#-and then I threw myself at the bed and kicked the air as felt highly proud of myself

[one-half-guy]

1, 12, and 18 for Gold? ^-^

Hey there!! Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I like how different of other mind readers and telepaths she is, in every other media I've read or watched telepaths tend to have this eerie aura, being quite steady and confident, always seem to be 1 to 10 steps ahead, hardly looking nervous even when their third plan has failed and so on, and even when they're nervous they manage to keep themselves centered and focused, and usually this pose is only broken by a "they have no powers actually" revelation or by a "they lost their powers" plot, but then Gold is not, while in her first appearance she tries to evoke these aspects, this pose falls apart quickly, revealing us a more nervous and anxious character, very prone to despair. It's a very rare way to see a character whose main power is telepathy I find it an interesting one.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

One idea I've had that I got surprisingly fond to is that massage her mark is somehow highly relaxing and is a way to dimish her headaches if/when she gets. Also, it can help her a lot to fall asleep. (But you have to know an exact way to the massage be effective.)

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Professor and Silver, I like the concept of her coming from a very cold and demanding enviroment and finding a more welcoming, pacient and friendly one and wish we had gotten the chance of her look back at the former now she was with the latter and reflect on the contrast between the two.

[storiesforallfandoms]

what they do in the movies ~ barry berkman;barry

word count: 1721

request?: no

description: after falling through on a job, they send the next best hitwoman to try and kill the best hitman

pairing: barry berkman x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence

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What kind of hitman leaves the window to his motel room open? It’s like he wants someone to break in.

I climbed in through the window, making sure to position everything that was visible to the outside the way it was so that I wouldn’t tip Barry off. I looked through the room, taking any weapons I could find and hiding them away so that Barry would have to struggle to find them.

My phone began to ring, a buzz just loud enough for me to hear. When I looked at the caller ID, I saw the name of the man who hired me.

“You know,” I said upon answering, “it’s highly unprofessional to call in the middle of a hit. I could’ve been in the middle of draining the life out of this rogue hitman you have me after and you calling could’ve taken me out of my groove.”

“Are you in the middle of killing Barry?” came a Russian voice.

I rolled my eyes. “No, Goran. I’m doing the opposite of that, actually. I just got to his motel room. What do you want?”

“I just wanted to check up on things, see how things are going.”

I threw my head back and let out an audible groan, making sure Goran could hear me. “I’ll call you when it’s done, fuck head.”

His response was cut off by me hanging up the phone. Just as I went to put it back in my pocket, it began to ring again. Goran’s name yet again. I ignored the call and turned off my phone so I wouldn’t get any more distractions.

I sat back in my chair and watched the door intently. I wasn’t given any indication as to when Barry would be back, just that this was the motel room that he stayed in and that he’d be back “eventually”.

“Eventually” could’ve been the next day, though. Or a week’s time, or never. He could already be on the run after his botched hit attempt. Any good hit person knew that once you fucked up a hit, you were a goner. It didn’t matter how good of a hit person you were, when you fuck up, you fuck up.

I was just settling into the char when the sound of a lock turning drew my attention to the door. I smirked to myself as I pulled out my gun and crossed my legs.

I blinked against the blinding light as Barry flipped the light switch. He paused to look at me, but didn’t show the confusion or fear that I had expected.

“Hello Barry,” I said.

“Goran send you?” he asked. I nodded. “I figured it was coming eventually.”

“At least you’re prepared.”

I stood and watched Barry step back a little. It gave me a small sense of pride that this hitman, that stood a solid foot over me, was afraid of me. It wasn’t the first time I had seen a large man scared of little ol’ men, but it always made me feel so powerful.

His eyes darted around the room. “I’ve already hidden all your weapons.”

Realization crossed his face as I raised my gun to his chest. Just before I pulled the trigger, he grabbed my arm and pointed it skyward, causing the shot to go through the ceiling. I looped my leg around his, catching him off guard and causing him to drop down onto the floor. A groan of pain, followed by an attempt to catch his breath came from Barry as I pointed my gun down at him.

“This will be so much easier if you just don’t fight,” I told him. “A lot quicker, too. It’ll be over in a flash, I promise.”

Before I could pull the trigger, Barry was sitting up and grabbing my arm. I yelped in pain as he twisted my wrist and dropped my gun. Through the searing pain shooting through my arm, I kicked the gun away as hard as I could. Barry let go of me then, trying to crawl after my gun.

I dropped onto his back and wrapped an arm around this throat, pulling as hard as I could. I listened to Barry gasp for air as his hands clawed at my arm. I was sure he was almost down for the count when he suddenly stood, lifting me off my feet. With as much strength as he could muster, Barry threw me against a nearby desk. The sharp pain of glass plus the corner of the desk digging into my back caused me to cry out in pain as I rolled onto the floor.

Barry stood, gasping for air. I could already feel the blood running from my wounds and soaking my shirt. I looked up at Barry, wincing as I tried to pull myself up.

“You’re good,” he told me, still sounding winded. “I’ll give you that.”

“It’s almost as if I’ve been doing this for a living,” I said. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“It’s almost as if I’ve been doing this longer than you.”

Before my brain could register what he was doing, Barry reached for my gun. I winced against the pain in my back as I raced to grab his arm and stop him, but it was too late. The gun was already in his hand and his finger was already around the trigger.

In a desperate attempt to stop him, I pulled on his arm as hard as I could. I toppled over onto my back, hissing in pain from the gashes on my back. Barry put one arm against my throat, blocking the air from flowing to my lungs as he held my own gun to my temple. I felt my heart race as my attempts to push Barry away became futile. For the first time in my entire hitwoman career, I was genuinely afraid I was going to die.

I looked up at Barry, trying to run through my options in my head before all the oxygen was taken from my brain. In a final, desperate attempt, I moved to close the space between us and pressed my lips to Barry’s.

He jumped away from me, allowing me to finally gasp for air.

“What the fuck?” he said, wiping his lips frantically.

“Isn’t that what happens in the movies?” I asked.

“What kind of fucking movies are you watching?” I tried to sit up, wincing at the pain in my back. A sympathetic look passed across Barry’s face. “Here, let me take a look at your back.”

I cringed away from him. “Forgive me for saying this, but I don’t exactly trust you right now.”

“I’m not gonna kill you, but blood loss might.”

He carefully helped me to stand and sit on his bed. He gently pulled my shirt away from my back. I could literally feel the shirt peeling away from my blood soaked back.

“I have some thread to stitch this up, but it’s gonna hurt a lot,” he said. “I have alcohol to clean the wound.”

“And to numb the pain,” I muttered.

Barry poured me a glass of the alcohol. I took a mouthful just before he poured the rest over my back. I let out a cry of pain as it cleaned my wounds, but left an awful sting on my back.

“You sure you’re not trying to kill me?” I asked, bracing my teeth against the feeling of Barry beginning my stitches.

“No,” he responded. “I wasn’t going to kill you anyways. I don’t want that life anymore, I’m out of it. That’s why I botched that hit. I told Fuches I didn’t want to do it, but apparently no one takes ‘no’ for an answer.”

“I hear that,” I muttered, wincing against a sharp pain in my back. “Someone as notorious as you should know there’s no out of this. I won’t be the last one they send after you to try and kill you.”

“I can try my best,” he responded. “I’m done being a monster.”

I cringed at the word. Of course, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I had always known that. At first, I made excuses - I used to say the people I killed were evil and I wasn’t doing anything wrong by getting rid of them, but as time went on I knew how wrong that mindset was. Not everyone I killed was evil, they had just pissed off the wrong people.

I hissed again as Barry poured the alcohol over my now closed wounds. “Let me get you a less bloody shirt.”

He got up and got me an oversized hoodie, which was definitely his. I pulled it over my head, almost sighing as the warmth wrapped around me.

“How did you do it?” I sked. “Finally decide to get out, I mean.”

“That hit I botched was an actor,” he began to explain. “I followed him to his acting class and just...fell in love with it. Everyone was so welcoming and so nice, and pretending to be someone else is almost therapeutic. I told Fuches that I wanted to be an actor, not a hitman. It’s still a struggle, but I’m leaving that life whether he’s okay with it or not.”

“Can I come to this class?” Barry looked at me in confusion. “I want out of this life, too. I don’t know if acting will be the same awakening as you had, but anything to get me out of being a hitwoman.”

Barry was silent for a while, considering my proposal. I wouldn’t be shocked if he turned me down. I had tried to kill him literal seconds before, he had no reason to really trust me right now.

“No one there knows who I really am,” he finally said. “If anyone asks, I work at an auto repair place. You have to come up with a fake story, too. We’ll say you’re my friend if anyone asks why you’re coming with me.”

I suddenly felt giddy with excitement for the first time in years. I finally felt like I was going to be free.

“Do I get to kiss you again in a scene?” I asked, only partly teasing.

To my surprise, a small smile came on Barry’s face. “Maybe, if you’re lucky.”

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Sparring (Levi x Reader)

Warnings: SFW-ish (Implied sex scene and mentions of the Devil’s Tango), cussing

Word Count: 2600 (What a satisfying number...)  

      “Jean, keep your arms up! Be ready to fight back. Eren, go for it!” I shouted over the grunts and cursing filling the training grounds. It was the tail end of our group sparring session. The sun glowed orange, hanging low in the sky. Small whispers of wind brushed across my shoulders, and a certain smell of grass and honeysuckle floated in the air. It was a gorgeous evening, and the perfect start to our monthly weekend off. All we had to do was finish this session, and then Levi and I would be free to have our alone time.

   I longed for that rare time I had Levi all to myself. Usually, he was all work, all the time. He’d even work straight through his days off if I wasn’t there to remind him to relax. But I could see his demeanor change when he knew he could save his work for another time. He was more care-free, more spontaneously romantic, and even playful sometimes. Just imagining his adorable little smile, the kind he’d only show me, made my cheeks flush and my heart start to beat faster. I’d get that and more in just a couple hours. 

   I just had to finish this session.

   “Ow! Jean! No head shots, I don’t need a concussion right now!” Eren yelled, dodging a close swing at his head from Jean, who scoffed at his complaint.

   “Oh come on, Eren! You heal from worse in a matter of hours. How about you stop being a baby and come at me, shortie!” Jean taunted back, throwing his arms wide to further antagonize the hot-headed Titan-Shifter he was fighting. We hardly ever let these two fight. They were always overly aggressive and deviated from the exercise, often throwing dirt into each other’s eyes or making an unfair pass at the other’s crotch. Usually when it got that bad, Levi stepped in. Sometimes I even got involved, especially when Eren was far too angry. Jean didn’t heal like a Titan-Shifter, so those were the times we had to get him out of there. 

   Fortunately, neither had thrown any dirty blows, yet. But that didn’t stop Levi.

   “Oi! Enough! Don’t make me come in there and kick your asses again.” He barked, prowling out of the barn where he was checking on the horses and coming to stand next to me. I smiled softly as I took in his perfect side profile. Levi looked especially handsome in the warm golden light, his inky black hair hanging in his eyes. But no matter how much I wanted to kiss him, he was very firm on his rules on public affection, especially while he was on “duty”. So I settled for reaching out and interlacing my pinky with his. He didn’t smile, but he did glance at me with a softened gaze. And that was enough for me.

   Eren and Jean were still bickering as they finished their sparring, thankfully without any foul play. As they left the field, relief washed over my body. Finally, I could be alone with my lover. Levi fully grasped my hand, ready to yank me away. But before he could, a voice stopped us.

   “Hey Captain! Corporal!” We both turned towards the voice. Connie was running towards us. He came to a skidding halt before us, smiled goofily and said, “You two should spar!” 

   A grin split across my face. As much as I wanted to get Levi alone, sparring could be fun. We haven’t done something like that since before the 104th joined the Scouts, and I wanted to see if I had even a sliver of a chance against him.

   “No.” Levi told him firmly, trying to tug me away again. 

   “C’mon! We’ve never seen either of you spar before.” Connie insisted.

   “You’ve seen us both take out Titans before. Sparring is much less exciting, trust me.” Levi was beginning to get annoyed, I could see it in his eyes.

   “Levi,” I said as he turned to face me with that steely gaze of his. “It could be fun. It’s nothing serious.”

   “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” 

   “Hurt me? I’d like to see you try.” I challenged, punching him in the shoulder and shedding my long forest green military overcoat. Levi did the same and followed me to the sparring grounds. 

   The dispersing Scouts had gathered around again, pressing against the fence in preparation for the highly anticipated fight. I wasn’t entirely sure why this was such a big deal when we had fought Titans by the dozens, like Levi said, but I was willing to play along. We so rarely had dumb fun, it seemed like a great way to blow off some steam. And, it was a good excuse for Levi to touch me in public. 

   Levi stood in front of me, cravat gone, and got into his stance. “Ready?”

   I copied him, smiling slightly. “Bring it on, Captain.”

   Levi simply rolled his eyes and advanced on me, throwing a punch at my right shoulder, which I easily blocked. While his arm was extended from the punch, I used my angle to bring my left leg to land a kick to his side. He was caught off guard for a split second as the blow knocked him back, but quickly recovered. I caught his eyes as he squared up for another attack. They were sharp, dangerous even. His grey irises caught the light of the setting sun, causing them to flash threateningly. He paced slightly as he studied me. I felt like prey being stalked by a wild cat, every movement of mine charted, analyzed, and worked into how best to take me out. I must say, even I was scared of this predator. Luckily, I often found myself in his good graces, but I finally understood how Levi Ackerman looked to his enemies. And it was terrifying.

   Levi rounded on me again, getting low to the ground, seemingly to sweep my feet out from under me. I backed up quickly, and aimed another kick for his shoulders, which were at the height of my hips. I had planned on knocking him over and pinning him that way, but of course nothing is that easy with Levi.

    I realized he was faking me out just a second too late.

   He caught my leg as I kicked, using the awkwardly balanced form of a ruined kick to throw my body to the ground chest first. I hit the dirt hard. Dust filled my mouth and eyes, but when I tried to cough, nothing happened. Panic rose in my stomach as I realized no oxygen was entering my body. The wind had been knocked from my lungs when that ass threw me. And now I couldn’t breathe. Tears began to stream down my face and my desperate hands flew to my throat. The sound of dry gasps filled my ears, only worsening my alarm. I knew I wasn’t going to suffocate, but that knowledge did nothing to help my paralyzed lungs start working again. 

   A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my back as I continued trying to inflate my stupid fucking lungs. Levi stared down at me with concern bright in his eyes. 

   “(Y/N), don’t be aggressive with it. Try to draw breath slowly.” He told me, the calm tone of his voice a vast difference from the look on his face. I listened, trying to mimic the feeling of taking a deep breath. Suddenly, fresh oxygen flooded into my body, and I took gulping lungfuls as Levi massaged my ribs, just where my lungs would be. “Are you alright?”

   “I’m fine, you asshole. You didn’t need to throw me that hard.” I responded, chuckling slightly to show him I wasn’t mad. “My mistake for trying to spar you.” 

   All at once, I realized the rest of the scouts were still watching us. I sat up with Levi’s help as he waved them away, telling them to go to dinner and enjoy their weekend. Jean and Connie stuck around for a bit longer, just to make sure I was okay. I told them I was and thanked them for their concern with a hug. I could tell neither had been hugged in a while when they stiffened beneath my touch before melting into the hug. Connie had tears in his eyes when I pulled away, and Jean looked rather sad as well. They didn’t say much after that and bid me and Levi a good night.

   “Why’d you do that?” Levi asked as soon as the younger men were out of sight.

   “They looked like they needed a hug.” I shrugged, clasping my hand in his and beginning our walk towards the Mess Hall.

-

    We ended up getting back to our shared quarters about an hour later. The Mess Hall was relatively empty, likely due to most soldiers returning home for the weekend. Levi and I tried to eat quickly, but ended up talking to both Hange and Erwin. Hange wanted to know where Eren was going to be for the weekend, and that earned her a sharp glare and some choice words from Levi, basically telling her not to bug the poor kid on his weekend off. She simply smiled and left in a hurry. Next, Erwin wanted to talk to Levi about something regarding reports on some of the 104th recruits. He decided to fully explain his thought process before apologizing and telling Levi that he didn’t “need to think about that until Monday”. Which only set Levi on edge when we were supposed to be enjoying our time off. I practically had to drag him back to our room so he wouldn’t go ask Erwin for further details on the reports. 

  And then he sat at his desk and looked over reports anyway.

  “Levi,” I called from our bedroom, where I was currently getting ready to sleep. “Come to bed. The reports can wait.”

   “In a second…” He murmured back, obviously not listening to anything I was saying. I huffed and rolled my eyes. Some start to our weekend off…

   Then, I got an idea. One that was sure to get him to pay attention to me. 

   Trying to hide my intentions, I walked back into the office area where Levi was sitting at his desk. He was scanning over a document that I didn’t particularly care to identify as I glided behind him. I ran my hands from the tops of his shoulders down to his chest, where I traced shapes. My mouth ended up ghosting along his jaw, leaving small kisses or the occasional nip as I followed his sharp bone structure. Under my touch, I felt him tense slightly, trying to stay focused on the work he shouldn’t be doing.

   “Levi…” I breathed into his ear once I finished my attack on his jaw. “Worry about this on Monday, I think I need to get an apology for how badly you beat me earlier.” I smirked and untangled myself from him, hoping he believed what I wanted him to. “I’ll be in bed.” I told him, sauntering around the corner once again. 

   I had only just sat on the bed when Levi walked into the room. His cheeks were flushed and he looked focused, just not on his reports. I knew my words and actions had done the trick. He threw me a predatory glance (not unlike I had seen on the sparring field earlier) and turned around to begin removing his work clothes rather slowly, allowing me a bit of a show.

   Stepping into some sweatpants, he flexed the rippling muscles on his back, no doubt to really get me in “the mood”. But I knew my objective and had to see it through without distractions, just like the good soldier I was trained to be.

   I launched my assault just before he turned around.

   “What the-” He began as I wrapped my arms around his waist, but was quickly cut off when I threw our combined weight backwards onto the bed. I quickly flipped us so I was straddling him. It goes without saying that he was pissed.

   “Hi, baby.” I purred, grappling against him as he tried to throw me off of his hips.

   “(Y/N), what the fuck?” Levi growled, his blush completely gone. I gripped his wrists where his fingertips were digging into my hips. He had stopped fighting back, and was now glowering up at me with his beautiful eyes.

   “I just wanted payback for earlier, you know, when you threw me so hard I couldn’t breathe.” I tore his hands from my hips and attempted to push them up and over his head. He didn’t let me. “Figured I would pin you and make it all better, but it seems that I’ve bruised your fragile ego.”

   He let out an annoyed sigh. “I apologized for that, and you didn’t bruise anything, shithead.” 

   “Ooh, toilet humor already? Why, Levi, you flatter me!” 

   “Get off of me, you behemoth.” 

   I giggled, stretching out on top of him and touching our noses together. “Hmm… No, I don’t think I will. If you’re just going to lay there, why shouldn’t I make myself comfy too?”

   He leaned his chin up and nipped at my lower lip. “You get up now, and I will still sleep with you tonight. Otherwise, no sex for a week.” Empty threats now, huh?

   “That’s okay, I wasn’t in the mood anyway. I was just looking to get you all horned up so I could tease you like this.” 

   Levi’s eye twitched and he finally snapped. With a growl, he threw me off of him and was back above me in a flash. 

   “Fine, you want to pin me? Go for it.” He uttered, hot breath against my neck and chest as he peppered kisses along my skin. He was trying to get me in the mood.

   But I had expected this and would not be persuaded to give in. 

   I pulled my wrists from his reach and snaked them around his torso, pulling his chest down towards me. Two could play at this game. I also started sucking and biting at his throat, quickly finding the one spot below his Adam’s apple that makes him very vocal. The soft groans began to pour out of him, and soon enough he pulled back.

   “That’s cheating, you can’t just-,” I cut him off with my lips, sitting up to connect our them and roll him onto his back from where he was straddling me. Levi grunted into the kiss, wrapping his legs around mine and holding my arms to my sides. He held me fast, and at first I thought he was being cute. But he held me roughly, like a captor. I broke the kiss and sighed, realizing my predicament. 

   I was completely incapacitated and he won again.

   “I hate that you can do this to me.” I grumbled, resting my head against his bare chest. He chuckled, which made me smile. 

   “Maybe we should spar more often.” 

   “Maybe I should learn how to tie a good knot.”

   “You are NOT tying me up.”

   “We’ll see…”

    My limbs were released and I was yanked up to his eye level. Levi gave me his best “you better fucking not” scowl and I simply pressed a kiss to his nose. 

   “Now,” My leg nestled it’s way into between his. “What was this about sleeping with me?” 

-

( Hi, so I haven’t posted anything in a week. I am so sorry. And on top of that this was completely unrequested. Uhmmmm... wow, I’m awful. I do have a request that has been sitting in my inbox that I’m going to get out before Halloween, and then a couple others I want out before Thanksgiving. I can and will do it, trust me! Anyway, I hope everyone has a great Halloween! Thank you for the wonderful support, I love you all!!)

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CRASH: A Deadpool Fiction

Written in response to @firefly-in-darkness​ ‘s Winter Writing Challenge.

Prompt: Unexpected visitor on Christmas Eve

Characters: Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Smut), Guns, Elton John, Unicorn, Corn Hole, Use of the word vociferated, guarenteed panty wetter.

Word Count: 2,462

You said your good nights and Merry Christmasses to your family in the corridor. The giddiness and glee of Christmas has never left you. You couldn't help but feel excited knowing that in just a few hours you would all be together again celebrating your favourite day of the year in the wonderful city of Manhattan. You closed the hotel door behind you, took a couple of steps, raised your arms and flung yourself on to the luxury duvet. The bedding engulfed you in it's thick, soft grasp. You let out a long, satisfied sigh as you gazed at the ceiling. The Christmas lights of the world outside were cascading through the window and illuminating the ceiling with splashes of beautiful colours. You could here the occasional sounds of passers by singing Christmas songs as they enjoyed the last hours of festivities on the eve of the big day. The butterflies in your stomach took flight as you reveled in the joy of the occasion and the anticipation of the day ahead.

