek. But how many more are there?" You whined.

"There's 10. 10 for 10 fingers? Tch. I swear, you're lucky you're so pretty, princess." He laughed a little through his nose and continued. "Put a finger down if you don't ever want to be without me, ever 'gain. Like, y'know." He started to mumble a little. "D'you wanna be my girl ‘til the end, I mean."

"Can I put the rest of my fingers down because of how strongly I feel that in my bones?" You reached out and tried to touch him but he swatted you away.

"No! I still have more questions, god. Breakin' rules 'n shit. Look at you! Y'know, we don't hafta finish this 'f you can't play right. Damn brat." You could hear the smile in his voice. You always knew when he was smiling when he spoke to you. After 3 years together, you knew so many wonderful things about this man. It was borderline insane how much you love him. But you wouldn't change a single thing about it.

He continued, "Put a finger down if you have the rest of your life planned out. 'N don't ask questions. Jus' put yer damn finger down or not. Simple 's that. Ok?"

"The rest of my li---?" He interrupted you before you could finish the thought.

"Last few questions, babe. Can you behave?"

"Put a finger down if you like jewelry. Y'know, necklaces 'n shit like that."

"Ohhh I do! I do like jewelry!" You squealed.

"Then PUT ... A ... GODDAMN ... FINGER ... DOWN, BABE!!"

"You know, you're kinda not that fun to play this game with!" You doubled over laughing. And you continued to laugh until you felt his warm, rough hand on your thigh.

"P-put a ... uh, put a f- ah fuck!" His voice was low and cracking. Almost straining as he spoke. "Put a finger down ... 'f y'll marry me?"

You stopped breathing and opened your eyes to look at the man of your dreams. He was on his knee with a little black box sitting open in the palm of his left hand.

There wasn't any single thought in your head. But rather the last 3 years of your lives together. The happy times. The sad times. All of the times that you two have shared. They played out in slow-motion as everything outside of you and Katsuki ceased to exist in that moment.

"W-wha-what? Are ... are you ..." You couldn't speak.

"Will you marry me? Y'gotta put a finger out for this part though." He smiled softly and you could see a tear roll down his cheek. You got down onto the floor with him and kissed the wet line on his face and then his lips.

"You played a game to ask me to marry you? Katsuki Bakugou, I have never loved you more. And you bet your blasty ass that I'll marry you and be faithful to you until the day one of us kills the other."

He furrowed his brows, "Y'know I'll take you out first, right? Now c'mere. Gimme your finger."

Sliding the ring onto your finger, he looked you in the eye, and both of you realized you'd never felt more at home, more at ease, than you do right now.

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Spoilers for the orv novel: The way YOOHANKIM and how they correlate in terms of kids always makes me emotional

Warnings: violence, spoilers, su1c1d3. Read at your own risk

Thinking about how Kim Dokja is soft towards children. How he saved Lee Gilyoung when he could have simply taken the bugs, even if it’s hypocrisy in his eyes. How he didn’t leave him behind even when Gilyoung told him he could. How he acknowledged his he child who survived in Guemo station. How he knew Yoosoung would be a catastrophe and still didn’t want her to die, making her his incarnation and forgiving the 41st round Shin Yoosoung

and making THAT Yoosoung his daughter. Aswell as when he announced to the world before the final scenario that he wouldn’t be saving the people, only decided to provide them comfort that Yoo Joonghyuk would save them when he noticed a child who seemed afraid.

Thinking about how Han Sooyoung never hesitated to kill anyone, like with Shin Yoosoung, despite it being a child. Especially if it meant saving the world, she was no hero, but if she saw a way to prevent a calamity she wouldn’t hesitate.

How 1863 Han Sooyoung also didn’t hesitate for the deaths of children, how she told YJH of 1863 to let Mia die. How she was willing to destroy that world line solely to get home, taking the lives of many children with it.

Thinking about Yoo Joonghyuk who was already a “parent” raising his little sister. How noticeable it was for him to be soft with her, but also him in the 1863 who allowed her to die. That’s not saying he stopped loving her, it was her death in that round that made him go more mad, but he was at a breaking point, and perhaps Mia could be at peace and no longer had to die. Also him willing to kill Shin Yoosoung, another child who was once an ally, be it her future or past. Him who also was thinking about killing Lee Gilyoung at the beginning upon learning about his sponsor. He never hesitated putting those kids in danger he knew they could handle, and wouldn’t hesitate to kill children for the greater good.

Thinking about SP who also was at his limit but never once stopped loving Mia, how he longed to be with her again in that ball he was stuck in, but never could truly meet her. How he had compassion for that boy in his train car and how he tried to save him, knowing that he would still die, and thus he would kill everyone in that car, regardless of it being a child or an adult.

Thinking how all of those patterns go out of the window when they meet Yoo Joonghyuks sponsor, who was also a child…a pitiful one at that.

Thinking how Kim Dokja would have done everything to save that child, how he would have found any loophole, and making sure that child would be cherished and loved.

Thinking how none of that happens and he tries to kill the child, how the child called him a monster. How he has nothing but hatred for that child to the point where upon using the disconnected film theory he tried to slice his own neck. How he solely was thinking about a blade either to end his own life or that child’s life. How he was yelling for the child to be killed as he was being held back. Why?

because that child was him, and his future was being a monster.

How Yoo Joonghyuk who never hesitated to kill children for the greater good, refused to kill the oldest dream despite it resulting in the end of the scenarios. He held hatred for constellations, especially his sponsor who granted his stigma, and yet stopped Dokja from killing himself. Grabbing the broken blade so hard as he calls for the rest of the company to help him.

How SP wanted nothing more than FOR CENTURIES to kill his sponsor, the sole reason for his suffering, and so that he could finally die. How he forgave his sponsor so quickly upon seeing that it wasn’t the evil sadistic puppeteer he believed he was for centuries, but a child who loved his story with all his heart, a child who needed his story to survive. How he called him a pitiful child and rather then wanting the death he dreamed of, he chose to live, and would be willing to regress if it meant to make his sponsor happy.

How Han Sooyoung who never hesitated to kill children for the greater good, or for herself and yet, she punches Dokja just as he was about to strike the child with the blade, how she was crying while punching his body not out of hatred for him being partially the reason for the scenarios, but because he wanted to kill his past self. How she was grabbing him with Yoo Joonghyuk to stop him, trying to tell the oldest dream that they just wanted to talk and not hurt him, and how she was crying, trying to stop the plotter when they assumed he wanted to kill the child. How she reprimanded Yoo Joonghyuk from strangling Kim Dokja who was in a child form, with saying that it’s still a child.

1863 Han Sooyoung who wanted to stop TWSA from being published to prevent the scenarios, only to become the author of the book when she saw Kim Dokjas 15 year old self in a hospital bed after trying to end it all. How she recalled from a memory, regardless of it being hers or the original bodies, how Dokja said that the story saves his life. How she knew that millions of people would die, yet wanted to save him. How she didn’t care and only thought about that small child on the bed, how she knew her mental state would be rid of, and thus she forgot, as it all faded into the subconscious of the real body.

Thinking about how regardless of which of the three it is, their moralities and goals will bend solely when it comes to Kim Dokja, because while YooHan had the ability to stop the scenarios and their own suffering they chose to continue suffering for the sake of Kim Dokja and that little child who unintentionally doomed the world. Their correlation with children vs. The most ancient dream is the biggest proof one has. This isn’t me saying that they are child killers (YooHan), though if one had no context then they would assume so, but I just can’t get over the parallels with them and the children that are significant towards them.

