#“your fates do not end here my children. please help yourself to some cake while you wait to be resurrected by your friend's magic blood.”

[aj-lenoire]

if scanlan's comatose i can only presume his spirit is 'untethered' and we'll see him hanging out with percy's spirit in the matron of raven's lobby or whatever and she's like y̶͖͒ŏ̸͓û̵̜r̸̜̔ ̷̯̀f̴̦̕a̸̚͜t̸̤̂ē̸͉s̸͔͝ ̴̩̂d̵̍͜o̷̜̿ ̵̙͠n̷̜̐o̷̲͗t̵̗̿ ̸͈̐e̷̺̅n̵͓̓d̸͚̽ ̷̹͒h̸͇̾e̶̢͂r̷̬͑ȅ̵͜ ̷̳̏m̶̜͐y̴͓͂ ̵̥̂c̶͎̋h̷̯͂i̷̝͝l̴̹̐d̶̳̋r̶̬̔e̸̯͐n̷̲̐.̵̲̚ ̸̱̑p̴̗͛l̷͈̂e̸̝̔å̵͇s̸̰̑e̷̼͗ ̴̰̄h̶̻́e̸̪̽ḷ̸̾p̸̬̊ ̷̖̑y̴͖͝ò̷̡ú̵̫r̵̖̐s̶̳̾e̸͓̾l̸̟͝f̸͖́ ̵̺͋t̴͙̾ỏ̷̡ ̸̹͊s̶͍̿ò̷̼m̶̡̐ē̶̮ ̵̣̓č̷̥å̸͇k̴̨͋ẽ̷̻ ̸̥͐w̶̼͝ḧ̶͍́ȋ̶̩l̴̤̕ě̸͇ ̵͎̌y̷̳̆ỏ̸͔u̷̡̎ ̴̥̃w̵̲̓a̷̳̚i̵̹͋t̶̞̑ ̵̲͂ẗ̸̯́ő̴̡ ̸̝͝b̷̪͠e̵̫͂ ̵̱̈r̶̘͋ȅ̴ͅs̷̢̎u̵͎̅r̶͉̓r̷̪͒e̵͚͠c̶̳̋t̴̡͌ë̴̳́d̸̰͑ ̶̣̑b̷̤̌y̵̹̾ ̵̥͒y̶̱̓ó̵̖ṷ̸̓r̵͚̈ ̴͔̾f̷̬̋r̸̨̾i̶͔̓ê̸̲n̵̬̂d̸̡͑'̸̤͝s̸̞͛ ̶͒ͅm̸͓͘a̸̰͝g̵̛͙i̸̮̅c̸͙̈́ ̵̫͐b̵̯͘l̵͇̓ò̴͉ö̶̡́d̴̛̘.̷͍̅

[petri808]

@inukag-week Marriage prompt this idea ended up longer then intended so I’m breaking it up into chapters 😅

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

As Kagome rounded a corner of the castle hallway near her parent’s bedroom, she overheard something that sent a chill right down her spine. Knowing this could be her fate and accepting it were two different things, and maybe… just maybe she’d hoped they wouldn’t have subjected their precious daughter to such a medieval concept. Her back fell against the wall as her hands covered up the scream bubbling up in her throat. This wasn’t fair! It wasn’t right! How could they do this to her? All her life she’d played the dutiful role of Princess, never once giving into her whims, but oh how she longed for something more than these walls— And now it appeared she may never experience anything more than a royal obligation.

Unless she did something about it.

“Marriage in one year’s time as part of the alliance…” Kagome heard her father say.

“He is a good man and fine suitor. I pray Kagome will take to him well…” added her mother.

That was all Kagome could bear to hear.

She slipped away back to her room and gathered up only what would fit in a carry sack. The plainest attire she had, toiletries, precious personal items, and some money she had tucked away. It was a dangerous gamble Kagome was about to take and one she couldn’t even fathom the consequences for her parents. But in that moment, the thought of being sent away to some random Prince was akin to being sold like a slave and that was something she just couldn’t bear. They didn’t even confer with her on this! If they loved her, wouldn’t they have talked to her about this?! And yet at dinner they were still silent, never bringing up their plans for their daughter. Any doubts of running died away by the end of the meal and her mind was set.

Under the cover of darkness, Kagome donned her riding outfit cloaked by a hooded cape and stole away to the stables. She knew the stable boy would be away for his meal in the servants quarters, so as quietly as possible, she packed her horse for the journey. Buyo was a fine stead and waited patiently as Kagome loaded him up with a bed roll and her bag, making sure to use a worn harness rather than any of the royal gear. The last thing a lone woman traveler needed to do was bring attention to themselves. Finally with a bow and arrow strapped to her back, she lead the horse out of the castle walls to the world that awaited her.

It was imperative that Kagome got as far away as quickly as she could to avoid being tracked. Her parents would no doubt send out search parties once they found her letter in the morning. So, where should she go? For starters, she stayed away from the well-traveled roads within the cover of the forest. Using a map she’d stolen from her father’s war room, she surmised it would take about three days to reach the border between her country and the next one over. It was a start. Maybe get to their capital city where it would be easier to blend into a larger population.

Princess or not, Kagome was no shrinking violet when it came to getting her hands dirty. Most of the castle staff treated Kagome like a delicate flower— but not Sango. Her attendant had come from a well-respected noble house of warriors, and she was the one who taught Kagome to use a weapon, ride a horse, and other things not associated with a ‘proper’ princess. Oh, those were some of her fondest memories! And if there was one thing, she’ll miss is having Sango around to talk to. She’d thought about telling the woman but realized it would only put her in jeopardy to have such information. Maybe once she’d settled down somewhere she’ll send an unsigned letter so the woman would know she was okay.

Kagome stopped in small villages along the way only long enough to purchase food. She could have paid for lodging too, but that may have roused suspicions for a lone traveling woman. During the day she rode through worn earthen roads and at night searched out hidden caves or groves for shelter off the beaten path. Bandits were still a problem so she needed to be cautious since a pretty young girl could fetch a decent price in the slave markets. It was a lonely journey, her only solace the one book she brought to read by firelight in her makeshift camps. A favorite of hers. An ancient fable of a warrior priestess who fell in love with the very creature she was tasked to destroy. It was a sad tale, but Kagome fell in love with the idea of finding love in the most unexpected way.

“Not like being given away as property,” Kagome mumbled to herself. “I wanna love and be loved, is that too much to ask for?” Not because she was a Princess, and it certainly didn’t need to be a real Prince as long as they wanted her for her. She could be happy just living in a small cottage where she’d tend to a farm and raise their children. A simple lifestyle not full of obligations and surrounded by fake personalities just trying to gain a royals favor.

It took four days to reach the Inu kingdom and another two to the capital city. Kagome had only heard stories of it, so to see it with her own eyes it was quite a surprise. Not only was it bigger, but there was a larger mix of human and demons living amongst each other. Perhaps because it was ruled by a demon? Sango had told her the Inutaisho lord was a very powerful one but had an affinity for humans not always shared in their world. So much so in fact that he took a human Princess as one of his queens. That was certainly different to Kagome, because while concubines were still a thing in royal houses, having two Queens was not. Such a situation could cause territorial in-fighting and has brought down Houses before. It was a fascinating idea, and she had to admit there was a bit of curiosity as to what they looked like.

She boarded Buyo at a stable, then decided to wander around the marketplace to find something to eat, maybe clothing more suited to the commoner look she needed to portray. So, she wove her long hair up into a braided halo wrap style, strapped a small dagger to her waist, and set off into the crowded streets. This must be a major trading station, Kagome realized, because the market had a large variety of goods, some very exotic looking indeed. So much food, clothing, beautiful fabrics and accessories, weapons, really anything you could think of. The Princess in her ogled a few of the gorgeous dresses, but alas, that wasn’t her anymore.

‘Oh, what’s that…’ Her nose turned up to a sweet scent wafting over from a few stalls away. Something smelled decadently delicious.

She walked over to take a peak and found an array of different dessert type confections being sold. “So pretty,” Kagome mumbled as her mouth watered.

“Very and delicious too.” A voice spoke back.

Kagome turned to the female voice. “Oh, hello,” she smiled. “Have you tried these before?” She asked the young girl.

“Mmhmm,” the girl nodded.

The child looked about the age of 7 or 8, wearing an orange and pink colored fine silk dress. Her hair was styled, though was a bit of a mess as if she’d been running around. Certainly, this girl must be from a noble family, but as Kagome looked around and saw no one paying any attention to her, she wondered. “May I ask. Where are your attendants? A young one like you shouldn’t be walking around alone here.”

In an instant, the child’s small smile flipped into a quivering frown and moisture pooled in her eyes. “I-I got lost.”

“Oh dear.” Seeing the verge of tears ready to spill, Kagome kneeled down and hugged the girl. “It’s okay. I’ll help you find your servant.”

“I’m sorry!” The child whined and sobbed quietly. “I was bad and ran away because I just wanted a treat, but she told me no.”

“Shhh,” Kagome’s voice softened. “You’re gonna be okay. What’s your name?”

“Rin.”

“Rin, my name is Kagome.” She pulled back and wiped the child’s tears stained cheeks. “How about I get you a treat to cheer you up, hmm, would you like that?”

“Mmhmm,” the child sniffled and smile returning.

Kagome purchased a couple of the sweet cakes and handed one to the girl. “Now, do you know where your home is?”

Rin pointed towards the castle causing Kagome to flinch a bit. “You live in the castle?”

“Uh-huh.” The girl mumbled now happy with her treat.

Maybe Rin’s parents are nobles working for the King, Kagome surmised. It wasn’t uncommon for advisors or other higher ranking statesman to live in parts of the castle so they could be called upon at any time. And though she dreaded the chance of being caught so soon, this child couldn’t be left alone. “How about we wait a few more minutes just in case your attendant finds you? I’ll stay right here until then, okay?”

“Okay— Lady Kagome?”

“Yes?”

“Where are you from? How come you’re by yourself?”

Wow, this child was blunt, Kagome mused at her bright, inquisitive eyes. “Well, you see my parents are gone now, so it’s just me.”

“Awww! Me too, but I was adopted, and I love my new daddy! He’s mean to everyone else but spoils me,” she giggled. “What do you do? Are you married?”

Kagome was again taken aback at Rin’s questions, but she reminded herself that children are curious creatures and held no ill will towards it. She chuckled. “I’m not married and I um…” Crap! She forgot to come up with a cover story! “I’m a teacher, but since I left home, I guess it means I’m looking for a job. That’s why I came to the city.”

“Really?!” The child excitedly grabbed Kagome’s hands and started pulling. “We’ve waited long enough. Let’s go!”

“Wait! But your attendant?”

“She’s mean and I like you better.” Rin tugged harder. “Come on Kagome, take me home please! I wanna show you where I live.”

“O-Okay. Okay.” She wasn’t sure what got Rin excited all of a sudden, but she allowed the girl to pull her along.

While they made their way towards the castle, Kagome held onto the child’s hand. Rin appeared content now, happily pointing out different things as they passed by stalls or people and just behaving like a normal young kid on a stroll. Most of the noble children Kagome’s ever been around, were prim and proper whereas Rin had a feisty strength that reminded her of herself… when no one was around to see it. It must be nice to feel so free of restraint.

The entrance guards immediately waved them through once they saw Rin holding tightly to Kagome’s hand. The probably assumed she was just another one of the Princesses attendants or servants. It was a beautiful palace, sleeker than her own with gleaming white, alabaster walls, golden trimmed windowpane’s, surrounded by high-guarded walls. Once inside, Kagome was taken aback at the feudal decadence, but she couldn’t stop to really look closely because Rin was a girl on a mission. The child took them past surprised servants who bowed to the Princess with wary looks at this strange woman accompanying the girl. Down hallways, never deviating from her path into the heart of the palace.

Finally, Rin pulled Kagome into a room once she’d found who she was looking for.

“Papa!” The child squealed and ran towards a stately male with long white hair pulled back and a crown topping his head. “Papa Toga! I brought someone to meet you!”

[sunnysidevans]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐱 - 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Summary: Everyone goes through stages in life, meeting new people, falling in love, getting married , having children. Some people think it won’t happen to them but maybe fate hadn’t lead you in the right direction. 

Warnings: uhhhh fluff overload!!! ( im so serious i cried writing it ) maybe a swear word? 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

PREVIOUS STAGE | THE STAGES MASTERLIST

Small authors note: I have not been to many weddings ( like one ) so I based this loosley off movies, so if i got it wrong I apologize I just did what I knew :)

Readers Point of View

Making your way into the house, you kicked the door closed behind you as you carried your bags inside, Chris was away for meetings for his new project so it was just you and the boys. As you turned the lights on the Dodger and Zeus met you at the door, sitting as you put your things down. You smiled, getting down on your knees infront of them, petting both of them behind their ears as they attacked you with kisses. You laughed as you accepted your fate of attack by kisses and pet the both of them. You managed to escape the attack of kisses and made your way into the kitchen, you sighed and with a tired smile looked at all the magazines and books across the table. With being alone the only one who could judge your mess of a table was you. You sighed and picked the books up, from center pieces to swatches for table cloths, you had no idea where to start. As you finished putting away the magazines and books you made dodger and Zeus their dinner and made your way upstairs to change your pajamas. 

Walking back downstairs after you had decompressed for the day you looked in the fridge as you dug through to see what you could have for dinner, with a shrug you decided take out was the better option. After placing your order you grabbed your laptop from your bag and started to scroll through the many Pinterest boards you had for your wedding planning. You felt awful for being upset with Chris, you just felt defeated and felt you were planning your wedding alone, which in truth you weren’t. You continued to scroll through your boards till your food arrived, in which you got it and made your way back to the table. You opened your Chinese and started eating as you made notes of what you wanted to mention to Chris. As you went to take a bite, your phone rang with the cheesy Captain America ringtone you had set for Chris ( in which he hates ). You smiled, grabbing the phone quickly and answering “hello?” you mumbled with a mouthful of lo mein noodles. You heard the chuckle on the other line “well hi” you smiled slightly as you wiped your face on the napkin beside you. "I'm sorry the bite was there and I just needed it, Hi, How is it going?” you asked as you sat back in the seat, with a heavy sigh Chris replied “well, not many people are talking to us, which is getting a bit annoying but I understand, I don’t know I’m getting defeated” he said as you bit your lip “Hey, I know you and I know you will get it done, no matter what, You got this, think of how beneficial this will be, how worth it it's going to be. "You smiled even though you knew he couldn’t see you. You heard him sigh and adjust in the bed “You’re right, as always, okay what's goin on, are you wedding planning?” you could hear the grin in his voice.

You yawned as you finally shut your laptop, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear you made your way upstairs to the bedroom. “I miss you” you whispered as you got comfortable into bed,looking over at Chris’s side of the bed that was empty. Chris sighed softly on the other end “I know, I miss you” he replied as you bit your lip “I’m not used to being away from you this long, I sound so, needy and I’m sorry” you laid your head against the headboard closing your eyes, “No you don’t it’s okay my love, you get some sleep, I’ll be home before you know it” Chris replied as you nodded even though he couldn’t see you “okay, oh, I forgot to ask you, can I schedule our cake tasting for when you get back?” you asked as you heard the smile in his voice “Of course baby that sounds like a wonderful idea, even though I already know I just want chocolate cake duh” his reply made you giggle as you smiled “okay baby I will in the morning, I will go to bed now” you smiled as the two of you said your I love you’s. You adjusted in bed and laid down looking at Chris’s side of the bed, that was soon replaced with Zeus beside you and Dodger at the end of the bed. 

Waking up to your alarm the next day was hard, you barely slept. Yawning you rolled over and were met with a hard body, you knew it wasn’t dodger or Zeus as the body was much bigger. You sat up quickly as you were met with your Fiance’s snores. You held your chest as you looked at him and pushed your hair back from your face. You watched as Chris stirred slightly, "Turn that off, you aren’t going today” he mumbled sleepily as you watched him in awe “are we gonna ignore the fact you just scared the shit out of me” you looked at him as he looked over his shoulder at you with a smile and mumbled “surprise” before rolling back over. You got out of bed as you collected the dirty laundry from Chris’s luggage and managed to get it in the laundry, as you turned to leave the laundry room you were met with Chris in the doorway. You smiled as you looked at him and made your way into his open arms, you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest. “Hi” you whispered as he squeezed you gently with a smile and whispered “Hi my love” he smiled as he kissed the top of your head and you closed your eyes in content. 

You made your way downstairs and as you got started on the coffee Chris sat at the table, you heard him flipping through the notebook you had on the table. “You were busy while I was gone” he smiled as you set the mug of coffee in front of him and he pulled you to sit in his lap. You nodded in response, sipping from your own mug “I was” you smiled as he looked over your notes. “Okay” he smiled as he opened your laptop and opened the Pinterest boards, he started to scroll through your Pinterest as he sipped his coffee, “okay I do like this” he made a comment towards some of the center pieces you picked. You nodded grabbing your notebook and circled the option on your notes, “what else do you like?” you asked him with a smile as he continued to scroll “I love the idea of the arch, I don’t know that looks cute” he smiled as you continued your notes. “Wait okay so do you want outside or inside?” you asked him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Oh inside, in case it's bad weather," he smiled. As you continued to go over your samples you couldn’t help to continue to think, You couldn’t wait to marry him.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Turning your alarm off you sighed with a smile, you were wide awake almost all night. You were getting married, You couldn’t help not to be excited. You furrowed your eyebrows at a knock at the door, You looked out the peephole to see the one person you shouldn’t see. Opening the door you peeked out slightly “Chris!” you whisper-yelled to him as you looked at his grin, biting back your smile you watched him “I’m sorry, I wanted to see you” he whispered, “Scott is going to kill me," he mumbled,shrugging, smiling again “I’d like to marry you first” you grinned at his laugh. You shook your head as you watched him “I didn’t sleep” you whispered to him as he nodded “I didn’t either, I can’t wait to marry you” he smiled as you giggled softly biting back your smile you nodded again. “I can’t wait to marry you, my excitement is killing me” you smiled as you soon heard the elevator door open, “Christopher!”.

You smiled as you stood infront of the mirror in your dress, you couldn’t believe you were marrying your best friend, the one person you could be you with. You admired yourself in the mirror as soon a figure came to join you, Lisa. “You look beautiful," she whispered as she adjusted your train “You think?” you turned to her with a slight tear in your eye “of course honey” she nodded quickly in agreement. You bit your lip as you nodded eagerly as she gave your arm a squeeze, you were left with you and your thoughts. You sat down at the table and grabbed a piece of paper, you started your vows, you and Chris decided to write your own as they were even more special. As you folded your paper, your maid of honor made her way into the room with a smile, "Okay sweetie, it’s time!” she smiled as she clapped her hands together, you took one last look at yourself as you nodded excitedly, "let's go get fricken married!” you laughed as you walked out the door and to meet everyone. 