"Hey Siri, play Christmas Hits". With an obedient acknowledgment your phone kicked into action and Step Into Christmas by Elton John started to project out of it's speakers. You leaped to your feet and started to dance around the room as you got undressed. You threw your clothes wherever you pleased as you twirled around the room. First your Santa hat is flung on to the bed post, your shoes are kicked off in to the corner of the room, your blouse thrown on to the chair, jeans over the TV, bra draped on the lampshade and finally your red Christmas panties landed in the trash can under the vanity table. As your de-robing came to an end, so too did the song and you launched yourself on to the bed once more. The soft fabric of the sheets felt delightful against your bare skin. It gave you that same warm, cosy feeling like sitting by an open fire with a hot drink on a thundery night in winter. You ran your fingers along the smooth folds of the bedding and up to the pillow. You knew you shouldn't, not here, not with a pillow that is not your own but you couldn't help yourself. It's Christmas Eve after all, you deserve to treat yourself. The bedding is so delicate you just know it will feel good. You climbed to your knees, grabbed the pillow, placed it between your thighs, lowered yourself down on to it and started to gently grind yourself back and forth. You were right, maybe it was the silky texture against you or maybe it was knowing that you shouldn't be doing it but it felt fantastic and you could feel yourself getting slick with each movement of your hips. You arch your back and look up at the dancing lights as you press down onto the pillow. Then suddenly, from outside, there arose such a clatter. The lights on the ceiling vanished for a second as something obscured them, then... *CRASH* A red figure came hurtling through your window. You let out a shrill scream and scrambled to gather as much of the duvet as possible to cover your innocence. "Cover her innocence. HA. The girl was playing giddy up pony butt naked with a hotel pillow. Any innocence she had has been left the other side of that hotel door!" The man mumbled seemingly to no one in particular as he rose to his feet. You could do nothing but stare in shock, transfixed in terror. Snowflakes and cold air were spilling in through the now shattered window. You watched as the virgin white snow stained red as it blended with the blood left on the floor. You followed the red stream with your eyes to the feet of the man now stood in the middle of your room and guided your eyes up his body. He was dressed all in red and black. You let out a frightened gasp as you saw that he was strapped with a whole host of weapons. You scuttled backwards and pressed your back hard against the wall as if to get as far away as possible. You notice now that his face is covered by a mask with two ghostly white eyes staring straight in your direction. You let out another scream. As if caught off guard he raises his hands to his mouth and let's out a scream of his own. "Don't do that, you scared me", he says in a tone riddled with sarcasm. "I'm probably not the man in a red suit you were expecting tonight! I'm a whole lot less jolly and a heap more Big Dick Energy. Let me introduce myself, I am Deadpool. You can call me Dead, Mr. Pool, D. Piddy, Duff Paddy or any other cool sounding shit you can come up with. And despite my strapping physique and assortment of highly deadly weaponry, I mean no harm to you. If anything, I should be scared of you, looks like you're packing a couple of bazookas there!" You pull the covers higher up and pull them close around your neckline. Then you just sit there, trembling through both fear and the cold as you gape at him. He wasn't lying about his physique. You notice the outline of his muscles under his skin tight suit. "I am incredibly sorry about the window thing, I was just having a little altercation with a friend and next thing you know, I have been thrown through a pane of glass. Standard Christmas Eve, right?" He let out a laugh and started to walk towards the window. "You know what? I will be back to apologise properly in a minute, I just need to have a quick word with my friend". He looked up to the ceiling and began to talk to it, "Don't you dare stop reading. I totally need to bang this hottie in a few paragraphs!" And with that he jumped out into the cold. You startle as you hear a gun shot from the street outside, a few moments pass and he reappears at the window again. You couldn't see his mouth but you could tell he was smiling. "Conversation over". He climbed back inside, the shards of glass cracking underfoot as he approached the side of the bed. "Now for my apology. Hey Siri, play Bump n' Grind by R. Kelly". The song starts to stream from somewhere on his person. *My mind's telling me no... but my body... my bodies telling me yeeeees* Deadpool speaks over the music, "You know what? In hindsight, this song is a little creepy and it's certainly not festive enough. Let's try something different. Hey Siri, play All I Want For Christmas Is You". The track skips. "Much better". You didn't know what it was. If it was his muscle clad frame, his so called big dick energy or just the plot having to be pushed forward regardless of narrative to a point at which the two of you are fucking, but you felt strangely attracted to him all of a sudden. You loosened your grip on the sheets and let them drop to your waist revealing your nip nips. Deadpool looked up to the ceiling again "Sweet Christmas, if you look half as good IRL as you are making yourself out to be here, I need to ride that horse to happy town. P.S. sorry Luke Cage, I didn't mean to steal your catchphrase." He looks back down at you. Your nipples were as hard as senior year Algebra because of the now freezing cold room but you didn't care. You whipped the cover completely off of your body revealing your sloppy south mouth. It was as wet a whales blow hole down there! "Well, this escalated quickly. Thank you writer!" He unbuckled his belt and his assortment of guns clattered to the floor. "Well, if we are releasing our weapons, let me introduce you to...", he reached in to his pants and lopped out his ginormous sex pistol. "... my weapon of ass destruction!" he exclaims. "Sorry mate, I ain't feeling in to butt stuff tonight. I haven't prepared the rocky road to be ventured by a wayward traveler tonight", you reply. "... My weapon of fanny destruction", he corrects himself. "It just doesn't have the same ring to it. Oh well," he shrugs. He steps forward and you see his pleasure sausage in all it's glory. It. Is. Huge. It is also knobbly as fuck which is a little grotesque but you think to yourself, "Fuck it, I bet that bobbly boy bone will feel bonza rearranging my guts." You leap in to action, open your mouth like hungry trout and gobble up his shaft. You take it right the way down inside you. It feels so deep that the only explanation is that his bellend must be half way around your large intestine by now. He bounced his hips up and down and your whole body is thrown up and down with the motion, slapping haphazardly against the bed. You are like a skewered pig! Your minge juice is splattering all over the walls as you flop about. He reaches over and spanks your ass hard. If you like it, he keeps doing it. If you don't, he stops. Whatever you want really. You probably like it. You try to say speak but you can't, what with being all full with the purple helmeted warrior of love. Your speech just comes out like this, "gch gyt cfrrrrch zkkkr glk pffft". "What was that?" he says as he pulls his manhood from inside you leaving you feeling empty like a gutted fish! "I said fuck me, Duff Paddy!" You plead. "I take it back, don't call me Duff Paddy that totes ain't cool". "Fine, fuck me like I'm on the naughty list and you're Santa teaching me a lesson". He slaps your face so hard that you spin 180 degrees on the bed, your slime well now facing him, ready to give him the toothless blowjob of his life! He reaches over to the bed post, grabs your Santa hat that landed their earlier and places it on his head. Then rams his candy cane cock right up inside you and starts talking in a deep voice, "Listen here Y/N, I hear that you are on the naughty list". "I am Santa, I have been a naughty girl. You should teach me a lesson". His deep voice booms out again as his bumpy womb broom penetrates your entire body. "The hypotenuse is the longest side of a right angle triangle", he bellows. "It is located on the opposite side to the right angle itself". This is not the lesson that you had in mind but fuck it, his winky felt pretty alright inside you so let's just crack on with it. You do loads of moans and stuff as the knowledgeable St. Nick rattles off math facts. Your pink penis palace is a slobbery mess like Fang from the Harry Potter franchise. The squelch of your fanny is so intense that with each thrust it sounds like an army of elves are juicing oranges in perfect harmony. With each energised pound it feels like a coil is tightening in your stomach drawing you closer and closer to climax as the fuckery intensifies. He stops and pulls out for a second before shoving his entire hand up your cooch. He starts groping about like and old man searching the bedside cabinet for his dentures in the dark. He grabs hold of what he has been searching for and pulls his hand out. "What in the name Santa's workshop is this tightening coil doing inside your foof?" He throws the coil out of the broken window and sticks his mangled meat all up inside you again. You cum anyway, turns out the coil had fuck all to do with it. And boy is it a big old cum. You scream really loud. Like "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS. I'M A FUCKING UNICORN ON A RAINBOW ROCKET." Fuck knows why you shouted that last bit but you did. Your entire body shakes like a bowl full of jelly. You're shaking so hard that you vibrate off the bed and hit the floor where you continue to pulsate. This is how your vibrator must feel when it falls off the bed post orgasm. Deadpool rushes over, picks you up from the floor and places you on your knees in front of him before sitting on the side of the bed, his tally wacker throbbing in your face. "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Y/N. Make Santa's dream cum true and suck that slush right out my schlong". You don't need to be told twice. You gobble, gobble, gobble like a Christmas Turkey. You salivate on that clam hammer like a toothless grandma eating a humbug. "OH BABY JESUS, STICK A FINGER IN CORN HOLE", he shouts. Not usually your thing but we are nearing the end of the story now and you really want to taste that eggnog. As his bauble-esque nuts clap against your chin you slip your finger in. It didn't take long once your finger tickled his taint and entered his puckered poop chute (FYI no actual poop present, clean as a whistle. No icky stuff going on here) for Deadpool Santa to start emptying his sack and unloading his Christmas presents deep inside your throat hole. His cum started to explode from your mouth like when you overfill a mince pie with whipped cream. "HO, HO, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he vociferated as he cummed. You swallowed it all up (because you were raised right) and got to your feet as Deadpool put his cock back in his pants. "Well that was fun," he said. "Hell yeah it was," you replied with a giggle. You gave each other a high five and he made his way back to the broken window. Laying a finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod out the window he rose. You watched as he disappeared into the night and heard him bellow in to the sky, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night". The End. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. ... "Psst, writer! It's Deadpool. Just so you know, I found your jumping between present and past tenses wildly inconsistent and frankly lazy writing. If I wasn't getting my willy wet in this one I would have left this story a long time ago. I can't be associated with this kind of shabby story telling. I probably would have hung around to watch Y/N getting off on the pillow though. That shit was hot!"

[lets-break-free-from-our-chains]

Dawn of A New Age in Ice-Roan x Wife!reader

Requested: I would like a king roan x reader were the reader is pregnant with roans child and tells him. after the conclave he survived because he hold his breath and stopped moving and later a little bit after 6 years, there child or children what you want have a different special blood called: Azblida ( ice blood) and the story  is up to you if you want. from the 100 I would like that :)        

A/N: Hi guys! I promised you all a Roan x Reader and I finally was able to find the time to sit down and write. It ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be, but that's okay because the more Roan the better! Let me know if you guys want me to go into more detail on the whole Azblida story and do another imagine that’s a spin off of this one but focuses more on the twins, Malia and Tobias. I don’t own the any of the gifs and pictures I used, they all belong to there rightful own. Also the picture is not what the twins look like in the story; you can decide what your kids would look like with Roan, lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think; I always love hearing from you all -xoxoxo

Word Count: 5.5k

You can barely remember what the sun felt like on your face, and how fresh the air smelled. It was radiation-soaked air, but never-the-less your sentiments were the same. It was beautiful and now it was gone. Azgeda, your beloved home was gone; forever. Though you always remind yourself that you have more, from the old world, than most. You have your husband, your twins, and your life. You have far more than most do and so you always remember to humble yourself when you find yourself becoming to melancholy about the Red Dawn Bunker.

“Your lips are pursed and your making that all too familiar face, again.” a strong voice, chuckled from behind you. There was no need for you to look; you knew that heavenly voice anywhere.

 You turned in the chair at your writing desk to face Roan and found him leaning on the side of your bookcase. You sighed as you spoke,

 “And your leaning on my bookcase. Again.”

 Roan’s eyes widened slightly, and he had the decency to look sheepish as he quickly straightened his stance away from his notorious spot against my bookcase. The bookcase would start to become loose and wobble back and forth from the pressure of his gigantic frame leaning against it. Very rarely, did you let small things bother you, but that was one of the few things that could always irk you. However, you knew Roan didn’t do it on purpose and that’s why you were always gentle in your reprimands towards him for the absent-minded tendency.

 “Forgive me, my love.”  he says, as he approaches your chair; to place an intimate kiss behind your right ear. “I always seem to forget, despite my best efforts to remember.”

 “I know, darling. It’s why I remain forever patient in my regards to that specifically vexing habit.” You slyly caught his eyes, with a playful smirk. He laughed at the good-natured slight, as he caressed the sides of your upper arms and dropped a light kiss to your left temple.

 “Well thank you for being so patience with me, my queen. Perhaps, the day may yet come when I remember to refrain myself from such a vexing habit.”

 You threw him a humorous hum with a ‘We shall see’ look on your face, as he playfully shakes his head at you with a highly amused chuckle.  Something was missing though, and it was then that you realized the twins weren’t with him; as they normally would have added their own funny sarcasm by now.

 “Where’s Tobias and Malia at? It’s not safe for them to be without guards.” You mused out loud.

 “No need to worry, (Y/N/N). The twins are training with Gaia and Indra. With plenty of guards to watch over them while they train.” Roan hastened the words out into the air, as if sensing and quickly, seeking to placate your slightly distressed stated; to which you sighed in relief.

 Only to have the distress flood your body once more and turn your blood ice cold. You stood, so quickly, that your chair scraped against the floor as it was pushed away. You moved to sit next to Roan on your shared bed, where you leaned into his enormous figure for much needed comfort and security. You whispered so soft, it almost wasn’t there, “Blodreina won’t be there, will she?”

 “I don’t want her filling our babies’ heads with insanities and atrocities.” You managed to choke out, distressingly harsh whisper, before Roan wrapped you in his arms and gently hushed you. Roan knew you were forever worrying about what Blodreina was up too.

 While the both of you gave your support to her leadership, you were far from comfortable with her power. Especially since she was given her well-earned title; Blodreina. When Roan informed you that people were calling her by that title, you nearly fell out into the floor. Roan didn’t see the big deal in the name until you told him about the eternal and infamous story behind The Red Queen. He’d never heard about the story of the red queen, and while Roan was very intelligent and educated; he hasn’t ever been the kind of person to sit down and read fairytales, and you’d never been able to imagine a dimension where Nia read him fairytales.

 He began to share your same worries after you told him about The Red Queen in the fairytale and historical women like Queen Mary I of England who was later named Bloody Mary for killing hundreds of people, in a five year reign, who didn’t believe in what she believed in. Then, there was Countess Elizabeth Báthory who was given the title, The Blood Countess for killing over an estimated 650 people and most likely more just to satisfy her base pleasure for blood sport.

 You told Roan that those women had plenty in common, but their self-destruction was marked by one particular poison. They had power and eventually they began to like that power. Finally, along the way they developed an obsessive love for that power that inhibited their senses and left them without the ability to see that there are limits and there are lines and we cross them, it builds a wall where those lines used to be. It’s nearly impossible to break those walls down, let alone climb them, to get back to the other side.

 “The twins are two of the few fortunate souls in nightmarish bunker. They were only babies when the Dark Year happened; they don’t have to know the turmoil of trying to find a way to live with the horrific crimes they committed against humanity. They are two of the only ones that are truly pure and innocent.”

The desperation and fear in your soft voice was loud and clear to Roan and it pulled at his heart in ways most couldn’t understand. You’re his wife and the mother of his children, to see you in despair of any level hurt him more than words could describe. You were right though; the twins were lucky when it came to all the things everyone in the bunker had to do to survive.

 It’s times like that when you want more than anything to be above ground where you and Roan where rulers and could properly protect your children. Though you are protecting the twins by making a deal with Blodreina, you both knew that at any moment she could decide to break off the deal and her cult followers would only continue to follow. There no sense of true honor in the bunker anymore. No, that moral luxury died in the fighting pit years ago; the Dark Year to be exact. However, you and Roan were both aware that no matter how much protection you give the twins, there would always be danger to close for peace of mind.   they were the luckiest and also the most unfortunate, at least when it comes to power, that is. Azblidas.

 Nearly invincible creatures it seemed like. When you were pregnant with the twins it felt like you were always freezing, and they were active and strong from the very first kick that appeared to never cease it seemed. Not that you minded, it felt like you were bonding with them and that’s one of the reasons you’d read aloud to them even when you still carried them in your womb.

 |Flashback; Waiting for Roan’s Victory|

You waited behind the flame that told you, your husband, the king was still alive and fighting. Echo waiting anxiously with you, and what would have been consider your Lady’s maid in a time before Primfiya, Cordelia, forever by your side, offered you the support and comfort you desperately needed. Cordelia was a woman in her early thirties; she had smooth olive skin with heart shaped lips, big brown honey-hued eyes and framed by thick dark brown hair. You tried to decide whether it was wavy or curly before settling with the decision that it was both; Delia’s hair was gorgeous either way. She was a strong and wise woman, and she was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She stepped towards you from behind you, to whisper in your left ear;

 “Did you tell him?”

There was nothing you hid from Delia and there was nothing she hid from you. She took care of you every day, ran errands for you, helped you with your responsibilities as Queen, offered you wisdom and comfort, and generally just made your busy and chaotic life easier for you. She with you every day, all day even if you hadn’t told her you were pregnant, she was more than smart enough to figure it out all by herself.

 You turned your head to the left, though your eye lingered on the flame representing Roan’s life; “No, I didn’t want to distract him from the conclave. I wanted him to have a level head and his guard up. He has enough to carry on his shoulders, I will not knowingly add to those burdens.”

 You could see she was about to say more but stopped and thought about it a few seconds longer before she looked at you with understanding eyes and soft smile, followed with a gentle nod.

 Your attention was directed back to the room around you as Indra’s daughter, Gaia came from the balcony. It was down to Octavia, Luna, and Roan; you held your breath as the scout approach remaining flames with a candle snuff.  Gaia voice sound like it was far away and somewhere underwater; “Roan kom Azgeda, yu gonplei ste odon.”

 You swear your heart stopped as the nameless scout destroyed Roan’s flame. It felt like you could breathe, as if someone had cut you open and ripped your heart and lungs from your chest. The pain was…unbearable. You manage to let out one long mournful wail, that chilled the blood of everyone in the room, before that became to painful and physically impossible for you it seemed.

 You suddenly felt faint and reached out for something to steady yourself with. Cordelia was shaken out of her shock when she saw you stumble backwards in a slight sway. She rushed up behind you and settled a strong right hand on your hip before clasping your left hand with hers. “My Queen?! Your Grace, can you hear?! (Y/N), it’s me, Cordelia!” Delia waited for a response, but only received a soft breathless gasp that sounded faintly like ‘help’. Cordelia didn’t have any time to ask again before she felt your body give out. She caught your body and gently lowered the both of you to the ground.

 “HELP! GET HELP! Find a healer, the Queen’s fainted!” Delia cried out, in desperate panic. You could see Delia and Echo’s faces above you and their mouths were moving, but you couldn’t hear anything as darkness invaded and conquered your vision.

 |Flashback; prior to The Final Conclave|

 The happiness and relief you felt, when you had woken to Roan’s handsome face, was unlike any kind of happiness you ever felt before. You first thought that you were dead and that you had actually died of a broken heart, but you soon realized that you were in fact alive when you saw Cordelia; perched on the edge of her chair, to right side of the bed, in anticipation.

 Roan was so elated to see that you had awoken and pounced forward to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You’d frozen in surprise and slight shocked till you relaxed into the welcomed kiss and poured your love and longing into the greatly needed moment. Cordelia smiled; quietly backing away and turning in the other direction to give her king and queen privacy. You felt him gently place his large hand over your womb where your child rested. You would later come to find out that it was two babes not just one.

 When he reluctantly pulled away, you could see the questions in his eyes, but he decided it was best not to overwhelm you in your delicate condition. Normally you would have bristled at the someone deeming you delicate, however, at that moment you were grateful because no matter how much you refused to admit it you really didn’t have the energy to talk about something so serious.

 Even if you did have the energy you still had bigger problems. Roan informed you that Octavia had won the Final Conclave and decided to give one hundred spots to each of the 12 clans to show that we were equals and were destined to unite as Wonkru. You were surprised to hear he accepted the notion. He was so adamant when it came to winning the Red Dawn solely for their clan’s survival.

 When he saw your unbridled surprise and questioning gaze as you studied him, he merely chuckled fondly; “The only reason I’m alive is because I didn’t give up, I held onto my last breath until that psychotic Natblida released her hold on me. If I’m going to give up my last breath to anyone, it’ll be to my queen. Preferably in my beloved queen’s arms, in our old age after living a long and meaningful life.”

 You being who you were, had replied with a forever-loving and playful taunt; “Oh Roan, you’re secretly a hopeless romantic! Good thing I find that an attractive trait in my king, huh?”

 He had given you an amused smirk and eyeroll, but the look in his eyes soften considerably when he heard you whisper a heartfelt ‘Ai hod in yu, Ai Hairein…’

 “Ai hod in yu too, Ai Haireina”

 |Flashback; Birth of the Bluebloods|

 The pain was unimaginable and overbearing, as it crashed over you in relentless waves; only getting strong and more painful as time dragged on. Cordelia was to the left of you trying to make you as comfortable as possible, while Roan sat behind, in between you and the metal headboard, as he spoke words of encouragement into your ear.

 You were sweating ice chips; how you could sweat and still be cold was beyond your comprehension. Perhaps its better that you were cold and not hot because there was no “wasting water” of any amount in the bunker; not even to cool off a pregnant woman in labor.

 You screamed and growled in pain, only to spat insults at Roan; while attempting to break every bone in his hand, for compensation. He was a good, but slightly terrified, sport about it and continued encouraging you with the occasional apology. One final push and your shrieking baby was born. Abby looked at the squirming irritated babe in her hands with slight panic.

 “What? What’s the matter?” You asked in confusion, before the unbridled panic set in; “Is something wrong with my child?! Give me my baby!”

 You held your arms out, expectantly, only to become furious when Abby handed the babe off to Jackson; who took her to a different part of the room.

 “NOW! GIVE ME MY BABY, NOW!” You wailed, your angry and agony, over your baby’s wellbeing, beginning to enter twine. Roan began to become angry to, as he saw the state you’d quickly been reduced too.

 “Give us our baby, now; or I’ll have your heads” He snarled but was interrupted by a different and sharper cry of pain, leaving your lips.

 Y our hand quickly cupped your swollen belly to soothe the pain in your lower abdomen.

 “There’s another!” Abby whispered; “I had to have Jackson check your daughter; she was ice cold and had a blueish tint to her skin, but you need to concentrate on the birthday of your second baby.”

 “Daughter? Roan and I have a daughter?” You whispered, with hitched breaths induced in pain. To which Abby confirmed with a firm nod and soft yes.

 “Malia.” Roan said.

 Your smile, at hearing her name, left your face as another pain hit you and you focused on delivering your second child. It took 4 more pushes before your second baby was brought into the world. Abby looked at the child and told you and Roan had a son, before she hears Jackson perplexed voice.

 “Huh, Abby? Do you have any idea why this baby was born with blue blood?”

 Everyone’s held shot to Jackson as he held up a tube of blood with a blueish silver to show Abby.

 “Azblidas!” Gaia exclaimed, with an awe-struck face; “Queen (Y/N) was given birth to a god and goddess among men. Far more sacred and rare than Natblidas and a lot stronger and faster than them too. They’re nearly invincible, its incredibility hard to mortally injure an Azblida. They hold the highest positions in grounder society and each one is as legendary as the next one. An Azblida hasn’t been born in over a century and now there are two.

 Gaia had come to the delivery in the hopes of your child being a Natblida but was graced with not one, but two children destined to be the most powerful beings in your world.

 “This is a sign that the old ways of the faith are not dead. We must show our loyalty to the faith; protect them at all cost and train the Azblidas in the sacred ways, when they’re old enough.” Indra spoke, as she stepped up next to her daughter side. Indra had thought the days of the faith were dead, but she had been proven wrong; in more ways than one.

 “Well now that we’ve decide my babes are strong and healthy; can I have my babies now?” You tiredly asked.

Abby and Jackson gave you and Roan your children and everyone left to give you privacy. “We have a beautiful son and daughter, my king”

 He contently hummed in agreement; “Malia and Tobias, the strongest of the strong; you did an amazing job, my queen. I love you.”

 “I love you too.”

 |Flashback; The Dark Year|

 A famine had stormed the bunker and threatened to take everyone to the shores of the afterlife. No environmental calamity on earth had ever scared you as much as this famine and you lived through the Second Pramfiya. You were born in Azgeda and lived through the deadliest winters know to man, deep within the territory of Azegda, at the royal dwelling built in a region named; The Land of Eternal Winter. Those winters in perpetual ice glaciers and snow was easier to deal with than this famine.

 You had been sick to your stomach ever since you and Roan’s meeting with Octavia and the other advisors. Cooper had told you the extent of the damage to the hydro farm and the only response to Octavia question on how to feed 1200 people, was Abby’s. You could live with throwing real criminals, that truly threatened the people surviving, into the pit. However, throwing people in there to fight to the death so we had a protein source was horrifying barbaric; even for Azgeda.

 “This is wrong. It dangerous.” You stated, and everyone turned to you; “All of you know as well as I do that what your considering is a pandora box waiting to be open. That’s always what happens…It. Never. End. Well. For any of us!”

 “Then give me another option.” Octavia’s eyes pleaded you. “Please!”  she begged, in whisper to you. She didn’t want to consider what Abby suggested, you knew that, but it seemed to be the only option if she wanted her people to survive the six years.

 You and Roan shared a worried look before Octavia ended the meeting.

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 You and Roan sat side by side at the same table with Octavia and the other advisors; where your gaze lingered down at the big red cube. Roan’s face gave a slight grimace at the sight of his cube and when Octavia gave her speech and took a bite, you knew it would end badly. You and Roan remained unmoved, and locked gazes with one another, before Abby called your name.

 “(Y/N). If you don’t get the nutrients your body needs, eventually it becomes a very high outcome that your body will stop producing milk and you’d no longer be able to feed Malia and Tobias.”

 Your eyes widened at the very likely possibly. It hadn’t crossed your mind that the affect to the rest of your body would also affect your babies only food source. Still you needed to know from someone you could completely trust, so you call out Marcus’ name to which he responded.

 “Is it true, Marcus? It that a very likely possibility?” He hesitated before sighing with a nod. You looked in Roan’s direction to see his heavily burdened and troubled eyes; he to hadn’t consider the possibility.

 You couldn’t endanger your children any more than they already were. Roan grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers as he whispered;

 “Together. We do it together like we always do.”

 You gave a slight nod, “Together. To ensure Malia and Tobias survive.” You gazed at the cube in exasperation and dread.

 This will end badly. For everyone.

 |Flashback; training the twins|

 Tobias and Malia were growing fast and would be nearing their 6th birthday soon enough. The older and stronger they grew, the more Blodreina showed interest in them. Whether the attention extended from what they and their blood could give her or take from her, was unknown. That notion alone was an unsettling and endless haunting, that antagonized the forever-watchful parents.

 To you, Blodreina was a red serpent, hidden and patience, waiting to strike and take all you held dear and sacred. You never imagined you’d see Octavia as your enemy, but now Octavia wasn’t just an enemy. She was your greatest enemy, and the most dangerous of all the enemies you’d ever faced. One thing you were 100% sure of; Blodreina was a threat, that you and Roan couldn’t afford when it came to your Azblida children.

 She wouldn’t do anything questionable, as of right now, though. Your children had acquired quite the following from both former Trikru and Azgeda alike. Not only people of the old faith, but also people who turn away in disgust of the way people live in Wonkru and believe Blodreina has truly crossed some of the most important limits and lines.

 There was a little over 400 faith followers; leaving it an even fight after hundreds died in the fighting pits for sport among other reasons. Despite what Octavia may think about Wonkru’s strength, it wasn’t enough to overthrow 300 years of faith. Especially after the wonders you delivered into the world when you bared your ice-blooded children to your husband.

 Gaia and Indra were finishing up the twins’ lessons for the day when suddenly everyone in the room was silenced by a loud roar coming from down the hallway. Malia abruptly turned to the sudden noise only to get whacked in the arm with a practice staff, by her slightly younger brother, Tobias. Mal sharply turned back to look at Tobi out of the corner of her eyes, with a dangerous glint in her gaze. She needn’t say anything for her glare said more than her words ever could; as if to say, ‘Back off! Or you’re gonna get it, Tobi.’

 “Mal’s got her mother’s glare, for sure.” Roan guffawed, when he saw Mal’s reaction. Tobi gave his sister a sheepish look and a soft apology.

 “Tobi’s got his father’s guilty stare, for sure.” You softly snarked, with a whisper of a smile; letting Roan know you were only joking. He heartily chuckled at the tongue lash as he pulled you into him to give you a deep kiss; to which you gave back. Malia stormed over a question she asked many times, but never got an answer too.

 “Momma, what’s that noise we always hear from the end of the hallway? Behind the red doors with the strange symbol on it.”

 Gaia and Indra halted as they shared a look with each other before sharing a similar one with you and Roan. The guards and the two women wait for your response to the inquisitive girl’s question. You sigh before you decide to tell them.

 You leave Roan’s arms and walk to the young boy and girl; “A faithless and immoral world lays beyond those doors. A world bathed in red- “

 “Why red, Ma?”  The soft voice of Tobias spoke, as his head cocked to the side.

 “Because it is a place where blood flows and never stops. It will forever be painted in blood and living in that world are monstrous creatures declaring themselves human; who never cease in their howls for carnage. Many people have died in that place for simple pleasure. The monsters in disguise made those people fight in a lonely and terrifying place, known as the pit. Similar to the Gladiators of Ancient Rome and all the while they only roar in hunger for more. You must never find yourself in that position. It is the one place in the world where you will truly be alone. You’ll have no friends, no support, not even each other.”

 Malia and Tobias hang onto her every word; “Why couldn’t we just fight our way to each other and our freedom, Momma?”

 “You can try, my darlings. However, even if you were to kill all of your opponents, there will be a Great Red Serpent, coiled on a throne of chrome, waiting hidden and patience. Even if you’re the last one standing, she still gets to decide whether you live or die. Promise me you will never find yourself in such a place that lacks all honor and humanity. Even if you do find yourself unfortunate enough to be in such a place, promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to free yourselves.”  

 They both immediately swore it to you, and you gave a firm nod in acknowledgment. Once they returned to finishing up their training you looked to Roan and you both shared a look of understanding as you sought the comfort of his arms. It was only a matter of time.

 It was all just a big waiting game.

 |Flashback; Bellamy saves your family|

 You slowly approached Bellamy from your place at Roan side; sliding through the space between Tobias and Malia, who were hugged, protectively, to you and Roan’s bodies. A defense mechanism developed early on in the time since your twins were born, and rightfully so.

 Several emotions seemed to flow over Bellamy’s face at the sight of you; Shock, happiness, love, and a look you knew only too well. Fear. You and Bellamy were best friends, practically brother and sister, ever since you first met in Polis. It was an unlikely bond formed between two people from two different worlds, but somehow you both were able to look past that particular difference.

 When you saw the fear pass over him, all you wanted to do was show him you weren’t mad at him for not being able to keep his promise. In a way he did come back and that’s exactly what you told him. You looked at him in awe as you reached him and quickly pulled him into a tight hug, “You came back…you kept your promise to me.”

 You’ve felt and seen enough fear to last a lifetime, but that is no more, now that Bellamy had freed you all from the serpent cloaked in red death. You knew the words registered in his mind after a few seconds because his arms immediately tightened around you, in a comforting strength. You placed your lips near his right ear to whisper, “Thank you, Bells. You saved us all from the Red Serpent.”

 As you pulled away and watched his reaction, he looked at you in a questioning worry. “(Y/N/N) …” he whispered, before his concerned eyes connected with Octavia’s soulless irises.