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REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

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Gojo x reader; A nightmare that couldn’t hope to exist again

So I uh saw the newest leaks on jjk, and I wanted to be heavily comforted as I don’t know how to feel about it. Don’t worry this doesn’t contain the leaks, this is a what if scenario (info down below)

Here’s just some comfort as a what if, what if maybe after everything they somehow revive Gojo? I mean this Gojo right? He’s not a regular sorcerer…right? This is honestly to comfort me, don’t come at me if he’s truly truly gone.

Tw: Nightmares, fluff, Au of post canon where everything is saved and all, because I don’t know how the ending will go yet, ptsd, SPOILERS LIKE HUUUGE-

Poke poke

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poke poke poke

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poke poke poke po-

“ALRIGHT, I’m up I’m yawn, up, wha- OW!” His waist was still sensitive as heck, no wonder, he was slash- no, SPLIT, literally. Gojo groans as he blears out from his sleepiness due to the insistent poking, the poking who he assumes is coming from you, “listen I know you want me up but could you turn on the lamp? It would be easier to se- yelp agh…shoulda warned me, gosh my eyes… rub rub I hope it’s not to early, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep” he continues to ramble out of sleep for a bit and turns to you, or more surprisingly, your back.

Now that he thinks about it you haven’t done or said anything, minus the poking of course. “Hello…? Uh your awakened husband is here, seriously you can’t just poke me awake as I’m recovering from, well I dunno…MY BODY SPLITTING IN HALF and just remain in the edge all quiet and everything.” He tried to sound playful but you didn’t move, it was almost like you didn’t hear him, and suddenly he felt chills.

What if maybe…he was still out there, rotting in half? What if he left you behind..? What if what if what if-

He didn’t realise he reached out for you unconsciously until he felt the warmth of your skin and you turned your head slowly, not enough for him to see your face but well…enough for him to know you acknowledged his presence, he runs his fingers up and down your back “hey, uh, you okay? You woke me up and yet you seem so…distant and odd, love you know I’m here right?” He hesitated before holding your shoulder, where he felt the trembling and realised why you weren’t facing him, why you were so quiet. You turned around facing him which confirmed it, you were crying. With this knowledge he wasted no time in sitting up at the headboard despite his waist screaming otherwise and trying to situate you in his lap, which came along with your protests;

“Satorou! No I can’t…it’s still healing!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’m alive and it’s not like it’s gonna fall off.”

“It’s still healing, what if it gets infected due to a blood clot or something! Satorou I can’t, even if you claim it’s okay I won’t be okay…so please..”

The fear and helplessness is your voice is what got him to stop, so, rather than you sitting on his lap he had you both lie down and cuddle up to each other, making sure you were comfy while also proving he was comfortable aswell. He kept kissing your face, wherever his lips could touch as a gesture of comfort, he wanted you to feel, to know he was here, and he also wanted to know that he was here. He kept you against him while running his fingers up and down like earlier in a comforting manner, hoping to soothe you.

“…so, my scrumptious little dollop of happiness, love a-“ “Satorou don't you dare,” you interrupted with a giggle, both cringing and giggling at the super long phrase he tried to give you “haha! Just wanted to make you laugh, or atleast a it happier darling. Seeing that you giggled I had done an amazing job, right sweetheart?” He said as he kissed your cheeks, to which you giggled.

“Seeing that my first job is done, we are moving to the second job!” He said as his voice toned down slightly, “and that is finding out why you were crying when I woke up, my lovely spouse here shouldn’t be crying as I was sleeping, oh do tell me if it was the snoring, wait that explains as to why you were poking me aggressively!” He said dramatically to which you chuckled “no no Satorou, I’m sorry I woke you up, I just…I had a horrible nightmare about…about you and I thought you were…let’s just say I needed you, I needed you talking to me, touching me, I mean the warmth is enough but you sleeping, considering how your body has been…I just needed to see you alive” You mumbled the last part out quieter but he caught it. He didn’t know that his sleeping was THAT bad, he was told by Shoko that he slept like a dead man, but to make his one and only think that too? It broke his heart seeing you crying because of him, because he looked dead, and while you trailed off he had a good idea as to what you might have dreamed about, sure you weren’t out there but you knew the contents of his…death. Hmm…

”Is that so darling? Hm…what to do, this is rather a pickle isn’t it? Well as much as I would love to say that everything will be okay…I can’t confirm it considering the situation is still unknown,” he murmured while stroking your hair, you tensed against him as you knew this, but didn’t want to hear it. “However, Yuji and Shoko both are on my case, they refuse to leave me alone, and are basically forcing me into temporary leave, heck maybe considering my condition they will force me to retire all together,” he said with a joking tone which made you smirk. “I don’t know what will happen, for despite my amazing capabilities I cannot tell the future, if I could I wouldn’t have been split in half now would I? Hey…no I meant is as a joke, no I’m sorry I didn’t mean to dampen the mood..” he said upon realising you were tensing, fretting over his words,”damn it…I really suck with comforting don-“ “yes,”you deadpanned.

“…haha, did you really need to call me out?” He said awkwardly, when he got no reply he just continued running his hand up and down your back, the atmosphere eventually got comforting. The night was quiet, minus the ticking of the clock, and the wind outside, it was cozy and warm, safety was guaranteed, yet your trembling had yet to cease, he was about to speak up again when you interrupted him,

“I always hated your cockiness you know?” He looked down at you, “I hated how you always assumed you would win due to your abilities, it was because of that, that you became reckless and lazy, and even when fighting against a formidable enemy you still remained confident no? How do you think I felt in regards to that?” Gojo wasn’t stupid or deaf, you would always complain about his recklessness and how he could die, to which he would always brush off, one day it even lead in a fully fledged argument between you both, which lasted for days on end until you both broke the silence, realising that it wasn’t healthy for either of you to continue with this silence since you both had issues taking care of yourselves. That’s not to say your worries ceased, nor his cockiness, but he promised to be more careful, and well…he was cut in half. “I knew you know? I knew that the jobs were dnagerous and I knew you weren’t guaranteed a happy ending or anything, especially with your cockiness and all,” happy ending? Damn you had unique phrases didn’t you.

“I hate you so much, I hate you for making me worry! I hate you for dying! I hate you for making me grieve and mourn!” You kept crying over and over and letting your resentment be known until “I hate myself for being weak, for being unable to protect you…” Gojo froze at that, while he was aware of your worries, he wasn’t aware of how it affected the image you projected onto yourself, the fact that you couldn’t help him on the field, the fact that he surpassed you miles ahead, and the fact that he basically died. He thought about it for a moment before finally speaking up:

“I won’t lie to you, I haven’t necessarily been thinking about your needs on the field, or in general despite the fact that I love you. Getting stronger, teaching my students and defeating curses were mainly on my mind. For that, I am really sorry…but that doesn’t mean I loved you any less. If anything I’m at fault for not taking you into consideration, because the last thing I want to do is break my dearest spouses heart. Now that everything has changed, if there are curses they are most likely not strong, something I could take out within minutes, seconds even…hey dont give me that look, I’m not being cocky.” He trembled under your glare..