Standing at the doors, you watched yours and Chris’s parties make their way down the aisle, as you stood there you heard the music start and everyone stood. You took a deep breath as you made your way down the aisle. As you were walking down the aisle, you noticed the twinkle in Chris's eyes, and soon saw the tear resting on his cheek, you bit your lip, trying to hide your tear, seeing him cry made you cry. You made your way to the end and were handed off to Chris as you took his hands and passed your bouquet to the maid of honor. You smiled reaching up, wiping his cheek gently with a smile. The priest began, “We are gathered here today to join (Y/N) and Chris in holy matrimony, If anyone objects of this please speak now” you looked out at the crowd and were met with multiple smiling faces. You smiled, turning back to Chris, “Now I believe you both prepared vows?” the priest asked as you both nodded “Chris why don’t you begin”. He nodded as he pulled the paper from his jacket, “(Y/N), I don’t know where to even start, I didn’t expect my life to get this way. I didn’t expect to be out with my friends and meet a beautiful woman who had no interest in me, who only had eyes for the plate of cheese fries infront of her” Chris chuckled along with the crowd as he continued. “I know it’s scary and hard to be with me, and yet here you are, marrying me, I couldn’t as for a better wife and a better partner to go through life, I know between us, we can conquer everything the world may throw at us, and I absolutely adore you and I know I will the rest of my life”. By the end of Chris’s vows you were sniffling and wiping your cheek gently. 

“Okay (Y/N) you may go ahead and begin yours” the Priest spoke to you as you grabbed your paper from your maid of honor. You opened your letter and began “Chris, I couldn’t even begin to put into words how you make me feel, I didn’t think I could fall so hard for someone. When we met in that bar I will be honest, I had eyes for those cheese fries and that is it, I couldn’t even ask for a better plate of cheese fries” you grinned as Chris rolled his eyes. You continued “I couldn’t ask for a better partner, You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me smile the most, and I couldn’t even begin to thank you for making me the happiest girl on the planet, and I never expected to find a partner to love me the way I love them” You smiled as you sniffled and wiped chris’s cheek gently. “Okay, Chris do you take (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health, through richer for poorer till death does you part?” the priest asked as Chris nodded quickly in agreement. “I do” he smiled and winked at you. “And do you (Y/N) take Chris to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in heath, though richer and for poorer till death does you part?” you squeezed Chris’s hand as you nodded "I do”. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” the priest announced as Chris grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close, kissing you passionately infront of the crowd. You couldn’t help but to smile into the kiss, You were now Mrs. Chris Evans, you could get used to that, it had quite a ring to it doesn’t it? 

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[the-moon-prince]

The Last Of us~Kurapika x Reader ~Chapter X

AN: Hi my lovely fellows!

I’m sorry for the delay! Thank you so much for your patience and support! I’m here with the new chapter! I jope you will enjoy.

I wish you a pleasant read, and I hope you’ll enjoy the new chapter of my story.  (Chapter I) (Chapter II) (Chapter III) (Chapter IV ) (Chapter V) (Chapter VI) (Chapter VII)(Chapter VIII)(Chapter IX) (Chapter XI coming soon!)

Paring: Kurapika Kurta x GN! Reader

Word count: 2 652

TW: Mentions of Hospital ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The swings.

(Y/n) loved swings. So charming and amusing.

Even if they couldn't play like the other children, they could always go to the swings. Waving forward and then backward. Heights frightened them and even now terrified them. But with the swings, it was not like that. They felt brave and free. They had visited many. However, they remembered one in particular: the one that his grandfather gave them. The one in the garden of the house where they grew. When they swung, they could see the clouds and the sky. Knowing that their family saw the same azure as they did. They remembered the wildflowers that flourished at the end of the tubes that held it. They had quite a few memories of that swing. That also took place in that location. Their mami's face of horror at seeing them on the ground coughing blood tormented them for a while.

They were back in the hospital. They knew that they would return.  The lonely hours where no visits were allowed seemed long, even reading.

The moments when they were able to be with their grandparents were joyous. Perpetually trying to smile so they wouldn't worry about them.

"(Y/n)!"- a voice cried their name.

They lifted as fast as they could, responding as well as the tubes in their throats allowed.

"Julian!"- They felt so relieved to see him. Each night they spent awake, believing that they would never see him again. The boy, despite being simply 2 years older, was much taller than them. He ran to them sobbing and held them as if they were going to vaporize.

Because that's what they believed.

"(Y/n)!"-he sobbed their name again-"I'm so sorry; I'm so sorry; I shouldn't have left you alone that day. Not because you can't play ball with me, I want you to leave me."-his grip tightened.

They were weak, and their arms were shaking. Yet, that did not prevent them from returning the hug with all the strength that their small body had.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm not upset right now."- they consoled. 

If they were in his village, the two of them would look more like animals. Julian's tail would surely shake restlessly, and (Y/n) would rub their cheeks into him. They would be cat and dog, but they loved each other so much. Regularly playing clapping games, going for walks, reading together, or playing video games together. It's not like (Y/n) had someone else. From an early age, they had had difficulties relating to other cubs, including adults. 

"Julian, watch out for running! They are going to scold us!"- a sweet voice called. Immediately two elders entered, their hands full of bags and gifts.

"Mami, Papi! Hi!"-they greeted, already smiling.

It was an afternoon full of laughter, cake, sweets, and gifts. They played cards and chess - matches (Y/n) won- watched movies, read new books, and hugged stuffed animals. Except it was not (Y/n)'s birthday. 

Only visiting hours end sooner or later. And their company had to withdraw. The only difference was that the man stayed a while longer. Opposing hospital rules, which, as a doctor, he had never done previously. (Y/n) stared at him for a moment, not delivering eye contact, until they looked up.

"Papi, I'm going to die?"-they were looking directly in his eyes, searching for a response. 

They had a particular method of expressing their feelings, but that didn't mean they did not feel-they possibly felt with more intensity than the majority. Most would expect a kid their age to cry in that situation, but they did not cry. They were smiling.

"(Y/n)..."-the old man whispered and sat near them. He hadn't the courage to say it.

"I can't tell you that. However, if I can tell you one thing."-he took out a small case from the pocket of his trousers. He held their hand and placed the present in their palm-"Whatever happens, I'll be with you. Wherever you go, you will not be alone. And if so, you have nothing to fear."

When they parted the lid of the box, in its inside covered in red velvet, laid a pair of earrings. They were drop-shaped pearl pendants. A peculiar gift for a kid their age. Most would give jewelry like this to someone older.

"My grandfather gave them to my mother, she gave them to me, and today I give them to you."-he continued-"When you have them on, I will accompany you wherever you go. Since our auras live in flowers, a part of mine lives in those earrings. I'll be reminding you who you are and where you come from. So don't forget that you have a home to go to. Don't be afraid (Y/n)..."

The room's door was locked, and the curtains were down. The old man did not own the same appearance as moments ago; he resembled a massive wolf. Intense but soft fur and a spot on the right ear. He knelt to be at the child's height. They looked into each other's eyes, which some say are the door to the soul, for a long time. Without vociferating a word.

"I love you (Y/n)."-he wept, holding his tears.

The mentioned one offered him a smile.

"I love you, Papi."-they mumbled. They leaned forward to hug him, taking the opportunity to snuggle in the older's neck fluff.-"But I am not afraid. Not at all."

The man hugged them back. His paws were so big that they would definitely fit them into just one of them.

After that, he left, promising that they would return the next day.

What they told was a lie, they were afraid. They sobbed enormously that night, except they didn't want their family to see them that way. 

~

Kurapika opened one of his drowsy eyes, not feeling the embrace anymore. For a moment he was scared of being alone, that it was all a dream. Though (Y/n) was right next to him. Sitting on the mattress, their backs on the bed frame. They were not sleeping, just staring at the emptiness.

"(Y/n)?"-he groaned, the voice hoarse from sleep.

The appointed blink, as if dispersing the spirits that had them trapped.

They turned their heads to detect where the voice was originating from.

"Kurapika?"-they whispered, the speech clear.-"My apologies, did I wake you?"

"No. Rather, what are you doing awake?"-he was already awaiting the worst.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Don't trouble yourself,  please."-they quietly answers with a smile. 

How could they request him not worry for them? You can't stop caring about what you love. 

"What hour is it?"- he inquired, a bit bothered about the fatigue they might receive in the morning. At least it was Sunday, meaning neither of them had to labor. They would have the possibility of recovering hours of rest if they required it.

After a few seconds of silence, they answered-"4:37."

Kurapika knew the hard nights when attaining rest in a lonely bed seemed tedious. The difference is that they were not abandoned.  He was there for them and wasn't intending on leaving anywhere anytime shortly.

At least they hadn't had a nightmare, if so they would have told him so, right?

He lifted the blankets as a symbol for them to lie down next to him over. He didn't know if they would. Simply with them reclined anew, he would be satisfied. They paid obeisance to him, approaching and lying down nearby him. They came face to face. Kurapika enveloped his arm over their body, they did not hug him back. Yet, they pressed their forehead on his chest.

~

The morning was peaceful and pleasant. Kurapika and (Y/n) were sipping coffee and eating leftover cake from the night earlier in the salon. A disk was playing on the record player. The melody was smooth, the saxophone and the lyrics combined quite well. The silence among the two was charming. From time to time, they were silent, in the same room, just savoring the existence of the separate person. Not because they had nothing to tell. Rather, it was a matter of having their own spaces without isolating themselves.

Except, the silence always finished up breaking.

"I suggest we watch a film tonight. Today you can choose it if you'd like."- Kurapika enunciated, happy to spend quiet time with his lover. Having relaxing nights was rare.

"I...I deem the most convenient thing is for you to come home."-they hesitated, to resume right away-"Not that I don't want to be with you. I'm pretty occupied tonight, and I don't wish for you to miss a night of rest."

The answer surprised him at first.

"Are you going to cover someone in the unit anew?"-he questioned fully of irritant. They were profiteers with (Y/n). His companions rested on their professional integrity and goodness. Kurapika got tired of seeing his lover could stay awake nights in a row to cover night shifts or take care of delegated documents. He knew they would not leave a patient to their own fate; although he foresaw to have a discussion concerning it with them.

"No, not this time."-(Y/n) disclosed. If it was simple paperwork, they did it often with him, as long as he did not interrupt them.

"What will you do?"-he scoffed this time, no commitment had been mentioned to him. Although they had a poor mania to omit some points, not maliciously; globally they were details. That was not a detail.

They resembled uncomfortable. Kurapika already recognized their body language, and despite their perpetual smile, he could read them.

Their gaze was downcast, shoulders hunched, and they played with the edges of their sweater sleeves.

"I'm going to reclaim someone from my clan..."-they wept after a moment of the uncertain reserve.

From the beginning, (Y/n) had helped him regain scarlet eyes. Getting information and accompanying him. Nonetheless, they hadn't mentioned anything about getting their clan back. No contact, no remains, no meeting. Until today. Why? They were trying to preserve him? Did they want to avoid him at a distressing moment? Kurapika believed that retaining such secrets had ended since their discussion. That stubborn part of them that dedicated obstinately to secrecy frustrated him.

"(Y/n)."-he scolded once more.

They narrowed more as if craving to hide from his gaze. He wasn't mad at them. But it frustrated him that he was powerless to help them.

"(Y/n), I'm not angry."-his tone softened-"I desire to accompany you."

Their posture decompressed, though they started to fidget more.

"It will be a rather longspun night. It will be tiresome."-they maintained.

"I do not tend."- He would stand firm with this.-"I am here to assist you."

They suspired-"Thank you, Kurapika."-They had communication difficulties to solve, and weren't oblivious. 

"What time will it occur, where and with whom?"-he hinted, making sure to know the circumstances.

"The event will be held with a private collector. At his residence at 8:40 pm."-they specified-"Only that there is a relevant detail."-they added with a cautioned voice.-"The collector is another hunter."

The collector is another hunter. Not for lack of ability, but for the votes that restrained their children. It would be necessary to rely upon the strategy to evade some violent confrontation. On top of that, their identities could be in check.

"As it is clearly practically impossible to hide the fact that I am a hunter, I presented myself as a mere fellow hunter fond of oddities."-as suspected they already had a method.

"Regarding your company, we can pivot on my weak appearance."-they continued with the strategy-" He will never believe that a hunter would require a bodyguard, but an assistant is plausible. He told me that the "merchandise"- saying that last word with disgust-"will be weighty."

"I perceive that you had the strategy ready. That's why I don't worry. I'll stick with it."-regarding the tactical abilities of (Y/n), Kurapika did not waver. Their experience was remarkable.-"Still, you must tell me these genera of things."

"Reasonable, my apologies."-they bawled. 

Kurapika wasn't going to reprimand them. He was aware that they were not doing it maliciously, the communication obstacles were rather difficulties. He could never get mad at them for having some kind of challenge. 

~

The place concluded up being in an upper-class suburb of YorkNew. For the other hunter to live there, it had to be wealthy. And to be wealthy he had to be skillful. For this occasion, (Y/n) did not use its own vehicle. They rented a truck with a roomy hood. Once the house was spotted, they parked the truck far enough away for the details not to be well distinguished -being black it was conveniently camouflaged with the darkness of the night-but close sufficient to get there quick running. 

Before going down, (Y/n) was silent for a short moment. Without moving from the driver's seat. Their pupils would look very dilated if it weren't for the contacts they were wearing. They both wore, so as not to give any kind of clue about their origins. Followed by that silence, they closed their eyes and pronounced a rhyme while poking their chests with two fingers, in a language that Kurapika did not understand. A mantra for good luck, perhaps.

There was no security of any kind seen from the facade. They walked to the front door, which was quite high and made of black wood. Shortly after the bell rang, the door opened. Revealing a man, about 31 years old, but he looked younger. It couldn't be said that he had good taste in dressing, but the clothes they wore were of great quality. His hair was somewhat lengthy yet shorter than Kurapika's and ash-black in color. His aura felt dense and heavy. It was easily deduced that he had no intention of hiding it.

The man, like his aura, was imposing. He made them notice it as if testing their courage and challenging them to enter. Almost as if they were unworthy. 

"I presume you are (Y/n)."-he said, waiting. His voice was considerably gruff. The kind of speech that tilts in your eardrums.

"Precisely, a pleasure."-(Y/n) greeted, pulling their hunter license out of their wallet and showing it.

"Good, and he?"-the man pointed at Kurapika.

"Kurapika is here to assist me. I remember listening to you specify that the object was going to be substantial."-they reported hurriedly. Their tone of speech did not denote fear or insecurity. They weren't happy with the rudeness of pointing their lover

"I see. To be a hunter you look frail."-he expressed-"Come in, come in." The walls of the house were wide and the ceiling high. The interior was mostly light gray. The decor had a pretentious modernist tendency. A large number of objects stood out. Of all kinds, but all rare and peculiar. Shelves placed well in sight, figures, frames, vanities. They followed the man through corridors to a small bar, its wall full of bizarre exoticisms.

 If it weren't for the assiduousness they were displayed in, one would say that the person was an accumulator. The idea that the person had become a hunter just to gain privileges and the ability to purchase ostentatious exclusive treasures was more and more evident.

"Let's sit down and have a drink."-the man bossed. 

"Oh, don't bother. We-"-they got interrupted by the man. It was clear he was vulgar despite his money. 

"I don't bother. I want to make sure that I'm not selling one of my prized items to anyone."

[thecleverdame]

The Oath - 1 (teaser)

Parings: Dark!Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: After an unsuccessful escape attempt, the reader finds herself taken as a spoil of war. She ends up in the bed of a ruthless Alpha, the son of John Winchester, leader of the kingdom of Gilead. She struggles to conceal her true identity and navigate a society where being an Omega means nothing more than serving at the pleasure of powerful men.

Warnings: non-con, sexual assault, rape, attempted suicide, sexual slavery, branding, torture, ownership, voyeurism, anal play, smut, violence, and murder.

Sam is dark in this story. If any of the warnings are triggers for you, I would suggest skipping this one. Please read and heed all the warnings.

Beta: ilikaicalie

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ONE

John Winchester is not a king. 

And yet he formed a rebellion the likes of which had never been seen before. He brought together enough powerful men who still believed in the old ways. Archaic beliefs that had long since been done away with in the outside world. With that belief came undying loyalty. He overthrew his native Gilead in a matter of months. When the time was right John killed his king, assumed the throne and promptly slaughtered every soul who refused to bow to the new order. 

And then he set his sights on the surrounding countries. First he took Lebanon, a small country to the south. His men raped and pillaged, burnt villages to the ground. And then he came for Eden. 

What John didn’t count on was a man just as ruthless. King Benedict’s army was strong, every soldier was loyal, fighting to the death against Winchester’s legions. The war raged; thousands died. One year became two. Then it became clear that Eden would fall. 

So Benedict sent his children away. He hid them as best he could in hopes of saving their lives. 

And that is where our story begins. 

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You run as far and fast as your legs will carry you, lungs burning, bare feet cut to shreds and caked in cold, thick mud. Your feet sink in and every step is a fight to pull yourself up from the muddy ground. The rain started an hour ago, a sprinkle that quickly turned into a torrential downpour. A deluge coming down in sheets as the wind howls and the cold of night sets in. 

But still you run.  

In the dark one’s eyes usually adjust, but not tonight. The storm and the wind are brutal as if sent from a higher power to punish you for the sins of your family. 

You haven’t heard the dogs for a long time, but that doesn’t ease your fears. At least when you could hear them snarling in the distance, you had some sense of how far away the danger lurked. But now there’s only thunder, the wet sound of rain pounding down on the forest, and your heartbeat thumping in your ears. 

The cold sinks into your bones, legs long numb as you stumble and fall into the mire. For a moment you lie there contemplating death. This could be it, you could give up and lay here until the elements take you into an endless sleep. Then it would at least be over. After two days of nonstop running for your life, you’re ready to give up. 

You stare up into the dark, trees bending from the force of the wind, branches whipping like lashes ready for a victim. Through the deafening noise of the storm, you hear the sound of horse hooves thundering closer and the shouts of men calling out in the dark. 

“Over here!” a voice booms. 

You turn over onto your stomach, trying to push yourself up with shaking arms, teeth chattering together. But your body gives out and you collapse back into the muck. 

A pair of boots plant themselves inches away from your face as two hands curl around your arms, lifting you into the air. 

“This one’s alive!” The man calls back to his comrades. 

He hikes your body onto his horse, lying face down with the horn of the saddle pressing into your belly. Then he climbs on behind you. 

Your father hid you away in a village on the outskirts of the kingdom in hopes that the war wouldn’t spill that far north. You were there for nearly a year before they invaded. Hundreds of soldiers rode on the village and made fast work of destroying everything and everyone in their wake. It was two nights ago you awoke to the screams of a neighbor boy, his tiny voice calling out for help as flames licked over the thatched roof of their cottage. 

The Winchester’s men are known for being as ruthless as her father’s. Perhaps in retaliation, perhaps they’re just heartless men. There’s no way to know who started the descent into madness, but the war went from soldiers killing each other in the battlefield to slaughtering innocents in their beds. There’s no end to the horrors each land has inflicted upon the other, and now you’re in the middle of the nightmare. 

The rider unceremoniously drops your body to the ground with a thud and your forearm snaps like a brittle branch. The pain spurs you back to life as you scream, rolling onto your back, cradling your arm. You howl in pain as men surround you in a circle. 

“You broke her already,” one of them chuckles. 

“She’ll have less fight in her this way.” A large soldier kneels down to get a better look. “I bet she’s something to look at once we get her cleaned up.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” you cry, inching backward. The rain has let up, now it’s little more than a light shower sprinkling down. 

“It’s up to you if it hurts,” one laughs. 

“Have you taken two cocks before?” A bearded man grabs you by the hair, wrenching your neck back to look at him. You whimper, mouth falling open in agony as your arm shifts and the broken bones rub together. “Answer me!”

“No,” you scream in terror, tears trailing down your cheeks. 

“‘Bout time then, don’t you think?” The man lifts your weight up by your hair, nearly tearing the roots from your scalp until you’re on your tiptoes, scrambling to follow him.

“Let me go!” you shriek as he walks you, barefoot and broken, toward the closest tent. You’re in a camp; tents, and soldiers as far as the eye can see. 