 His gaze dropped back to you and what appeared to be a sad but edged anxiety shrouding your tired features. Your eyes and words told him everything and nothing about what he needed to know. Then, his attention was captured by two, inhumanly beautiful and young, twins nestled safely against Roan’s sides.

 ‘You and Roan had children…’ He mused, in mild wonder.

 Realization struck Bellamy, when he realized it was a well-guarded and deeply apprehensive fear; heavily veiling your face.

 |Present time; Ascension to a Hollow Kingdom|

 You assured the twins, after they began to fuss in worry, that you would be waiting for them to ascend, at the top. Poor Tobias looked sick with stress as he watched you like a hawk. He was almost always worrying over something, no matter how big or small, and the fact that he was a Momma’s boy didn’t help his fretting. Roan would fondly say their Tobias takes after his mother; when it came to worrying and pondering.

 Tobias was as cautious as he was dangerous, which said a lot to people if they knew him. Malia and Tobias may have been young and not have extensive training, but their mere existence was dangerous; because their blood marked them with a promise of what they could be.  

 Malia’s blue eyes squinted, at Bellamy, with an edgy distrust. You could help but chuckle when you saw his slight gawk at a 6-year-old glaring at him with a no-bullshit seriousness. He even looked around the area to see if it was really him, she was staring down. It was a glare so familiar that Bellamy couldn’t decide whether the girl inherited the expression from you or Roan.

 You and Roan shared a brief but passionate kiss before you made your way to Bellamy, and the rope that would lift you and your family to your freedom. Bellamy wrapped his arm around your waist with a quick side glance to Malia and her relentless hawk eyes.

 “Bells, you’re not afraid of my 6-year-old, are you?” You teased, as you were both lifted up. Bellamy’s head slightly jerked back as he spoke;

 “What? Of course not, she’s just a kid.” He said, quietly as if he were almost afraid Mal would hear.

 “Uh huh, yeah whatever gets you through the day.” You taunted, “By the way, I like the scruff. Very sexy.”

 He laughed at the playful comment, as he slyly looked at you, and jokingly says; “I thought you might. You always had a thing for men with scruffs”

 “No, I always had a thing for Roan with a scruff.” You giggled with mirth. The two of you, soon enough, reached the beautiful and blinding light that glowed around you. Two foreign men helped you to ground level and you froze in awe as you take in the sight laid before you. It was a wasteland, but it was Earth, your home. You vaguely felt Bellamy’s eyes, hovering on you, but you were more focused with all the open space as far as the eyes could see.

 Something you had forgotten while cramped into that hellish bunker with 1999 other people. “all go down to get your kids and then Roan.” He said, to which you nodded.

This is what’s left of Polis, a place where all the clans could unite in peace. You didn’t have time to ponder anymore on the thought as you heard the voices of your children.

 “Move your hand, rockhead!” Mal snapped at Tobi; only for Tobi to glare at her with pursed lips, “Move your face, halfwit!”

 Bellamy appeared to be making great effort to not laugh and looked to you for help. You took mercy on him and called your twins attention to you, “Alright, that’s enough. Can’t you two go 5 mins without making attempts to rip each other a new one?”

 They both mumbled an apology before looking around with a new wonder in their eyes you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing until now. “This is where you come from Momma?”

 You smile and nod, “It’s different from when your dad and I lived up here though. Before the Second Pramfiya, it used to be covered in fields of grass and trees and bushes as far as the eyes can see, but never-the-less I’m glad to be home and I’m happy that I get to show you our world.”

 They smile and cheer before venturing the foreign area, while still remaining close to your side. You turn as you hear Roan’s voice; “I think this is the happiest we’ve ever seen them.”

 You turned and hugged him as you watch them explore. “I think you right, but hopefully we’ll be able to give them happiness now that we’re free.” Roan nodded in agreement.

 “They look so beautiful and sweet together.” You said before Roan leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. You both pulled away when you heard the twins bickering;

 “Shut up, Mouthbreather!” Mal practically spits out, and Tobi turns back to his twin to give her a good tongue lash;

 “Oh, that great coming from you, Colonel Flap-jaw!”  

 Bellamy couldn’t contain himself any longer and starting howling in laughter at the twins’ insults; he continued to laughter as he looks at you and Roan, “Yeah, those are your kids, alright!”

 You and Roan sharing an amused glance before chuckling at your kids.

[catlover7722]

Moral of the Story: Pro-Hero! Katsuki Bakugo x Ex wife! OC

(Doing another OC of mine. I honestly wanted to do this as an Rp with my favorite rper friend because it’s been in the back of my mind for a while. This is gonna a be a really angesty. If you guys want to see my oc more or a just a short description let me know. Both characters are older, Sakura is 40 and Bakugo’s 41. They have Aiko, who’s their daughter and is 15, and Kouichi, who Sakura son from another relationship (it’s revealed in this story) and is 20)

Trigger warning!: Past suicide attempt, angst, suicide attempt, swearing, past toxic relationship, and over all sad themes (this isn’t getting a good end)

Sakura POV

I sat there alone. I watched the TV, headlines about Ground Zero and Red Riot defeat a villain. I watch the News too much. I shut it off and looked out the window. I got up from the bed and went to window. I sat in the windowsill and stare at the trees. I could barely look at Cherry Blossoms without think about how we would sit under them talking about are future together.

A knock at the door and my nurse came in. I didn’t look at her “Miss, have you taken you medication?” She asked kindly. I nodded and keep staring out the window. I’ve been in here for 10 years and it was the same everyday. Wake up, take my meds with breakfast, go to group and just listen to them, go back to my room to watch the news, stare out the window for an hour, have lunch, do some light reading, Wait for Aiko to come and visit, have dinner and say goodbye to Aiko, watch some more news, and go to bed early.

I had gotten a letter from Dabi today, it was sweet of him. He was arrest 9 years ago and our son was in custody of Bakugo. Kouichi told me they both were at each other throats and was excited to go out of there. I felt bad but Kouichi needs someone like Katsuki in his life to be role model or at least a father figure. My nurse tapped my shoulder.

I looked at her and she looked at me “You remember what today is?” She asked. I looked the calendar and widen my eyes. Today was UA’s Sport Festival. Aiko was in it with her class. I promised her I’d watch it or see it. I looked at my nurse and she smiled a little at me “How about you get dressed into real clothes and go watch it in person?” She said smiling. I nodded and grab the clothes she had bought for me. I went in my bathroom and changed into a foral dress shirt with a black skirt. I put on the black heels she had for me too and walked out. I looked at her and smiled.

She looked at me “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you smile” she said. I nodded and looked at her happily “Let’s go” I said excitedly.

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We got to the Festival. I see all the pro heroes that I knew. I had a black surgical mask on so no one knew it was me. I haven’t seen friends in years, the last person that saw me was Midoryia. He’s was a sweet guy but then he just cut off the contact with me. I couldn’t blame him though, I was definitely a lost cause. We got out and I looked around at everyone.

We walked to go find our seat. I looked around seeing unfamiliar faces and familiar ones. I avoid familiar faces which my nurse would watch almost ashamed of what I was doing “Sakura, maybe talking to them will help you clear up the air. They don’t know the truth on that night” she said. I let out pity chuckled, I’ve told everyone the truth yet no one listens to me. I was gonna respond but ran into someone. I turned to the person “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” I said and looked up at the person. It was Kirishma with Denkei beside him. He was standing there shocked with Denki confused “Sakura?” Kirishma said. I widen my eyes and lowered my mask so they could hear me clearly “Look please don’t say anything to Bakugo. I’m just here to watch and see my daughter. That’s all” I said

Kirishma looked at me with either sympathy or pity in his eyes. Denki looked at me and nodded “Yeah, we won’t say anything. Where’s your seat?” Denki spoke up before Kirishma. I pulled up my mask again and showed him. Denki nodded “Okay. We’ll make sure he stays away from there” he said. I smiled under my mask “Thank you” I said. My nurse grabbed my arm gently and we walked to are seats. I sit there nervously and saw Aiko class. I saw Aiko talking to a girl with green hair and white hair. The girl was Midoryia’s kid no doubt about that. Aiko was happy talking to the girl, maybe this was the girl that Aiko spoke about highly. I smiled at her.

The announcement started and I watched the student gather in a big group. I saw that Uraraka was the one nominated to watch the kids to make sure they don’t hurt anyone. Aiko was chosen to be the student to represent her class to say a few work. If she was anything like her father, this wouldn’t be good. I watched her come up to the stage. She looked at everyone “Look I want everyone to do their best here and I have to say I’m not doing this for my dad, I’m doing it for my mother. She’s watching me now and I’m gonna make her proud” she said in the mic

Okay this was worse then I expected. I was flattered that she said that but now Bakugou knew I was I here. She walked off the stage with her class. I felt the air get tense and waited for a explosion or yelling but nothing happened. My nurse grabbed my hand gently and I tried to calm down.

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It went into The Battle Tournament and I decided to go see Aiko before she went to her battle. I went alone, if I were to see Bakugo then I’d be able to try and defuse the situation without her help. I got to her room she told Kouichi to text me. I got there and opened the door carefully. I saw her sitting there with Kouichi. She looked at me quickly and got up. I smiled at her and closed the door behind me “Mom!” She said and hugged me tightly. I hugged back and I didn’t really realize she was taller than me until now which was weird to me.

We pulled away and Kouichi came over then hugged me too while I hugged back. I knew Kouichi was gonna he tall just like his father. We pulled away and I smiled at them “I’m proud of you, Aiko. I didn’t get this far when I did the Sports Festival when I was your age. You take after your father a lot” I said. Aiko looked at me and smiled a lot “Thanks, mama. I just want to make you proud” she said. I looked at her and puts my hand on her arm “You’d never, ever disappoint me” I said.

Aiko tears up and wipes her tears “Thank you” she said smiling. Kouichi chuckled “Don’t cry. You’ll be too busy crying to focus on your fight” he said. Aiko glared at him angrily “Oh hush! I can kick your ass!” She yelled. I watched them pick on each other smiling at them. I missed this definitely, I never saw them together when they were younger pick and fight with each other. I felt bad but I was stuck in the hospital for most of their lives.

I hummed to get their attention which worked “I should get going, I need to leave before your father come” I said. Aiko and Kouichi hugged me together. I hugged them both smiling. I pulled away smiling and walked out the room. I closed the door behind me after leaving and looked up seeing the devil himself. Bakugo was standing there against the wall in his pro hero costume. His arm crossed and his eyes closed, a clear sign of him being pissed off. I stood there “Kats-” I started “Bakugo, you don’t call me Katsuki” he interrupted. I closed my mouth and recoil a little. He opened his eye, his vermilion eyes burning into my orchid colored eyes. He sighed “You can stay until it’s over then I want you to go back to the hospital again. We’ll talk there about the court order” he said “I promise you that you’ll never see my daughter again” he added putting a lot of anger on my. I stood there and nodded then started to walking away not wanting to start an argument. I started to tear up and then started to run down the hallway not wanting to look back at him.

I didn’t realize that he was staring at me with so much guilt. The built up guilt over the years made him angry at me and himself. I keep running crying and just kept running leaving the arena. I took off my mask harshly and threw it on the ground not caring. I was prepared to see him and I kept running.

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I was on a rooftop, I don’t know how I got on here. But I was here standing on the edge reflecting on my life. I had a quirk with a lethal side effect, I almost died from it, my birth father was a villain, my birth mother was abusive to me when I was born, I fucked up a good relationship with the only guy that I actually felt was a good one, and I didn’t get to see my daughter grow up. I stand there staring at the ground below.

I knew that people were trying to find me. An alert was sent out a few hours ago but I didn’t care. I heard the roof top door slam open and I turn around to look it. I saw Bakugo, Iida, and Aizawa. Aizawa was a dad figure just like my adoptive dad was too. Bakugo stares at me and moves towards me slowly. His mouth was moving but I didn’t hear anything. I smiled at him “I love you and our kids” I said to him and I backed off the roof. I closed my eyes and smiling. I felt myself fall and see glimpses of my life....

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10 years ago

The day that ruined my life, Aiko and I were playing in her room. Katsuki was getting groceries for dinner. It was his night to cook so we both knew it would be good. Aiko and I were smiling. I heard a knock on the door. I got up telling Aiko to say put. I went to the door and opened it. I saw Dabi there with Kouichi. I stood there “You can’t be here, Bakugo doesn’t like you coming over here without telling him” I said. Dabi looked down at me “You need to come back” he said to me. I sighed in annoyance.

“I’m not coming back. We made a deal, I sent money for you and Kouichi while you give us information on the League. I’m keeping you out of jail” I said angrily. Dabi sent Kouichi to Aiko room and he came in. He shut the door and I back up “Dabi!” I said. He grabbed me by my arms “I can’t do this without you. You don’t know how hard this is” he said. I looked at him and sighed “I gave you a choice back then. You and I can’t be together. I can keep Kouichi here few days while you sort things out” I explained.

Dabi stood there. He got mad and let’s go of me “I love you more than him. You know that” he said. I shook my head no “Katsuki loves me a lot too. I love him a lot too. You can’t change my mind” I said pushing him away. I went upstairs to go check on the kids. That was my first mistake, Dabi followed me upstairs and grabbed my back of my throat. I widen my eyes and reach back digging my nails in his scars which made him let go quickly. I ran to the bathroom and shut the door locking it.

Dabi bangs on the door yelling at me. I stood there crying and cover my ears telling him to leave. I opened the cabinet and grabbed the my medicine. I knew the dosage could kill me but I knew it would make me go in and out of consciousness only killing me if I . I grabbed the syringe and got the dosage. I put it in the my arm and sat down on the ground. I closed my eyes and get flashed of Aiko knocking the door, then the door getting blown up, the Bakugo hold me closely crying, and lastly I woke up in the hospital

I look around and sat up a little. My head pounding and I saw Katsuki in a chair. He was sleeping, I looked at him and grabbed his hand gently. I rub his knuckles trying to see if he’d wake up. He did stir awake and looked at me. He squeezed my hand and got up. He sat down on the bed and looked at me. He looked drained “I can’t do that again” he said. I looked at him confusedly “Bakugo I wasn’t trying-” I stared but he gripped my hand stopping me. I saw he was crying and I let go of his hand “Alright, I understand” I said. He got up and walked out quietly. I sat there and started to cry. I covered my face and keep crying. I’m an fucking idiot.

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I might do a part two to this but only if people want it

[mrneighbourlove]

Fall of a Dynasty: Ch 6. Bad Blood Needs Let Going

It had been ages since the two of them had any time alone. The road back to a sense of normalcy was hard. Yet, the two of them had been determined to make things right to each other. And what better way than a little bit of love making? Over the years, Zizi learned that Kahli liked to get a bit rough here and there, but he had one little weakness... heels. He loved it when her legs appeared to go on for miles. So, she stood in front of the bed in nothing but a pair of blood red silhouettes.  

"Still desire me after all these years, love?"

Kahli needed time to adjust to being a physical lover to his wife after nearly tearing their relationship apart. Slowly, and carefully, he found his rhythm with her step by step. This morning, after feeding the kids, he had put Grievous and Urboro on farming duty outside to give the children a distraction. When Zizi stepped out with heels, he gave a friendly woo to her as he laid out spread on the bed with his shirt off.

“I never stopped.”

"At least the kids will be distracted for a while..." Zizi crawled onto the bed next to Kahli, lying on her stomach, legs up in the air, gently kicking back and forth. "And it's been some time since it was just me and you..."

“Indeed. You think you’re comfortable with me again?”

"Yes." Zizi replied, no hesitation. "I think we've mended ourselves this far to owe it to ourselves to try. Unless, you're not comfortable yet. I can wait."

“No. No more waiting. No more hesitation.” Kahli grasped her hands, gently kissing her fingers.

"How do you want me?" Zizi ran a hand down her cheek. "We'll just take this slow."

“Think I’ll start with those perky breasts.”

As soon as Kahli started to squeeze them and fondled the pair tenderly, an angry yell was heard outside from Grievous.

“Son of a- what now?”

If looks could kill... Zizi was irritated, horny, and ready to commit homicide. If Grievous had let the triplets sneak past her again, that new step-daughter of hers was going to be on laundry duty for an entire month. Growling under her breath, the Zemlja put on some normal clothes and prepared to face whatever fresh hell was downstairs.

"I swear, she claims to be sneaky but the triplets outsmart her each time..."

Grievous ran inside the house, her adrenaline having spiked. “Mother! Father! Zannah is here! She has Manaco with her!”

Outside, the portal closed behind the group. They opened up in the barn, and Athena and Grievous had never set foot in such a... simple area before. Zannah waved flashed a smile to a startled Grievous as she ran off to warn her parents.

“Children, welcome to Hyrule.”

Jaw agape as she looked out the window, Zizi then swore under her breath.

"Kahli, I know I promised you that I would not kill her, but I will put her in her place if she did something to our son!" She swung open the front door and noticed that the twins were here as well. What business did Griffith and Athena have here? Was there going to be a fight? Did something happen? "Grivy, get inside."

Grievous urged Urboro to rush to the other kids inside as well.

Both the adult twins looked around the property with curiosity as Zannah stepped forward. “Hello Zizi. I know it hasn’t been long since I first arrived, but events have transpired quickly, and we don’t have much time. However...” The ex-emperor pulled Athena and Manaco close. “My dear boy. Tell your mother the exciting news.”

Zizi felt her breath hitch in her throat.

"Manaco..." She gave her eldest son the nastiest glare she could. "If you knocked her up..."

"I didn't knock her up, by the spirits, why does everyone think that?!" Manaco protested, feeling a bit cowed by his mother. She could be really intimidating when she wanted. "We... meaning myself, Uncle Ralnor, Uncle Covarog, and uh... him..." The eldest child placed emphasis, indicating Bonegrinder. "Worked a deal to ensure that the Kikai Empire would be under Hylian territory and rules."

"Oh..." Zizi's face relaxed but still held suspicion. "Then why do you look so nervous?"

"Seeing that Uncle Covarog would never let one of his daughters marry to... uh... ensure future ties..." Manaco swallowed. Hard. "I volunteered."

".... WHAT?!?!" Zizi screeched so loud, the boy's ears rang.

Zannah made the motion of flicking wax from out of her ear as Zizi screeched like a banshee. “That’s right. Per our agreement to ensure the safety of my people being kept out of the hands of a tyrant, I’ve given up my position as Emperor. Effective immediately once the would-be usurper is dealt with, Athena and Manaco will be wed. They will become Empress Athena and Emperor Manaco of the Kikai Empire. I suppose that would make us family.”

The Earth Sage stilled and took a slow breath. She unclenched her jaw and loosened her shoulders. "... you're not the empress anymore?" Zizi calmly asked as she put back her hair. "You've given up... your throne? To them?"

“Fucking hell. It’s Emperor. Em-Per-Or. It’s been Emperor for a long while. I will go down as the Jade Rebuilder, Emperor of the Kikai Empire. Why do you people insist on calling me Empress even after I changed my title?” It honestly upset Zannah greatly. Taking a breath to compose herself, she nodded. “For the betterment of my children, my people, and for my love, yes. I’m one who can always make the hard sacrifices Zizi.”

"Good." Zizi made sure her hair was tight. "Now, I can do this."

For years, she had been planning the perfect strike. She even thought of potential places she could hide the body. Patience was a difficult game. Yet, she mastered it. And now, all that time waiting for finally pay off. Throwing all her magical energy into it, the Zemlja punched Zannah as hard as she could across the face.

Manaco, on the other hand, was horrified.

"MOM!!! NO!" He grabbed his mother before she could do anymore damage."Are you insane?!"

"I should be asking you that!!!" Zizi struggled in his grasp. "You're marrying into the family that nearly ripped ours apart?!"

Zannah was rocked, being flung backwards into a barn wall. Her head was spinning, and she felt her mind stop for second there. Was she bleeding? How did she not pick that up? Yes, she deserved that punch, but god damn, she wasn’t going to take it lying down. As soon as Zizi turned to Manaco, Zannah rocked forward with a sucker punch to Zizi’s jaw. Blue Ocho blood was trickling down her lip. She hadn’t fought in hand to hand combat in decades. Her blood was pumping, making her feel like a teenager again. “Come on. You can’t think that’s all you have in you, right?”

Athena was totally blindsided by the sudden violence. “Mother!? What are you doing? We need her!”

Griffith however, took a step back. “No. I think they need to work things out.”

Zizi managed to move Manaco aside by manipulating the ground under his feet, causing her son to stumble and lose his balance. This fight had been a long time coming and she was not going to let him get in the way of it. Though there was something different about Zannah now. The Zemlja could sense there was a lack of... fire? The spirits were finally giving her a moment in the sun!

"I have plenty more in me, but what about you?" Zizi baited Zannah, wanting to see if her hunch was true. "Something's... off about you."

Zannah kicked off her heels, cracking her neck and breathing slowly. “My War God deemed me a failure. He decided I was weak for valuing my citizens as more than tools and giving up additional power. So he took away my godly gifts. You won’t see me burn an ocean away any more, but I can still bend the element of fire and conjure electric energy. Honestly, it’s a little freeing. I can age with my lover, and I’m not burdened by high expectations anymore. But how about we keep this a magic free zone so I can plant my foot up your ass and teach you a lesson to not strike royalty.”

Zizi couldn't help it. The news shocked her, yes, but more than anything it delighted the Zemlja. She started... laughing. This was sweet and bitter justice served after all those years of torment! What better way to put Zannah in her place?! No power, no empire, no godly-given strength... she had nothing that she fought so hard to gain! She laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes.

"Oh... oh, this is just wonderful!!!" Zizi tried to speak in-between giggles. "You know... I never thought that you would get what was coming. And now, you've... my spirits, I never thought I'd hear such news! I prayed for years that you would once feel that same pain I did, but this! This is so much better than anything I could have thought of!"

Zannah took the free opening and socked Zizi hard straight in the face. With a low rush, she threw a fist forward, sending the woman stumbling a little back. “Shut your mouth. Who do you think you’re laughing at you little punk?”

"I'm laughing at a brat who thought she was a deity, thought she was above everyone else, thought she could do as she pleased without any comeuppance, who thought she could hurt whoever the hell she pleased without any second glance, and who could not even save her own kids! Had to ask, who she once called friend, for help!" Zizi, despite being punched, was still snickering. "You know, there was a time that I thought so highly of you. A time I called you friend and treasured our time together. I wanted to help you rebuild what was dwindling. But now?" She took a breath. "I think now I will take the greatest pleasure knowing that you lost."

Vines shot forth out of the earth and restrained Zannah. Venu'sa, Zizi's oldest and rarest specimen, erupted from the earth. Over the years, Venu'sa's growth had gone through the majority of the land of Hyrule with multiple heads and roots. Nothing could kill the plant now. "And I... won."

“Of course you’d cheat.” Zannah struggled as Manaco advised the twins not to interfere. Thorns were digging into the woman’s skin, connecting like ticks and bleeding her out. “Yes, you've won. I’ve been a loser ever since Link held her blade to my throat. And now I’m going to continue to lose, despite my best efforts. I found out the man who is trying to take my Empire from me is my brother, resurrected by Exodrum. I have to kill him before he spreads war to other lands. You understand that Zizi? Although it is my responsibility to send him back to the underworld, I have to live with killing my blood. Now, how about you put me down, run along to your brother in law, and tell him to come back her with some fighters so I can pile on that shame as well.”

"... I think not." Zizi kept Zannah where she was, entangled in Venu'sa's vines. "If you want help from my sister's husband, then you can ask him yourself. Grovel. Beg. You're good at it." She then looked around, tapping her foot. "I keep expecting that robot of yours to come to your rescue, but since you're no longer the ruler, I suppose he'd be loyal to Athena next." The Earth Sage then looked at Zannah's daughter. "I have no qualms against you, Athena, nor you, Griffith. Though I will tell you right now, including your mother," She said with gritted teeth. "If any of you so much as harm one single hair on my son's head, I will personally shred you to bits, and then feed you to my plants. Dead bodies make excellent fertilizer. Am. I. Clear?"

Athena looked to Manaco, honestly terrified. “You want me to merry into this family? Have her put my mother down. I-I can’t watch this violence anymore.”

"... Mom... please..." Manaco hated the fact that Athena and himself were being dragged into the middle of this situation. Old wounds were hard to heal. He understood how deeply Zannah had hurt his mother. Yet, at some point, this had to stop. "I know you don't trust Zannah, and I know you don't like this situation. But something good can come out of this." He gently held Athena's hand. "I can do what Zannah could not with Athena at my side. You may not be able to forgive Zannah for what she did to our family, but... can you at least try to see that I want this? I've always adored Athena, I loved visiting the Empire when I was a child, and you taught me that sometimes, it's hard to love those who wronged us. Please... will you let this be a bygone? For me?"

"... you truly care for her?"

"Yes. And I believe in time, she may come to care for me as I do her."

"... I cannot forgive Zannah." Zizi tried to calm her anger. "But I do not want to hurt you. If this is what you wish... then I will do my best to be there for you and Athena."

“I don’t expect forgiveness from anyone Zizi. Now set me down for the sake of our children.”

Athena squeezed Manaco’s hand, warmed by his words and declaration of love to her. It was incredibly sweet.

"Venu'sa... release her." Zizi commanded the plant and the vines slowly withdrew into the earth. She still had that overwhelming urge to beat Zannah within an inch of life, but she held back. Manaco was more important to her. "... answer me this. Did the snake bind her to her word?"

"Yes, he did, Mom." Manaco assured his mother. "If she breaks it, then all the work will unravel."

“I’ve never broken a promise before. So you don’t need to worry.” Zannah had help from Griffith standing up, wincing from her thorn wounds. “Now stop being a bitch, pick yourself up, and go get Covarog.”

Zizi took a seat on her front porch in a rocking chair.

"No." The Zemlja undid her hair and started to apply some salve on her knuckles. She hit Zannah so hard, she knocked the skin clear off. "You want something, you go get it. I'm never will, never have, taken orders from you. If you think you're in such good graces, go ask my sister and her husband. I am no warmonger."

“Oh piss off. I hope I took away your final years to have proper sex with your husband.” Zannah turned, limping to go lie down in the barn where Bonegrinder rested. “Griffith. Head to Hyrule Castle. Tell Covarog to gather a strike force.”

“Yes mother.” Griffith begrudgingly accepted the order.

"Least I get to have sex whenever I want." Zizi retorted as Zannah hobbled away. She winced slightly as the salve stung like hell, but finished tending to her knuckles. "I'd ask my sister if you want any fair chance, Griffy. You might need to take Athena and Manaco for good measure. As much as he dislikes your mother, he'll have a hard time saying no to his nephew."

"Mooom..." Manaco felt a touch embarrassed. "I'm not a kid anymore, Uncle Covarog isn't going to hand me whatever I please."

"Act like a kid, be treated like one. Especially not telling your mother about your intentions toward a young girl." She flicked her hand. "Go on now."

