#(ooc: man's just slipped into her room to stare at her in the middle of the fucking night. l i k e a c a t. it's funny. to ME.)

[piningpercussionist]

**You woke up in the middle of the night, and saw purple smoke bright and colorful infesting your room. Mobile was sat on a chair, next to your bed, looking at you.** ".. Evening, Pine."

"..."

"You're really just solidifying a very cat-like vibe for yourself, to me, right now."

It's actually extremely unnerving, to wake up and see him there, though she tries not to show it; bleary eyes take him in briefly before flitting to the purple smoke that was all around them, narrowing a little against the luminosity it brought. Her hands feels around blindly on her bed for a moment before making contact with her phone, which she flips open to check the time.

"... Also, not evening. But who's ever cared about something as unimportant as that, right?"

There's no real bite to the statement, just a tired, gravely tone to her voice as she sits up fully, rubbing at her eyes. Her unexpected wake up call seems to have dampened the ire he might otherwise receive, pulling something like this.

"What's up, Mobile? Just... popping in, again?"

[surshica]

NINTENDO SWITCH !

TEN - OMG?

masterlist <3

- mention of niragi towards the middle, ooc chishiya I TRIED TO KEEP IT IN CHARACTER, & please excuse anything grammatically incorrect and any typos !!

- happy birthday anon <3 i hope you have an amazing birthday!!

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Yn was a party girl, she doesn’t show it but she most definitely is a party girl. Being invited to parties gave her such an adrenaline rush she kept going to many parties in high school. But that made her lack in her studies, her parents were never one to raise their voices at her but after the grade checks. They weren’t the happiest, making her focus on her studies basically missing out on the last portions of her high school life was depressing. Thankfully she got into a university with all her friends and Mira— she can finally live her life. But even after becoming a full fledged adult; she didn’t go to parties as often wanting to be on top of her studies.

Yn even thought about not going to this party but her friends insisted on her going, they even took her dress shoppping. She just mentally sighed to herself, as much as she wanted to be upset a soft smile broke out on her lips. ‘Well i mean if Mira is going than i guess I’ll go too’ she thought to herself. Heiya Usagi and Kuina were getting ready with eachother. Yn turned down their offers just so she can get ready herself. She wanted her own time before the party even started and they knew that, o her surprise Arisu was going as well. Mira wasn’t at the dorm so she was basically alone with all her plushies. She didn’t mind it, she enjoyed the comforting silence; the lights in the living room and bedroom were dim. The flicks of the lit candles showed on the walls with the sunset blazing through the windows. Yn sat down at her desk that was already cluttered with makeup of many sorts, yn connected her phone to the hello kitty bluetooth speaker, stretching her arms she decided to play Lamp—she was in the mood for some Lamp. Yn stared at herself for a while in the mirror giving herself the small needed prep talk, just the basic ‘you’re beautiful, don’t take shit from a man, be who you are, know your self worth.’ She does this to give herself a boost in confidence in much needed times especially going to parties.

Yn smiled and began to do her makeup, it was nothing too out of the ordinary but not too basic; since the makeup was simple it was rather fast, getting to the lips Yn paused. She contemplated on which one should she go for, a nice pinkish red gloss or a tinted peach red. After going back and forth she decided to go on the tinted peach red. She looked at herself at the mirror tilting her head side to side before finally smiling at herself nodding in a confidence she has never seen before. She pushed her chair back to go put on her dress. Taking the dress off the hanger she threw it onto her bed, she made sure she had some shorts on her before slipping the dress on; taking off her bagged tshirt she had been wearing doing her makeup she trapped the dress from the end putting her head through the end of it first — slipping easily into it, looking at her standing mirror she fixed it up making it look nicer, she went back to her desk turning on the hair curly, sitting back down like she was about to do her makeup again. Scrolling through TikTok killing time; every now and then she would put her hand over thee curler to see if it was warmed up enough to be used.

Yn put her phone back down turning it off resuming her Lamp session that had been playing, she grabbed the curling iron and started curling her hair into small curls. She was never a big fan of the big curls, she liked the soft wavy look the small ones gave her. Curling her curtain bangs she turned off the iron letting it cool before putting it away getting back up to go put on her heels, combing her hands through her hair to give it a more wavy look. Putting on her heels she had walked to rage front of the standing mirror once again to admire herself and the beauty she has made. The way her hair curved around her face, the way her makeup made her glow even more—gave a curtsy smile onto her face. The way her dress formed around her she loved it. It was a beautiful thigh high pearly soft sparkled white silken dress, a bow tied to the the left side of the hip giving it a few ruffles, the chains were spaghetti s trapped gems. Looking down to her heels they were wrapped around her legged white ofc with a clear heel. Yn wasnt a fan of heels that made her super duper taller so she got rather short ones that gave her about 2 iches of height. Yn didnt really want to carry a bag so she was just going to hold onto her phone, nodding in approval of her outfit she blew out the candles and turned off all the lights.

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She texted the influence guru’s group chat that she is on her way to kuina’s dorm; wasn’t too far, locking the door stuffing the key into the fake plant on the side of the door; inhaling deeply Yn made her way to Kuian’s dorm. Yn made her way safely to the door, she knocked on the door in a pattern to let them know it was her.

A soft shuffle of the feet can be heard from the other side of the door, the Locke unclicked as the knob twisted itself revealing a damper looking arisu, he was agape looking at Yn from head to toe; a soft smile beamed onto his face as always in arisu nature, “you look beautiful as always” he moved to the side letting yn into the dorm closing the door behind you locking it. “Thank you arisu” Yn smiled towards the tall man who made his way to the coach playing super smash bros against a bot. “Kuina and Usagi are in her room still getting ready if you want to join them.” He said to Yn having his eyes glued to the screen. Yn simply nodded amazing her way to Kuina’s room twisting the knob open to see Usagi sitting on the bed finished while Kuina was finishing up her makeup. Usagi who was in a beautiful baby pink dress that looked soft to the touch, it made her look like a beautiful fairy; ruffled tat made her look elegant and beautiful. Little makeup was put on her but yet she still glowed in her own way. Kuina was was in white soft furred dress with a bow that went down the dress to her chest, her hair in her dreads that really made her stand out. Kuina’s fur coat was hung around the chair while she finished her makeup.

It was her usual makeup but it always worked on her. her bright red lips perfect eyeliner and beautiful lashes with slight blush tinted on her face. Kuina who hadn’t noticed yn stood up putting on her fur coat turning to see her standing near the door. A gasped Kuina put her hand over her mouth smiling widely “I knew. You would look beautiful with this dress on!!” Kuina lapped her hands together excitedly while Usagi lifted herself off the bed to go closer to yn to give her a hug, “This dress looks absolutely stunning on you Yn,” Usagi beamed twirling her around earning small giggles from yn and Kuina. Arisu who had just turned off the game scratched his head walking to kuina’s room leaning on the door frame checking his phone, “are you ladies ready? We have to get going we are almost an—” Arisu’s breathe hitched seeing Usagi.

Words could not escape his lips, thee only things coming out where ‘uh’ ‘yeahs’ ‘so’ ‘oh’. Kuina and Yn looked at eachother giggling. “Almost an…??” Kuina questioned in a tone where Arisu had to respond back. “We’re almost an hour late..” `arisu spoke rather fast stumbling on his words. His eyes never left usagi’s; a blush formed onto her cheeks she looked away quickly making arisu realize he was staring causing him to start blushing. Kuina rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips grabbing yn by her arm, “lets go lovebirds are else we’ll be even more late,” “we wouldn’t want that now would we!” Kuina had a bounce in her step making her way to the door unlocking it, leaving it open for usagi and arisu to come out the dorm. Usagi linked arms with Arisu “lets go shall we?” Usagi smiled looking up at Arisu whose face was redder than a tomato; he simply nodded and Usagi tugged him towards Kuina and Yn.

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Usagi was the designated driver since she isn’t a huge fan of alcoholic beverages. The party was of course held in the fancier big houses of the students, the drive from the dorms to the house was about 20 minutes so by the time the arrived it was already packed. Usagi managed to find a parking spot not too far from the house; “make sure you guys have your phones on you at all times and NEVER turn off your location.” Kuina warned them, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to them. They were family to her. Yn looked at her phone to see Mira was already here making her sigh in relief. Yn smiled brightly as they got out of the car making their way to the door that was wide open. Usagi and Arisu were hand in hand while Kuina was right next to Yn; Kuina couldn’t care less about the people staring at them when they entered she wanted to find Ann. Yn felt eyes on her when she walked in. The way they all stared at her as she walked past them, she missed this feeling.

A small grin crept onto her face as she made her way to the bar, she ordered herself a spiked Shirley temple since she wasn’t a fan of just pure straight alcohol. She watched the bar tender make it carefully making sure he doesn’t put anything in it that shouldn’t be in it; once he handed her the drink she smiled mouthing a thank you. Yn grabbed her drink and made her way to the couch where a lot of people were sitting while others were dancing, Yn sat down on the couch legs crossed just so nothing is exposed. She sipped on her drink looking around; startled by the sudden dip in weight near her.

She looked to her right side to see a person she doesn’t know. ‘Great a rando’ she thought to herself taking another sip of her drink. “Hey” the guy smiled towards yn catching her attention; “hello” Yn said a little dryly looking him head to toe. “You look familiar..” Yn pointed out swirling her drinks straw around staring at his facial structure, “its on the tip of my tongue….” Yn tilted her head to the side as the boy gulped, she wanted to make some small talk before wandering around more. “Let me guess Isamu?” She smiled ever so softly, her lips were curved upwards in a sweetly manner. “Ohm you know my name?” The boy grinned putting his arms behind his head. He looked her up and down like he was admiring her. Yn caught on and just noted to herself maybe she should start walking away soon. “You can just say i am good at names.” she side eyed him; the soft smile on her lips had now turned into a grin. The boy or well Isamu leaned in closer to her like he was pushing himself upon Yn—She inhaled and scooted a little further away, “Well since you know my name how about you get to know me?” Yn side eyed him some more (basically the season 1 Mira side eye), she pursed her lips into a thin line taking a big sip of her drink. “What makes you think that’s a good idea?” Yn snarked a comment at him not looking at him but rather straight in front of her. “Well i just think it’d be a better chance for the both of us, we’d be great together dare i say.” He smiled like he did something, moving his right arm to sling across her shoulder. “Bold of you to say,” she took his arm off her should standing up from the couch fixing her dress “dare i say i see no future of us together” she looked back at him walking away to stroll the party.

Every corner she turned she saw couples sucking the faces off eachother, others having sex, hell even guys getting lap dances and rides from girls. She kept walking to around, guys always tried to get her attention but she just ignored them. None of them interested her, the dance floor was even crammed. I guess her ideas of dancing were thrown out the door. The pool was even filled with people in it, ‘these people are crazy’ was the first thought that popped into her head. She was looking for Kuina and Ann ant this point, she wanted to get down with those two. She had already finished her drink and got another one. It wasn’t too strong to do any effects on her but enough to excuse the fact she drank. Turning more corners she bumped into Niragi, a sharp inhale and quick sorry was mumbled before she quickly left not looking back at niragi who had been kissing the poor girl’s face off. Yn had known Niragi since High school and he had changed for the worst, she was basically dashing away from niragi.

Going through big crowds. Niragi who was annoyed someone ruined his session looked at Yn who had bumped into her licking his lips following after the girl who had been trying to escape his clutches. Yn was just trying to find someone she knew. A slight panic rose to her chest she did not want to be alone with niragi. That would be her biggest fear, and putting that before her dumb rivalry with chishiya definitely said something. Yn’s breathe steadied as she thought she lost Niragi but a hand snaked around her waist making her jump, she whipped her head to the side to the side to see Niragi with his pitiful smirk across his face, that steady breathe yn had was no longer there but rather replaced with an intense uneasy breathing. She tried to escape his grasp but the hold was too strong to your liking. “Aw come on now don’t try to escape,” his voice was soaked in a honey coat but not the sweet kind a poisonous kind of honey.

Yn looked around her trying to see if there was anything she could do to make an escape. The more she tried to escape the closer he would bring her to him, she shut her eyes tight refusing to look at him. “Let go of me Niragi.” Yn snapped at him in a war full tone. Niragi’s smirk grew even wider moving his face niches closer to hers. “Or what?,” “its not like I’m going to do anything bad, its all fair game here” he said in a melodic tone that could kill. Yn kept moving her head back shaking her head trying to push out his grasp some more.

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Chishiya who wasn’t a fan of these kind of event found him dressed nicely, well in his famous white hoodie that was half way zipped exposing the uppermost of her chest, and some cargos. He only came because Mira forced him, if it were up to him run he would’ve been in his dorm eating strawberries reading his romance novels. He leaned on the rail from the upstairs balcony that overlooked the whole bottom floor. He had kept his eyes on Mira but ended up losing her. Chishiya was the least bit wrier about Mira she knew she could take care of herself. He sighed putting in his own earbuds listening to music he enjoys or at least likes. Staring at the entrance for some time a pearly white dress caught his attention; he stood up a little straighter but he was still leaning against the rails. Looking closely he noticed it was Yn with Kuina, Usagi, and Arisu. A slight smile appeared on his lips looking at yn. Quickly wiped away when he noticed all the boys staring at her; his face turned stoic and calm like a cat.

He had unintentionally been following Yn with his eyes from the top; just making sure she is safe since that is his closest friends cousin after all nothing more nothing less. His eyes followed her to the bar when she ordered a spiked Shirley temple, ‘spiked Shirley temple?’ he thought to himself. his hands had rested on the rails; he looked away for a second and next thing he knows, yn is talking to some rando? ‘How interesting’ he thought to himself. He had noticed how the dude was trying to get onto Yn, he stood up like he was going to go down there but when he noticed she had control of the situation he simply went back to his original spot.

As his eyes followed you throughout the party he noticed how the pearl like dress complimented her, along side with the peach red lip tint. He looked to the sides to see if there was anyone up here and there really wasn’t many beside the couples having sex in the bedrooms. He watched as she just wondered around and got another drink. An exhale left his nose closing his eyes wishing this would be over soon, he tried to look for Yn and he couldn’t.

Chishiya’s brows furrowed as his eyes quickly scanned the room back and forth, hands still in his pocket he stood up straight looking for that pearly white silked dress, a slight frown formed on his lips as he couldn’t find her. Until the corner of his eye he noticed a small figure quickly walking away from niragi. He didn’t think much of it til he realized that girl was Yn. His brows furrowed some more as he watched Niragi catch up to Yn grabbing her by the waist. He saw the struggle and panic in her eyes, a deep inhale left his nose; he saw how close niragi was getting to yn; “well this isn’t good” he huffed under his breathe making his way to her. As chishiya made his way downstairs he realized how niragi was so close to her, that ticked him off slightly. Taking his hands out o his pockets he grabbed you by the wrist twirling you to him, escaping niragi’s grasp.

Her eyes were still closed but she felt her being taken by the wrist and now she felt a safe yet protective grasp around her waist. Slowly opening her eyes she didn’t see niragi she saw chishiya. Her heart rose up and down she had never been this close to Chishiya before. Niragi let out a small snarl looking at chishiya “when will you learn to mind your own business.” Niragi’s face twitched looking at chishiya who had a grin on his face; “well i mean it is my business when you’re touching my girl” Chishiya stared at Niragi blank expression with his signature Cheshire grin. Yn’s eyes opened widely when she heard him say that. ‘Did i hear that correctly?1’ ‘MY GIRL?!’ Her breathe inhaled sharply. Yn was wearing heels that made her slightly taller than chishiya, he moved his head up slightly looking at her moving a stranded ice of hair out of her face. “Are you okay babe? Did he touch you anywhere” Chishiya spoke in a soft tone to Yn, voice still husked but it was different from the way he talked to niragi.

Yn has never been happier that this place was slightly dark; the blush on her face was terrible its like she caught a fever. She looked at Chishiya in the eyes with her sharp breathing, “Yeah I’m fine” she replied back earning a tsk escape the lips of. Niragi who walked away slightly angrily. Chishiya waited till he was out of sight, once he couldn’t see niragi no more he still held onto Yn— his grip was slightly tight but it didnt hurt, he made his way to the backyard but mainly the grassy part where nobody was. He looked around ice more before sitting down on the grass one hand propping him up from the back. Yn sat on her knees near chishiya.

The silence was deafening. Yn opened her lips to say something but nothing came out, she perused her lips a little, licking them she breathed slowly collecting her thoughts; opening her mouth again, “thank you chishiya,” a soft like whisper escaped her lips. Chishiya simply nodded, staring off into the void. The moonlight shone onto chishiya’s soft features. He looked like an angel; the soft white shine on his somewhat tanned skin, his pale dyed blonde white hair was vibrant, the way his lips pursed itself a soft natural pink. Yn saw the small eyeliner that gave his eyes more of a cat like feature. HIs long lashes that curled naturally on its own. “You know I wouldn’t mind if you took a picture of me,”. Chishiya snarked a comment with a grin appearing on his lips. Yn didn’t realize she was checking him out—a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, she looked away quickly, “I rather not, you might ruin my photos.” She grumbled messing with her hair.

Chishiya turned his head just for the moonlight to lighten up her soft features. Chishiya stretched out his arms; putting them behind his head laying down on the grass. He moved his head into a more comfortable position, wether that be looking at the moon or looking at Yn. His sleepy eyes stared into Yn’s. Yn was about to opened her mouth like she was going to say something getting cut off by Chishiya. “Before you ask, yes I was following you around from the upstairs because Mira asked me too,” Chishiya lied, “She just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to you.” An awkward small smile appeared onto his lips before disappearing. Yn slightly turned her head with an ‘oh’ escaping her lips. “How come you didnt help me with that dude on the couch but with niragi?” Yn questioned him picking at the well kept grass, “Because you were able to handle that situation with no help,” Chishiya moved to his head to look at the moon.

“The guy looked like no trouble to you anyways, while as niragi-….” Chishiya stopped himself from saying more. He just smiled to himself closing his eyes. Yn looked at him questionly crawling slowly to him, shaking his shoulder she didn’t care if it was too rough she wanted to know. “Chishiya tell me” Yn demanded an answer from him. Chishiya simply kept his mouth shut not bothering to open his eyes to look at the pleading girl. Frustrated and noisy, Yn leaned closer to him continuing to shake him. “Chishiya tell me or I wont stop bothering you.” Yn annoyed him but he still gave no answer. A sigh escaped the lips of chishiya making yn shut up, she looked at the way his lips curled when he sighed. Chishiya opened his eyes staring straight at Yn—yn never noticed how his eyes were a brown. She soon came to a realization she was way too close to chishiya moving herself back fixing her hair. She didn’t except a reaction out of chishiya but one look at his face you up an see his annoying smirk.

“For being my rival you are quiet annoying,” chishiya was still staring at the somewhat grumpy girl, “annoying yet pretty.” He huffed; Yn taken aback “Did you call me pretty?” She put her hands on her knees slouching breaking her posture. “Don’t think too much about it i call all my friends pretty” He nonchalantly muttered, looking away from her eye contact. “Hmm..now answer my question earlier.” “I have no recollection of what i said.” “Yes you do, you just dont want to tell me” “Hm, ive told you everything i needed to tell you” “no you haven’t, you stopped yourself mid sentence. im noisy and i need to know now” “and if i didn’t tell you?” “i’ll find some blackmail on you.” “i don’t think you can, kuina doesn’t even have blackmail on me” “than i’ll ask someone closer to you” “let me guess, mira?” chishiya scoffed closing his eyes again as the winds breeze flew through the air. “mira knows the blackmail she has on me yet i dont think she’ll give it”, yn who frowned resting her chin in her palm; her fingers tapping on her skin as if she was thinking hard; she was hardly thinking.

The sound of heels clicking on the ground made yn turn her head; squinting her eyes to see who it was. She couldn’t make out who the black hair was but was surely able to see the dreads. Yn’s eyes turned into stars realizing it was Kuina. Before Yn could even get up she was tackled back onto the grass, she let out a fit of laughter hugging the distressed Kuina. Yn’s arms wrapped kuina’s waist patting her back; Mira stood from the sidelines near chishiya with a smile on her lips, Ann crossed her arms standing next to Mira looking around to see if anyone was near them. “Why haven’t you been answering me?? I was texting you like crazy and I was calling you” Kuina didnt even get to breathe between those words, “ I thought you were in the rooms asleep but you weren’t!” “All i saw was couples having sex and I didnt want to see that?!?!” Kuina started to shake Yn who was trying to say something but was always getting cut off b the fast stressed talking Kuina.

“Kuina, she couldn’t answer you because niragi had her in a tight grasp.” Chishiya deadpanned the girl who got even more panic in her eyes. “Are you okay?” Kuina asked looking all over your body checking to see if there was any marks, “Did he touch you DO I NEED TO SLAP HIM??” Kuina huffed furiously getting off Yn, she was going to run off to find niragi but Ann grabbed her by the arm to stop her. Yn laughed that off before sitting up fixing her hair and dress. “He didn’t touch me..” Yn paused; “..Chishiya got to me before niragi could” Yn’s lips formed a small smile. Mira’s grin appeared onto her face growing bigger, “oh chishiyaaa? Since when were you a Prince Charming?” Mira teased the closed eyed resting half zipped up white hoodie wearer. Ann lifted her eyebrow in curiosity, holding onto kuina’s arm. Kuina grew a wide smile giggling like a fan girl seeing her idols in person, chishiya opened one eye looking at Mira, “I never was one and never claimed to be one” he sighed deeply stretching is arms so they dont fall asleep.

Yn licked her lips looking away, “oh yeah where is Usagi and Arisu?” Yn asked, Kuina quickly looked at the questioned girl, “oh they left already. I was looking for you to ask if you want to leave with Ann and I.” Kuina took her arm out of Ann’s grip quickly holding her hand. Yn saw that but decided to say nothing, “Yeah I’m not feeling it that much such a shame.” Yn smiled sweetly getting off the grass fixing her dress standing next to Kuina. Ann simply nodded before walking off with kuina’s hand held onto. Yn waved goodbye to Mira and chishiya following behind Kuina.

“Yn do tell us everything that happened in the car,”Kuina looked behind her smiling widely, “I want to know what exactly happened.” Yn rolled her eyes dramatically before nodding, “Did a little gut feeling tell you something happened?” “Yes..How did you know?” Kuina bit the bottom of her lip, Yn smiled giggling. “Fine fine ill tell you.”

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Once the three girls were out of sight Mira’s grin grew even larger sitting next to Chishiya, “so what exactly did you tell her?” Chishiya had he hands in his lap, inhaling deeply. the cold yet warm air hit his lips as he huffed the air out. “i didn’t say much but i was just making sure she was safe..from afar” his lips formed a thin a line. Mira parted her bangs to the side a smile like grin widened giving him the raised eyebrow in question. “and what did you tell her about that?”

“Just told her Mira asked me too.” Chishiya knew Mira was trying to push the question out of him but he didnt want to say it, he didnt want to look weak. “I know what you want me to say, but I’m not going to say it.” “And why not?” “Because…it wouldn’t work out regardless.” Mira dramatically rolled her eyes throwing her hands in the air. “you’re so dramatic shiya,”

He raised an eyebrowed look at her exhaling harshly, “she sees me as an academic rival. It’s best we keep it that way.” Mira’s face turned into a ‘be so fr’ ‘are you serious right now’ ‘stop playing’ look. “Even then, after all these years why would her view of me suddenly change?” His face had no emotion but his eyes told a different story. Chishiya looked to his side expecting to see yn after the few minutes they had spent together but it was just an empty patch of grass. Mira sighed deeply looking at her best friend in this state. To the normal person he looked the same with his noninterested look but to Mira you can see him grasping for straws trying to merge his way out of the effect.