You can’t think. Your arm is enough to make your stomach turn. You know what comes next, you’ve heard the stories. Soldiers fight so they can enjoy the spoils of war and you are a commodity, a treasure plucked from the battlefield. When they rape you it will be brutal, as many men as one woman can take.

You would rather have frozen to death in the woods. 

“Take her dress off. Let’s see her tits!” A man calls out and a dozen voices rise in excited agreement. 

Squealing in pain and horror you look at the crowd of men in the room while your tattered dress is cut from your body. The men push and pull with no concern for your arm until you’re naked and trembling, curled into a ball on the floor. 

“Stand her up, let’s have a look at her.” 

A strong hand is back in your hair, yanking you to your feet as two sets of hands grab at your breasts and another slips between your legs. Two rough fingers push upward into your cunt and you beg for them to stop but the pleas fall on deaf ears. 

“If she’s going to scream like that you’ll have to gag her. I can’t listen to that howling all night.” A new man enters the tent, he gives you a once over as he moves to ladle broth from a pot above the fire. He stops and turns, giving you a closer inspection. “Where’d you find her?”

“In the woods.” The man touching your breasts gives your nipple a pinch and laughs. “She’s a little worse for wear but she’ll do. Would you like first go, my lord?” 

Somewhere in the back of your head, it registers that this man is someone important but all you can concentrate on are the fingers inside you and complete, utter humiliation. 

“I have no taste for this.” He looks you over, eyes narrowing and for a moment you’re sure he knows who you are. They’ll kill you now. “Let her go.”

The hands leave your body immediately and he wanders closer, leaning in to get a sniff. 

“Did none of you think to check her?” he asks. “You’re lucky I came when I did. The penalty for a Beta fucking an Omega is death and every one of you was about to seal your fate.”

“What?” The largest man steps back, his expression melting into a horror of his own. “She doesn’t smell like one.”

“She’s taken something, but any Alpha could smell her from a mile away.” He reaches out, cupping your chin, turning your head side to side to inspect your face. “You must always have an Alpha check.”

There’s a low rumble from every man in the room, the sound of disappointing discontent. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you credit for finding her. I’m sure my father can cough up a little gold for such a special discovery.” 

“We are grateful.” The man bows his head. 

This momentary savior grabs you by the arm and hauls you, naked and crying, out of the tent toward the far end of the camp. Men stop to watch, chuckling and whistling. 

He’s an Alpha, but at least it’s only him. Unless he has a particularly nasty disposition, you can survive one Alpha. Just as your legs are about to give way he turns toward a large tent in the center of the rest. Lifting the flap, he shoves you inside. 

There’s a roaring fire in the makeshift fireplace with tables and chairs set up around it. Furs and blankets cover the floor. There are two beds, one either side of the room. From the back of the tent a man emerges. An Alpha, you can smell him immediately. He’s taller than the man holding you, with broad shoulders and a thick beard. He stops to inspect this naked, trembling woman in front of him. 

“What’s this?” 

[secretsantasides]

Gift #5: Sun and Moon

Gift for: @okay-finne

Prompt: Deceit/Logan, Unsympathetic Virgil/Patton. Gods AU, tw blood, body mutilation.

"Sun"

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He can hear their cries.

It distracts him from his own pain, the pain of having something so important ripped out of him.

It also makes his torture a million times worse.

Listening to the cries of his children in the room next door, not knowing if they're actually being hurt or if they're just scared.

He prays that they're just scared. Losing this integral part of him is one thing. Losing the children he already has is another.

"Stop- stop- don't hurt them, please don't hurt them! They're chil- they're children!" He yells out as best he can, panicked and thrashing on the bed he's strapped too. It’s too hard to lie right now, too hard to put up the harsh and cocky mask he usually puts up for the beasts near him.

Blood soaking the gauze around his abdomen.

Blood, everywhere.

The 'doctor' the gods had sent stands, grinning to himself, on the other side of the room, dark circles under his eyes and purple hair his most visible features. He smells like lightning.

Pain, everywhere.

In his head, in his body, in his heart.

The screams cut off in the other room, and his breath catches.

They should still be screaming. They should still be scared.

His own cries cut off as his panic mounts and chokes him, grief overwhelming him even as he denies it.

Maybe the screaming wasn't his children. Maybe it had been just another cruel method the gods decided to use to punish him more.

"Please, my- my children." His voice breaks on the last word. He can't convince himself that it's true; that the terror stricken voices hadn't been his treasures.

Not with blood caked against his dark skin and in his golden hair, against the scales that he had always prided himself in keeping in perfect order.

Not when they'd already gone farther than he'd thought they would.

Why take away his womb and leave him with his children?

What point would there be to take away his ability to give life while leaving him with the life he's already made?

_____________

The first ice age is caused by his grief. He stays locked within the depths of his palace, away from the servants who are only trying to help.

He gets punished for this too, of course.

Anything that affects their mortals.

And so, the unblemished skin of his face becomes puckered on one side, burnt by a fire specially made to be so unnatural that it could wound the very Sun. The scales that had been there damage, some fall off completely and some meld into his skin grotesquely. It leaves his skin patchy and scarred, and dry, and far from the beauty he had once prided himself in.

His right eye is lost to the flames as well. This, he doesn't mourn. He can't bring himself to care. Not with the gaping hole he can feel inside of him- both in his body and in his heart.

Word gets from his Moon to him, somehow. The servants, he thinks. Usually it would be too risky to do it, but with their Lord on the verge of giving up, it may be well worth it.

______________

The letter has been the only thing that has kept him going for longer than he cares to count.

Day after day. The one letter that has been able to slip through the tighter security put around his palace since his mistakes.

Now, it's worn to the point of being so fragile that he will have to copy it over again soon. He's worn through so many copies that it's obscene. He can't help it. The words and the one who sent it mean everything to him now.

The letter reminds him that even if he's lost greatly, someone shares that loss with him. And if he were to give up, he would cause him even greater tragedy.

'My Sun, We will be brought together once again. I am sure of it. Think less of our loss, as much as it pains me to say that, and think more of what may have been. Do not lose yourself in sadness in grief. Let your anger fester and pull you together and push you forward, so that we may be united again, as we should be. Hold on. The mortals will be the death of themselves one day, when the gods refuse to come to their aid. We will be released. Do not do this to yourself. You will take away the very last piece of me that the gods have not completely stripped away. Let me be that piece for you as well. Your Moon'

He will be holding on, for forever if he has to. He has to keep hope that he will be able to see his Moon again.

Not as much hope as he had last time. Not enough to make him foolish enough that he considers doing something about it himself again.

Just enough that he can convince himself that there is a reason to keep going.

_____________

More copies of the letter come and go.

More days.

More glimpses of night. Of the Moon Palace on the horizon, just out of reach.

Finally, word gets to him of the fulfillment of what his Moon had said would take place.

The Mortals will reach their end soon.

This is the first time in a long time that the servants kept in the Sun Palace see their Lord break down.

The current copy of the letter gets crushed to his chest, and the ink smears where tears dare to touch down on the creased paper.

Soon.

Soon, it will feel like this had all been for something, that his pain and perseverance hadn't been for nothing.

He will see his Moon soon, and he will be able to heal properly this time.

_______________________

“Moon”

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“My lord! My lord! Have you heard the good news yet?” A servant’s cry echoes through the palace, rushing into the throne room where almost everything is plated in or made of reflective minerals and polished well enough that you can see every thread of the staff member’s clothing as they scamper by.

“The good news of what? That my father will not be joi-”

“That the other gods have given up on the mortals!” The servant cuts their lord off, but such a thing is not worried about in the palace of the Moon. He does not care for the silly social rules the other gods put in place, even if the one he so sorely misses, does.

The god is frozen now- much like he has felt inwardly all these years, separated from his warmth. The gods- especially one like… him, Patton- giving up on their mortals? Now? Finally? It can’t be true. They uprooted whole lives, turned over everything and rewrote fate herself to put these mortals here.

“The gods have given up on their mortals? On their Earth?” “Yes! Remus says he’s heard the mortals are to die out within the week! He’s said you’re going to be allowed to leave your palace!”

The Moon Palace. More like a prison, he thinks. A silvery, reflective castle on top of gangly legs that does nothing more than stalk around the earth. A palace he had thought would never be able to do more than that. But with the Humans perishing, if this is true…

“You’re sure about this, Zero?” The servant hesitates when they’re addressed by the robed figure upon his throne. “I.. It’s hard to be certain. But I have heard this from Remus and his place by the throne in-”

“- Remus is far from where orders originate. Send word to the Light Council and ask for confirmation for me.” There’s no use getting his hopes too high just yet. He can’t afford to. He remembers what happened last time someone had stretched their hopes a little too far; a little too soon. It hadn’t been him, of course, last time. But it reminds him, all the same, to be much more careful with his feelings.

“Of course, Sir.” They bow before heading back out of the throne room; their steps echoing in the nearly empty halls. The Moon Palace isn’t one you would imagine a god would be living in. The walls empty, bare. Very few furnishings interrupt the mirrored structure of the castle, making the interior like a maze to all those who don’t know their way around by heart.

The servants closer to the god say that his castle is much like him. Unyielding for those not in his heart.

The god stands from his throne and goes to stand by one of the few windows in his home. He always sees the Sunset from here. His castle ever chasing after the Sun palace; his mind and heart ever chasing after someone he had once and may not be able to ever have again.

He can keep hope, now. He allows himself a small sliver of it.

Soon, he may get to be in the embrace of the Sun once again. Feel his warm embrace. Smell the slightly dusty, warm scent that not many mortals have the ability to catch a whiff of. Even the prospect of just catching a full glimpse of his Sun excites him.

It’s been so long. Ages. Epochs. Periods. Eras. Eons. Supereons. Further. He isn’t sure there’s a word for how long it’s been.

All he knows is that he’s only left with the faint memories of warm days and cooler nights spent with his lover, of the way they touched back when they actually could.

Of how he now is doomed to spend eternity only chasing after his Sun, never to catch him, for the sake of the mortals that reside on the Earth the Elder gods had given to him and his Sun.

The Moon resents the Mortals for the job the gods have given him, and resents the gods for having taken his Earth and placed mortals on it in the first place-- then having the audacity to ask for him and his Sun to do this; to be separated until their whims decided they could be together once again. He resents them for what they did to his Sun when they had said no at first.

The Moon will wait and bide his time until he is allowed to reunite with his Sun, for his Sun’s sake.

And then there will be hell to pay.

[fallinnflower]

bee mine

jun (A.C.E) x reader (fluff, humor, non-idol!au)

a/n: a long, long time ago, the A.C.E discord made a joke about junbee being a thing, and because i can never let a stupid joke die i wrote this. happy april fool’s day, never stop clowning your friends, yeehaw. 

Something about your cousin had always been a little unnerving. Not to say you didn’t love her, because you did, but what five-year-old wanted a bee-themed birthday party?

Not bugs in general, just bees.

You had been trying to get out of going to the party for the past month and a half, but this morning your mother had been called into work for an emergency, and so here you are — the first day of your summer break, spent in the company of very young children on a very hot day as they ran around the yard buzzing. Loudly.

There’s hardly a moment for you to react to your uncle coming out onto the porch before a headband is placed roughly on your head, snapping you out of your thoughts. He smiles, bitter and sympathetic, and points to the pair of glittery black-and-gold striped foam balls attached to springs on his own head.

“What the princess wants, the princess gets,” he chuckles, and steps down into the yard, leaving you to bemoan your fate.

The kids in the yard seem to be playing a game of tag, in which whoever is ‘it’ wears a pair of semi-translucent wings, however, the game has quickly turned into a much less civilized cluster of screaming, running children. One of the wings is broken, and you feel bad for whichever parent is going to be tasked with fixing it during lunch.

You pull out your phone only to be greeted by your lockscreen. Everyone must still be sleeping, after all — you would have been, too, had you not been so rudely interrupted. You heave yet another sigh just before the door behind you opens again, revealing your aunt carrying two bottles of soda and another of lemonade, a sleeve of pink plastic cups draped awkwardly over her arms. She smiles at you,

“Could you listen for the doorbell? The entertainment should be here soon.”

You have no clue who or what the entertainment is, but the idea of being inside and out of earshot of the screaming children sounds like a dream come true. You spare a somewhat disapproving glance at the cake (bee-shaped, which is weird, so weird, why is she like this) on the kitchen counter before flopping down on the living room couch. It shouldn’t matter one way or the other if you’re here, you think — your cousin has plenty of friends, and they’re more interested in making her dad play the bee than they are you, so, really, it’s all pointless.

You check your phone, tossing it onto the cushion beside you when you realize, once again, that you have absolutely no new messages. It’s going to be a long afternoon.

And so you figure it’s only right that the doorbell rings just as you’re getting comfortable, and you have to drag yourself up to the front door of a house that isn’t even yours to greet a mysterious entertainer—

“Happy Birthday to—” The man in the bee suit, who honestly can’t be much older than you, stops mid-verse, seeming almost to choke on his words. You can’t say you’re really any less shocked to see someone like him (tall, blonde, young, surprisingly attractive and in a bee suit) on the other side of the doorframe.

“You must be the entertainment,” you say, and step aside to let him in. He looks a bit sheepish and uncomfortable, glancing around the dim, empty house before his eyes land on you again.

“You’re not the birthday girl, are you?” He asks, hesitantly, and you can’t help but laugh at that, watching as his face turns red but the corners of his lips turn up, too.

“I can safely say I’m older than five. The party’s this way.” You lead him to the French doors off the porch, then motion for him to wait. He does, hanging back in the kitchen to look at the cake. His face is oddly contemplative for someone wearing a bee suit, and you somehow feel even more awkward than before.

You take a deep breath, push the door open, and call out your cousin’s name to get her attention.

“I am so sorry,” you say, no less than ten minutes later. When the bee (Junhee, apparently, but call him Jun [“but please not Junbee,” a nickname your cousin and her friends had bestowed upon him]) had stepped outside, he became a completely different person than the quiet, somewhat cautious boy he had been inside the house. He immediately took up the role of seeker in a game of hide-and-seek (which you had also been roped into), running around the yard buzzing with his little wings and antenni swinging. You hadn’t meant to scare him, but somehow you had — because, upon finding you, he had promptly jumped and smacked the back of his head against the underside of the picnic table you had been hiding under.

“It’s fine,” he laughs, as he guides the bag of ice you’re holding to a better position on his head. His hair is dyed a pale, pale blonde, almost white, underneath the somewhat outrageous fuzzy hood of his costume. “I just get spooked easily, it isn’t your fault.” You laugh,

“At least you’re getting a break?” It’s an awkward statement at best, but Jun is either dizzy from the hit to his head or just as lame as you are, because he laughs again and agrees with you.

The conversation lulls at that point, and all you can do is press the ice bag a little harder against the back of his head; you direct your gaze there, mostly because you can feel his eyes on you from where he’s seated at the kitchen table and you’re already embarrassed and red enough as it is without having to make eye contact at this close range. You tilt your head down to get a better look, and you feel the silly headband slipping forward. Jun reaches up to catch it before you can, chuckling at the cheap, glittery antenni,

“Cute.” You push the headband back up onto your head, and he lets his hand drop into his lap.

“Yeah, party favor from my uncle,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and shaking your head slightly so the little balls swing on their springs. Jun smiles at you, one side of his mouth lifted just slightly higher than the other, his eyes sparkling as they reflect the overhead light in the kitchen,

“That, too.”

You stare at him for a moment, blinking in astonishment, and he suddenly turns pink and scrunches up his face, hiding his eyes behind his hands,

“Ah, that was stupid.” Even though he laughs while he says it, you can see the way the tips of his ears are turning progressively redder and redder as he hunches down in his seat away from you, feeling your own do the same.

“You, uh—” You wet your lips and start again, hand falling away from the back of his head as he seems to curl in on himself for a moment. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Sorry,” he says, sparing a glance at you from behind his hands.

“No, don’t be, it’s just— you’re in a bee suit, it’s kind of hard to take you seriously.” By the end of your sentence you find yourself smiling, biting your lip to keep the laughter in, and Jun finally looks back up at you, lowering his hands. He glances down at his shoulder where the fuzzy bumblebee costume begins, almost as if he had forgotten it was there at all, and his smile is still lopsided when he meets your eyes.

“Can I try some other time without the bee suit, then?” You laugh, feeling your heart skip a beat in your chest. You press the bag of ice to his head again, smiling,

“That can be arranged.”

When you text your best friend later that day, saying you got a cute bee’s phone number, you probably should have expected to receive the entire Bee Movie script in response (but it doesn’t make you yell at her any less).

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“Run In: Fate” - Part 2

Genre: Angst and Smut 

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: Welcome back for another chapter. Happy Readings!^^

Yoongi had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist as water dripped from his hair and naked body. His walk slowed to a stop as his eyes scanned the room. You were gone and he was a bit confused as to where you were but that was cut away by the ringing of his cell phone. Walking over to the bedside drawer, he picked up the device and answered.

“Min.”

He listened carefully to the voice on the other end line before hanging up and quickly getting dressed. Yoongi didn’t have time to look for you and hoped you wouldn’t be too upset by his sudden absence. Only when he had closed the front door and was now getting into his car, you came out of hiding and back into the bedroom. Yoongi wasn’t there and judging by a missing suit in his closet, he was gone.

You fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a sigh. Contemplating whether or not you were making the right decision, plagued your mind. You were so unsure of yourself and also angry. This didn’t have to be as dramatic as it made it. If you usually had a problem, you could talk to Yoongi about it. If it was something he did, you had no problem standing up to him and voicing your feelings. So why couldn’t you do it now? What was so hard about telling him you were expecting and whether he wanted to believe it or not, he was the father?

It sounds easy but what really worried you was seeing the look of disappointment on his face. You knew that Yoongi was a man that wasn’t easily moved. If he wasn’t ready for a child and you surprisingly were, you had a strong feeling that the relationship would become strained then wither away into nothing. You didn’t want to burden him and didn’t want to give him a reason to stay if he didn’t want to.