“As you say.” As the younger adults left, Zannah struggled picking herself up to rest peacefully atop the barn’s upper stable. “Are you still here snake?”

Bonegrinder was currently helping himself to a bucket full of cherries, lounging on stacked barrels of hay.

"He has to keep an eye on his investments, green lady. If angry, little plant mom back there killed you, he would have lost a good deal."

“Angry plant bitch knows nothing of sacrifice. Nothing of survival in the face of ungodly odds. Nothing of being a leader. Not like me. And I suspect, not like you.” Zannah sighed, still wincing from her thorn wounds. “Tell me. I feel like I know you. Your voice is so familiar. Do you live in Hyrule’s sewer system?”

"You assume to know as much about plant mom as she knows about you." Bonegrinder finished the cherries and tossed the bucket aside. "Assuming can make one an ass, green lady. Be careful not to do so. If you think you know your enemy, then you must know they are already three steps ahead. The question is, however, can you or can you not outsmart your foe? You must think like them in order to know them. And unfortunately, your enemy is going to have the title of mother-in-law... so you cannot continue to press her unless you wish to risk the union between her son and your daughter." At her question, he chuckled, "He lives in the catacombs, in Omisha, and once upon a time, in the clouds... with his children. His beautiful children."

“I heard singing when I escaped imprisonment during the war. Was it not you I heard? Or just other spirits plaguing Hyrule?”

Zannah blinked, then suddenly laughed lightly. “So it was you.”

"You were just a wee thing, then." Bonegrinder told Zannah. "He heard you, scuffling about in his territory. Tempted, yes, so tempted to add you to his group of children. Yet, he could not risk the pig king snooping around in his catacombs."

“Ganondorf is a terrifying man isn’t he? Can’t imagine he’d be kind to you. He wasn’t kind to me or my brothers.” Zannah groaned, contemplating the near future. “How the hell am I supposed to even come close to patching things up with that witch?”

"The pig king is old now, and Bonegrinder has no need to fear another host for a deity." The Anagari thought back over the centuries. "He has seen the pig and the beautiful light fight for what seems like eons with the hero sometimes in the middle of it all, sometimes too late, and sometimes too early. Theirs is a fine example of why you should not anger the supernaturals." The snake then chuckled. "Trying to think of a solution to your problem, green lady? The plant mom, yes, is angry for sure. Though, you are missing the underlying issue here."

“Oh tell me your wise council then.” Zannah cursed as she pulled a loose thorn out of her leg.

"All you see is the anger, green lady." Bonegrinder reminded her. "You fail to see the hurt. This snake can even see from here that the plant mom trusted you when she does not give such trust easily. To break such a fragile thing, one wonders if it could ever be repaired." He used his tail to pluck a leaf from Zannah's hair. "Even this old snake knows that true friendships are difficult to find and he has lived for a very, very long time."

Zannah grew quiet, grasping her knees as she pulled them closer. She didn’t know that Zizi herself was listening nearby, still not trusting Zannah.

“Of course all I know is anger. My father raised me to be a warrior. I never got to know love in my family. The only friend I made was that with my twin brother. But that wasn’t friendship. We fought and trained together, and we were taught being dominate over others was the ultimate way to life. How did that end for him? I had to watch him scream my name for help as he was decapitated by the demon king. And what did my father do? He treated it like it was my failure. He made me believe the lashing I took was deserved. Then when my elder brother became consumed by Exodrum’s gift, he touched me... he told me once the war was over I’d be the only one to carry on the line. He became so corrupt and vile he didn’t see me as a sister anymore... he too would die. Ganondorf only spared me because Rinku asked it, but even then he had me beg. He made me beg harder than I ever had before, even to Zizi.” Zannah took another thorn and pulled it out of her body.

“So then, as a teenager and the last heir to the throne, I had to become Emperor. Not an Empress who would be wed off. I had to take the title of a man with pride. I wasn’t allowed to be weak. I wasn’t allowed to make friends. My most trust worthy advisor became a cold hearted machine. That was my young adult hood. I had to acquire the power that drove my brother mad just to give my people hope. Then a bunch of old men blackmailed me into having children. I had to, otherwise I’d let the Empire fall to corrupt, war mongering men from my fathers era. What else could I do? What else could I do but scheme and gather power? My anger is all I know. It fueled me, it fed me, it helped me rise up. And god, in my dreams, I listened to my god. I could hear the damned cries of my brothers telling me not to fall to weakness. That friends were a weakness. I would not become the weak link that tore the Empire apart. I would not bring the Genocide of the Hasai people. My people. I thought... I thought Zizi and Kahli would understand. I thought I was doing a good thing by reviving the Waku Tribes. But I don’t know anymore. I don’t even know if I can say my head is clear now. I don’t know if it’s ever been clear. Am I just a natural psychopath, or was I simply never given the chance to be normal? I envy Rinku and Zizi. They got to have loving families. I got drafted into war. Perhaps I never left that battlefield.... oh god.” Zannah suddenly sounded sad, realizing the big secret. “I’m never got to be human. I’ve always been a warrior. I’ve always been a monster. Bonegrinder, I have to kill my brother. That’s something I feel has to be done. I haven’t given it any other thought. How monstrous is that?”

"You are not the only one with strife, pain, and misery in your past. He knows that your suffering has been great, and yes, it is true that you have never had the chance to be just... you. Simply you. Not a ruler, not a warrior... just another soul walking on this earth. Anger and hate can consume you and consume you it did. Though now, you have a second chance and how you take it, how you spend it, will set forth the motion for your future. Your children's future. Your grandchildren's future.." Bonegrinder listened to Zannah. "However, your suffering is not an excuse for you justifying the need to hurt others, to use them." He asked the woman. "Bonegrinder is an Anagari, an Echidnan... the very definition of what humans call 'monster'. His children much so too. Yet, his people have never once declared war on humans despite the hate, the fear, and the anger suffered through centuries of common, everyday people... do you know why?"

“Why?”

"For every human out there who deems us monsters, there is one who views us in a different light." Bonegrinder did not name names, but thought of Leere. "We cannot judge the whole by the actions of a few, green lady. Perhaps that is where you went wrong. So focused on others judging you, having to be the strongest, the best, never fail... that you forgot that it is human to be weak, to admit it, ask for help, and need a friend to help you stand."

“No. I’m a lost cause. I’m grateful I taught my children to be better, but I’m different. I have no friends. I’ll never have friends... I don’t deserve friends.” Zannah looked up to a hole in the roof, dangling an arm off the side and she lied on her back. “Zizi’s right. I’m a loser. But I lost life long, long, long before meeting her.”

"This old snake doesn't necessarily think that plant mom believes you are a loser, per se... he believes that she thinks you are lost." Bonegrinder then asked Zannah.

"One cannot mend a friendship unless one tries, green lady. For your daughter's sake, he suggests you attempt it at least. Lest, you risk losing her as well."

“I don’t know how. I just don’t know how. How can I? How can I even begin to?”

"There is nothing wrong with a sincere, heartfelt apology, is there?" Bonegrinder questioned the woman. "Think of it this way, green lady... you treasure your blondie queen. Imagine for a moment, this situation is reversed, and plant mom used your blondie queen for her benefit. Would you not feel betrayed? Hurt? By someone who you deemed a friend?" He then added, "Plant mom did not only have her family shaken, green lady... she also lost you. Someone she came to care for."

“What? There’s no way that’ll work. She hates me.”

"Have you tried it? You shall never know unless you do." Bonegrinder reminded Zannah. "If you wish to human... this is a start."

Zannah looked at her hands, clenching and opening them one beat at a time. “Alright. Zizi Slatki. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not recognizing how much of a monster I was towards you and your husband. I’m sorry for not recognizing how deeply you valued our friendship. I’m sorry I was too selfish to see how I hurt you. I don’t have friends... I don’t think I know what friendship looked like until it punched me in the face. I’m sorry.” Zannah’s genuine practice speech reached the Zemalji’s ears. Once done, she turned to Bonegrinder. “Is that what being human sounds like?”

"Yes, green lady... that is exactly what human sounds like. It's hard, it's messy, and it's heartbreaking... but one wondrous thing about humans is that no matter how many times something is broken..." Bonegrinder softly tapped Zannah on her shoulder. "Somehow, they manage to find a way to fix it."

“Hmmm. We’ll see.”

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[katsukisbeatingheart]

830

ao3!

"Bakugo?" You croaked feebly from under your mountain of blankets, blurrily blinking in a state of befuddlement. "What're you doing here?"

The day started strangely, snowballing into an absolute mess of a night. As a result, you'd found yourself surreptitiously tucked into bed, far too early in the evening for your liking.

It began with a single cough almost as soon as you woke this morning, building into stifled sneezing by lunch, and finally, the whole package once night had come—with the generous addition of a throbbing headache.

When you ultimately caved, you had to fend off relentless—but completely well-meaning—offers from your friends to stay close and take care of you.

"I'm sure all I need is a bit of rest, and by tomorrow morning I'll have slept it off," you reassured with a weak smile.

Absolutely refusing to run the risk of anyone else catching a bug, you whisked yourself to the baths and retired to your room. There you'd stayed for a near two hours already, trying to kip the sick away. You felt guilty for your stubbornness, but you knew you would feel even worse if someone else started to fall under the weather on your account.

So when the door swung open just enough for an irascible figure to stride through—albeit sort of awkwardly—you wondered if you were hallucinating.

"I thought I'd made it clear that I just needed some sleep," you rasped through a groan.

The gentle light coming from somewhere in the hallway filtered through and sparsely illuminated his silhouette. You couldn't see his face, but based on the uncomfortable way he stuffed his hands in his pockets, you wondered if maybe he wasn't entirely sure why he was there either.

Finally settling on a nonchalant shrug, he clicked his tongue in half-hearted annoyance.

"You're sick, aren't you?"

"...Well yeah."

"Yeah and, I didn't want to have to suffer through you moping around up here by yourself."

"Hey! I'm not moping—" you started.

"'Sides," a thud—he had kicked the door closed behind him, "aren't you supposed to be able to handle a cold?"

"You'd think," you seethed bitterly, unhappy with your Quirk's susceptibility to catching such a pathetic germ, "but no."

"Then I suppose heat can be a little unbearable for you too, huh?" He asked, masking his involuntary disappointment with a snicker.

"Yeah but, that is exactly what I need right now." You hummed a little hum and felt your skull rattle, prattling on despite that. "It's not as bad if I'm not alone, I guess."

You didn't know what you were saying, suddenly open to the idea of curling up next to the space heater of a boy standing in front of your door. The dizzying daydreams on top of an already dizzy reality shot your diffidence to hell.

Listlessly appreciating the underlying intimation, you whipped your hands around in a drowsy 'stop' motion. "But that's not what I meant— that's not the—I'm good sweating it out over here."

A beat of silence.

"By myself."

The quiet that followed grew heavy with the weight of whatever you were suffering through. It felt dense, and all you wanted right now was to pass the hell out—or jump into a raging inferno, whichever was easiest.

You hadn't noticed that your eyes slid shut, and when you opened them again, Bakugo stood leaning over you. Your vision adjusted to the darkness again, and he seemed to be staring at you expectantly.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a solicitous drawl.

"Scoot over."

"What?"

"Scoot. Over."

"No," you whined, "You'll get sick."

"Please. My immune system could annihilate your immune system."

The sound you made was something akin to silverware caught in a garbage disposal, but Bakugo still found your giggle to be stupidly exquisite. You released a prolonged puff of air.

"Please, don't make me laugh," you groaned, clutching your chest through chokes and chortles. "That's such a dorky thing to brag about."

Another 'tch'. "It's true, you imbecile."

"Whatever, you egg."

"Seriously, move the fuck over, or I'll sit on you."

You were beginning to enjoy this.

Any other day, when you weren't sick, you would've reasoned you and your quickly beating heart out of such a predicament. Today was its own entity entirely, though, and your lovesick and sick-sick brain decided teasing this impetuous boy was the best idea since sliced bread!

You yanked the duvet over your reddened face, and spoke muffled through a small, impish smile.

"Do it, you coward."

You were an absolute fool, challenging Katsuki on his own word. When you felt the mattress dip in more than two places as he neared you, you quickly decided that the congestion was suffocation enough—you did not need bumptious boy on you too. Not right now, anyway.

Another dip right next to your head, in between yourself and the wall, and you were sure if you peaked, he'd be successfully caging you in. You spazzed under the covers, letting your arms and legs fly—with dignity—as a last line of defense.

"Okay, okay, alright fine!" You looked straight up to see a glaring, burning stare that left you far too transfixed for your comfortability.

You groaned in defeat, far too tired to argue with someone just as stubborn as you are. Your headache flared, and figured you didn't plan on staying awake any longer anyway so, What the hell.

Lifting the covers to invite him in, you rolled and burrowed as deep as you could into your pillows.

Katsuki leaned back on his knees, stepping backward once to glower at you self-congratulatorily. You didn't miss the tiny 'hmph', either.

Before immediately climbing in to bed with you, however, he kicked off his pants—much to your raging embarrassment, thankfully covered by your sickness flush—leaving him in his boxer shorts. You stared a moment longer than you meant to before turning away, hopefully before he saw.

Unfortunately for you, he did.

You were too busy being embarrassed to notice the smug little smirk break the usual indifferent expression again.

He closed the blankets, and pulled them around like an oversized, fluffy cocoon for two. Throwing all inhibitions out the window, you moved closer to him.

Heat rolled off of him in droves, and you instantly gravitated toward it; much against your best interests as a highly introverted, yet infatuated being. You blamed your being dizzyingly sick for the sudden lack of regard and shot of confidence.

Your head descended upon his shoulder, as you all but threw yourself onto him for that warmth.

For warmth, you told yourself.

He started slightly, stiffening just a bit despite the fact that he literally asked for this. It took Bakugo a moment to find himself again, and against all things—including his pride—he pulled his arm around your waist.

The little sigh that slipped passed your parted lips sounded dangerously close to a desperate mewl and for the first time since he was in preschool, Katsuki damn near spontaneously combusted.

You drove your cheek into his chest, deciding that your self-consciousness would be a problem for tomorrow's you.

"If I snore or drool, it goes without saying that I will not hesitate to kill you, should you tell anyone."

"Don't worry," he snorted, "your secret's safe with me."

[babyshawwn]

Like To Be You | Blurb

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“I’m fucking dying here, why can’t you see it?” She screamed at me, tears forming in years as soon as the words left her trembling mouth. 

She followed right behind as I raced towards the garage while the anger began pumping in my veins. I felt heated, out of control and I didn’t like it. 

“Seriously, you can’t keep accusing me of shit I’ve never done! It’s getting really old.” I yelled back as I reached for the car keys in the pocket of my black jeans. 

“Oh, really. You’re actually going to fucking leave right now?” She spit back, rolling her eyes at me as I unlocked the car and grabbed for the handle. 

In a quick move, her hand pushed the door back and prevented me from getting in. It forced me to take a deep breath so I wouldn’t lose my temper and go off on her. 

“Shawn! You can’t just fucking leave me. We need to talk about this.” 

“Talk?” I squealed angrily back at her as I turned to towards her. “We don’t fucking talk. All you ever do is yell at me. It’s like you’re always picking fights.” I told her as the knot in my stomach grew wider and the ache kicked began to kick in.

“You’re kidding me, right? You’re being-“ 

“I need some space, okay? You’re fucking suffocating me.” I scoffed as I removed her hand from the handle of the car. 

She fought my action as much as she possibly could, but I was stronger and she had to give up the fight in the end. 

Her wild, teary eyes stuck on mine as the anger heating her swollen face faded in the matter of second and was replaced with a mixture of somewhat unbearable pain and fear, I had never seen in her eyes before. 

“Please, don’t walk away right now. Please Shawn.” She begged me as her teeth dug into her bottom lip to strangle the sobs pressing on. Her lips were trembling and completely out of colour. 

Lately, her feelings had been a complete mess. I couldn’t keep up with when she was angry or when she was hurting. My head was literally spinning from having to deal with the non-stop mood swings she constantly threw at me. Never knowing what I would come home to or how she was going to greet me. 

And I guess, I had just had enough because I never understood what the problem was and I don’t think she fully did either. 

I took a deep breath to calm myself as much as possible and let my fingers run through my hair to push back the curls almost falling into my eyes. Tears began running silently down her face as she stood in front of me with her arms crossed, clearly unhappy with the current situation. 

“Look-” I reached for her shoulder and let my hand give her a soft squeeze. “I need to take a breather, okay? I have to remove myself from this situation right now because we’re just screaming at each other. We aren’t fixing anything or talking to each other… and I’m afraid I might say something I don’t mean just because I’m pissed at you.” I told her as she wiped tears falling from her flushed face. 

At first, she looked like she was going to fight me but then she took a step back from the car, unblocking the door again. She was rubbing her sweaty palms together as her eyes flickered around the room, avoiding all eye contact with me. 

Her face was just as heated as mine and I could tell her entire body was as tense and juddering with frustration too. 

I rubbed the back of my neck, somewhat dealing with the nagging headache the constant fighting had given me, as I opened the door to the front seat of the grey car. 

“Just come back to me, okay?” She muttered without letting her eyes fall on mine. 

A slight yank of pain formed in my heart as her sad words blurred from her mouth. Quickly, I placed my hand on her burning cheek and leaned forward to kiss her forehead ever so gently. 

“I just need air, that’s all. We both need to cool down. And then I’ll be back.” I promised her and kissed her forehead one last time before getting into the car, shutting the door and backing out of our driveway. 

Driving through Toronto at night had always been the best way for me to cool down; whether it was from stressing too much, my anxiety, getting into fights or whatever else I had to deal with, I felt better once driving the tiny streets, unfamiliar streets with John Mayer blasting from the stereo. 

We had been fighting for weeks now, over and over again. Heck, I hardly remember not arguing with her day in and day out. 

We were always constantly bickering about little things that shouldn’t matter or things I never knew was even a topic to get heated about. I couldn’t really put a finger on how or when this period had started to begin with and I truly had no idea what caused it or how we ended up here. 

We were as fine as ever and one day, we suddenly couldn’t share four words without raising our voices at each other. 

Tears filled my sore eyes as I tried blinking them away but they fell down anyways and left wet traces on my dry lips. 

I was sick and tired of the fighting. Sick and tired of getting upset and leaving the apartment emotional. I was sick and tired of feeling this way. Of making her feel this way; I didn’t like seeing the tears in her eyes, my stomach always flipped whenever her voice cracked over and I hated that I was, apparently, the reason why she was hurting as deeply as she clearly was. But I never knew what was going on in her head, she never fully let me in. 

I bit roughly into my bottom lip as I prevented the sobs from escaping my mouth and echoing in the car. Eyes on the road, I tried pushing the snatching feeling in my heart away as I continued to drive towards the highway in a desperate try to get away from my heavy thoughts. 

After driving around for a few hours, trying to somehow calm the storm inside my chest, I pulled into the garage again. Sitting in the car with my eyes shut, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down as much as possible. 

The anger had by far left my body, but I was somehow still aching with the countless emotions rushing through my veins. 

I couldn’t figure out how to feel; one minute I was sad, the next vibrating with rage and then I just felt mentally exhausted. The next I knew, I was frustrated and then hurt by her cold words replaying in my mind repeatedly. 

Rubbing my temples, I tried easing the tense headache that had been nagging me the past few weeks but it never fully disappeared. 

Our apartment was dark; the lights were out, the tv shut and the silence haunted my head as I walked towards our bedroom at the end of the hallway. 

I remained silent as I pushed the door open and caught her dark shadow in the bed, her back facing towards the door and her body completely covered underneath the bedsheets. 

She didn’t strain a muscle as I kicked off my shoes and slowly slipped into the bed next to her warm body but I knew she was awake. 

Wide awake. 

Our backs were towards each other and though her skin was almost touching mine, I felt distant from her, unfamiliar somehow. She was right there, right next to me but, I couldn’t reach her. I barely even recognised her. 

The tension was hanging thick in the air and I felt like I was choking on all the things we weren’t saying to each other. The pain in my chest was suddenly replaced with a slight crack of panic as I slowly realised we couldn’t keep going on like this, we couldn’t keep doing this to each other. 

I didn’t want to go to bed mad at her and I didn’t want her to go to bed mad at me. 

I wanted her goodnight kisses, I wanted her warm body cuddled into my chest, I wanted the feeling of her heartbeat slowing down as she drifted to sleep because I made her calm. Heck, I even wanted her cold toes softly playing with mine and her messy hair tickling my throat. 

I didn’t want to be laying right next to her, with our back towards each other, and pretend like we didn’t care about each other. It was slowly ripping me to shreds. 

The suffocating silence filled the room as the knot in my throat grew wider and forced a sickening feeling to reach my stomach. We didn’t touch each other until y/n suddenly reached for my hand underneath the sheets.  

I shrieked by surprise of her unexpected move to face me but finally having her hands on me felt heavenly. The silence between us broke as she started sobbing into my chest. Crying heavily with loud sobs escaping her mouth, I let my arms fold around her tiny little body. 

She was shaking and tense as the tears continue to fall from her face. She tried forcing words from her mouth but her voice cracked over each time and the whimpers replaced her stuttering attempt at speaking. 

I forced my fingers into her hair and planted a tender kiss on her burning forehead as she desperately clanged herself tighter to my body. 

“I didn’t know if you were coming back.” She suddenly muttered against my skin. 

“I told you I was.” 

“Well… I didn’t believe you.” She cried as she dug her head deeper into my chest. 

“Yeah, that seems to be a problem lately.” I told her, my fingers massaging her scalp gently trying to calm her down. 

“Please don’t leave me.” 

Her words cut deep as I swallowed the large, uncomfortable lump in my throat. I reached for her chin and forced her face to meet mine. Locking our eyes together in the dark, a cold shiver ran down my spine, as I noticed her sad stare and the suffering expression painted on her face. 

“What? I would never…” I began as I watched her fall completely apart right in front of me.

She was emotionally breaking piece by piece; crying forcefully, gasping desperately for air as her tiny body collapsed completely in my arms. She covered her face in her palms and her body began shaking while she cried into her hands, continuingly hiding her face from mine.

“I-I don’t want to lose you-” 

“You’re not, honey. I’m right here.” I told her desperately as the air in my lungs  disappeared. “Please y/n, don’t cry.” 

I reached for her hands to remove them from her face as I gently wiped away tears falling from her red eyes with my thumb. Kissing her forehead softly, I dragged her across the sheets and even closer into my grip. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you by leaving.” I felt the tears reach the surface of my eyes as she snuffed against me. 

Pushing myself up to sit, I lifted her into my lap as I began rocking her back and forth in my arms. 

“I just don’t want to lose you, Shawn. I’m so scared of losing you.” 

“You aren’t going to. I don’t’ know where this is coming from but you never will.” I assured her but she clearly didn’t believe me. 

“You’re tired of me.” 

“I’m tired of arguing. You’re always picking fights.” I corrected her, letting my fingertip slip across her trembling lips.

“I’m sorry, Shawn. I’m sorry I always argue with you-” She stuttered as her eyes locked with mine. 

My hands embraced her heated cheeks as I searched for some kind of answer in her sore eyes. Her stare flickered down as she bit roughly into her bottom lip. Anxiously, she played with her fingers. 

“Hey-“ I said, tilting my head to meet her stare. “What’s going on? Tell me what’s happening in your mind.” I begged her, finding her hands and intertwining them with mine. 

She didn’t answer my question, she hardly even looked at me. I knew the fear of losing me was pumping around in her veins and the thought of that was tearing me apart. 

“Hey, I’m not leaving you.” 

“You promise?” She questioned. 

“I promise…” She took a deep breath and finally her body ease up just a little. 

“You get so busy sometimes and I feel so distant from you. Like I’m slipping further and further away and there’s nothing I can do about it. And I guess… I thought that if I argue with you, you have to stay a little longer. You have to stick around.” She confessed sadly as my heart dropped to my stomach.

I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and slowly, they began dropping from my face. Her words punched all air out of my lungs. 

“I’m so sorry you feel that way. I didn’t know.” I told her, attaching her stare to mine. “I don’t know what it’s like to be you, love. I can’t read your mind. All you ever had to do was tell me and I would have made a change.” 

She didn’t have enough strength to reply; all she did was wrap her arms around my neck and entangled her body to mine. 

“I get so scared of losing you and sometimes it gets the better of me…” She explained as she hung tightly onto my body. I kissed the top of her head to calm her as I heard her breathing slow down again. 

“I promise you, I’m never going anywhere.” I assured her again as I kissed her wet cheek. “And no matter what you say, I won’t love you less. I just need to know what you’re thinking or what you’re dealing with.” 

She laid her head in my lap as her heavy eyes began sinking in slowly. I leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her salty lips, letting my nose tip brush light against her. 

We had more talking to do but she had been laying in bed, thinking I wasn’t coming back to her and that had drained her completely. She needed to rest her mind because she hadn’t been breathing properly or had a break from her thoughts until this very second and that’s a large amount of anxiety to have carried around for hours. 

I gently stroked her arms as I continued to plant sweet kisses on her forehead. Little by little her body eased up and at one point, she wasn’t shaking anymore. 

I knew the only place she felt truly safe was in my arms and I couldn’t bear the thought of her thinking, her safe place was slowly slipping away from her, because she was mine too and I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost her. 

As I watched her slowly fade into sleep, I wondered what had been going through that pretty yet crazy head of hers. 

What kind of worries she had, what struggles or even how she ended up thinking I was ever going to leave her. I had no clue what she thought about or how she felt deepest in her heart. I didn’t know what it was like to be her, but I was dying to. 

I wrapped my fingertip around a wild tot of her hair and removed it from her burning face, putting it back behind her ear. I bend over her head as I planted a warm kiss on her soft lips; even half asleep she automatically kissed me back.  

“No matter what you say, I won’t love you less.” I assured her again. 

Just to be sure she knew, she could never say anything to make me fall out of love with her. I was always here for her, always.

[im-sans-a-will-to-live-blog]

Knight in Blue Armor

I wrote this a few days ago to help me get out of a depressive slump. It originally started out as a crack fic and then it snowballed into an actual story lol. Most of my stories end up like that though so it’s no surprise. Hope you guys enjoy this one of our sweet Blueberry. 

Summary:

You’ve been stewing in your own filth for about a week and you just can’t seem to find the will to get up and shower. You haven’t eaten but maybe once in the past two days and you have almost made a hole in the couch where you’ve been camping out. Enter Blue, your amazingly wonderful, highly energetic, heart attack giving boyfriend and your week goes from bad to good.

You sat on the couch in the same clothes you’ve worn for a week and you could smell yourself. You shifted and your stank wafted up to your nose making you grimace but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Depression hit you hard and it refused to let you go so you were just relaxed in its paralyzing grip and went with the ride.