Mira ruffled her hair, “why’d you do it in the moment? Saving her? Calling her your girl?” Her eyes stared into his, the small gulp he had that didnt go unnoticed to her. “I just thought you would kill me if I didn’t help her.” His stifled laugh sounded throughout the air, Mira rolled her eyes in annoyance. The answer he gave was a lie. Her stare became more of a stern less playful one he was used too. Chishiya’s lips parted in disbelief he was going to give Mira what she wanted. His hands in the pockets of the sweater. His hood had been sitting warmly on his back; bangs softly swaying in the wind. He stared at the moon for some seconds before looking back at Mira.

“I didn’t like the way he was with her.”

“Chishiya.”

“Fine.” His lips formed a small grinned smile, “she made me feel some kind of way.”

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[aliorsboxostuff]

ok so imagine ftm reader x joel in the apocalypse. because i just know being trans in an apocalypse is NOT fun. you can make the prompt however specific as you want but i just thought that would be such a cool and interesting idea for a fic. :)

A/N: GOD ANON SUCH A GOOD IDEA yk i'm gonna put a bit of my own experience as a trans man (that went through 7 hrs of a con w binders on… *shivers*). As always, please excuse the mistakes as english is my 2nd language and enjoy Anon!

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Tags: HBO Joel Miller x ftm!Reader, Reader uses He/Him pronouns, Trans and in an apocalypse? Can't get any worse, oh wait yes it can, Binding struggles, fluff, meet-cute(?), Do you count meeting a dad and his kid cute?, maybe, It’s Joel and Ellie of course they’re cute, meeting, humor, Snarky!Ellie, tired-dad!Joel, soft ending, no angst, maybe a bit, it is EP.3 after all, slight OOC

[Starts from the end of Ep.3 of The Last of Us] Meeting a stone-cold man and his curious stray kid wasn't really on your apocalypse agenda, neither was falling in love with him. But then again, when has life ever gone your way? Hell, even god fucked up from when you were born, mixed up the damn gender. So here you are, helping him and his kid ready themselves to head to Wyoming, while you hitch a ride. Maybe it’ll do you some good, finally finding company with another human being

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God why was it so hot?

While you keep hauling what remains of your backpack through the path, the sun beats down on you. Despite pulling off your hoodie, now left in only a shirt, the heat threatens to boil you whole. The sides of your binder digs in slightly and it makes moving another endeavor. The two bottles of water inside your bag are quickly diminishing with every break you take, now only half of one bottle remains.

You groan, eyes becoming hazy with every blink, when suddenly, you spot a chain-linked fence meters in front of you. A shot of energy courses through you as hope rises, quickly jogging to the area while you wave your hands, but trying not to make a sound in case any infected comes running by. 

You stopped just shy of the chain link, glancing at the high-voltage sign. You've been electrocuted once, you're not about to get electrocuted twice. You opted to look around instead, glancing at the various put-together houses, and the church in the far corner of the neighborhood. Despite the leaves littering the streets, flowers bloomed encircling the town's middle. You turn your head to find a way in, maybe a chance for you to vault over without getting burned, or maybe dig underneath-

"Turn around." 

You freeze. The hairs on your nape start to rise, heart rate following suit as a bead of sweat drops. "Turn around, and drop your bag. Slowly." 

You gulp, carefully moving one foot and the other until you fully turn, now face to face with a gun trained at your head, behind it, a man with eyes sharp enough to cut through skin is ready to pull the trigger at sight. Your eyes cautiously glance at the girl behind him, the same vicious stare with a sharp knife in her hand. 

As instructed, you slip your backpack and hear it hit the ground, before the man tilts his head, indicating for you to kick it away, and so you did. 

"Drop your weapons,"

"I don't have a gun," Your voice wavers, hands shaking slightly as it hovers beside you, a surrender you’re hopeful the man will take. He doesn't. 

"Drop anything other than a gun, then," He leaves no room for negotiations. You blink, before taking out the pocket knife and knuckle dusters from your pocket, throwing them to his direction. The guy raises his brow at the items and you shrug, still hesitant despite trying to appear nonchalant. 

With the gun still aimed at you, he picks both of the weapons up, storing them, before he stands again. "What's in the bag?" 

"Some… Canned food, water bottles, a lighter, other stuff," 

"How did you find this place?"

"I just…" Now that, you wondered yourself. You remembered leaving your group when a sketchy religious guy showed up and everyone started preaching to him, going nowhere in particular, just out of the growing conservative group and somewhere safe. Wandering for weeks before stumbling here, thinking you finally found another group willing to accept your scrappy ass. "I don't know, I don't even know this place existed, I was wandering around then came across…" You tilted your head back to the fence.

A pause. The man then speaks in a hushed tone with the girl, before they both nodded, the girl evidently less cautious after the whispers. "Empty your bag." 

You did as so, slowly reaching for the pack and unlatching the top, turning it upside down and letting the contents drop. Bottles, food, plasters, your lighter, a torch, other knick-knacks you couldn't resist picking up, all falling to the ground. When a flutter of paper falls, the girl perks slightly, before she retreats when you noticed. "I-I'm alone-"

"How do we know you're alone?" 

Your eyes looked around before you shrug. "I… Got separated from my group. A weird guy joined us and separated some people, and he uh… Kicked me out. Im alone, I promise, I don't have anyone following me from my group or from… Anywhere,"

Another pause. He seems to turn the info around his mind, before he looks back at the girl, she only does the same.

"Alright." He nods, eyeing the clutter on the ground. "Walk, slowly, away from the fence." 

Taking steps away from the chain until your position and the man change, you stand far from the fence while he and the girl stands just a meter away. He nods to the girl and she nods back. Now, her dark eyes are focused on you, while the man unlocks the gate to the place. 

"What's with the book?" She jerks to the opened pages on the ground.

"Just a journal. Keeps the mind sane," She hums, then you hear a click of the fence being opened. The man ushers the girl in, before he looks back at you, standing defenseless outside just meters away, disheveled and wary. He huffs.

"Get in here, quick," 

Your face beams. "Thank you, so much," You breathe before picking up your bag and contents, then jogging inside and the man locks the gate again. 

The neighborhood looks as if lived in, despite the run-down houses except one that stands grand and white a couple of streets down. "You two live here?"

"No, someone we know does," The girl answers. The man begins walking to the house, the girl following loosely behind him, before she turns.

She still has a hint of caution in her eyes, yet she asks, "What's your name? I'm Ellie, that's Joel," 

"Pleasure meeting you Ellie, Joel," Ellie grins, Joel doesn't turn. You give her your name, at which she smiles before looking past you.

"Do you write often?" 

"Just for fun, nowhere to publish it anyways," 

She nods. "What do you write about?"

"Stuff I see, birds, leafs, interesting flowers I pass by," You begin walking towards the house as well, following them. "I have pressed dried flowers in there," 

"Pressed dried? Like you have dead flowers in your journal?"

"Sure," You grin as she chuckles, turning around when Joel opens the house's gates and motions for Ellie to stop, so you do too.

"I'm checking inside first. You-" His eyes meets yours, you gulp. "Stay here, look out for any infected," 

"In here? This is basically a fortress," 

"Once I'm done, then I'll call you," You only nod, afraid to aggravate Joel even further. You'd hate to appear annoying to a man that offered you safety. 

Minutes pass, you idle outside, taking in the scenery. There are flowers in fitted pots, already dry and dying. The fence that surrounds the house Joel and Ellie still looks put together, the paint scraping would indicate age but otherwise looks fine. There's a brown garage door off the side. You wonder if it stored any vehicles. 

Suddenly, Joel storms outside, making you jump. His otherwise stoic face has a sheen layer of pain, of apprehension, before you spotted a piece of paper in his hand. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, before he turns and crumples the paper. You stand to the side, nearing the gates, while Joel takes his time gathering himself. The urge to ask, to comfort, almost overwhelms you before he speaks. "Help me check the car,"

A key dangles in his hand, and you follow suit. He opens the garage door, and you move to the back of what looks like a covered car. Sure enough, once you and Joel pull the cover up, a blue pick-up comes into view. "Nice," you smooth your hand on the rear door. Then suddenly, a sharp bang from the front, Joel closes the engine harder than needed. You gulp.

Contemplation appears on Joel's face again. You didn't dare to move. His eyes search the room, until it lands on something out of your view, on top of a refrigerator. His eyes track down, then he stalks to said fridge and opens it. Seems like he finds what he was looking for and Joel closes it back.

“You can't come with us.”

“What?” It sounded small, way too small to your liking, until you realized it was your voice.

“We’re going to Wyoming, either way there’s no space for-”

“Please, Joel,” You find yourself leaning towards him, your knuckles white on the trunk of the car. “I don't- I have nowhere to go,” Joel opens his mouth to interject before you continue; “And I'm not asking to join you, and Ellie. I just…” You inhale sharply.

“Please let me go with you two, to Wyoming. Then just leave me there.” You blink the growing panic back down. “Just a ride. Then I'll be off your backs. I promise,” 

The man standing meters away from you, hand still firmly on the edge of the fridge, eyes dark and stone cold, ponders over your words. You can practically feel the consideration, the slight glance from him when he meets your eyes, before he turns to the door, then back to you. “Just a ride,”

“Just a ride. You have my word.”

Then, painstakingly slow, he nods then walks to exit the garage, making you exhale a relief breath. "Check the fuel, I'll go check on Ellie," 

You simply nodded as he exited the garage. You go and check the fuel from the meter inside the car first, then find it empty. For safety reasons, you think. So you check around the garage for any fuel canisters. You found a couple behind some boxes, so you pulled them out to ready them when Joel needs it.

You deem it enough snooping around so you return to the house, just in time to hear Ellie ask, "So what now?" 

You knock on the door lightly, to alert the two, and Ellie glances at you. You two share a look at Joel, before he huffs. “We grab what we can,” 

He passes you, taking note of your curiosity, before he goes through the house with you and Ellie in tow. He goes through a couple of rooms, before he pulls at a hatch and it gives in, a staircase leading to what you presume was a basement. 

Upon entering, the room is lit up with working LEDs. You and Ellie spotted the wall of guns first, you blowing a low whistle. “Ho-ly shit.” Ellie’s eyes were on the many firearms mounted neatly.

“This guy’s a genius,” She grins and looks around. Your hand reaches for a mounted shock gun, almost touching it, before you retreat when you hear Joel messing with the other things in the room. You noted a steady hum of music, something you could recognize but not pinpoint. Ellie turns to walk over to where Joel was looking at the monitors.

“Why was the music on?”

“If he didn't reset the countdown every few weeks,” His eyes went over something. “This playlist would run over the radios,”

“‘80s…” The two share a look of realization, you can visibly see Joel gulp.

“Grab some cans from over there,” Joel points behind him. “Nothin’ dented, or swollen,” He mainly points it out to Ellie as she moves, but his eyes linger on you so you also get moving.

“Dude,”

“No.” You turn around to spot Ellie standing near the wall of firearms. 

“There’s a wall of them,” And she’d be right, but Joel only fixed her a stare that made her nod in defeat, almost making you giggle. Joel goes back to the monitors while you and Ellie search through the cans.

You’ve emptied most of the top shelves, leaving the clearly dented ones, while Ellie picked apart the bottom half, looking at each label with fascination. Once you’ve got your pack full, you crouch near her when she looks at one with interest. 

“‘Chef Boyardee’,” You smile as she turns to you. “They got great taste,” 

“Is this what you all eat?” She asks both you and Joel as she turns to face him. “Like, before the infection thing,”

“Well, most foods weren't in cans, if that's what you’re asking,” You absentmindedly pick at one of the cans' labels, already peeling. “Big shops, grocery stores, would sell raw stuff so you can cook them,”

“Cook anything?” Her eyes gleam, making you huff out a chuckle. 

“Sure, as long as there's a recipe, I for one can't cook for shit,” She chuckles, before putting the can into her bag. As you and Ellie make your way upstairs, you pass Joel whose eyes soften as you let Ellie climb up first.

Ellie found a bag and she scurries off to shove toilet paper in it. You made your way into the bathroom to find the medicine cabinet fully stocked. “Fuck yeah,” 

You grab all that your arms can fit and run back to where Ellie was emptying the storage room. Setting all the medicine and emergency kit into the bag, you head back to look under the sink of the bathroom to find a couple of tampons and pads. Another victory. As you reach your hand into the cabinet, a roll of body tape falls out. Checking back to hear Ellie's busy with her work, you stuff the tape into your pocket and head out with the packs of pads and tampons.

Ellie looks up from where she’s hunched inside the storage area. “Hell yeah,” She nods as you stuff the packs into the bag.

Joel emerges from the bunker and heads upstairs just as you and Ellie finish filling up the bag. Ellie follows Joel and so do you, still contemplating what the girl is to Joel or who Joel is to Ellie. Though you shrug it off when Joel opens a door into a worn room, decorations vary on the walls but he beelines into, what you presume, is a closet. He opens it and looks around, clicking a light on, before he settles on a box and pulls it out, setting it on the bed.

The box is labeled ‘Women's shirt, SM-MED’ so Ellie looks through it. She pulls out a red shirt that she fits over her front to make sure, before she glances at you. You only nod in approval, giving her a thumbs up, making her grin and set the article aside.

Joel emerges with a box labeled ‘Long Sleeve Shirts’ and goes back in. You stood opposite of Ellie between the bed, hesitant to touch the box, before Ellie took it first and opened it. She notices your hovering hand and falters on the flaps. “Oh, you wanna take this one?”

“Those won't fit him,” Joel barks from inside the closet, almost making you jump. But instead, his tone is like poking fun at you, so you roll your eyes, huffing.  

“Haha, real funny man,” Your hand reaches back for the box Ellie was opening, before another box abruptly drops next to your hand, affectionately labeled ‘Mens shirt, SM-MED’.

“This could,” His eyes met yours before he ducks back into the closet. 

You stand, almost in shock, elevated from both relief and happiness as it blooms inside you. The box is still closed, sitting just far from you, and the label almost makes your eyes gloss. You swallow a heavy lump, before you notice Ellie's fleeting glance from you to the box, then back to you. “Go ahead dude, those would be way too big for me,” She shrugs.

And so you went through the box and picked out the articles you deemed good enough to fit your form. 

After sorting through the box of clothes, the three of you make your way into the garage. You stand near the door in order to not step in Joel's way while Ellie pokes around, but if you were being honest with yourself, you just wanted to admire the dynamic between Ellie and Joel. Joel has found an all-purpose charger, hooking it up to the car battery. After a minute, the charger begins to work as he surveys it. “Needs another hour,”

“They have hot water!” Ellie cheers as she turns on a faucet from the other end of the room. “I’m takin’ a shower,” She declares as she begins to make her way to where you're standing.

“Then you’re showering, cuz’ seriously,” She huffs, making a disgruntled face at Joel, which made you chuckle. Joel only deadpans as she moves past you. “You too!” She hauls back as she absentmindedly points in your direction.

That made both of your eyebrows shoot up, sputtering for an answer. Your eyes briefly meet Joels, a slight smirk tugging on his lips, before you yourself huffed out a laugh. “I should…” You falter, unable to think of an excuse, before jogging to join Ellie in the house.

Ellie finished her shower quickly, clad in the red shirt she picked and the long sleeves she must've taken out of the box. When she exits the room to find you waiting in the hallway, your pile of clothes a bit taller than her, and arches a brow. “A lot of layers,”

“I get cold easily,” You shrug, making her nod and promptly go downstairs. 

After making sure the door locks, you start to discard your tattered clothes, pulling out your hoodie to also discard it, sticky with grime and dirt. You carefully set your binder on the sink and finally relish the feeling of steady water beating down your body.

Once you’re dry with a towel hanging on your hips, you take out the body tape and fasten a makeshift binder, not too tight to avoid any mishaps. Your dirty binder has been washed under the faucet, so it's now wrung dry enough to be in a plastic bag and shoved into your pack. You put your hair in a towel wrap while you put on deodorant, then the clothes you picked out, zipping up the pants and fastening a belt around it. Pulling on the top, then a t-shirt over it, before a jacket to top it off. You pull off the towel from your hair, leaving it damp enough for it to dry in the wind.

As you walk to the door, a mirror stands just next to it. You spot your reflection, no longer with streaks of dried blood and dirt, hair array from days without proper cleaning. A man with deep eye bags but an otherwise put-together demeanor stares back. You smile, arranging your drying hair a bit, before exiting the room. 

You meet Ellie downstairs, looking around and touching the various items scattered about the still-warm house. You make your way to the dining table, and the unfinished food on the table makes a gnawing feeling in your gut appear. Not the rotting stench, but something significant happened here, if you could judge the wine glasses sat neatly next to each other, now supporting dust instead of its usual amber contents. You swallow down the feeling of what has happened and instead take a seat in the vacant area of the table, pointedly away from the rotting food. As Ellie paces around, you take out your book, flipping through the pages of various notes and entries you’ve written.

You pick out one dried lily you pressed months ago. “See? Dead flowers,” Ellie turns to you, before she spots the flower you’re holding and chuckles.

“There's a lot out front y’know,” She adds. You hum and nod, before returning back to your pages. 

Joel enters the house just as you turn a page. You smile, nodding to the stairs behind the dividing wall. “Showers all yours,” You said. He assesses you, taking a second too long which makes you break eye contact, our eyes back to your book, a steady heat growing on your face. Then he glances at Ellie before he nods and heads to the stairs. Ellie gives you a look once, twice, before she smirks and continues her poking. 

A couple of minutes passes, before you hear a sequence of steps, a muffled ‘oh shit’ maybe coming from Ellie, then you pick your head up from the deep pages and find Ellie standing in front of Joel, combed back curls, highlighting his steadily graying edges, beard shaved neatly, a fitting plaid t-shirt and dark jeans are what he picked from the box, it seems. “Well, don't you look pretty,”

“I agree,” Ellie joins before you can explode from the embarrassing compliment you sputter out. 

“Shut up,” Joel answers, throwing the deodorant you wore earlier into Ellie’s hands. You don't miss the tint of red on Joel's ears, highlighted by the sun coming from the front door. 

“Nice,” She begins to put it on, before you gape. 

“Wait, you didn't put it on?”

“What, I didn't see it!” She retorts, putting the cap back on. 

“Ellie, ew,” The girl throws the deodorant at you, which you caught easily, both of you giggling. 

“Come on you two,” Joel huffs from the door. Ellie quickly puts her pack on as you put your book inside yours, securing it on your back. 

You help Joel with the gear on the pick-ups tub, making sure it’s secured and putting the water-proof tarp over it. Joel and Ellie get in the car as you open the garage door, then slide in yourself into the back seat. Ellie’s eyes practically shine as she prods at the car's dashboard, pulling down the vanity mirror, then messing with the rearview before she pushes it, promptly displaying you in the backseat and Joel next to her.

“It’s your first time in a car?” He stares at the curious girl.

“It’s like a spaceship,” She answers, still in a trance as she prods at the AC flap. 

“No, it's like a piece of shit Chevy S10,” Joel’s answer makes you chuckle from the back seat, rearranging your pack. “But it’ll get us there, I think.”

“Seatbelt,” Ellie turns to Joel, a slight confusion in her eyes, before Joel sighs and pulls the belt over her then hands the rest to Ellie. “Seatbelt.”

She grins, then clicks the seatbelt in place. “So cool,”

You grin from where you’re sat, Joel spotting you from the rearview mirror, your eyes meet briefly which makes you duck your head, settle into the seat and promptly look out the window. Joel starts the car and it hums to life, you can feel the engine purring from the recharged battery and fuel. 

Ellie fumbles and opens the compartment under her, pulling out a cassette tape. Joel notices the girl grinning from what she found. “Would ya leave it,”

“Put it back. Ellie,” Joel's exasperated tone only spurs Ellie more as she slides it into the radio, already pressing play. Your grin matches Ellie's as a melody begins to fill the car, eyes on the various houses you pass. Ellie clearly doesn't recognize the song, her hand reaching for the stop or skip button, before Joel perks up.

“No, no, leave it. This is good,” He says, turning the car to where the gate is meters away. “This is Linda Ronstadt, y’know who Linda Ronstadt is?”

“You know I don't know who Linda Ronstadt is,” Her deadpan expression makes you chuckle, leaning into the comfy seat as you settle into the song. Joel, as if looking for support, spots you from the rearview and arches a brow. You only shrug with a smile on your lips, nodding. 

“Oh man,” Joel glances at the radio, the gate already in front of the car.

“Eh, it's better than nothing,” Ellie smiles, glancing out to the glowing fields, the evening sun already basking its shine on the earth. You sigh, entranced by the singer's voice, clearly to Joel's liking. He pushes the code for the gate and it opens. He puts the remote back, and advances forward, into the road in front.

—

It's been months since your first meeting with Joel and Ellie.

Now, settled into Jacksons easy living commune, you live just next door to Joels and Ellies.

You remembered when they both left some weeks ago, something about looking for a lab, but you didn't catch why. You remembered the way Ellie clung to you as they were getting ready to leave. She's grown fond of you, sharing the same humor and references, even if you’re still years older than her. So when her hands shook as it digs into your jacket, you pull her closer as well, letting her bury her head into the crook of your neck. Then you pressed a kiss on her forehead, mumbled ‘Stay safe,’ before she let go then headed to her horse. Then there was Joel.

Joel, who you were once scared of. Who you helped with gathering wood for the fire. Who you shared breakfast with the morning after leaving those houses. Who you caught smirking at Ellie's joke. Who you ran with when Wyoming went to shit. Who let you stay with him and Ellie without you asking, moving through that insane city until you found the brothers. Who you watched bury them when Sam turned. Who was the gracious ticket that let you into Jacksons. 

Whom you’ve grown feelings for. 

When he was about to leave, you were hesitant to touch him. Anything beyond a helping hand on his arm or shoulder was a breach, so you’ve always kept your hand to yourself. That's what you thought until Joel pulls you into him, almost pushing all of the oxygen out of you. You returned the embrace with equal strength, blinking away the worry gathering in your eyes. It lasted long enough before he pulled back and joined Ellie on the horse. The massive gates opened just slightly, before the two exits, unknown to you how long they’ll leave. Or if they’ll even come back.

But they did, with the two closer than ever.

Now, the three of you simply live in Jacksons. A shout away from each other. Sometimes Ellie would come by, unannounced of course, and hang on your couch while you do chores. Sometimes she’ll look around your collection of books that you salvaged from each import of stuff every month. She’ll find something that interests her and borrow it, bringing it back to her house. On the rare chance that you cook, she’ll stay to eat, asking if you made the food yourself or if it came from a recipe. You'd bat at her arm, saying ‘Of course it’s from a recipe Ellie, y’know I’ll burn the house down.’ And she'll laugh.

Sometimes she brings Joel over. He stays for coffee while Ellie is busy with something. Sometimes you two talk, about something or nothing. About the on-goings of Jacksons. About your shift at the community school and theater. About his shifts on patrols and fixing up old buildings for repurposes. Sometimes just to sit and drink, basking in the pure joy of watching Ellie scuttle around, finding things of interest, and asking you questions about your latest project. Those times are when he’ll shuffle closer, hesitant near your lax stance as you laugh at what Ellie said. He’ll put his cup down and carefully, oh so slowly, brush his hands against yours, and you’ll blink, red steadily growing up your neck. You smile then, relaxing your hand, letting Joel set the pace. Then finally, in the privacy of your house, between Joel and you, he laces his fingers with yours, the warmth of his hands burns yours. But you endure, even welcoming his slightly shaking hold, and you’ll squeeze tight. You turn your head to meet Joel's dark browns, the creases on the side of his eyes dent slightly as he smiles, and you smile too, dropping your head to his broad shoulder. 