Letting out a frustrating sigh, you entered the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. What were you going to do?

~~~~~~~

When Yoongi made it to his club, he was barely able to put his car in park before rushing inside. He couldn’t believe what he was told and needed to get to the bottom of it. Today was supposed to go smoothly for him before his trip out of town. He was supposed to cuddle you and make sure you were okay especially after his chef told him that you went to bed sick last night. He was supposed to have lunch with his father, discuss business a little, before he returned home to pack. Yoongi had planned on taking you out to dinner and making love to you then catching his early morning flight. Now majority of his plans were shot to hell and he wanted to know why.

Entering into his office, he found Namjoon, Hoseok, and few other men gathered around his desk. When Namjoon saw him enter, he stood to his feet, letting Yoongi take a seat in the chair.

“What’s happened?” Yoongi asked coldly.

“Jimin’s on the line, he could explain it to you clearly.” He stated, directing him to the black landline on the table top. 

“Jimin.”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Now explain to me what the hell is going on.” 

“A shipment is gone.”

“What the fuck do you mean it’s gone?! Three shipments went out last night, what the fuck happened?!”

“From what I gather, it was some kind of ambush. The other two shipments were successfully sent out but the last one was stalled at the docks. Apparently a group of unknown men showed up, killed everyone, and took the boat with the goods on them.”

“Ambush?” Yoongi mumbled to himself. How would anyone know products were being shipped that night and why would anyone go after it? The obvious answer was money. That boat alone was worth an easy two hundred grand and the products inside not only contained weapons but also drugs. The buyer was looking for that last shipment, a shipment he now had to replace. “You told me you could handle this. You were the foreseer for this transaction, how could you let this happen?”

Jimin took a deep breath. “If you want me to pay you the two hun-“

“No!” Yoongi yelled raising his voice, standing to his feet. “I’ll replace it because it is my job to do so! This is about you letting someone take our shit! My guns! My drugs! In the hands of God knows whom!”

Now it was Jimin’s turn to become angry. He didn’t appreciate Yoongi talking to him as if he was one of his workers. He handled hundreds of transactions no problem and quickly learned that when there are losses, cover them and keep moving. Dwelling on them can attract unwanted attention.

“Yoongi, I get that you are angry but please refrain from talking down to me. We are partners, it’s not like you were the only one who suffered from this. Shit happens. We could either cut or covers our losses and move forward or fight about it like amateurs on their first run, it’s your choice.” Yoongi remained quiet as he bites back a response. A part of him knew that Jimin had a point. “Now I want to add something that I thought was strange about the entire transaction.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi leaned forward resting his arms on the desks, his eyebrows dipped into his forehead.

“I received a message from Ujin saying the buyer wanted to discuss the last transaction over a call. While on the phone, he told me that he wanted the last shipment to remain at the docks. If we could, send it two hours or so later than the other two.”

“Why would he request that when he was adamant about receiving each package within thirty minutes of each other?”

“I don’t know, but when I returned to the docks the boat was gone.”

Yoongi thought it over, something about this wasn’t right. Out of all the transactions he’s done, none of the buyers had changed their minds about the shipment especially with the risk of the police watching. “You don’t think the stolen shipment was a setup, do you?”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” Jimin stated. “After I told the buyer what happened, he wasn’t mad at all. Told me that he’d make do with the two shipments he had.”

Yoongi wasn’t too thrilled to hear that a buyer help set him up and now someone escaped with a shitload of weapons and thousands of pounds of heavy drugs. Selling the drugs was quick easy way to make money but what worried him was the guns.

“You did well, Park. When do you plan on returning to town?”

“I should be back later this afternoon.”

“Let’s meet up afterwards to discuss this further.”

~~~

The time was approaching midday afternoon and the bakery had been busy with customers running in and out. The phone was ringing consistently with orders ranging from simple desserts for a party to large wedding cakes for more special occasions. To put it short, today was a busy day and you were trying your hardest to grin and bear it all. 

You were trying to block out the conversation you had with Yoongi that morning and the phone call you had with your doctor was also getting to you. She didn’t seem too thrilled to hear from you and how you plan to precede with the abortion. She even tried to persuade you to think about it some more or at least consider talking to Yoongi about adoption. You ended the call, putting her at ease by setting the appointment a month from now. 

While she seemed a bit relieved by this, it did nothing but make you feel like a monster. A monster for thinking about killing your own blood. Your own seed. An embryo that will grow into a tiny baby then into a toddler, calling you ‘mommy’ and telling you how much they loved you. How could you live with yourself after that? You could barely stand being in your thoughts, trying to figure it out. 

What would people say when they find out? How would they react? What really scared you was how they would view you when they realized your solution to the situation. Honestly, it scared you to look in their faces and see the same mirrored disappointment. You knew because you saw it when you looked in the mirror at your reflection, not being able to recognize the person staring back at you.

You greatly dislike how one choice given to you affected so many people. Even the people, who were still unaware of your situation, would have a lot to say on the matter. And could you make them understand? How could you justify your fears by killing off your own?

Releasing a small sigh, you tried to shake the negative thoughts from your head to focus on work. It was only when the bustling around the shop slows to a halt, Jungkook’s grandmother asked you to have tea with her. The two of you were seated on her living room couch in the connected upstairs apartment, while Jungkook stayed in the bakery in the case of another customer.

“The weather seems awfully cloudy.” She commented, taking a sip from her cup. You looked outside of the window, taking note of the sunny blue sky. There wasn’t a single cloud in sight.

“But... I don’t see any clouds.”

She lightly chuckled, sitting her cup down. “I’m not talking about outside, dear, but up here,” she said, motioning towards your head. “Your head has been up in the clouds all morning. What is it that’s bothering you?”

You sighed, letting your emotional barrier down and decided to come clean to someone because you couldn’t bear holding it in any longer. “Well yesterday, I confirmed that I am pregnant.”

“Congratulations! That’s wonderful news but why are you still gloomy about it?” She questioned.

“Although I would like to be pregnant, now is just not the right time.”

“When is there ever a right time, dear? Things happen out of our control. Sometimes it’s best not to fight it; sometimes it could just be fate.” 

“Yes but Yoongi and I never discussed having kids. Lately, he’s been so busy with his business that he’s rarely ever home and now, he’s leaving town for a couple weeks. A year ago, I’ve accepted him and his lifestyle in order to be with him but I honestly don’t want him to continue his business when we decide to have children.” You sighed. “I don’t want to be that kind of person that gives their boyfriends an ultimatum. I definitely don’t want to force him to do something just to suit my needs.”

“Of course not, honey, you’re doing it to suit the needs of your unborn baby. After all, you didn’t create it by yourself.”

“I know but I’m worried he’ll hate me for it later. We sort of talked about it this morning and although I wasn’t able to tell him I was pregnant, he did tell me that he wasn’t ready for kids either and I don’t know what to do. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his emotions whatsoever. If he’s mad, I’ll definitely know about it by facing it directly. He’s more than likely to tell me to either accept that he’s never leaving his family’s business or may tell me to leave.”

The elderly woman sat in silence as she thought it over. You had came to work for them almost a year ago and despite your name being in the headlines for being romantically involved with the biggest mobster in the city, they welcomed you with opened arms. You proved to be hardworking and a great asset to the company. Within that short period of time, she had gotten to know you and realize how much of a sweet and caring person you were. Although Jungkook’s grandmother has never met Yoongi, she figured that he couldn’t be as cold hearted as everyone painted him to be, seeing how he rescued you and your parents. With that being said, she believed that your relationship with Yoongi could withstand anything as long as you two were together. Neither one of you were good on your own and if you two didn’t stop being self absorbed in your own selfishness, then this would be the beginning of the fall of the relationship.

“In a relationship, when communication starts to fade, everything else follows.” She mumbled to herself, taking another sip from her cup.

“Hm?” You asked her, coming out of your own thoughts.

“Oh nothing, dear, just a saying that always stuck to me.” She smiled. “Let me put it this way... if Min Yoongi was harboring a secret that he was afraid would tear the relationship apart and you may leave him, would you want to know?

“Of course! I would want to know everything that was bothering him.”

“Why?” She challenged.

“...because I love him and I wouldn’t want him to hurt himself keeping it in.”

“But what if he doesn’t tell you out of fear? What if he doesn’t want to burden you and hides the problem until it is forgotten?” She held your eyes in a lock, refusing to break you from its hold. Eventually, your eyes begun to water at the heartbreak of the conversation. 

“I would be hurt at the fact that he didn’t come to me and he had to suffer in silence. I wouldn’t know if I’d be able to trust him because he couldn’t trust me with his problems.”

“Now, is it better to keep him uninformed on the pregnancy? It is his child just as much as it is yours. You don’t want secrets to form and trust to break because of miscommunication, do you?”

You lowered your head, sobbing in your hands. “No...”

“If the Min Yoongi you told me about has grown from the asshole he used to be, then you have nothing to worry about.” She smiled at you.

~~~

You returned to work a short time later, working until late in the evening. You were the only one left in the bakery, cleaning up before leaving for the evening. Jungkook and his grandfather had left to deliver one of the wedding cakes to the reception while his grandmother had retired upstairs for the evening. All of the hired help had also clocked off, leaving you alone.

As you cleaned, you couldn’t help but think of the conversation you had earlier. Mrs. Jeon was right. In order to protect the relationship, you would have to tell him the truth.

Coincidentally, the bells on the door suddenly rung and when you looked up, there he was. Seeing him standing there brought a sense of ease and you couldn’t help the smile that had slowly appeared. Wasting no time, you walked over and right into his arms, throwing your head into his chest and inhaling his cologne. 

“Well hello to you too.” He chuckled wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry. I just... miss you.” When you looked up at him, he gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Almost,” you stated, breaking away from him to finish tidying the shop which only took a few minutes. After putting everything away, you ushered Yoongi out of the door and locked up. “There! Now I’m ready to go.”

Yoongi took your hand in his and walked to your car. Usually when he would pick you up from work, he’d always drive his car but when he asked for your keys, it had left you a bit confused.

“I had my car sent back so you wouldn’t have to leave yours here overnight.” He stated after sensing your confusion.

After he helped you into the passenger seat, he climbed into the driver side before pulling out onto the street. He held your hand the entire car ride back to his home. It reminded you of all the times when the two of you snuck around and he did little romantic gestures that made you even crazier about him. Surprisingly enough, as you stared at him, the more you wanted to jump his bones when you made it into his bedroom.

“So... are we just going home to go to bed?” You asked seductively.

“Is that what you want?” Yoongi asked, turning his head to face you but you only shrug.

“I want whatever it is that you want.”

He smirked, turning his attention back to the road. “Then I have something planned for us that you will enjoy.”

The car pulled up in front of his house and he stepped out, helping you out of the vehicle and up to the front door. Once opened, the lights were all dimmed low added with candles to light the home. Soft sensual music filled the air along with the delicious aroma of food. Your stomach immediately growled and you hoped that your pregnancy sickness wouldn’t rear its ugly head and ruin the mood for tonight. 

“I’ll give you two options,” Yoongi spoke, pulling your body into his. “I’ll let you shower and get ready for dinner or, we could eat dinner right now.”

You quickly thought it over and after realizing that you won’t be seeing him for awhile, you wanted this night to be just as memorable for him. “I’ll get dress for dinner.” You commented, walking out of his embrace and up the stairs; smiling over your shoulder.

You wanted to wear something that would immediately grab Yoongi’s attention when he saw you and you already knew what. Walking into his closet and going over to your side, you pulled out a lingerie night gown. You held it up to examine it further. Not only was the gown silk, it was also transparent and his favorite color. With the see-through panties to match, you were sure your choice of clothing would make his mouth drop.

As you showered, you could help but smile at the anticipation of his reaction. After drying off, you placed your hair in an up-do style, slipped on the gown and panties, put on light makeup which basically included mascara and lipstick, and walked out of the room. You found Yoongi sitting on one of the living room couches, talking on the phone. Of course he’d use this opportunity to work in your absence. 

He didn’t see you at first but the moment his eyes landed on your person, he couldn’t tear them away. It was as if you held his attention in a trance and couldn’t help but feel giddy on the inside. This was exactly what you wanted.

“Are you ready for dinner?” You asked innocently.

“L-Let me call you back.” He stuttered, hanging up the phone immediately; not caring if the person on the other line heard him or not.

Yoongi got up and walked over to you, pulling you against him in a not so gentle way. He leaned his head down to placed soft kisses on your neck, mumbling into your skin.

“Fuck... why are you so sexy?” He asked breathing in the fragrance from your body wash. “You don’t know how crazy you make me.”

You smiled, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. Your hands traveled down his arms and removed his hands from your ass. As much as you wanted him to touch you all over, you still wanted to see what he had planned for the evening. And if you hadn’t been the one to break away, even though you wanted nothing more than to sit on his cock, there was a chance that Yoongi would be drilling into you while you both laid on the couch.

Yoongi released a groan as he tried to get himself together. There will be plenty of time for that later; you both just had to make it through dinner which proved to be a more difficult task for him. Instead of sitting across from each other, like he usually do, Yoongi pulled his chair right alongside yours. You tried to hide your smile as much as you could but it ended up shining brightly at his behavior.

His chef walked back and forth from the kitchen, balancing several dishes on his arms and hands. Your eyes lit up at the colorful meal, wishing you could be able to eat it all. As the music continued to play in the background, you and Yoongi traded off feeding each other different entrees, telling one another how good it tastes. He would purposely leave sauce on your lip or in the corner of your mouth, just so he could lick it off which, in turned, started a heated make out session. It always ended with you breaking away to eat more food.

You ate as much as you could and by the time his chef brought out desert, you couldn’t eat anymore. If you did, you were liable to vomit it all up. You stared at the delicious looking cake, topped with strawberries and whipped cream with strawberry syrup drizzled all over.

Yoongi lathered up one of the strawberries until the sweet red syrup was dripping from the fruit. When you noticed that he wasn’t going to eat it and, instead, offer it to you, you spoke up.

“Yoongi, I don’t think I can fit anything else in my stomach.” You whined.

“Just try one.” He stated, bringing the fork closer to your mouth.

You opened wide to taste the fruit but the moment it closed, sweet liquid had escaped from the corner of your mouth, dripped down to your chin, and dropped into a trail on your chest. 

“Let me see.” His deep lustful voice rung out. 

Yoongi stopped you from wiping it away as he sat the fork on the plate. Helping you up by your hands and maneuvering your body, you now straddled his legs as you faced him. His hands held your hips but his eyes were trained on your chest, specifically on that red line heading down the top of your breast. Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore; you drove his insides crazy even though you didn’t do it purposely. It just shows what kind of affect you had on him.

His tongue came out and licked that trail upward, gathering the syrup on his tongue. Your head fell back so he could get any that may have gotten on your neck. Yoongi’s tongue licked over a patch of skin, taking it between his lips and sucking on it. This caused you to release a moan that felt like music to his ears. When you lowered your head, Yoongi continued feasting on his meal, licking up the last of the strawberry sauce on your chin before kissing your lips.

The kiss was rough and hot, giving off a primal feel of want. It was a fierce battle as you tried to match his intensity but the moment you were pulled up his lap and felt his hard cock under you, you melted in his embrace; letting him have his way with you. His chef had entered the room ready to ask about the dessert but found you both in a compromising situation, not that neither one of you noticed. He quickly exited and left you both to a moment of privacy.

But that moment was all Yoongi needed as he stood to his feet, holding you by your thighs so that you wouldn’t fall and when you were able to lift yourself comfortably, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms came around his neck, your fingers running through the soft strains of his hair. Yoongi carried you through his house and upstairs to his bedroom. 

The two of you fell onto the bed and the kissing picked back up where it had left off. Yoongi was on top of you, kissing you as if this was going to be his last time seeing you. He needed to make up for not being around as often as you wanted and also for his absence in the future. His tongue entered your mouth at the thought, massaging against yours. He needed to as much of you as possible, something to hold him over until he returned home.

Your hands were already gripping the bottom of his black T-shirt, easing it up his body to take off. His soft skin just felt so warm and smooth that you needed to feel more. When Yoongi felt you tugging on shirt, he broken the kiss to sit up and remove it. The two of you took the time to admire each other from different views. Yoongi stared down at you, lust in his eyes as they scanned over your body; taking in every little detail about you. You self consciously bit your lip as you watched him, his dark eyes watching your every move, you could only imagine what was going through his head as he did it. Having a man, such as a man as Yoongi, made your stomach flip at the thought of what he was going to do to you. You could see it in his eyes that you two were in for a long night and you didn’t mind one bit.

Since he was now topless, Yoongi wanted you to join him. He pulled your upper half off the bed and quickly shed you out of your night gown, leaving you in nothing but see-through panties. After you lied back down, he gave your lips a final kiss as he softly kissed down your body, mumbling sweet compliments between each one. One of your hands rested on his head, gently running your fingers through his hair while you brought your other hand to your lips, smiling and lightly biting on your finger at his words. He always knew how to make you feel special and for as long as you two been together, you couldn’t help but to blush at his small praises. 

Once Yoongi reached your breasts, his tongue appeared and gently licked over each bud, hardening them before continuing to the other one. You felt his soft lips leave wet prints as he worked his way down your stomach. When Yoongi’s mouth touched your belly button, he lingered there; kissing around it. Suddenly, any lustful feelings you had were replaced with nervousness and worry. You began to shift uncomfortably but didn’t make it obvious to Yoongi, who was still focused on pleasuring you. Did he find out? Could he sense it? Could he tell? Were you starting to show? What should you do?

All of the questions you had were circling around your head. You were approaching three months and didn’t know if it was noticeable to others. To you, you looked and felt different but you weren’t sure when it came to someone else. Seeing how Yoongi was the father, you wondered if he sensed something different with your body. Fortunately for you, he didn’t dwindle in the same place for long and moved away, allowing you to relax and get back into the mood, especially when his hands gripped the band of your panties and pulled them down your legs and off. He pushed your thighs open an up, spreading your legs further apart.

Yoongi sat up and back on his knees, once again looking down at you from above. You looked unbelievably sexy, lewdly spread and vulnerable to him. He brought his fingers up to his lips to wet them on his tongue. You watched him closely, never once breaking eye contact but the moment you felt his fingers rub against your pussy, your eyes closed at the pleasure. With your focus no longer on him, Yoongi’s eyes lowered to your glistening center. He brought his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched the tips of his fingers become wetter in your folds. Yoongi repeatedly gathered your arousal at your entrance before torturously rubbing along your lips and around your clit. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned.

“Fuck, Yoongi... are you going to torture me all night?”

He scoffed with a smirk, licking his lips. “I’m just waiting.”

When he slowly massaged your clit between his middle and index fingers, you lost your train of thought as another moan escaped your mouth instead of words. He continued to do this causing your to mumble nothing but gibberish. Getting the feeling that a Yoongi wasn’t going to stop to let you speak, you concentrated hard on what you wanted to say.

“Waiting... waiting on what?”

“On you.” He simply replied. This, of course, confused you for you had no idea what he meant. Although he spoke to you, his eyes were still planted on your lower half, watching as you begin to drip down your ass and to his comforter.

“Waiting on me to do what?”

Suddenly, his eyes met yours in a dark gaze. His fingers moved from your clit down to your entrance, making sure they were fully lubricated.

“To beg me.”

And with that being said, two of his fingers, slipped inside of you; taking notice of your tight walls. You gasped at his movements and reached down to grip his wrist as he fucked you on his fingers. The more he pumped them, the more juices he pulled from your pussy. You tried to sit up to watch him but had trouble doing so, especially when he twisted his fingers inside and was now rubbing against your sponged like button. Your hips began to roll but his other hand held onto them, controlling how much you moved.

“I’m still waiting.” Yoongi blurted out.

“...fuck.” Was the only answer you had to offer.

You knew you were in trouble when Yoongi’s eyebrow rose in the air. Your respond wasn’t enough and you both knew it. With his fingers still deep inside you, he added a third and then leaned forward to take your clit in between his lips. You were thrown off guard but your legs easily rested over his shoulders. Both of your hands went to his head, tightly gripping his dark hair to possibly control his movements but it proves to be futile. His mouth created pulsating pressure to you clit as he sucked on the upper half of your pussy, adding the pressure from his fingers had you racing to your impending orgasm. 

“Shit, Yoongi!... fuck!” You squealed.

Your stomach tightened and you were almost there but just as quick as your orgasm neared, it disappeared as Yoongi removed his hand and mouth from your body. He returned to his previous position, sitting up on his knees and you joined him, leaning up on your arms.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked bitterly, not hiding your frustration.

“That was me giving you what you wanted.” He licked his lips, maneuvering on the bed.

“But you didn’t give me what I wanted!”

“And neither did you.” He quickly shot back. Your head fell back as you released a sigh at the ceiling. You weren’t in the mood for games. All you wanted was to come which he was preventing.

Sucking up your ego, you sat up to rub his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I want to make you happy. You were just making me feel so good that I couldn’t talk. So please, Yoongi... please make me come.” You stared into his eyes before moving to kiss his neck. “Please, baby? I need you so bad...”

Yoongi’s hand came in between the two of you and pushed you back onto the bed. You watched him remove the last bit of clothing, staring at his solid member. Turning you on your side, Yoongi gotten behind you and you immediately knew what to do. Holding onto the underside of your thigh, you lifted your leg in the air as he guided his cock between your folds and into your pussy. Your head fell back on top of his arm as it curled, bringing you closer. Once you both were settled into the position, Yoongi removed his hand and you lowered your leg to match your other. His hand gently turned your head where you both met in sensual kiss. It was nothing like before. This was soft and gentle, expressing the love you both shared between each other.

Yoongi’s hips slowly moved, massaging your walls with his shaft. You moaned into his mouth which made his thrusts become longer. He broke away to kiss and nibble on your shoulder. Your hand came up to hold the back of his head for support when his hand rested on your hips to help rock you on his cock. Yoongi pulled away from you briefly to watch his cock disappear and reappear which made him even harder. Your pussy had his dick covered in juices and the sound of him fucking you was like music to his ears. If only he didn’t have to leave in a couple hours, he would have kept you up all night making love to you then holding you as you both slept the day away.

Halfway through the love making, he wanted more; he needed more. His thrusts increased and so did his hold on you. One arm came across your chest, resting his hand on your throat while the other eased your legs apart, holding one up in the air. This allowed him to fuck you faster and harder.

“Keep your leg up.” He whispered in your ear, moving the arm under you down to toy with your clit.

“Yoon-Yoongi...” you moaned out his name. He hummed in approval as he nibbles on your earlobe.

“I fucking love the way you moan for me, y/n. I’ll miss this voice while I’m away. I’ll have to call you just to hear you say my name, maybe even stroke my cock to it.”

His admission fueled the passion inside of him as his ministrations became quicker. You held onto his arm, bracing yourself as his cock slid deeper in your channel. Your leg was becoming tired but you didn’t dare lower it just in case there were consequences if you did. Besides, the pleasure Yoongi was feeding your body was enough to distract you from any discomfort you were also feeling.

His fingers were rolling your clit between them and the orgasm that had escaped before had now returned and was approaching rather quickly than you expected. 

“I...” you began to say but were unable to finish.

“You’re ready to come, aren’t you baby?” He groaned in your ear after he felt your walls close in around him.

You could do nothing but nod in response. Whether you or him want to or not, you came hard, freezing in place as your muscles spazzed and tightly gripped his cock. Choosing not to fight it, he let your pussy milk him dry of his nut. 

You both remained frozen in place as nothing but deep breathing could be heard in the room. Your leg came down and the two of you shared one last passionate kiss before unknowingly falling asleep in each other’s arms for the remainder of the night.