Hunger gnawed at you but you ignored that too. Food wasn’t appealing at the moment and you didn’t want to get up from your comfortable but gross position on the couch. You had just sent a text to your best friend agreeing on how hot a character was from your favorite fandom and was planning to lay down for your third nap of the day when your front door was opened with a resounding bang. It scared the shit out of you and with a startled yell, you looked up to see your boyfriend, Sans, standing in the doorway with his knees bent and his arms up to his shoulders and his fists clenched towards the ground.

“HUMAN!!! I HAVE RECEIVED NEWS OF THE LACK OF CARE YOU HAVE SHOWN YOURSELF!!!”

You gaped at him as he stomped towards you and suplexed you above him with a thundering laugh as he jumped over the couch, making a beeline to your bathroom.

“MWEH HEH HEH HEH! I AM HERE TO BRING YOU OUT OF YOUR SLUMP!!! THE FIRST STEP IS TO BATHE!!!”

“Blue,” you yelled as his scarf slapped you in the face when he flipped you over his shoulder with your ass in the air, kicking your bathroom door open, “what is going on?!?”

“THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IS HERE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU AND WASH AWAY YOUR TROUBLES WITH HIS SOOTHING VOICE AND CHARISMATIC PERSONALITY!!!!”

You screamed a little as he practically plopped you in front of him and turned on your shower, setting it to what he thought was an appropriate temperature. He hooked his fingers under the lip of your stinky, sweaty graphic T and ripped it off your body. You squeaked and tried to cover yourself but he wasn’t having any of it. He reached behind you and, with years of practice, unclasped your bra, slipping it over your shoulders with a gentle but firm yank.

“BLUE!” You complained and stomped your foot a little childishly as he threw the bra behind him, smirking down at your flushed form. His innocent act went out of the window as soon as he saw your chest. He reached forwards and palmed your breasts, thumbing your nipples. He giggled softly when you groaned at the sensation of his gloves on your skin; your boyfriend was very sporadic at times and while yes, you were flustered, this behavior wasn’t new.

He slid his hands down your stomach and yanked you to him, your sensitive nipples grazing against the battle body he always wore. He leaned down and bit your ear softly, ignoring how greasy your hair felt against his skull and whispered, “If you won’t take care of yourself then I guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.” He groped your ass and you gasped when he slipped his leg in between yours and pushed up. You grabbed his shoulders and he made his move, slipping his fingers into the sides of your sweat pants, yanking them down to your ankles. You glared at him when you realized his trick and he just grinned up at you with his signature stary eyed gaze. How could you stay mad at that cute face?

He reached behind you gage the temperature of the shower. Deeming it acceptable, he picked you up by your waist and settled you under the warm spray. You were a little aggravated by his manhandling but you knew his SOUL was in the right place so you sighed and turned your face into the water. You shivered as you felt him slide in behind you, having stripped himself of his armor in record time. You shook your head with a laugh as he hugged you from behind.

“I thought I was taking a bath,” you mused as he reached for your cotton candy scented shampoo.

“I, MYSELF, AM SWEATY AND GROSS FROM TRAINING WITH ALPHYS. I FIGURED WHILE I TAKE CARE OF YOU, I COULD ALSO CLEAN MYSELF UP.” He popped the shampoo open and squeezed it on top of your head, closing it before slipping a hand into your hair and setting it back onto the lip of your bathtub shower combo. You sighed as he massaged your scalp, bunching your hair up at the nape of your neck and giving it a good scrub, letting it go and then coming back to your scalp.

“Alright. But you scared the shit out of me. A little warning that you’d be coming over would be appreciated next time.”

“BUT THEN IT WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN A SURPRISE.”

You groaned as he worked his fingers and turned around to face him to let the water rinse your sudsy hair as you talked, figuring he had given it a thorough enough wash.

“While I appreciate the thought,” you reached up and cupped his face in your hands, internally squealing at the blue blush that blossomed on his face, “it would be nice to have a heads up. You know my anxiety gets the best of me sometimes and I don’t always know it’s you when you barge in. We’re lucky I didn’t have an attack this time.”

His face fell and he looked incredibly guilty and you immediately tried to backtrack.

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way! I just...we both know my mental state still isn’t where it needs to be. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve helped immensely with that but I’m still healing from the negative mindset I had before I met you. These things take time and I’m afraid I’m never going to have enough…”

He perked up and grabbed your face in return, staring down at you with so much conviction, so much love, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“I KNOW YOU HAD A VERY HARD LIFE BEFORE ME. I AM REMINDED EVERY TIME YOU FLINCH WHEN I AM A LITTLE TOO ENTHUSIASTIC IN MY AFFECTION FOR YOU OR WHEN YOU WAKE UP WITH NIGHTMARES. BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT NO MATTER WHAT, I WILL BE HERE TO HELP YOU GET TO WHERE YOU WANT TO BE. I’VE SEEN YOUR PROGRESS. YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY BUT THE END TO THE ROAD THAT YOU TRAVEL IS STILL QUITE A WAYS OFF. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU NO LONGER HAVE TO TRAVEL IT ALONE. EVERY LITTLE HICUP, EVERY SUCCESS, I WILL BE THERE.”

Your eyes stung with tears as you kissed him, trying to put all your love, all your appreciation for him into it. He kissed you with just as much vigor and swept a hand over your head, pushing residual suds into the water. You pulled away and sighed dreamily as his pupils shaped themselves into little hearts.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

He let out a soft “mweh heh heh” and kissed you again before reaching for the washcloth beside you. You grimaced and yanked it out of his grip, rambling before he could be offended.

“This one is dirty! I leave them in here and change them out the next time I have to shower...and the last time I showeredwasaweekago.” You threw it into the floor and looked away as you flushed with shame.

“MWEH! WELL, I SHALL GO GET ANOTHER!!” He stepped out of the shower and out into the hall, quickly grabbing a cloth and a towel before running back into the bathroom. He set the towel onto the sink and slid back into the shower with you. It confused you how the fact that you had left a used washcloth in the shower for a week didn’t bother him but you didn’t question it.

He reached for the blueberry scented body wash his brother had gotten you as a gag gift last giftmas and chuckled as he slathered it onto the cloth. He massaged your body with it, adding just enough pressure for it to feel like a massage. You enjoyed his ministrations and after he was done, you returned the favor. The two of you finished up and stepped out, drying each other off with soft smiles.

You lead him to your bedroom and thanked whatever deity that was listening that you had the foresight to at least change your bedsheets. You both fell into your bed in a tangle of limbs and bones and talked a little bit about his training before you dozed off in his arms, wondering how the hell you got so lucky.

[p-artsypants]

Nine Lives (1- The Plan)

When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I'll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

Full disclosure, I’ve been planning this in my head for a few years now, but I just wanted to write other stuff first. But now, I’ve fallen back into Miraculous Ladybug hell, and I had to get this out. I have no update schedule. But I hope you all enjoy!

FF.net | Ao3

—

Finally, it was done. All his planning, all his underhanded dealings. It was all worth it. Now he'd live in peace. That is, after he died.

It was complicated.

Adrien Agreste was planning something big.

It all started when he came home from a late night photoshoot two weeks ago. As soon as he walked in the door, his father was standing on top of the stairs, staring at him.

"My office. Now."

His father never even said his name. He knew this had to be bad.

It turned out to be even worse.

The chairs in the office were uncomfortable, and hard. His father looked at his computer and files on his desk, anywhere to avoid eye contact.

Finally, he looked up briefly. "You're moving to Germany.” He stated.

These words were French, yet they might have been Swahli, because all comprehension flew from Adrien’s head.

“What?”

“You heard me,” said Gabriel, heartlessly. “Germany.”

“G-Ge-Germany?!” Adrien stuttered.

"Don't stutter, boy. It makes you look foolish."

"But—Germany!”

"That's what I said."

"But why?"

“There is a very prestigious school in Tannenwalde. If you insist on going to school, I’ll have to ask you to attend on my terms.” Gabriel stood, his hands behind his back, and paced over to the windows. “I only want what’s best for you, after all.”  

"I think...it's a lousy idea.” Adrien crossed his arms. Though it was an act of rebellion, it sounded weak in his ears.  

Mr. Agreste met his eyes, a look of intense focus on his face. "Listen here, boy."

Oh no, here we go.

"You have no right to speak to me like that! I am your father and you will do as I say! I own you!”

Adrien didn’t like the use of the word ‘own.’ Was he a slave? A pet? Or a trophy?

He winced. “Did you even think about how I'd feel?”

“Yes, but you’ll get over it.”

“Not likely! This is my future!”

“Watch your tone.” His father glared. “And I know it’s your future, that’s why I took it into my own hands. You’re only 17 years old. You’re still a child, just learning how to walk. You can’t possibly make these kinds of decisions on your own.”

“I wasn’t planning on it! Father—Germany?!”

“Yes, Adrien! How many times must you make me repeat it?”

Adrien stood and paced. “This is just unreal…I don’t…I’m only 17! I can’t live that far away from everyone! This is the only place I’ve ever known.”

“Your bodyguard will be going with you.”

Stellar.

“And it’s only a day’s drive, it’s not that far.”

It is when there’s an akuma attack, he thought bitterly. “Why?”

“I already said, there’s a prestigious school—…”

Adrien cut him off. “But why now? Why not when I started school? Why do you have to do this to me?”

“Paris is too dangerous for you. What with all this superhero nonsense.”

Adrien slouched in his seat. “Isn’t it dangerous everywhere? Why not just keep me home, where you know I’m protected?”

“Oh, did I not mention? Saint Erhard’s is a Military school. Highly regulated dorms, schedules planned out to the minute, maximum security. I know you’ll be fine.”

Adrien’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking, right? I can’t believe this. This is completely unfair!”

Gabriel looked away from him, and returned to his desk. “Life is unfair. It’s nothing you won’t get used to. It’s a lot more fair if you respect my wishes and listen to what I have to say.”

Adrien shook his head, his body filled with rebellion. “I won’t do it.”

Gabriel glanced at him, quirked an eyebrow and frowned. “You will. You’re enrolled and set to begin at the next trimester. You have no choice. I know what I’m doing. End of discussion. You are dismissed.”

“Discussion?! More like commandment! Please don’t make me do this!”

“Adrien, you are dismissed.” His father raised his voice. Then he turned back to his computer without another word.

The teen, more angry then he had ever been in his life, stomped to the door. Before he left, he threw, “I hate you,” over his shoulder, and then slammed the door.

Adrien was fuming, surely there was smoke coming out of his ears.

Plagg zipped out of his jacket and whizzed in front of his face.

“Germany! Why that man is a monster! German cheese is vastly inferior to French!”

Adrien snatched the cat out of the air, a bit forcefully. “Not now Plagg!”

When he reached his room the threw open the door, slammed it behind him, dropped Plagg, drop kicked his backpack, and slammed face first onto his bed, where he laid silently for many moments.

The black cat came an nestled next to the boy, a small paw playing with a tendril of hair. “I’m sorry for joking. I’m not good at taking things seriously.”

Adrien didn’t answer.

“Please say something Adrien, these are the emotions that get someone possessed by an akuma. If you get taken, who will help Ladybug? Surely, you wouldn’t make her fight you, would you?”

That got a response. The teen turned his face to his Kwami. “Plagg…what am I going to do? It’s easy being Chat Noir when my dad ignores me. But Germany? I’ll never be able to help Ladybug! Forget Hawkmoth, I’ll never have a minute to myself! This is a mess!” He buried his face back in his pillow. “I want to die.”

Plagg sighed. “C’mon. You don’t want to die. You can’t help Ladybug if you’re dead. And…would you really make me find someone else to be Chat Noir? Some poor boy that can’t afford Camembert more then once a month? You’d do that to me?”

Adrien could tell the Cat would actually miss him if he was gone, and he was trying to convey that, in his own way.

“Well, I don’t wish I was dead. I wish Adrien was dead.”

“How would you manage that? You can’t kill one without the other…unless you faked it.”

Adrien had to hand it to Plagg. Sometimes his wisdom of a thousand years really showed. “Fake it, huh?”

The kwami stared at him, wide-eyed. “Now, don’t do anything rash. You know your father sometimes changes his mind.”

“Yeah, like the amount of times he’s pulled me out of school, because he changed his mind. Fencing, piano, Chinese, modeling…those were all his ideas. He made me do all of those, despite the fact I didn’t want to.”  

Plagg was quiet for a moment, thinking. “So what are you going to do?”

Adrien was getting angry again, and had to take a calming breath. “God, I wish there was someone I could talk to about this.”

“What about Ladybug?”

That much was obvious. It just took some prompting to get to. With only a nod, Adrien uttered ‘Claws Out,’ and Chat Noir was off into the night.

It wasn’t a patrol night, so Chat just had to roam around and hope for the best. He withdrew his baton, and called his Lady.

Miraculously, she answered. “Chat? Is everything okay?”

“Um…not really. Like, Paris is fine, but I’m not. Can we talk? Like, face to face?”

Her soothing hum came from the line, “Of course, Chaton.”

The city was peaceful, but ever bustling. The lights glittered in the cool autumn mist, and the sounds were drowned out in the height of the Eiffel Tower. Chat had arrived first, but was only alone for a moment before Ladybug arrived.

“Hey,” she greeted softly.

“Hi,” he returned.

She hurried her steps to him and enveloped him in a comforting hug. Whatever was wrong, she would do her best to fix it.

“So,” she began, after many moments of silence. “What’s wrong Chat?”

Chat pulled away from her to sit, his knees up and rested his arms on them, folding his hands in front of his face. “My lady…would you be able to fight without me?”

“No.” She didn’t even hesitate. “You have always saved my butt, and swooped in in the nick of time. I just…I know I wouldn’t be able to do this without you. Why would you ask such a thing?”

Chat took a shuttering breath. “My father wants to send me away. Countries away.”

Ladybug’s eye brows rose. “I—…” She didn’t know what to say.

“I don’t want to go. Some of my friends I could keep in contact with, but you…my best friend…” His brows knotted together. “I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.

Ladybug had never seen her partner so lost. Her heart went out to him. “Oh kitty…” She rested her head on his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around him. She felt him press a soft kiss to her head as he leaned into her embrace. “I don’t know what to do either…” She bit her lip. “I’m…I’m still a kid, there’s so much I don’t know…did you talk to your kwami?”

He hummed. “Plagg…helped me come up with pretty extreme solution.”

“And that is?”

Chat hesitated. “For the sake of my secret identity, I probably shouldn’t tell you.”

She nodded in understanding, as she thought, “God, I don’t want you to have to give up being Chat. You’re my partner, I trust you with my life.”

“As I trust mine with you.” He admitted. “And my heart.”

She scratched the back of his head with affection and then asked. “Have you met Master Fu?”

“Oh!” He shouted, nearly forgetting. Chat sighed with relief. Having a real human adult on their side really made him feel like there was a security net underneath them for this exact scenario. “Yes, but…I don’t know how to get in contact with him.”

“I’ll reach out to him for you.”

“Thank you, My Lady.” Chat said sincerely.

Ladybug smiled back, “and if there’s anything else you need, you just let me know. Okay? Chat Noir comes first, and that includes who you are under the mask.”

Feeling a bit more relieved, Chat sat up straighter and managed a genuine smile. “Thank you Ladybug, I knew you’d be able to help.”

—

The next day, Adrien came home from school. He hadn’t had the courage to tell any of his friends that he would be leaving soon, in one way or another. So he acted as normal as possible, and as far as he could tell, no one suspected a thing.

“Your Chinese Instructor is sending a substitute again today,” Nathalie explained. “Mr. Chang, if you remember him.”

Adrien smiled. Ladybug worked fast! “Oh, okay, Nathalie! He was really good, and I liked him.”

The secretary offered a twitch of a smile and went about her business.

Master Fu arrived within the hour, bowing respectfully to Adrien. “It is good to see you again,” he said in Chinese.

“It’s nice to see you too.” Adrien responded in kind.

Satisfied, Nathalie closed the door and left them alone.

“So, Ladybug said you needed to speak with me.”

Adrien invited him over to the couch and sat heavily. “Yeah, I have…a pretty big problem.”

“Regarding the Miraculous?”

“Well, sort of. It effects it.”

Fu nodded, urging him to continue.

“My father wants to send me to a Military school in Germany. 24 hour surveillance, and even if I was able to get away, it would take hours to get here to fight an akuma.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll just have to find a new Chat Noir.” Fu said easily, stroking his beard.

Adrien winced, clenching his fists.

Plagg looked to Fu with sadness, and then anger. “That’s it!? You’d just replace him!? That’s not why he called you here! If you take that ring…I’ll— I’ll—“ He frowned, knowing that he couldn’t do anything.

“Now we know that Plagg is willing to do what it takes, are you Adrien?”

The question stunned Adrien, as he hunched in on himself. “I…” There was real, true conflict in his eyes. “Chat Noir is the only freedom I’ve ever had. And now that I’ve had it, I can’t go back. It…it would destroy me.” He nodded once to himself, steeling his resolve. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Even if it means hurting those you love?”

With still great hesitation, he nodded. “Yeah…”

Fu smiled wisely. “You would not be the first Miraculous holder to seek a new identity. I myself had to do it once before. Whether they were compromised by public knowledge, or they wanted to invest full time in being a hero, the reasons vary, but the process changes little. Though in this modern world, we will have to take new steps. Are you 100% committed to this?”

“I just have a few concerns…”

“And they would be?”

“If I were to run away, my father would hire PIs to find me. He will not stop until he finds me.”

“So we make it that he won’t look for you.”

Adrien’s understanding grin was wavering. “You mean…fake my death?”

“It is the most drastic, but obvious solution. But you are a celebrity, with a very rich and powerful father. Drastic means to an end.”

“I figured.”

“When are you being shipped out?”

“My father said I’m starting next trimester…which is only in a few weeks.”

“Then we better work quickly. I will set up a private bank account for you and make up a Birth Certificate. Since you are younger than 18, I’ll will be your legal guardian. It only makes sense, right?”

Adrien could only nod, a lump in his throat.

“You can stay with me until you are ready to go out on your own. I don’t have much room, but it’ll be a safe place to go. I also don’t have a lot of money, so don’t expect me to pay for university.”

“My father gives me a pretty good allowance in my personal bank account. He hardly checks the balance either, so I can funnel it into the new account.”

“If it is your own personal account, that will work, I think. I will need you to create a private email address so that I can contact you with the details. Are you following me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright, your new surname will be Fu, same as mine. But you get to pick your first name, whatever you desire.”

Adrien thought a moment. “Emile. Emile Fu.”

[sadandsoberr]

Domestic Violence Story **

Please if you are triggered by anything including abuse, self harm, etc please don’t continue

*All names are changed*

Where do I even Start….

I guess it all started when we moved from New York City to New Jersey . I thought so highly of the move. I was going to start at a new school, my old friend went there so I assumed we would hang out and i’d make all new friends and it would be my clean start. I was very wrong. I had no friends at my new school, nobody talked to me and I was more alone than ever. I hated it in New Jersey . I loved the house, loved the area, but felt miserable. Due to being so alone I called up an old friend whom I hadn’t talked to in quite some time due to a fight we got into. Sabrina and myself started talking as if nothing happened and fell into easily hanging out regularly again. One night in Mid January of 2014, Just after my 17th birthday we decided to meet up with Shannon Shannon that night was with numerous people, one of them being Brent. Brent was everything I thought was attractive back then. He dressed cool, talked cool, and had alcohol + drugs that I was more than happy to take. The rest of that night everyone just hung out and had fun. The timeline of this story is all a little fuzzy so exact dates and the order of events may not be 100% accurate but I will try to keep it as close as I can remember.

It is now February and I have been seeing Brent more regularly. Sleeping over, drinking, partying, and had a makeout session on February 1 during the superbowl. I was alone with him on the night of February 5, 2014 when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was over the moon. I’ve never had a real boyfriend before. I went home the next day so happy and eager to see him again. I stopped going to school and only wanted to see Brent. He lived in New York City, drank, was fun- what more could I of asked for? I quickly decided that living in New Jersey  wasn’t cutting it for me anymore and packed my bags and left while my father was at work. At first everything was great, until one night.

It is march now & my period is late. I didn’t want to worry Brent so I went out on my own and tried to steal a pregnancy test which came out positive. Having no money and being scared, I told Brent and asked my father to transfer money to buy another test just to make sure. I now know there are clinics which test you for free but I was young and didn’t know about resources. Brent, knowing that I now had money in my account wanted to buy pizza so he told me to get the cheapest one. After buying the test (with two in a pack) Brent was furious that he didn’t get what he wanted, pushed me against the wall in the doorway of our building and began strangling me. This was the first incident. I was so confused. Why did I buy two tests when he wanted food? Whats wrong with me? I automatically blamed myself, went upstairs and begged my father to send more money so Brent could eat.

After this incident it all starts to blur together. Things like that would happen to often I don’t even remember them all. There was an incident in the bathroom where he hit my head against the sink. I came out and it turned into a big fight with me, Sabrina and Brent. We all woke up the night morning with blood everywhere, furniture broken, but nobody spoke about it. Times when he would strangle me to the point I lost my vision and eventually come to lying on the floor with him standing over me with this look. If anyone has ever been in an abusive relationship, they know what look im speaking of. There is no compassion, no love, no safety when staring into those empty eyes. Strangling was Brent’s go to method of abuse. I remember once being strangled and coming to with my dog lying on my lap looking so scared. There were times I had bruises everywhere, where he would be hitting me in front of his friends but nobody spoke up thinking it wasn't their business. Not to mention the verbal abuse I would encounter. Being told i’m no good, im a horrible person, nobody will love me.

One night I remember is when we all went to Niagara. Brent, Sabrina, Mark, and myself. It started off great as usual until Brent started to get upset at me then at Sabrina. I remember fighting in the hotel washroom and he began to strangle me. This is when Sabrina jumped on his back attempting to stop him. My memory jumps to Sabrina being on the bed and Brent flipping the mattress over, hauling her into the air. From there it jumps to me running down the street in Niagara as Sabrina tells me to run and hide. The next morning I was in the hotel room with Brent while Sabrina & Mark stayed in the 24 hour Denny’s. I know there was a point we all were locked out, a point Sabrina climbed over a fence and cut herself, and alot more but like I said, everything's a blur.  

One day Brent’s Ex Brook came back into town from Delaware and Brent wanted to see her. She came to our house and the whole time they were attached to each other leaving me to feel vulnerable and helpless. Being upset at the situation I went to shower and made Brent come into the bathroom with me just to make her upset.  One day we all got a hotel and Brook was there. She stated that she needed to buy a lighter so Brent went with her, leaving me alone for over an hour. Afterwards We went to my mother's house and I was waiting in the bathroom while Brent kept talking to Brook. I yelled at her telling her to get out and she did- Brent & I walking her of course. I later found out that he cheated on me while looking for the lighter.

We would frequently visit my mother who absolutely adored Brent. She praised him because I loved him, so did she. We would all go out together and have a great night but when we went separate ways it wasn’t as much fun. At this point it must be May 2014 and we are living in a new apartment after being evicted. We are all doing drugs and I was talking and talking and talking. The next morning Brent was furious at me, screaming saying were over. Being over was not an option for me. Where would I live? I couldn’t go back to New Jersey . The whole morning I was in tears crying so hard I couldn't breathe. This lasted the majority of the day. It went in waves where he wasn’t angry then extremely angry. Nothing I said was right. Till this day, I will never know why he was so mad. Living in that apartment lasted a total of 17 days. Brent threw a party which led to us being evicted once again.

Having nowhere to live we decided to stay with my mother. It was a studio apartment with one bed we all shared + the dog. One night near the end of June 2014 Brent’s sister Amanda was throwing an after prom party in a hotel. We all were having a fun time, Brent was extremely intoxicated and everyone went home besides us. Brent fell asleep on the couch and when I went to wake him up he attacked me. I guess I blacked out after that because the next thing I remember is waking up on the bed with blood stained sheets around me. My body was sore and my eyes were hard to open. When I made it to the bathroom I couldn’t believe what I saw in the mirror. I had two black eyes, bruises covering my whole body and a swollen mouth. There was blood throughout my hair, under my nose, my mouth. When Brent woke up he asked me what happened and i told him the last thing I remembered. Amanda later told me that someone came back to the room and heard crying and yelling but couldn’t get inside the hotel room.

After that incident we ended up living with my father for a bit until finding another apartment under a hair salon Mid July 2014. While living there a few occurrences stand out for me. One is where we were screaming at each other and I thought dying would be better than living like this anymore so I attempted to slit my throat. One morning my father promised to send money but only sent half which drove Brent crazy. He threw me on the floor and began stomping on me and kicking my head. I tried to get up over and over but he just continued to stomp or push me forward until I landed on my face. This happened for hours. I told him I would get the money but he didn’t care at this point. Eventually I convinced Brent to let me go switch the laundry from the place down the street and ran as fast as I could onto the bus. While Sitting on the bus his sister called me saying how horrible of a person I am for leaving and making him stuck with the laundry. She called me so many terrible things and convinced me I’m horrible if I don’t return so I did. As for what happened the rest of the day, I don’t know.

That was another house we didn’t stay at long. Brent convinced himself that moving to Florida would be a better idea and we packed up and left once again. I felt like I couldn’t breathe without him. That was the longest week of my life without a doubt. I sold my laptop and anything else I could find, begged my sister for money and flew out to Florida. I convinced myself I could go to school there and we will live happily ever after but issues arose with Brent’s father, fights broke out between us, and we both flew back to New York City mid September 2014.

We stayed with my father at this point until late October 2014 until we moved into our Dufferin apartment. It was gross and small. While living here I remember locking myself in the bathroom terrified of Brent, being strangled on the bed, having to pee into an empty liquor bottle because he wouldn’t let me use the washroom. Any name you can be called, he called me and any bit of self worth I had was taken from me, yet I couldn’t live without him. Isn’t that how it always is though? They convince you that you are nothing without them.

March 2015 Brent was arrested for assaulting a transit driver and having a concealed weapon. He spent a week in jail for this and my father was the one who bailed him out.  We went to go see Tyler a few weeks after he was out and that night is when I was dragged by my hair on the sidewalk, pushed onto the bus and hit across the face, leaving my body on the bus floor. Tyler told the bus driver to call the police but she just told Brent to stop. Another witness who wasn’t phased by me being hurt.

It’s hard trying to piece together the timeline for when these happened. I am getting to the point where I cannot give you a specific month for these occurrences. I know there was a time when he strangled me at my mother’s house, another time we got into an argument at my fathers which left me with a chipped tooth from being punched in the mouth with a ring on, a fight that left me so vulnerable I sliced my leg open with a pair of scissors which resulted in 25 stitches. Being strangled up against a door with a key lock, sliding down to free myself and getting a cut from shoulder to hip across my back which left me with a scar,  kissing which led to Brent biting down super hard and leaving me with a hole right above my chin, being strangled in the washroom in New Jesey , being pressed between the door and wall until I couldn’t breathe, should I go on?