“Okay, maybe I’m being a little cocky, but that isn’t my point. The point is, the curses are weakened drastically and if that’s not the case then they are gone for good. Regardless of the outcome we don’t have to worry about danger, for we both are capable enough to defend ourselves, you with your self defence and me with my abilities. Don’t you see what this means?” He wiped the stains off your cheeks. “Just because everything is over doesn’t mean the pain and suffering will go away immediately, heck maybe never, I know Yuji will be unstable for a while, but that isn’t all there is. I’m not young, but I’m not old either, same with you. We still have a life to lead you know?” He pulled you against his chest while smiling, a soft smile reserved for his closest ones, like you. “So let’s live with happiness moving forward. Whenever you suffer I’ll be there to support you, just as I expect you to do the same. Let us live our lives to the fullest, like a normal married couple, it is my job as your husband to make you the happiest person alive no?” He murmured softly. You listened intently while resting against his chest, and then you spoke up:

“Can you at least promise me that you will remain safe moving forward? That you will take care of yourself?” You asked, looking at him expectantly, to which he hesitated a bit, to which you spoke up once again, “you said it yourself, there are no more major threats with the curses, so you shouldn’t be out there fighting and returning home all banged up, so it’s impossible for you to be able to break said promise…unless you plan to pull something?” You eyed him suspiciously to which he spoke up quickly,” NO! I uh…I mean no, I wouldn’t dare, and your right about the curses…so yes, I promise that I won’t ever put myself in danger recklessly ever again, and that I will make sure I return to you, in one piece, not two- OW!” He winced at your smack, however you were satisfied, and with that you snuggled up to him. A comfortable silence ensued again, until you asked one last question:

“Satorou…you said we would have a future of happiness earlier…what future do you envision when thinking of that? I mean I can’t expect life to be simple for you after everything that’s occurred…” He was silent for a long time, until he replied, “honestly I don’t know, I just tend to dream about your happy face, and me being by your side, touching you, kissing you, loving you, and living a happy life with each other, heck maybe even with a child,” he smiled at the thought.

“…then let’s make it come true.” You finalised, to which he looked down raising an eyebrow. “Let’s make your dream come true, for that is now my dream as-well! A dream like that…is a thousand times better than the nightmares.” You said with sparkling eyes, the first genuine emotion of happiness you showed that night.

He smiled, but didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, for all his words could be felt with his eyes, hands and body. He wanted nothing more then to secure that future, and so he squeezed you a bit tighter, to which you reciprocated, and just like that, both you and him dreamed.

He dreamed of you, your smiling face, your laughter, your iconic glaring face, you scolding him, and just living a happy life.

You dreamed of him, his smiling, his laughter, his face when he is trying to hide from your scolding. A happy life with a happy man, and even a glimpse of a child, a child you desired to have with him.

You both didn’t know if the world would even be safe, and knew that a “happily ever after” was near impossible for sorcerers or those within the circle, especially with someone like Gojo who had been different from the other sorcerers. However the world had changed for the better, you both knew that, so maybe, just maybe, his ending that intertwined with yours, and continues intertwining, could change too. However all you could do was dream in the meantime.

Nightmares became less common after that night.

*Credits to the amazing manga of JJK, also GOJO PLEASE COMEBACK ALIVE* *I hope you enjoyed! Mind you I’m not into JJK as a whole so I don’t understand the lore, please correct me if I do get things wrong!Also IM ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL AND FINALS AAAAA*

Guilt

opla!Zoro x gn!reader

Summary: Under the control of a hypnotist, Zoro is forced to hurt you. How are you going to heal?

WC: 4.4k

Warnings/tags: blood, injuries, torture, getting stabbed, a shit ton of angst, fluff at the end

The forest stretches endlessly out around you, giving you the impression of complete isolation, despite the danger lurking all around.

You aren't completely alone, thankfully. Zoro stands with you as you traverse the forest, pushing through the bushes to hopefully find some way out of this hellish situation.

Hypnotists hide in the forest with you, prepared to take control of you with a single look. You need to escape, but that seems impossible this deep in the forest.

The sun has been completely blocked out with a blanket of branches and leaves held above your head. It must still been day since you can see, but there is no direct sunlight and there hasn't been since you entered.

You hold onto Zoro's arm like a child, eyes darting back an forth across your surroundings in case anything or anyone jumps out.

Zoro allows you to hold his arm, his hand holding yours. "It's okay." He says, still looking ahead. "We're gonna be okay." It's for him to hear as much as you.

You know it would be unwise to stop. You need to escape, but your legs ache and you are exhausted.

"I need to stop." You mumble, keeping your pace nonetheless. "We can't stop." You resist the urge to whine. That certainly wouldn't help. "I know."

"We'll walk for a few more minutes and then stop, okay?" He suggests quietly, trying to compromise. You hum a yes and nod, trying to keep up before you hear something, stopping dead in your tracks.

"Just a few more minutes." He tries to spur you into motion, but you look up at him, fear in your eyes.

"Something's there." You press your back to his, your natural place when preparing for a fight.

You hear footsteps from behind you and instinctively close your eyes. That way you can't be hypnotized.

You feel Zoro reach for his swords, drawing them from their sheaths, at the ready.

Then something happens. He freezes against your back and you know something is wrong. You take a step away as he spins around, swinging where you had been standing.

Hypnotized.

Your blood runs cold as you see his face, completely void of emotion. No soft smile or mild frown. It's a blank slate, there is emptiness behind his eyes. He's a puppet for the man standing behind him.

His posture is rigid. It's like someone turned him into a mannequin. There is no protectiveness about him. No kindness. He is not there. He's just a vessel. His swords are already drawn.

You run back into the forest, drawing your own sword to defend yourself, moving as fast as your legs will allow you.

The men follow you as you run, but as long as you don't look the hypnotist in the eyes you're safe.

Zoro follows close behind you, eventually tackling you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

As you gasp for air, he breaks out of the hold the hypnotist has on him, loosening his grip on your arms.

He looks confused and for a second you want to kiss him for coming back to you, but you know as soon as the hypnotist reaches the two of you the control will take over again.

You break away from him, taking off into the bushes, getting air in staggered breaths.

You look back to see Zoro go rigid again, the simple action causing you to stumble over a root, hitting the ground hard.

Zoro takes his time now, the hypnotist doesn't want to let him go. You stand, trying to regulate your breathing before holding your sword out, preparing to duel.

He lunges a you, but you're lucky. The hypnotist doesn't know how to use his swords. The movements are sloppy and leave plenty of space for you to attack.

You don't attack, though. That's still Zoro. Not right now, but inside he is, and you can't shake that. You can't hurt him.

You dodge his attacks easily, he gives you more than enough time to block. The fight would have a clear winner if you were to actually attack him.

He continues to slash at you wildly as you begin to scream for help. If any of the others can hear you they'll come to help. Hopefully.

You manage to knock him off balance, immediately taking off into the woods again, calling out for anyone.

You run fast and Zoro follows behind you, staying in the trance from the hypnotist, swords at the ready.

You don't look back. You just keep screaming, your legs burning under you. You keep running until your legs physically give out under you.

This time, when you hit the forest floor, you don't get up. You just lay there, heart pounding in your ears, your voice cut short by the fall.

You feel hands grabbing you, turning you over on your back so you can see what's about to happen to you.

Zoro sits above you, his weight holding you to the ground. Your elbows are pinned to your sides. You can't move. You can't escape.

Your sword fell out of your hand when you hit the ground and it now sits out of your reach.

His swords are discarded as well, the hypnotist likely knowing how to use fists far better than blades.

Instead of calling for your friends, you try to get through to Zoro. He lands the first blow against your face and you resist the urge to crack.

