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hellimagines · 4 years ago

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Collateral -- JJ Maybank (Part One)

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Summary: JJ’s stunt with Barry bites him in the ass when the angry drug dealer kidnaps you and decides you’re JJ’s collateral for the stolen money.

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, angst, mentions of child abuse and drug use

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Routledge!reader

Word Count: 4,800+

A/N: I started writing this after binge-watching Outer Banks, and before I knew what was happening, I had written 20 pages of this and hadn’t even gotten to the climax… So, this has clearly been broken up into parts. I have part two already finished, and I’m almost finished with part three, but I’m not uploading them tonight because I want this to see the light of day first, and gain some love before I do anything. Please let me know what you guys think of this! I know there isn’t a lot of mushy-feely stuff in this chapter, and it’s mainly angst but, I had so much fun writing this, so please give it a chance and tell me what you think. Also, it’s canon divergent because I tweaked the DCS storyline and everything after John B. finds the first gold bar.

Your shift at The Wreck had been a long and strenuous one, more so than usual, because Kie hadn’t shown up for her night shift which left you to pull a double and cover for her. In your opinion, the nighttime customers were always worse than the morning customers since they typically consisted of kooks and tourons who expected the best of the best and nothing less. You had a short fuse, similar to your boyfriend, and would often get snippy with customers who complained about trivial things: their drinks having too much ice, their salad too much dressing, or their Chef’s Board not enough cheese or the wrong kind of cheese. Kie’s dad kept you on morning and afternoon shifts as much as possible due to the locals of The Cut coming to the cafe during those times, and your ability to make them feel at home while they ate their toast and sipped their coffee. So, having to work a night shift unexpectedly without a break from your morning shift left you feeling exhausted and detached from the world.

As peeved as you were with Kie for pulling a no-call-no-show, you were more worried than anything; especially when you noticed JJ wasn’t waiting outside to walk home with you like he normally was. You hadn’t heard from any of the other pogues since yesterday, when you had to go to work and they went over to Crain Mansion in search of the gold. You would’ve gone with them, but you couldn’t risk missing another day of work and possibly being fired. After your shift yesterday (and noticing the lack of blond curls outside the cafe), you had headed home with the plan to meet up with your friends and learn of any new updates--but, when you arrived, nobody was there. You waited around for the rest of the day, but when 10 o’clock rolled around and nobody had shown, you retreated to your bedroom and fell asleep. When you had woken up around 5 a.m to get ready for your shift at work, you were relieved to find JJ curled around you fast asleep, and your brother, Sarah, Kie, and Pope passed out together on the futon in the living room. They had a pot cradled between the four of them, but you thought nothing of it as you got ready for work. You left behind a note, asking them to stop by The Wreck when they woke up to fill you in on whatever you had missed, but they had never shown up.

Now, as you locked up The Wreck at the end of your 10 o’clock shift and waved to the cooks and other wait staff as you all parted ways, your worry only increased. The Cut was warm and humid as you made your way toward the chateau, forcing you to shed your work shirt in favor of the tanktop laying beneath. Your hair was pulled into a high-pony, and while it had been sleek and put together at 6 o’clock this morning, you now had frizzed strands falling into your face and the bottom of your hair was sticky from an exploded champagne bottle earlier that night. Your feet ached and your hips felt unbalanced from the constant speed-walking and maneuvering around tables and patrons, and you wanted nothing more than to collapse against JJ in your room and sleep for a solid 12 hours straight. Before you could do that, though, you had to continue your thirty-minute walk to said paradise and make sure everyone was okay.

As you left the hustle and bustle surrounding The Wreck and the docks, and ventured further into The Cut, you felt the tension beginning to ease out of your body at the familiar surroundings. As much as you loved The Wreck, you were not a fan of the kooks and tourons that migrated there throughout the night, bothering you during and after your shifts. As expected, the night held the worst of the batch, with alcohol and other drugs filtering their systems and giving them loose tongues and firm hands. Even though you could handle yourself and those who tried making a move on you, you never felt at ease or safe while leaving The Wreck; unless JJ or your friends were with you and you didn’t have to check over your shoulder every few feet. Crossing the imaginary threshold between The Wreck and The Cut always eased your mind, allowing you to slow your steps and cease checking your shoulder. This was also primarily because on The Cut, people knew who you were--not only as a waitress, a pogue, or (Y/N) Routledge, but as ‘JJ Maybank’s girl’. It pissed you off to no-end that people referred to you as ‘JJ’s girl’ more than your own name and you’d often chew people out on it, but you couldn’t deny the protection (and love and warmth and all-things-JJ) it gave you. You and JJ had been dating for two years, and while you loved him more than life and he loved you more than surfing, you often wished you could be seen as your own person: as (Y/N). Regardless of your annoyance at being solely known as JJ’s girl, as you walked the barely-lit streets of The Cut in nothing but a tank top and shorts, you were appreciative of your unofficial title. Very few people were walking around this late at night, but those who were offered you a simple nod or kept their eyes trained on the ground as you passed by, a complete contrast to the tourons near The Wreck. You expected this to continue until you reached your house, no longer looking over your shoulder for an unwanted kook or a touron that didn’t know the rules.

You turned another corner, now only fifteen minutes away from home, and rolled your shoulders to try and release some of the built-up tension you gained from your shift as you walked. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, letting your muscles relax and a gentle breeze from the ocean to cloud your senses. Just as you were about to open your eyes and continue forward, you heard footsteps approaching you from behind. Your eyes shot open and your body turned but before you could see who it was, you felt the barrel of a gun press against your lower back. The metal was cold against your tank top as it dug into you, the owner’s hand coming up to grab your shoulder and keep you from moving away.

“Maybank shouldn’t be leaving his things unattended, especially ones as pretty as you,” a voice muttered into your ear, jabbing the gun harshly into your spine. You froze, trying to place the voice to a face as you heard a vehicle approach and stop beside you.

“I’m not a thing, actually,” you retorted, keeping the fear out of your voice as the man behind you jerked you forward toward the black SUV. The backdoor swung open, but you couldn’t see who was driving it or if there was anyone else waiting for you inside. “What do you want? JJ isn’t his dad, whatever Luke’s done to piss you off is his own problem, not ours.”

The man laughed sharply in your ear as he shoved you forward, causing you to drop your shirt and tumble off the sidewalk, and your torso to fall into the backseat. You yelled out when the man grabbed your legs and pushed your body into the car, your body bending painfully as he slid in beside you. The door slammed shut and the man backed you into the corner of the SUV, caging your body against the door. Your hand shot down to the door handle, yanking on it to open the door and let you fall out, but it didn’t budge.

“Child lock, snowball. You’re not going anywhere.”

You looked up, finally able to see the man’s face as he grinned down at you. His grill shined each time the SUV passed under a streetlight and the black hair dangling in his face tickled your nose from how close he was. Instantly, you brought your foot up and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him away from you as you struggled to sit up.

“What the fuck do you want, Barry?” you snapped while the dealer across from you laughed loudly and held onto his stomach.

He smirked at you, “I forgot how much of a kicker you were, snowball.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been tryin’ to sell blow to fucking 8th graders,” you shot back, glaring at him. “Now tell me what the fuck you want.”

He raised his hands in surrender, the smirk never falling from his face. “I want my fucking money back. You little shits stole 25k from my goddamn house.”

“What the fuck are you on about? The last time I went to your shithole was a year ago to buy an 8ball,” you scoffed.

“And while I do miss the revenue you brought me during your time as a cokehead, I’m not talking about you, snowball. Your boy, your brother, your brother’s new whore, the ex-kook, and Heyward’s son stole from me. I know you’re too smart and levelheaded to pull a stunt like that, and the ex-kook and her boyfriend have too much going for them to fuck it up by crossing me. This means it was either your boy or your brother,” Barry explained, his jaw tight with anger as he spoke.

“First of all, Kie and Pope have names. Second of all, they’re not dating. Third of all, what makes you think it wasn’t Sarah? From what I’ve heard, the Cameron’s have a history of robbing you blind.”

“Because my sister is too much of a pansy to pull a stunt like this, and she doesn’t even know who the fuck Barry is.” Your head shot up at the new voice, and you made eye contact with Rafe in the rearview mirror. “You dirty pogues have corrupted my sister.”

“I see someone’s been bitched,” you chuckled with a roll of your eyes. Rafe’s foot slammed on the break and caused you to slam into the back of the passenger seat with an oomph. He turned around, his arm already raised to throw a punch, when Barry grabbed it first.

“Chill the fuck out, Country Club. Can’t go beaten on her just yet. Now hurry the fuck up and get us to the hanger.” Rafe’s nostrils flared at Barry’s demand, and after a moment of his fist flexing in Barry’s hold, Rafe relented. He jerked his arm back and continued driving in silence. “Don’t piss off the driver, snowball,” Barry tsked, waving his finger in your face.

“Look, why would JJ or Birdie steal 25 thousand dollars from you? You know how much JJ despises you and your business because of what it’s done to his dad and the hole I fell into last year, and my brother doesn’t even know who the hell you are. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Barry chuckled, “I see they’ve kept you in the dark. Did they tell you about the gold they found? That they tried pawning off to me this morning?” At the frown on your face and your furrowed brows, Barry laughed even harder. “Oh yeah, they brought in a seven-pound chunk of gold to the shop this morning. Offered ‘em a cashier’s check worth a couple thousand, but your boy is quite the negotiator. So, I sent them to the warehouse for the cash they wanted.”

“And let me take a wild-fucking-guess: on their way, you jumped them, stole the gold, and left them with nothing but dirt under their nails?”