~~~

A woman with long dark hair appeared out of nowhere and stood by as you and Yoongi enjoyed the scenery. He was the one who noticed her first as he turned to face her. You held onto his arm, watching as the two of them had a stare off. An uncomfortable feeling came over you when you tried to speak but nothing came out. This caused a smile slowly appeared on the woman’s face. Yoongi walked towards her, breaking the hold you had on his arm. 

You wanted to go after him but you were rooted in place, unable to do so. He suddenly disappeared out of view, leaving you and the woman to stare at each other. For some odd reason, her face became blurred from your view as nothing but her lips was the only thing that was visible. Her mouth opened and your entire world began to crumble and fall apart. Blood poured from her mouth, spilling out in a nonstop fashion like a broken faucet. The ground crumbled below your feet and with nothing to hold onto, you fell into the black pits of the unknown.

~

You quickly sat up, throwing yourself from your dream. The dark blue sky told you the time and Yoongi’s empty spot in bed was growing colder. Coming to your senses, you heard talking downstairs and realized he was still there. Taking a deep breath and rubbing your face, you thought back to your dream and what it could possibly mean. It scared you when he disappeared and it made you realize that you didn’t want him to go, you were scared of him leaving. The thought had you feeling the effects of your morning sickness which was starting to take over.

“What are you doing up?” He asked in surprise as he came back into the bedroom.

You swallowed down the bile, threatening to erupt from your mouth and answered as steady as you could. “Do you expect me to still be asleep instead of seeing you off?”

“Well yeah,” Yoongi chuckled, but as he stared into your face, he could tell that something was wrong. “Are you okay? Are you feeling sick again?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine, probably still just a bit sleepy.”

Yoongi smiled and gave you kiss on the lips. “You don’t have to get up, you know.”

“But I want to.” You replied, holding onto his shirt. In actuality, you honestly didn’t want him to go. You didn’t want to go one day without seeing him, let alone weeks and didn’t know how you would manage but you kept it all hidden, not knowing how to tell him.

You slipped on a robe and followed Yoongi down the stairs and out of the front door. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin were all there, waiting by a large black suv. As his butler loaded in his suitcases, Yoongi said his final goodbye. You held him close, nesting your face in the crevice of his neck. It wasn’t long before he felt something wet and pulled away. He cupped your face with both hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. You could see the worry painted over his features but you put on a front and tried to smile behind your pain.

“I’ll miss you... so much.” You stated. This time, Yoongi kissed you more passionately, breaking away to smile.

“I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” You nodded, holding onto his wrists. “Just make sure you take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

The two of you hug one final time before you had to let him go, watching him walk away. You waved to Namjoon and Hoseok before they got into the car. Before he gotten in, Yoongi pulled Jimin to the side to speak with him briefly.

“Make sure everything is running smoothly while I’m away.”

“You don’t even have to worry.” Jimin stated in a joking manner. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“One more thing.”

“Shoot.”

“Y/n hasn’t been feeling well lately. Do me a favor and keep an eye on her for me; you’re the only one I trust.”

“Not a problem. You just make sure you go and come back in one piece.”

Yoongi nodded, glancing in your direction one last time before getting into the car. Jimin walked over and stood by your side as you both watched the vehicle leave the property before disappearing around the corner. Neither one of you said a word as the dark blue sky began to brighten in the early morning.

You had as much as this as you could take before you rushed inside to the nearest bathroom. The sudden act caught Jimin by surprise as he followed behind, only to find you huddled over a toilet, throwing up the contents of last night’s dinner.

He reached for a towel, wet it under cool water and placed it on the back of your neck. Although the towel did cool you down a bit, it did nothing to ease the morning sickness you were suffering from. He didn’t say a word as you slowly stood to your feet going to the sink to rinse your mouth. Jimin lightly guided you by your waist to the living room couch. Once there, he left to get you a glass of water. When he came back, he found you hunched over with your head resting in your hands.

“Here, drink this.” He offered the glass to you.

You sniffed, lifting your head and hand to take it. “Thanks.”

Jimin took a seat next to you, watching as you took a couple sips before sitting it down on the table. He studied your every move like he always does. He knew something was wrong but he wondered if you would tell him if he asked.

“How long have you been sick?”

“For a couple days now,” You mumbled before looking at him. “Why?”

Jimin shrugged. “No reason,” but there was a reason. “Are you usually sick in the mornings?”

“Sometimes.” You stated, holding Jimin’s gaze.

“I’m no doctor but it sounds like-“

“I know what it sounds like, Jimin, and I appreciate the concern but I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

“Okay,” He held his hands up in defeat but before he ended the conversation, he added one last thing. “I guess I should ask the child you’re carrying since its mother doesn’t want to talk.”

Your eyes went wide, never guessing Jimin would actually figure out that you were pregnant but you should have known better. He was smart and cunning and you had underestimated him. As he went to stand, you grabbed his arm, holding him in place. 

“Jimin, wait!” You panicked. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so snappy but please don’t tell Yoongi.”

He sat back down, closer this time to comfort you as you became visibly upset. “Why doesn’t he know?”

You sniff, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m going to tell him eventually. It’s just that...” you went silent as you tried to figure out a way to phrase it so that he understood.

“You know, Yoongi is pretty worried about you.” Jimin added.

“I know he is.” You mumbled, thinking back on just a moment ago. You could see it in his eyes that Yoongi was worried and didn’t want to leave you. It even showed in his movements as he dragged out his hugs and kisses. “I’ll tell him what’s going on but you have to promise me not to say anything.”

Jimin smiled. “We are friends, y/n. You don’t have to worry.”

A sudden call from Jimin’s phone interrupted you both as he answered. He listened closely and you tried to do the same but couldn’t make out what the other person on the line was saying. When he jumped up to leave, you quickly followed behind; suddenly not wanting to be left alone. He ended the call seconds later and your curiosity took over.

“What’s going on? Who was that?” You asked.

“Ujin... something’s come up and I’m afraid I have to go.”

“Is everything okay? Is it something with Yoongi?”

“No, he’s fine. It’s just something I have to take care of.”

“But!-“ you wanted him to stay but couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Sensing your hesitation, Jimin offered you a soft smile, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll be back later tonight to check on you before you go to bed.”

“Okay.”

You had no choice but to watch Jimin walk out of the front door, down the pathway, and get into his car. He drove off, watching your figure in the review mirror until he disappeared off the property. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you that one of Yoongi’s warehouses was just broken into. He was sure that Yoongi didn’t want you involved with his business and he also didn’t want to give you a reason to worry more.

The sight of Jimin’s car was replaced with another as a car pulled onto the property. You felt a sense of relief when his chef had gotten out and had met you at the door.

“What are you doing here? I thought you only came when Yoongi was here?” You questioned.

“I do but then I realized that you’re still here and must be starving,” he smiled. “How about breakfast?”