Then Ellie would look at your entwined hands and scoff. “That's so gay,” 

Joel would immediately cross his arms while he retorts that she is also gay, and Ellie would quip back another snarky response. You’d laugh, holding your middle and trying not to stumble from where you stand. 

Requests are open

[film-in-my-soul]

Gaon: “Why would you keep this from me?” (thank you for doing this! your fills are lovely)

(Okay soooo I got nearly 3k into this when I realized you specified for Gaon to being saying the line and I’m just gonna be real, didn’t happen that way TT^TT I’m sorry and I hope you like what I wrote for your prompt anyway. Also not me forgetting that there’s really no good way to end this kind of fic without it being hella trope-heavy and cringe. Apologies for any ooc confessions .-.)

Mature - Non-Explicit - Hanahaki - Happy Ending

Ga-on groans as his lower back hits the entryway table but not from the discomfort of the edge pushing into his spine. Instead, his sounds are from the way Yo-han is slotted against him, large hands, warm and insistent as he rucks up the bottom of Ga-on’s shirt. Yo-han’s fingers stroke the skin of Ga-on’s waist, his mouth a brand on the side of the younger's throat. It makes Ga-on shiver and twists his own fingers into the softness of Yo-han’s hair, urging him impossibly closer.

Yo-han slips a thigh between Ga-on’s legs and it causes Ga-on’s grip to tighten, pulling. The other seems not to mind as it earns him a growl and inspires more fervent attention on whatever skin Yo-han can reach.

They linger in the hall, making out like horny teenagers against the table, until the pressure between their groins, sweet with pleasure but torturous at the same time, gets to be too much. Ga-on is lifted from the ground by his hips. He gasps, the arousal from the act sparking down his spine. It’s ridiculously hot, the way that Yo-han can carry him to the master bedroom like he weighs nothing.

He can’t mentally follow the path to the bed, not with the way Yo-han is squeezing him and pausing any chance he gets to brace Ga-on against a flat surface and steal his breath with more kisses. Eventually, his back does hit the mattress though and Ga-on has a chance to sink back into himself while Yo-han hovers above him, staring down like Ga-on is something to be studied with his eyes and his body.

It’s electrifying, more so when Yo-han’s hands reach for Ga-on’s collar and starts popping each button slowly, one after another, pushing the sides apart, exposing more and more of Ga-on to be stared at.

After his shirt is off and Yo-han is as well, Ga-on turns back into a blur of pleasure and loses himself to the man intent on taking him apart.

Hours later, when Ga-on wakes up, there’s a strong arm around his middle, holding him flush against Yo-han’s similarly naked body and Ga-on’s brain spins so fast, working to compartmentalize this new reality that it makes him dizzy.

They’d dropped Elijah off at her physical therapy, an overnight evaluation, and left with the whole day ahead of them. Yo-han, eager, or as eager as Yo-han could seem, had detoured them to a small market street fifteen minutes from the Kang’s residence.

Ever since Ga-on had landed in Switzerland the both of them had been adamant about not letting him stay inside too much, showing him around the city even when he’d rather just relax in the reading room with Yo-han working and Elijah studying at his side. He’s only in the country for a short break, Elijah growing more instant in her emails that he’d needed to come and see them, or she’d hate him forever.

It had only taken one hesitant conversation with Yo-han, nervous that the older man, who’d only recently been receptive to speaking with him for the plane ticket to be arranged.

Ga-on hadn’t expected it to feel so easy, so right, to slip into their lives again, even if only for a brief few weeks.

Yo-han had dragged him around the stalls, pushing different snacks into his hands and buying things that Ga-on was sure they didn’t need. Yo-han had insisted that Elijah would be able to tell they’d stopped at the market and if they returned empty-handed, she’d likely throw a fit. Ga-on just laughed, able to see it in his mind's eye, and allowed himself to be pulled around for longer, arms laden with their shopping bags since Yo-han had paid.

After an early dinner, dropping their things off at the car, Yo-han had proposed a walk and without Ga-on’s prompting, upon passing a gelato cart, bought a small cup for them both to enjoy as they relaxed.

Ga-on needed to hide his smile into his sleeve and his cough as well. The ice cream helped to ease the slight burn in his throat. It only took a lap around the nearby park from where Yo-han’s SUV was for the sun to start setting and casting everything in a soft glow.

They’d made a final circuit, Ga-on’s ice cream melting, when Yo-han broke the comfortable silence.

“So, how are you finding your forced vacation?” Ga-on laughed and shook his head.

“It’s nice, you and Elijah are spoiling me.” He looked over to Yo-han and remembers feeling his breath catch uncomfortably. Yo-han had already been looking at him, hands in his pockets, soft in his cardigan with his hair loose over his forehead. The remaining sun had made his eyes glow. It was clear by Yo-han’s expression that he’d been fully aware of what he and his niece were doing. Ga-on had felt a tightness in his chest that was equal parts warm and sharp. He choked down a cough by shoving his last spoonful of gelato into his mouth.

Yo-han, apparently amused by the action, rolled his eyes and stopped their walk with a hand on the crook of Ga-on’s elbow. Suddenly alarmed, worried he’s somehow given himself away, Ga-on swallowed.

“What-” the question died in Ga-on’s throat as Yo-han trailed his hand from Ga-on’s arm up to the slide of his face, cupping his cheek. The tightness in Ga-on’s chest was a vice grip that only grew tighter the longer the contact had lingered, and Ga-on wondered if the strain of his body was noticeable as Yo-han swiped his thumb at the corner of Ga-on’s mouth. When he pulled his hand away, Ga-on had to fight the urge to chase after Yo-han’s callused palm and instead focused on the smudge of cream that had been collected from his lips.

“Once a baby deer always a baby deer it seems.” Yo-han was still all soft amusement like he couldn’t tell that Ga-on was on the verge of losing his mind even when Ga-on knew that the older could. Yo-han had always been able to read him, or at the very least he could navigate around Ga-on, keeping him right on the edge of his patience.

Ga-on, chest on fire, pressure in the back of his throat, at that moment, had run out. Then, when Yo-han smirked, so physically close, and brought his thumb up to lick the melted ice cream off like it was nothing, he’d snapped.

Something tickled at the back of Ga-on’s throat and there had been a terrifying second where he thought his secret would expose itself with an uncontrollable cough. He used that fear to justify surging forward and kissing the other man, tasting vanilla when Yo-han’s lips parted to meet him with the same amount of fervor. When they’d parted, Yo-han’s hand was back on his cheek, Ga-on holding on to the front of his cardigan, their foreheads touching.

The drive back home only took ten minutes.

Now, Ga-on is laying in the aftermath of his split-second break in composure. A smile curls onto his lips and he’s just about to sink into the warmth of Yo-han’s body when an uncomfortable pressure builds in the back of his throat. Ga-on tries, clenching his teeth together, to stifle the cough and instead feels himself choke. With a full-body spasm, he forces himself up from the bed, trying his hardest not to stir Yo-han as he moves his arm.

Rushing to the bathroom and locking the door behind himself, Ga-on manages to open the lid of the toilet right as his knees give out. The damned petals and blood spill into the basin with hacking he tries to quiet.

Purple-pink petals matted with blood and saliva hit the water and float, mocking him. Apparently, the pleasure of Yo-han’s attention is no longer strong enough to hold back the truth of Ga-on situation. He is in love. Unrequited and, for them, appropriately deadly.

In the moment, Ga-on had been able to trick himself he supposes, that a kiss had been more than a kiss, that the bruises Ga-on can feel littering his skin were promises, claims. He could pretend that when Yo-han was whispering words into the shell of his ear as he took him apart not hours ago. That he was telling Ga-on he loved him.

More petals force their way up Ga-on’s esophagus, and he tries his hardest not to retch too loudly as the taste of iron coats his tongue.

The first time the petals had shown up was during a facetime call with Elijah. They’d been talking about something silly, a show she shouldn’t have watched but Ga-on knew about, when, like a phantom, Kang Yo-han had passed by in the background.

Ga-on remembers it seeming like time had slowed, eyes immediately tracking the movement, taking in every new thing he could about the other man. Had his hair grown a bit? Was there less tension in his shoulders? He was there and gone before those questions could really be answered.

Elijah had rolled her eyes.

“He’s trying to be casual since he doesn’t know how to act like an adult apparently.”

Ga-on had felt something in the back of his throat and when he’d tried to clear it, assuring Elijah that he understood Yo-han’s hesitance to reopen direct lines of communication with him, he’d ended up getting locked in a coughing fit instead. 

He had been able to recognize that Elijah, on the other end of the phone, was still talking, but Ga-on, staring down into his palm, couldn’t make out the words past the static building in his ears. There was a petal in his hand, small and shiny with his spit.

Ga-on had forced the panic down and managed to smile, making some off-handed comment about seasonal cases of flu and forcing the conversation to move on.

After he’d gotten off the phone with the young girl, he’d promptly had a panic attack and then dealt with it. And by dealing with it, he’d mostly gone about pretending there weren’t roots growing in his chest. A month later, when Yo-han had called him out of the blue, Ga-on had spat up not only the water he’d been drinking but a handful of petals as well.

He’d known for sure since then, what was in store. He just hadn’t expected it to develop so fast.

Ga-on splashes water on his face before making sure no evidence of the flowers has remained. There’s nothing he can see and a bit calmer, Ga-on grabs the mouthwash off the side of the counter just as Yo-han knocks on the bathroom door. Feeling his stomach swoop and a cough reflectively try to start up, Ga-on, mouth still full of Listerine, takes a moment to collect himself.

Yo-han leans against the doorframe, sweatpants slung low on his hips, chest bared once Ga-on unlatches the lock and opens the door. He’s glad that Yo-han apparently keeps an endless supply of silk lounge robes around his home, there had been one on the back of the bathroom door and Ga-on had slipped it on. It’s thin but Ga-on is glad to have a bit of modesty even if, with the way Yo-han looks at him, he feels just as naked as before.

“I woke up and you were gone,” Yo-han doesn’t say it as a question, nor a criticism, it’s a fact that demands an explanation. Ga-on spits the mouthwash and is thankful that it’s not pink with blood.

He does his best to smile, even as he can feel a petal stuck in the back of his throat.

“I woke up gross, wanted to take a shower.” There’s only a slight strain to his voice that could be blamed on sleep and his words aren’t completely untrue, he does still feel a lingering stickiness on his skin that sex always leaves.

Yo-han smirks, stalking forward into the bathroom, and Ga-on’s breath catches. He cages Ga-on against the sink, a hand sliding down the open v of the robe, leaving a trail of heat in the wake of the pressure.

“Did I not clean you up well enough?” Yo-han ghosts the words against the shell of Ga-on’s ear and the younger goes weak in the knees, flushing. Yo-han, after he’d thoroughly fucked Ga-on into the mattress, had taken a handful of minutes to carefully wipe him down with a damp towel. Yo-han’s hand continues lower and then under the loosely tied belt holding the robe together. Ga-on’s eyes slip closed as he gasps. “Let me try again, Ga-on-ah…”

They linger for a long time under the shower, clean, dirty, then clean again, until the water grows cold.

Ga-on spends the last week of his time with the Kang’s making them breakfast, playing games, and losing against both of them, while stealing kisses or quick orgasms when he and Yo-han can find the time away from Elijah, and vomiting up sweet pea petals and blood until the silk of the leaf turns into whole bloom and stems. He takes the pain it brings. Ga-on gives himself this half-fulfilled wish, indulging in what can only, at the end of the day, be some perverse summer fling, spurred on by proximity and unresolved tension…

It’s worth the hurt it earns him.

When it gets worse to the point that he almost can’t hide it, Ga-on manages to convince Yo-han that the reason his voice seems so scratched is a cold coming on. He has to make strategic escapes to the restroom in order to spill the evidence of his love down the drain.

As the hours tick down to Ga-on’s departure, the coughing fits get to a level he’s yet to have experienced previously. With Yo-han coming into his space more frequently, kissing his cheek, sliding up behind him to wrap Ga-on in his arms, and whispering words so low that Elijah, as she rolls around with disgust on her face but fondness in her eyes, can’t hear, it only exasperates his condition. The little moments of tenderness twist Ga-on’s heart and take his emotions on a rollercoaster ride that only ends up clogging his throat.

He’s packing his suitcase, double-checking he hasn’t left anything behind or given into the urge to stow away with something that doesn’t belong to him when he hears Yo-han stepping up behind him like he’s done countless times since the morning. Strong arms wrap around his waist, and even though Ga-on feels tension building against his ribs, he relaxes into the embrace. There’s a pair of lips pressing butterfly kisses on the nape of Ga-on’s neck and, raising a hand to rest over Yo-han’s, he lets out a shuddering breath.

They stand together like that for a countless number of minutes, and Ga-on thinks he can manage the flowers desperate to crawl up his throat, that is, until Yo-han shifts a hand to interlock their fingers and presses a kiss behind his ear.

“Stay.”

Ga-on’s entire body freezes.

There’s a beat where Ga-on thinks he might have misheard, but then his stomach rolls and there’s a pain in his lungs so sharp it leaves him gaping.

Mouth open, Ga-on knows there’s no stopping the downpour of flowers that are coming as he starts to heave. He still tries to get away from Yo-han, untangling their fingers and pushing away to get to the guest room's bathroom, the other man hot on his heels, asking what’s wrong as he follows. Ga-on can’t think past the burning in his chest and throat as he doubles over, just short of the toilet.

There’s no running away from the full blooms of sweat pea and primrose that spill over his hands, blood and saliva mixing with them. Ga-on knows that Yo-han registers exactly what they are by the way he goes deathly silent, crouched beside him without touching.

After his knees and the tiled floor are littered with flowers, Ga-on thinks the worst is over until he tries to suck in a deep breath only for his chest to seize and his next exhale is filled with green stems that scrape his insides raw.

Once the episode is over, petals stuck to his lips and chin, tears streaking down his cheeks, Ga-on is shaking and exhausted. There’s a hesitant touch to his shoulder and Ga-on can’t stop himself, even if he knows he should shift away, from swaying into Yo-han’s sturdy chest.

“Ga-on-ah?” Yo-han says his name like a question and it’s a struggle for Ga-on not to sob as Yo-han’s hand rests against his head, carding through his hair.

He gives Ga-on a few moments to calm down, at least until he’s no longer trembling and able to clean his face of petals, blood, and tears. They lapse into uncomfortable silence, Ga-on no longer leaning against the other man, looking down at the evidence of his affliction in shame.

“Why would you keep this from me?” There’s no accusation in the question but Ga-on knows, can see it in the pinch of Yo-han’s mouth when he does look back at the other man that he is mad. Ga-on doesn’t think that the frustration is only directed toward him.

“I…” Ga-on winces at the word grates on his fried vocal cords. “I thought it would be easier.” Yo-han’s expression only sours further.

There’s another lengthy pause, Yo-han clearly collecting himself before sighing deeply. It makes Ga-on feel worse somehow, how resigned the other man seems.

“Is it…” Yo-han doesn’t finish the question but Ga-on can fill in the blank himself, and suddenly it’s not the roots that are sparking heat in his chest but anger.

“It’s not Soo-hyun, how- it’s been almost a year Yo-han,” indignation floods his tone, and given the last few days they’ve spent practically wrapped around each other, there’s disbelief too. Ga-on takes a breath and chokes back a cough, settling himself. “How could it be anyone but you?”

Yo-han seems to deflate and Ga-on doesn’t understand the reaction until Yo-han reaches forward, hesitant in a way that the younger isn’t used to. His palm is warm, and it hurts Ga-on as much as it makes him feel at ease as he presses it against Ga-on’s chest. Ga-on feels another wave of flowers desperate to escape his lungs.

“Then I don’t understand.” Neither does Ga-on, but Yo-han continues, shifting to cup Ga-on’s face with both hands, expression something tragic. Ga-on hasn’t seen him look like this since the night Ga-on had gone to kill him, to betray him for the last time. “Have I not shown you enough, how you mean to me? The place you hold in my life and in my heart? Is it that you can’t believe someone like me could return those sentiments for you or do you need me to say the words for you to understand that you have my affection, my love?”

Ga-on feels like he’s slack-jawed, reaching up to clutch at Yo-han’s hands still on his face, now thumbing away the tears that are falling. Ga-on hiccups on a laugh.

“You’re so dramatic.” His reaction earns a chuckle from Yo-han as well.

“You’re the one dying by floral asphyxiation because you can’t connect the obvious dots and I’m the one who’s being dramatic? Didn’t I train you better than that?” Ga-on can’t help the relieved, almost hysterical laughter that starts, but his body has other ideas and almost immediately the laugh is cut off by a horrible press at the back of his throat.

Ga-on gasps for air and spasm in pain. Yo-han immediately shifts to rub at Ga-on’s back, large palm a welcomed comfort as Ga-on throws up the largest number of flowers and stems yet, the plants dropping heavy into his lap and not easing up. Ga-on cries through the episode. He thinks he hears Yo-han muttering soft and encouraging words to him but over the rush of blood in his ears, he can’t make out more than the tone.

Just when he’s sure that it will go on forever until Ga-on is just a fountain of ruined blooms for the rest of his life, there’s one final, agonizing retch, and it’s not only petals that come up but tangled roots matted with what can only be clots of blood and the remaining flowers that had been trapped inside his body.

Once it’s over and Ga-on finishes spitting up the blood he can’t force himself to swallow, he slumps over for Yo-han to catch, eyes half-lidded.

“See,” Yo-han starts, a worried waver in his voice. “Dramatic.”

Ga-on attempts a half-hearted snort but he’s not sure it has the effect he wants; it hardly matters.

“I hope you know I’m not giving you an option anymore. You’re staying now.” Yo-han is stroking through his hair again and Ga-on nods in agreement.

The roots in his lungs might be gone now, but he’s sure they’ve only been replaced with more permanent, much more desirable ones instead.

Thank you for reading.

MASTERLIST

[absolutelyfizzing]

potions class confessions (james potter x reader)

description - Reader is a potions natural and she gets paired up with James in class. While trying to make conversation they both let it slip that they might have a crush on each other. oops?

word count - about 1800

warning - Fluff!! avoidance and awkwardness, James being maybe a little shy ooc. Reader is a badass. House not specified but non Gryffindor is implied. Some negative self talk. There is also wolfstar!

MASTERLIST

Potions was by far your favorite class. The professor loved you and you had it with Gryffindor. This meant that you got to see him. James Potter. The golden boy of his year. You knew he was probably out of your league but you were pretty badass as well if you did say so yourself. You had top marks and were the seeker of Y/H. You were also widely liked, even though you weren't as loud or outspoken as the troublesome group of four in Gryffindor house. Your attention was drawn to your professor when he began to call out partners for the next couple weeks of the course. Your heart nearly stopped when he said you would be partners with none other than James Potter. Your heart picked up speed. You had a crush on the boy but you knew he was deeply infatuated with the beautiful Lily Evans of his own house. You knew better than to try to compete.

You looked over to where he sat with his friends and they were all giving him looks and shoving his shoulders. You thought they might be making fun of him for having to be partnered with you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. He looked over and you made eye contact. Both of you looked away as quickly as possible and your cheeks darkened in color.

By the middle of class you had all migrated into your potion pairs and your assignment was to make a very simple healing potion that you could make in your sleep. It was more for practice than anything else. You hadn't spoken a word to James and he seemed unusually quiet. You had a suspicion that he didn't like you. He got pretty quiet whenever you were around and he sometimes would even leave the room when you entered. You didn't know why he didn't like you but you pressed on. And your crush persisted nonetheless.

"Quit staring at me, you're making me nervous." You mumbled as you began pouring in ingredients but you could feel his gaze on the side of your head.

You didn't look up when you heard him mutter a small, "Sorry." It was a short response and your heart sped up a bit at even the sound of his voice. Oh you were whipped and he wouldn't even talk to you.

"Do you wanna do this next part? You should participate if you want full marks on the assignment but I can keep going if you want me to." You offered, finally looking up at him. He was taller than you but his eyes were piercing. You held the spoon out a bit for him to take if he wanted and he smiled a bit at you before grabbing it. His hand brushing against yours had your heart fluttering and you thought you might just throw up. You both stared at the potion as James began to stir and he counted his rotations. When he got to 20 you threw something else in and he began to stir again, counting to 20 again. It was a bit tedious and ridiculously quiet.

"So, are you looking forward to the match tomorrow?" you tried to find a common discussion topic. He smiled a bit and took the spoon out of the cauldron. You looked to the clock and began the countdown of 5 minutes for the potion to sit before the next step.

"I'm very much looking forward to it. We are for sure gonna beat Y/H" he looked over at you slyly. You gasped dramatically.

"How dare you! I will have you know that I have caught the snitch in every match this year but one and that was because your beater hit me early in the game. I will be beating you tomorrow." You smirked. He looked at you with amusement in his eyes and he giggled a bit. He wasn't nearly as cocky alone as he was in large crowds.

"You're probably right. Our seeker is a bloody dud and it's unfair that we have to deal with him while Y/H has you, you're the best seeker Hogwarts has had in 50 years." He smiled at you, his volume matching yours, louder than your previous murmurs. You blushed under his gaze and under the praise that you hadn't expected. You thought he would tease you back instead of showering you with compliments.

"Flattery wont make me go easier on you, Potter. I'm still going to beat Gryffindor." you smiled., trying to bring the teasing back before the conversation got too serious and you revealed something you weren't supposed to. His eyes sparked at you and he smiled for a second longer before breaking your eye contact and chuckling.

"It was worth a try." He grinned, "You know, Remus was jealous I got to be your potions partner cause you're such a genius in potions and he's got to deal with stumble-y over there. " he nodded over to where you could see Remus trying to corral Sirius away from their cauldron as Sirius was a bit notorious for dropping things that happened to cause explosions. You laughed and blushed at the compliment.

"You do just fine on your own but thank you." You tried to calm your heart rate a bit. "Are they dating?" you questioned genuinely, still gazing at the duo across the room. You had seen them in the halls standing a bit close for friends and you thought you saw them holding hands once. James smiled like he was remembering something fondly and shakes his head.

"Not yet." he said simply. You quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly. "They've both got massive crushes on each other but refuse to see it. They'll figure it out eventually but for now its just endless flirting and it is downright exhausting." He said but all with a smile on his face, never an ounce of annoyance in his voice. "Have you had anyone catch your eye yet? I cant believe you aren't dating anyone." He continued to make conversation.

"I've thought about a few guys but the ones I like aren't the ones that like me." You tried to say lightly, avoiding eye contact with James. "But thats no big deal, I've got bigger things to worry about than who wants to take me to Hogsmeade next weekend or who's going to pick me up on the quidditch pitch when I've won that match tomorrow." You joked but James didn't really laugh.

"I want to." He looked at you before the timer you had set went off. Before you could say anything he started asking questions about what was next and you quickly threw the right ingredient in and stirred it three times. You raised your hand to call the professor over and while you were explaining your work you could feel James fidgeting behind you. The professor told you to sit tight the rest of class as you had finished early and you nodded at him before turning back to James.

"Are you pranking me or something?" You questioned lightly, already slightly upset that he would joke about something that you didn't want to joke about. You saw him look up into your eyes and furrow his eyebrows at you.

"No I'm not pranking you, why would you ask me that?" he asked, concern filled his voice. You looked down again and felt your heart pick up, your eyes stinging.

"Its just that I know that you have a think for Evans and I didn't know if you were kidding a second ago." you relied honestly. You felt a hand on yours before your pinkie was linked with his.