Barry grinned at your words, his tongue sliding over his grill as he laughed. “See, this is why they should’ve brought you along! Would’ve saved them from all the trouble they’ve gotten themselves into.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well fuck, no wonder they stole from you. You stole from them first, Barry. An eye for a fucking eye, it’s the way of the jungle ‘round here. It’s the only damn law you follow.”

“You’re right, it is the only law I follow. Which is why you’re here, snowball. You see, before I could complete my task, they jumped me and stole my wallet and the gold. You’re smart, I bet you’re starting to see the problem now. No gold, no wallet, no 25k,” Barry seethed, the smirk falling from his face as he leaned forward, pushing you back into the corner of the seat. “JJ Maybank stole from me, plain as day. If I had seven pounds of gold in my hand it would be different, I wouldn’t be as pissed. But, you see, I don’t. So, as you said, it’s an eye for an eye. And what better to steal from JJ Maybank, than the only thing he cares about? The only thing he owns?”

“He doesn’t own me, so jot that down.”

Barry threw his head back and laughed loudly, shooting an unnerving feeling down your spine. Rafe laughed along, though anyone could tell it was forced as his eyes darted from the mirror to the road. “This entire goddamn island knows that he owns you, snowball, and you damn well know it too. Which means until I get my money back, you’re my collateral.”

The bruises decorating JJ’s torso ached with each step he took, but he had to keep moving toward the chateau: he had to prove to the others that he was good. He had to prove that he could do the right thing with the money he stole. Even if his dad couldn’t do the right thing, and wouldn’t let him back in the house without another beating, JJ could do the right thing and be good. Even if he stole the money it didn’t matter, because Barry stole his life, and Barry didn’t deserve the money, and Barry wasn’t good. The money would pay off his restitution, and you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore and Pope wouldn’t have to feel guilty or worry about it anymore, either. Nobody would have to worry about him anymore, and it would all be good.

But as JJ limped up the chateau’s steps, repeating to himself that, ‘it was all good, he was good, and everything would be good,’ he wasn’t expecting for the screen door to slam open and for John B. to body slam him into the ground. The blue thermos shot from his grip as he was flung down the stairs, and JJ couldn’t bite back his scream of pain when his already-aching body slammed into the dirt. He didn’t get a second to gather his bearings before John B. was pummeling his fists into his stomach and his arms and his face and anywhere else he could land a hit. JJ couldn’t even lift his legs to fight off his best friend from beating on his twice-battered body.

“This all your fault!” John B. screamed, his face an angry red as tears and spit rained down onto JJ. “He took her because of you!” He ceased his punches only to wrap his hands around JJ’s throat, squeezing and pressing down in an attempt to strangle the life out of his best friend.

Faintly, JJ could hear Pope, Kie, and Sarah screaming, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. His entire body felt cold but his head felt hot, and the buzzing in his ears was growing louder and louder until it was all he could hear. He could see John B.’s face above him, his lips moving as he screamed and sobbed, and JJ could see his own blood splattered on his best friend’s jaw and shirt. Black spots began to dance in front of his eyes, moving inward until he could only see the murderous rage filling John B.’s eyes. Just as the darkness settled over him, he felt John B.’s weight lift off of him and air came rushing back into his lungs. For a few seconds, all JJ could do was choke on the air whilst his body convulsed, and someone rolled him onto his side in a desperate hurry.

“-eathe, breathe JJ, come on.” Someone was talking to him, rubbing their hand up and down his back as he continued to shake. He still couldn’t see anything and he couldn’t tell who was talking to him and rubbing his back and all he really wanted to do was blackout for a bit. A harsh slap against the center of his back had other plans, causing the air to finally force itself into his lungs. JJ began to cough violently, continuing to choke on the air that was now entering his body. He tried pushing himself to his knees as he dry-heaved onto the ground, but his shaking arms and legs were too weak to support him.

Pope was yelling in the background, “Chill the fuck out, JB! You almost killed him!”, his voice bringing JJ’s senses back to where they belonged.

“He fucking deserves it! He’s the reason she’s gone!” John B. yelled back, his voice deeper than JJ could remember. JJ blinked a few times, trying to focus on the bloody grass in front of him while his two friends continued fighting in the distance.

“Hey, just keep breathing,” the person helping him - who JJ now recognized as Kie - soothed, pulling his sweaty hair out of his face as more blood dribbled from his lips. She was upset, JJ could tell by the way her hands were shaking and the sound of wet sniffles every few seconds. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, who John B. was talking about, but all that came out was a harsh wheeze from his burning lungs and even more blood. “Don’t- don’t say anything. Please, JJ, just… just breathe for a few minutes,” Kie whimpered before a sob slipped from her lips.

He did as she asked and allowed his eyes to close, his body sinking into the ground as he focused on regulating his breathing. After a few minutes, JJ could hear John B. storm inside the chateau, kicking JJ’s crumpled body on his way up the stairs.

“John B., stop it!” Sarah yelled as she followed him inside.

Pope came and knelt in front of JJ, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to help him sit up. “You fucked up, JJ, worse than I ever thought possible,” Pope sighed as he adjusted JJ against the railing.

“What-” JJ broke off to cough into his fist, ignoring the blood that splattered across his hand, “what happened?” His voice was hoarse and barely understandable, but Kie and Pope knew what he was saying.

“You stole twenty-five-thousand dollars from a drug dealer. One of the most nefarious drug dealers on this island, that’s what happened,” Kie said, standing up and pacing in front of the blond. “What did you think was gonna happen, JJ? That he’d let it go?”

“What did he take? The HMS Pogue?” JJ rasped, looking up at his friends in confusion. “(Y/N)’ll be pissed, but we can get it back, or I’ll buy her and John B. a new one with the money.” His thoughts didn’t make sense inside of his pounding head, but he still voiced them regardless.

“How are you so stupid?” Pope yelled, causing JJ to flinch as the other to shot to his feet. “Why would John B. try to kill you over a boat? Don’t you think (Y/N) would be out here yelling at you, too?”

“My girl doesn’t yell, you know that, Pope,” JJ shook his head. “She’s got work and the boat- the boat is all they’ve got left of Big John,” JJ said, coughing a few times. His head was foggy and his vision was still blurry, so he couldn’t see the mentioned boat sitting on the dock to his left.

“No, JJ,” Kie sighed, “Barry didn’t take the HMS. He took (Y/N). He left a note on the van--he wants his money back, plus the gold, and an extra 5k in exchange for (Y/N). He’ll be back in a week to make the trade.”

“He didn’t say what he’d do to her if we don’t give him what he wants but… it’s not something that needs to be said,” Pope whispered as he carefully watched for JJ’s reaction.

A cold chill fell over JJ, causing him to shiver violently despite the warm temperature outside. “You’re lying,” he spat, forcing himself to his feet. Pope and Kie backed up, steering clear of his sudden burst of energy. “You’re fucking lying, she’s not- she’s not gone, he didn’t lay a fucking finger on her. Barry knows better. You just… you just want me to return the money, that’s it, she’s fine, she’s inside right now, she’s-”

“JJ, stop, please,” Kie cried as JJ spun around, tripping over himself in his haste to run up the stairs. Pope grabbed ahold of him before he could make it very far, pulling him away from the house and John B.’s anger. JJ flailed in his grasp, but he was too weak from the lack of oxygen and two beatings his body had just endured, to fight Pope off.

“She’s fine!” he screamed, not noticing the tears that were falling from his eyes. “I told her I would protect her, I promised nobody would ever lay a finger on her! She’s inside, and she’s fine--Barry didn’t fucking touch my girl, you’re lying,” he sobbed, straining against Pope’s hold on his biceps.

“Why would we lie about this?” Kie yelled back, suddenly overwhelmed with having to watch JJ fall apart like this in front of her. “Why would your best fucking friend try and beat you to death if it wasn’t true? Why would the gold have been included in the letter? Huh JJ? Do you think (Y/N) would have ever gone along with something like this?” she screamed, her voice hoarse from crying as well.

“We’re telling the truth, JJ. She’s gone,” Pope said, holding onto JJ even tighter as his thrashing momentarily increased.

JJ let the words wash over him, the truth of his mistake settling deep in his bones. The guilt, and the grief, and the anger weighed him down, and before he could stop himself, he let out a deep, guttural, inhumane scream of agony. Pope couldn’t hold him up anymore as JJ’s knees gave out, his entire body collapsing to the ground while he screamed. His throat burned more than it had before and he didn’t notice when his voice gave out, leaving him a mess on the floor with spit and blood dribbling from his gaping mouth. Pope cradled JJ to his chest, crying into his best friend’s shoulder while Kie fell beside the two, trying to get JJ to breathe again through her own tears.

Half an hour later, you were pulling up beside a hanger at the very back of a storage facility. You knew kooks used this area to store their boats, planes, cars, and other expensive things when they weren’t intending to be used in the near future--so you weren’t surprised when Rafe got out of the van and opened up the hanger, revealing a vintage boat and a handful of different furniture. With hurricane season already underway, and summer having begun, you knew kooks weren’t going to be visiting the storage facility very often, meaning there wasn’t a high hope that someone would stumble across you.

“Welcome to your new home, snowball,” Barry leered, before opening the backdoor and dragging you out of the SUV. He kept the gun pressed against your waist while leading you into the hanger, leaving Rafe to pull the SUV around the corner. It was cold inside, much colder than you were expecting, and you had to fight to keep a shiver from trickling down your spine. “You and I are gonna be real comfortable in here for the next week, maybe longer if your boy doesn’t come through.”