It isn't him. It isn't.

Zoro would never hurt you.

He's being controlled.

It's not him.

You hope that by some miracle he'll be able to break through the hypnosis with the power of love, but you can tell it's a silly idea.

Still, you try.

"Zoro! Zoro please! Try to come back please!"

Your begs are cut short by him forcing a forearm against your windpipe. Your voice struggles as he slowly suffocates you.

He adjusts himself at some point and your arms free themselves, reaching up to force his forearm away from his throat, your legs kicking under him.

You are struck by the blankness of his face. So much so that you force your eyes shut. You think it would be easier to handle if he looked angry. His appearance is uncanny. There's no exertion on his features. He's just staring at you, blinking occasionally. There's nothing.

It would be easier if he looked like he had a reason to hurt you. Any emotion. Even joy. You'd prefer seeing joy over this void.

You can't tell if it's worse that he's hurting you or that it looks like he doesn't even care. You know, you know that it's because of the hypnosis that he looks like this, but it's killing you.

You know deep down that he isn't even conscious. He is asleep in his brain while being controlled. He doesn't even know his body is doing this.

It's a small mercy to think at least he won't be tortured with these memories. He won't be able to see his forearm pressed against your neck as you beg him to stop.

He eventually removes his arm from your neck, allowing you to breathe. You can scream for help again. He wrangles your arms back to your sides and leans forward to grab your sword.

His knee digs into your side as he examens the blade. You begin pleading like your life depends on it. In a way, it does.

Maybe you'll be able to contact the sleeping consciousness in his head and wake it up. Have him take over again. You can only hope.

"Zoro, let me go. Zoro, please, please stop this." You start to cry. It's pathetic but it's your only defense at the moment. You can't hurt him.

He moves the sword against your arm, dragging the blade across your skin, watching the red line appear and begin to bleed.

You can feel the blood trickle down your arm as he moves to your opposite shoulder, drawing a line across it, 'accidentally' scratching the skin of your cheek with the pointed tip of the sword.

You continue to scream and cry and beg. You need your crewmates. You need backup.

You watch as Zoro lines up the blade perpendicular to the ground, the tip sitting on your bleeding shoulder.

"No." You say the word as if it will stop him. Nothing else has. He's still emotionless. Still being controlled.

You feel the blade plunge through your shoulder one second before Zoro's body relaxes.

His eyes go wide and his brow furrows as he tries to understand what just happened. When he sees his hands wrapped around the hilt of your sword, buried in your shoulder, his hands drop it. He's terrified.

He gets pulled off of you and he just sits there, watching as Nami approaches you.

You've never seen Zoro so scared. And yet it's a miracle to see anything on his face.

You're more focused on the pain radiating from your shoulder, trying to pull away from it. You hold back the urge to scream, groaning instead

Nami lifts you up, supporting you against a tree. You can see her mouth moving, asking questions, but your vision drifts to Zoro, who sits confined within the hold of the rest of the crew.

His eyes are haunted. They're talking to him but he isn't listening.

Your eyes meet and you're glad they finally do. He's there. He's back in there. He's him.

The sword juts out of your shoulder, standing up, supported by your body. Nami removes it, launching you into another pained yell before trying to silence yourself.

Nami is quick to work with a field dressing, patching up the bloody wound and covering up the cut on your arm. You'll need more help when you get out of the forest, but it does the job for now.

Nami doesn't try to get any answers from you. She just wipes the the blood and dirt off your arm and hastily wraps it up.

You read her lips and listen hard to understand her. She says you're so close to the edge of the forest. You're thankful, but fear eats away at you. It consumes your mind, squirming through your guts.

You want to throw up, or sob, or both. You end up crying, every other breath interrupted by gagging, but since you haven't eaten all day, nothing comes out.

You can see Zoro and the boys watching this and as much as it hurts to see him scared, you're still glad you can see his emotions.

He's horrified. Fear and grief rush across his face. He knows he did this to you. His eyes briefly dart to the man lying on the ground. Unconscious. He can't take control anymore. He doesn't have to. He's done enough damage.

Your hearing slowly returns and you look at Nami. "What happened?" You know what happened. You remember every grimy detail. You just want the slim chance of being told that it was a dream. A hallucination. That it hadn't actually happened.

"One of those hypnotists found you. He took control of Zoro. He was forced to attack you."

You nod, numb. You want to talk about how scary it was, but Zoro is sitting right there, eyes full of concern, staring right at you. His focus never wavers.

You let your head fall against the tree. You just want to go back to the ship. "I wanna go." You mumble at the ground, feeling hollow.

"Let's get you back to the ship." She helps you up and after some silent discussion, an arrangement is made.

Zoro walks at the very front of the group, next to Luffy and you walk at the back, supported by Nami. This way you have the feeling of security and confirmation that he won't attack you.

You know he won't. Since the hypnotist is out of the picture, everything should be alright. And yet, your brain replays the pain. The fear itches at you and there's a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Zoro wouldn't hurt you of his own accord, but he could be forced into doing it.

You try not to think about how any of the people around you could be manipulated into doing the same.

Sanji and Usopp stand as a buffer between Zoro an you, like some sort of extra protection. You feel like it's excessive, but you don't say anything. Neither does Zoro.

You can tell Zoro wants to look back at you. You see muscles in his neck twitch as he debates looking at you, making sure you're okay.

He turns around once, and you flinch. It's not intentional and it drives shards of ice through your stomach. You're scared of him.

As you walk, you realize the strange fact that Zoro shouldn't apologize. Nothing about this situation was his fault. The actions done against you aren't his. He has no reason to apologize. It's not his fault, but you know the hypnotist isn't going to feel the guilt.

This is the kind of experience that would bring you to his side, snuggling deep into his arms, trying to escape the feeling of your attacker. But when it was him who had attacked you, you didn't know what to do. You craved his touch, but it was his touch that had hurt you in the first place. The arms that kept you warm and protected had suffocated you. The hands that usually wiped away your tears had driven the blade into your shoulder.

You can't stop thinking about it. It replays over and over again in your head. You see Zoro's face hovering over yours. You feel him hurting you. It makes your heart break.

You have to stop for a second when you realize that you don't think you can be left alone with him. Not after that horrific encounter.

Out of the forest finally, you see the sun. It isn't a good sign. It's a dawn on this new trauma.

A doctor fixes you up properly, telling you to rest and what to do and what to eat and drink. You barely listen. Everything is wrong.

There's a celebration for your acts of heroism. For freeing the town from those hypnotists who have been controlling them for years. You don't enjoy it. You pretend like nothing happened in the forest. That your injuries were accidents, and earned in a direct altercation with a hypnotist. A lie, and a terrible one. You and Zoro stand far apart whenever necessary.

You don't know how to feel. You aren't angry at him. You don't blame him. He did nothing wrong. The hypnotist is to blame. But every time you tell yourself that, you flash back to the forest floor, watching Zoro position your sword over your shoulder.

That night, you sleep alone in the room you usually share with Zoro. He bunks with the boys.

The room is empty, but you can't sleep next to him. Every inch of you is simultaneously asking to run into his arms and force yourself as far away from him as possible.

You leave in the morning, without much discussion. The boat just floats away from the harbour, leaving a horrific scene behind you.

For the first few days, you handle things without much trouble. You do your best to avoid thinking about the situation and risk getting riled up. You are forced to stay in bed, which makes the task of not thinking about it much harder, but there's usually someone there to accompany you.