"I'm not pranking you. And I don't actually like Evans. I mean she's one of my best friends but me being in love with her was a rumor Sirius started as revenge for me telling Remus he liked him. I've.." He sighed a bit, "I've had a crush on you for a few years now actually." he looked sad. You moved so you were fully holding his hand and you squeezed.

"Look, if you're serious then I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you, I've liked you for a significant amount of time, I just don't want you to feel like you have to cause you pity me or something." you mumbled the last part. James looked at you inquisitively.

"Why would I pity you? As I've said you're the best seeker I've ever seen at Hogwarts and you can properly kick my ass in any class we happen to be in. And I promise I'm only half trying to get you to go easy on the match tomorrow." you smiled at the end and you chuckled a bit.

"Okay then, will you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" You questioned, a bit more sure of yourself.

"Of course I will. I was also hoping I could steal a tie or two so I can properly represent when i'm at your matches. When you aren't actively crushing my team, that is." he smiled and your heart soared.

"I guess we will have to make a trade." you smiled and as soon as class let out you walked hand in hand into the corridor.

"Finally! Took you long enough, mate." you heard the voice of the raven haired boy behind you as he stood rather close to his not-yet-boyfriend. He pushed James a bit in the shoulder and held his hand out to Remus. Remus sighed and handed him a galleon.

"You couldn't have waited to make it official until the Hogsmeade trip? You've just cost me a galleon." he teased and you both laughed a bit.

"You should have let me in on the bet before hand and I could have kept it professional for another week." you smiled and James pushed you a bit from the side and you all laughed.

You looked over at him and his smile was so wide it made his eyes nearly close. You took a deep breath as you finished laughing and you started to pull him toward the dining hall where you were planning on getting dinner. His hand left yours and instead snaked up to you head so he could push your hair to press a kiss to the side of your head and you blushed deeply. You couldn’t have cared less when you heard a gagging sound behind you from the best friends of the man you hoped to be with for a longtime.

[moscnios]

                                             SOUL ━ﾞ

⁺◟   CHARACTERS . . .           kujo jotaro           fem!reader

⁺◟   GENRE . . .           au           angst           fluff           oneshot

⁺◟   SYNOPSIS . . .           the orphaned vampire prince of the           joestar kingdom, jotaro spends his           days alone in the castle that used           to belong to the family that was taken           away from him in his youth by humans.           but one day he meets a human woman           who will change him forever.

⁺◟   CONTENT WARNINGS . . .           mentions of death ‘ a bit of ooc jotaro tbh

⁺◟   WORD COUNT . . .           2.5k.

⁺◟   COMMENTARY . . .           this wasn’t the request word for word           per say but i started writing and i couldn’t           stop. so i really hope you enjoy this one.

A light nightly wind slipped through the dark green leaves of the tall trees of the forest. The wind’s whisper was soft and distant, but it could be heard many miles away through the heightened sense of hearing of one being.

Through the chilly winds was another being that interrupted its flow. Its flight was as silent as the dead, as it inched closer and closer to the castle that sat in the middle of the dark forest. Its bright yellow eyes were all that could be seen.

The lanterns placed at the entrance of the castle had revealed the creature. A gray-brown great horned owl flying up to one of the high balconies, perching itself on the shoulder of a dark-haired man who had leaned against the railing.

The man took a long drag from the oddly-colored pipe in his hand, letting the smoke out through his mouth, partially revealing sharp fangs. He opened his eyes, revealing the irises. His irises were blue-green, blood-red had glossed over them in the moonlight from above.

He hummed lowly, staring at the moon.

Tomorrow was the day.

The night the moon would be its fullest.

The night he would bind his immortal dark soul, to the mortal, pure soul of the woman he had come to love.

If you had told him he would be marrying a mortal woman one day, he'd probably kill you where you stood. But when she washed up on the gates of his castle two years ago, bruised and battered with no place to go, his life changed forever.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” The young maiden’s voice’s reached his ears from across the room. She stood, terrified in the corner of the cold room with a glass shard in her hand dressed in old linen he could not fit anymore, as opposed to the bloodied rags she showed up on his doorstep with.

He gave her the change of clothes to not only protect her but to control his vampiric urges.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew who he was, rather what he was. It had dawned on her the moment she found what she assumed abandoned castle in the middle of the forest.

It was clear as night. She had heard the many tales of what lurked deep in the unexplored forest. Ferocious beasts that were taller than man, demon children of the devil, witches of the elements, and bloodthirsty vampires. The red irises that pierced through the darkness of the night he took her by the throat did not fool anybody.

He was a vampire. But not just any vampire.

Prince Kujo Jotaro, the last prince of the Joestar bloodline.

She had heard the tale over and over again through her childhood of the tragedy of the Joestar bloodline and their kingdom from almost a millennium ago. How the kingdom had fallen apart. How its citizens and the Joestars themselves had met their end. How only one remained. Or at least that is what she believed the story had been.

“Would you have preferred me to?” He answered her question with another question.

It was the first time she heard him speak since she had taken shelter unwillingly in his abode. His voice was monotone, uncaring of anything.

Though the truth was, he was unsure. He had been asking himself the same question since he brought her in, checking up on her the past few days, controlling his bloodlust to tend to her wounds and care for them the best he could.

She was a walking blood bank for the taking. She practically plopped down at his feet. Her intoxicating humanly scent, the blood rushing through her veins, her pounding heart. She was just the perfect catch to sink his fangs into and drain the precious life she clung so dearly to as she struggled in his grasp as he had done other victims.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Though she feared him, she stood her ground. She wasn’t going down without a fight, made apparent by the glass shard she held in her hand toward him. Even if she had no chance, she still wanted to attempt to make it out of here alive.

“What is your name?”

She didn’t say, rather firing out an insult.

Her words had begun to irritate him. With a blink of an eye, he stood in front of her. With no time to react, he removed the glass shard she held pushed her further into the corner, entrapping her with the weight of his body. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to run.

Had this been the end?

Jotaro had leaned down, near the shell of her ear. He whispered, “Do you fear me?” He lowered his head further, as she gulped shallowly preparing for her end. She could feel his lips ghosting over the skin of her neck, breath sending chills down her spine.

“N-n-no!” She stuttered out, lying to both herself and him.

He pulled himself away from her as if nothing happened, leaving her out of breath and confused. With that, he had left her. The door was wide open for her to escape, to which she had done. She didn’t spare him a second glance she ran out of his castle back into the forest.

She had nowhere to call her home, but she couldn’t stick around and be the meal of a vampire.

But alas her escape was cut short. Tripping over a large tree root, right into the clutches of a tall blonde man who had lurked in the shadows with those similar red eyes to Jotaro’s. Just her luck to run from one vampire into the hands of another one.

He had done this on purpose. He set her up!

( y/n ) backed into the tree, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“A young, beautiful maiden all alone in these parts of the forest? It’s dangerous out here. Are you lost, little one?” He grinned.

The pet name sent chills down her spine, but not in the way Jotaro’s breath did. This was viler, more disgusting. She hated this feeling, this gross feeling he had on her.

She took in his face, he was quite breath-taking. He was sculpted by the devil himself, dressed in the finest fabrics.

He inched closer to her, as she scooted back further.

“Don’t fear me, little one. I just would—”

She backed into a figure, one that did not feel like a tree. One that felt like strong legs.

“Dio.”

That voice. He had come back, standing right above her.

Jotaro.

“Oh come on, Jotaro. I’m sure you can share your company. Only for a little bite,” The one named Dio suggested with a wink followed by him licking his lips.

Jotaro had reached down, pulling ( y/n ) up to her feet by the back of the shirt she wore. He ushered her behind him, a protective hand placed high on her waist. His touch startled and confused her. Did he not send her to her own death by this man? Was he really trying to save her? Why?

“Jotaro, protecting a mere human?” Dio laughed hysterically. “You Joestars with your human affairs. You would think you’d hate every last one of them after what happened to your poor family before your young eyes, Jotaro. Humans are not our friends. They lie about us, they harm us, they hate us, they fear us.”

“She does not fear me,” He defended. His voice was still flat, void of emotion, but his hand had seemed too tight on her waist for a brief moment as if he was giving her a reassuring squeeze.

A squeeze that was meant to put her at ease and let go of the worries that clouded her mind. A squeeze that was meant to make her trust his words. A squeeze that was meant to show this was his fight. The sudden squeeze was different from earlier when he towered over her in his castle. She did not feel like a helpless doe, rather protected and guarded by the vampire of tall stature.

But his touch was as gone as fast as it had come. He removed his hand from her waist, returning it to his side. It left her with an emptiness that was unexplainable.

“Run,” He whispered to her.

“W-What? But I—”

His eyes hardened, as he looked over his shoulder to her, “If you don’t have a damn soul you care about in this world, then stay here and die! So be it! But if there is one soul, just one soul you want to see again, then you run and you don’t look back.”

One soul?

Not a single one had come to mind. She was alone, without anyone to care for. When she landed at his doorstep, she had been abandoned, left to die.

Those bruises she wore were nothing done by the forest or any beast known to man. Those bruises were caused by the hands of other humans. By the souls who were supposed to be her family.

So there was not a single mortal soul she cared about in this earth, this harsh realm that spared no one. She barely found the strength to care about her own. But there had been a new soul she wondered about.

The immortal, impure soul of the man that stood in between her and her fate.

An evil that stood in the way of another evil.

“What about you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth. He was a strong man, she was sure he could take care of him. Not that she even cared, at least she believed so. But he was the only soul who had shown her such kindness through his own harsh way. But it was kindness nevertheless.

He hadn’t answered her question with words, leaving her with a telling silence.

He didn’t plan on seeing her again. Not that he even believed he would if she made it out of there in time. Nor did he believe he deserved to see her again. He didn’t plan on making it out of this battle alive.

This was his judgment day and he embraced it with open arms.

“I’m sorry...” She muttered out. She turned on her heel, running away from the scene. Her mind has called her a coward. There wasn’t much she could do now. She was mortal, she couldn’t stop a fight between the supernatural even if she wanted.

Her feet came to a sudden halt as a loud groan, followed by a hard thump among the commotion behind her sounded.

She had done what she told him she wouldn’t do. The action that would change her life forever.

She looked back.

Her ( e/c ) eyes had met a scene she could barely make out from her distance, but it was clear who the current winner had been.

Dio held a battered Jotaro up by his throat. He did not struggle, he did not fight, he had just accepted his loss. Though another competitor had made itself apparent before her unbeknownst to the two other fighters.

The sunlight.

Her feet had moved on their own, right back to them. She had no clear plan, but her goal was clear. To save Jotaro from perishing in the sunlight. Even he didn’t understand what her plan was at first, until she collided with him roughly, shielding his body the best she could from the bright rays of the morning.

“What are you—! You…harlot!”

A horrific screech filled their ears until it faded into nothingness.

“You came back and…saved me. Why?”

“The same reason you didn’t kill me the night you found me.”

He didn’t understand what he had done to earn her care. After the battle, she shielded him from the light, making it back into the darkness of his castle where light could not shine through. The wounds he sustained were life-threatening, making it hard for him to move.

He expected his sins had caught up to him, expecting he had finally reached the end of his days. Jotaro closed his eyes for what he believed would be the last time and drifted into a deep slumber.

Alas, his slumber did not last forever. He arose in a cool sweat, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as he looked around the familiar bedroom he had spent his entire life in.

He lived? He was alive?

He stared down at his arms and exposed chest, his wounds were almost completely healed. How long had it been?

A calmly beating heart filled his ears, sounding from just at his bedside. There she said asleep, ( y/n ). She sat in a chair with her head resting on the side of the featherbed. She had been worn out, skinnier than he remembered, dressed in some more old clothes of his, bandages covered her hands. She looked peaceful as she slept, he thought. An involuntary smile had come to his face.

She was the reason he was alive. She took care of him. She...she didn’t leave him alone. He remembered how he reached a hand out to stroke her cheek. Instead of moving away from him as anyone else had, she relaxed under his touch. “Thank you,” He recalled whispering to her.

“Can’t sleep?” That same melodic voice reached his ears from behind him. He could hear the sound of her calm heart beating in her chest from where he stood on the balcony. It put him at ease.

The owl resting on his shoulder had flown away into the night. The light shuffle of her feet grew louder and louder until they came to a sudden halt.

( y/n ) wrapped her arms loosely around his waist, letting her head rest on his broad back, "Having doubts about tomorrow?"

He relaxed under her gentle touch. She had always been so gentle with him. "Why would I?"

"You always answer my questions with questions, why is it?" She pointed out.

"I suppose it's a habit of mine. Now answer this question," He turned around in her embrace, now face to face with the mortal. Not just many mortal, the woman who changed his view of the cruel world that took his family away from him. She changed his view of humans, she wasn't the monster the others had been. She gave him a new reason to live.

Love.

He continued, "Why are you awake, ( y/n )? It's awfully late."

"I couldn't fall asleep. So I thought a late-night stroll around the castle would help me feel tired, and I found you here," She answered, pushing a loose of his hair behind his ear. "We're not supposed to see each other until the ceremony tomorrow when our souls are finally bound as one."

The corners of his mouth curled into a grin, "When have you ever been one to follow the law set in place?"

"You are right about that. If I did follow the law set in place we wouldn't have met one another. I don't know where I would be without you."

"And you'll never have to think about being without me. For the rest of our days, however long that may be, I'll be yours, heart and soul."

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[girlgirlgirlnormal]

I want her to be mine Part 1

Kuina x OC (female OC)

TW: Death; Niragi (Yes, I’m including Niragi as a trigger now, even though he is very ooc here and OC’s best friend); harrasment, sexual harrasment mention, bullying

Word count: 3.8k

Ino was dancing her way through the crowd. She didn’t have to push through. People made room for her. She knew that they were not doing it out of the kindness of their hearts. She was known to be a gun wielding maniac and Niragis best friend. They didn’t want to be on her bad side, and she was known to be ill-tempered. Wearing short shorts that barely covered her butt and a green velvet camisole she would never be pointed out for her clothes. Everyone was clothed less in the beach. The things that made her stick out of the group where the two guns she had on her hipholsters and the knife strapped to her thigh.

“Finally.”, she muttered, as she spotted Niragi on the other side of the pool.

She grabbed the drink of a girl standing nearby and walked around the pool, watching how her best friend was talking – no threatening – Chishiya and Kuina.

“Niragi”, she said, as soon as she was within hearing distance, “Aguni wants to see you.”

She crossed her arms, the drink, a pink liquid in a tall glass, still in her hand. She hated being the message girl.

“I have business to do”, Niragi said, not turning back to look at her, “This little man is bothering me.”

“That little man is always bothering you”, she said sighing, “Come on. You know how Aguni gets when he has to wait.”

She wasn’t looking at Niragi. Her gaze was fixed on Kuina. She found that that woman was too beautiful to be real.

Niragi groaned, pushing the head of his sniper rifle into Chishiyas stomach. He still didn’t make any effort to move away from the man. Kuina was watching him with a worried expression on her face and Chishiya simply did not seem to care. Sighing she took a big gulp of the cocktail she was holding and smashed the rest on the floor.

“I demand attention!”, she almost shouted.

Niragi chuckeled, “Remined me. Why don’t I kill you?”

“Because I’m your best friend, idiot.”

Niragi seemed to accept that, turning and walking past her, to the hotel. She stayed for a moment, gifting Kuina a little smile, then she turned back, following Niragi inside.

“If you want her so much, why don’t you just take her?”, Niragi asked, as they were crossing the lobby.

“Are you asking why I’m not making a move or are you advising me to force myself onto her?”, Ino asked, laughing.

She knew Niragi since highschool. He had interned and later worked at her fathers indie gaming company and she had worked on the same team with him. She knew everything about him and he about her.

“Both”, he said, shrugging, “You’re not the one to wait around if you want something.”

“If you were not so precious to me, maybe I would be the one shooting you.”, she replied, bumping her shoulder in his arm, making him laugh.

After they reached Agunis room she waited outside. He had asked for Niragi. He didn’t say that he wanted to see her with him, so that meant that she was not invited. She was leaning against the wall, quietly humming the hanging trees melody and playing with her knive, starting to not only hum but sing, as she saw Kuina coming out of the elevator. She knew she looked kinda scary with her huge scar extending from her right eyebrow all the way down to her navel. Singing such an ominous song while staring at the beautiful women walking towards her must have made her look even scarier. Not to forget the throwing knive she was twirling between her fingers.

“You really shouldn’t hang with Chishiya”, she advised, as Kuina was walking past her, making her stop, “At least not then Niragi is around. I’m afraid that one day you might get caught in some enthusiastic friendly fire.”

She couldn’t believe that those there the first words she had spoken to the woman she had been watching since she got to the beach. She never had acknowledged her enough to talk to her before.

“I can do whatever I want.”, Kuina answered, “What is it to you if I die?”

She had caught the woman watching her, but her expression could never be read. Maybe she was just some transphobe who had identified her and was plotting her death. Maybe she just didn’t like her face, that seemed to be the problem between Niragi and Chishiya.

The woman smiled, “You’re too pretty to die because Niragi can’t stand that weirdos face.”

Kuina was silent for a moment. Did she just tell her that she was pretty? She turned to look the woman in the face. She was still not showing any emotions.

“Too pretty, huh?”, she asked, the woman was pretty herself, but Kuina never thought much of it. She was just another militant and if Niragi was not following her like a shadow she was dancing with some other militant. Kuina had noticed that those guys seemed to vanish after she had seen them with her.

Pushing herself of the wall she put the knife back in its strap and smiled. She walked up to Kuina. She was short compared to her, only reaching her chin, and smiled up to her, before turning around and vanishing in her rooms, a couple of doors next to Agunis. The door between her and Agunis door was leading into Niragis room and their rooms were interconnected. She put the chair against the doorknob. If Niragi wanted to see her, he would come through the middle door anyway. She deattached her holsters and wiggled out of her shorts. Tomorrow she would have to play a game, she thought, as she was pulling her camisole over her head. She just hoped it was one she could beat. She would have Niragi with her. She never went to a game without him. He was the only person in this place she trusted. She slipped into a silk nightdress, the kind she used to sleep in all the time and brushed her hair. Her life used to be so good. How did she and up here?

“What’s up, princess?”, she could see Niragi in the mirror, leaning on the frame of their connecting door.

“Cuddles tonight?”, she asked, placing the brush on the vanity, and turning to Niragi.

He laughed, but nodded, “I think you just need some Vitamin D.”

She rolled her eyes, “Maybe I would get some if you didn’t kill everyone who dared to touch me.”

Niragi was already getting undressed all the way down to his boxers and laid down, extending a hand to her. Sighing she stood up and walked up to the bed, laying down beside her best friend and letting him wrap his arms around her.

“They all didn’t deserve you”, he mumbled into her hair, “I only want the best for you.”

“You want me to die horny”, she answered, cuddling into his chest, “I miss being touched that way. I would be very grateful to you if you did not kill everyone who touched me.”

Niragi sighed, “Can’t you just abstain as long as we’re here?”

She playfully hit his arm, “I’m going to approach Kuina and I want her to stay alive to fuck me.”

“Stop thinking about sex”, Niragi scolded her with a bored voice, “Concentrate on the game tomorrow. We will have to play.”

Yawning she nodded, before falling asleep in her best friends’ arms.

The next day went by uneventful and as the signal for the start of the games sounded through the hotel, she and Niragi were already in the lobby. They would not draw a number. They already knew they would go to the game with the other militants. They had to take some civilians with them, though. Who they would take with them would be chosen by luck. Many did not consider themselves lucky then they drew the M instead of a number. Either they would have an easy game and the militants would fight their way free for them or it would be a deadly game and they would be killed by the same people who were sent to protect them.

She was watching Kuina and Chishiya argue.

“You have to find someone to switch with.”, he said.

“Who would switch with me?”, she asked, looking around.

Everyone who wanted to participate was already making their way out. Thinking that this was an opportunity to “bring order to the beach” she signaled Niragi to stay and made her way over to Kuina.

“What number did you draw?”, she asked, not even acknowledging Chishiya.

“We were about to switch”, he said, holding his own number, a 3 up.

She ripped the piece of paper out of Kuinas hand and unscrambled it.

“Looks like you’re with us”, she said grinning, “That’s the law. You go with the number you get. No more horsetrading.”

She grabbed Kuinas arm and pulled her with her to the two militant cars. Niragi opened the door to the front passenger seat, grabbed the young man already sitting there and pulled him out. Before he sat down, he turned to her and threw the keys to her, “You’re driving today.”, he said, getting in.

Catching the keys, she watched Kuina sit down and finally sat down herself. The drive took them about 15 minutes. The game arena looked like a normal apartment complex. She stopped for a moment, showing Niragi what had caught her attention. There were two different entrances. Both were limited to 10 people each. A sign told them to leave their weapons outside.

Niragi pointed his head to the second entrance and one of the militants peaked in, “Here are already six people”, he informed them.

“2 here”, Ino informed the group.

“Militants here”, Niragi pointed to the first entrance, “Weeklings there”, he pointed to the second door.

The people they had brought, only 4 including Kuina, were looking distraught. They were 7 militants.

“She’s with me”, Ino said, pulling Kuina by her arm to her side, “She’s coming with us.”

Kuina did not protest. This short before a game one should never put the militants in a bad mood.

The others nodded. She had the highest number after Niragi. If he didn’t say something to contradict her, they would listen. Niragi rolled his eyes about his best friends’ behavior, but she had told him that she wanted to fuck that girl, so she would.

After entering through the first entrance, they each picked up a phone and waited for the other group to be full. A couple of minutes of silence ensued. Niragi and Ino did not talk because there were others in the room. The others did not talk, because Niragi was in the room.

“Registration is closed”, the mechanic voice announced, after a while, the five of clubs card flashed on the screen, and a table was elevated from the ground with all kinds of sharp objects on it, “Game: Kill or be killed. Two teams with ten players each have been assembled. Players are free to choose weapons from the table. Clearing Conditions: The team with the most kills wins. Game over: If a player dies or is part of the team with the least kills it is game over for them. Time limit: 20 minutes”

Niragi laughed, walking over to the table and grabbed an axe and 2 machetes. He gave one of them to Ino and pointed to the throwing knives, “Take them.”

She took them. She didn’t mind small orders from Niragi. They had been a team for five years. That meant that they have been giving and taking orders to and from each other for half a decade.

“What are you good with, princess?”, Ino asked, turning to Kuina.

The other militants did not take anything yet. They were like a pack of wolves. They would not get anything until their “Alphas” were done. Considering that Aguni was not with them they had to do as Niragi pleased. Kuina looked over the table.

“Sword”, she said and watched as Ino grabbed one and handed it to her.

Ino caught Niragi staring at the screen.

“What’s the problem?”, she asked, looking up to his face and then to the screen.

Beneath the rules two columns had appeared. Group Right and Group Left. Both columns had a big black zero beneath their group names.

“It doesn’t specifically say that we have to kill people from the other team to win”, he said, thoughtfully, looking back to the two civilians standing in the back, they had not even chosen a weapon yet. Ino guessed the reason for that might be one of the militants standing by the table looking the girls up and down with a dirty look on his face.

She rolled her eyes. Men.

“Maybe we should look into it”, the man said, taking a knife and walking toward the women, who were already covering into the wall.

Niragi turned to watch him. Ino saw up to him again. His face didn’t betray any emotion but seeing those women in such fear had to remind him of his old life.

“Maybe we should”, Ino agreed, walking up to the girls, coming to a halt right next to the militant.