‘He’ll come through’, you thought to yourself, worry spiking inside of you at the mention of JJ. You looked over your shoulder as Rafe came into the hanger and loudly pulled the door down behind him. “So, what? You’re just going to keep me locked up in here until you get what you want? I have a fucking job, Barry. I’ve already called out enough as it is, pulling a no-call-no-show for an entire week is going to get me fired.”

Barry reeled around to stare at you, an incredulous look on his face. “I’ve just kidnapped you and held you at gunpoint, and you’re worried about your damn job?” he asked, waving the gun in front of your face for emphasis.

“Uh, yeah, no shit. My job is the only reason DCS hasn’t snatched me and my brother into the system. Mr. Carrera has agreed to help us maneuver a few technicalities with DCS--so long as I take on extra shifts when needed, and show the fuck up. Plus, a week’s worth of zero tips means bills won’t be paid and stomachs won’t be fed,” you scoffed, knocking the gun away from your face.

“I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, snowball-”

“Ay, nuh-uh, Country Club. Get your own nickname,” Barry cut in, prompting you to raise your eyebrows.

“But you-”

“Nope. Get your own.”

Rafe paused, glaring down at you in thought, before nodding to himself. “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, Maybitch-”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” you groaned, pressing your fingers to your forehead in exasperation. ‘It’s got a nice ring to it, though, and JJ would eat it up… Could even get a laugh out of Pope, I bet,’ you couldn’t help but think.

Barry knocked the gun against Rafe’s shoulder, shutting him up with a look of annoyance. “Your boy has gotten himself in a lotta trouble, 25k worth of trouble. So until I get my fucking money, you’re not going anywhere,” Barry simplified.

You pouted in mock disappointment, “Could you at least write a note to my boss?” Barry groaned with a roll of his eyes before he nodded his head at Rafe and directed him toward something you couldn’t see. “Look, I’m gonna be honest with you, Bear. JJ and the others have probably spent the money already. JJ’s got restitution to pay, Pope has an interview he needs a suit for, Kie’s been wanting a new surfboard, and Birdie’s been wanting to fix up our boat with somethin’ pretty. There’s no way they’d let 25 thousand dollars burn a hole in their pockets.”

Barry chuckled darkly with a shake of his head and turned your body around. He forced you to face the spot he had sent Rafe to, where you saw a metal chair bolted to the ground with Rafe stood beside it. He held a boat chain, a lock, and zip ties in his hands and a wicked grin was cracked along his face. Barry moved your ponytail out of the way so he could lean his chin on your shoulder, taking satisfaction in the way your body trembled. “Trust me, snowball, after they see how well you’ve been treated at Hotel Barry, they’ll find a way to get me my money. And you,” he paused to laugh softly in your ear, “you’ll be providing me all the information I need on where to find the rest of that gold.”

‘I’m so fucked.’

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snapefiction · 4 years ago

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#10. Slippery Slope - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 10 of Snapemas! I know this one is delayed but also much longer than my usual ones and completely different and it feels weird to publish smut

This one got longer than I wanted it to and more sexual than I wanted it too as well. I had no time to proof read it again. So please only read this if you're 18+. Enjoy!

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Adult!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Mention of Violence/Pain, NSFW, Smut 18+!

Word count: 5170

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name

#10. Slipperly Slope Smut - Snapemas Challenge

,When I’m back at home i´ll drink a cup of tea and just relax until New Years Eve.´ Thats what kept you moving through the small alley, hidden behind the shining Shops, the crowd of people and away from the small Cafe you work at. The cold made it’s way through your clothes and you felt naked. Like the freezing air left lovebites at your legs, crawling up to your chest, over your breasts, around the shoulders down your arms- you began to freeze.

This Winter was the worst one you ever witnessed. Actually you and the cold were friends you never got used to snow and the ice. The Sun was already setting down as you crossed the corner of the alley before walking over to the small way leading to the last few houses of this dammed edge of England. You knew no one here. You came here alone a few years ago when there was no going back to your family, to the house you grew up in or anyone else. You were left completely alone and this hole- this last spot in this Town that no one - not even the ones who were born here knew- this is where you had to make yourself a home.

Taking one last deep breath only to release a small cloud of oxygen leaving your lungs seconds after you took the steps up to the entrance of your so what called home. But when you could already imagine the warmth of the safety hitting your skin your feet slipped on one of the steps and your chest, hands, knees and almost your nose hitted against the bricks from under your feet. Out of shock your fingers let go of your keys which flew right into the drain next to your House entrance. The Ice was even more merciless than the wind who crawled into your skin earlier. Mixed with little stones and dust from the street it pressed itself into your body and left little cuts. Closing your eyes for a second you knew that you wouldn’t be able to get those keys back as they would now already swimming deep down under the surface of the street. Trying to get up you checked your Hands. One Cut at the side of your hand that tried to hold you when you slipped. Your arm hurt, but it was alright. The worst thing were your rips. It felt like someone was punching you deeply and as you slid one of your fingers over them through your thick Jacket you already had to flinch. It was bad and all you wanted was this day to end. For a short moment you thought about letting all your emotions out. Crying out of Pain, Screaming out of anger, Pleading for something that felt like love, hoping for an way out of your daily dark thoughts and a way out of this place. Or maybe just a savior to call your own. But your rational thought overtook again.

You couldn’t stay out for any longer or else you’d become sick or probably could freeze to death. Biting your Nails you thought of a solution. The windows were all locked and you couldn’t climb on the wall as your ribs hurted too bad plus it was way to slippery, your spare key got stolen weeks ago, you didn’t knew how to unlock locked doors with a hair clip or anything else that would get you into your house but calling your landlord hoping he could help you. With a checking Glance over to the house a few meters away you hoped that your neighbours where home and no serial killers. Even if they were Serial Killers, it couldn’t get any worse than how you currently live and it would be more interesting than anything that had happened to you in the last few years in general. Also you knew how to do karate- or at least you thought you knew how to do it.

Slowly getting down on your icy steps and walking over to your neighbours house you gave it a closer look. It wasn’t special, it was one of there houses that you knew that they were there but probably never truly recognised. It was dark- no, it was dirty and old. Not very trustworthy but currently your only chance. As earlier you took a deep breath again and knocked, hoping for some warmth to release your tension that had build up from the long time in the cold. At first there was no answer. A desperation build up in you. Looking on the doorbell you saw the name written on it. ,S. Snape´. You never heard this name before.

,,Mr. Snape? Mr. Snape? Could you- I need help.“ Cringing at your own words, at the fact of how vulnerable you made yourself you knocked again.

,,If I could just use your cellphone for a minute- I’m your neighbour.“ The door opened only to reveal a tall man, with dark clothes and a strict look on his face. Not to mention his shoulder length, black hair and his perfume of tea, pine and old books. Taken by his presence you only realised that he was waiting for an introduction or explanation as he raised his dark eyebrow.

,,I- I slipped on my steps and my keys erm- flew into the drain. If I could call my Landlord really quick that’d be really nice.“ Closing his eyes for a second you noticed how deep brown- almost black- is that even possible- are. ,,I won’t bother you for long.“ Promising, pleading you looked up to him. With a small Move he went to the side so you could slide in.

,,Come in.“ He added to his obvious invite. His deep voice slightly echoed through the house. Following him you tried to brush some dirt off your Jacket without crossing the area where your skin still pulsates before entering the Kitchen where he simply put a Telephone in your hands. Thanking him with a small embarrassed smile and a short nod you dialled the number. You knew the number too well by now. There was always a problem at or with the house. Something was always broken and you had to call him every two weeks by now. The beeping wouldn’t stop and your mind already knew he wouldn’t pick up today. It was too late in the evening. Biting your Lip you hung up only to feel another heavy weight laying down on your chest. ,,Thank you, Mr. Snape.“ Mumbling you looked down to the ground only to remember that this was going to be an cold night. Wiping your running nose with the side of your arm and trying to keep the upcoming tears I your eyes you made your way back to the entrance from where your neighbour had led you. ,,Merry Christmas.“ You added before offering a last devastated smile and walking over back to the Entrance of your House. Mr. Snape hasn’t said anything but replied to you Merry Christmas with an ,,You too.“ Before he quickly closed the door.

So you sat in front of your door, the Back carefully leaned against the cold wood, trying not to touch your rip and letting the tears fall. Pulling your knees as close as possible you never felt this lonely before. The Tears rolled over your puffy cheeks which were also the last warm thing on you. What were you supposed to do but drown yourself in sorrow already? Never before has a Christmas be as bad as this one. Minutes passed and the last thing that came into your mind was sneaking back to work after everyone left. Until the cafe closed you still had a couple of hours to wait so you could sneak in from one of the windows that wasn’t working properly anymore. Sighing you now wiped your eyes. The cold was unbearable and just painful by now. Laying your head on your knees you hoped to hide from the falling snow that became heavier and heavier by now. But instead it made you almost fall asleep. You were just tired, your eyes so heavy and your mind so lost. A slumber almost reached you until you heard snow crunch in front of you. Weakly looking up you saw Mr. Snape. In his tall hands he held a patterned Blanket. ,,Would you like to come in? You’ll freeze to death out here.“ He was right. Your fingers were about to turn blue and until the cafe closed you were probably taken by the cold. With much caution he opened the Blanket to pull it over your shoulders and helped you up. Your feet hurt by now too, everything did. As Mr. Snape noticed your trembling he held his arm around you.