Zoro doesn't visit. You suspect he doesn't want to hurt you further by appearing like a memory of what you've just experienced, but I doesn't feel right to not have him there. The others don't ask if you want to see him for fear of agitating you and you don't say anything about it because your mouth zips up of its own accord any time you ask about him coming to see you.

"How is Zoro?" You finally force out one day, during Nami's visit. You trust her to give it to you straight. "He's not doing good. He blames himself." You shake your head. "It's not his fault."

Nami sighs. "We know. He's the one having trouble. He misses you, but he doesn't want to visit and scare you." She looks over, an unspoken question finally coming to light.

"Do you want him to visit?" She watches the way your mouth closes and your body freezes, stopping you from answering. "You can say no. I won't tell him that you did."

You don't answer, the ever present conflict in your head raging on. You sit on the bed, feeling emotionally exhausted as your silence answers for you.

"That's okay. Take your time. Sanji will bring you dinner later, okay?" You just nod, mouth wired shut. It's too much.

For the first few nights, you sleep out of exhaustion, but once you're caught up on sleep, it wears off.

You suddenly can't sleep at night. You'll wake up at random times for no reason and it takes incredible amounts of willpower to get back to sleep.

It's midnight, and you don't even feel tired. Your thoughts return to him, defending him while your brain tries to fight you off with images of him hurting you.

The bruise on your neck has almost disappeared, and your arm is much better. You suspect the stab wound will have a scar, but the cut managed to heal quite well, only a slight line remaining on your skin.

In the morning, you are expected to make your grand return, allowed out of bed, but as of right now, you need to get out. The world is sour and you can't stay in the room you are supposed to share with Zoro any longer.

You step outside, hoping whoever's on watch duty understands that you need this.

Initially, you want to find Zoro and just see him. Know that he's safe. That he's still there, even if your mind can only conjure images from that fateful day.

You pass by the boys' room without stopping. You don't want to rouse them from their sleep anyways, so you just walk around outside.

The cool night air wraps around you, making you shiver. Your skin comes alive with small bumps in reaction to the chill.

The sky is clear and the water is calm. It's a perfect night. There's no wind, at best it's a breeze, and only the sounds of water lapping at the hull of the ship to help lull people to sleep.

You sit on the deck, staring out at the water, vast, blue, and unforgiving. You feel something bubble up in you, but it's as if the bubbles are made of tar, floating lazily upwards, popping and coating your insides with a sticky, black ichor.

You feel sick, but not like you're about to throw up. You just feel wrong.

You forgot the night watch schedule, who wouldn't after what you'd been through, but it means that Zoro is the first to see you out of your room. He shirks his duties slightly, focusing his attention on you.

He faces your back, watching uneven breaths take your body. He isn't sure if he should go inside and wake someone else up to deal with this. He isn't sure of anything. He can't stop envisioning you after he was freed from the control. Eyes wide, bleeding profusely from a wound brought on by his hand. He feels completely unable to do anything to help you.

He hasn't seen you since the celebration back on the island. Even then he had kept his distance.

You seem to have healed well, you've regained some movement in your shoulder, limited as it is. He's grateful that you haven't been hurt permanently. That would be awful.

He takes a step towards the rooms, planning to fetch Nami, he thinks she'll be the best help you can get, but his foot drags and you pick up on the noise, whipping around to face him.

You look up at the elevated deck he stands on, both of you are frozen in place. He looks blank again. But not in the way the hypnotist had done it. Instead of a lack of emotion, there's too much. He has so much to feel, and only a limited space to express it.

Concern and worry are visible on his face and you remind yourself that this is Zoro. He doesn't want to hurt you. He would never intentionally hurt you. He loves you and he wants you to be safe.

You mind counters this with reminders of how it felt to struggle beneath him, unable to get through to him, to bring him back.

After a while, he takes a cautious step forwards. You don't move away.

"Can we talk?" The question is one you've heard him ask once, when he first confessed his feelings to you.

He doesn't typically engage in conversation, but times are difficult. Changes need to be made. You take him up on his offer.

"Yes. Come down here." Your words are stilted and sound forced. Your heart pounds in your chest as he comes down to you, every movement careful and precise.

When he reaches the same level as you, he keeps his distance, backed up against the railing, allowing you to make the boundary.

He's never been good with this kind of thing. Vulnerability. It isn't easy for him. Which surprises you even more when he begins the conversation.

"Is there anything I can do? To help?" You stare blankly for a second before shrugging. "I don't know." You want everything to stop. You can't stand it.

"I'll keep my distance, if that's what you want." "I don't." The words slip out without warning. For once, your body doesn't stop you from trying to reach out to him. It's the truth. If it's going to hurt with or without him, you want him anyways.

"I want," you search for the words, forcing your head down, staring at the deck. "You. With me." You say it to the wooden boards of the deck, trying to keep yourself balanced as the pent up emotions threaten to overtake you.

"But I need to go back to the start. With the touching." You're surprised at how well the words come out.

Zoro hadn't been overly touchy before you were together, but after a while, the two of you were nearly always touching in some way. He already misses it, but he knows he'll do whatever it takes. You're worth it.

"Yes. Of course." He bows his head to you, nervously.

You think back to the beginning. The first days with him. Small touches. Nothing too strong. Brushing hands, gently pressing against each other when there was no room for personal space.

He used to kiss your hand.

It had made you laugh when he first did it, mocking some romantic man the two of you had been watching. It grew into a joke, and then it was serious. Any time he wanted to make you smile, he would kiss your hand.

And so, as an offering of new beginnings, you slowly walk across the deck towards him, pushing away the memories from that day.

He stays still, trying not to scare you. You take his hand and he lets you guide it up towards your face. His hand is warm in yours.

"Start small." You whisper to yourself, reminding him of the way you spoke to him in the beginning.

"Let's start small." He had said, knowing neither of you were ready to dive in, to have the full experience off the bat.

"Okay." He said quietly, barely a breath in the wind. You lift his hand up, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

He's glad it's dark and nobody else can see him because his face is as red as they come.

You can tell though. The slightly flustered look is all you need to see to know he's the exact same shade as a tomato.

You smile and his heart flutters.

"I love you Zoro." The words start to flow easier and for a brief moment things feel normal again. "It's nobody's fault, but I'm sorry we have to do this."

He resists the urge to lean over and kiss your forehead. "I tried to attack him. It's my fault we're in this mess."

You let go of his hand and turn your face serious, watching him carefully. "It was nobody's fault. Not mine, not yours, not Luffy or Usopp or Nami's either. The blame lies on that damned man and his hypnotic eyes. And it's over now. Nothing can be done about it." Zoro nods and reaches out a hand, an offering for you to take, if you should want it.

"To new beginnings?" He says gently and you can tell he doesn't expect you to take his hand. Maybe to surprise him, you do.

Your injured arm raises up, the fingers slide between his, lightly holding him. His fingers wrap around your hand, light enough to let you pull away without resistance should you have to. He's strangely good at helping you.

The two of you sit in silence, your hands sitting between you.

Carefully, you try something risky. You lower your hands and move closer. You just want to try. To know if it feels awful.

You press your body to his and he is deathly still. His breath hitches and you wonder if he knows you can tell he's about to cry.

You wrap your free arm around his body, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Your turn." You mumble into his chest. You feel his arm move. Your heart jumps, but you can't tell if it's out of fear or love. You decide to let it happen anyways.

His arm carefully wraps around your back, holding you to him.