You followed him into the house and ended up chatting the morning away as the two of you ate before you showered and dressed for work.

~~~~~

Jimin had arrived to the warehouse, only to find it engulfed in flames. The sparks and other sounds from the fire, roared in the wind. Thick black cloud of smoke flowed into the air alerting anyone nearby, what was going on. Jimin had no choice but to call for the fire department. If he was lucky, maybe the damages weren’t as bad as it looked.

He stood by, leaning against his car as he watched countless firemen try to control the blaze. This didn’t look good. First the missing shipment and now the fire to his warehouse. Jimin figured that someone was targeting them, more specifically: Yoongi.

The first time they struck, they made sure he was distracted and away from the docks. The second time, they waited until Yoongi left town; almost as if they were watching him. Jimin’s eyebrows knitted into his forehead as he continued deeper into his thoughts. Could it be like before? Was the police after him again? And why?

Ujin ended his phone call and walked back over to Jimin, leaning in to whisper in his ear and out of earshot of others. “Master Jimin, I just gotten word that the fire started early this morning, perhaps around the exact time Min Yoongi boarded his jet. Apparently, he was supposed to see the smoke and land the plane.”

Jimin nodded. “Is there any kind of surveillance of the incident?”

“If it is, it went up in flames along with everything else inside.”

Jimin turned his focus back to burnt building, nothing but debris and light smoke remained in its wake. This was supposed to get Yoongi’s attention, why? What would have happened if he seen the fire, landed the plane, and investigated?

~

©2019 Silhouetted_Beauty

[wonderlandmind4]

Café Crema Chp. 5

Summary: The first time was an accident. The second time was coincidence. The third time is just unlucky. The fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. Otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee.

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: Language. Buckets of fluff. Alludes to Infinity War and the Snap as this takes place afterwards (so please, if you haven’t yet seen the movie, please do). Implied Smut…maybe…eventually. IW spoilers for this chapter

Words: 6.6k This is for @captain-ariel-barnes 4k writing challenge, which, congrats! This is my first ever writing challenge, with my first ever reader insert, so please let me know what you think. (gif not mine)

Fic Writing Challenge Prompt: “You Owe Me Dinner”

When Y/N wakes up a few days later, she’s nearly tempted to go right back to sleep. The temperature dropped during the night and she didn’t have her extra layer of the thick fuzzy blanket atop her duvet. She could feel the cold radiating off her bedroom window, and all she wanted to do was snuggle back up into the warmth of her bed.

She couldn’t though. Today was the day that YouTube Band and their demanding, prima-donna manager who finds it beneath her to organize events with lesser known therapy centers, were coming in. The band themselves seem to be super excited about it. It was just the horrible woman Y/N had been dealing with for the past few weeks that made her dread the day.

Forcing herself out of bed, Y/N got ready for the morning. She decided on a thicker pair of black pants, a cream colored long sleeve shirt, a quilted tan leather jacket with matching knee-high boots and a thick white scarf. She would be inside for the majority of the day, hoping to avoid the crisp weather despite how much she loves it sometimes.

Y/N arrived at the Center earlier than usual, making sure everything is set in stone before the band comes in. Colin is already there, usually when her sister has early work meetings, she brings him by. Y/N greets her nephew with a tight hug, signing and asking him if he wants to help her color a thank you card for the band. He nods excitedly.

After the card and coloring is finished, Colin spots Millie coming with her parents and heads off to see her with one of the other OT’s. Y/N takes this as her chance to find Elizabeth in her office, an orange crayon still in her hand. She knocks on her door frame, pulling the blonde-haired therapist’s attention away from her notes.

“I rode on Bucky’s motorcycle.” Y/N informs her as a greeting.

The OT quirks an eyebrow. “Is that a euphemism?” She deadpans. Y/N throws the crayon at Lizzie. She cackles when it bounces off her arm and lands on her desk.

“Why do I tell you things?” Y/N questions aloud.

“Because you seem to be incredibly infatuated with Bucky and you don’t know what to do with yourself.” Lizzie states, leaning back in her seat.

Y/N opens her mouth to deny it, but Lizzie beats her to it.

“Dave told me what happened that day. Don’t you think there’s something strange going on here?”

Oh something strange is going on alright, Y/N thinks happily, but she doesn’t voice it.

Lizzie continues. “Some mischievous version of fate messing with you both. I mean, it’s like you’re magnets or something being pulled towards each other. I’ve always been good at reading your face, Y/N. You like him.”

She’s about to deny it, but she can’t. Y/N sighs in defeat. “I think you’re right, Lizzie. Christ, that’s fucking terrifying.”

“Because he’s the former Winter Soldier, pardoned, now one of newest avengers, also dubbed White Wolf and has diplomatic immunity because of Wakanda?”

Y/N gives her a flat look. “Because I’ve never fallen for someone this quickly before. Somehow it feels…it almost feels like I’ve known him for months already.”

Her friend shrugs. “Sometimes it just happens like that. When you have a connection, you have a connection. I mean, you’re a grown woman, Y/N. It’s different to fall for someone quickly now, then it was when you were younger.”

Y/N remains silent, thinking it over. Sometimes people can just be enchanted by someone, and it can be so simple to just start a friendship; hell, even be blindsided by a spark of something more.

“Why did you ride his bike?” Lizzie questions after a minute of silence, pulling Y/N away from her thoughts.

“He said he was looking for someone to at look it.” She answers. “Which, he never answered my question about Tony Stark not looking at it or something. Anyway, I told him about my uncle’s shop, so we took an impromptu trip to Coney Island. We ate funnel cake and talked for a while. Then he brought me home and I-“

She clears her throat. “I kissed him on the cheek, said goodnight then practically ran inside.”

Laughing brightly, Lizzies says, “Y/N. That sounds like a date!”

“It was not.” Y/N disagrees vehemently.

The OT just shrugs, knowing she can’t convince her. “Well, did you finally get his number then?”

“No?” She asks confused.

Lizzie rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “I swear.” She mumbles amused.

Y/N chooses to change the subject then. “Anyway, I came here because I’m running to Ella’s, before the band arrives. Want anything?”

“I’m good.” She declines, tapping her travel mug. “That reminds me. The place providing lunch called to confirm again.”

“That’s three times.” Y/N shakes her head. “I’ll call them back, thanks.” She turns to go.

**

Arriving at the café, Y/N is relieved to find the line to be short. She’s only behind two people, glancing at the menu board as she waits. Her eyes light up when she sees the option for maple lattes, a sign that November has officially rolled around. She beams at Pete when it’s her turn to order, but he just glares at her.

“You tell Bucky I’m giving back his money.” He demands, pointing a nonthreatening finger at her. “A hundred bucks was too much.”

“Pete,” She chuckles, “it’s been like five days. He’s not going to take it back.”

“Well, maybe if you stopped distracting him, coffee wouldn’t haven been spilled and I wouldn’t be standing here trying to find ways to give it back to him.”

“Distracting?” She frowns.

“Yes, honey. Haven’t you seen the way the Sergeant looks at you?” Pete smirks, then pats her hand on the counter. “It’s the same way you look at him.”

Y/N is taken aback by his statement, and she can feel her cheeks warming up. “Please tell me what you’re talking about.”

“In all of your meet-cutes, each time ends with the both of you giving each other heart eyes.” Pete laughs softly. “It’s kinda adorable, actually. You’re both so smitten with each other. Coffee soul mates and all.”

“That’s not a thing Pete, and I have no idea what the hell you’re going on about.” She says.

Although her stomach has been filling with butterflies this whole time. She suddenly recalls her earlier conversation with Lizzie. She just didn’t know how obvious it was.

“He’s just…I just…shit.” She glares at him. “I hate you.”

Pete throws his head back, cackling. “I knew it!” He chirps gleefully. “You like him, Y/N.”

“I’ll have the maple latte, extra, extra large to help me deal with my irritating friends, please and thank you.”

He’s still laughing as he punches in her order.

“And the pumpkin French toast.” A saccharine smile on her lips.

Finally, he stops laughing and groans. “Dammit.”

“You said if I were to ask for them you’ll make them. I know just how much you love making them.”

“It’s a good thing you’re my best and favorite costumer.” He tells her fondly taking her card as payment.

Beaming at him, Y/N takes her card back and goes to sit at the same table she was at when Bucky crashed into her life. She clearly didn’t realize then how much they would see each other after, and how weeks later, they’re somewhat friends, and Y/N has developed a crush. She shakes her head at the memory and waits for her food.

Once she’s finished eating, she brings her plates to the counter, Pete scolding her for doing so. She bids him goodbye, grabbing her nearly empty cup of coffee and steps outside. For some reason, she can’t help the feeling of disappointment as the cold fall air greets her. 

Y/N is only several feet away from the café when she realizes why. She had been expecting to bump into someone, and that someone wasn’t there. Abruptly, her side purse is buzzing, so she pulls her phone out to answer.

“Hey Liz-“

“They canceled!”

Y/N stops in her track. “What?”

“They cancelled, Y/N! That prissy manager called and pulled out! Said the band was above doing performances they aren’t getting paid for.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Y/N spits into the phone. She isn’t directing it at Lizzie. “We are paying them! I’m so- oh my God, I’m so mad right now, what the fuck.”

“What the hell are we supposed to do? The kids are expecting entertainment today, they were so excited.”

“Of course she didn’t call me, she knew I’d lay it into her.” Y/N sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Y/N. What do you want me to tell the children?”

Dropping her hand away from her face, Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. “I don’t kn-”

She abruptly stops talking. Up ahead, halfway down the sidewalk, Y/N spots an all too familiar head of shaggy drown hair, and broad shoulders despite the black leather jacket. Her mind races, and it only takes 0.5 seconds for her to come up with an idea.

“Lizzie.” Y/N focuses her attention back on their conversation. “Don’t worry about it. I think I’ve got a solution.”

“What? Really!?”

“Tell everyone that the band couldn’t make it, they’re sick or something. But tell them I have a surprise instead. I hope I have a surprise. I’ll call you back.”

She hangs up, sticks her phone in her pocket, and starts brusquely walking back towards the café with determine, confident steps. Y/N downs most of her coffee only leaving a little at the end; four times of spilled liquid being enough to last her a lifetime. 

She hopes this works, and she hopes her plan will go her way. Y/N is able to sneak behind a small group of women, and just as they pass the shop, she side-steps them, and knocks straight into a solid, vibranium made arm.

The purposeful impact causes her cup to tumble from her hand, and she makes no effort to stop it. Bucky however, reacts quicker this time, as if he was also expecting for this to happen again. His left hand shoots out so fast, Y/N can barely spot it. He catches the drink and his fingertips break through the thin material of the cup.

Bucky looks as if he’s about to be horrified again, embarrassed almost. Except when he realizes only a few drops of coffee are dripping to the ground, he tilts his head in bemusement. Y/N was rather impressed by his reflexes this time around, and she has to hide her amusement by rubbing her lips together. Bucky glances up at her, offering her a sheepish smile.

“Impressive.” Y/N quips. “How come you couldn’t do that the last two times?”

Bucky fish mouths for a few moments, it’s endearing. He seems to snap back to it and smirks. “Been adding coffee spilling prevention to my workout routine.”

The response makes her laugh. “Committed to your work, are you?”

“Absolutely.” His smirk evens out into a full smile. “What are you doing here at this time? Don’t you have that event today?”

“Actually, that’s why I’m here. I was wondering, if you aren’t busy or anything.” She bites her lips nervously for a moment, noticing the way Bucky’s eyes light up. 

“That band I was telling you about, apparently their manager just decided to cancel the last minute and now they aren’t showing up. Which means there’s no entertainment for the kids today. Which sucks because they’re expecting a fun day, and I just really hate to disappoint them.”

Bucky reaches forward, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. “Y/N, take a breath, darlin’.”

“Right, sorry.” She grins shyly.

He returns it and she takes a deep breath. Satisfied, Bucky drops his hands away.

“Right. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor? I was thinking, maybe having some superheroes come by instead? You, I’m asking if you can fill in for that band?”

Her eyes slip past Bucky’s shoulder. Steve has been standing there the whole time, arms crossed in a relaxed pose. His eyes are dancing with amusement and there’s a ghost of a smirk on his lips. His blue eyes shift between her and Bucky.

“Um, you too, Captain. If that’s alright?” Y/N shifts her gaze back to Bucky. “I mean, if you aren’t busy saving the world and all.”

Chuckling, Bucky says, “There’s not a pressing need for it at the moment, I don’t think.” He pauses for just a moment. “I’d love too, Y/N. I mean, we would- yes.”

Y/N feels her heart swell, and she swears it’s because he agreed and not because of the way his eyes reflect off the sunlight. Her bites her bottom lip, attempting to keep her smile tampered down, but it beats out. She beams at him, her mouth spread so widely her cheeks ache.

“Really!?” She confirms excitedly.

Bucky nods, opening his mouth to speak, but Y/N launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He releases a soft grunt of air, catching her around the waist, the coffee cup falling to the ground. The all too familiar, comforting smell of leather and forest fills her nose, and Y/N realizes belatedly that she just fully crossed the line of personal space.

But then she’s thinking back to the few nights ago, when she pressed her chin to his shoulder, and when he caged her against his motorcycle at Coney Island. 

Before she can get lost in the rhythm of his heartbeat against his chest, Y/N slowly pulls away. She doesn’t miss the way Bucky’s fingers linger and graze her sides though, and she needs to snap back into work mode before she can think too hard on it.

“Thank you!” She squeals, pulling out her phone again. “Seriously, you’re saving the day.”

“Glad I can help.” Bucky smiles, his cheeks looking a little darker in color. He pushes his hair behind his ear. “Is there a time you want us there?”

Y/N glances at her phone. “It’s almost nine now, so around 11? You can have coffee or breakfast. It’ll be for maybe two hours as well if that’s okay. We’re providing lunch too.”

“We’ll be there.”

“Great!” Y/N bends down to pick up the cup from the ground. “It’s six blocks from here, right on 15th and 7th.” Her phone begins to ring, and she shoots Bucky an apologetic look. “I have to run though, but I’ll see you in soon?”

“Wait.” Bucky takes a step forward to grab her hand before she can leave. “What if we get lost or something? Can I have your number just in case?”

Y/N moves her gaze briefly again. Steve Rogers just snorted behind his friend’s back, his head dropped back and staring up at the sky. His reaction makes her curiosity spark, but she ignores it in favor of smiling at Bucky.

“Yeah,” Y/N answers almost breathlessly. She mentally scolds herself; his touch and his question and his incredible cobalt eyes are affecting her. “Yeah. Here, give me your phone.”

He releases her to pull out his phone and unlocks it. Y/N takes it, her fingers grazing his as she does so. She quickly adds her number to his contacts, choosing the coffee mug emoji to put next to her name and sending a text to herself. She smirks when she hands him the phone, Bucky laughing under his breath.

“I really have to go though,” She tells him, beginning to back away. “Prepare things, and uh- I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, Y/N.” Bucky agrees, a rather soft tone to his voice. “See you soon.”

She waves at him. Abruptly she remembers Captain Rogers there as well, aware of her surroundings more now that Bucky’s scent isn’t clouding her head. She smiles awkwardly, then heads down the street. When Y/N is about to turn the corner, she glances back, sees Steve laughing with his hand on his stomach and Bucky punching his arm.

**

“Holy shit, Y/N, you’re amazing.” Dave whispers excitedly at her. “We’ve never had an Avenger come in before. How did you manage that?”

Y/N makes sure the little kitchen area they have is set up correctly. As she’s handing Dave a food receipt she answers.

“Helps when you literally run into one of them.”

“Oh my god,” Lizzie giggles from the doorway, catching their attention. “That’s what you did?”

“What, what did she do?” Dave questions, looking annoyed that he’s left out of the loop.

Clearing her throat, Y/N informs him. “I may have run into him. On purpose. With my coffee.”

“You’re going to give that man an ulcer from all the stress you cause him.” He shakes his head.

“This is, what-” Lizzie starts, “the fifth time now? Did you at least get his number this time? Or a real date?”

Y/N ignores them both as her phone vibrates. She pulls it out of her pant pocket, a spark of excitement igniting in her stomach. Instead of answering, she shows them both the screen.

“Now, if you are quite finished.” Y/N rolls her eyes fondly, “I’m going to greet them, and bring them up. Everyone’s ready?”

“Yup.” Lizzie nods, a proud smile on her face. “Go get your man.”

“I’ll hide any and all coffee.” Dave pipes in.

“If we weren’t surrounded by children, I’d say something rude to the both of you.”

**

As Y/N steps out of the elevator onto the main lobby floor, free of her leather jacket and scarf, she spots Bucky instantly. Next to him is Steve, dressed in his Captain America uniform, or rather, an older version. She holds back her chuckle, stopping by the front desk to allow them access and give them guest passes.

“Hi again.” Y/N greets brightly, stepping directly in front of Bucky.

He isn’t wearing that navy blue vest that he usually does in battle, but he did change from his casual gray shirt from two hours ago into a dark blue button up. It makes his already enthralling eyes pop vividly against the color. He’s kept his chestnut hair out of the bun, but tucked behind his ears.

“Hi.” He chirps back, a nervous tilt to his smile.

“I just want to thank you again for agreeing to this. Honestly, this means so- oh. Hello.”

Y/N stops mid-sentence, because suddenly several other Avengers walk through the doors. She can’t help her mouth from dropping in surprise. She glances at Bucky and Steve, then back at the others. Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Spider-Man in his full suit since his identity is still secret, and Sam Wilson.

“Bucky?” She questions softly, “What-“

“I called them.” He interrupts her gently. “I figured the children might enjoy the day even more than just with a couple of 100-year-old men.”

Warmth begins to seep into her veins, and Y/N knows it has nothing to do with the heaters inside the building. The cheek aching smile is back, minutely shaking her head because she can’t really handle how thoughtful Bucky was. She only asked him and Steve, a last minute thing, and here he was, calling in his friends as well. Their little moment of just staring at each other is broken when a rich dark hand nearly shoves Bucky aside.

“Sam Wilson.” Sam introduces himself, a genuine smile on his lips but a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Nice to finally put a face to the name.”

Bucky winces, then quickly turns to introduce Y/N to everyone else. She shakes their hands, greeting them all brightly, then grabs extra passes. After Y/N hands them all out, she escorts them to the elevators. Before she presses the button to call the elevator to bring them up, she turns to give them the run down.

“First,” Y/N commences, “There’s about twenty-five children today. They’re all super cute and sweet and they have no idea you all are here, so thank you again for coming. It means a lot to us. Second,”

Y/N points to Bucky. “If they ask you to show them how to take your arm off, feel free to tell them no.”

A laugh startles out of Bucky’s mouth, the rest chuckling as well. “I’m assuming that’s not the first time they’ve asked someone?”

“They ask Lizzie, and Kristen, two of our Occupational Therapists, to show them all how to do it. They always try to trade their own prosthetic’s, but as they’re each individual and uniquely fitting, you can see the problem.”

“Tell them no, got it.” Bucky agrees, still laughing.

Y/N moves on to Wanda. “If they ask you to make them float in the air, say no.” To Spider-Man she says, “same if they ask you to web them to the ceiling so they’re hanging upside down.” To Steve –“ If they want you to bounce them on your shield-“

“Say no.” Steve answers for her.

“Basically, anything you think a child wants to do that’s even remotely a bad idea or dangerous, say no.”

“So, no darts then?” Clint pipes up sarcastically.

“Unfortunately, their throwing skills aren’t up to par to the great Hawkeye, so no.”

“I like her.” He whispers to Bucky, who just elbows him in the ribs with is left arm. Clint winces then glares at him.

Y/N shoots Bucky a triumphant look. “We have some activities set up, coloring and puzzles, that sort of thing. But this is just mainly a hangout session. Most of these kids are here every day, and the therapy can get grueling on them, so we like to give them something that’s fun and makes them happy. They all love you, by the way, so I hope this will make their day.”

Finally, Y/N hits the button and the doors to the elevator ding. She allows them to board first, following after Bucky. As the doors slide shut, she subtly taps the back of his hand, his skin warm and smooth. They share a quick look, Y/N mouthing thank you once more. Bucky’s fingers graze over her knuckles briefly, before pulling back and disconnecting their contact.

Anytime, He mouths backs.

**

The surprise goes over much more enthusiastically than they all expected. Each kid is ecstatic, all taking turns and hugging each Avengers several times. Once the hugging and the loud chirps of names calm down, a few of the kids begin to take each different hero’s hands and tugs them to a corner or table to the center.

Bucky lingers behind Y/N. He looks a little apprehensive around the kids, as if he isn’t quite sure what to do exactly. She proves herself right when Bucky leans closer to her.

“I haven’t really done this before.” He confesses in a whisper. “What if they don’t like what they see? What if they don’t like me at all?”

“Impossible.” Y/N says way too quickly. She catches herself too late, and clears her throat, ignoring the heat in her cheeks. “They love you, Bucky, honestly. A superhero who helps save people, who helps save the world, who also shares something that is apart of them?” She glances at his bionic arm, half on display of dark blue and lines of gold with his sleeve rolled up to his elbow.

“You think so?” He asks, like he needs reassurance.

Y/N nods her head to a different part of the room. “I do, Just Bucky. See?”

His gaze follows hers. An older girl, Maliyah who is eight, is shyly waving at Bucky. She’s one of their newer kids to the center, sitting in a wheelchair as she is only just beginning to learn how to walk again with her new prosthetic right leg.

Bucky shoots Y/N an inquiry glance, and she nods encouragingly. Bucky walks over to Maliyah, meeting her half ways as she was coming over to them. She gestures to the wheels of her chair, showing him blue and gold design of the wheels, modeled exactly in the pattern as his arm.

Y/N stands there for a few minutes, watching the interactions. None of the children seem disappointed that the band didn’t show up, and she’s just glad that she was able to bring other people in to make their day. The smiles and giggles of the kids in the center reminds her of just how much she loves her job.

Unfortunately, she still has emails to answer and phone calls to make, so Y/N is in and out of her office for the next hour. Between phone calls for future events, including the upcoming holidays and fundraisers, she leans against her door frame to view the Avengers entertaining the kids.

Wanda is twirling her fingers, showing off some of her powers as she lifts crayons and markers into the air. Some of the younger children clap, and a few of the older boys stare in awe at her. One little girl is attempting to braid Wanda’s hair, and bless her soul, the Avenger sits there patiently.

Sam is making a group of older kids laugh hysterically as he retells a story of him flying through the air. Apparently, he had taken flight and some how forgot it was Fourth of July and was dodging fireworks all night. He’s animated in his storytelling, and with permission from Lizzie, picks up one of girls and zooms her around to demonstrate.

A light tinging noise pulls Y/N from looking at Sam to the other corner of the room. Captain America’s new shield is sitting on one of the coloring tables, and Steve is just allowing one of the youngest kids to tap out a beat with his prosthetic hands. Steve smiles over the boy once and a while, then he goes back to drawing pictures with the four other kids surrounding him.