,,Let me help you.“ Drained you let him lead you, back into his house, through his kitchen in front of his cabin. Across of the Sofa he sat you on you saw a small reflection of yourself. Your lips were blue and not rosy anymore. This is where life has brought you. Taking a deep breath you leaned your head against the sofa. Taking in the sudden warm you are more and more tired. As the warmth hit your freezing skin you could feel little thunders hitting your skin and the storm inside of your growling. Too exhausted to care you drifted asleep.

As he sat the nameless woman down on his couch he instantly knew he had to warm her up. Make some tea, get more blankets, maybe something to eat too? But as he brought her a tea he noticed that she had fallen asleep by now. Silently he spoke a few Spells to make her feel better soon before getting back to the kitchen. Severus looked at the painting hanging above his fridge.

,,Lily, what the hell am I supposed to do?“ He whispered overwhelmed at the red haired woman. She just rolled his eyes.

,,She was almost freezing , maybe help her warm up? Ugh, you fought the dark lord and have no idea of how to treat humans. Kind of funny.“ Angrily he shot at her with an angry Glare. She was his best friend and knew perfectly fine how to pick up on him.

,,Genius.“ He mumbled sarcastically as he took out one of his pots out of his cupboards to warm up a chicken soup. Turning on the stove he scratched his collar only to reach the spot where Nagini left this deep scar. Whenever he heard someone mention the dark lord he had this feeling to itch his scar. It became an uncomfortable habitat.

,,You really need to work on your social anxiety. It’s been a few years by now.“ Lily now spoke softer and followed his steps with her eyes in worry.

,,Yes, seven to be exact but as you may have seen I opened the door to someone and let her in.“ Taking out his wand to do the rest of the cooking he pressed his lips together. Merlin, he loved his best friend but she could grow quite annoying sometimes.

,,Fine. Just be nice, okay? It was hard enough to get you open that door so you can at least be polite. She’s really not doing well.“ Again she was worried but now over that girl laying on the couch still wrapped in blankets and her winter jacket.

,,I am as always ,nice´.“ Severus now spoke, filled some soup in a small bowl, signed her to be quite and walked into his living room again.

Setting down the bowl he stood there awkwardly. Should he speak to her? Tap her shoulder? Let her sleep? He decided to clear his throat and watch her slowly wake up. Looking at her red puffy eyes made him feel sorry for his incompetence to let her stay from the moment she knocked on his door. Collecting his words and building an sentence with everything he wanted to say he sat down on the small armchair to her right.

,,I made you soup.“ A poet. You’re a literal Poet, Severus. Dumbass he thought to himself before pointing at the Bowl in front of her. Again she just smiled shyly and kept her glance low from him. He’d really like to see her eyes. What colour were they exactly?

,,Thank you.“ Her hoarse voice made him remember the Tea he made for her. He brewed a new Kettle for her. Peppermint Tea. He always drinks black tea but for her he almost crawled into his cupboard only to find the last bag of peppermint tea. He again moved in his chair only to push the cup closer to her.

,,It’s Peppermint.“ Every inch of creativity has obviously left his Body, he thought to himself. Maybe ask about her day, he could almost hear Lilys Voice in the back of his Head. Well it must have been a bad one if she sat crying in front of her door and almost froze to death. Ask her something. Something creative. Thousands of Thoughts ran though his mind but non made him comfortable so he chosed the first one he could catch.

,,D- Do you like dogs?“ His voice trembled. The prettiest Girl he had met in a eternity was sitting in front of him and he asked her about-.. dogs?

You had to keep yourself together not to burst out laughing. Your Mouth almost couldn’t keep the warm tea in your mouth as you though about this terribly random question and your lips arched into a smile. Swallowing the sip you still ha din your mouth you nodded before placing the cup back down.

,,Actually, yes, I do. And what about you?“ Nodding he clasped his hands together visibly nervous.

,,I never had one but someone at my Work, Hagrid, had this huge dog. He was kind of precious. Scary but precious.“ Blinking a few times you tried to follow his intentions. Probably he was just trying to start some smalltalk. The mysterious scary man I just met a few hours ago invites me in to offer me soup and talk about dogs? Well, you loved dogs so that wasn’t the issue. It was just that his random kindness surprised you and totally caught you off guard.

,,Thank you again, Mr. Snape. That’s too kind of you.“ His tension eased and he took a deep breath.

,,My name is YN, by the way. YN YLN.“ You added before taking another sip. This Tea was terribly sweet. You preferred black tea to be honest but at this moment everything was perfect.

,,Severus. My Name is Severus.“ Smiling you ate the last spoonful of Soup before sitting back again.

,,Would you mind if I use your Bathroom before I leave?“

,,Leave? I thought you lost your keys?“ His Surprise was clearly to see.

,,Well, yes. I still need to find a place for tonight. I thought about staying at my working place that should be fine.. I guess.“ Your insecurity was clearly visible.

,,You can stay here.“ Scratching his throat he looked at you. ,,If you want to, of course.“ There was something in the way he looked at you, you knew he cared. And you’re not gonna lie, you weren’t hyped up about walking back all the way into the city just to maybe get into the crappy Cafe. Severus seemed trustworthy enough to stay the night, you told yourself and instantly hoped so.

,,Thank you again.“ Breathing out you felt release on your chest. The Ribs still hurt but the psychic stress eased a bit up. Thankfully for his offer you took off your jacket. Your skin wasn’t as cold as early anymore. Severus guided you to the Bathroom down the floor and could finally inspect your wounds on your ribs. Closing the door you quickly pulled up the shirt from the side only to reveal dark purple skin. ,,Shit.“ It was worse than you anticipated. Pulling your shirt back down again you now inspected your arms. You were okay. After the Holidays you should seek a Doctor but for now you couldn’t do anything but try to ignore this huge bruise. After using the Toilet you tried to wash your face. There was still some dirt above your eyebrow but you couldn’t move down. The Pain took your breath away.

,,Is everything okay?“ You heard Severus asking from the outside of the door. Opening the door you smiled at him awkwardly. ,

,Yes, sorry for taking do long I was just trying to wash my face.“ Confused he nodded and walked into the Bathroom only to give you a washcloth and a towel. ,,Take your time.“ Deciding whether her whether not to tell him you gave in.

,,It’s not about that. I tried to do it in the sink but..“ You moved your shirt up so he could see the bruise which even led over to your Back. He scrunched his face in empathy. ,,From slipping on the Steps?“ He asked more silently. ,,Uh huh.“ He signed you to sit on the rim of the Bathtub. ,,Let me get something really quick.“ He mumbled as his tall legs carried him away fastly. Waiting for him you firstly noticed how simple his house was. He had almost no personal items standing around. - Is this a sign for someone to be a serial Killer or was he just a minimalist or something? Wondering about his Edgy Style you almost didn’t hear him coming back. Holding two vials in his hands he gave you the green one. ,,If you let a few drops run over the Bruise it’ll be gone almost instantly.“

Instantly? He must be very convinced of his little medicine slime. Not really convinced you just agreed and pulled your shirt up again. He watched you opening the vial. ,, A few drops would do it.“

,,Could you help me? I can’t raise my arm that high I guess.“ Shyly he firstly hesitated but then took the vial back in his big hand. You liked his hands. They matched him well. Tall, Slender but pretty- for hands.

,,Ready?“ He asked and you nodded to signal him to start. Seconds later you felt something dripping over your Bruise. Even this small contact hurt. A slight Burn was felt and then it vanished. Confused you looked down. The Bruise was gone. ,,How does this work? I don’t understand?“ Turning back to Severus you noticed how he just smiled simply.

,,I told you it works wonders.“ Getting up to look in the Mirror you inspected it closely. Even the Lotion vanished.

,,What is this?“ As you attempted to walk back to him you almost bumped into him but could stop a few centimetres away from him.

,,It’s Bruisewort Balm.“ His deep voice left goosebumps on your skin. Severus was confusing you but also in a good way. Where were your Thoughts again? Today was the worst day you had in years and now all you could think about this tall black haired man in front of you. You thought he was pretty when you saw him earlier but now he was way more attractive. ,,I can help you with your cut hand as well.“ You felt the vibrations of his chest against yours. Did you got closer? Were you imagining it? As you didn’t answer he gently took your Hand in his. Again he opened the small vial and let a few drops fall on the wound. Your eyes were locked with the sight of his eyes as you didn’t even cared what he did. ,

,Staring is not very polite.“ He said low looking back to you as he finished healing your hand. Blushing you tried to look at something else but him but couldn’t find anything but his chest. ,,I’m Sorry.“ His fingers now took your chin in his Hand. Making you look up at him again.

,,What’s on your mind?“ Was he serious? His eyes wanders over your face scanning for any bruises. Breathing heavier you tried to think of something to say. Saying ,You, Mr.´ would be inappropriate, would it? Raising his Eyebrow you wondered if you said that loud. Your chin still between his fingers he got a little bit closer to you.

,,Use your words.“ He said demanding in an almost growling tone. This whole Situation made your knees weak. How could this shy man turn into such a demanding one so quickly? Your thoughts were now racing in an incredible speed. He demanded the Truth? He’ll get the Truth.

,,About you, Mr. Snape.“ Not knowing why you didn’t call him by his Forename you bit your lip. His eyes wandered down your face, following the movements of your lips only to look back into your eyes. His Hand wandered down your side only to remain above your hip. You knew too well how this would end or at least you hoped it would end the way you thought it would. Feeling him so close you wished for nothing more but to feel his lips on yours. Feel him touching the places that were longing for him so badly.