You look up to see a single tear dripping down his face, a sight that makes you want to cry yourself.

You decide that you need this. You cry in his embrace as well. It feels like normalcy. It feels like home.

You separate after a while. It's a bittersweet parting, but your hands stay together.

"Tomorrow, please come back to our room." You say quietly. You don't know how this will work, but you know it will, and that's enough.

To new beginnings indeed.

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Babysitting

(Bakugou Katsuki x reader)

You offered to babysit triplets for a friend, but Katsuki wants your attention, and he wants it now. So it turns out you have to babysit four demons who are filled with attitude and chaos.

Warnings: Bakugou. Cursing, slightly suggestive?

Contains: Crack, fluff, mentions of marriage and having kids, Third year! Bakugou, reader is silly, and Bakugou is a ridiculous boyfriend. Mild making out, chaotic triplets, Bakugou is petty but clingy with reader.

"C'mon, handsome. It's time to let go."

Currently, your boyfriend, Katsuki, is clinging to you like a koala. Literally.

He has his legs wrapped around your waist, and his arms circled around your shoulders. His face is stuffed into your neck, while his fluffy spiky hair is shoved into your face. You would find him cute if you didn't have to leave in ten minutes.

A deep sigh leaves you, not being able to walk with your 5'11 boyfriend wrapped around you like a baby. Not to mention that he has stupidly big muscles everywhere, making him kinda heavy to carry.

Your hand playfully reaches to poke his cheek, to which he huffs in response and nuzzles his face into your neck. The action makes you flinch, as you're ticklish, so your boyfriend is basically torturing you.

"B-Babe! Stop!-"

The blonde scoffs, squeezing his arms and legs around you while pressing wet kisses onto the exposed skin on your shoulder. The sensation is ticklish, making you shiver as you feel your face heat up. Yeah, he's not getting off any time soon.

With a sigh, you place your hands under his thighs, hoisting him up as a surprised grunt leaves his lips. You hold him securely, rolling your eyes when his grip tightens and his head peeks at you with a 'you better not drop me or I'll kill you' look. Nonetheless, you carry him like a baby! He is a baby. Your stupidly ridiculous, heavy, grumpy, handsome baby.

Taking the first few steps is difficult, but you manage to waddle to your desk while carrying Katsuki with you. What does his mother feed him?! You extend your hand to grab your bag, struggling to do so as little grunts leave your lips. Katsuki rolls his eyes, unwrapping one of his legs around you to kick your bag farther away from you. Your eyes twitches in irritation, shooting him a glare as the blonde snickers and buries his face in your chest.

"I should abandon you in an alleyway."

"I'll fucking duct tape myself to your hip."

You sigh disappointingly, shaking your head to which your boyfriend hates. So the bastard licks your face like a dog instead.

You yelp, face scrunching as you drop your boyfriend onto the cold, harsh floor. Katsuki grunts loudly, rubbing his lower back while shooting you a lazy glare. "The fuck was that for?!" He grumbles.

You stare down blankly at your boyfriend, grabbing your bag forcefully as you lightly kick his rib while walking over him as if he's a rug. The blonde scowls, turning onto his stomach while grabbing your ankle with both hands, making you drag him across the floor.

Katsuki whines dramatically, his face sliding against the floor as you try to shake the heavy and bulky man off of you. "Quit trying to abandon me! Where the hell do you have to go anyway?!" He shouts, wrapping his arm around your leg so it makes you harder for you to leave him.

With a struggle and a few kicks towards him, you manage to grab the doorknob, a determined smile on your face as you glance down at your angry gremlin smugly.

"I'm going to babysit. And if you don't let me go, I'm taking you with me!"

Yeah, he's starting to regret acting like a fucking toddler.

Currently, you're handling three little children who are the reincarnation of tiny demons. But no, their just sweet little angels in your eyes.

Katsuki is worried that you're blind.

He's slumped onto the aqua colored sofa, arms crossed with a scowl on his face when one of the kids keeps clinging onto your hips while whining like a toddler. That's his fucking job.

One of the triplets, a girl named Aimi, is standing in front of Katsuki shyly. The blonde glances down at the small child from the corner of his eye. The young girl flinches, blush creeping up her cheeks as she tilts her head away with her hands behind her back.

Katsuki raises his eyebrow, huffing with a roll of his eyes before grumbling loudly. "What do ya want?" The girl smiles cutely in response, twirling side to side as she reveals the plastic princess tiara from behind.

No. Absolutely, no.

Katsuki's eyes widen, a scowl leaving his lips as he sits up straight on the couch. "There is no way in hell!-" You send a glare at him, having the other two children clinging onto you as you open their bags of veggies. Katsuki shuts up. He somewhat fears your wrath. That, he will admit.

With an exaggerated groan, Katsuki rubs his face with his hands, having a deadpanned expression while sending a glare to the little girl in front of him. "Fine! But don't you dare to that makeup crap with me!" Aimi gasps happily, having a wide smile as she grabs the blondes' hand and drags him to the small table.

The other two boys, Haruto and Dai, are clinging onto you like Koalas. One of them is wrapped around you like a backpack, while the other is sticking onto your legs. The two boys snicker seeing Katsuki having to participate in a tea party with the most dreaded look on his face.

You glance at the scene, unable to hide your laughter at the sights of your boyfriend wearing a pink tiara while barely being able to fit on the small plastic seat. The blonde snaps his head towards you, having an angry pout on his lips as his face turns a shade of bubblegum pink of embarrassment.

"Quit laughing at me!"

You snicker, giving a cheeky smile to your boyfriend as you place the veggie snacks onto the plastic table. "It's time to eat your veggies, Aimi." You smile, patting the girls head as she giggles in response. You glance at Katsuki slyly, a smug look in your eyes as you pass the plate of chopped up carrots and green beans to him. "You too, Kats."

The blonde glares at you, muttering under his breath as he takes the plate harshly and chomps onto the snack. The triplets giggle at the aggressive boys' misery, as Haruto sticks his tongue out at Katsuki while Dai clings onto you tighter.

Katsuki sends a glare to the boys, making them flinch as they hide behind you. Haruto, who has grown attached to you since you've arrived, hid his face into your neck as you carried him. This ticks your boyfriend off. Because he's the one who should be clinging onto you. His face should be stuffed into your neck! And he's supposed to be the one who's getting your God damn attention!

And you know this, because you send him a knowing smile while rubbing Harutos' hair. And Katsuki's jaw drops while his eye twitches.

That's the last fucking straw.

Katsuki huffs, and puffs, his lips pouty and his eyes filled with pettiness anger. The triplets look at him in concern, thinking he's about to explode when he- drops onto the floor.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his pettiness as he curls into a ball with his back facing you.

The triplets merely blink and shrug their shoulders.

Aimi walks over to the spiky haired blonde, poking his shoulder as she sighs and shakes her head. "Well, he's dead." She says, taking off her plastic tiara to put on her doctor coat. The boys grin, knowing what their sister is about to do as they hop down and grab the toy shovel and the fake surgical tools.

Your eyes widen in amusement, hiding your laughter with your hand as you sit down on the couch and watch them play with torture your boyfriend. Aimi kicks his leg with her foot, as the blonde doesn't respond at all and plays dead.

Haruto sneaks up from behind, peering down on your boyfriend as he scrunches his face in disapproval. He grabs the plastic shovel, thinking that he's going to pretend digging up the dirt, but instead, he smacks it onto Katsuki's head. Repeatedly. Just to make sure he's dead!