He smiled at her. She smiled back, swinging her machete into his neck. His eyes were widened in shock as he fell to the ground. Gurgling noises could be heard for a couple of moments, then they stopped. Ino looked back to the scoreboard. A point had appeared for the other group.

“I guess that means we protect the girls”, she concluded, walking back to Kuina and grabbing her hand, “Niragi?”

“You stay here”, he said looking to the women, “everyone else, the hunt is on!”

With that he hollered, swinging his ax and machete and opened the door to enter the playing field, abruptly stopping in his tracks.

“It’s a fucking labyrinth”, he muttered, “Come on. We need to split up.”

Ino sighed, that was a dumb idea. Everyone died in horror movies as soon as they split up.

Niragi looked at her for a moment, before nodding and walking off. They would survive. There was no way this game would get any of them killed.

“You’re with me.”, Ino said, grabbing Kuinas wrist and dragging her off, walking in the opposite direction of where Niragi disappeared.

“Why?”, Kuina asked.

The labyrinth was silent. She couldn’t hear anything beside her heart pounding.

“I don’t think this is a talkie talkie game”, Sakura said, her machete raised, slowly walking around the next corner.

Kuina huffed, following Ino. If she didn’t have to, she walked straight, not taking any turns. They had to hurry. They were already down to 15 Minutes and the only point given in the game was the militant Ino had killed. She started to consider it a bad idea. She had made a point for her rivals. If they didn’t find and kill someone soon, they would lose. She stopped. She thought she had heard something. Trying to concentrate on the sounds around them she closed her eyes, hearing Kuinas footsteps continue walking, walking past her.

She heard the sound again. It was coming from around the corner that Kuina was about to turn. Not even thinking she lunged forward, grabbing Kuinas waist and pushing her back, while swinging her machete. She was too late. She screamed as something made impact with her forearm, wildly swinging her machete she only stopped, as the man infront of her collapsed to the ground.

“Ino!”, she heard Niragi scream.

Examining her arm, she screamed back: “I’m fine.”

She was cut and bleeding, but it didn’t look too deep. An agonized moan escaped her mouth, as her phone beeped, signaling the point she had made.

“Are you ok?”, Kuina asked, automatically grabbing her arm to have a better look at her wound.

“I just said that I’m fine, didn’t I?”, Ino growled. This was so frustrating. It was her dominant hand.

“I’ll take the lead”, Kuina announced and wanted to continue walking, but Ino grabbed her wrist.

“Look”, she said shoving her arm in Kuinas face, “That happened because you took the lead. Stay the fuck behind me.”

With that she walked off, machete up in her left hand, cautiously walking around the next corner. Her phone beeped again. A quick look on it showed her that her team had gained another point. She grinned. Now it would be enough if no one else on their team got killed.

She heard a scream and started looking around, “Its ok”, she told Kuina, showing her the phone. They had gained another point. Kuina nodded.

She was just about to turn the next corner as she stopped, raising the machete over her head, and hacking down the second she turned the corner.

“I guess it really is a matter of time until one of us kills the other”, Niragi said laughing, as their machetes clashed.

Ino took down the machete that she was holding up with both hands, grasping her injury with her other hand.

“Fuck”, Niragi groaned, grabbing her arm, “That’s not fine.”

“It will be”, she said, taking her arm out of his grip, “Don’t worry. Made a kill yet?”

Niragi shook his head, “You are the first people I´ve seen since I got in the labyrinth.”

“Looks like I’m winning”, Ino said grinning, walking off.

She only heard one set of feet walking behind her, so she turned. Niragi was right behind her, Kuina was still standing where she had left her.

“Come on princess”, Ino said smiling, “I want to give Niragi a chance to beat me!”

Niragi had walked ahead and was now hollering. He found someone from the opposing team and was using his ax to cut the man down.

Niragi turned back to them, after the man he was axing down stopped moving. Blood had splattered all over his face and shirt, “It’s a tie, princess”, he screamed joyfully, turning back around and started walking away.

“No ties for you!”, Ino laughed, pushing past Niragi and running ahead.

“What the fuck, Ino”, Niragi laughed, following her.

“Kuina, move your sweet ass over here”, Ino ordered, laughing and ran off.

After a couple of moments, she could hear Kuinas footsteps behind her. She grinned. She was already listening to her.

She stopped in her tracks as she heard Kuina scream. She was lying on the ground, a big bulky man sitting on her stomach, fighting to put a knife to her throat. Ino ran back, trying to pull the man off the fighting girl. He backhanded her, causing Ino to fall back and hit her head on the floor.

She heard another scream and looked up to see Niragi swinging his ax one more time, making the man fall to his side and off Kuina. Ino scrambled to her knees and scooted over to Kuina, helping her up.

“Are you ok?”, she asked, one hand hovering over her neck, there are fine line of blood was glistening.

“I´m alright”, Kuina answered, standing up, “You must’ve hurt your head. You fell pretty hard.”

Ino wanted to say that she was ok, but she only hissed in pain, as Niragi touched the back of her head.

“You’re bleeding”, he informed her in a judging voice, “If you continue like that, you’ll die today.”

She punched his arm.

Four to one, we’re winning”, she said, taking Kuinas hand and dragging her along, “Only five minutes remaining.”

The last five minutes were uneventful. Noone else died until the time ran out and lasers killed everyone left in the losing team. As they got back to their base, the two civilian women were already gone and they were the last militants to arrive.

“Let’s go home”, Niragi said, not even stopping to look at his comrades.

The car ride was silent. They had split up to be able to take both cars to the beach and Niragi was driving. He was shooting concerned glances in her direction every once in a while, trying to ignore the feeling that he should’ve been able to protect her. Kuina was the only one they had taken with them. The poor girl was sitting in the back, staring at Inos bloody, matted hair. She was just trying to win the game, Kuina thought, it doesn’t mean anything that she saved you.

As soon as they arrived on the beach and the car was parked, Niragi got out and opened Inos door. She let him help her exit the car and walk her in the direction of the beach, before stopping and turning back.

Kuina had gotten out of the car and was walking at a safe distance. Ino smiled at her and pointed at her head, “You’ll have to pay me back for this”, she said, “tomorrow morning. I’ll find you.”

With that she turned and let Niragi lead her to the medical center. Kuina was still standing there, staring at the women as she disappeared in the beach.

Pay her back? How? She didn’t have much time to think about it, as Chishiya was already approaching her. Niragi was too busy supporting his best to pick a fight with the shorter man, he didn’t even look at him, as he walked past them.

Niragi had led her to the medical area and Ann had patched her up.

Laying in her bed, Niragi beside her, they were examining her bandaged arm.

“I thought only snitches get stitches”, she mumbled, poking around the edges of the bandage.

Sighing Niragi turned to her, extending his index finger and starting to draw the line of her scar. It was just a fine line on her face and throat, but it turned to an angry red convulsing scar at her collarbone. He knew that it extended in the same shape between her breasts, down to her stomach, before turning back to a fine line and stopping at her navel. It had been gruesome. They didn’t think she would survive it, but she did.

“You weren’t snitching back then, were you?”, he asked jokingly, finger resting on her collarbone.

“I´m just saying that I just once want to get stitches because I’ve been snitching”, she laughed.

“I would be happier if you stopped getting stitches”, Niragi argued, making Ino laugh, “Are you really going to meet that girl tomorrow?”, he asked, finger still on her scar, “Kuina?”

Ino nodded, “She is very pretty.”

“She’s always with Chishiya”, Niragi groaned, “You should not trust her.”

“I’m not saying that I trust her”, Ino finally turned to face Niragi, cupping his face with one hand, “I’m just saying that she’s verry pretty and I want her to be mine.”

[crystalstar8]

Eye of the Sky

Ch. 2

Pairing: Namjoon x oc

Genre: heist au, action

word count: 1,791

warnings: action, violence, gun violence, car chases, car crashes, swearing, blood probably

notes: heist au, action, adventure, crime, enemies to lovers, ooc namjoon, because he has his license lol

Summary: Ten years ago, Namjoon's father was killed by his best friend and partner in crime, A man who now goes by the name Hawthorne. Now, Namjoon wants to get into the family business in order to avenge his father's death. After finding the man who killed his father, Namjoon builds a team and creates an elaborate plan to finally take the man down.

But will they be able to get through Hawthorne's state-of-the-art security system? And will they succeed with a mysterious assassin chasing them? Let's just say, it's a good thing Namjoon's team members keep surprising him with useful skills.

@mozy-j  @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @daechwitad-2

In the top floor penthouse in downtown Seoul, Taehyung stood in his walk-in closet, tying his tie in front of the floor length mirror. He checked the time. Five minutes before he had to leave. A text from his driver let him know that his ride was downstairs. After pulling his jacket on and checking himself one last time, he left his penthouse and made his way downstairs.

               The drive was quiet. Taehyung appreciated his early morning drives to the museum; it was a moment of peace before getting to work.

               His museum was his pride and joy. The building was all white marble, Grecian in design with a massive atrium dome in the center of the roof. He built it himself, without his father’s help. Not that his father would have helped him even if he were alive. His father was killed when Taehyung was a teenager, but the man was never very present in Taehyung’s life. He was almost always overseas on business, a business Taehyung was now in charge of.

               Taehyung never minded. He loved what he did. The thrill of it was almost as great as the wealth that came with it. The only thing he wished was different was the fame. He was the owner of the biggest private museum in Korea, not to mention the youngest, and with that title came press. He passed a billboard on the way to his museum, his own face looking down at the expressway.

               Stealing famous art and priceless artifacts would definitely be easier if his face wasn’t on every Louis Vuitton cologne and Rolex advertisement.

               His museum came into view and he was pleased to see he already had a line outside, waiting for the doors to open. There was a new exhibit opening today, and he was just as excited about it as the people waiting along the sidewalk.

               Once he was in his office, his assistant came in with a frazzled look on her face.

               “Sir, there’s a big problem,” she said.

               Taehyung took a deep breath before saying, “What’s wrong?”

               “One of our tour guides called in, he said he came down with something,” she said, frantically riffling through the disorganized mess of papers in her arms. “Which leaves us with only five guides. We’re going to be overloaded. There’s going to be children running around like monkeys, putting their filthy hands on the new exhibit-“

               Taehyung grabbed his assistant’s shoulders and fought against the smile threatening to come out. This was just like her, panicking every time something small didn’t go according to plan.

               “I will take his place,” Taehyung said.

               “But, sir…”

               “It’s my exhibit after all,” said Taehyung. “Who better than me to give the tour?”

               “Are you sure? People will recognize you,” she said. “Your most recent photoshoot for Hyundai is currently trending on Twitter. You’ll distract from the exhibit.”

               “I am sure,” said Taehyung. “I don’t think I’ll be a distraction.”

               His assistant gave him a skeptical and not at all placated look as she left his office.

               The museum doors were finally open and visitors were pouring in. The crowd was split up into six different tour groups, and Taehyung began his speech throughout the new exhibit. Quite a few eyes were glued to him rather than the exhibit, but he paid them no mind.

               A few tours later and something caught Taehyung’s eye through the crowd. He stuttered in the middle of his speech and stared wide eyed at the visitors waiting for him at the entrance.

               “Everyone, if you would please pardon me for a moment,” he said. “Please be responsible and follow the signs through the exhibit. Another guide will find you in a moment.”

               Taehyung pulled his earpiece and microphone off and pushed through the crowd of visitors. He made it to the front doors of the museum and stopped in front of two men, his smile dropping.

               “What are you doing here?” Taehyung whispered.

               Jin smiled and said, “What, we’re not allowed to visit an old friend?”

               “I’m working,” said Taehyung. “You can’t bring this here-“

               “Meet with us tonight,” said Namjoon. He handed Taehyung a slip of paper. Taehyung took it and slipped it into his inside coat pocket without tearing his eyes from them.

               “I will speak with you later,” he said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of a tour.”

               Taehyung backed away from them and then made his way back to his tour group.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

               “How do you know he’ll actually show up?” Jin asked as they drove back to Namjoon’s apartment.

               “He will,” said Namjoon. “He lives for this kind of thing. Literally. He does jobs like this for a living.”

               “I thought his museum was honest now,” said Jin. “Doesn’t he do modelling now too?”

               “Oh, sure. His museum is honest alright,” said Namjoon. He took the turn into his parking garage. “If by honest you mean every single piece on display there was stolen one way or another.”

               “Doesn’t he buy or…” Jin began.

               “Sometimes. But most of the time, he acquires them himself,” Namjoon said as he parked the car. Jin’s Mercedes was parked beside them.

               “I’m glad we have him on our side then,” said Jin. They sat in silence for a while before Jin said, “Well, I will see you later tonight. Tell your mother I say hello.”

               “I will,” said Namjoon. Jin opened the passenger door and stepped out, getting right into his own car beside them. Namjoon waited a few minutes after Jin drove off before leaving the parking garage himself.

               The prison loomed over Namjoon as he stood in front of it, leaning against his car. He didn’t have to wait long before he saw his mother step out of the double doors. He smiled as they met in the middle. His mom wrapped her arms around him and held him in a crushing hug.

               “My son,” she said, her voice wobbly. “My beautiful son. Look at you.”

               She pulled back and held his shoulders.

               “You’re so handsome,” she said. “I mean, you’ve always been handsome, but there was that weird awkward phase you had-“

               Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes as she burst out laughing.

               “I missed you, mom,” he said.

               “I missed you too.”

               They got into the car and Namjoon began the drive back home.

               “How’s your sister?” his mom asked.

               “She graduated yesterday,” said Namjoon. “She wants to be a school teacher.”

               “Good. I knew she’d be successful,” his mom said. “She’s a smart girl. You both are. How are you? What have you been doing with your life?”

               “I work for a tech company in Seoul but I’m planning on leaving them soon,” said Namjoon. “I have a lot of work to do for my new job. Jin says hi, by the way.”

               His mother narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized him. “You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

               “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Namjoon, keeping his eyes on the road.

               “Well, I suppose it’s none of my business, as long you keep me out of it,” she said. “Whatever you’re up to, you know I won’t stop you. I just want you to be careful.”

               “I will,” said Namjoon. They drove in silence for a while before he said, “I’m taking us out for dinner tomorrow to celebrate Geongmin’s graduation.”

               “I can’t wait to see her. Why didn’t she come with you today?”

               “She’s busy with interviews today,” said Namjoon. He chuckled at his mother’s shocked face. “I know, she doesn’t waste any time, right?”

               “Good for her,” his mom said.

               After getting home and helping his mother settle into her new apartment he had bought for her next door, Namjoon spent some time getting ready for his own meeting. Jin arrived early, then Taehyung shortly after. Namjoon served them drinks and then sat with them around his dining table.

               “So, tell us the plan,” said Jin.

“Hawthorne’s collection is underground,” said Namjoon. “Behind a safe door that only opens with a password and thumbprint.”

               “How are we going to get Hawthorne’s thumbprint?” asked Jin.

               “We won’t,” said Namjoon. “Because that’s not the print we need. The only thumbprint that will open the door belongs to his son, Laurel Hawthorne. Laurel is the heir to the entire collection.”

               “Ah! Laurel Hawthorne!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I’ve worked with him in the past. Not a fan.”

               “You’re going to have to meet with him one last time to get the prints,” said Namjoon. “We’ll set up a meeting with him, where you’ll fake a sale. We’ll have someone hiding nearby with a tranquilizer gun. Once we take him out, you’ll nab his prints and we’ll be out of there.”

               “This sounds dangerous,” said Jin.

               “Inside the collection room is where the real trouble begins,” Namjoon continued. “Hawthorne uses a state-of-the-art technology to protect his collection. The security system inside uses gaseous detection. Once the door is opened, the room fills with a harmless gas. If there’s any kind of movement behind the barricades of the artifacts, another gas is released into the air, turning it toxic. From there, the person inside the chamber will only have a few minutes before dying. Once the security system is neutralized, and the cameras are placed in a loop, we’ll be able to just go in and take what we want. We’ll obviously replace everything with fakes, especially the Sky’s Eye, the item we need to leave with.”

               “Ah, the Sky’s Eye,” said Taehyung. “I had a feeling the necklace was what this was about. But I thought only one man has been in possession of the Sky’s Eye for ten years.”

               “You are correct,” said Jin. “Hawthorne is the very same man.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened as he made the connection.

“Hawthorne is Montgomery,” he whispered. “So, this job isn’t just for the necklace.”

“We’ll do all of this on the day of Hawthorne’s party, while he’s distracted,” said Namjoon. “We just need to find a way to get an invitation.”

               “Yes, that will be difficult,” said Jin.

               “Do you know anyone who’s going?” Namjoon asked Jin.

               “I might,” he said.

               “Do you think it’s someone you might be able to go with as their date?” asked Namjoon.

               “Oh, trust me. I would die to be this man’s date. He is the most handsome man in the world, after all,” said Jin. Namjoon narrowed his eyes. Jin burst into laughter, slapping his knee and pulling an envelope from the pocket inside his jacket.

               “You had an invitation all this time?” asked Taehyung.

               “Of course!” said Jin, laughing and slapping his knee. Namjoon shook his head but couldn’t help a fond smile from pulling at his lips.

[peakyxtommy]

The First Two Years - Wedding Series AU

Summary: Tommy reflecting back on his first two years of his relationship with the reader as he prepares to ask your father for his blessing to marry you. (Modern AU , Bit OOC) | 3.3K | 

Warnings: Slight Violence, Death , Mostly Fluff

He knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. While he sat in his main office, taking a rare break, he was staring at the engagement ring he brought a month ago. Nobody knew except for him, despite Polly having some suspicion. It made him feel giddy on the inside, lovesick, but it was the one thing he was sure of, that he truly wanted. You. 

He was sure and trusted you more than anyone. He knew you loved him, but there was always that fear in the back of his head that he wasn’t good enough for you. He’d enjoyed you for this long in his life that any second it could be taken away. His heart was the one thing he was willing to take a risk on because he only found solace with you. It was all the little moments that added up and floated to his mind, that ended up making him come to the conclusion. 

The night he first met you, you were having drinks in the Scarfes bar in London with Ada and mutual acquaintances. The group of you talking about an upcoming weekend trip you were planning to take and the woes of university life a second time through. You were yourself the whole evening, even when he came to disrupt the conversation stealing Ada away to talk quick business. As he watched you interact with his sister and your group of friends for the remainder of the evening, he noticed the confidence that rolled off your shoulders, the laughter that left your mouth, and the way you said a simple goodnight to him on the way out the building. 

He knew he had to meet you again. It wasn’t hard when he would drop by Ada’s unexpectedly or find a way to sit next to you when the lot of them went out to drink at the Garrison or Bars in London. He learned little things about you observing you through those conversations. How sometimes you would sit quiet and observe the conversation from time to time. When you spoke, you spoke with purpose. You weren’t afraid to speak your mind either. 

You played hard to get, like a game of cat and mouse. You were stubborn and strong-willed. When he first asked out you, you were shocked to say the least. You knew about the legitimate parts of his business, only hearing tall tales of the rest, but it didn’t make you not believe the underground side, but cautioned it. You heard rumors of his reputation of him screwing women over just to get what he wanted and the hotel he would go to get his sexual desires met. 

Those should have been red flags, but on the other side he was a high esteem family business man and OBE. You couldn’t deny how good looking he was and the chemistry you felt between your small encounters. You denied him the first two times as you were a busy graduate student and worked part time. You were also still heartbroken from your last long-term relationship, not looking to start up something new. Tommy Shelby was relentless, never taking no for an answer. It was on the third try that you said yes to him, promising him one date. To not mess it up. 

The first date was smooth. He invited you to his cozy London apartment. Where you were served Spaghetti Bolognese and warm toasted garlic bread. He drank Whiskey, you red wine. Frank Sinatra playing through his record player. You shared tidbits about your childhood and university years. He shared about the hard questions you asked him about his business, wanting to hear what you thought you knew. He shared appropriately (not dishing family business or current dealings), finding it amusing. You asked what he did for fun, to which he responded with work. Both you letting out a chuckle. The conversation flowed so easily between the two of you. He drove you home a quarter to midnight and kissed you goodnight. 

He was hooked by the third date, things taking off slow as you were both busy people. Both working hard to achieve the goals you wanted to accomplish in this life. Both struggling with trust issues and hang-ups from past relationships or lack thereof on his end. Those first couple of months was blissful, being in the depths of the honeymoon phase. 

At six months you had officially met all his family and closest mates. They adored you and were fond of your relationship with him, noticing the small change in him, that they hadn’t seen since he’d been back from the war. He would make space for you in his office to complete your studies and you’d make room in your apartment for him to relax on the odd weekend off with reading in your living room, breakfast in bed, or cuddling in the morning after a passionate night together. 

You were nervous for him to meet your family as they were more traditional than his. He charms your mother as soon as he steps foot in your house. Feeding in charmingly to her mannerisms and jokes. Your father was harder to crack. You knew your father would give him a hard time. Your father played up to the best of his ability in front of your mother, but your father asked to speak to him in private. Where they discussed his business, your safety, and the seriousness of the relationship because if it was to be a waste of time, he should just cut the losses now. Thomas reassured your father well. When you asked what the two of them discussed, he simply said, “Nothing for your pretty little head to worry about.” You left it at that.   

He knew deep down for a long time, that he loved you, afraid to say those words, even though he knew five months in. 

It was eight months in on a quiet afternoon spent in your apartment. He was doing book-work at the table, collecting a stock pile of smokes in his ashtray, letting out stressful grumbles of frustration, every now and again. You were reading on the couch, sometimes sneaking small glances at him but eventually becoming restless from the silence and being indoors all day. You decided to make both of you a tea and as you sipped your tea across from him at the kitchen table, you spoke those words out into the open. You watched as his pen stopped writing, his eyes coming to meet yours. You could see the smirk on his lips and the light blush that caught his cheeks. 

“Cat got your tongue, Mr.Shelby.” You teased, as you both finished the rest of your teas in silence. He lit another cigarette, knowing that you didn’t need him to voice it aloud, as you knew in your heart through the little things he did. As you stood to get up to clean the empty dishes and empty his tray, he rose to stand in front of you. Hands grabbing your biceps, warm breath coming to your ear. 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered, removing his right hand to clasp against the back of your head, deciding to connect his warm lips to yours. Moving slow, delicate, and in sync. He pulls apart, the small smack of wet lips, leaving you both panting. He goes to his seat at the table to finish the final paperwork, not missing the tint in your cheeks and the lasting grin for the remainder of the evening. 

After a year together you still had to watch out for Lizzie, which at first did turn into a heated argument between you and him. Due to your jealousy and slight insecurity that would feed off her jealousy toward you. They had a past together, one neither of you could deny, evening knowing he didn’t treat her the greatest in that regard. The way she would sometimes pine after him, would make your blood boil, knowing it kinda fed his ego. He would love to get you ramped up to have hot heated sex. Where he would remind you you were the only one he loved and was sleeping with. 

This was an underlying “game” of the relationship, one you both fed on. Tommy being possessive of what was his and being silently jealous of men who would be fixated or try to flirt with you, some even right in front of his face. He would use his words to defend you or if you were oblivious, he would give you the silent treatment, which would annoy you to no end. If you started it which on occasion you did, (he could tell), you would enjoy being at his mercy as soon as you walked through the doors him fucking you hard until the early morning hours.

Other times, with other women, who were enamored by him, he would wash those fears away by reminding you, you were the one he would seek in the middle of the night to hold him close to sleep, the only thing on his mind during a long day, and the one he loved. 

You started helping him once a week at the company, with the books as you had an eye for crunching numbers and were detail oriented a bit more than a few others in the office. It made some of his work go faster when you were in the office, only handling the legal side of things, not wanting to involve you with the other half that came with it. That didn’t last much longer. 