Clint has found Colin, and they are sitting quietly in the corner playing with Legos. Every once and a while, Colin will take pieces from Clint’s pile and throws them a few inches, giggling every time Clint dramatically crawls over to get them. They make a game out of it, and he even surprises her when he signs to her nephew.

Spider-Man has a group of girls and boys, all asking him questions. They range from how he can stick to walls, to if he can control spiders like Ant-Man can control ants. He shows off to the kids by flipping backwards and they all clap giddly and laughing.

Y/N moves her gaze around the room until she spots Bucky. Millie has attached herself to his side, marveling over their shared left arms. Maliyah is still next to him, holding a smaller boy, Jacob, in her lap. He allows both Jacob and Millie to play with his arm, curling his fingers and tracing along the lines of gold. Maliyah, who is extremely bright for her age, seems to be asking Bucky about the scientific making part of his arm, and he seem just as intrigued to answer her the best he can.

“This is amazing.”

Dave’s voice pulls Y/N from her thoughts, ripping her eyes away from Bucky. She has no idea how long she had been staring at him for, but the look on Dave’s face says it was a while. She nods in agreements.

“Careful, Y/N.” He jokes quietly. “Your fond is showing.”

“Hush.” She hisses at him, elbowing his side. “This is strictly for the children.”

He goes to respond, when the phone rings in her office. Y/N sighs tiredly, beckoning behind her. Dave nods his head in understanding as she goes back to work.

**

There are times when Y/N wonders how she has so much patience when it comes to seemingly heartless people. She’s been on the phone for the past hour now with a big sponsor of Loving Arms. She listens to their rambling, her leg bouncing rapidly, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. Her stomach is churning, and it’s beginning to make her patience ware thin.

“I just don’t understand why your company has abruptly decided to drop our Center.” Y/N repeats for the tenth time. Her voice is harder, colder at this point. “You’ve been a sponsor for us for years, and suddenly we’re too small a scale for you?”

“We’re sorry.” The man Y/N has been speaking with doesn’t sound apologetic at all. “There just isn’t enough publicity.”

“Alright, so tell me. How am I supposed to let these children and their families know that they can no longer afford therapy sessions and prosthetics because you decided to give up on them? That you dropped us because, what, we aren’t good enough? Sorry, we only care if your facility is rich because that’s the only way we’ll even remotely associate you with us. You guys are doing a stand-up job there.”

“Well, unfortunately, Ms. Y/L/N, that isn’t our problem. That’s yours and your Loving Arms-“

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Y/N snaps, a fierce protectiveness washing over her. “You do not have the right to drop us, pulling your sponsorship away, then bad mouth my Center. We care about our patients here, and we don’t heartlessly hound them for every last one of their pennies. Thank you for your business, but I think we’ll be fine without you now. Have a lovely day.”

Y/N hangs up the phone rather harshly, smacking it back down on the receiver. She leans back in her chair, dropping her head back and growling at the ceiling. A soft knock on her doorframe snaps her head forward again.

Bucky is standing there, holding a plate of food as an offering. There’s a slight look of guilt on his face as he walks in.

“Brought you some food because Dave said you’ve been cooped in here for an hour.” Bucky explains, setting the plate down on her desk. “I was wondering where you were.”

“How much did you hear?” Y/N sighs deeply.

“Enough to know that people suck?” He shrugs offering her a sympathetic grin.

She chuckles and he takes that as his cue to enter her office. He hands her the plate of food, but as his arm moves closer to her desk, she makes a point of moving her empty coffee mug to the opposite side. Bucky glares playfully at her before his mouth morphs into a smirk as he sits in the chair across from her.

“I got you everything because I didn’t know what you liked.” He explains, pointing to the array of chicken nuggets, fruit, a wrap and a sandwich.

“Thanks, Bucky.” Y/N smiles appreciatively at him, popping a grape into her mouth. “How’s it going, Mr. Popular?”

Bucky chuckles softly, and the noise makes her heart flutter a little in her chest. He pushes back his long hair with his hands, his eyes lighting as he just stares at Y/N for a few moments.

“You were right.” He answers quietly. “They seem to love me.”

“You’re an inspiration to them.” She tells him truthfully. Bucky scrunches his nose. “Do you not believe that?”

That same look appears in his eyes again, the same one that she noticed when he returned her shirt. The one he had when he invaded her personal space and caged her between his arms against his motorcycle. The one that makes her heart beat just a little bit faster.

“I do when you say it.” Bucky whispers, suddenly twisting his fingers together. “Because I think that’s what you see in me.”

Confidence seems to take over Y/N, because her response is something more of a confession. “I see a lot more in you, Bucky.”

He blinks in surprise. “Y/N-“

She doesn’t get to know what he was going to say, because the phone rings. Y/N has to tear her gaze away from Bucky, something much harder to do, and glances at the ID. She rubs at her temples with her fingertips, shooting him an apologetic look.

“I have to answer this.” She winces, already dreading talking to those sponsors yet again.

Standing, Bucky nods. “Good luck, I’ll try catching you later?” He asks, hopeful.

Y/N nods, smiling brightly at him before picking up the phone.

**

Needing another round of coffee after that second phone call, Y/N make her way to the kitchen. What she sees in the activity room halts her in her tracks. She hides herself half behind the wall, leaning against the frame.

Bucky is kneeling so he’s on a closer level to Colin. Her nephew is pointing at his arm as he tries to speak, but can’t form the words properly. Colin begins signing quickly in his excitement. To her amazement, Bucky smiles brightly and signs back to him. Colin makes a happy, enthusiastic sound, throwing his hands in the air.

The little boy proceeds to grab Bucky’s hand, allowing Colin to play with his arm as Bucky gently pokes at his cheek, making the boy laugh loudly. Y/N watches on fondly, that damn warm feeling coming back and spreading throughout her body. When Bucky looks up for a moment he meets her gaze, and he’s calm and bright and any reservations are long gone now. 

It makes her heart flutter. She bites her lip to contain how big her smile is, and Bucky blinks, then looks away, a light tint to his cheeks. Y/N turns away, leaving them to have their cute little time together.

**

Y/N sighs as she gets off the phone once more, proud at herself for not yelling at the band’s manager, but also happy that she was able to put her in her place with sharp words, and that they will no longer be reaching out in the future. When Y/N leaves her office, the center is missing several super heroes, and one in particular.

“Where’d Bucky go?” She inquires aloud.

“They left remember?” Dave answers, holding a trash bag. “You were on the phone when they were saying goodbye?”

She vaguely remembers someone stopping by her office, but then leaving when she was in the middle of talking. Y/N hurriedly makes her way downstairs, hoping she can catch him. When the elevator doors slip open, Bucky is already out the door. Y/N quickens her pace, catching the door before it closes and nearly stumbles outside. Thankfully, he isn’t far at all, so she leans forward to catch his left hand.

“Bucky, wait.”

He turns, eyes wide in surprise, but a smile on his lips. Steve motions the rest of them will be waiting and continues walking. Y/N releases his hand, waving goodbye at the rest of the Avengers.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Bucky begins with a small shrug. “I was looking for you, but you were on the phone. We got called for an urgent mission.”

“Oh, I won’t keep you them.” Y/N says lightly, about to go back inside.

“No,” He shakes his head quickly, stepping closer. “I wanted to say goodbye to you.”

She ignores the anxious flutter of wings in her stomach. “I just really wanted to thank you again. For agreeing to come in the first place, and you didn’t have to call anyone else, but you did. You made them all so happy, Bucky. Thank you.”

“I was happy to do it.” Bucky tells her, “and if you ever want me- us- to come again, we would in a heartbeat.”

“I appreciate that.” She expresses honestly, smiling. “They really did love you, I hope you know that.”

“Thanks.” Bucky chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re all amazing kids. Colin’s your nephew, right?”

“They really are.” She agrees wholeheartedly. “And yes, he’s the light of my life, that one. Well, I’ll let you go hero it away then. Thanks again.”

“Anytime, Y/N, really.”

She nods. “Well, you have my number now, so, y’know. Warn me when you want to meet up and spill my coffee again.”

“I promise I’ll warn you ahead of time.” He laughs. “Have a good day.”

“Have a good mission.”

They linger for just another moment, then she waves because apparently she can’t stop, and turns back to go inside. Except, the shy expression on Bucky’s face just now, and the genuine, good heartedness of the man standing before her reminds her of everything she’s been feeling lately. 

It’s slow, but it’s there. It sparked on the day they met, and it’s been burning like embers. It’s growing, and as Y/N has told him before, sitting on that bench sharing a funnel cake, she’s not going to hold back. She gains confidence and spins around.

“Actually.” Y/N pipes up. Bucky turns around as well walking towards her. “That reminds me.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows in question, waiting for her to elaborate further.

“It’s been like, five times and like twenty coffees at this point, spilled in various ways and the majority of it on me.” Y/N pauses. “I think you should make it up to me.”

Bucky goes from looking slightly guilty, to bemused in two seconds. He opens his mouth to speak, but she beats him to it.

“You owe me dinner.” Y/N states lightly, but with confidence she is faking because she’s nervous as hell.

He frowns, looking like he’s trying to comprehend what she just said. It only takes a few moments for realization to dawn on his face. A slow smile stretches across his full, pink lips, crinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes.

“Come again?” He asks, but there’s mirth dancing in the water that makes up the color of his eyes.

She bites her lip briefly before letting it go. “I think you owe me dinner.”

Then, Bucky laughs, a softy breathy little noise. “I think you’re right, Y/N.” He steps closer to her. “That, I would love to do.” Suddenly, his face falls. “I can’t tonight though.”

“I know,” Y/N nods in understanding. “Avenging and stuff. I get it. No rush. Just, let me know when.”

She waves once more, and attempts to leave again, but fingers wrap around her bicep. His grip carefully pulls and spins her back around.

“7:30.”

“What?”

“Tomorrow. 7:30. Is that alright?” Bucky inquires nervously.

Y/N beams at him, her heart rate speeding up. “Yeah.”

“Good. It’s a date.” He smiles, then reluctantly let’s go of her arm. “I really should be going now.”

“Is…” Y/N starts, “is it dangerous?”

Bucky scrunches his nose. “Might be, we don’t know for sure yet.”

She frowns fleetingly, concern flooding her chest. Y/N raises her hand to touch his chest. She realizes her little move, then quickly removes her hand in favor of grabbing his left one. She squeezes his fingers, the cool, smooth vibranium reminding her that he’s more than capable of taking care of himself. It doesn’t stop her next words though.

“Be careful.” She tells him quietly. Her eyes locked on his to convey how serious she feels about it.

Bucky comes closer, lifting his right hand. His fingertips graze along her cheekbone, before tracing the length of her jaw, sending a thrill of goosebumps scattering across her skin. His gaze drops to her mouth for a second, before snapping back up.

“I will, Y/N.” He promises, offering her a private smile.

Altogether, Bucky ceases contact, dropping his hands and stepping away. He waves once, then turns and follows Steve who had been waiting for him. Y/N catches the smug, yet proud expression on the Captain’s face as he wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulders.

A cold breeze picks up right at the moment, and Y/N ran outside without her jacket or scarf on. However, she doesn’t feel the bite of the weather, just the blooming touch of heat leftover by Bucky.

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Hey, what up friends of this blog. If you were expecting Mod Ouma, But Ironically (Mod Tojo) to answer an ask, I deeply apologize because that’s not what this post is about… HOWEVER. I would like to pay special attention to a few characters we’ve missed out on for birthday bashes. I was waiting until Rantaro’s birthday to go ahead and compile the birthday bashes we’ve previously missed out on. I had no intention of JUST doing Korekiyo, Ryoma, and Kirumi (Everyone deserves the love the killing game didn’t give them). I’m gonna go as far back as Angie Yonaga, Kokichi Ouma, Tsumugi Shirogane, Shuuichi Saihara, and finally our boi who’s birthday is today! Rantaro Amami! No one placed these asks in our boxes, so technically we aren’t obligated to write for them? But, I like being fair, and those poor kids deserve more.

So without further ado. Have a VERY LONG POST.

Angie Yonaga You weren’t exactly sure what to get Angie, which is a little more complex than you thought it should have been. She found a lot of gifts from you pleasing through the eyes of Atua. New art brushes? Atua thanks you for the offering of tools to further Angie’s craft for His eyes. Cute hair pin? Atua says that s/o is kind to bring forth ornaments to decorate Angie’s hair~ Once you tried to make her dinner, but that didn’t work out too well… Atua said it sucked and you ended up ordering out instead. Atua was right on that one, pizza was much better than eating burned meatloaf… You didn’t want to separate Angie from her religious views, but you honestly wanted to hear what she had to say for once. Even though you’ve been dating for so long, was it possible to hear just her thoughts on something? Especially since today was her birthday. That’s when you started to formulate your plan… Angie had just finished leading a prayer, when you stopped her just before she could go off. “Hey Angie, y'know what today is right?~” You asked in a sing-songy voice. The artist closed her eyes -probably asking Atua- before humming out the answer. “Atua says… Today is the day we celebrate a devout follower!~” “That’s right! And I got you som-” “S/o finally wants to donate blood for sacrifice!” A twinge of panic caused your heart to leap. Not that you didn’t wanna appease her wishes in donating…it’s just that you already agreed to do that nearly four times this month…any more blood and you’d end up in the hospital… “Maybe…next month…or three. Actually, it’s your birthday~ And I got you something! I think you’re going to really love it this time, Angie!” “Ah, but Angie already loves everything you offer. As s/o’s kind heart is pleasing in Atua’s eyes. He sees you and loves how you treat his dear children.” Perhaps…Angie really does appreciate everything you do behind her religious veil…if this is the best she could do to admit her feelings then you’d just have to accept it. You’d love her either way… You pulled your gift to her out of the bag anyway and she squealed. “It’s an avocado!~ Thanks!~ The gracious avocado is a blessing that Atua sends to Angie’s island as a gift for our devotion to Him! However…Angie thinks the best gift she has received from Atua…is you, s/o.” You blush at her comment before muttering, “do you think you can ask Atua if I can kiss you?” Angie pretended to think for a moment before cheerfully giggling, “Atua grants you permission~”

Kokichi Ouma It was never a quiet day at the Ouma household. Your boyfriend was as childish as he was in high school, always the jokester and prankster. Still cuter than a button, and a huge tantrum throwing crybaby at times, but that’s what made him special. Who cares if he’d grow to be a man-child? He was loving and cared for you like no other. That’s why you reserved all your rest for his special day. Each year since you’d known him he’d been a guy to go all out- But… When you woke up this morning…it was quiet. You immediately thought he just got a super early start and wasn’t here, but you found him in the kitchen making a breakfast. It was a tad cleaner than when he normally cooked but- “Okay, who are you and where’s my energetic boyfriend?” He turned to you with that infamous devilish grin of his accompanied with his ‘evil laugh’. “Nishishishishi~ Good morning s/o~ I decided this year I’d shake things up for my birthday~” What. This was automatically suspicious. What was this dork planning? “Awww, don’t you trust me, s/o?” No Well, of course. But if Kokichi made an unexpected change, something very bizarre was going to happen…you’d just have to keep a close eye on him for the day. Unfortunately…you were left with nothing. Your boyfriend was completely unreadable all throughout the day. You spent a whole day with him, indulging in activities you wanted to do??? Was it like some April Fool’s Day prank he was pulling?! But it isn’t April… maybe he’s got something really strange planned up ahead…better brace yourself. Yet nothing happened. It was actually well into the evening and the two of you were having dinner at a restaurant the two of you would frequent on really special date nights. Okay, seriously what is going on?! “Kokichi…are you alright? We spent your entire birthday doing things I liked to do? Did you do something I need to know about?!” That same smirk he gave you this morning reappeared, but it was softer…and very loving… “You’ve been so suspicious of me today, s/o,” he whined, “don’t you trust me?~” This time you vocalized your answer, “yes… I trust you, Kokichi. Please tell me why you’re doing this?” “Well, since you’re so nosy today~ I guess I should spill, huh?” For a moment you thought he blushed, but whatever it was, it immediately disappeared. “You’ve trusted me this long. I guess I should start acting like I like it or something. Every year you’re always making my birthday memorable, so I thought I’d be selfish and make this next memory one I create for us~” You didn’t have the slightest clue of what he was talking about until he pulled out a small box from his pocket and kneeled down at your side.

Tsumugi Shirogane Plain. That was the single thing your girlfriend asked from you on this day. She wanted the day to be a reflection of who she was. Plain. No surprises. No cake, unless it made a specific cameo from her favorite anime episode. And definitely no parties. Definitely no. She just wanted to cuddle her human dakimura and watch some of her favorite classics. Even though Sailor Moon was typically for normies, she was glad the remakes were staying true to the classic. You decided you would obey her demands…for now…and cuddle your otaku til her heart’s content. Eventually, noon rolled around and you had started to get hungry. Offering her lunch was pointless when she was fully immersed in whatever you two had been watching (Sailor Moon had to go when a new episode of her fave was on), so you took it upon yourself to make her something cutesy. While you were cutting up vegetables to put on her side, you checked your cell phone really quick before returning to your otaku. You thought you heard her mumble something, but you figured it was about the show, and started your at lunch. Just as the next episode began, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” even though it was pointless to announce when she wasn’t paying any mind.

Tsumugi had finished her lunch a while ago, but her focus was on this crucial exchange between the protagonist and the antagonist. It would determine whether a successful escape would be possible for the protagonist and the future of anyone else who received this fate, or if the antagonist would have the advantage and would continue their plot even after death. She figured it would be a pretty cool reference for her next cosplay. Maybe she should discuss this matter with someone who had appreciated her– Oh? But… where had you gone off to. Tsumugi paused the episode, worried that she had lost your interest by being to delved into her favorite show. Even though it was her birthday…she should have considered your feelings too. Deciding she’d apologize, the cosplayer picked up her plate and placed it in the kitchen, before searching the house for you. “S/o? I-I’m sorry I got lost in the show again… Ill do my best to give you more attention if that’s what you- Oh?” Had she somehow reentered the fictional reality she just left? Blinking repeatedly, she made sure she was awake, but nothing had changed. You stood before her, dressed as her favorite character, but not only that, you turned your shared bedroom into the world the character came from. It was nearly perfect, almost as if she had done the work herself. “I know you said you didn’t want a surprise, but I just wanted to do something special for my not-so-plain girlfriend. I had a speech prepared, but I think I’ll wait to deliver it when I’m not in character.” Her heart is completely overwhelmed at the work you put into impressing her. You’re almost worried she might faint, so you embrace her gently, steadying her balance. “Th-thank you… For not only taking the time for putting this together… making my belief that cosplay is an expression of love real.”

Shuuichi Saihara Today is my birthday. Shuuichi thought to himself. A few years ago if he said that to himself, he’d have mixed feelings about it. He didn’t really like big social gatherings and only kept the celebratory matters amongst his family members. And even then, he insisted they kept everything on a low profile. That is…until he met you. You were very exciting, and persistent. You always helped him out of his shell every now and then, allowing him to comfortably be able to celebrate this renewed day knowing love and care. He couldn’t wait until he found out what you had in store to- He turned over to see your side of the bed very much empty. It wasn’t even like warm, meaning you had been absent for some time. Curious of the situation, Shuuichi climbed out of bed and began to investigate. And investigate was definitely something he was going to have to do today. He smiled at the sticky note on his door, a symbol scribbled on its surface. So this is what he had in store today. After getting dressed, Shuuichi had accumulated nearly twelve sticky notes all of which had some kind of symbol scrawled on it. But he was at a dead end when he collected all of the notes. This can’t be right, none of these sheets have words on them. Shuuichi closely examined each of the notes splayed across the table, then he examined the area once more before his eyes rested on an out of place book. It looked like it had been recently removed from the shelf as the other books were more settled. Shuuichi removed the book finding his guess to be accurate when he discovered a sticky note with a smiley face tacked on the first page. It was a book of codes, you’d bought him for his previous birthday. He didn’t want to spoil himself as to what could be in store next…but he was practically bouncing in his shoes with excitement at his guesses. Turns out he was right! You had used previous gifts to give him clues as to where you could be hiding…all leading up to the final destination. Shuuichi saw you patiently waiting underneath a gazebo in a local park…the scene had looked vaguely familiar to him… but he couldn’t recall why… After your normal greeting, Shuuichi followed your movements carefully, trying to note what was it about this place that was ringing so many bells at once?! “Would it be too much trouble to ask you out on a tea date next time? I could perhaps bring my novels and we could talk about our favorite characters.” Almost on instinct, Shuuichi replied, “that wouldn’t be any trouble at all. If it’s with you, I would-” Oh. My. Gosh. You were recreating the moment when the two of you first met! “I see the light bulbs going off Mr. Detective, have you finally solved the case?” “I think so. I think the culprit is definitely you this time. The crime you’re being charged with……stealing my heart.” He’d have to look up some better pick up lines next time! He was not prepared at all, but at least you blushed. Maybe even-…even after all these years you still took his breath whenever you kissed him.

Rantaro Amami “S/o!~ Rise and shine (ursine…//shot).” You grumbled in response to the cheery voice, turning over to put your pillow over your head. “Come on, s/o, you promised.” You could almost hear the pout he was doing. Rantaro was easy to understand in these moments… But it is his birthday today, so it was understandable. And, honestly, you were looking forward to it. Heck you were really excited to celebrate with him……but this year he had a little something daring saved up for this afternoon. And that thing was rock climbing. We aren’t talking about your basic run of the mill indoor plastic walls with artificial hand and foot holds. No, we are talking a real terrain. A real terrain with steep cliffs. A real terrain with natural sharp rocks. That kind of extreme rock climbing that only your boyfriend would suggest. You trusted he would make it safe for you since your skill was no where near his, but you still had your doubts. The bed sunk as you felt an extra weight approach you. He was getting persistent. You mentally sighed; it wasn’t fair for you to lie in bed and make him go by himself…especially on his birthday… “Okay, okay… I’ll do it for the birthday boy.” You mumbled in your half-sleep state. Whatever he was planning, stopped and he immediately retreated. “Great, I’ll see you at the rendezvous then?” Wait?! We’re leaving now?!? “By that I mean breakfast~” he chuckled and headed out of the room, leaving you to reluctantly get ready.