You laugh, watching the boy beat up your 'dead' boyfriend while Dai fake sniffles and Aimi throws flower toys onto Katsuki. You decide to play along, grabbing a kid-sized blanket and getting up from your spot. You make your way towards the triplets, tossing the blanket onto Katsuki as the blonde harshly grabs it and wraps it around himself.

"So dramatic." You sigh, rolling your eyes while chuckling when you hear a quiet growl leave your buried boyfriend.

You crouch down next to Haruto, whispering in the little boys' ear as a big smile grows on his face and nods happily. Haruto goes to tell his other siblings, whispering to each other as they snicker in agreement. Your eyes wander to Katsuki, poking your finger to his back to which he tenses up, yet doesn't respond. You huff, cheeks puffed out as you slowly make motions with your finger on his back. This soothes your boyfriend, watching him relax as he scoots closer to your touch.

Suddenly, he rolls towards your direction, hooking his arms under your knees as you yelp in surprise when he flips you both over. The blonde bastard sighs in content, snuggling his face into the plush of your thighs while wrapping his legs around your calfs. You deadpan, propped up on your elbows as you watch your boyfriend curl into your body. So immature.

The triplets stare at you both, Aimi giggling and fawning over your romance while Dai rubs his head in confusion. Haruto has his cheeks puffed out adorably angrily, crossing his arms with a huff as he glares at the blonde laying on your lap. Katsuki opens his eye, giving a smug smirk towards the younger boy while grabbing your hand and kissing it repeatedly.

You roll your eyes, hearing a dramatic gasp leave Haruto as the little boys' jaw drops in betrayal. "Y/n! Why is he kissing your hand? You said I was the one who could marry you!" The boy whines. Katsuki freezes, looking at you with wide eyes as you tense and gulp. You laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck while trying to create a distance between you and your boyfriend. "I can explain-"

"YOU SAID WHAT?!"

Katsuki sits up, eye twitching as he has his hands on either side of you. You blink, accidentally making eye contact with him as you can see the jealousy in his fiery gaze.

And at this moment, you realized it's time to leave.

You shove your boyfriend off, enough to get out of his grasp as you scramble onto your feet and start to run away. Katsuki scowls, pouting angrily as the thought of you agreeing to marry someone else infuriates him. Even if it was just to make sure a kid wasn't crying!

You race towards the couch, leaping onto the other side in order to escape your feral pomeranian haired lover. It doesn't work.

Katsuki chases after you, the triplets squealing and laughing as they watch his jump to the other side and land in front of you. You squeal, trying to get away, but the blonde scowls and scoops you up in his beefy arms. He sits criss crossed, making you sit on his lap while his arms are wrapped around your shins in order to keep you still. Your arms are pinned to your sides, making you unable to move as he huffs and presses kisses to your head.

Whining, you squirm in his grasp, wanting to get away, to which he grunts in disapproval. "Quit doin' that shit." He grumbles, squeezing you three times as a silent signal for 'I love you.'

Your heart softens at the gesture, starting to relax in his embrace as he sighs in content.

In his mind, this is where you should be. In his arms, showing each other affection and certainly not agreeing to marry anyone else.

But the triplets have other plans in mind.

The three look towards the couch curiously, knowing you both are sitting behind it as Haruto pouts and curls into a ball on the floor. Dai shakes his head disappointingly at his brother, patting Haruto's head as the other boy fake sobs.

Aimi looks towards her Haruto, getting an idea as she grins and runs over to shake her brothers shoulders. The little girl starts to whisper her plan, the other two listening in as they quickly nod in agreement.

Small feet pat against the floorboards, and the three of them scramble to where you two are sitting, all of them having eager smiles on their faces as they go behind the couch to tell you their great idea.

But they stop when they see Katsuki making out with you. On purpose. With the kissing noises and everything.

You're pressed against the wall, arm draped over his shoulder as your hand is pressed firmly against his chest, face red and too flustered to notice the triplets staring at you both in horror.

Katsuki opens his eye, having a smug glint as he smirks into the kiss while looking at the three, especially Haruto. He thinks he's so funny when he makes the kissy noises and roams his hands around your back.

Yeah, the triplets have seen enough.

Aimi squeals dramatically, covering her face with her hands in order to keep some of her purity. Dai gags, bending over as he scrunches his face in disgust when he sees Katsuki lick your mouth. Haruto, on the other hand, has had enough. As he stomps his way towards you both but Katsuki is quicker to react, placing his big hand on Haruto's face as the younger boy scowls and complains.

You're kinda getting embarrassed, so you attempt to pull away from Katsuki's lip lock, but he doesn't want to let you. He's having too much fun traumatizing the kids!

Whining, you place one of your hands on his neck, the other on his chest as you pull him away from you and try to squirm away. "My job is to babysit! Not to traumatize little kids!" You yell, slapping your boyfriends' head while he snickers.

"Oh really? Because that sounds like my job, peach-"

"NOT THE NICKNAME!!"

With a hard smack to the head, Katsuki releases you, groaning in pain as he holds his head in his hands and falls back onto the floor. The blonde scowls, trying to trap you with his legs, but you're quicker to escape his leg lock.

Haruto snickers at the blondes' pain, rushing towards you as he clings onto your side. The younger boy wraps his arms around your neck, whispering in your ear as you listen attentively. You grin, patting the childs' head as you turn and deadpan to your boyfriend.

"Time out, Katsuki. Go to the corner."

His jaw drops in offense, making a silly scrunched up face as Aimi and Dai giggle. "What do you mean 'time out'?! I'm your boyfriend!-" He gasps dramatically when you scoff and cross your arms. You stand on your feet, picking up Aimi as you both point to a corner behind the play room area. Right behind the toy kitchen.

Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes as he stands and stomps to the corner dramatically, making the kids giggle of how dramatic and funny he is. You snicker, a smile on your face as you wonder if he's doing this on purpose. Could it be he wants to entertain the triplets?...

With a dramatic groan, Katsuki slumps onto the floor, facing the corner while hugging his knees. The triplets snicker, as Katsuki whines exaggerated and starts to complain. "This is so boring. Can't I do something else?" You grin, shaking your head while crossing your arms. "Nope." You reply, making sure to pop the 'p' as your blonde groans out loud.

You huff out a laugh, holding onto your stomach when Katsuki starts to whine and complain that he's so hungry. The triplets laugh along with you, and little do you know that Katsuki has a small smile on his face when he sees a glimpse of your precious, beautiful smile. Mission accomplished.

"Geez, I'm hungry. I could sure as hell go for some..." Katsuki pauses, turning his head to the side as he gives you a mischievous grin while wiggling his eyebrows. "... Peaches."

Your smile slowly falls, the wires going on on your brain as your eyes widen in horror at the realization. Katsuki chuckles darkly, taking a knee as he presses his fingertips onto the wooden floor. Gulping, you take a few steps back, as Katsuki sits up. "Katsuki, no." Your boyfriend smirks, taking a step closer while staying low to the ground. "Katsuki, yes."

You try to run away, but it's too late.

Katsuki leaps towards you, making you squeal dramatically as he scoops you up in his arms and carries you like a baby. You burst out in laughter, feeling your boyfriend slightly lift up your shirt as he blows raspberries onto your stomach. The triplets squeal and laugh, finding you both entertaining as Katsuki pretends to 'eat' you.