Year and half you were slowly beginning to see more of the other side of the business. You knew he was in the middle of something, when you started to notice him coming home more often in bloody clothing, late mid-morning hours. He would sneak inside quietly as possible, thinking you were asleep, but you weren’t. You’d hear the shower running for a while for him to slip in next to you in bed. One night you would ask, if things were getting bad in his dealings. He would answer truthfully but not about whom he was dealing with. You started finishing up university with a security guard that would escort you wherever you went. He taught you how to shoot a gun which you only encased in your bedside table, for emergency use. You learned to only ask questions when need be and to try to worry less, enough though you both knew it wasn’t possible. 

On that unexpected day, everything almost came to a screeching halt. He was in the middle of a battle with Sabini. He told you to make sure you were with security at all times and that he made sure there was someone outside your place at all times. It was in the middle of the night that you heard the scuffle and then a bang, but it was too late as another person came breaking into your bedroom, screaming for you to get out of the bed. You didn’t have time to react before he was shoving a gun in your face, telling you to be quiet, as they rushed out to the getaway car. Your eyes not missing the pool of blood you found your security guard in. They blind folded you and you remained silent the whole way as they made a call to their boss, who organized this whole ordeal, letting him know you were in transport. 

When you got to the basement where they were holding you, they tied your legs and arms to a chair. It smelt musky down below and it was loud. They spit on, mocked, and slapped you around, all to send a message. You tried your best to stay calm, knowing Tommy would find you.

“He’s here, get ready.” You heard one of the men say. The next you knew they were moving you to another room, leaving you in the dark. Then there were gunshots firing off and loads of yelling. Then to be met with silence. It felt like forever until you heard that familiar voice again. 

“I’m right here (Y/N), I’m right here.” He reassures as he frees your arms and legs from the chair, to then take the blindfold off. You collapse into his arms sobbing, as he carries you to the back seat of his car, making sure you don’t see any of the bloodshed. 

When you arrive at his home, you’re in a state of shock and silent. He has the maids begin a bath and after your bath, he has the doctor check you out. The doctor bandages you and gives you something to help you fall asleep. 

The next couple of weeks were rough, not only for you but for your relationship. You told Tommy everything that happened when you woke up the next day, while he held you in his arms. Both of you teary together. You stayed at his place for a couple of days, as he made sure to do damage control in the media and town, and clean your apartment back to normal. 

During the night you were plagued with nightmares about your security guard and the men roughing you up, with Tommy never actually coming to save you or ending with you dying. A week after the incident you went to the security guard’s funeral. After that, you were beginning to push Tommy away, telling him you needed space. 

Your mind trying to make sense of the madness, grappling with those hard questions, while trying to stay on top of your coursework. You didn’t want to see anyone really, even avoiding your own parents for weeks on end. The only place you would willingly go would be to uni and a few counseling sessions, just to get yourself back on track, which did end up helping you. 

The only Shelby you spoke to during this time was Ada, periodically. You two were friends from the start and grew even closer due to your relationship with Tommy. She wouldn’t talk about him unless you brought him up, which wasn’t much. You both knew he was just as much a mess as you were, but both dealing with it in different manners. She helped you in a different way of opening up your frustrations, worries, and fears. 

Tommy tried his hardest not to be a mess during this time but it was hard. He drove himself harder into his company and would spend his nights drinking. He knew you were okay, as could be, as he still kept tabs on you. For the first month he would leave you voicemails, some sober, some drunk of the inner workings of his mind and heart, but he really did miss you. You listened to them, wanting nothing more than to pick up the phone and call him. 

Then the next month, you left him a voicemail, asking him for more time. You knew it wasn’t fair, but you told him at the end of the month, you would give him a final answer. You loved him, missed him, and wanted to see him just as bad.  

There was this small voice in your head that was telling you cut your losses, to go your separate ways. You knew you had to make a hard decision and a decision you would have to live with for the rest of your life. 

It was on the third month, when you both met again, at a little cafe by the Thames river. When you saw him, it almost felt like it was the first time all over again. You sat down taking in his appearance. He was wearing his glasses and was in casual clothing. He looked good for the most part, expect for the bags under his eyes, knowing you were part of the reason for them. 

“Thank you for meeting me here.” You sent a small smile his way, as the waiter arrived with tea and your favorite pastry. Heart warming that he still cared to remember. 

“So, what are we doing here (Y/N)?” His voice is cold, as he lights his smoke. 

“I.. um, I just wanted to talk, to explain myself, as i’ve made a decision.”  You plead, staring into his hard eyes. 

“You had these past two months to talk, to explain yourself. Now we’re here having tea waiting for you to share this decision you have come to. So let’s just get on with it eh!” You just sip your tea, not allowing his harshness to roll over you, knowing you slightly deserved it, but also he was masking his hurt on the one person that really did hurt his heart. 

“Gosh, Tommy you’re such a dick!” You growl, before continuing. “At the end of the day I still want to be with you. I still love you.” You stare at his face, watching how his demeanor changes. He slightly softens out, but is still a bit in this guardish state.

“Are you sure you know about this? What about if something happens to you again?”

“Yes, I promise. These past two months haven't been easy. I’ve missed you and there wasn’t a day I didn't think about you. I needed to take care of myself and get my mind straight, to really think about if this life that you live is what I wanted. I don’t know what to do with the what if’s, but I know you will do anything to protect me. You saved me, that day.” You reach your hand into his calloused one, missing his touch. 

“I know they haven’t been easy. I’m sorry you had to go through all this. I’ve missed you just as much. I know I did save you love. I would do it a thousand times again.” He squeezes your hand gently before going to finish his second cup of tea. The both you sitting in silence enjoying the moment and looking out over the river.  

“Okay.” He speaks out of the blue, catching your attention, from the children running around on the sidewalk. 

“Okay what, Mr.Shelby.” You tease gently, as he pulls your chair out for you, helping you put on your winter coat and beanie. 

“I love you (Y/N). Thank you.” His warm hands cup your soft cheeks, the pads of his thumbs, rubbing tiny circles on the skin under your eyes. His blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours as he seals your lips together, that somehow mends all the broken pieces together in the both of you. This was a chance to move forward. You ended up spending the night at his house, waking up with him by your side in the morning. Things weren’t magically better but were still things to work on, but it was worth it. 

Two years in you bought your first house together out in the country in Birmingham. You graduate college yet again with your master’s, getting a full time job in your field. Your job also helps in building connections with the company. The company was on a bit of a slow period, as Tommy was working on new ventures. 

After attending a few engagement parties, weddings, baby showers, and listening to yet another marriage conversation you were having with your mum, unintentionally, he knew you were slowly becoming antsy. Even though you tried not to show it, but once in a while would drop subtle hints about the subject. He already knew that morning he woke up after the Thames River day, that he wanted to marry you because he couldn’t  think of the thought of you slipping through his fingers again. 

He knew it was finally time to ask for your hand in marriage, but first he had to speak with your father, who was still trying to forgive him, from the incident that occurred. Your father had also grown to see him, like a son. Though neither would say or admit it aloud.

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

New Passion: Part 2 (Spike Spiegel x OC)

MASTERLIST | COWBOY BEBOP MASTERLIST

A/N: I know it’s been awhile and I’m sorry. It’s finally here though! It’s not the Christmas one I hoped to get out (not sure if I should hold off until next Christmas now), but it’s the last part of ‘New Passion’ and that’s pretty cool. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this part!

Summary: Vida is all better and Spike has something special for her to celebrate.

Warnings: Spike is probably ooc and there are some steamy bits toward the end (nothing too graphic); oh and a cuss word or two

Words: 2.2k

"I'd say you're good to return to your usual activities, Miss Bell."

Vida grinned. "Really? Like, I can start exercising again?"

"I'd say so," the doctor chuckled. "But if you have to fight a bounty, be careful. A hit in on one of your nearly healed spots could do more damage."

"That makes sense."

"I know. Now take care of yourself and stay out of trouble."

"I'll try. Thanks, Doc. Have a good day!"

The same sentiment was sent her way as Vida left the room with a hop in her steps. The moment she stepped out of the building to find a certain handsome bounty hunter leaning against the Swordfish, Vida's skips turned into a sprint. He barely caught sight of her before she leaped into his arms and pressed her smiling lips to his.

"I guess it went well," Spike murmured while she continued kissing him until he placed her back on the ground.

"I got the 'all clear!' I can do all the things I used to do minus bounty hunting... Are you absolutely sure you don't want me hunting anymore?"

"Yes. You're more helpful than Jet as our guardian angel."

"Aw. You think I'm an angel?"

Spike tapped her head. "Yeah, with horns to hold up your halo."

"Life's more fun when you mingle naughty and nice."

"Hm."

Her eyes shined as she stared up at Spike. The longer he held her gaze, the more her heart raced. Being told she could live life normally again gave her a new sense of freedom. Vida was herself again.

"Care to have dinner with me?"

"Don't I always eat with you, Spike?"

"This is special. To celebrate, I guess. Only us."

"Okay. I would love to have dinner with you. Where'd you get the woolongs for it?"

He put a cigarette between his lips but didn't light it. "Saving, asking Jet for help, and suffering with half a cigarette every day." That was when he pulled his lighter out.

"You didn't have to do that. Not for me."

Spike shrugged like it wasn't an inconvenience.

"Thank you, Spike." She pulled the cigarette from Spike's lips and stood on her toes to kiss him before whispering the three words she hadn't been able to stop saying since the night she revealed how deep her feelings ran.

His arms circled her waist before she could slip away and he kissed her hard. Her breath flew away and she nearly dropped his still smoking cigarette. Spike smirked and took it back, climbing into the Swordfish.

To say Vida was disappointed Spike didn't repeat the words back to her was an understatement. She assumed he'd tell her as soon as she left the doctor's office. Little did she know, Spike had a plan in mind.

•

Dinner went well. Spike took Vida to a hole-in-the-wall BBQ place with decent prices considering the amount of food they ate. Spike ended up eating all of his meal while Vida had to take a portion of hers home.

The lanky man carried Vida's food for her and took her hand in his free one. When he started walking in the direction opposite the Bebop, Vida tugged on his hand.

"The ship's the other way, Spike."

"Did I say we're going back there yet?"

"No." Vida chewed on her bottom lip. "Where are we going then?"

"You'll see."

A few minutes later – and a few laughs later – Spike stopped in front of a fairly ritzy hotel for Mars. Vida's eyes grew and her mouth fell open. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Wait. Did you... Are we staying here?"

"One night. No Jet. No Faye. A real bed and no metal walls." Spike leaned closer to her. "An entire night where we can do whatever we want."

"You're pretty romantic aren't you?" Vida squeezed his hand.

He huffed, the apples of his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Just come on."

Obediently, Vida followed Spike to the front desk and to their room all while bouncing on her toes. As soon as the door opened, Vida took off and leaped into the air. She landed on the bed spread-eagle. "Oh, this feels wonderful. It's been so long."

The door clicked shut as Spike chuckled. "Think we can get Jet to replace our beds?"

"Yeah right. Neither one of you would want to waste the money when good steak is available."

Vida turned her head to see Spike take his jacket off and drape it over a chair. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, giving her a lovely view of his arm muscles at work. "You're so handsome, Spike."

He paused and looked at her, eyes blinking like it was news to him. "I just took my jacket off."

"Uh-huh. And you look nice. I figured I'd tell you like the many times before." Vida tilted her head and smiled. "Are you nervous, Spike?"

"No."

"Are trying to figure out how to say something to me?"

"Again, no." He rolled his eyes and emptied his pant pockets.

"You don't have to make it a spectacle. Just say it." Vida rolled off the bed to stand in front of him. "It's not too hard. Scary, but not difficult. We both know how we feel." She tugged on his tie. "Repeat after me: I. Love. You. I love you. Easy."

Spike looked unamused.

"Do I need to say it first? I will if you need me to."

"Cut it out!"

"You don't have to tell me any specific way."

Spike turned away from her and pouted."

Vida kissed his cheek. "You're more of a romantic than I am and it's sweet. How about you think on it while I take a shower, okay?"

He didn't react, making her giggle.

"Be back soon, Spike."

•

Vida didn't bother washing her hair mostly because she didn't want to deal with waiting for it to dry. It wasn't worth the hassle.

Wondering if Spike brought any sleep clothes for her to change into, Vida opened the door to ask, a towel wrapped around her. She didn't expect the man to stop dead in the middle of the doorway. Her lips parted to speak, but he moved faster.

Spike pulled her into his arms where he started kissing her as if his life depended on it, trapping her between himself and the wall. With one arm, he lifted her higher, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Vida felt her towel slipping and went to grab for it, but Spike pinned that hand above her head. Her head spun too much to fight against him.

When they both finally needed air, Vida chuckled and kissed the end of his nose. "What an unexpected way to leave the bathroom. I wouldn't be opposed to making this a regular thing."

With a gentle touch, Spike released her hand and traced the line of her jaw. Vida closed her eyes, relishing the caress, and placed her palm against his chest. She angled her neck as his fingers trailed downward and across her shoulder. The soft press of his lips against her forehead made her sigh.

"I love you."

Her eyes opened and a smile lit up her flushed face. "I love you, too."

Spike pressed his face into her shoulder where his hand fell from and he hugged her close. Any feelings of lust she had in the moment floated away when his arms circled her waist. She carefully stood on her feet and ran her fingers through his fluffy hair. His lips briefly touched her skin.

Vida expected Spike to take her to bed the moment he said he loved her. That was – in a sense – the deal they made. But to have him embrace her, hide against her as if it took everything in him to say it made her truly feel the love he wanted to convey. It was more than the physical act.

"Thank you," she whispered, rubbing his back. Vida nuzzled his shoulder with her cheek.

He left a second kiss closer to her neck before Spike lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Spike laid Vida down, kissing her lips, and sitting up to look at her.

For the first time, Vida felt nervous – albeit in a good way. She watched his eyes study every inch of her flesh as he tugged away her towel. She almost wanted to cover herself but refrained.

Goosebumps rose across her skin when his hand rested on her belly, palm flat. Everywhere his hand went, the bumps followed. It was as if he was memorizing her.

"We've done this a lot, Spike," she breathed just as he placed a second hand on her, running both across her legs. "You know everything about my body."

He leaned over her and kissed her lips. "Not like this."

Warmth settled in her abdomen. A long and quiet moan slipped out of her mouth. Spike smirked against her lips before he continued his exploration. But he wasn't finished once his hands reached her feet. His lips still needed their turn.

Vida had no control over the short sound that came from her the second his breath neared where she ached for him most. When his lips touched, her whole body twitched, making her laugh and cover her mouth. "You're going to kill me before the night is over."

Spike planted a kiss below her belly button before resuming his exploration down her legs. And when he was done, he sat back on his feet and tugged Vida closer by her ankles. She squealed and sat up when her thighs pressed against his knees.

"This is extremely unfair," Vida said, bending her knees under her to straddle his lap. "I'm completely naked and you're still sitting her dressed."

"I'm not done yet." Spike nibbled on the flesh of her neck, one hand pressing her close to him. The other stroked the length of her thigh, from her knee to her hip and back. "Don't you want me to love you right?"

Vida groaned out a curse, relaxing completely against him.

Spike dared to chuckle. "That's what does it for you now?"

Vida stared, eyes dark and need. "When I have you, Spike Spiegel, the man who doesn't talk about how he feels often if at all, using the word 'love' casually. I get to hear how much I mean to you when you use that single word... So, yeah. That does it for me now." She ran her hand across his chest. "That and everything else about you. I love you."

A low hum rumbled in Spike's chest and he smiled. He laid Vida back down, hovering over her. "What should I do first, hm?"

She blinked. "Like... with you? Or me?"

"What should I do first?"

"Get undressed. Please, and thank you."

With a quick roll of his eyes and a smirk, Spike sat up and undid his tie, staring at Vida watching him. Her fingertips trailed along her stomach as he removed each article of clothing, pausing momentarily when he stood up to remove his pants and boxer.

"Now what?"

"Come here and let me do what you did for me."

Chuckling, Spike purposely crawled over her – leaving a kiss on a scar across her abdomen – and lay beside her. His eyes stayed on her while she gave him similar attention. His leg twitched and stomach muscles tensed when her hand gave extra attention to the appendage between his legs. Under his breath, he let out a groan the moment her lips fluttered by moments later. Vida ended her adventure with several kisses to his lips, straddling his waist to do so.

"Anything else I can do for you?" Spike asked, nibbling on her earlobe. Both of his hands settled on her waist to keep her still above him.

"Make love to me?"

Spike flipped her onto her back, his mouth on hers and tongue slipping between her lips. The sweet sound she made urged him forward, a low promise given to her when they pulled away from each other.

Knowing how deeply their love ran changed their sounds, their movements. Despite his eagerness, Spike took his time meeting with her, his lips never leaving her skin for more than a couple of seconds. The louder her moans became, the more feeling he put behind everything he did. But before either could completely lose themselves to their pleasure, they switched, Vida sitting atop him and using the same deliberate motions.

The first time they finished, Spike left lazy kisses on Vida's head, enjoying the weight of her spent body on him. Quiet mewls mixed with her heavy breaths while she tucked her arms under her as if settling in for a nap. Her flesh seemed to buzz as Spike ran his fingers up and down her spine. Vida refused to move even after her breath evened out.

Spike eventually rolled her off to detach from her, happily pulling her back into his arms so she could curl up against him.

Vida hummed and tucked her nose under his jaw. "That was well worth the wait." She drew shapes on his chest. "Thank you for tonight, Spike. It's been perfect."

"I'm not done with you yet, Vida."

"Mmm, good. Maybe we can take full advantage of the shower since we don't have any nosy roommates to bother us."

"Sounds fun."

"Don't let me fall."

"That's hard to do when you've already fallen for me."

Vida giggled, lifting her head to give him a sweet kiss. "I have fallen pretty hard for you, cowboy. I'm not sure I'll ever recover."

Spike's hand tangled in her hair to bring her back to his lips. The longer they kissed, the more they touched and shifted against each other. It wasn't long before Spike had Vida on her back with her legs draped over his shoulders.

The rest of the night continued similarly. They'd meet in passion, rest, meet again in a new way, rest, and so on. It wasn't until the early morning hours – after a steamy bout in the shower – when the couple crashed for the night, arms wrapped around each other as if they'd disappear.

Spike smiled to himself before sleep took him, picking up the mumbled words from Vida. Another reminder her heart was completely his. It was something far more precious than beef in his stirfry.

[hiatus-for-forever]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: For his birthday, Bakugou gets a date with his crush while they set up a party at the dorms

A/N: This is late cuz I had writers block during his birthday.

Quirk:  You can control plants and make them grow from the ground. You need a base through, like a seed or root and you can make it grow from that. You can move it and make it grow bigger and taller than it is (i.e. you can make a flower huge if you wanted to). If overused, you get dizzy and could pass out.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, cursing, suggestive content somewhere, ooc Bakugou

WC: 1,711

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You were in the common area as they were explaining the plan to you. The doofuses, also known as the entirety of class 1A, made a plan called Operation: Blaze It which was trying to surprise Bakugou with a birthday party. People were planning how to set everything up and decorate a cake you made beforehand. 

At the moment, the said hot-headed man was training with Todoroki, knowing there was no way he would turn down a chance to beat the half-and-half bastard’s ass as a birthday present . As the rest of the class trying to convince you to go through with distracting Bakugou, you were sitting there shaking your head.

“Nope, not doing it” you said, lips pressed to a thin line

“Please!” Kaminari pleaded

“Nuh uh”

“But all the other girls are busy, you already did your part by making the cake”

You liked Bakugou, that part everyone suspected but you never confirmed. Rightfully so as they only occasionally bothered you about him. But it was these times when they pushed you together you regretted enjoying the special treatment he gave you. He yelled and cursed at you less, even being caught helping you out with lessons or training from time to time. 

“Why does it need to be a girl? Can’t Kirishima do it? Y’know being the only other guy he doesn’t completely hate!?” You tried to reason

“Nope, he’s using his teeth to help open packaging later” Sero adds

“What about Jiro? She never annoy Bakugou and she’s not annoying” You suggested

“I disagree” Kaminari butts in, passing by while holding a box of decorations to be hidden.

“As you said, they never talk, it would be uncomfortable”

You grumbled, after going through a list of anyone else but you. They gave out excuse after excuse, hiding the real reason they wanted you to do it this way. In reality, the Bakusquad promised Bakugou a date with you. You didn’t know, of course, as they didn’t know for sure if you liked him back and just used this excuse. 

“Oh yeah and the reservation is under your name” Kaminari said

“.....What?” you seethed. They said to distract him, not to take him out on a date!

“So you take him out to a cafe and keep him away from the dorms until about 6:30 pm” Kaminari said as you tried to swing at him

“So this was set in stone and I had to argue for nothing!? You bitch!” Ojiro had to step in and hold you back with his tail as Kaminari cowered behind Tokoyami and some others in charge of buying more stuff. 

“You should get changed, they’re gonna be back soon” Ojiro sweat-dropped as you glared at him. You sighed

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, the dumbass Pikachu is the only one with a death wish here” you growled as Kaminari ran to ‘uh- check on the stuffs’. Ojiro let you go and you stormed off to your room.

You put on a some denim pants with a simple black off shoulder shirt. You wore black boots and stuffed your phone and wallet into your purse. You finished light makeup and brushed your hair. You headed down and as you exited the elevator you heard a whistle from Kaminari

“Whoo Y/N you look hot. Looking pretty for your date I see” he smirked

“Dumbass Pikachu” you grumbled and sat on the couch with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face. Kirishima came and sat next to you, “Bakugou’s just getting ready, here, to pay for your date” he handed you some money.

“It’s not a fucking date” you said lowly and Kirishima chuckled, “sure” he said and walked away.

You slumped back down in the couch and took out your phone and scrolled through Instagram. The elevator was heard opening and Bakugou stepped out and Kaminari hollered at him too, this guy does not stop bugging you two. 

“Wow Bakugou, it’s the first time I’ve seen you wear something this nice” he said. Bakugou glared at him as he cowered away, “Your date’s over there” Sero snickered and pointed at your direction, Bakugou already making his way over.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” you and him yelled simultaneously as they did so. You directed your glare at the floor and grabbed Bakugou by his wrist, missing the way his cheeks tainted pink. “Let’s go” you said and pulled him outside.

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The walk to the cafe was quiet, the cafe itself being really busy and known for its amazing treats and coffees. You can’t really walk in in the middle of the day expecting to find a seat as to why they had to call in for reservation. The place was pretty much full, not being as noisy as the people respected the fact it’s a cafe people come to enjoy their time. You told the busy waitress your name as she directed you two to a table and excused herself to get back to her work. 

You sat across from Bakugou and looked at the menu. You looked up from the menu and met Bakugou’s eyes. Deciding to break the ice he sighed, “Sorry you were dragged into this” 

You smiled nervously, since neither of you knew how the other got in this position internally screamed at yourself ‘DOES HE KNOW ITS A DISTRACTION? WHAT DID THEY TELL HIM? SHRUG IT OFF SHRUG IT OFFFFF’ 

“It’s fine, they gave us money to spend so let’s waste it all” you laughed as you swore his lips curved up a little. A waiters and waitresses were talking and sent a waiter to your table. You noticed this and told Bakugou to be ready with his order. Then you got an idea to mess with him. 