,,Tell me what you want to do, Y/N.“ He whispered in your ear now. ,,What you want me to do.“ He added as he placed a small kiss on your neck right under your ear. Your chest was rising even faster now. Did he knew which effects these words had on you? Impatiently you waited for him to kiss you again. It didn’t matter where. If it was your cheek, chest, neck or your lips. But you needed it now.

,,Kiss me.“ His eyes looked into yours again. He raised his other hand only to let his thumb brush over your lower lip. His eyes always stayed on you. Licking his lip he slightly shook his head.

,,You have to ask nicely.“ He teased and his hand which touched your lip made its way to your neck. He held you close and there was no where else you’d want to be right now.

,,Please. Kiss me, Please.“ Smirking he got so close you could feel his nose slightly touching your cheek.

,,How polite.“ Was the last mumble he let out before his rosy Lips carefully touched yours only to deepen the kiss a few seconds after. A small Moan left your mouth. Feeling his lips curling into another smile again you had to smile too. Your chest was tingling and your body felt burning. Burning for more but he only let go. Desperate for his touch you only watched him letting go of you. Did you do something wrong? His long statue left the Bathroom. You stood there frozen, this time it was a different type of frozen as earlier. Turning to the mirror you quickly checked your look. Your Pupils were widened, your lips plump and you felt like everyone could see what type of thoughts you have about this man right now. Not thinking twice you followed him. ,,Severus-“ but he sat on the Armchair again. With a Book in his hands he looked like this wasn’t just happening while you stood in the doorframe and your panties were soaked only because of him. He didn’t even respond to you calling his name. Getting back on the couch you just looked at him. How he turned the page of the green, golden book. How his eyes scanned the sentences. How his shoulders leaned against the soft cushion of the armchair.

,,Severus?“ You repeated hoping for any type of attention. He lowered the book and his eyes darted yours waiting for your Question. ,,Why did you leave?“ He raised the book again and began to spoke. ,

,I don’t want you to regret this.“ Regret? You shook your head.

,,I won’t.“ As if he didn’t hear it he continued reading. ,,Also, I’m probably not your type.“ He talked about everything you had in mind like it was the weather.

,,I think you’re my type.“ Trembling you were just whispering. He lowered the Book again only to lay it in his lap. ,

,Do you even know what type I am talking about?“ ,,You mean .. demanding?“ Trying not to laugh he nodded. ,,Demanding.“ He agreed using the words you used.

,,Please.“ You pleaded. Severus did something to you you couldn’t explain.

,,If you really want this you have to follow orders.“ Blindly you’d agree to anything he’d say.

,,I will.“ The excitement inside of you grew. What was he going to do to you?

,,On your Knees then.“ He just said and watched you slide from the couch on your knees. Smirking he got up and got closer to you. ,,Look up.“ He wasn’t speaking nicely anymore. It was just demands. His Hand took your chin in his hand again. This time it was more harsh but it made you only wanting more. ,,If you want me to stop, you’ll ask me to stop by my forename. Only then it’s Severus to you. Until we’re done its Mr. Snape. Understand?“ Your Heart was almost jumping out of your chest. You could feel the impatience between your legs only grow.

,,Understood, Mr. Snape.“ His eyes looked up and down and you again.

,,Now get up again and tell me what you want me to do to you?“ Getting up you noticed his Bulge growing.

,,I- I“ you stuttered. His Eyebrow arched up. He waited for you patiently. ,,I want to please you, Mr. Snape.“

His strict expression always faded whenever you worded your wishes. Even if he knew what was on your mind he loved how shy you were about it. Sitting down on the couch he looked up and down on you again. He had to hold him together not to take out his dick and just fuck you mindlessly. But he just tapped on his lap. Y/N sat down on him instantly.

,,Good Girl.“ Mumbling he placed kissed down her neck again. Sloppy ones, the type that would leave marks. Again she began to moan. It was like music to his ears. Her beautiful voice longing for him to touch her more, give her more of him. His mouth wandered down towards her chest only to be stopped by the edge of her Pullover. ,,Arms up, Kitten.“ He pulled up her Pullover only to reveal a lace bra. A deep Moan he has been holding for a few moments now finally left his Throat. His Dick throbbed against the fabric of his trousers. She must’ve felt it as she began to slightly rub her hip against him. His Mouth connected itself with her chest again. Biting carefully, kissing softly. Taking her breasts in his hands, cupping them completely only to make her moan louder as he pinched her nipples through the thin white lace.

,,Take it off.“ Quickly she followed his orders. He loved it whenever she’d do as he told her. Watching her revealing herself to him, grinding on his lap, slowly kneading her own breasts only for him to see he couldn’t help himself but thinking this must’ve been a dream. ,,YN, get up again.“ Her cheeks were so reed from all the stimulation she got from him, her eyes now wide open fearing she did something wrong. But as her shaking legs made her stand in front of Severus she knew she was more than just alright. His Hands wandered over her Breasts again. Pinching them, kissing them and letting his tongue slowly run over them. As his Mouth laid on one nipple his hand touched the other one. Whenever she moaned he would go harder, it would motivate him. Making him eager to bite lightly into them and then suddenly let go of her only to pull down her Jeans and make her undress completely for him. For his hungry eyes and dark thoughts. As her Panties hit the ground he could see how soaked they were. Quickly Severus pointed to the ground where she kneeled down again. He slowly opened the Button of his Pants. Pushing the clothes to his ankles he hissed as she without waiting or thinking about it begun to suck him off. Shyly she only took the Tip in at first. He gave her some Time but then carefully pressed her Head down further. He was already hard and had to take care that he wouldn’t cum right away. Her pretty eyes and the way she talked to him drove him crazy. Softly her tongue swirled around his member and it was too much for him. ,,Get on my lap again.“ Quickly she did as she was told only to slide down on his dick. ,,Ride it.“ Her innocent eyes could make him cum without she would have to touch him. Slowly she got up and down. YN´s Moaning was filling the room. Severus pinched her nipples again, her plump lips were almost begging to be kissed. She was a goddess. Without thinking about it he did it. Kissing her lips he felt like she was demanding now. He’d do anything for her at this point. Just the elegant way she rode his dick so well made him moan again.

,,Mr. Snape, I- I´m close.“ Huffing he looked her in the eyes again. ,,Close to what, baby? You need to use full sentences.“ She moaned even louder now. His Mouth again teasing her nipples. ,,I´m close- close to cum-m.“ He held her sides to guide her up and down by now. She was getting more and more exhausted. Her thrusts became more and more sloppy. ,,Then cum with me, will you?“ Y/N nodded. ,,Yes, Mr. Snape.“ Her head hung on his shoulder as she was humming, making him hear her moans even closer and even more louder. That was the last thing it took him to cum. Filling her up, closing his eyes enjoying the intimacy. When they were done she didn’t got up instantly but waited a few seconds.

You felt his Arms holding you as his breathes hit your shoulder. Smiling you looked up at him again and pushed a few strains of hair out of his face. Daring to kiss him you felt so close to him, you never felt this intimacy before. It was a small but beautiful kiss before you slowly got up again and hurried to the bathroom to clean yourself. Severus instead just put on his Pants again and took off his long Pullover. There was no Time for that earlier. Smirking he walked into the kitchen so he could at least offer you a cup of tea.

,,You’re disgusting. Couldn’t you do that in your Bedroom?“ Lily grunted and made herself and Severus just laugh.

,,Oh shut it, Lily. You just could’ve changed the Painting. Now shh, Y/N´s coming back.“ She rolled her eyes and went back to her pose. Only to watch her best friend getting known to his future girlfriend.

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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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Hi! If this isn’t already done can I request headcanons for Kiri and Bakugo abt a class movie night and falling asleep on them in the middle of it, their reactions/the class’s reactions? Thank so much your stuff is literally amazing!

Omg, thank you for liking my stuff anon, that makes my day! 😭💕 and omg NO THIS HASNT BEEN REQUESTED THIS SO CUTE AHHHHHHH-

I used some prompts from @bnhabookclub Mermay Event from the discord, so deifnitely go check it out if you haven’t! Here’s the link

Pairings: Kirishima x reader, Bakugo x reader

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Kirishima

Oh my god are you trying to break this boy???

Kirishima has been pining for you for what seems like weeks-he doesn’t show his affection too outwardly

but his constant blushing and stuttering around you, and the fact he follows you like a dang puppy makes it very apparent he is head over heels for you

So when Class 1-A decides to do a movie night, he is more than excited cause it means more time to spend with you!

He honestly didn’t expect for the night to go as well as it did-he got to talk to you, even make you laugh, and somehow get you to sit next to him during the movie

He was literally on Cloud 9 right now, feeling the heat practically radiating off your skin as you sat next to him, your hands hugging your knees gently

The room was completely dark, only for the brightness of the TV screen projecting the movie

You all watched round after round of movies, until it was 3 in the morning and only a handful of you were still actually alive

Kamianri was passed out in a bowl of popcorn

You were now watching Mary Poppins for some odd reason, a yawn spilling out of your lips every few minutes

Kirishima instantly noticed your tired state, his sleepy eyes resting on yours

“You feeling sleepy?” He asked gingerly, his voice sweet as he gazed at your face

You gave him a numb nod, trying to surpress yet another yawn

He gave you a small smile, his voice quiet. “You can go to sleep if you want, almost everybody else is asleep now.”

“Oh-okay,” you closed your eyes, your head resting against his shoulder as you snuggled into his warm neck

Hahahah Kirishima has died

His face immediately erupted in red, his body stiffening-he honestly had meant that you would be okay to go up to your room and sleep, not sleep on him.