"Dang, who knew you were so delicious, peach?" Katsuki teases, lifting you up bridal style while burying his face in the plush of your stomach. You cackle, kicking your feet as you try to avoid his endless torture. "Hah!- Wait!- I c-can't-" You're unable to speak, giggling and laughing as your boyfriend twirls you around in his arms.

He snickers, peering towards you as his cherry red eyes hold a certain emotion in them, adoration. It's hard to miss with how much his pupils are dilated.

Dai laughs, wanting to help you as he tackles Katsuki's leg and clings to it. The blonde yelps in surprise, a smirk growing on his face as Aimi soon joins after. "Hey! Knock it off, yoy little brats!" The kids giggle, Dai sticks his tongue out while Aimi laughs and shakes her head. "We're not brats!" She retorts, stomping her foot while clinging onto Katsuki's other leg.

Your pomeranian haired lover raises his eyebrow, a playful smile on his face as he squeezes you in his arms, making you giggle. "Oh really? You sure about that? Could've sworn there were some little monsters bothering me earlier."

Aimi squeals, smiling and giggling while Dai puffs his cheeks out and pouts. Haruto huffs, standing on the top of the couch unknown to Katsuki. The boy smirks mischievously, extending his arms out as he jumps onto Katsuki's back.

The blonde grunts, playfully glaring at the younger boy as Haruto snickers and clings onto Katsuki's back like a koala.

Right now, Katsuki has his hands full. Yet it doesn't seem so bad. The kids are having a fun time, and you're happily in his arms while smiling. And although Katsuki would never admit it, it starts to make him wonder. Is this what having a family with you would be like? If it is, he isn't entirely against the idea of having a billion brats running around the house.

"I want ice cream!"

"Hey, me too!"

"Y/n! Y/ns' boyfriend! Can we get ice cream!?"

Yeah, maybe he should think about it first.

Years later, you and your husband Katsuki are sitting on a bench at the park.

It's a warm, sunny day, filled with laughter and joy as your children are having fun on the playground. You both are the top pro heroes, having saved many lives and living in a big house for your growing family.

Katsuki has his arm wrapped around you, wearing casual clothes as he places his warm hand on your baby bump. You're pregnant for the sixth time. Like I said, you've been busy.

You smile at him, playing with his fluffy hair as it has grown longer, similar to his mother's. He sighs in content, nuzzling his head against yours while practically having you pressed up against him. He would prefer having you on his lap, but then your kids would want to go on a dogpile. And he doesn't want that since you're pregnant, and he's always way more clingy and protective when you are. He basically suffocates you way more than usual.

You gaze at the scenery, and the bright blue sky is beautifully paired with the vibrant flowers and grass. The sun makes everything seem brighter, and he thinks it makes you look radiant under its golden rays.

"So, do you think that babysitting all of those years ago prepared you for this?" You tease, a smile on your lips while you point to your many kids playing on the park. Your husband huffs out a laugh, a toothy grin showing as he presses kisses to your forehead. "Probably. If it wasn't for my clingy ass, I might not have thought that kids could be fun little monsters." He responds, his voice deeper and more husky as the years had gone by.

You nod in agreement, laying your head on his shoulder while tracing circles on his thigh, another one of the many gestures of affection you both share. "Aimi says she can babysit for the twins on Friday and that Dai has some free time to hang out with the triplets for the weekend." You smile, finding it amusing how the kids you used to help babysit for are now babysitting your own children.

Katsuki hums, bumping his nose against your cheek while rubbing your baby bump affectionately. "Ya know, they might need to make more time to babysit if we keep having kids." He smirks, giving you a mischievous look as you snort and shake your head.

"We only keep having kids because you lack self-control."

"It's not my fault, mamas. You're too irresistible-"

You blush, snickering at your husbands' flirting as Katsuki smirks in victory. He laughs a bit, pulling you closer so you're practically sitting on his lap. Placing your hand on top of his, you play with his fingers, turning your head to kiss his cheek to which he blushes in response. Even after all of these years, you both manage to fluster one another.

"You know, Haruto could help me take care of our younger kids while you take our teens to UA." Your husband scoffs, raising his eyebrow as you snort at his pettiness. "Yeah, right. We both know how the little bastard kept trying to steal ya from me all those years ago." He pouts, making you coo and caress his cheek lovingly.

"Oh, don't be such a grump. Haruto's grown up, and I'm sure it was just an admiration or something." You reply, finding it amusing how protective your husband can be. Even if it's been about 15 years.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, about to complain more, but stops when you scratch his stubble with his fingers. His eyes flutter, drowning in the sensation as he leans his cheek into your palm, urging you to continue while placing your hand into his hair to play with. You giggle, smiling while playing with the fluffiness of his spiky hair as he imitates a cat purring with a lazy grin on his face.

"You're adorable when you're grumpy." You say, letting out a squeal when he blows raspberries at your face. You burst into laughter, shoving his face away much to his disapproval, making him bring you closer so you're now chest to chest. You giggle, feeling him rub his cheek against your face while having his arms wrapped around you.

Katsuki huffs, rubbing your baby bump as the baby kicks against his hand, making him smile as you gasp in delight.

"She loves you!"

"Of course she does. Why wouldn't she?"

You shrug your shoulders, looking down at your baby bump as you whisper to him loudly. "She says that you sweat too much when we cuddle." He scrunches his nose, jabbing his fingers into your hips which makes you giggle and squeal.

"Hah? Is that so? Are you sure this is our baby talking and not you?" He deadpans. You nod proudly, pinching his cheeks so his teeth bare at you. "Yeah, she told me that. She also says that you're bad at flirting-"

Katsuki gasps dramatically, putting a hand on his heart as you laugh at his fake betrayal. You roll your eyes, a happy smile on your face as you kiss him all over his face as an apology. Your blonde hums in satisfaction, holding you tightly in his arms as his cherry red eyes gaze right into yours.

He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear while his cherry red eyes stare intensely into yours. Your heart skips a beat, feeling his warm breath against your face as his hand squeezes your hips three times.

"I love you." He whispers, peppering kisses onto the side of your face as you smile and blush. A giggle escapes you. The fact that your husband is just Bakugou Katsuki makes you feel like a schoolgirl again. "I love you more, baby."

The blonde scrunches his face, getting up in your personal space as his face is pressed up right in front of yours.

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh, uh!"

In order to shut him up, you cup his face, to which he responds by smashing his lips onto yours.

You may have one this round, but he'll definitely win the next one. Do you know why?

Because he's Bakugou Katsuki. And he loves you. But he's definitely not babysitting some of his kids. They're too crazy and feral. Even for him.

I am currently working on a request for @real-hot-grl-shi, so this is a little treat for the meantime! I'm always happy to write fics for you guys if you have any requests! Sorry if it's bad, btw.

Especially since we learn the truth about the deaths and why there were so many in the novel later on, I really wanted to know how it would have played out if he bore witness to it all, the fact that her behavior isn’t solely because of his behavior in this life but because he mainly killed her aside from EVERYONE and mainly at the smallest of things

Personally, I feel that one of the mistakes in the manhwa's script was not going into details about OG Penelope's death in Callisto's route in the normal mode of the game. I've mentioned this before, but seeing Callisto take back his words at the thought of Penelope being upset with him is character development. Yeah, character development for the man who will eventually become her husband, because we are reading a romance novel. This is a redemption of him to be her partner, not to be a good person.

I mention this because some have the belief that character development is entirely for the good, when it can also be to worsen the character or make them a soul yearning and adoring their beloved partner: just like Callisto and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.