You jokingly gasped and he looked up at you, “Do I dare? Do I dare tell the waiters it’s your birthday?” You teased

His eyes widened and gave you a scowl, “Absolutely the fuck not” he said

You giggled and shook your head, “I’m just kidding, I won’t”

The waiter was called to a different table and he told a waitress to take care of your orders. She walked up to you, “So, what can I get for this lovely couple?’ she smiled

Your faces turned red as you looked away from each other, “We’re not dating” you said as Bakugou shook his head with a ‘nope’. 

She apologized as she took your orders, yours being a parfait and his being coffee jelly. She wrote it all down and walked away as you two were left with an awkward silence. You pulled out your phone and discreet picture of him and posting it on Instagram with the caption ‘aww he’s not screaming ���💘 @bakugou_katsuki #BlazeIt’  You said, hinting at his party

He was scrolling through social media too and saw the picture he looked up at you and you giggled. He smirked and took a picture of you too laughing your ass off and posted it with the caption ‘This bitch is so annoying get her away from me 😠 fuck you @Y/N-the-flower’

You pouted at him and went to your phone to comment

‘no u’

You smirked at him and laughed. He snickered with you, the awkwardness finally fading away. You turned off your phone, refusing to look at the comments of yours and Bakugou’s pictures

U 2 having fun? 😚

Get some!!1!

Yall should just fuck already

The tips of his ears turned red as he read the comments and mumbled, “These fuckers”

You pushed his phone to his chest, “bitch, don’t mind them” You smiled and he put his phone away. The treats came and the waitress set down a milkshake, “Um, we didn’t order this” you said politely.

“Oh excuse me, it’s on the house for those cute couples who haven’t got together yet” You blushed again, and he scowled at her as the young girl chuckled, “Thought so”

She placed the parfait in front of you and the coffee jelly in front of Bakugou and the milkshake in between you two while setting down two straws. “Enjoy!” she said happily and left you two. You looked at him and shrugged as you pulled the parfait closer and stuck the spoon in the chocolate strawberry treat. You brought some of it to your mouth and brought your lips around it, moaning at the sweet taste. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly at the whole thing, blushing and feeling his pants tighten. You looked at him, “dude, why aren’t you eating the food here is so fucking good” you said, unintentionally making a suggestive comment. 

“Uhm...” he said slowly taking a spoonful of his coffee jelly. You got another scoop of parfait and kept the spoon in your mouth a little longer. Bakugou was watching you with a weird abnormal expression in his eyes. You gazed at him with questioning eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you want some?” you asked and scooped some in the same spoon you used and brought it to his lips. 

The cool metal hitting his lips snapped him out as he reluctantly let you feed him. “You’re right, it is good” he grumbled. “Why were you acting weird anyway?” You asked, noticing how uncomfortable he looked. You slipped your foot out of the boot when you realized why, and rubbed it against the bulge you knew was in his pants. “Stop it!” he growled as you laughed and slipped your foot back in your boot.

 You smirked, “aww hell yeah, I fed Bakugou Katsuki without dying and I teased him” you cheered

He shoved a spoon of coffee jelly in your mouth to shut you up. “Now were even, and not a fucking word about this to the others!” he told you. You just giggled and nodded, swallowing the coffee jelly. You went back to eating as you just realized you indirectly kissed him...twice. You shook your head to push the thought to the back of your mind and ate another spoonful of parfait. 

You finished your parfait quickly as Bakugou did with his treat too. You both stared at the milkshake until you decided to speak up. “So, we gonna share?” you asked handing him a straw and taking the other for yourself. You grinned at him, “Wanna do that thing when we share and drink at the same time?” 

He shrugged, trying to hide the fact his heart was pounding. You took the straw from the paper and stuck it in, mixing up the contents of the tall glass. You then brought licked the unmixed whipped cream that remained on the top part of the straw, leaving some milkshake on your cheek. 

He called your attention, “You have a little something there” he said and pointed to your cheek, you licked as far as you could tasting some on your tongue so you thought, you got it. 

“Is it gone?”

“Ugh, dumbass”  he groaned and reached to swipe the drink off your cheek

“Thanks” you mumbled, turning a bright shade of pink

“Oh, what happened to confident little Y/N? Does touching your cheek make you blush?” he mocked

“Shut up, idiot” you said and grabbed his straw and put it on the other side of the milkshake. “Let’s take the picture”

“We’re taking a picture?” he asked, “Hell no”

“But it’d be cuuuute” you whined

“Fuck off”

“Please?” 

“No”

You stayed silent, “fine” you pouted pushing the drink away from you

“UGH” he groaned, “FINE! I’ll do it. No pictures!” 

You smiled and pulled it to you slightly, leaning on the table as Bakugou did the same, trying to keep his eyes from your cleavage. You both took a few sips and he pulled away first. You pulled away after a few more sips, “See! Harmless” you stated and pulled the milkshake for just you to drink.

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The milkshake was finished, you and Bakugou taking turns drinking from it. You looked at your watch, 4:03 pm. How the fuck were you supposed to distract him for 2 and a half more hours!? You payed for the treats you ate and stapped outside with Bakugou. 

“L’right, let’s go back now”

“NO!” you yelled unintentionally He looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I-I mean, uhh let’s go somewhere else”

“No, I’m tired”

“But I wanna go shopping” you said reluctantly, though you hated shopping

“No you don’t”

You sighed, “Yeah no I don’t...  But I wanna train”

“I already did earlier, plus you can’t train after we just ate”

You sighed and looked around for a distraction as he started walking away. “Wait!” you turned to your last resort

He looked back at you, “What?’

“Uh, um... I like you” You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

He chuckled, “After today it’s pretty obvious”

You scowled, “Shut up”

“I like you too dumbass, ‘s why the dumbasses promised me a date with you”

You realized why he agreed to go with you and your eyes met with him. “You said you were tired, right?” 

He nodded and you smiled, “Come” you said and grabbed his wrist once again. You led him to some woods and found a familiar trail of red carnations (that symbolize love, pride and admiration) that you followed, dragging Bakugou along. You reached a part of the woods that was just a big open space. It was full of flowers of all kinds, sizes, and colors. You let go and ran to the middle of it. He slowly walked to you as you giggled at the tumble you took. You saw him and pulled him down, a bed of daisies grew fast enough to catch him. He shook the shock out of him as you talked, “Daisies convey loyal love or could also be used to symbolize ‘I will never tell’ so this place is our little secret” you said.

He nodded and took in your features, your bright eyes, smooth hair, and perfect smile. You flipped over and looked at the sky, your face, relaxed and calm. “When no one knows about it, it stays quiet and peaceful, kinda weird bringing you here” you chuckled

He looked at the sky and put an arm behind his head, his other hand moving down to intertwine your fingers with his. “So, what’s up with this place? How’d you find it?” he asked quietly

“An old woman used to live in a house here and she was an old friend of my grandma. She allowed to come here and told me that when she passed away not to use the house since it was dirty, dusty, and full of pollen so she just told me to bury it in the soil and expand her beloved garden. So I did” you breathed out with a smile

He smiled when he looked at you and you met his eyes. “Wanna do something cool?”

He smiled, “Sure” and sat up. You didn’t stand up though, “You don’t need to move, I think there’s one here” you said referring to one of the tulip seeds you planted everywhere. You pressed your palm to the ground and activated your quirk

The ground rumbled as a huge tulip grew from underneath you. You laughed excitedly as it lifted you and Bakugou up, resting you two inside its halfway open petals. You rested against each other, your torso fell on his chest as he leaned back on a soft but firm petal. Your laughs softened as you got comfortable on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and closed his eyes, allowing you to gaze at him and stealthily set an alarm for 6 o’clock. Soon you dozed off too.

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The alarm sounded loudly, waking you and Bakugou, the latter groaning and moving to stretch. “Sorry, sorry” you said, voice croaky from the nap, turning th alarm off and getting up. You rubbed your eyes, getting used to the light of the setting sun. Shaking Bakugou awake you suggested to get back before it gets dark and hard to get out of the woods. He nodded while groggily getting up, you using your quirk to get the tulip to drop you two down on the soft grass. 

You shivered from the lower temperature and Bakugou took notice. He wrapped his jacket around you and you put your arms through the holes. The sleeves that only reached halfway through Bakugou’s forearm, reached past your wrists. He thought you looked adorable, being small and all, but the moment is ruined when you decided to mock him, “Wow, didn’t know the Katsuki Bakugou was a gentleman”

“Shut up before I take it back” he grumbled

“Okay, okay” you threw your hands up in surrender

“Also,” he started, “Call me Katsuki” he whispered

“What was that?” you asked, feigning innocence

“CALL ME KATSUKI GODDAMNIT”

“Hey, hey, no need to yell, Katsuki” you said, his name rolling off your tongue

“Shut up, let’s get going” he secretly did like hearing you say his name. But he hid it whilst tugging you to the direction of Heights Alliance. You laughed and held his hand, leaning onto his arm. The walk was nice and comfortable, the both of you at peace with one another.

You reached the dorms, forgetting about the surprise party as you walked in the dark building, still latching onto Bakugou’s arm. The lights were suddenly turned on, everyone jumping out of their hiding places. 

“SURPRISE!!” everyone froze on the spot, seeing you clinging onto Bakugou, wearing his jacket.

“BAKUGOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND!?” everyone erupted into cheers as you buried your face into Bakugou’s chest as everyone tried to pry information out of you.

[queenofgotham800]

Little-Big Fights (3-3)

(Roman Sionis x Reader)

Warnings:Gramatical Errors, Swearing, Blood, Hospital, Bit of OOC Roman, Angst

(A/n): I want to thank you all, for reading this story and voting, or rebloging the last chapter. It really means a lot to me. 💜

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

You took a deep breath and the finger on the trigger moved, you turned the gun at his leg and heared the shot. It didnt killed him, but he backed up, screaming and his weight started to pull him down from the pier...

In second, that Roman slowly started dissapearing behind the edge, you ran to him, laying on cold and ground. With one hand, you caught his arm and with second; the hurted one, you caught iron railing of the pier, hoping you won't fall down with him. Storm, strong wind and rain didn't made it easier for you. 

"Please don't let me fall," he was scared, looking in yours (y/c) eyes. 

"I won't." you shouted to Roman, trying to pull him up. The view was scary enough for you, so when Roman started to turn his head down you mumbled, "No, no, no, don't look down honey." He didn't listen and looked underneath, just to see sharp iron debris, sticking dangerously from pier. His eyes widen from increased fear. You didn't even realized you called him honey. Since it was raining and your arm was in pain, his hand started to slowly slip from yours. He was also too heavy for you, and you couldn't pull him up without help. Roman saw the fear in your eyes, frowned and looked down again. 

"(Y/n), you need to let me go!" he shouted through the wind. You didn't listen him, still trying to pull him up.

"Seriously, I don't want to pull you down with me." he said and you tightened the grip around his arm.

"No, I can't. I rather fall down with you," you felt how you slowly started to lose the strenght in arm. Roman smirked, "I always loved your stubbornness, but this is not the right time for it (y/n). Just close your eyes and let me go," Roman said while looking in your eyes fulled with tears. You were not ready for this. You were slowly letting him go, not becouse you wanted, but becouse you didn't had the strenght to hold him anymore. 

Then you felt somebody kneeling next to you.

"Uh, can I help or is it personal?" Harley asked. When you heared her voice you sighed in relief, "Help would be appreciated now..." 

"Romy I know, you just tried to kill my friend, but it seems that my other friend is in love with you," Harley started to speak to Roman and she gave him her hand. "I am not!" you said when you knew that Roman is safe as Harley started to pull him back on pier. "You are. Yeah, at first you shot him, which means that you wanted revenge, you got your revenge. And if you weren't in love with him, you would let him fall," Harley smiled and you frowned. Roman was already laying on pier and he screamed when you touched his leg. "And of course, Mister Queef Richards loves you too," Harley said and you lifted eyebrows as you heard the nickname. "Who?" you asked and watched Harley laugh, pointing at Roman. "Oh.." you mumbled, looking at his wounded leg. "I mean, he has your ring, he didn't wanted to pull you down with him. I would never ever thought that this man can love, but you," Harley made a dramatical pause, catching your shoulder, "you have such a nice personality, that you are changing him to better person," she smiled at you, pulling you to hug. "Thank you," you said, "Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I think you should check on him," Harley said and then you turned back to look at Roman who held his leg in panic. You walked to him, still keeping some distance. 

"Thank you.." Roman frowned and mumbled. 

"You don't have to thank me, I did it for my friend (y/n)," Harley said and dissapeared with Cassandra Cain-who watched all this from distance- in fog. 

After weird quiet of staring at eachother wounds you asked, "Did the bullet came through? Or is it still there?"

"It looks like it came through," Roman said and groaned in pain. 

You kneeled down to him, "Give me your shirt." 

"What?" he asked and put down his suit. "I need to stop the bleeding," you said with serious expresion and he nodded. You didn't saw his body whole month, but you could say he gained bit of weight. This month you just fighted eachother, had big arguments over little things or big things. This moment was a welcomed change for you both, even when Roman was bleeding. 

You took his shirt, pushing it to the wound, pulling out your old phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Roman, "I am calling ambulance," you said, refusing to look at his blue eyes. He tried to take your phone from your hand.

"And what are you doing?" you asked, pulling it away from his reach. 

"I don't want to live without you. I can't live without you," he said and you tilted your head in disbelief. "No, just stop. You can't be like this," you scolded him and then sighed, "I'm gonna call the ambulance, there is no way that i am letting you die, after saving your life."

"(Y/n), please," Roman cried and you didn't knew if its becouse of the wound in leg or in his heart. 

"No!" you shouted. After calling ambulance, you could not stand the fact, that he is crying and you hugged him. "Just stop crying, you know I hate to see you like that," you pulled him closer and he burried his face in your shoulder. "She was right," Roman mumbled and you pulled him away, "Who?" you asked. "Quinn. When she said I love you," Roman said, holding your cheek. 

"Why..Why are you doing this to me," you said through tears, "Just one day without you and you nearly killed yourself. I dont want to think about things that would happen if I weren't here." you caught his hand on your cheek. "You probably wouldn't get shot, I am sorry and I quite understand why you shot me," he looked on your arm, worried. "I am so sorry, (Y/n)."

You lifted his chin and looked at bruises on his face, some of them were still bleeding. 

"Please, I'll stop flirting with others, just please come back. I need you so much," Roman said and put down ring from the chain. "I..I..Roman, I mean, are you sure? This month we were just arguing. I love you so much, but I can't be with you, if you don't like my presence," you said, looking on the ring. 

"I am sorry for this month, (y/n), for everything. I didn't gave you my attention, i was mean to you... I fully deserve this," Roman pointed at his leg. You took a deep breath, you never saw him sad like this and it was breaking your already broken heart. "I.. forgive you then," you said, taking the ring slowly from his shaken hand. When you had it on finger, you smiled through the tears and Roman kissed you and hugged you again. 

Sun was rising, but rain was still falling down on Gotham. 

"I love you so much," Roman whispered in your ear, and you felt how his hands felt down and he felt down too, laying on the cold pier with closed eyes. 

Last thing he saw was the sunshine in your eyes. Your beautifull eyes fulled with tears. Your voice screaming his name. He didn't felt the pain going through his leg. Everything was calm and dark... "(Y/n)..." he whispered

Then, he saw light. Lights were flickering against his face. He was still alive, slowly breathing, but still alive. Then Roman closed his eyes again. 

He heared you, singing a familiar somg to him, felt your hand tangled in his hairs. 

"(Y/n)?" Roman said, and he was surprised how weirdly his voice sounded. You smiled at him, giving him cup with water. "Roman, honey," you caught his hand and sighed in relief, "How are you feeling?" After that, Roman remembered at his leg, looking down to it. 

"It hurts," he said touching the cast. "I am sorry, i didn't meant to shoot you that badly," you said.

"No, dont be sorry," Roman mumbled and sat on hospital bed.

"Doctor said you have to have it like two months maybe..." you sat next to your husband. 

"Two months? Wait what does it mean?" Roman looked on you, concerned.

"Well, it means you have to rest. I will take care of you," you said giving him kiss on cheek. 

"Oh, i would like that," Roman smiled. 

You missed this version of him. Of course, he could be brutal and cruel, but he could be also soft, but only for you. You cupped his face, which was still bruised and covered in blood, since doctors refused to clean him. Either they were afraid of him or they hated him. 

"Doctor also said you can go, when you wake up. Honestly, I just want to go, hospital is bringing me some old memories which I would like to forget," you said and Roman wanted to get down from bed, but you stopped him. "No, no, no, wait here, don't move," you said and ran outside his room for something. "Where do you think i would go?" he smirked. Alone, in that room he was afraid too, but then you came back with wheelchair. 

"Looks like I've got new driver after all," Roman smiled and you helped him to sit there. 

1 month later, Black Mask Club

You were standing in middle of the club, dressed in fancy dress looking on guests dancing under stage, having fun. At first if was hard to take care of the club, but you somehow managed it. After that, you came upstairs to Roman. His leg was slowly healing, but he was still in wheelchair. 

"Hey babe," you came into dining room, where he sat, reading newspapers. 

"Hello, how are you cutie," asked Roman, while giving you soft kiss. 

"Good and so is the club," you said pulling the wheelchair to bedroom. 

"I have some news," Roman said while you helped him to dress up to his pajamas. "Tell me then," you smiled and opened wardrobe to find yours too. "I sold the warehouse, there was just lots of ugly memories and..." he didnt finished the sentence becouse you kissed him.

"I have some news too," you smiled and caught his hand, slowly placing it onto your belly.

"Wait.. I.. I am.. I am going to be a father?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. "I am going to be father," Roman laughed and kissed you. That night, you were both cuddling thinking about the name for baby.

[joseqhine]

JOSEPHINE’S AUDITION: lady macbeth

ooc note: josie is auditioning for the role of lady macbeth, but let me make this clear - i do not want her to get that role. if josie is going to do any sort of growing/learn any humility over the course of the semester, then she needs to be challenged and step out of the spotlight a bit. her audition is obviously not perfect, but she is still a good actress, so i suppose i wouldn’t go so far as to say she gets an unimportant role, but just not a lead. she doesn’t deserve it! :)

Josephine felt as if she were floating high above her body as she waltzed into the audition room, taking her place on the stage with a dazzling smile and yet feeling ever so empty inside. With glazed eyes, she looked somewhere past the table that had been set to watch her. She wasn’t all there - she was disconnected. Disjointed. Fragments of her had been scattered across the stage, the rest were forming piles of dust around the grave of Orson Hobbs. That was who her mind had decided to focus on as she’d stepped through the door - not herself, not Heidi, not even Lady Macbeth. Orson Hobbs. He has a hold on you even when he’s six feet under. Perhaps even moreso. For three and a half years, Josephine had stepped into the audition room and felt at peace, she’d locked eyes with her director and flashed him her signature smile, she’d given her monologue like it was just idle conversation and she’d allowed herself to be showered in praise before leaving, knowing exactly where her name would sit when the cast list was released. But now, it was different. Now, she came in with him on her mind, and when she smiled, it wasn’t at Orson, but at a woman who wasn’t so easily fooled by a flash of pearly whites.

Nothing was certain now, was it? Auditions had once been the easiest thing in the world for Josephine. She walked out with an easy smile because she knew where she belonged and that she was going to get there, but this audition wasn’t like the others, because it was filled with uncertainty. All week Josie had been spewing the words of Lady Macbeth just simply to get them in her head, but she hadn’t really been preparing - she’d forgotten, for those few blissful days, that the ground she stood on was no longer so solid. When Harry had let slip that name, Orson, Josephine had been thrown back into a reality she didn’t want to face - a reality where she should’ve tried much harder to prepare for this audition. With her smile still placed on her lips and her glazed eyes still settled just above Heidi’s head, Josephine began. “My name is Josephine Flores and today I will be auditioning for the role of Lady Macbeth.” Unable to help herself, Josephine’s eyes fell and landed on her new director, whose eyes were boring into her. In fact, Heidi didn’t even break eye contact to take note of what Josie had just said. She continued to look at her, eyes slightly narrowed, brow slightly furrowed, her lips pursed as though she was considering her student. Josephine hated it. All she could think of was just how badly she wished it was Orson who was looking at her now - Orson was the only one who was allowed to look at Josephine like that.

Feeling as though she must continue, Josie smiled wider still and pressed on. “I will be performing for you Lady Macbeth’s soliloquy from Act 5, Scene I of Macbeth.” At this, Heidi’s eyebrows shot up, and she finally broke eye contact to jot something down in her notes. Josephine paused. She knew this was the predictable route - she knew that others would think it utterly ridiculous - but when she’d chosen it, she hadn’t cared. She knew what she could perfect, and she knew that it was this monologue. There was no use hiding behind a role that wasn’t what she was already ridiculously good at. And up until now, she hadn’t even questioned it. But now… silence rang through the FAB in the few seconds after Josephine spoke. She was waiting for his words, waiting for Orson’s thunderous voice to fill the theatre and his gorgeous smile to tell her she had chosen a wonderful piece, and she was going to perfect it. But he’s not here. And you’re left standing alone, not even his ghost to comfort you. You’re alone. He’s not here. And you’re not here. You’re far away. You’re six feet under.

Allowing her smile to melt into something more chilling, Josephine began. “Out, damned spot! Out, I say!” Her words echoed through the cavern of the theatre, the role of Lady Macbeth falling easily over her like a comforting cloak. “-- One, two. Why, then, ‘tis time to do ‘t. Hell is murky!” This was it. This was what Josephine did. She filled the stage with her presence, she lit up an audience with her words. She was at home in this role, though it wasn’t because there was any particular affinity to what Lady Macbeth was going through. She was at home because she was center stage. She was the leading lady in a play that had been put on for centuries, she was the star with the spotlight shone directly on her. Josephine didn’t see any connection to Lady Macbeth’s situation, and when she fell into the role, it wasn’t because she was becoming Lady Macbeth. She was good, but her goal was always to entertain. She craved the applause. And she was sensational. Any audience would be lucky to see her.

And that was when Josie’s eyes fell on her audience. And something in her began to shake. Her audience… not him. Not him. Not him. But her. And she wasn’t him. She could never be him. How dare she sit in his seat! How dare she take on this role when Orson was always meant to be the lead! Heidi wasn’t even an understudy - she was a background character. And she should be ashamed to call herself director when the real director’s life had been cut short. How dare she.

The sight of Heidi set a clear pause in Josephine’s performance. For three seconds that lasted far too long, something fell away. Josephine was hollow. It was not just Lady Macbeth that was gone - it was Josephine herself. She was just a body on a stage, not even a ghost. Like he is now. Just a body in a grave, not even a ghost. He’s gone. And you’re gone too.

Josephine finished her monologue faster than she had ever rehearsed and moved to stand back in the middle of the stage, not even a pretend smile lighting up her face any more. Her jaw set as she stood to look at Heidi, and Heidi stared right back. They were both silent for a moment. Seconds passing, silence between them, but their eyes staring at each other. Josephine’s eyes were filled with disgust. Heidi’s seem to be filled with disappointment.

“Did you have anything else prepared?” Heidi’s voice finally cut through the silence, and Josie glared at her, arms lying limp at her sides though they ached desperately to cross over her chest.

“No,” Josephine retorted, staring still at her director who continued to stare right back.

“Do you want to be here right now, Miss Flores?”

Josephine paused. The question caught her off guard. Of course you don’t. Anywhere but here. Somewhere with him. “What makes you ask that?” She questioned, unable to answer the question as politely as she knew she should.

“I get the feeling something is wrong, Josephine. Like perhaps you know what you have done is not enough. But I don’t believe that you don’t care - from what I have heard, you are a wonderful performer. And you enjoy being here. So why, then, would you give me this performance? What are you thinking of, when you prepare and when you perform and when you are standing here in front of me now?”