December 2015 we were living in Brooklyn and were having a pretty ok night. We decided to have sex and during it Brent looked down at me and said your going to die tonight and began strangling me. I somehow got out of his hold and ran to the washroom. He came to say sorry and I got into the bedroom and locked the door. He banged and banged on it for an hour until it was knocked down. The next morning when the people upstairs asked  what had happened, Brent explained that I fell asleep with it locked. Silly me.

January 2016 Brent moved  away to Florida for good and I moved out on my own. This was the end of our relationship. Although I kept in contact with him and we spoke daily we agreed not to date. July 2016 was the final time he hurt me. I went to visit him in Florida and the whole time he was rude to me because we weren’t together and he felt hurt. I booked my plane ticket home because I couldn’t deal with how he was treating me. When he found out I was leaving he pushed me into the closet and strangled me until I lost vision. His dad came running in and I was crying. I got on the plane the night day and haven’t seen him since.

Although we spoke on the phone I never saw him again. It took me a very long time to cut all strings with him and move on. I know people are thinking “ why would you stay for so long?” and honestly, I can’t give a simple answer for that. I didn’t want to live with my father, I wanted to be loved. He convinced me that nobody would ever love me and I would be alone without him. He made sure I was dependent on him and that I couldn’t be on my own. He took me to places and we had a great time. I thought that I was at fault. If I didn’t say that I wouldn’t of got hurt.

It has taken me over two years since Brent leaving to be able to even speak about what happened during our relationship. I still flinch if someone moves to fast, and cry if someone raises their voice towards me. I am relearning my worth and to be honest, I will always have a piece of doubt in me because of him. I will always think back and wonder how it could of been better, what I did, why was I so hard to love. Why didn’t this happen to other girls ? I must be the issue. My mother passed away while we were together and I think somewhere within me held on to Brent because he knew her. How could I be with someone who didn’t know my mom?

I now have an amazing boyfriend who bends over backwards for me. He is my sunshine on all of my cloudy days and I am grateful that he loves me. I convinced myself I wasn’t capable of being loved. I did a lot of bad things towards myself physically & emotionally. I will never be who I was before this and I’m learning that it's okay. I have to grow from my experiences and don’t think any less of myself.

Other times stuff happened out of Timeline

* One night we are at his friend Tyler’s house and just like always a fight starts. I was pushed down the stairs and when I came back inside even his friend John said he saw the look on his face. The empty eyes look. The next morning were outside screaming and fighting and he pushes me down the front stairs again and starts stepping on me. A neighbour witnessed this and called the police. When they showed up I freaked out saying don’t take him from me. This resulted in a restraining order, anger management courses and many court dates. Even that wasn’t enough to keep us apart. I was going to marry him, I was sure of it.

Punched me in the face with his ring on and chipped my teeth

[mega-supernatural-writings]

Sport’s Injuries

Pairing: Reader X Draco

Word Count: 1,914

Summary: You are the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and when the Slytherin’s crash your practice, you’re forced to scrimmage against the Slytherin’s, which leads to an accident; Draco visits you in the hospital

Warning(s): Coma and angst

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Playing quidditch was one of your favorite things about Hogwarts. Not only was it a fun escape from the stress of school, it gave you the chance to blow off some steam. You were a highly competitive Gryffindor who was friends with the Golden Trio. You were one of the chasers on the team, as well as the team captain. Being the team captain was one of your biggest accomplishments and inconveniences when you had to get onto your friends.

“Harry! What the hell is going on with you today? That’s the third time the snitch has flown right in front of your face and you haven’t caught it!” You yelled from the opposite side of the field.

You saw Harry roll his eyes in irritation at you, and you felt your heart start to race in frustration as you motioned to the team to land.

“Alright, everyone go over the newest game plan for a minute.” You sighed.

You walked over to Harry and grabbed him by the arm, taking him out of earshot of the rest of the team.

“Harry, you’re one of my best friends, but I’m still the captain of this team. So you need to tell me what’s going on before I kick you out of this practice.”

Harry looked at you like he was trying to tell whether or not you were being serious when you saw him give a disgusted look at something behind you. You turned around and saw seven green robes marching across the field to where your team was having practice. You face immediately mimicked Harry’s and you marched towards the Slytherin’s, backed by the rest of your team.

“What are you guys doing here? We’re scheduled to practice today.” You said irritably.

“Well, the Slytherin’s are actually going to be practicing right now, we got special permission from Professor Snape.” Flint sneered at you.

You rolled your eyes and said, “We have less than an hour until the end of our practice, you guys can survive that long without purposely getting in our way.”

Flint stared at you and smirked, “Fine. We each get half of the field to practice on. Gryffindor’s on the left, Slytherin’s on the right.”

You stared at Flint in disbelief and you were about to tell him how stupid of an idea that was when Draco Malfoy beat you to it by saying, “And how do you suppose each team holds their own practice with only one set of balls?”

You felt relieved that someone on the other team saw the stupidity in Flint’s plan, but you were also annoyed that it had to be Draco Malfoy who pointed it out.

Flint looked confused and when realization dawned on him he said, “Oh. Then we’ll just have a scrimmage so Gryffindor can get used to losing before the first match.”

Flint’s attitude annoyed you more than you cared to admit, but you knew that you would either have to agree or deal with the Slytherin’s intentionally messing up your teams practice.

“Fine.” You said, holding out your hand to shake Flint’s.

Draco looked at you and gave you a small smile. You were confused by this because you and Draco had never had any sort of contact with each other, besides his constant rude remarks and insults. You furrowed your brows together at Draco’s gesture and turned back towards your team.

“Alright,” you said, leading your team away from the Slytherin’s, “You all heard what’s happening. Even though this is annoying as hell, it gives us a good opportunity to see how good the Slytherin’s are.”

“Good? The only good thing about them is that their team has literally no talent.” Fred Weasley complained.

You laughed against your will and said, “Harry, do us all a favor and catch the snitch as fast as possible.”

You began walking towards the center of the field, when you looked around and caught Draco staring intently at you. He quickly averted his gaze when the two of you made eye contact. You were feeling more and more confused about what was going on with Draco. Sure you thought he was attractive, and had a tiny crush on him, but you never thought anything would ever actually happen between the two of you.

Before you knew it, the two teams were flying in the air, immediately absorbed in the game. Gryffindor got off to a quick lead when you caught the quaffle and threw it through the Slytherin’s goal post. You smiled to yourself, and quickly glanced around the field, and looked at Draco sending him a smile from being a sore winner.

You and Draco continuously sent each other snarky smiles anytime your team made a point. After you scored another point, putting Gryffindor in the lead, you turned to Draco and did a small flip in the air while he watched you, laughing at how cute he thought you were being. Your eyes lingered on him for longer than necessary when you saw his eyes get wide as he pointed behind you and yelled, “Y/N!”

You quickly turned around and saw a large ball inches from your face, but it was too late to move out of the way, and everything went black.

*Five days later*

“Hey Y/N, Madame Pomfrey says you probably can’t hear anything but just in case you can, I want you to know that Harry, Ron, and me are all here. Just try to open your eyes. I know it’s probably hard, but all you have to do is try..” Hermione’s voice sounded as though it was echoing in your head and you couldn’t quite understand what she was saying at first.

“Or maybe it might be easier to try and squeeze my hand..” Hermione pleaded. It sounded like she had been crying.

You tried to open your eyes but it felt like there were bricks on top of your eyelids that you couldn’t move. You tried to squeeze her hand to let her know that you were there and that you could hear her, but nothing happened.

“Come on Hermione, let her get some rest.” You heard Ron’s voice softy coaxing her.

Everything went black again and you couldn’t see or hear anything for what felt like hours. You were woken much later to voices coming from somewhere nearby.

“Look, I know we all hate each other but just tell Pomfrey to let me in to go see Y/N. It’s not like it affects any of you!” you heard someone say loudly. You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you, or if it was actually Draco who said that.

“Oh really? You’ve treated all of us like crap since first year and now you want us to do you a favor? Nice try Malfoy, but it’s not going to happen.” You heard Harry say rudely.

“Please,” Draco started, sounding somewhat desperate, “she doesn’t have me listed as someone who can go see her while she’s in the hospital wing, and I have to have permission from one of you three in order to go and see her.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t insult my family every time you get the chance, I would be more willing to let you in to see her.” You heard Ron say obnoxiously.

You couldn’t see what was going on, but Harry and Ron were pushing passed Draco who was staring directly at Hermione, refusing to break eye contact with her. He took a few steps closer to her and said, “Hermione, please. I know you don’t owe me any favors, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know she feels something for me too. Please let me go see her.” Draco had placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to convey to Hermione that he was being serious.

Harry and Ron immediately began to protest and threaten Draco, but Hermione continued starring into Draco’s eyes as she bit her lip and looked from Draco’s desperate and pleading face to your room.

“Okay,” Hermione said softly, “but if you’re just being an arse, I will punch you in the face again.” She threatened.

Draco’s face immediately lit up as he squeezed her arm and said, “Thank you.”

The next thing you knew you heard your door open and felt someone sit down next to you and place their hand on yours.

“Y/N?” Draco called softly. “Y/n, it’s Draco. They told me that you can’t talk or move or anything. I can’t believe this happened. I feel so guilty, I should have said no to practicing together, and maybe none of this would have happened. I really need you to wake up.” Draco’s voice cracked as he continued speaking. You heard him blow his nose and knew that he was crying.

“I know it’s selfish but I just really need you to wake up because I need to tell you how I feel about you. I don’t know how or when it happened, but you’ve made me feel something that I never realized was possible and I can’t even make sense of this feeling myself, but I know that I don’t ever want to stop feeling this way. So just please wake up and get better Y/N.” Draco was holding back tears throughout his entire speech, and broke down when he said your name and you had no response.

Once again everything went black, but this time you didn’t “wake up” for two more weeks.

You felt a very sharp pain in your arm and you immediately sat straight up in bed and yelled out. Your heart was racing as you looked around you anxiously and saw Madame Pomfrey, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco all sitting around you smiling and laughing, Hermione and Draco both had tears in their eyes.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, your voice sounded raspy from not speaking for over three weeks, and it came out as a whisper.

As everyone explained to you what had happened, you remembered everything that Draco had confessed to you, and you were dying to talk to him about it.

“Hey guys, I don’t mean to be rude, but do you mind if I talk to Draco alone?” You asked.

Everyone looked around at you and Draco but eventually agreed and left after Hermione pushed Harry and Ron out of the room.

Draco walked over to you and asked in a soft voice, “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright. I heard everything that you were saying when you were asking me to wake up.” You said nervously.

Draco’s eyes widened as he looked at you in shock and said, “Oh, I didn’t know you heard all of that. But I guess there’s no turning back now. I have feelings for you, and watching you lay here in a coma, it scared me half to death. I’ve never been more terrified in my life. I thought that I was going to lose you before I even had the chance to make you mine.”

You smiled and placed your hand on Draco’s cheek and whispered, “You have the chance right now.”

Draco placed his hand on yours and said, “Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend and giving me chance to give you the world?”

You smiled and enthusiastically nodded your head. “I’d love that.”

Draco stared lovingly into your eyes and leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

[buckywintersoldierbarnes2017]

A Hidden Pain - Part 4

Original request from anon: Could you please write a Bucky x reader where she works as the teams assistant? She’s got a violent bf but no one knows about it until he assaults her at one of Starks parties. Bucky steps in and kicks his ass. He helps her move out of her place to live with him since he’s got his own floor at the tower. Bucky Barnes x Abused!Reader Words: 1,680 Warnings: Swearing, deception, threatening behaviour, violence, and angst. Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

A Hidden Pain Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

FOUR YEARS AGO.

“Agent [l/n] this is….”

“Agent Barnes.” You smiled at the new individual to join the team. “I know. I have heard a lot about you.” The brunette’s face fell at your words, an anxious look enveloping his eyes, and for a brief moment you were wondering why he had reacted in such a way and then as the penny dropped your eyes widened and you quickly corrected what you said. “I mean from Steve, about your past, not about….well….you know.”

Good god you wanted the ground to just open up and swallow you right now although given that you were currently 25 floors up from the ground that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Your cheeks flushed a deep red colour which gained a soft chuckle from him.

“Isn’t it me that’s supposed to be nervous?” The grin that lit up his face was a complete contrast to the images of him you had become so used to during his time as The Winter Soldier and knowing from Steve how unsure his friend was about coming here you were relieved that you had managed to make him smile. “Anyway call me Bucky. ‘Agent Barnes’ makes me sound old.”

You raised a single brow as a rather cocky little smirk made an appearance and wiped away any sense of embarrassment you had felt before.

“I hate to tell you this but 100 is pretty old so you’re already screwed on that front.”

He feigned a hurt look, placing his metal arm over his heart, before he shook his head and let a laugh escape him.

“I walked right into that one.”

Steve was stood between the two of you his head moving from side to side as though he was spectating a tennis match or something, confusion etched all over his face, Bucky had always been friendly and open with him but any new people he met he was usually so wary. He was at a complete loss for words.

Your [e/c] eyes looked right into his enchanting blue ones, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you before your cell phone started to ring pulling you back down to earth.

“I better answer this. I’m sorry…..see you around old man!”

You threw him a playful wink before leaving to answer the phone call you always received at this time of morning. As you left Bucky continued to grin before Steve waved his hand in front of his face with a rather amused look on his face.

“Come on Prince Charming…there’s other people for you to meet.”

                                             * * * * * * * * * *

PRESENT DAY.

The grip that had been applied to your throat by his metal hand was tightening with every second that passed by, your eyes already bloodshot from a mixture of the pressure and the sheer lack of oxygen, but they never left him. Not once did you tear your eyes away from his cold and calculating ones.

He had to still be in there somewhere.

“That’s enough soldier. She’s not your mission….yet.”

Josh finally spoke out as he leaned himself up against the wall just a little bit away from where you stood and immediately Bucky’s hand left your throat. You took in a huge inhale of air the second you had the chance to and fell backwards as you started to cough. A sore line of bruises had formed on your skin, something that provided that much pain you didn’t need to look in a mirror to confirm it.

“Buck I know you’re still in there. Please come back to me.”

He said nothing, eyes continuing to stare right through you, as his breathing steadied and he stood himself up to his full, intimidating, height.

“Oh sweetheart I’m afraid your precious little ‘Buck’ won’t be making an appearance anytime soon. I told you I would make him pay for what he did and what better way to do that than having him be the one to hurt you. The very person who was trying to protect you from me.”

Your hand continued to rub at your sore throat as you narrowed your eyes and sent an angry glare in your boyfriend’s direction.

“Seriously? You activated a cold-blooded assassin just to hurt me? You have no idea what you have done Josh.”

“Oh no, you’ve got it wrong, what he is going to do to you is a bonus…..my payment for doing that which was asked of me. This brainwashed monkey is needed for other things.”

You weren’t able to say anything after that because the next thing you saw was the unmistakable shape and colour of Steve’s shield whizzing past you in the air. Bucky caught it with his metal hand without even having to look at what he was doing – his eyes seemingly glued onto yours.

“Soldier get me out of here.”

Josh was petrified, a vision of which you would have highly enjoyed had you even been looking at him, and as he voiced his command Bucky’s blue eyes finally tore themselves away from you…your heart fell down to your stomach as he stalked over to where Steve was stood in his Captain America outfit and they started hand to hand combat.

“Don’t think you’ve gotten away from me yet sweetheart….” Josh’s hand cupped your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him, before he drove his lips onto yours. His tongue dived straight in despite your refusal and he lapped up your taste in a rather sloppy fashion before pulling away and looking at you dangerously. “….he’ll be back for you.”

With that said he was gone and after Steve got thrown through the living room wall you saw Bucky race past in the same direction in which his new handler had gone.

“NO! BUCKY!”

You couldn’t let him get away. He needed you. When you had needed someone he had always been there, done things no one should ever have to in order to try and protect you, so you couldn’t leave him now….he needed to remember who he truly was. Without another thought for your own safety you pushed yourself off the ground, ignoring the fact that the room span when you did, your head in a completely dizzy state and ran for the back door. You only managed to a few steps before a hand wrapped around your arm and stopped you in your tracks, spinning you round to face the person who had stopped you.

“Steve get off! I have to go after him!”

“That is the last thing you should be doing [y/n]! Bucky isn’t Bucky anymore and if you go after him you are going to get yourself killed.”

“Please.” Your desperation was more than evident in just the one simple word. Tears were lining your eyes and building up so much that your eyes were beginning to turn just as red as they had done when Bucky had attacked you. “I can’t…..I would never forgive myself if we lost him completely.”

He looked at you in pity, knowing exactly how you were feeling, but he also knew that when it came to The Winter Soldier no one could just go rushing in and making rash decisions.

“I’m taking you back to the tower until all of th-“

“NO! YOU’RE NOT TAKING ME ANYWHERE!”

You balled your hand up into a fist before raising it up and driving it straight into his face. The pain that coursed through your hand after such an action made it feel like you had just broken each and every one of your knuckles and yet the super soldier had barely even flinched from it. Instead of cradling a bleeding nose he just let out a sigh before reaching one of his gloved hands down into his trouser pocket.

“I didn’t want to have to do this [y/n] but you have left me with no choice.” The only thing you had the chance to do was furrow your brows in confusion because before you could utter a single word he raised up his hand and drove something into your neck. Within seconds your vision went blurry as you were forced into a sleep you had never wanted. Steve’s strong arms caught you just seconds before you hit the floor. “I’m sorry but I’m not losing you as well.”

                                               * * * * * * * * * * 

You found yourself beginning to wake up but given the fact that none of your senses were coherent enough yet it was clear that for some reason or another you were doing so far too early. Through your unfocused vision you could make out red lights flashing around whatever room you were in and although it sounded like you were underwater you could also make out some kind of alarm.

In a rather vain attempt to get up you swung your legs around off the bed but found yourself falling off completely with a rather heavy thud that took the wind right out of you.

“St-Steve? Steve where are you?!”

Your words were no more coherent than the rest of your senses and it seemed like they were falling upon deaf ears too…..until a rather large shadow made its way towards you. A mixture of emotions filled you at this moment; a part of you was relieved that it could be the very person you had been calling for but another part, one that was fast becoming dominant, feared that it was someone you really didn’t want to be nearing you when in such a vulnerable state.

“Your friend is a little…..preoccupied right now.”

The voice, even in your exhausted state, was enough to make your heart skip as well as send a wave of fear through you. It was Bucky or rather…..The Winter Soldier. Seemed Josh was true to his word. He really had come back for you. 

But if he had managed to get through the security of the building that meant no one was going to stop whatever he was about to do.

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- five -

“I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.”

It was a bit chilly at that time of night, the midnight air brisk and tinged with a frigid mist of rain. Skies eerily black and the billowy clouds lighting up a slight gray as they rolled past the bright glow of the moon. I hated walking at night, especially in an area I wasn’t familiar with, but after Niall had told me to leave, I really had no choice. I tightened my arms around my middle, hugging my thick coat to my body as I continued to trudge down the quiet city walk, praying the tram was still up and running.

I tried to shake off the disappointing thoughts that kept creeping into my head as I finally made it home and climbed up the stairs of my flat complex. Again, he had kicked me out. Again, I was left alone, confused and trying to figure out what the hell had happened. Why did I have to leave so sudden? Who was the guy? I could feel a nagging ache starting to set in my head.

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Stepping into my flat did not make me feel any better. The place was a complete disaster. It looked as if Tessa and Naomi had thrown a party while I was gone. A million broken balloons, streamers and confetti were scattered everywhere. Chip crumbs and empty drink cans spread out all over the floor. What the hell had happened in the couple hours that I was gone? I tossed my foot forward, kicking at a few tangled streamers as I closed the door behind me.

Peering around the corner as I stomped over the mess to my bedroom door, I could see that their own bedroom door was closed and their lights out. So they had gone to bed and just left the place looking like this? I let out a sigh as I stepped into my room, shutting the door quietly and slinging off my coat. I hope they didn’t expect me to clean it up.

After changing into my pajamas and tip toeing my way to and from the bathroom to brush my teeth, I climbed into my bed in a huff, absolutely whipped and totally done from the day. I let out a sigh as I curled my knees to my chest and snuggled on my side, my body gradually being overtaken with warmth as thoughts of Niall began to slowly seep into my mind. My eyes pressed closed, my breath quickening in my chest as I pictured him above me, that dark hungry gleam in his eyes and wicked smirk tugging at his mouth as he watched himself disappear down my throat. The sweat dripping, the thick shallow grunts slipping past his lips as his hips rocked into my face. How he so tenderly kissed me after, almost like it meant something.

I bit at my lip, letting out a garbled whimper into my pillow as my mind floated to the feeling of his rough hand on my skin. So close. He was so close. With the flutters going wild in my lower belly, it was almost like I could still feel him on me, still feel his heat and his breath. I was so fucking close and all I wanted was for him to touch me, I needed to feel him touch me.

Drawing in a settling breath, I opened my eyes, straining to focus in the dark room. Reaching over, I grabbed at my phone to check the time.

2:43 am.

Oh, and four missed calls from Jason. Perfect.

Groaning out, I threw my phone back down and pushed my face back into my pillow, hugging the blankets up at my chest. Why can’t things just ever be fucking simple.

My Monday class was pretty early, a freakish 9 am and I was not very happy about it. With my blonde hair thrown up into a frayed half knot, makeup free with some nice little bags under my eyes, I was pretty sure I looked like hell. Actually, I knew I did. My unwashed jeans and hometown college football sweatshirt probably didn’t add much spice to my already glamorous look either. I was just not into it that morning.

Sunday had been a bust for me. I woke up that afternoon to the mess from the night before, Naomi and Tessa nowhere in sight. They were nice girls, really very sweet, but my god, were they highly insensitive. After a pitiful bout of huffing and puffing coming from me, I got to work cleaning up the place, washing all the dishes and even dusting a bit before I had to shower and go straight to work. I felt like I was someone’s mom here.

Not even a thanks from them upon returning home after my shift, I just quietly went to my bedroom, more interested in snuggling in my bed and falling asleep then having to interact with anyone. Besides, Niall had yet to contact me and as that was seemingly becoming the norm for us, I just wasn’t in the mood.

And so began my Monday.

Clutching my book in my hand, I opened the door to the class, the room practically empty even though I was almost five minutes late. The professor still wasn’t there (which was surprising) so I flicked my eyes around, settling for a second on each of the eleven other people that were in the room. Narrowing my eyes when I caught sight of her long deep red hair, I gulped back a small breath. It was the girl. The one from the party that was all over Niall. I watched as she ran her fingers through her hair before slightly leaning over her desk, her arm moving as she began jotting something down in a small notebook. Rolling my lips into my mouth, I shifted my eyes slightly before sucking up my courage and quietly walking over towards her. I knew she probably wouldn’t know who I was or even remember me, but what was the harm in just sitting next to her? Maybe having a little chat? I mean at this point, we obviously had Niall in common.

Snaking my way through a few haphazardly placed chairs, I carefully slid myself down into the seat next to her, my eyes catching hers as she glanced over at me. I smiled shyly, eliciting a friendly grin from her before she looked back down at her notebook.

“Hiya.” I heard her thick Northern Irish accent mumble as her eyes stayed down.

I peered over at her as I pulled my things from my bag, my eyes falling to watch as her hand moved over the paper. “Hi.”

Her hand stopped and she looked over at me, her eyes narrowing a bit. She was very pretty, quite delicate looking. Soft round eyes with long dark eyelashes, she had prominent cheekbones that sat a bit higher than normal. Her nose peaked up at the end slightly and she had these very light freckles that dotted across the slope of it and down over her cheeks. Her mouth sat in a natural pink pout and I could totally see what Niall saw in her. I looked like a sloppy beastly mess compared to her.

“You were at Niall’s party, weren’t ya?” she spoke up, pointing the end of her pen at me. My eyes widened a bit at her question, surprised that she even recognized me.

Biting at my lip, I switched my stare down to my books for a moment. “Oh, um...yeah I was,” I replied softly, looking back over at her.

“Reckoned so,” she continued, flicking her eyes up to the ceiling and squinting them. “Remember watchin’ Niall goin’ over to chat ya up on his sofa.” I let out a breathy chuckle, pressing my lips in a line. “He’s so dreamy, isn’t he?” she asked, catching my stare. Her eyes were gorgeous, a deep chocolate brown with a hint of a red tinge to them, almost the same shade as her hair.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, scraping my teeth on my bottom lip, “he’s...pretty cute.”

“Pretty cute?!” she screeched out, making me giggle as her voice echoed through the classroom. “He’s fit as hell. Jesus, that mouth on him…and those hands. Fuck.”

I watched her eyes roll back slightly as she licked at her lips, thoughts of their little makeout session obviously flashing through her head. I stayed quiet watching as she tapped her pen rhythmically against the wooden desktop. She let out a sigh and turned her stare back to me. “He was all over me at the party, don’t know if ya saw. Practically had to fight the lad off me!” I watched her mouth turn up in a giggle, the look on her face telling me that she was pleased as punch with herself.

Swallowing hard, I let my fingers flit through my book trying to distract myself. “Did you, um...did you do anything with him?” I finally said back to her.

“Hook up?” She shot back, shaking her head, “No. He was...bein’ weird, to be honest. Leadin’ me on and shit, then wouldn’t even proper shift me. Can ya believe it? He must’ve been too pissed.” She let out another giggle, leaning her head down to jot something in her notebook.

“Yeah, probably,” I replied.

“Probably couldn't even get a stiffy if he tried.”

We both burst out in laughter, her for different reasons than my own. “Doesn’t matter anyway, I’ll just try again. It’s my goal to fuck him,” she added, catching my stare, “does that sound bad?”

I shook my head, partially because I knew exactly what she meant. “No...I guess not.”

She reached up to tuck some red hair behind her ear, before rolling her eyes. “Whatever. Just...ya know ‘bout him. Fuckin’ amazin’ shag. Heard he fucks ya til ya cry.”

I knitted my brows. “Is that...a good thing?” I asked her, genuinely unsure.

Her head tipped back in a laugh, my eyes swarming over her face just as she tilted it back down to look at me, a small settling sigh leaving her mouth. “You’re funny,” she quipped, bringing the end of her pen up to rest at her pink lips. “Yeah, ya know, like he fucks ya so good ya literally can’t do anythin’ but cry. He’s just a dirty boy. God, I want that so bad.”

I gave her a small laugh, my face dropping as the thoughts of him coming on my tongue shot through my head. “Sounds nice, I guess.”

“Nice?” she grumbled, shaking her head. “Sounds fuckin’ amazin’.”

Shooting my eyes over to her, I began to feel this overwhelming sense of jealousy and I honestly didn’t even know where it was coming from. She obviously didn’t kiss him, she tried, but the fact that she was so earnestly ready to try again with him, that’s what got to me. I didn’t have claim to him, but for some fucked up reason, I felt like I did. “Well, good luck then,” I spit out, half regretting talking to her in the first place.