But was he complaining?

HELL NO

You were so adorable, your head resting on his body as you snuggled into him, your breath fanning his skin and giving him goosebumps

He was still in shock, his body still completely rigid with the sudden change in events

You felt this, though, your head lifting to look at his face

“Are you okay with me-?”

“Oh yeah, sorry!” He chuckled nervously, his hands scratching the back of his neck.

You gave him a small smile, deciding that his shoulder wasn’t the most comfortable spot and deciding to lay your head in his lap instead

HE IS NOW REALLY DECEASED

God, now you were snuggling into his legs

You seriously couldn’t be any more cuter in this moment

Kirishima felt the need to touch your hair, trying to justify that he was doing this to simply put you to sleep

Even though he just really wanted to feel how your hair felt

His fingers gently caresses your head, loving how calm you looked once he began to pet you

He couldn’t help but just be in awe of your beauty-you honestly looked like a sleeping angel to him as you snuggled into his lap

He noticed you had fallen asleep, your breathing much deeper and slower than before

“Your hair is so soft...” he allowed himself to say, his voice wispy from being in complete awe by you

“Oi dumbass, stop being a creep will ya? We all know you like her-just ask her out already,” he heard his loud mouthed friend yell from across the room

Kirishima jumped, fear riddling in his stomach

The hell was Bakugo thinking?!? You could have heard that!!!

Kirishima quickly looked down, searching your face for any sign that you had heard

To his relief, you didn’t seem to have heard anything, and that you were still asleep...

Oh poor Kiri tho-he seemed to have missed the small smirk you were sporting in your “sleep”

Bakugo

This boy right here

He is SOFT for this moment

He has been waiting for this for dayyyssssss-

Will he admit to it? No. But he has just take my word for it

Honestly when he heard the idea of a movie night he thought it was so stupid

He could be sleeping over dealing with his idiot classmates

The way his friends got him to go was they may or may not have dropped the info thatd you be there

“Please, can you stop being a party pooper and just go with us?!” Mina whined, her arms flailed out dramatically

Bakugo scoffed, wrapping his arms around his chest

“Oh cmon Bakubro, y/n’s gonna be thereeee,” Kirishima teased, his pointy teeth flashing

Bakugo turned his head-his damn friends would not win-but...

“Fine,” he acted like he was exasperated, as if he only gave in because he was sick of hearing them, “I’ll think about.”

What a damn lie he already decided to go the minute Kiri said your name

The night of the movie night, he was being sooooo possessive

It literally was a fucking miracle you didn’t notice his crush on you at this point

He always seemed to be next to you or a few paces away, watching you with intentful eyes

He was just making sure that nobody tried to touch or get with what was his-or-well-

would be his in the future

Bakugo sat himself on the couch, making sure to keep give anyone who tried to sit next him the biggest evil eye

That seat was for you and you only- he was somehow gonna get you to sit next to him if it was the last thing he did

To his relief, he watched your stride over, his body language loose even though he was freaking out internally

“Anybody sitting here?” You asked sweetly, a bottle of soda in your hand

He roled his eyes, moving his hand behind the couch so it would rest behind your head

“Does it look like anyones sitting here? Just go for it dumbass,”

You gave him a concerned smile, his harsh words making you a little hesitant to sit-but you did it anyway

Even though Bakugo was internally kicking himself in the ass for making you uncomfortable,he was over the moon you had actually sat next to him

Someone turned off the lights, and you all started the long ass movie marathon

Bakugo was bored in .02 seconds-who the hell in there right mind wanted to watch Disney movies??? The hell???

You seemed to be enjoying it, your body radiating excitement as you sipped your soda, so engrossed by the movie you didn’t even notice Bakugo’s staring

He honestly needed to stop-he felt like a creep as he gave you long side glances, his hand itching to wrap around your shoulder

Until this baby got tired.

Like hecka tired.

He was honestly gonna pass out on you before you did it first

Your head lolled onto his shirt, a heavy sensation erupting on his skin

He turned-and god he could have died right then and there

There you were, snuggling to him like a little puppy

Lowkey was internally screaming with happiness

He gave out a low chuckle, seemingly waking you up from you half asleep daze

Your heart shot up, your sleepy expression so cute and endearing to him

“I’m sorry-I didnt relaized I feel asleep-“ you whispered sheepishly

“Your tired right?” He asked, his voice gruff from being so low

You yawned, nodding your head at the same time

“Then it’s not that complicated, dumbass,” he grinned, a note of sweetness in his voice, “Just sleep on me,”

You grinned, nuzzling your head back into his neck-

“Good-‘cause your so comfy and warm Bakugo...”

His cheeks instantly erupted in red by your words, your sigh signaling you were fast asleep

Well shit-if your being so damn comfortable with him, mine as well do it too

Bakugo allowed himself to rest his head on yours, loving how soft your hair felt against his cheeks

Boy knocked out in 10 seconds

This whole scene did not go unnoticed by his friends and you bet your ass they were all giggling as they took photos of the two of you curled up all cute against each other-this was pure blackmail and they were ready to use it

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spicysoftsweet · 3 years ago

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Chapter 10

Masterlist

tw death, vague suicidal ideation

When Kaksi woke up in the emergency room in the nearest hospital, confusion overtook her. It took a little while to get over her lightheadedness and the pain she felt from what she assumed was the injury that brought her here. It seemed that she was fine; however, the doctor had reassured her once examining her briefly.

Remembering how she had passed out, she was relieved to see familiar faces next to her. But seeing Chifuyu and Takemichi’s puffy red eyes and bruised faces was in no way comforting. She was afraid to ask what had happened.

“Where’s Kumi?” she inquired instead.

Takemichi took a moment before answering, wondering where to even begin when the girl would ask what had unfolded while she had been unconscious.

“She must be home by now.”

The silence was heavy but Kaksi needed answers, even though she was unprepared for them.

“What…” she hesitated. “What happened?”

Takemichi bit his lips, feeling a new wave of fresh tears coming, blurring his vision completely. Yet the most heartbreaking sight was Chifuyu’s trembling body as he started sobbing once again. A few tears rolled down Kaksi’s cheeks in response, shocked to see the happy boy she knew break down in front of her like this.

“I’m so sorry, Kaksi,” Takemichi said, voice breaking. “I couldn’t save Baji-kun.”

Kaksi bit her lip as her tears fell uncontrollably.

He couldn’t save Baji? What did he mean?

“What are you talking about?” she asked, the words barely coming out as her throat was tightening.

She only received the sounds of Chifuyu and Takemichi’s pain as an answer for a moment, making her feel like it was impossible to breathe.

“Baji didn’t make it,” Chifuyu choked out in between sobs. “He’s dead, Kaksi. I’m so sorry.”

Kaksi’s heartbeat was so awfully loud she felt like her ears should be bleeding.

“That’s not true,” she said, shaking her head and tasting her tears as she spoke.

Chifuyu, wishing that it wasn’t, couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to exit the emergency rooms. Takemichi didn’t stop him and stood by Kaksi’s bed wondering if there were any words of comfort he could give even though desperation was what ate away at everyone at that moment.

“Baji’s one of the strongest people I know,” she said, brown eyes staring into nothing. “He would never…”

She couldn’t say it, she couldn’t face it. Kaksi shook her head, wiping off her tears with the back of her hand. Maybe if she believed it hard enough, Baji would be out the door ready to make fun of her for passing out from a single punch.

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Mitsuya paced slowly, his whole body aching just as much physically as much as he was emotionally, in the direction of Kumi’s house, with Kumi in his arms.

She had not wanted to leave, even when the police were approaching, meaning he had to all but rip her away from Baji’s body, throwing her over his shoulder as he ran with the rest of his crew, leaving just Kazutora and his dead friend behind.

She’d fought against him and then eventually tired out, crying so much that she’d even puked and it had just barely missed his shirt. Now she was fast asleep as though she had drunk heavily, and night was falling. He looked terribly suspicious; it was obvious he’d been in a fight and he looked miserable, plus he was carrying an unconscious girl in the street.

But he’d do it for her, for his friend who was clearly just as traumatized as he was right now. Neither of them could have foreseen things going this way.

Mitsuya knocked on the door of her house to see her father open the door, and the older man’s eyes widened then his lips pulled into an angry scowl as he took the two teenagers in.

Before he could start yelling, Mitsuya bowed as best he could with the load he was carrying.

“She’s fine, sir, I apologize for bringing your daughter back in this state. I promise she is okay and nothing has happened to her.”

He was partially right.

Kumi’s father all but snatched his daughter out of the young boy’s arms as her mother came over to inspect the young girl’s tear-stained face and hair matted with sweat and tears and vomit.

“She better be fine,” Kumi’s father muttered in a threatening tone. Her mother gave him a harsh look, then turned back to the young man and thanked him softly.

Maybe if he had known what Mitsuya had seen, he would have understood why Mitsuya said nothing more, and turned on his heels to go home as fast as he could.

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Kumi did not show up to school for the rest of the week.

The first day her parents forgave her, knowing that whatever had happened had been significant enough if it had sapped her will to wake up in the morning, and as she lay wrapped up in a blanket in a dark room, they watched over her carefully, coaxing her to speak with soft words and warm meals to no avail. Kumi neither looked at them, nor her phone, just periodically at the picture of Baji and her, just a day ago stuffed in her drawer out of irritation, and now lain beside her in her bed.