Something in Josephine swelled. How dare she speak to her this way. She didn’t have the right. She doesn’t know you. Orson knows you. And you would never have let him down.

“You’re not him.” Josie’s jaw was taught and her lips were tight as narrowed eyes stared down Heidi. “You will never be him. Orson knows who I am. He knows that I am good. Orson would never sit there and try to tell me I hadn’t done enough. He tells me I’m the best because I am the best. You ask what I’m thinking of when I prepare, and when I perform - I think about how I am better than anyone else who will come and stand on this stage for you, and I think about how I deserve to be here more than anyone else. I think about how Orson will tell me I am not just good, but great.” Josephine knew she had a short temper - she knew this - but she didn’t care. If Heidi wanted an explanation, then she would get one.

Heidi paused once more and looked one final time at Josephine, studying her as if with a new set of eyes. “You’re right, Josephine. I’m not Orson. I will never be Orson. But I think you need to realise that unfortunately, Orson is gone. You cannot search for his approval anymore - it is my approval that matters, not that of a dead man. You can stand there and tell me you are great all you want, but I need to see that for myself. I need you to show me.” Heidi’s calm voice trailed off before she offered Josie a small smile and a wave of her hand. “That will be all. Thank you for coming in today.”

ORSON IS GONE. And Josephine is lost without him.

[tentoriwrites]

Voltage Otome Trope Bingo #1

Eons ago @hifftn​ came up with this idea to do Trope Bingo for the various Voltage fandoms. I finally finished my first piece! Circled in blue below you will see the tropes featured in this fanfic!  2,600+ words of pure indulgence with only a vague touch of plot to keep it from being too cluttered! XD Also, sorry about Atlas being a bit OOC, I haven’t really read his route in like a year now... ^_^;

“You’re the only person I know that sprains their ankle running in a straight line on level ground!” Atlas shouted as he looked over the park planter to eye our assailants. A hail of bullets ricocheted off the planter throwing up sparks and chips of concrete. He immediately ducked back down.

“To my credit, I was being shot at!” I quipped back fearfully as I clutched my throbbing ankle.

“Which makes the running in a straight line bit EVEN better.” He grumbled as he checked his ammunition.

“Well... some of us aren’t used to being shot at every day!”

“Only every other day…”

“HEY!” It’s not like I wanted to be a criminal… I pouted for a brief moment until I felt the ground rumbling. I looked around in horror as I saw everyone rushing to clear the streets. Even our assailants were booking it out of Dodge.

“What’s going on?” Atlas looked around in disbelief.

“Oh stars…” It occurred to me then what planet we were on. “Atlas… We need to get inside!”

“Yeah, like I’m just going to sit on my hands and wait for them to come back!” He was already on his feet offering me a hand.

“You don’t understand you should just leave me here!” I took his hand and gave him a quick shove towards a nearby laundry once I was upright.

Atlas let out a long suffering sigh before hefting me into his arms bridal style. “Would you make yourself useful and shut up!” He took off at a pace much faster than I imagined he could while carrying so much physical and emotional baggage around. The closer we got to the door, the more the rumbling intensified. A good Samaritan threw the door open and yanked us in. Without explanation, they slammed it shut and hit a switch on the wall. Heavy sounding metal plates slid down and locked firmly into place.

“You just made it!” An old woman standing near a basin of sudsy water chimed over the intensifying rumble. She pulled the plug to drain the water. “Another moment or two longer and you would have been cooked!” The nonchalant way she said that last line was deeply unsettling…

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on here or do you just expect me to hack into the Union database and figure out?” Atlas huffed as he finally put me back on my feet.

The old woman eyed me a moment when I winced.

“This whole planet is covered in huge underground springs.” I pulled out my tablet and showed him a geologic map of the area. “This town is right next to one of the largest. It’s famous throughout the Union for going off once a month and spews millions of gallons of super-heated water into the air.”

“Darn right, Missy!” The old woman interjected as everyone started looking up to the ceiling. The rumbling had stopped. Suddenly, it felt like the whole world was splitting in two just before the deluge. A deafening roar of water filled the air and vibrated the building in a wholly different way than before.  The old woman met my anxiety driven expression with a serene smile. “I built this place specially to harness the mineral water and turn it into a luxury hot spring!”

Atlas and I both looked around dubious of that comment. The laundry was small, cramped, and extremely dirty. The old woman seemed to pick up on this immediately, donning a huge grin. “Follow me…”

Atlas and I both looked at each other.

“That wasn’t a request…” Her sweet old woman demeanor dropped in an instant as she shot us a death glare from the doorway.

“Listen lady.” Atlas started to give her a piece of his mind.

“I assure you, criminal, I’m no lady.” A devious smile crept across her lips as everyone in the laundry pulled out guns and aimed them at us.

My heart hammered in my chest as I eyed the still locked doors and windows. My mind was trying desperately to figure out if I could hack into the system with my tablet.

“We’re all criminals like you!” The old man chimed very pleased with herself. “Hate those Union bastards! So any enemy of theirs is a friend of mine. Come on now and have a nice soak. It’ll fix that ankle right up!”

“It’s not like we can really leave right now…” Atlas vaguely motioned to the windows on one side of the building.

“Even if I lifted the metal plates you still couldn’t waltz out there right now anyways.” The old woman started tottering down a hall.

“The water has to drain and the surface has to cool down.” I explained as I glanced at Atlas.

“Guess we really have no choice then…” Atlas holstered his gun and started for the door. He offered me a hand when he noticed me hopping along awkwardly.

The old woman was standing in the middle of a lavish, wide hall. It looked like we had stepped into a whole other world. “Nice, no?” She grinned wide as she pulled out a key ring. Pulling a key out immediately, she unlocked the door in front of her. “Have a nice rest, on the house. Once everything settles down, you can give those Unions idiots the slip.” She seemed pretty genuine in the offer, but Atlas still gripped my hand tightly.

“Give me one good reason why we should trust you.”

The old woman laughed long and hard. “We clean a lot of things here for a lot of people, Sonny. Including items for people very much opposed to the Union. You’re in good hands.” She donned a cheesy smile and stuck out her pinkie. “I promise.”

“A pinkie promise is pretty serious.”

“You have got to be kidding me…” Atlas smacked his forehead.

“Well say what you want but I take them very seriously!” I hobbled over to the old woman and linked my pinkie with hers.

“Atta girl!” She shook her hand up and down while our pinkies were still locked. Then she shoved the door open revealing the most lavish room I had ever seen. “I’ll have some food brought by soon, enjoy the bath in the meantime!” With that she tottered away leaving me to ogle the room.

Atlas finally joined me at the door, but he seemed just as dumbfounded as me. After a long moment of stunned silence, he muttered under his breath. “Smugglers…” A faint smile he took a tentative step into the room. “Well they definitely aren’t going to bring the Union here…”

“Well that’s a relief…” I wandered in behind him and closed the door. The whole room was full of rich and plush fabrics from the blankets on the bed to the upholstery on the furniture. I sank into an over-sized chair and sighed in satisfaction. “This is nice…”

“Yeah but where is this bath?” Atlas very cautiously opened the only other door in the room. “That’s not a bath…”

“What is it?” I sat up and craned my neck to look into the room.

“A damn swimming pool…”

I knew I looked completely confused as I got up and walked up behind him. Swimming pool was an exaggeration but it was definitely not a bath tub. 5 or 6 people could comfortably sit in the steaming water.

“That looks wonderful…”

“Then get in.” Atlas started to move to leave. He must have seen the pout on my face because he stopped and faced me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face. “You look like you have something to say…” Even though his voice had a gruff edge there was a fire in his eyes.

“Well…” My eyes darted to the pooltub as I scrambled for an excuse to get him to join me. “I was just thinking I might need some help getting in and out. What if I slip and get hurt even worse?” Yes play to your strengths! Even if those strengths include being a total klutz…

Atlas rolled his eyes as if he were completely put off by the whole thing. “Fine, fine…” He offered me his hand again. “It’d be a pain in the pass if I had to carry you all the way back to the ship.”

SCORE!

I sat down on a chair near the “bath” and started taking my jacket off. I looked over and Atlas was on the complete opposite side of the room taking his jacket off. Well he did agree to take a bath with me so I guess I can’t be too mad. Except he stopped after taking off his jacket…

“I thought you were going to take a bath too…”

He gave me a smug look. “I said I would help you in and out. I never said I was taking one with you.”

Not… technically… wrong… I sighed inwardly before taking off the rest of my clothes. Gentleman that he was, Atlas didn’t look the whole time. Which filled me with one part relief, one part odd disappointment. With a towel wrapped around me, told him I was ready.

I took the hand he offered me and a ginger stepped to the edge of the bath. Just as I was about to step in, a sharp pain in my ankle made me jump. Small though it may have been, it was enough to make me slip and start falling. I watched as the water seemed to come ever closer, in slow motion, that is until something completely different filled my vision. After the water cleared, I realized that Atlas had broke my fall and was now blowing bubbles at me from under the water. As if in a horror movie with one jump scare after another, the towel lazily floated between us…

“Sorry!” I hurriedly grasped the towel and moved to get off the very unamused looking Atlas. I barely covered myself and scurried to a corner of the spacious bath to cower in mortified shame and embarrassment. Atlas looked at me completely exasperated as half his face remained below the surface, then quickly looked away.

“You gonna do something with that towel or you gonna pretend to be a bathhouse lady?” His head now fully above the water, I could see his cheeks turning a bit red. I stared at him agape for a minute while my brain argued with itself as to whether the water caused his red cheeks or he was blushing. Atlas Molniya absolutely doesn’t blush. Can we make Atlas Molniya blush? I’m certainly willing to try!

“Since you’re already all wet…”I smiled awkwardly at Atlas hoping the heat of the water would explain away my red cheeks too.

“Do you know where we are…?” There was a dangerous lilt to his voice that completely threw me off.

“In… a… bathtub…?” I was pretty sure that wasn’t the answer he was looking for but the look he was giving me made it REALLY hard to think straight. The only thing louder than my racing heart was the slow slosh of the water every time he moved closer.

“We’re in an underworld bathhouse… You do know what kinds of things happen in underworld bathhouses, right?”

“I’m… guessing more than just nice, relaxing baths?” It was more a squeak than anything.

“So much more…”

He was so close now I would have been able to feel his breath if it weren’t for the steam rising from the water. “TOO CLOSE!” I thrust out my hand and connected with his forehead

“Finally starting to understand the completely ridiculous situation we’ve managed to get ourselves in?” Atlas was back, but he still looked off.

“Well yes… But… Are you feeling all right?” I tried to sound more concerned than nervous but the shark in the water routine had been a bit much. In fact, I was feeling a little dizzy between my racing heart and the hot water.

“Never better. Why?” He stood up as he said this and immediately started wobbling. “Ok, maybe not…” He managed to get half way down again before he passed out… right on top of me…

“Oh, stars…”

Somehow I managed to get us both out of the bath and on to the floor. I had to get him out of these soaking wet clothes. And well… that was… certainly… something…

“Please don’t wake up right now… Please don’t wake up right now.” Red-faced I fumbled with the fastener on Atlas’s pants, with my eyes closed. The same quiet prayer escaping my lips on repeat.

“Ya know, consent goes both ways.” An irritated voice muttered as a clammy hand grasped mine.

“Oh stars! It wasn’t like that!” I feel as though my face got even redder at that moment. “I just thought if I couldn’t get you into the bed I could at least get most of your wet clothes off!” I huffed and turned away pouting.

“Uh huh…” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or truly skeptical of my motives.

“Are you feeling any better than that you’re out of the hot water?”

“Yeah.” Without saying much else he got to his feet, soggy shirt in hand.

“Uh…”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for this day to be over.”

“Oh…” I tried to hide my disappointment. It had been a really long day after all, what with the being chased and shot at, harbored by some crazy old lady in the criminal underworld, bathtub shenanigans… I came to an immediate stop next to Atlas, coming to the same realization at about the same time.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no! You just passed out! Take the bed and I’ll take the couch!”

“What kind of man would I be if I made a woman sleep on a couch when there’s a perfectly good bed?” He gave me a glare, but it was half-hearted at best.

“We could…” Oh stars… should I really say it?

“What? We could what?” Atlas flopped down on the couch and looked up at me.

“We could… just sleep together… in the bed… since there’s only one…”

His eyebrow quirked up ever so slightly. A blush started creeping up his neck. “I was trying to be a gentleman… But you’re making it real damn hard, I hope you’re aware of that.”

“I just don’t want you to sleep on the couch if you aren’t well.”

“It’s hard to think you have anything but bad intentions when I wake up to you in nothing but a towel trying to take my pants off…”

Oh… that is not a good look for my heart… I watched as he push the button on the wall to turn off the lights.

“AH!”

“What? Do you really want to have sex with the lights on?” I could hear shuffling as he moved closer. “I lived with Jaxson long enough that I refuse to have sex with the lights on.”

That’s fair. Jaxson does seem like the type to just… burst in at random times…

“Well no... it’s just I didn’t think you’d actually take me up on it?” There was just enough light in the room for me to see him get close. “What about you passing out?”

“I had to carry you halfway across town while being shot at. I was just overheated from that is all.”

“Ugh… I really should go on a diet…”

“Why? You’re fine just as you are…” His cool fingers worked their way under the towel until they found the flesh of my sides and gave it a firm squeeze.

“Oh stars…” Before I knew what was happening I was in the bed.

“Tonight, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we can take our time…” Much like the name of his ship, there was so much promise in his voice.

“Uh… are you at least going to let me put some clothes on first?”

“Nope.”

“Oh… all right…” Unable to get up through the tangle of his body of mine, I opted to snuggle up next to him and fall asleep instead.

[eirist]

Sweet Surrender

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot scribble.

Rating: T (Sweet and light this time)

Note: I just wanted to digress from the usual and just place these two in a light moment together. Plus, I needed to create something to get the writing gears going on again and finish some still-pending prompt requests.

Summary: Though somehow in the middle of their often misinterpreted relationship, they did realize...  

He stood in silence inside the darkened library with the corner of his mouth lifted up in amusement as his good eye settled on the hunched figure, draped peacefully over her mapping desk, fast asleep. 

He noticed that there were maps drying on the table in the center of the room. Zoro counted five of them… with the sixth one still half-done and right underneath the slumbering navigator.

Shaking his head, he approached her. From the looks of it (and based on the number of maps she finished, the fact that he hadn’t seen her since lunch and the idiot’s cook non-stop wailing about his Nami-swan not coming down from the library for dinner), she’d been drawing and charting for almost the whole day.

Zoro studied the orange-haired girl. She could’ve stopped working once she was tired, instead of randomly falling asleep while still in the middle of sketching.

But this is Nami.

And she is freaking stubborn as hell.

Besides, drawing maps… are her pride and joy. And once she gets into the zone it would be hard to make her take a break.

He learned it the hard way.

With her head still resting on her right arm, Nami continued to doze. There was no movement from her at all, except for the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. Not even to swipe away an errant lock of hair that randomly fell across her face.

Standing near her, he noted the scattered quills, measuring instruments and notebooks surrounding her. Three bottles of ink were uncapped. He made a clicking sound with his tongue at her carelessness.

He covered the bottles, placing them on the nearest bookshelf, far away from the danger of accidentally spilling all over the mapmaker and her desk.

Zoro gently removed the eyeglasses she was clutching in her hand, placing it aside. He reached out to brush the stray strand away from her face, before glancing towards the unfinished map that she was using as a pillow.

As softly as possible, he tapped a finger on a random black line, checking if the ink on them is still wet. If it is, Nami will be waking up with hard-to-remove lines and figures on her face and arms.

Luckily, he realized, she had fallen asleep on the still blank part of the paper.  

A snore unexpectedly came from her—loud and scandalous—earning a roll of his grey eye, as well as a snort from him. 

Talk about unladylike and ungraceful. She'll be pissed to know that she does snore despite her claims of being 'delicate' and 'decorous'.

She suddenly mumbled something under her breath and he crept closer to hear her better.

"Mmm...” she murmured. “Tie up the sails… a storm is coming in half a minute… steer the ship 30 degrees northeast! Zoro! Get your lazy ass moving... mmm..." her voice trailed off, snoring again before she was pulled into a much deeper sleep cycle.

He didn’t fight the smile that crept across his face. Even asleep she was still navigating, forecasting the weather...

And ordering him around as usual. 

Her head lolled to the left, as she probably tried to turn her body in her sleep. His hand immediately came up to prevent her from rolling her face across her still-drying work.

"Uuhmmm..." she groaned. That pulled her out of her sleep. She drowsily opened her eyes to stare at him, her brown eyes unfocused.

"You're gonna nose dive into your map and desk," Zoro explained, unconsciously rubbing his thumb on her cheek while checking her face for ink marks. 

She just blinked up at him, still in a half-asleep state.

Zoro sighed at her response or lack thereof. "Let's get you to bed," he suggested as he moved to slip an arm under her knees and back, effortlessly lifting her up. 

"Hmmm..." she hummed dozily, automatically snuggling closer to him. "Not yet..."

"You're already tired. Just call it a night."

“Mmmm…”

"I'll take you to your room. You can finish the rest of your maps tomorrow alright?"

A slight shake of her head told him no. 

He gazed at her disapprovingly. 

"I still have to clean up..." she whispered. "There are—"

"I'll tidy it up ok? Just get some sleep."

She finally tilted her head back to regard him through half-lidded eyes. "Really?" She asked amusedly though a bit groggily.

"Really." 

"That's just...” she closed her eyes and nuzzled his chest again. "Great…”

Zoro grunted in response.

“Though I still want to draw..." the cat thief murmured, yawning.

"Tch Nami!"

"Hmm... I still want to..." her voice trailed off.

"What you want is to rest," Zoro muttered. “Why are you so obstinate?”

That seemed to wake up her willful self that loves contesting with him.  

“Hah!” She chortled as she blearily looked up to him. “Speak for yourself!”

“You should learn to listen sometimes; it could be good for you.”

“Right back at you, stubborn swordsman.”

“Tch.”

They held each other’s gaze in challenging way.

He gotta hand in to the navigator… and here he thought she doesn’t have enough energy to argue or contradict him.

Such vitality. Just to get an opportunity to hand his ass over to him.

Maybe it is in her nature to go against him?

Just like it is in his.

“You can’t tell me what to do Zoro,” she declared haughtily.

“And you can?” Zoro countered, referring to all the occasions she had bossed him around.

“Yes!” Nami said with a curt nod.

The green-haired man hauled her up a bit higher brusquely, so they were face to face.

They continued staring at each other waiting for the other to give in. Zoro, trying to impose his sensible suggestion for her to get some rest. While Nami was adamant on being hard-headed.

Nami finally puffed her cheeks, one definite sign that she’s willing to concede as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She hates it when he has a point. But to be honest, she can barely keep herself awake anymore, and being cradled against his muscled chest was not helping at all. 

“Fine you win,” she reluctantly said. “But only if you put me in bed.”

Zoro smirked, having won this round. “With pleasure.”

“And tidy my stuff.”

“Sure.”

 She sighed contentedly at that, pressing herself closer to him and resting her head on the crook of his neck. “Mmmm... It’s so comfortable here…” she said quietly.

He really doubted it if he’s more cozy than her bed. But from what she had just said and from the way she had her arms around him... it had him blushing just a bit.

He can feel her fingers, drawing island shapes on his shoulder in a rather lazy but soothing manner. 

"Make sure my maps and tools are a-ok alright?" She requested her breath tickling the skin of his neck.

"Yes your wickedness," Zoro drawled.

"Or debts will sky rocket," she threatened before yawning and finally closing her eyes again. “And I’ll hold your swords and cleaning kit hostages.”

He just snorted at the empty threat, making his way out of the library.

But not before kissing her forehead softly. A sort of reward. 

"So sweet Zoro..." 

"Shut up."  

Her smile was radiant even as she slipped back into the land of dreams with another contented sigh. 

Two willful people just don’t yield to another that easily. Though somehow in the middle of their often misinterpreted relationship, they did realize...  

Sometimes it’s not really bad to give in to each other.

As every towel thrown on the ground between them will always be a sweet surrender. 

[gia-is-a-punk-rocker]

I Really Wish I Hated You (Joey x Johnny)

Okay, so this is actually not only my first published fan fic on here, but it’s also my first fan fic published that is about real people. So if it’s a little ooc, I’m still kinda learning how to do this. Also, this is angsty as fuck. Based on the song “I Really Wish I Hated You” by Blink-182

“Cause I don’t really like myself without you, every song I sing is still about you”

Johnny swore he honestly, actually hated today.

By the logic held by most people who were at least a little obsessed with the Ramones, or knew the first thing about the member’s relationships with each other, he should be just fine. Joey had died that day. The man he always hated, who hated him right back. Granted, still sad that he died, but he wouldn’t be affecting Johnny anymore, no sir.

But the days around the date, and especially the day itself, he found just going through the day a chore. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he was haunted.

Yeah, like he would spend his time haunting the guy he hated.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that he maybe missed the guy a bit. Or a lot. Or-

Better stop that train of thought right now.

Well, it wasn’t like they really liked each other. Johnny barely tolerated Joey’s general existence half the time. Why the hell did he miss him? He sat down, trying to reason with himself. They knew each other in high school. They were both in the band together for their whole careers. That’s it. The only reason he missed him is because he knew him for a long time. That’s all. Hell, they hardly spoke after, y’know, Linda cheated on Joey with him. Didn’t even say a word to each other after the breakup. Not even up til Joey’s death day-

Why was he getting stabs of guilt?

“Save me from myself the way you used to, cause I don’t really like myself without you”

Johnny was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Linda was out that night, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel some presence laying beside him that wasn’t his cat. He decided not to think too hard about it. It felt warmer than being completely alone, anyway. He let his eyes slip closed, mind wandering. More specifically, mind wandering back to Joey no matter how hard Johnny tried to yank it away from the memories.

Should thinking about that stuff hurt? I mean, the dude’s dead…

He sighed, giving up on trying to control what his thoughts wandered to.

It had been 197… something. He forgot the exact year. All her remembered was that he had been grumbling about having to share a bed with Joey one night on tour. Which lead to awkward changing and collapsing in the bed shortly after the show. Johnny was still a little pissed, seeing as the bed was just large enough to fit them both without enough room for Johnny to avoid the taller man. He still wasn’t sure how he manged to fall asleep. But he remembered waking up.

Middle of the night, after a not so good dream. Through the haze of sleepiness and slight anxiety, he felt something across his stomach, and something steady against his back. Johnny let out a quiet groan, moving slightly to try and firgure out what the fuck was happening.

Joey had his long arms wrapped around him, cuddling Johnny like he was a teddy bear.

At the time, Johnny was just too fucking tiered to bother doing anything, and he sure as hell wasn’t dealing with it after that dream, and just rolled over and went back to sleep. He woke up in the morning to a weird coldness and Joey quietly swearing “Shit, he’s gonna kill me!”

Johnny played dumb for the first time when he woke up, just mentoning that Joey’s cheeks looked strangly red.

Thinking back, why were his cheeks red? Johnny shook his head. It didn’t matter anymore. Besides, not like he could ask.

He still didn’t understand why his mind liked visiting that particular memory.

Johnny stood before Joey’s grave, a folded piece of paper held tightly in his grip. The presence was there again if he focused enough. Something blocking the chilly air intent on blowing in his face.

He looked down, chewing on his lip as he slowly bent down, leaving the paper tucked under a stray rock. He straightened back up, trying to be discreet as he wiped at his eyes, only taking the time to whisper one last thing before walking away.

“I really wish I hated you.”