She gave me a quick smile, our attention flicking to the side door just as the professor walked in. “Thanks.”

I got one text from Niall within the next two weeks, and it came that same Monday I had talked to the redhead in class, late at night after got home from the pub. A simple and short: “How ya doin?” to which I replied: “Tired but good, you?”. Not surprisingly, I never got anything back.

I will admit, it had made me feel a smidge better knowing that he didn’t lie to me when he said he didn’t kiss her. He really hadn’t kissed her at all, didn’t even try. But at this point and with zero interaction between him and I, I was really beginning to think that our last little fling at his house was it for us. I mean, maybe that’s all he wanted from me, maybe he got what he wanted and now he was done.

The thought honestly made my stomach turn and as much as I found myself really liking Niall, as much as I found my mind drifting off and daydreaming about what we did together and the way he touched me, I forced myself to push it all back and try not to think of him. It was clear it was over. Besides, I was here for school. I was here to start fresh, to get away from my old life, not here to get fucked up by some guy I barely knew.  

“Jules!” Aoife yelled to me as I stood in the small kitchen of the pub. I gave her a huff and looked over at her just as I grabbed a few plates of food out from under the heat lamps. “He’s here.”

My face scrunched up in confusion as I held the warm plates out in front of me, stumbling towards her. “What?”

“Niall,” she whispered as I passed by her to walk into the main pub area. I flicked my eyes to hers, watching as her brows raised up and a smirk tugged at her lips. She pushed past me, walking into the kitchen to grab her own orders.

Gulping in a breath, I froze in place, slowly shifting my stare across the open span of the room. I caught sight of him standing up at the bar. Alone. Pair of dark skinny jeans, t-shirt and bomber jacket, my eyes scanned down his lean frame and dirty little thoughts filled my head before I remembered the plates in my hand. He hadn’t seen me yet so I quickly glanced away and began hurrying the hot food to the customers at a nearby table.

Swiping off my sweaty palms, I cleared my throat and slowly turned, shuffling across the pub floor to slip back behind the bar. Pulling a small napkin out of my barmaid apron, I sucked in a breath and set it down in front of him.

“What can I get you?” I spit out, not looking up.

“Hey baby,” he said back to me. “How are ya?”

My eyes fluttered slightly at the rumble of his voice and I licked at my lips, trying to steady myself before shifting my eyes to look up at him. I felt my heart skip a beat and I swear, it took everything I had in me to not throw myself over the span of the bar and wrap my arms around him to press my mouth to his. He looked more incredible than I had remembered. His elbows resting on the edge of the bar top, shoulders slightly hunched to his ears as he cocked his head to the side to look at me. He had a half smirk playing on his face and I could feel the warmth already sparking in my tummy.

But I couldn’t let the fact that he had been ignoring me the last two weeks go unnoticed. I couldn’t let him just charm his way right back to where he wanted just because he looked so damn good. “Do I know you?” I snapped back with my arms crossing over my chest, quite pleased with myself at the comeback.

He let out a low grumbled laugh, hanging his head down for a moment. “ ‘kay, I deserved that, I guess,” he replied, looking back up at me. I hastily reached out for an empty pint glass, my eyes stuck on the hauntingly crisp blue of his as I began filling it with beer.

“Here,” I said, setting the glass down in front of him.

He peered down at it, his head shaking faintly before looking back at me through his lashes, the small wrinkles spreading across his forehead. “Not why I‘m here,” he told me, his voice low.

“You sure? Because I know you can’t be here for me.”

He gave me a smirk, his tongue jutting out to lick at his lips. “Actually I am. Was gonna see if ya wanted to go out with me tonight after work.”

I narrowed my eyes, the heat rising to my cheeks as my fingers curled into the skin of my palms. “Seriously? I haven’t even heard from you in two fucking weeks, Niall. And then y-you just come in here and...and wanna take me out? Like nothing happened?”

"Jesus, you're in a right mood, aren't ya?" he muttered, furrowing his brows. I glared at him, pressing my lips in a line.

Letting out a disgruntled huff, he raised up a hand, his elbow still firmly planted on the bar and dipped his head down, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m-...look, I’m sorry, okay? I had  some...business to tend to.”

I gave him a snort. “Business?”

“Yeah, business,” he shot back, “I did text ya, ya know.”

“Yeah, Niall, I know,” I quipped, placing my palms flat to the lower bar and leaning in slightly towards him. “Once. And I texted you back and then nothing. You can’t just-”

“Just what?” he asked, cutting me off.

Furrowing my brow at him, I shook my head, pulling in a deep steadying breath. “Is this normal for you? Is this something you do? Like, fucking around with girls and then just not talking to them until you want something from them again?”

“What?” he said, his voice going a bit high. “C’mon, Jules, that’s not fair.”

My eyes shot wide. “That’s not fair? I even tried to call you, Niall, and nothing.”

“I couldn’t talk, Jules, I-...fuck, listen,” he leaned closer, darting eyes with me as his voice dropped to almost a whisper. “I had to go away, okay, for work. I was in Northern Ireland. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just ring ya. I swear. I’m sorry.”

I rolled my tongue in my mouth, my eyes flicking away from him, not entirely sure I was buying his story. “So what...I’m just supposed to-…” I shook my head as my voice drifted off. “You couldn’t have told me you were going?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

Catching his stare again, I narrowed my eyes. “And like where was Cash in all this?” I asked him, my concern valid as it seemed so odd that he would just leave like that. “What, do you just take him with you or leave him to fend for himself?”

“Hey!” he snipped, glancing around before locking his eyes back on mine, a heavy scowl on his face “Quiet yourself, yeah?”

I swallowed hard, my lips parting as he leaned even further over the bar, his stare boring into me. “I got me shit taken care of, okay, me son comes first. But I don’t like discussin’ him out here like this, ya got it?”

I silently nodded my head, knowing I had over stepped my boundaries. “Sorry,” I whispered to him under my breath, nervously dropping my stare. “I was just-...um…”

“I shoulda rang ya. You’re right,” he spoke up, his voice a bit louder this time. I flicked my eyes back up to his, his face softening a bit. “That was my bad and I swear it won’t happen again. I didn’t mean to make ya feel...ya know, sad or whatever.”

“I wasn’t sad,” I corrected him, “I was just...confused, I guess. I thought you...liked me...” I stuttered out, my voice going weak.

He stood up straight, his head tilting back with his jaw cocked to the side. “I do like ya, Jules,” he replied, raising his brow. “I told ya that. It‘s why I wanna take ya out.”

“And where do you plan on taking me?”

His lips rolled in slightly, the very tip of his pink tongue dipping out to lap at them before the corner of his mouth tugged up. “To a club.”

I breathed out a sarcastic smile. “I thought you didn’t go to clubs, Niall?”

“I don’t. Not much, anyway. Thought it’d be fun.”

Biting at my lip, I glanced around the room, my mind going a mile a minute as I tried to figure out if publicly going out somewhere with him was even a good idea. I mean, in my defense, our times together never seemed to end well at all. “C’mon, Jules,” he urged, leaning his chest against the edge of the bar, “promise ya a good time.”

I rolled my eyes at his comment and heard the rumble of a chuckle push from his throat. “Fine, whatever. I get off at 10.”

Slapping his palms to the bar, he startled me slightly and gave me a smile with a quirk his brow. “Sick! I’ll come round yours at half past to pick ya up.”

“My house?”

He let out a snort, his brows knitting. “Yeah. It’s what a gentleman does.”

My stare dropped as I fought off a smile. “Right, okay. I’ll be ready then.” Looking back up at him, he threw me a wink and pushed himself away from the bar with the flat of his hands. I watched as he turned and began to walk away, my eyes glancing down at the still full pint glass. “Niall! Your beer!” I called out to him, reaching over to grab at the glass.

Not even stopping, he quickly flicked his stare over his shoulder to me as he continued to walk towards the door. “Told ya I wasn’t here for a pint!” he called out, reaching for the handle of the pub door. “See ya later, Jules.”

And with that he was gone. I shook my head, the pint glass still clutched in my hand. I looked down at the brown foamy liquid, bringing it up to my nose to take a whiff. Scrunching up my face at the sick feeling that immediately swirled in my stomach, I set it down and let out a huff as I looked back up at the door. I honestly had zero will power around that boy and, holy fuck if that thought didn’t scare the living shit out of me.

“He’ll be here any second!” I yelled out to Tessa, scrambling to get out of my dirty work clothes. I tripped over the ends of my jeans as I yanked them off my legs while shuffling over to my closet, attempting to quickly pick out something at least somewhat decent to wear.

“He’s coming here? To pick you up?” Naomi shouted back at me from the living room.

I rolled my eyes, yanking an off the shoulder cotton slip dress off a hanger. “Yes!” Pulling it on over my head, I wiggled my hips as I tugged it down over my bum and scooped my hair out from the neck line. Stepping over in front of my mirror, I grabbed my hair brush from my dresser and began running it through my mess of hair. A few strands flicked in my face and I recoiled at the strong smell of smoke and alcohol that wafted from it. Ugh, I didn’t even have enough time to shower. Tossing my brush down, I whipped my head towards my open bedroom door when I heard a loud knock.

“Him?” I saw Tessa pop her head around and mouth to me.

I nodded my head, grabbing my perfume bottle and spritzing a bit on me. Scrunching my hair with my hands, I shrugged my shoulders at myself in the mirror before letting out a sigh and walking out of my bedroom, grabbing a pair of heels on my way. Leaning on my one hand that was gripped at my door frame, I bent over slightly to slip on my shoes just as Naomi opened the door for him, both girls’ eyes going wide as they stared at him. I chewed at my lip as I struggled to get the back strap of my shoe on and let out a giggle as Niall smiled at the girls, giving them a hello before stepping inside. He was just so full of charm, this one.

Catching his stare as I finally got the strap of my heel on, I watched a huge smile spread across his face, his brow raising as his eyes slowly trailed down the length of my body. “Look at you...” he commented, emphasising each word as he walked towards me.

Standing up straight, I nervously tucked some hair behind my ear, looking down at my toes right as he came up to me. “I look like shit,” I mumbled back to him, “and I smell. Didn’t even have time to take a shower...” Oh God, Jules, shut up, what are you doing? I tightened my lips to stop the word vomit.  

He let out a breathy chuckle, my eyes shakily dragging up his body to meet his stare. “You look fuckin’ incredible,” he whispered, my heart pounding loud in my chest. He slowly reached out to lightly brush some of my blonde hair off my shoulder with the backs of his fingers, his hand sliding to cup around my upper arm. My mouth parted slightly as he leaned in towards me, his other hand coming to rest at the small of my waist. Reaching out, I placed my open palm on his stomach, right above his belly button, my fingers curling slightly into the material of his shirt. I sucked in a breath as I felt his grip tighten slightly around my waist to hold me still and the tip of his nose brush right at the curve of my neck, his chest swelling against mine as he drew in a deep breath. My eyes fluttered lightly before I caught Tessa and Naomi watching us intently over his shoulder. I felt my cheeks begin to turn hot as both their mouths hung open. My eyes went wide at the soft press of his lips on my skin, letting them fall closed as he pushed his nose into my neck and dragged his hot mouth to the dip below my ear.

“Smell fuckin’ incredible too,” he breathed out, lifting his face to mine. Peering up at him, I gave him a shy smile, my skin breaking out in small goosebumps as the rough pad of his thumb ghosted along the exposed skin of my shoulder. “Ya ready to go?”

Staying quiet, I gingerly nodded my head, the butterflies going rampant in my lower tummy as he slid his hand down my arm to grab at my hand. I watched him bite at his bottom lip, his mouth turning down slightly as he gave me nod. Flicking my eyes to the girls, he turned and began walking towards my front door, pulling me behind him. They both held back their tiny giggles as he gave them a smirk. “Nice meetin’ ya girls,” he said to them as Naomi held the door open for us to leave, “Promise she’s in good hands.”

“I don’t fucking doubt it,” Tessa muttered under her breath, making me shoot her a glare over my shoulder. I shook my head at them as they both burst out in laughter at my reaction. Niall let out his own chuckle and I waved to the girls as they closed the door behind me. I was sure this was bound to be a fun night.

I had actually never been to a club before. It wasn’t really a thing where I was from and even so, I wasn’t technically old enough. Dublin was different. Way different. The bouncer must’ve known Niall, or maybe he paid his way in, I don’t know, either way we were let right inside, passing all the other people lined up outside waiting.

Almost pitch dark with strobes of colored lights and heavy with the smell of smoke and sweat, the loud music thumped up through the soles of my feet to my ears as Niall wasted no time, tossing down his lit cigarette and immediately sweeping me out to the middle of the dancefloor. I let out a tiny giggle as his big greedy hands wrapped around the small of my waist, his fingers brushing at my backside as he pulled my body into his. Smiling sweetly at him, the warmth pulsed through me as I raised my arms to sling over his shoulders.

We swayed heavily to the rapturous beat of the music, my blue eyes locking with his. I could barely make out the look on his face and I tipped my head to the side, letting the back of my fingers brush along his stubbled jaw. I just wanted to feel him. Biting at my lip, my heart began to race as his hips rocked slightly against mine, harder and harder as the beat of the music got deeper, the entire room pounding around us. I could feel his fingers curl into the soft material of my dress at the top of my bum as he leaned down, eagerly pushing his mouth to mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, my hands roughly raking up through the back of his hair as I let him suck wild at my tongue, our lips moving passionately together. I gasped in a breath as he broke the kiss, my eyes peeling open to catch his stare.

Resting his forehead to mine, the sweat was already binding our flushed skin as his sticky breath panted hot against my mouth. His large hands slipped up the plane of my back, gripping into my hair and I felt him roughly rut up against me, the thick of his bulge rubbing right at my pubic bone. I licked at my puffy lips, my eyes fluttering as I rolled my hips back into him, desperate to feel as much of him as I could. The heat sweltered thick between us, the sound of the music drowning out everything but the rapid beat of our hearts and the heavy pants of our breath. As if we were the only two people in the room. I could feel his chest pounding wild against mine, feel that intense commanding rush that vibrated between us. That delicious raw need for each other that pumped fervent through our veins.

Leaning back slightly, he untangled his fingers from my hair and reached behind his head, grabbing at my hands. Even in the almost pitch black of the club, I could see the smirk tug at his lips, his heavy lidded eyes darting across my face as he raised a brow. “Niall...” I spoke out, my voice a bit broken from the linger of the smoke in the air. Not saying a word, he twisted my hands in his, spinning me around so my backside was pressed right up against his front. My mouth dropped, a shallow whimper falling from my lips as I felt him thrust himself against my bum, the very definitive outline of his length rubbing so perfectly at me. I let my body relax into him, moving with him to the music, his strong arms wrapping around my front, big hands splayed wide at my lower stomach.

My head tipped back to his shoulder, my hands slowly gliding up the length of his forearms before lifting my arms up behind my head to grab around the back of his neck. I clawed at his clammy skin, combing my fingers through the sweaty hairs at the nape of his neck as his face dropped down to the side of my throat. My eyes squeezed shut and I bit at my lip, suppressing any moans that begged to escape as he began sucking wild at my tender flesh, his perfect teeth scraping along the curve before sinking slightly into the heated skin. “Fuck,” I breathed out, my chest rising high as his calloused fingers coiled into the fabric at the front of my dress, tugging at it and causing it to slip up my thighs a bit.

I was once more at this boy’s mercy. He could have undressed me, fucked me right here in the middle of the dance floor and I wouldn’t have cared one bit. The way he made me feel, the way he made my body react, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. And I never wanted it to end.

Turning my face towards him, I blew a heavy breath past my lips and nudged my nose at the side of his face, sweat smearing on the tip of it as he sloppily slid his hot tongue up over my jaw, his swollen pink lips finding mine. I gripped tight to the back of his unruly blond hair, straining to kiss him harder as we continued to move, grinding against each other. I could feel myself begin to get light headed, the blistering heat of the space around us, the intense proximity of other people, the smothering of his extremely hot body against my own was beginning to be too much. I felt the slight drag of one of his fingers dip down between my legs over my dress, the sensation causing me to gasp loud against his tongue, my knees buckling.

His arms tightened around me, holding me up as I turned my face from the heat of his. My chest heaved as I gulped in breaths, his mouth back to work at my neck. Whining lightly, I could feel myself soaking through the thin material of my panties and I dropped my hands from around his neck, quickly wrapping my fingers around his wrists and pulling his hands off my body.

I stepped away from him, his lips leaving my neck with a smack. “You all right?” he shouted out over the blare of the music, reaching out to gently touch at the back of my arm. I rested my face in my hands, taking steady breaths to calm myself before turning around to face him.

His brows were furrowed, his pink lips all shiny and puffy and parted slightly as he stared at me. “Yeah...yeah, I’m fine,” I spit out, running a hand through the front of my hair. “I, um...I just need to get a drink. Some water.”

He nodded his head, licking at his lips. “Okay, I’ll go ge–”

“No!” I said, reaching out to stop him as he began to step past me, “No...you got breakfast the other day, I can get the drinks.”

He let out a chuckle, the corner of his mouth turning down in a smirk. As I turned to walk away, I felt the grip of his fingers press around my elbow, my eyes shooting down at the touch before looking back at him as he playfully yanked me back towards him. My feet stumbled as the front of my body hit his in a thump, a short giggle puffing out past my lips as his big hands came up to cup around the sides of my face. I stared up at him, my heart swelling full in my chest as his thumbs ran across the round of my cheeks. His mouth smashed to mine, his lungs pulling my breath straight from my own as his tongue swept between my parted lips. I grabbed greedily at his sides, holding onto him as his nose pushed into my cheek, his shoulders raising as he kissed me even deeper.

Drawing in a shaken needy breath as he slipped his lips from mine, his hands stayed clasped to my face, his thumbs swiping away the beads of sweat that had formed by my hairline. Looking into his eyes, he cocked his jaw to the side before letting his hands drop. He grabbed at one of my hands that was resting at the side of his waist and I glanced down, watching as he pushed my palm down across the front of his body.

Shooting my eyes back to his, I swallowed hard as he used his thick fingers to cup my small hand around his bulge on the outside of his pants. He was hard as rock. “See what ya do to me, little one?” he whispered, breath beating hot against me as his face was mere inches from mine. Darting my eyes, my breath quickened in my chest as I felt the graze of his fingers of his other hand slip up under the bottom hem of my dress, slowly dragging up the front of my inner thigh. My eyes fluttered as he brushed the back of his knuckles across my covered heat, my body shivering slightly as I let out a shallow gasp. “You like that, don’t ya?” he breathed out, raspy voice rattling right through me. “Niall turn ya on? Makin’ ya nice and wet?”

I jut my tongue out across my parted lips, swallowing hard as I shakily nodded my head at him.

“Good,” he mumbled, removing his hand from under my dress. I stayed quiet, fixated solely on what I could see of his rugged face as I felt him move my hand from over the front of his pants, my fingers instinctively curling around the wad of money he had cleverly shoved in my open palm. “Better come right back to me then. I need ya.”

I watched the corner of his mouth turn up into a smug smirk, his head cocking back slightly as those insanely blue half lidded eyes focused on me. “I-...I will,” I squeaked out to him, my heart feeling as though it was going to burst through my chest at any second.

His bottom lip tucked in between his teeth and I blew a jumbled breath past my rounded lips as I turned on my heels to walk away. My head whipped back around to look at him as I felt the slight sting of a smack on my back side, my hair swinging into my face as my glare was met with a cocky wink. Shaking my head, I looked down at my feet, huge smile spreading on my face as I slipped through the crowds of people, stumbling slightly as I made my way over to the bar.

I ached, literally ached for him. My legs so wobbly under my own body weight, I wasn’t even sure I would make it back over to him with our drinks. This was insane. I didn’t know much about a lot of things, but fuck if I knew right then that I was completely and utterly done for. Gone for him. Entirely. I was screwed.

My hands reached out to steady myself as I finally stepped up to the black granite bar ledge, my head turning to peer down to catch the attention of a bartender. “Two waters please!” I called out to him with a smile, crumpling the money that Niall had given me in my clenched fist. My body jolted slightly as I felt the heavy press of two hands slide around my waist from behind, my eyes falling closed for a moment as I started to let my body fall into him.

Slipping away and moving to stand next to me, I tipped my head to the side, my eyes fluttering open to look over at him. “Jason?!” I screeched out, my stomach twisting into a tight knot with the mere mention of his name. My eyes darted fast over him, my mouth parted as I could feel my chest contracting, my lungs desperate for air as my skin began to grow hot. “What...what are you–”

“You wouldn’t fucking talk to me, Jul, so I thought I’d come for a visit.” I shook my head at him in disbelief, my eyes glued to his stern looking face. No, he cannot be here. This isn’t happening. This is some stupid nightmare, right? I flicked my eyes over to where I had left Niall, surprised to see him no longer standing there.

“I-I didn’t ask you to visit, Jason,” I snapped back at him, my attention trying to focus on him. I could barely keep my eyes on him, not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. He made me sick, physically sick to my stomach. He was everything in my life that I was trying to get away from, everything that I didn’t want.

He slapped his one open hand to the bar, brows furrowing at me. “So? I needed to see you.”

I held my hands out to him, face pulled in as I shook my head. “How did you even find me?”

“Your parents told me where you lived and I went by your apartment, but you weren’t there. Your roommates said you were here,” he quipped, taking a quick look around. “What the fuck kind of place is this anyways? This isn’t you, Jules.”

I dropped my face into my hand, sucking in a breath. “Of course they told you,” I muttered under my breath to myself. Peering back up at him, I swallowed hard and reached out to push lightly at his arm. “You don’t know anything about me anymore, Jason. Y-you really gotta go, okay? You gotta go home.”

His face pulled back at my demands, a snarl curling on his lip. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he bellowed out, his voice booming. I let out a nervous sigh, gulping back the rising sick that I could feel churning in my stomach as I flicked my eyes around before peering down at the floor.

“Jason,” I said to him, my voice shaking in my throat, “we talked about this, okay? Before I left.  It’s just...just not going to work between us. I told you. I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want-...I’m moving on. I need...I need a different life.”

He let out a scoff, rolling his eyes. “Different life? Bullshit, Jul. What the fuck was wrong with your old one?”

I lifted my face to look up at him, my mouth parting slightly as I knitted my brows. “My old one wasn’t mine. It wasn’t the life that I wanted. It wasn’t what I chose for myself. It was yours and my parents.”

He let out an obnoxious chuckle, his hand reaching up to rub through the back of his dark hair. “That’s fucking stupid, Jules. Are you fucking high or something?”

“Knock it off, Jason.”

I watched his head tip back in a heavy sigh, his hands running frustratedly through his hair before he dropped them down to his sides. “Fucking hell, Jules. This is stupid. I fucking flew halfway across the world for you. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“I didn’t ask you to!” I shrieked out to him, my eyes going big.

Letting out a sigh, he reached out and bumped his hand at my upper arm. “Come on, let’s just get out of here.”

I narrowed my eyes at his total disregard for everything I had just said and shook my head. “No.”

“No?” he shot back, raising his brows.

“I’m staying here,” I declared, lifting my chin slightly.

“No,” he stated, voice going deep, “you’re coming with me.”

“No.”

My eyes shot down as I felt his hand roughly grab at my upper arm, fingers pressing deep into my skin. “Get your hands off me!” I screamed, my body leaning back and wriggling as I tried to fight off the strong pull of him. His fingers dug deeper into my skin the harder I fought him off, “You’re hurting me!”

He yanked me hard, my body stumbling up against him and I shakily raised my eyes to his, that old feeling of dread slowly creeping back and filling my entire body. He lowered his face to mine, and I winced as his breath pelted against my face. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled out to me, his grip getting stronger.

“Jason! Jason...stop!” I pleaded, my feet sliding against the slippery floor as he began to pull me after him, my other hand trying to peel his fingers from my arm.

“Ya better let her go, mate.”

My head whipped around as I heard the deep rumble of his voice ring out from behind me, octaves louder than the blare of the music. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Jason and I froze, Niall’s blue eyes shooting to mine before locking back on Jason.

Jason’s grip on me loosened and I yanked my arm out from his grasp, rubbing generously at my sore skin. “And who the fuck are you, mate?” he mocked, standing up straight and crossing his massive arms over his chest. Niall dipped his head down in a chuckle, shaking his head lightly as he stepped up in between Jason and I, placing his hand at the front my hip and gently pushing me back behind him. I kept my eyes on both of them, my breath hitched high in my chest as I felt the sweat begin to form on my palms. Jason had a good six inches of height on Niall and probably thirty pounds, his body noticeably thicker and more built. But that didn’t seem faze Niall at all. “I’m Niall. Who the fuck are you?” he stated, ticking up his chin.

Jason let out a snort. “I’m her boyfriend,” he said back to him, nodding his head towards me. I flicked my eyes to Niall as he turned to look at me over his shoulder.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I whispered to Niall before looking back over at Jason. “You’re not my boyfriend!”

Niall flicked his narrowed eyes over mine for a moment before turning back to look at Jason, his hands planted at his hips. “I suggest ya get the fuck outta here,” he told Jason, cocking his head towards the club’s entrance.

“I suggest you mind your damn business and get the fuck out of my way,” he roared back, stepping closer to Niall. I gasped in a low breath, instinctively reaching out to place my hand at Niall’s lower back. I could feel the muscles tense as he slipped his hand around to where mine was, grasping at my small fingers and giving them a tiny reassuring squeeze before letting go.

“Don’t want trouble, mate,” Niall said, not backing down, “But if ya fuckin’ put your hands on her again, ya might be walkin’ away with less teeth than ya already got.”

Jason pulled his face in. “Oh yeah, that right?”

I watched Niall’s jaw clench and cock to the side, his brows raising in response to him. My stomach began to twist as I watched Jason take another step closer to Niall, the front of their bodies practically touching as he leaned his face down towards him. “And what the fuck are you gonna do about it, you piece’a shit?”

Niall didn’t budge, his tongue swiping across his dry lips as he kept his stare on Jason. “C’mon, bro. Just fuckin' walk away, yeah?” he said, voice unchanged as he calmly tried to defuse the situation.

Jason shook his head, knitting his brows. “Fuck you, man. I’m staying right here." I shot my eyes up to Jason’s face, watching as he looked past Niall at me. “Fucking bitch. Always causing fucking trouble wherever you go,” he sneered out at me.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, mate,” Niall growled out to him, accent rough. I watched Jason turn his stare back at Niall.

“Listen, bro, I ain’t going no where without Jules. She's my girl, so you can just back the fuck off and leave us alone.”

Dipping his head down, I watched as Niall reached up to rub across his mouth with the back of his fingers. I could feel the tension between them growing by the second, my eyes flicking around us to the people stopping to gather and watch the altercation. I stepped up flush behind Niall, my hands resting at the sides of his back as I tucked my nose down to the back curve of his shoulder. “Let’s just go Niall, okay?” I whispered against his shirt. I felt him reach back around to me again, his big hand gripping around my waist to lightly push me back away from him.