The second day, her mother begged her to come down for meals at the very least and after several minutes of pleading, gave up and brought soup up to her room instead. When she returned a couple hours later, the soup was no longer untouched, and so her mother was thankful that she’d at least eaten. She tried her luck again at asking her if she wanted to talk, and though Kumi used her voice for once, all she said was ‘no.’

The third day, her father dragged the covers off of her at the crack of dawn in time for class and gave her an ultimatum the moment she stirred, eyes puffy from crying overnight.

“Either you tell us what happened so I can punish whoever’s responsible or you go to school as usual if you want to act like nothing happened.”

Her father’s voice was stern, even if it was out of an abundance of love and fear.

Kumi continued to stare at the wall, and her father, angry as he thought of the millions of awful things that that young man with the lilac hair who brought back his puke-covered daughter could have done to her, clenched his fists where he stood.

“You will not continue to ignore us! Your mother is worried sick,” he said, reaching over to turn her so that she faced him.

“Leave me alone!” She shrieked, and her father recoiled, shocked at the distress in her voice. Kumi had always been an obedient child, and now she shook like paper in her bed, curling up against the wall into fetal position. Her father noticed the picture now on the other side of her bed, and picked it up taking a good look at it, and was instantly infuriated.

“Is this all over a boy?”

Kumi grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, hugging herself. She said nothing.

Her father groaned, resisting the urge to tear up the picture to prove to her that any breakup at this young age was meaningless, but then placed it back down on her desk instead. He took a deep breath, then sat down on the edge of her bed, finally softening his voice.

“Did anyone hurt you?” He asked. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to hear any other answer than no.

She shook her head no, and he sighed in relief. He placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it.

“Sweetheart, I know it hurts but boys come and go.”

It was the worst thing he could have possibly said at that moment, and because Kumi was still facing the wall, he didn’t realize how badly he had renewed her anguish. Her legs curled up and she nodded slowly, holding her tears as her father, none the wiser, kissed her atop the head and rubbed her back again.

“It’s his birthday today, and I can’t celebrate it with him,” she whispered with sobs. Her father gave her another pat on the head.

“There will be other birthday parties you can go to, honey, it’s okay.”

Kumi swallowed something like acid in her throat. He had no idea.

“You’re going back to school first thing tomorrow, okay darling?” Her father added, believing in his heart of hearts that he’d helped fix the problem.

The moment he stepped out, she buried her face into the pillow, and sobbed anew.

On day four, Kumi woke up early in the morning, slightly dizzy from multiple days of crying and poor hydration and missed sun, and willed herself to get ready for school.

As she made her way to the kitchen, her parents looked at her warily as she sat at the breakfast table.

“Good morning, honey, would you like anything special for breakfast?” Her mother asked, still hovering over the stove. Her father glanced at her hopefully over the morning newspaper and a cup of coffee.

The desire to either rewind time or disappear entirely from the face of the earth occurred to her for a split second, but she settled for asking for an omelet. Something simple that would go down her sore throat without resistance.

She sat at the table without an additional word, picking at her eggs with a fork once the steaming meal was set in front of her.

She paused, and then tears ran down her cheeks, yet again.

“Kumi…”

She wiped her tears roughly and then shoveled eggs into her mouth, barely chewing before she swallowed. Her mother was by her side in moments, and her father, at wit’s end set down his newspaper, unsure of what to do.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t… I can’t seem to stop,” Kumi croaked out of embarrassment as her mother hugged her. “I’ve been trying to stop… It just hurts too much.”

“What hurts, darling?”

Before she could muster anything to explain, there was a sudden knock at the door. It was probably too early in the morning for normal visitors, and Kumi’s father rose to get the door.

At the door was a harried woman he had never seen before, with dark, wavy hair and fox-like brown eyes tied in a messy ponytail. She looked like she was well into middle age but gracefully so and her body seemed to shake as he opened the door, and when she looked up to meet his eyes, her gaze was even more clouded than his daughter.

“Is this the right home? I was told that this was where Kumi-chan lived?” The lady’s voice was husky as though she were sick or had just smoked, and her words cracked as she spoke.

The strange occurrences were accumulating far too quickly and Kumi’s father, taking in the stranger’s disheveled appearance in jeans and a t-shirt, was starting to become overwhelmed. His first impulse was to politely lie, but before he could come up with a word to say, Kumi pushed her way past him and into the woman’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I should have done something,” she cried, and the woman held her, crying softly too as she stroked her hair. “I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t do anything, I-”

Baji’s mother nodded while her own parents stood in dumbfounded shock.

“Please come to the funeral, Kumi-chan,” she said finally, squatting to meet her at eye level, a sad smile on her face. It pained her to look at this little girl who clearly loved her son so much, and it pained Kumi to look at his mother, who looked so much like him. “He would have wanted you to be there.”

Kumi felt bile rise in her throat, but nodded her head emphatically, wiping her tears.

“We’ll bury him tomorrow.”

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Kaksi found that her response to her friend’s death setting in was numbness rather than tears.

It was an odd sensation, but it was welcome. She felt like once she got past that numbness, the intensity of her true feelings would be too much to bear. So for however long it lasted, she decided there was nothing wrong with pretending everything was fine even when her mother would point out she was incredibly quiet this morning, barely finishing her breakfast.

She found that her facade was crumbling much faster than anticipated, however. Not seeing Kumi’s face at school left her alone with her thoughts and it was crying in the bathroom that she realised she would not get back the friend she lost. The only person keeping her company those days was Chifuyu as they exchanged messages back and forth. He had eventually told her everything that had unfolded before the girls had arrived by her request, and she felt bad for reminding him what had happened.

Kaksi worried about her best friend but didn’t go to see her, fearing that her presence wouldn’t do her any good in those difficult times, barely handling her emotions herself. Then, by the time she received an invitation to Baji’s funeral, she had decided she couldn’t keep the truth away from her family. They had been shocked, knowing the face of the boy she had mentioned and while they remained supportive, everyone could only acknowledge that there wasn’t much to do anymore.

Chifuyu had informed Kaksi about Kazutora’s whereabouts, assuming she would like to talk to him while he was still detained before being sentenced. However, she was too upset to even think about him, so she figured she would visit once she would have calmed down a little bit.

Kaksi saw Kumi’s face for the first time after Baji’s death the day of his funeral, they kept close to each other and talked a little bit but there was barely anything to say as the weight of what was happening crushed the two girls. Kaksi found that looking at Baji’s body and expressionless face surrounded by flowers was a sight she could barely stand, breaking down into tears as she approached him.

She wept as quietly as she could, returning to her seat next to her friends. Sharing her pain in different ways, Chifuyu rubbed her arm before handing her a tissue while Kumi kept her hand in hers.

Kumi found that by the time the funeral rolled around she had truly run out of energy to weep.

The girl was completely expressionless as she stared at the Baji family grave at the end of the ceremony, despite still holding her friend’s hand as they stood together.

The lack of tears shed by her was becoming startling by now to Kaksi and the rest of the gang but Kumi continued to stare blankly at the stone as well as the flowers she’d just set down among the tons he’d received from family and other friends.

There was a fleeting moment where she considered that dying herself would be better than being in this much pain, and Kaksi, as though she could feel the turmoil ripping through her insides, squeezed Kumi’s hand. It was a gentle reminder that she would always be there.

“We should go, it’s late,” she said, with a sad smile.

Kumi didn’t argue and started to move on Kaksi’s cue. Takemichi had told her just minutes before that Baji had apologized at the end for hurting her, even if it had been too quiet for her to hear. Hearing this almost replaced her lack of emotion with rage for a fleeting moment but she did nothing but nod that she understood in response. It didn’t matter if he was sorry - she didn’t give a rat’s ass if he was sorry. She wasn’t sure she could forgive him for dying at all.

Did that mean he’d cared about her after all or was he trying to make penance with the gods for bullying her before he made his transition? Kumi kept seeing the knife in his hand in her mind’s eye and wondered if he hated her so much, he had preferred to die than to be honest with her.

Was she making this about her? She sighed, and took another glance at Baji’s mother, whose face remained swollen and puffy and red as she stood to the side, managing the guests despite looking as though she’d collapse any second, then bowed to her. She had only had her and her son in the world.

“You can come by anytime to talk,” the woman offered. Kumi nodded and thanked her genuinely in appreciation.

But she’d never take up that offer.

By the next week, her parents had transferred her to the countryside to live with her grandmother, admitting that they were wholly unequipped to deal with the second phase of her depression, apathy. A change of scenery was meant to help, and they prayed that it would. For the sake of their daughter and their daughter’s future.

Kumi knew she was leaving but neglected to say bye to anyone.

Not even to Mitsuya, who she loved like a brother nor to Kaksi, who might as well have been her twin flame.

Kumi opted instead to disappear, the way Baji had asked her to, just days before he died.

#baji x oc #kazutora x oc #tokyorev #off target effects #collab fic #mae.writing #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers #longfic

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Postmortem- Chapter 10

Kokichi deals with the aftermath of his conversation with Shuichi and attends group therapy again. ao3

Ouma’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his consciousness gradually awakening. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Saihara peacefully sleeping in the chair besides his bed. They were still holding hands, and Ouma made the decision not to move, lest he wake up Saihara. His eyes flickered back to the bed sheets, staring at them aimlessly as he let his mind wander.

...What the hell did I just do? Saying all those things to Saihara-chan… It’s not like me so be so weak.

...And Momota-chan is so damn predictable. I knew he would at least tell Saihara-chan about when he saw me in the emergency room, but I never expected it to come back to bite me in the ass like this.