“Rantaro…are you sure you want to do this today? Have you checked the weather? Do we have enough supplies? What if we get lost and our phones die? Or they lose signal?” Your worried state didn’t phase your lover as he winked to you and passed a slice of cake to you. “It’s early, but consider it our last meal together.” He stated gravely, holding back a laugh. “Rantaro, that’s not funny! I’m being serious!” Your green haired lover froze at the graveness of your tone. It was silent for a moment before he turned back to the counter and moved the entire cake to the center of the table. You weren’t sure what he was up to, and became even more confused when he returned to the table with some candles and a lighter. He offered you some of the candles and you begrudgingly assisted him. Once he lit each candle, he gave you a small smile, then closed his eyes and blew out the candles. “Hopefully, that will keep us safe and not make you worry any more.” Huh? “What are you talking about? What did you wish for?” “If I told you it might not come true and we really could die~” “RANTARO!!!”

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Part1 Part2

Chapter 40.75: Step the FUCK Up Kyle!

The two arrive at the venue after everyone thanks to Jin’s portal express. Seeing everyone have fun sparked joy and even more excitement for the future. There was no gift or money giving because both of us were well off and just wanted everyone to attend. No garter toss because Tenya drinks respect women juice but I did toss the bouquet. That turned out to be a disaster because Pixie Bob, Midnight and some of the other single heroes were fighting each other for it. Then came my favorite part, the couples dance. We danced to Around by Niki with a slide-show of pictures on the screen behind us. We did a bunch of fancy floating moves with our quirks and we finally had our slow dance kiss at the end. Then came cake, it was almost too pretty to eat and I got a little dodgy when we were supposed to feed a piece to each other. The wedding photographer unfortunately captured all that nervousness but it was funny to look back at. I did so much dancing and drinking with my agent friends that Tenya had to take care of me toward the end of the night. We said our goodbyes and thank yous before going home.

“Tenya! I love you bitccchhh!” I was drunkenly serenading him.

“I know you do”

“I’m never gonna stop loving you, bitccchhhhh!”

Tenya was trying to undo the straps on my dress “Hold still, I’m trying to get you out of your dress.”

“Oh I’ll just-” I teleport out of my dress with just my underwear on “oops, I’m nakey hehehe.”

“Ah so that’s how you do it” he finally figured out my secret to fast undressing and dressing “you teleport in and out of clothes!”

“Yup” I teleport out of my underwear “now I’m true nakey” I throw myself onto Tenya “I’m not a virgin but I want you to do me like one.”

“No darling, you’re drunk” he took off his suit jacket “but if you wait a bit, we can bathe together.”

“Will you wash my hair?”

“Yes”

“Will you take off my makeup?”

“Of course, I’ll even do your skincare” He hoisted her up and took her to the bath “you want me to braid your hair after?”

“Yes please” I respond as I watch him make the bath “would you still love me if I was a boy?”

“Yes of course!” Tenya looked at her “I fell in love with the person you are.”

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t rich or successful?”

“I loved you before the riches and success, regardless, my heart is yours.”

The bath was ready and I didn’t have anymore questions, just too much affection as he tried to bathe me. I didn’t even remember what I said when I was drunk, I blacked out at the venue when Mimi and I pounded shots while the DJ played some oldies. Next thing I knew I was waking up next to Tenya with a bunch of love marks and bites on him. We went on a honeymoon to a government protected piece of coast where anybody can use their quirks, it was one of those quirk tourism things that peaked my interest. We spent our time getting drunk and beating the other couples at the quirk games that were being hosted. Just a whole week of just that, then things got pretty serious work wise when we got back.

-Robo Dog INC offices-

“Not to cause alarm” Beizu spoke up after reviewing some spreadsheets “but we can’t keep up with demand.”

“Oh shit really?” I questioned as I leaned over to see the sheets “fuuuck you right, does that mean we’re closing off or postponing consultations?”

“Closing off for 3 months at least!” He rubbed his face “I have some this week then I’ll be turning away people for robo companion.”

“How about you just schedule them 4 months out?”

“That might be a better idea” He sipped his coffee “but we need to start looking into expand the work floor” he sets his empty cup down “we can’t hire more people to work until we have the space for more.”

“I know! But to be honest, all the bigger buildings are too far to my liking” I slumped in my chair “I have to wait for a nearby one to go on the market.”

The company was in need of a lot of things in terms of expanding but I didn’t want to start any of it yet. And it was a good thing I didn’t because there was a rise in the villain world. The League of Villains recruited more people for an uprising and Black Phantom was called upon to take it down from the inside.

“I really wish we could’ve just sniped the hand-man while we had the chance” Jin sighed as he put on his gear “then maybe everything would be at peace.”

“Yea but he’s a good source of intel” I responded “but you know the goal for tonight, we get the hot one with the bird-mask and get out.”

“Why the fuck do all the villains gotta be so hot!” complained Mimi as she loaded her holsters “it’s not fair!”

“Can we refocus please?” I sternly snapped “we’re close to the hideout, if we get lucky, we could smoke them out again.” I lowered my visor “voice changers on yall, it’s go time!”

We raid the place silently and it seemed almost too easy this time but it was easy. Who knew that everyone was sleeping with no guard? I floated us in and once we found the person of interest, Jin just floor portaled them to the holding cell and we followed after.

“Oh man that was scary easy” I was in disbelief “did yall see all the spooning going on?”

“Yea! That was weird as hell but oddly cute” Mimi commented “speaking of oddly cute, who is this perp?”

“This is Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul” I pull up the criminal record “he was responsible for some black market quirk erasing bullets and one count of child endangerment.” I show them the picture of the victim “you remember this little girl? The one the green twink and naked man rescued?”

“OH I remember! Poor girl was in pretty bad shape but she’s all grown up now!” Jin recalled “so this is the man that got away?”

“Yea apparently after Mirio got his quirk taken away but just before the green one ran off with the girl” I put the holding cell on lockdown “this guy and Nighteye fought but then he ran off and disappeared before he sustained serious damage. And he remained at large for years, almost cold cased until the new intel on the League.”

Mimi peered into the holding cell “Why are all the hot ones the most fucked up?!” she watched him thrash about “so we’re just gonna leave this one up to the interrogation team huh?” I nod in response, she sighs “are you going to pay a visit to the little girl?”

“Yup but this time I’m not going to dread this house visit” I smile “Aizawa got full custody of her when she turned 10 and she’s like 14 now.”

-Two Days later-

“It’s so nice to see you again Miss Palma!” Eri excitedly exclaimed “er, I should say Mrs Iida!”

I stifle my laugher “Oh it’s nice to see you too Eri!” I get pounced on by the girl “very lively! But I don’t have much time to play I’m afraid” I turn to Aizawa “thank you for letting me visit today, I know it’s your day off and you much rather nap.”

“Not a problem! You’re allowed to disrupt my free days” he motions me to sit in the living room “Eri, would you please serve the tea?” We sit as Eri walks out of earshot “Soooo, are we expecting another turbo child?”

I choke on air “Oh you got me fucked up! I’m not pregnant” I chuckled “sorry to disappoint but I don’t want a child just yet” I look at the picture on his end table of him, Mic, Eri and Shinso “children don’t just magically appear at my doorstep for me to care for like you!”

“Well, I was excited to be a grandpa, because I’d still be hot” he joked as Eri came back with tea “Okay then, what do you need to tell us?”

“Thank you Eri” I politely accepted her pour of tea “it’s about Overhaul, I caught him and is under custody in our facilities.”

“You’ve done it?!” Aizawa almost spilled tea on himself “how? The Hero Society deemed it cold-case!”

“I’ve been gaining intel from the League and other villain groups for years now via a spy” I sip tea “the moment we got word that the League was hiding him with confirmed sighting, my team and I swooped in and captured him” I hand him a folder “here, I know you’ve been working tirelessly to solve this for her sake. You’d be surprised what we found.”

“I don’t believe it!” he skimmed the pages “he’s been hiding right under our noses, of course Hawks had something to do with it!” he closes the folder “does that mean Eri can-”

“Yes, it means that Eri can attend a hero academy if she wishes to do so” I smiled as I finished his sentence “it also means that she no longer needs protected accompaniment, can travel beyond the 10 mile radius and can apply of a drivers license when she’s of age.”

“I can go to the mall by myself?!” Eri perked up “and I can go to UA?!” she turns to Aizawa, starry eyed.

“You’re not going to the mall by yourself! I’ll always be there with you” he said sternly but then chuckled “but yes you can go to UA, and just in time too! Entrance exams are coming up.”

“YAY! Thank you so much Mrs Iida!” she pounces on me again for a hug “I promise to do my best for all you’ve done for me!”

“Oh you sweet child” I start to tear up “it’s not a problem! I know you’ll do your best.” We say our goodbyes and I make my way home. It’s October now and I’m so satisfied with my life. At least, as much as I can control it. It’s been a month since the last I’ve heard from my caseworker about everything back home. Nothing has gotten better, more people I knew had fled their homes, leaving their parents behind in all the violence. It seems hopeless and I wish I could do something to help. At least my family is safe and getting by, I send them money so they can live as comfortably as they did when we lived in the old house. I miss my old home but I’m more excited to establish family to make it more homely.

“How was the visit?” asked Tenya, breaking my train of thought.

“Oh it was great!” I stretch my back “Eri is getting so big! And she’s planning to attend UA now that I’ve solved the cold case.”

“Thats amazing!” he comes closer to give me a tight embrace “you make such an impact in our community and I’m so proud of you every time you change the fate of others.”

“I’m just doing what I can within my power” I hug him back “you know I don’t give up on anything it I could help it.”

“It’s one of the things I love the most about you” he lifted her up “how lucky am I to have one of the sweetest souls in the world as my love?”

Luck had nothing to do with it, I best describe my time in this country as a train wreck that gets progressively weirder and it’s fixed with some duct tape. But I only live one day at a time, I’ll worry about the destination later when the time comes. Time passes us fast, once you get married it’s like time passes faster! It’s been a year and some change, I’m 25 and still very humble with all the riches and successes that has followed me. Tenya is 26 and slowly reaching the upper 20′s in the hero ranking, thanks to his brother and myself to help him along the way. It’s mid January, Tenya gets sent on a week long mission in Sendai, it’s the first time in years that we spent time apart. I made sure I make his welcome very momentous, because I had so much to share with him when he came back.

“I’m home!” Tenya yelled excitedly as he walk through the door “I missed saying that!”

“Welcome home Tenya” the little robo yipped “Mom missed you, she’s waiting for you in the main room.”

“Oh? Thank you” he was a bit taken back by this change of greeting, he’s so used to hearing Ita respond back. He makes his way to the living room, passing the kitchen and hallway to the guest room.

“Welcome home Tenya!” I yelled once I saw him “I missed you soooo much!” I jump on him for a tight hug “mmhm! I don’t think I like you being gone for so long” I pepper kisses on him “I need my man to love me so I can annoy him with my affection.”

“You know your affection doesn’t annoy me” he laughed at my clinginess “I miss giving you besitos and holding you close at night” he lingered on my hug “oh darling, it was rough out there but I’m so happy to be home.”

“I hope you’re hungry because I cooked you a grand meal!” I excitedly lead him to the table “ta-da! a four course meal in the candlelight!”

“Four courses?! Oh you missed me, missed me” he was shocked by the amount of thought I put into his welcome. As we ate, he told me of his time in Sendai and the other heroes that were called upon “...and I really hope that family is safe. Also do you think this trip will boost me up the ranking?”

“I talked to Tensei about that actually the other day” I said as I was walking back with dessert “he said that it will if you make it onto the media, like if they name you. Otherwise it won’t.”

He watches me set down dessert “Berry tart! Oh what splendid memories just flooded back” he cracked a big dumb smile as I served him a slice “remember when we went to that cafe at the end of 1st year and I was too shy to sit that close to you?” he took a bite “and as usual, everything you make is delicious! Oh man if only I told you that day I had feelings for you, it was a perfect winter day spent with you.”

“Oh stop! You had your chances, even on the bad days!” I playfully hit his arm “but I would’ve probably started to cry right there on the town plaza if you confessed” I suddenly remembered my big piece of news “Oh! I almost forgot, this invitation came in the mail earlier in the week” I levitated a yellow envelope with ‘Iida Household’ on the front of it in nice handwriting “I wanted to wait for you to come back to open it, since it’s addressed to both of us.”

He opens the envelope “It looks like a... birthday invitation?” he furrowed his brow and thought for a moment “who’s birthday is coming up? I can’t recall anyone’s except yours.” He opens the card and reads aloud:

Dear Iida household,

Hello! I’d like to invite you to my birthday! You see, it’s my very first one and I’m very excited to see you attend. You don’t know me but I’d like to get aquatinted with the both of you. There’s not much about me but my birthday is on July 28th, I’m a Leo. It’s a long way from now but I wanted to let you know because I know how busy being a Hero and a CEO must be. Anyways, I hope to see you then!

Yours Truly,

p.s. It just occurred to me that I don’t have a name yet, maybe you can help me with that and that’ll be your present to me!

“Huh, a person with no name?” he reread the invitation “and no address to said birthday” he turned to me “did the couple a few rows in front of us have a child that I wasn’t aware of?”

I stifle my laugh “Nope, read the invite again” I point to the p.s. part “see how they’re asking you for a name for a present?”

“I see that but what an odd request” he chopped, missing the point “wouldn’t it be customary to give a gift for a growing child? It’s their first birthday!” he sees me hold in my laugh “DON’T LAUGH! Tell me what am I not getting, you’re the riddle and puzzles expert.”

“Tenya, what did I serve you in this 4 course meal?”

“Baby quiche, side salad of baby greens with snow peas, steak with baby carrots and baby corn” he pointed at the tart “ and berry tart...but I don’t see how the meal relates to this mysterious invitation?”

“Oh goodness you’re hopeless” I laugh as I stand up “think long and hard Tenya, lots of baby named food, invite to a birthday 6 and a half months away, person that wants a name as a present and that we don’t know.”

He spends a good 5 minutes of mumbling to himself, trying to make sense of all the clues I pulled for him “I’m afraid I can’t crack this case” he checks the envelop for anything he could’ve missed “what did you piece from this?”

I couldn’t contain my laughter, I was tearing up laughing “Welp, I guess I’ll tell ya” I grab his hand and put it on my stomach “welcome home....daddy.”

He didn’t get it at first then it all clicked “Ita...your pregnant?!” he fell to his knees and put both hands on my stomach “oh my- I’m such an idiot!” he put his forehead on my stomach “why did you marry me, I can’t figure out something that’s so blatantly written out for me!”

“Silly, it doesn’t matter now” I put my hand on his head “we’re going to be parents! Isn’t that exciting that we’re building that future we thought we’d never get to?”

“Yes, I’m so excited to see the life you’re growing” he looked up at me, tears in his eyes “I said you could start your happy family with me, now it’s all coming together.” he kisses my stomach “you hear that? I can’t wait to meet you!”

I go through pregnancy once again but this time I took maternity leave at both jobs right at the 5th month of my pregnancy. I mainly did it to avoid publicity and cameras, so I can do my thing in peace. Surprisingly, I was the first one in my company to go on leave and it made me want to rewrite the leave so you’d get 8 months off instead of 5. So on said leave, I did the rewrite and had Beizu do all that paperwork and update everyone. He hated me for it but at least I wasn’t in the office overworking myself while heavily pregnant. We didn’t want a baby shower, mainly because we were already well off and it seemed like theft if we made our friends come and give us baby stuff. I ordered the baby stuff online for in-store pick up and uncle Jin and aunty Mimi would go get it for me. They were very excited to be an uncle and aunt to the point of jumping ahead to how my baby will interact and love them. My parents and in-laws were super pleased with the fact that we were pregnant. The In-laws announced it to the rest of the family and they all cheered that the family name will stay nice and strong. We decided to just have the crib and other baby stuff in our bedroom so we don’t have to have a baby monitor and have our baby within reach. It was nearly go time when Tenya got leave and I was in that nesting mode.

“We have to set up the bottle warming station!” I said franticly setting up the small machine “I’m going to pumping so much it’s not even funny! OH! can you-”

“Relax Ita, please!” Tenya begged “you’ve been up since 6am and hardly sat down” he rubbed her shoulders “why don’t you let me set this up while you take a nap nap on the couch? I’ll have a snack waiting for you when you wake up.”

“Alright, if it will make you feel better” I lean into his hands “then I’ll take a break.” I lay down and the baby started moving like crazy, not letting me sleep. 

“Oh you woke up?” Tenya asked as he saw me quickly sit up after an hour.

“Not to cause alarm” I slowly turn to where Tenya was and calmly spoke “but my water broke....deadass.”

Now Tenya was in panic as I calmly called Mimi and Jin that it was time. As we got in the car, I called my parents that I was on my way to the hospital to give birth. I can’t go to a regular hospital, so I have to go to a government protected one that’s an hour away from the gated community. Lucky me that Jin can portal us there in an instant. I was in labor for a while and gave natural birth to our first child. I didn’t need to go into stasis nor get stitched up, so I got see my baby for those crucial first few days. We got home just before the first summer storm.

“Oh wow look at you!” I cooed at my baby “you’re not scared of the rain or any of those big scary noises huh?”

“Is that normal?” asked Tenya, still trying to figure out how babies work.

“Not sure, but my mom said I was a very quiet and unfussy baby” I yawned “so maybe they got it from me.”

“Come on, both of you take a nap!” he coaxed the new mom to the couch “I’ll hold you both in my arms.”

“You’re too much” I yawned as I nestled myself in his arms with the baby in mine “but I love you.”

Tenya took in his surroundings, the house was quiet and the rain was coming down hard with some thunder in the far distance. He looked down to see the baby looking back up at him, the same way Ita would look at him when he’d hold her. “Can’t sleep? What is it?” he asked the newborn “this is your home, we’re going spend every waking moment here with you. Doesn’t that sound nice?” the newborn freed one of their hands from the blanket to extend out “Oh my sweet, little girl” he kissed their hand “I can’t wait to see the person you’ll become in our hectic and wonderful world.”

About a month later, we invited our friends to meet our baby. Literally, Tenya wanted a ‘meet our baby’ party instead of a birthday party because he REALLY wanted to show off our baby. I don’t blame him, we made a cute baby.

“What a cutie! Awww” Midnight squealed “what did you end up naming her?”

“Lili Perla” I responded with the baby in my arms “like the flower. Would you like to hold her?”

“I would!” she cradled the baby gently “Hello!~ It’s your aunty Midnight! I can’t wait to see you grow up into a little turbo kid like daddy. Or curly haired rebel like mommy.”

“Nemuri, isn’t my niece the cutest baby?!” cried out Tensei “I can tell she’ll have most of the Iida strong traits!”

“That terrifies me” I split my gaze between the two brothers “I can’t deal with yo rectangular like, fucked up brows havin asses! My baby is gonna be the prettiest little thing with all my family’s beauty traits.”

“I hope she’s outspoken like you” Midnight hands me back the baby “we need more Itas in this world.”

“Oh look it’s Lili-chan!” cooed Ochako with her son in her arms “say hi Maru! She’s going to be your friend and play with you when she gets big enough.”

“Don’t be shy Maru” coaxed Midoriya “the Iida’s are our friends and Lili will be a very loyal friend just like their mom and dad.”

We watched the little boy wave and Lili waving back “Oh she’s picking up fast!” exclaimed Midnight “that’s peculiar.”

“Right?! She already knows basic things like greetings, waving, attention grabbing and flails her arms to music” I giggle a bit “like, she can’t talk but she gives a little yell when Tenya comes home and a long yell when she needs something. She doesn’t cry for anything!”

“Hey guys, I heard baby talk and had to see the little lady” Mineta said as he walked up to me “may I hold her?”

“Sure, make sure you support her head.”

“Hi there! I’m your cool uncle Minoru” he cooed at the baby “one day I’ll give you a cousin to play with.”

The baby didn’t bide well with the grape man and started crying “Oh no! She hates you” Todoroki said flatly “here, let me.” He held the baby and she instantly stopped crying “See? She doesn’t mind me.”

I started laughing “Oh fuck she’s learning a little too fast!” I saw that Shoto brought Touya with him “Hi Touya, surprised to see you here.”

“Yea, I had to see for myself that you had a baby” he said as he peered over Shoto’s shoulder to see the baby “what a cute little squish” Shoto hands him the baby “you don’t know me but your mommy saved me from some baddies and brought me to my family, don’t you grow up and give your mother trouble!” He turns to me “she isn’t afraid of me.”

“Seems like she isn’t afraid of anything yet” Touya hands me the baby “I’m sure it’s just a curiosity phase and she’ll be crying more as she gets older.”

“May I hold her?” Tokoyami asked me “lets see if she will cry with me.” I hand her over and she smiled as her hands touched his beak “nope, she’s like her mother, curious and giggly” he nuzzles her and Dark Shadow comes out to see the baby. Lili sees it and starts to grunt to touch it “You want Dark Shadow? Um, okay.” 

“I don’t believe it” Shinso smirked “you two managed to make the ideal baby in one try” Tokoyami hands Shinso the baby “oh the things you’ll get to experience with your mother, lucky you” Lili tugs on his shirt “what is it? You like the satin shirt?” Lili grunts in response “Ita what are you feeding this child to have them this...smart?”

“I’m just breastfeeding her I swear!” I look to Tenya “we have no idea if her level of response is because of a quirk or it’s her own level of intelligence and we’re just doing a good job at stimulating her enough.”

Seeing her grow up into little Miss Independent was quite the journey for a new parent. She was walking at 11 months old and running a few weeks after her 1st birthday, causing a lot of mischief. At 1 and 4 months she was talking in English and Japanese, small phrases like ‘howdy’ ‘mom’ ‘dad’ ‘doggy’ ‘hot’ and ‘not nice’. Her first word was doggy because Muffin 2.0 had to switch roles from security to nanny when she’d run around the house. When she turned two, her quirk grew in, smaller rocket-like engines on her feet! The amount of joy the Iida family got from hearing about this brought them to tears that the legacy will live on. My family was impressed that it wasn’t telekinesis and was excited to see another random quirk in our gene pool. But it didn’t stop there, when she got a little runny nose and blew her nose, her clothes instantly turned to threads! She had a second quirk, Master Thread! Tenya and I were so happy that she was blessed with two separate quirks that we helped her in anyway possible to develop her skills better at home. She really liked dancing and all the pretty costumes, so I put her in private lessons and fell in love with it. We didn’t stop at her though, we had another baby after Lili’s 3rd birthday, a baby boy named Iwata El Roca. And 4 years after him, twins! A boy and girl named Hanaka Rosa and Tensei Oro...can you tell who named who? It was a full house come Christmas time of six people and a robo dog. Everyone was tired and sprawled about on the couch, Lili was holding Hanaka on the far side, Ita was holding Iwata as she leaned on Tenya’s shoulder. Tenya was cradling baby Tensei and everyone was asleep after a grand meal and watching a holiday movie, except for Tenya. He took in his surroundings and sighed. He was in a new home, the house was quiet with just the sounds of his family breathing, snow was falling outside, everyone was safe and warm. How weird that everything fell into place when he fell in love with one person, now he shares his love in 5 different people that show it back.

“Hnn, Tenya” Ita drowsily spoke “we have to put the kids to bed.”

“Just 5 more minutes, please love.” He softly responded “When will we ever have them this little and peaceful again?”

“Fine, 5 more minutes” she pulled her son closer to her chest “I love you.”

“I love you more” he kissed her forehead.

-Book 1 End-

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