My hands slipped from his body as I stepped back, my mouth hanging open as he looked back up at Jason. “She's not your girl. You’re not havin’ her and I’m not fuckin’ movin’,” he snarled.

Jason let out a low chuckle, his chest rising as he flexed his biceps that laid across his chest. “We’ll see about that. Ain’t no fucking small pricked Irish bastard gonna stop me.”

I gasped in a breath, the room seemingly spinning in slow motion as I saw Niall’s back raise in a deep scoff, the muscles shifting just as he raised a fist and threw a wicked right hook, his knuckles busting Jason square in the nose and upper lip. The whole room burst into gasps and cheers, a small scream slipping past my lips as the blood immediately began spurting from Jason’s nose, his large body hunched over and stumbling backwards as he reached up to dab his fingertips at the trail of blood that trickled down over his lips. I clumsily tried to step back as Jason threw his arm back and attempted to swing at Niall before I felt Niall’s hand reach back at me again, heftily pushing me safely out of the way just as he ducked Jason punch. Niall let out a deep grunt, leaning down and wrapping his arms around Jason’s middle, pushing him back with his full body weight making Jason’s back slam up against the edge of the bar.

I threw my hands to sides of my face, the tears already forming in my eyes as I watched them struggle and fight, heavy punches being thrown left and right. I gripped tight to my stomach, covering my mouth with my other hand to hold back the whimpers as I heard the crack of Jason’s fist hit Niall’s face. “Jason’s stop! Please!” I called out over and over, both of them paying me no mind as they fell to the floor, rolling around in a heap of punches and kicks and grunts. I shot my eyes around the room, people cheering and yelling.

Oh my God, what have I done? I couldn’t catch my breath, my chest heaving and my mind going wild as I squeezed my eyes shut, not being able to watch as Jason threw another punch at Niall. Please, please stop. I begged silently to myself, the room suddenly growing quiet except for the continued scuffle of the boys as I heard the shouts of two police officers, who just happened to be outside, push through the crowd.

My eyes shot open as I watched them struggle to pull the two boys apart, slowly stepping around and letting my watery eyes barely glimpse at the sight of Niall’s bloody cut up face. I screamed out, pushing my way closer to him, throwing my hands to my mouth in shock. He shook his shoulders, attempting to release himself of the police officer's grip as his darkened stare caught mine for just a moment. I could feel the hot tears seeping from my eyes as I watched him tussle with the officer, my name shouting out loud past his lips as he shoved his hand down into the front pocket of his jeans.

Knitting my brows as I watched him, he yanked out his car keys, the officers finally being able to detain him as his hands flew up in surrender just after tossing the keys in my direction. They hit the floor with a clang, sliding right up to my feet and I quickly bent down to pick them up, my chin trembling as I looked back up and watched Niall’s head hang down, the police officers quickly handcuffing both of them and escorting them outside through the crowds of people.

I peered down at the keys in my hand, my heart thumping loud in my chest as the large group of spectators began to disperse and I was once again left alone.

[withasideofeggsy]

Hwarang :: Ban Ryu x reader :: Part 3

Part 3! Sorry for the wait! Starting from today I will work on a fic for our lovely King! (Don’t worry I will also update this fic since so many of you have enjoyed reading this series!) So please look forward to that as well! Thank you for reading and I sincerely hope that you enjoy this chapter! Sorry for any inaccuracies that doesn’t match up to the real plot of the story. :)

Ps. Please tell me if I’m the only person that cackles like no tomorrow when Ban Ryu is in the shower. Like his little messy bun got my rolling. It’s so funny and cute LOLOL.

Part 1 Part 2

My head hurts.

 I roll over in my mattress groaning in pain, my head really hurts. Pressing my cold hands against my forehead I sigh at the little relief provided. What even happened yesterday night? Forcing my heavy eyes open just a crack the blinding light made them shut immediately. “God…” I hiss under my breath while turning over onto my side. I scrunch up my face at the unfamiliar material enveloping me, it felt so smooth almost as if I was wrapped up in silk. I rub at the material between my thumb and index finger…wait this is silk. I shot up from bed to look down at expensive material that draped around my body. “What happened yesterday?!?” I whine untying the robe quickly, “I wouldn’t do that, you are naked under.” I freeze in my actions holding the fabric closed around my chest, “You jerk what happened?” He sighs, “So early in the morning and you are already picking a fight that you can’t possibly win.” It’s too early to deal with his attitude I thought visibly rolling my eyes at him, “I suggest you change and give back my clothes before the others wake up,” he indifferently says before getting up himself. I raise my brows standing up as well, “Wait your clothes? T-This silk…” “Is mine, so hurry and change before you dirty it. God knows you can never repay me back for it if you get it stained.” I open and close my mouth in confusion and ultimately at a loss of words, how many drinks did I have yesterday? After quickly changing I bundle up the expensive silk robe and whipped it at Ban Ryu’s face, “Whoops, sorry my hand slipped.”

 With a smug grin I turned to open the sliding door, but someone beat me to it from the other side. “WAKE UP YOU LAZY RATS!” A large man yelled directly at my face causing me to stumble backwards in shock while wiping away his spit that splattered all over my face. I quickly dodge out of the way and into the hallway as I watch from a distance as my roommates got aggressively man handled out of bed. I let out a snicker at Soo Ho’s high-pitched scream paired with excessive arm flailing when he thought that they were under attack. Once everyone was cramped in the hallway I bite my lip, daring to look up at Ban Ryu, before I could reflect on what happened yesterday night we were herded like cows into the practice grounds. Squinting at the bright sun it took awhile before my eyes could focus on a very angry Wi Hwa standing in front of us. The elder clears his throat before lecturing us with a booming voice, “Going out to Okta and returning late and tired the next day, fighting among each other when you are supposed to be working as a team! I have had enough of your behaviour! From today onwards no one leaves the grounds without permission. And if I catch any one of you failing to follow that rule you will be kicked out of Hwarang, understood? Dismissed!”

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 Today’s schedule was fully packed with back-to-back physical training and house chores. The morning wasn’t too bad as simple tasks like laundry and cleaning was done, however the dull throb in the back of my head made simple tasks like that hard to focus on. It was funny to watch the amount of difficulty that was expressed among the majority of the Hwarang from just doing simple housework. Never in my life have I heard so much whining coming from grown men.

 After all the chores were done the real training began. Placed in front of me were nine cups of alcohol, very strong alcohol, I thought as I smelt its pungent aroma. The orders were to drink all nine cups and to practice sword fighting while under influence. The logic behind it was to “Prepare us for any situation” although it really seemed like an excuse to see us embarrass ourselves or get seriously injured. With shaking hands I reach for the first cup, here it goes, I thought knocking it back into my throat. I instantly gagged at the strong substance, it burned exponentially compared to the ones I drank yesterday. Wait, drank yesterday? The alcohol triggered my thoughts from the previous night that I couldn’t for the life of me remember what happened. While sipping on the fifth cup I recalled my coziness with Ban Ryu, oh my goodness…I cuddled with… “JERK FACE!!!” I splutter causing all the liquid to spray out of my mouth and onto the lucky person in front of me. With the cup still in hand I look up with widened eyes to only meet with the said man’s stoic face. Loud drunken laughter was erupted among the men who witnessed me accidently insulting Ban Ryu in front of all the Hwarang and elders and to top it off, spitting on him for good measure after it. It was a mess. A huge pulsing vein was prominent on his forehead, I swear I could hear its throbbing as I stared at him. He squeezes his eyes shut while the corner of his lips twitch in annoyance. “Please don’t kill me!” I scream throwing my ceramic cup at him out of fear. Before the cup could hit the floor and shatter he roughly grabs the front of my hanbok, pulling me towards him. “You will pay for this,” he lowly growls before letting go and turning back to finish his drinks, never failing to slam down each cup with increasing force. “I’m dead…” I chant chugging down the last few cups before collapsing onto the floor, “I’m dead.”

 I started crying on the floor before sword fighting was even started. A seemingly sober Ji Dwi slips a sheathed sword into my hands and I hug the object close to my body before resuming to crying and rocking back and forth. I don’t know how long I stayed like that but fighting already started among the Hwarang. There was only one rule, no unsheathing your sword, other than that you can basically smash your opponent’s face in with the dull object. No matter how much I enjoyed sword fighting the alcohol didn’t allow me to move, with a swimming vision and heavy eyes I continued to snooze until some brave or very dumb person tries to attack me in my sleep. My nap didn’t last very long to my dismay, being awoken by someone kicking my feet. With closed eyes I roll onto my side and mumble a quick, “go away” but it wasn’t very effective. Wi Hwa pulls me up by the back of my hanbok and practically throws me into the war zone, aka the field filled with drunkards waving their swords in the air before tripping over their own two feet and wiping themselves out. I whine, extremely upset from being woken up for this mess. Using my sword as a walking stick I made my way across the chaotic field, hoping to find a further place to sleep away from Wi Hwa’s hawk like vision. Luckily majority of the Hwarang ignored me walking in the middle of their fights, even though I was extremely tipsy I could probably beat their heads in still. I found a shaded spot not too far and I continued to make my way towards it, only stopping when a dull object smacked into my chest with a hollow thud noise. “Whoa,” I stumble backwards, finally getting my footing steady I follow the sword back to its welder, the notorious grumpy man. “You have a price to pay,” he states with a straight face and I nod up at him, “Okay, I’ll beat you up as payment.” Despite Ban Ryu’s roll eye he lets out a soft chuckle and taps his sword under my chin teasingly, “I’ve seen you hold your alcohol I highly doubt you can.” I pout childishly, even though I’m tipsy I can still be stubborn as ever, I’m not going to be shoved around by him today. Gripping the sword in my left hand I lunge towards the tall jerk before faking a swing and catching the sword with my right hand. I grin catching him off guard before delivering a hard blow into his ribs with the blunt of my sheathed sword, “Tadahh!”

 What I didn’t expect next was the hard throb I felt in my cheekbone as Ban Ryu accidently threw a fist into my face as he fell forwards from my attack. “Oof,” I yelp falling along with him. His heavy weight pins me beneath him as I struggle to push him off. I could feel the heightened emotions I got from the alcohol as I struggled to keep my tears in. I sniffle holding my throbbing cheek, “You were nicer yesterday.” He looks deeply into my eyes, I couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment. “You were drunk out of your mind yesterday. I had to watch over you like some baby because I promised to help you keep your secret.” I nod at his words and it made perfect sense, I didn’t realize I spoke what I thought in my head, “I thought you liked me…” Oh I said it out loud. I look up to see his reaction but it wasn’t what I expected, “Yesterday didn’t mean anything, nor will my help come without a price.” He says flatly before getting me up and retrieving his sword. I didn’t bother to get up as I lay there thinking about his confession, I really didn’t expect that or maybe that wasn’t something I wanted to hear. I nod at nothing in particular before closing my eyes trying my hardest to keep the stinging hot tears at bay. “Don’t cry you baby,” I quietly scold myself while clenching my eyes and jaw.

 I don’t know how much time has passed but the sun was setting by the time everyone started to sober up from the hectic drunk sword fighting “training”. From the ground I didn’t realize that Ah Ro and her friend, Soo Yeon entered the Hwarang home. I guess practice got a little too rough with some of the other members that they needed medical attention. I really hope the elders would learn from this and don’t plan anymore of these ridiculous training practices ever again. A familiar warm hand was placed on top of my forehead causing my eyes to flutter open, “Hey Ah Ro.” She looks down at me with a pout, “Don’t ‘hey’ me! Can’t you try a little bit harder to not get hurt!” I shrug at her lecturing before touching my tender cheek causing me to flinch, “Ow he got me good.” Ah Ro tut and clicks her tongue a few times before she pulls me up onto my feet. I cry out in pain from my added headache as she quickly pulls me along, each step causing a throb to shoot up to my brain. “We need to put some ointment on that now before it swells up more,” she explains seating me beside her medical kit. I nod in agreement as she rummages through her kit while I observe the other Hwarang. It seems like most of them sobered up and were walking around aching, or they were knocked out on the ground sound asleep like a giant baby. “Okay stay still,” Ah Ro orders leaning in to apply some really pungent smelling ointment. Before I could comply I spot Ban Ryu with Soo Yeon, Soo Ho’s younger sister. What really irritated me was that he was smiling sweetly at her, no attitude or sarcasm included. He really did mean it when he said he didn’t have any feelings towards me, how naïve of me. Clenching my fist and jaw I couldn’t stay still, I was angry. Maybe I was so upset that the only way I could cope with it was to turn it into anger, at least I wouldn’t cry and embarrass myself further more. Before the ointment could be spread on my face I got up and headed back to my room despite Ah Ro shouting for me to come back.

 “Dumb, idiot, stupid…” I chant through clenched teeth. I’m so mad, I thought throwing a punch into the wooden frame of Ban Ryu and Soo Ho’s shared bunk bed. I kept on throwing punches at the poor innocent wood with increasing strength until the skin on my knuckles split open. Taking a deep breath I watch as the blood dribbles down my fingers and onto the ground, it was calming, almost therapeutic. I felt better getting out my pent up rage but now with the fire gone I felt incredibly defeated. I wanted nothing but to take a long hot relaxing bath however that wasn’t possible, being paranoid that someone would walk in when I’m mid bathing so I quickly cleaned by myself up which helped clear my mind dramatically. Now in a better state of mind I was ready to join the Hwarang back outside. I sat on the stairs in a more secluded area of the palace, watching Ban Ryu and Soo Yeon from afar. I surprised myself at my new reaction to their interaction. As I watched him from here I could see how happy he genuinely was around her, I could never have that effect on him. I could feel my cheeks flush when I heard his laugh at something she said, finally understanding my feelings I nod and get up to tend to the horses. Might as well be productive and get my mind off things, even if it meant doing chores. I finally understood now, I really liked him. Even if he is grumpy, rude, and stuck up he managed to burrow himself deep into my heart for some damned reason. But after seeing him so happy with the company of Soo Yeon I couldn’t possibly be mad anymore. When you like someone you just want to see them smile and if Soo Yeon is the one to put that smile on his face then I won’t intrude. No matter how much the sinking feeling I felt in my heart was uncomfortable and hard to bear I would do it, that’s what you do when you like someone right? You put them first regardless of your own selfish feelings. Even though I knew what the right thing to do was I couldn’t help the hot tears that spilled over. “Ah dumb girl,” I chided myself with a smile. I rub my eyes with the sleeve of my hanbok trying very hard to stifle my sobbing but it was difficult, it hurt so bad. I walked to the corner of the horse stable where a large stack of hay was sat. I’ll just cry pathetically here where no one can hear or see me. Curling up into a ball I cry into the prickly straw, thinking about all the possible reasons why my favourite grumpy flowering knight didn’t reciprocate my feelings towards him. “Maybe because I’m ugly, or stupid. He always calls me stupid. I’m of no class, basically a lowly peasant who worked day and night jobs to get by. I chose a life as a Hwarang so I would have a place to call home. I have no manners, no family, and too stubborn for my own good picking fights that I know I would lose. Wow I really am a poor excuse of a human,” rolling over onto my back I look up to the wooden ceiling, “UGHHHH!” I sit up tapping my index finger on my chin, “If only brother Gun Chul was here he could give me advice. Or beat up stupid Ban Ryu. But he had to go die and leave me here all by myself!” I scream ripping at the stack of hay aggressively. I couldn’t help but smile remembering his passing, even though it was the worst day of my life his last words to me were something, “I hate it here so I’m glad I’m finally leaving, just a bit sad that I’ll have to leave your side though. We haven’t been separated since you were born but know that I will always be watching you, so don’t do anything stupid or you’ll give me a headache even when I’m in heaven…or burning in the depths of hell hahaha.” I laugh shaking my head remembering his stupid parting words. Maybe it was time I paid him a visit, I could probably sneak out tonight seeing that everyone would be exhausted from training today. Even though rules were implemented today I could careless, as long as I didn’t get caught I wouldn’t get in any trouble.

 It was nightfall everyone was sound asleep in the shared bedroom. I look around counting each member in their rightful beds before quickly stripping out of my clothes and putting on a simple dark long sleeve robe. I quickly grabbed the flats I hid under my mattress and slipped them onto my feet. Making my way towards the door I peep my head into the halls, making sure it was empty before readying myself to bound down towards the palace exit with as much stealth as I could possibly muster up. Taking in a large breath I lunged forward, with great difficultly as something or someone yanked me back by the belt around my waist. I stifle I scream by holding a hand to my mouth before slowly looking up. “Where do you think you’re going?” Ban Ryu whispers lowly near my ears, “You’re going to get us all in trouble.” I clench my jaw, great this is what I really needed now, “I’m not going to get caught, I’ll be fast.” It was dark in the room so I couldn’t really make out much but I saw the shine in his dark eyes from the moonlight that managed to seep through the paper walls. “I asked, where are you going?” I push him off of me before turning to face him properly, “It’s nothing for you to worry about.” “I didn’t ask for you to assure me. I’m asking where you are going,” he flatly states with crossed arms. “Why do you even care so much?” I ask visibly getting irritated for my now soiled plan. Ban Ryu sighs, “I don’t care.” I sarcastically let out a laugh, “You have a funny way of showing that you don’t care. Just…leave me alone alright?” “You know I can’t do that.” “Ban Ryu can you just-” I didn’t realize I started raising my voice until he places a calloused hand over my mouth, “Come,” he orders pulling me into the halls and into the bathhouse.

 I shake my head pacing in a small circle, “I don’t understand you!” He grabs my wrist successfully stopping me in my tracks, “W-What?” I ask quietly looking into his gentle gaze extinguishing the fire in my body. “What’s wrong?” he asks still holding my wrist tightly in his large hand as his thumb rubbed soothing circles into the back of my hand. “What do you mean what’s wrong?” I ask squinting up at him. “You aren’t acting like yourself,” he simply states. Watching him carefully I could see the concern he had in his eyes even though it was obvious that he tried really hard to conceal it. “Maybe you just don’t know me,” I say quietly looking down at his warm hand that held me in place. He didn’t say anything to my surprise, I felt bad for saying what I did considering how much it affected him for some reason. “I’m sorry,” I apologize reaching up with my free hand to place on top of his, “I didn’t mean for it to come out so rude. I guess I’m in a bad mood.” He nods pulling both of his hands back to his sides. I fiddle with the knot on my robe before looking up at the tall man before me, “I just…wanted to go see my brother that’s all.” He nods, “Let’s go then.” I raise an eyebrow at him, “What?” He rolls his eyes, “Can’t you listen for once instead of making me repeat myself every time.” I giggle at his irritation, “I can’t help it if you surprise me each time you open your mouth. Are you going to yell at me? Call me mean names? Or be uncharacteristically sweet?” Ban Ryu closes his eyes with a sigh as if he’s regretting the offer he made seconds ago, “Come on let’s go before we both get caught.” We walk back into the halls and before he could slip back into our room to get quickly changed I grabbed onto his sleeve, “Um can you get me the hairpin I hid under my pillow?” He raised a questioning brow looking down at me, “I-I need it,” I explained which he nodded without further questioning.

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 I held onto the sleeve of his hanbok as I pulled him along the quiet streets of Silla. I wanted to hold his hand but I didn’t have the nerve to and if I did it would make holding my feelings for him even harder. Just thinking about holding his warm hand made blood rush to my cheeks, “Almost there,” I smile back at him. He followed me into the outskirts of the capital but he didn’t question it even though with his wandering eyes I could tell that he was curious of where I was taking him. I drag him into the cemetery and raised by arms up gesturing to the dark open field, “Tadah!” He raised a brow and continued to follow me as I walked towards the spot that was marked with a few small stones, “Here’s the real Gun Chul.” I present pointing at the stones. Ban Ryu watches me carefully with a questioning look, “I didn’t expect this,” he bluntly states and I smile. “He got sick a few months ago,” I explained with a nod taking a seat in the grass. Ban Ryu lowers himself and sits closely beside me, “I’m sorry for your loss.” I laugh ducking my head to look up at his face, “That’s strange, I didn’t expect to hear you apologize ever.” He softly smiles taking out my hairpin from his bosom and twirling it between his index finger and thumb. “He gave me that,” I explained reaching out and touching the intricate carves on the wood, “We were really poor but…before he passed he got me this to remember him.” Ban Ryu nods keeping silent as if gesturing me to continue about my life’s story, “Um…he didn’t really need to though. I would never forget about him.” I look up at Ban Ryu as his fingers glided over mine, “How could you be so positive about all this? You’re still smiling.” I hum pulling my hand back, somewhat reluctantly, “He hated it here, and I guess he was happy to leave so if he’s happy then I’m happy.” Ban Ryu raises his hand and I was prepared for a smack on the forehead for having such dumb logic but instead he placed his hand on the back of my head and combed his fingers through my hair. I stayed silent as he pulled my long hair into a bun, gently threading the wooden hairpin into it. “Your logic is dumb,” he says flatly causing me to laugh. “What was your reason for joining the Hwarang?” he asks softly as his fingers trailed down my neck before he places his hand back into his lap. “Haha…this is even more dumb,” I confess scratching my cheek embarrassed, “Well…the thing is…we were broke. We worked day and night to make enough to get by. He overworked and his body finally decided to give up. And by myself I couldn’t make enough to keep our home and get medical treatment done for him. So we became homeless but Ah Ro’s family was very nice and allowed us stay with them. However when my brother didn’t get better and passed I didn’t want to burden them any longer… So I looked for a new home and the Hwarang gave me that.” I didn’t even realize that tears were running down my face by the time I finished telling him my story, “Sorry I didn’t mean to cry,” I sniffle as he wiped at my cheeks with his sleeve. “What’s your name?” He inquires next causing me to smile, “I like how you ask for my deep back story before asking for my name.” Ban Ryu softly laughs, “I didn’t know if your name was worth remembering until now.” I puff out my cheeks in mock offense shoving him with my shoulder, “My name is (Y/n).” He nods with a gentle smile, “Thanks for telling me that (Y/n).” I scrunch up my nose at his reply, “Oh geez, you’re scaring me with your kindness please stop!” He scoffs making a 360 back to himself. There was a comfortable silence that enveloped us, “Ban Ryu?” Hearing his name he looks at me giving his full undivided attention before I continued, “I feel the same about my brother to you.” The man raises his eyebrow not following my words, so I continued, “If you’re happy then so am I.” The confusion stayed on his features, “What do you mean?” I smile with a soft laugh, “I like you, a lot. But you are happiest beside Soo Yeon so I will be happy for you both.”    

 Ban Ryu’s point of view

I didn’t comprehend what she was getting at. I liked (Y/n) more than any girl I’ve ever met, I even showed her how comfortable I was around her by being myself. I should tell her that I didn’t like Soo Yeon as anything more than a friend with mutual interests like giving Soo Ho a hard time, but I couldn’t bring myself to confess my feelings to her. She looks up at me with tear brimmed eyes but her smile never quivered on her perfect face, “I just…ask one thing of you Ban Ryu…we need to stop having these interactions. When you are like this…being so nice to me I can’t handle it knowing that our feelings aren’t mutual. It’s selfish of me to ask you that but it hurts too much knowing that you aren’t someone that I can call mine.” My chest tightens as I watch her smile waver with tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, it was worse than that time she got drunk. “You talk too much.” (Y/n) laughs with tears still streaming down her cheeks, “It’s okay though. I enjoy listening to you talking about nonsense.” She looks up with pouty lips and I couldn’t help but reach out and pinch her cheeks. “You are dumb aren’t you?” Before she could protest like she usually did I slide my hand from her cheek to the back of her head before gently pulling her forwards. “Just kiss me (Y/n).” My eyes flutter closed as her soft warm lips met mine, we barely made contact before she pulls back and buries her extremely hot flushed face into my neck. I chuckle at her shyness after her whole confident love confession. She snuggles closely to me as I wrap my arms tightly around her body, pulling her into my lap. (Y/n) timidly lets go of the front of my hanbok and slides her arms around my neck, holding me tightly. “I messed up can I try again?” “Do whatever you want,” I mumble feeling the heat radiating across my cheeks. “Okay I will!” She exclaims excitedly squishing my cheeks with both hands. (Y/n) stops amidst leaning in to flash me the brightest grin I’ve ever seen, “You’re cute,” she giggles before continuing to press her lips firmly against mine. Unlike our first kiss it was much more confident, filled with passion as her soft lips moulded with mine. She smiles into the kiss before pulling away, I hear a soft “wow” leave her plump lips as she throws her arms around me giving me the tightest hug she could muster up. “I’m happiest with you,” I quietly confess but nonetheless she heard as she tightened her hold around me.

 We walk hand in hand back to the Hwarang house. The night had gotten more chilly but it was bearable since any slight contact I had with the (c/h) made my heart beat as if I ran for miles. I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on my lips when I catch her in my peripheral vision with the beaming smile on her face that appeared when she sneaked glances at me. She yawns while rubbing at her swollen eyes from all her previous crying. I couldn’t believe this idiot thought that I liked someone else other than her, and wasted her tears on me too. Even though I hate unnecessary crying I admit she was adorable that she cared about me enough to shed her tears for me. Although I hope in the future she would only cry out of happiness. “You must be tired from all that crying you big baby,” I tease treading my fingers through her soft silky locks. She looks up with lidded eyes with a genuine pout, “I’m too sleepy to come up with something witty to say.” I chuckle at her forwardness and squatted, gesturing for her to get on my back. Her usual self would be too stubborn to take my offer in carrying her but she was too tired to care as she obediently jumped onto my back. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around my neck as she buried her face into my shoulder and quickly drifted to sleep.

 I was surprised that we made it back into our rooms without being caught. Then again, we would know in the morning for sure if extra chores were given to us for sneaking out. I gently lower her into her bed and she loudly groans, a brief moment of panic floods through me hoping none of our roommates would stir at the sound.

 Normal point of view

I groan as I lost all warmth from my soft cushion when it became cold and stiff. My eyes flutter open, it took a while for them to adjust in the dark but I made out the figure before me to be Ban Ryu thanks to the small sliver of moonlight that seeped through the walls. “Stay…” I mumble as my hands reached out to grab his. He sighs but he slips into my bed nonetheless, holding me close into his chest. “I’ll stay until you fall sleep,” he says as his lips brush against my forehead. “Then I won’t ever fall asleep,” I simply state cuddling into his body, feeling his warmth spread through me once again my eyes started to feel heavy. I feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckles quietly, “Don’t be silly.” Ban Ryu combs his long fingers though my hair and removes the wooden hairpin from my bun creating loose ringlets to fall around my face. He slides the hairpin back underneath my pillow before resuming to brush the hair away from my face, soothing me into a peaceful sleep. “Good night…my princess.”

 “I’m a peasant,” I correct half unconscious. “And you are annoying, shut up and sleep (Y/n).”