Who the hell do I think I am, making myself so vulnerable to a stupid boy just because I might like him just a little bit. Saihara-chan has no right to make me feel this way…

The truth was, Ouma had been waiting for this moment. During the killing game, when he wasn’t focusing on his mastermind plan, he daydreamed about how he would tell Saihara off for telling him he would always be alone. He hadn’t expected to be exhausted- in his rawest form with no mask- and crying when it happened.

In his mind, he had this exact moment planned out in exact detail. He would swiftly tell Saihara off for saying all those awful things to him, for not accepting his offer to work together, and then shut the other boy out, making it clear that he wanted nothing to do with him. That was how it was supposed to go…

Ouma buried his face deeper into the sheets, sighing audibly.

Why did he have to get so emotional in front of Saihara?

It’s like there was something about him, something in his unfairly adorable face or his sickeningly gentle personality that just made Ouma melt, becoming completely helpless. And it absolutely infuriated him.

He hated being seen as weak, having developed a strong distaste for being vulnerable, especially during the killing game. So why did he have to go and ruin it all because of some stupid crush?

Ouma felt anxiety bubbling in his chest, his heart rate quickening. Soon enough, Saihara would be awake, most likely expecting a follow-up from their conversation the night before. If Ouma had to be that vulnerable for even another minute… he didn’t know what he would do.

He glanced over at Saihara. Still asleep.

Ouma let out a shaky breath. How the hell was he going to face Saihara when he woke up?

“Nng… Ouma-kun?”

Saihara’s gentle voice startled Ouma out of his thoughts, causing him to jump a little bit. He quickly swiped his hand away from Saihara’s, hoping he would forget about that part of last night at the very least.

But it was too late.

Saihara blushed the faintest bit at their previous contact, retracting his hand from where it lay limp midair. Ouma scoffed.

“S-Sorry…” Saihara’s voice was soft, barely audible, yet to Ouma it was all he could hear amongst the noise of the hospital. Sitting himself upright, Saihara continued, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here…”

Ouma hummed, acknowledging the other’s statement but not quite responding to it.

“Um… About last night-”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Ouma stated firmly, still refusing to make eye contact. “It never happened. I was tired and being irrational. Just forget about it.”

“...Okay. I won’t ask you about it.” Saihara conceded.

Ouma lifted his eyes, gazing over at Saihara. The latter squirmed in place uncomfortably, refusing to meet the other’s eyes. Ouma looked away.

A brief silence flashed between the two boys, even if only for a moment.

“Can I just say one thing?” Saihara asked, testing the waters of Ouma’s boundaries.

“Shoot.”

“I… I want you to trust me, Ouma-kun. I understand that that’s hard for you, but…” Saihara’s gaze hardened, determined. “I want to be there for you.”

Ouma seemed taken aback, if only momentarily before regaining his composure. He sighed, interlocking his fingers behind his head, leaning back on the headboard of the bed.

“I’ll get going now.” Saihara stood up, taking Ouma’s silence as his cue to leave.

He paused once he reached the door, looking back at Ouma.

“I’ll be in the dining hall if you want to come out.” Saihara glanced at Ouma, then back at the door. “Goodbye, Ouma-kun.”

And just like that, Saihara was gone, leaving Ouma alone with his thoughts once more.

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Group therapy still occurred twice a week as per schedule, but Ouma hardly attended. Despite knowing that there might be negative consequences for his actions, he just couldn’t bring himself to face everyone again. At least, not that often.

He attended sometimes. It wasn’t necessarily easy, but he did go sometimes. He would mostly keep to himself, with the occasional nod or hum in agreement, which made things slightly easier, but by no means bearable.

Saihara would show up at his room, reminding him about their biweekly meetings. Ouma would either wave him off or join him, walking to the meeting with him. They wouldn’t really talk, but it helped them both to have each other. Saihara insisted on sitting next to Ouma, ready at a moment’s notice to calm him down if he looked particularly uncomfortable.

Ouma appreciated the gesture, he really did. But he didn’t like being smothered, Saihara’s pitying glances and honey-filled words and gestures suffocating him. As of late, Ouma hasn’t really been going to group therapy. Two weeks to be exact. But Saihara always came to his door, checking up on him before the meetings just in case he did want to attend.

Now was one of those times.

“Ouma-kun?” Saihara knocked twice on the door before gently pushing it open, it having been left slightly ajar.

Ouma was laying in the bed, his limbs tangled in the sheets and his face smushed into the pillow, audibly snoring.

“Ouma-kun, I know you’re awake.” Saihara rolled his eyes, gently nudging Ouma. The other boy’s eyes slowly opened, looking up at Saihara. Noticing the way Saihara fondly smiled at him, Ouma flung a pillow at his face, smirking.

“Ha! That’s what you get for waking me up!” Ouma giggled triumphantly.

Saihara removed the pillow from his face, setting it down on the bed near Ouma’s head.

“You weren’t even sleeping in the first place…” Saihara chuckled, feeling whatever annoyance he was feeling fading away.

“Mean! Saihara-chan knows me too well!” Ouma huffed, sticking out his tongue and crossing his arms.

“Mhm…” Saihara hummed, tapping his fingers on the nightstand. “So are you coming or not?”

“Coming where?”

“To group therapy. You haven’t been there in two weeks, and it’s starting to worry me…”

“Aaaand?” Ouma cocked his head, staring up at Saihara with those innocent doe eyes of his.

“And I would really appreciate it if you came with me today.” Saihara finished, “Come on, Ouma-kun…” He sat down on the bed next to Ouma, who was now sitting up, pouting. “If you can’t do it for yourself then do it for me.”

“Fiiiine…” Ouma pushed himself off the bed, standing up and stretching. “But only for my beloved Saihara-chan!”

Saiahra smiled warmly at him, “Great! Then let’s get going, okay?”

Ouma nodded, following Saihara out of the room.

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Once they had arrived at group therapy they sat down in their usual seats, right next to one another. Ouma slumped back in his chair, arms crossed as he was clearly beginning to regret coming. Meanwhile, Saihara sat up straight, proudly, while talking to Momota to his right.

When the therapist walked in she quickly glanced at Ouma, noticing his presence before continuing on her path to her seat. The other participants occasionally glanced at him as well, shifting in their seats and doing their best to ignore him. Ouma was used to this, figuring that the unpredictability of his attendance often put the others on edge. He paid no mind to it, instead focusing on the warmth of Saihara’s body right next to him, while ignoring Yonaga’s nonsensical chatter on the other side of him.

The meeting quickly kicked into gear, the therapist hushing the participants and getting started with her usual greetings. Ouma didn’t pay much attention, as per usual, and about ten minutes went by before he actually started tuning in to the conversation at hand.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way…” the therapist continued, though Ouma couldn’t be any less aware of what she was talking about, “Why don’t we talk about nightmares? I’m sure nearly all of you should have experienced them by now, so why don’t we discuss what’s been bothering us?”

The sudden change in topic seemed to cast a dark cloud over the room, as the members of the room immediately stiffened. Ouma, however, was unfazed, ever aloof and detached from his feelings.

“Well? Who wants to start us off?” the therapist asked.

“I do.” Ouma stated firmly, not necessarily surprised when over a dozen pairs of eyes gawked at him, including Saihara’s. Even the therapist seemed taken aback.

Ouma wasn’t really sure what had gotten into him. Maybe it was some internal desire to impress Saihara with how open he was being, maybe he just wanted to prove how much he had progressed so Saihara would get off his case already, or maybe he wanted to prove to everyone that he was human too and also had nightmares about the killing game, just like the rest of them. Whatever it is, it was too late to back down now.

The therapist turned to him, “What was your nightmare about, Ouma-kun?”

Almost instantly, memories of one of Ouma’s most common nightmares came flashing back to him, images of Iruma and Gokuhara’s distraught faces racking his brain. He felt his heartbeat quicken, his breathing becoming shallow as he tried to focus his mind on how he was going to get out of this or, even worse, tell the group about it.

“Um… If Gonta can say something here…” Gokuhara spoke up, tripping over his words. He had been going to speech therapy to improve his language skills, and he was trying to apply what he had learned. “Gonta- I mean, I sometimes have nightmares about what happened in the virtual world. Maybe that’s what Ouma-kun is trying to say?”

Ouma nodded, staring intently at the ground by his feet, refusing to look up. Being vulnerable in front of Saihara was already unbearable enough, so why was he subjecting himself to this ordeal again?

“And… You aren’t lying right now, Ouma-kun?” the therapist asked cautiously, as if trying to choose her words very carefully.

Ouma’s eyes shot up to look at her, giving her the most indignant glare he could possibly muster.

“Forgive me, it’s just… I’ve never seen you be so… vulnerable, before. That’s all.” she defended, as if those words would amend the hurt she just caused Ouma.

She had a point though, Ouma thought. He had never been particularly expressive during these meetings, so it made sense for the therapist to be a bit suspicious. However, that didn’t change the fact that it still stung, his reputation as a liar ever so prevalent.

And to make matters worse, Harukawa just had to be the next one to speak.

“I find it hard to believe that you have nightmares about what happened in the virtual world.” Harukawa stated flatly. “You had plenty of chances to prevent that murder from happening, but instead you chose to manipulate an innocent person into committing murder. You chose to have that murder occur.”

“But would you have believed him if he came to you, saying that he was about to be murdered?” Hoshi of all people cut in, fighting against Harukawa’s words. He sighed when he received quite the number of glares, putting his hands up defensively. “Look, all I’m saying is that given how little trust you all have in him, none of you would’ve believed Ouma if he came to you saying he was about to be murdered. You basically forced his hand.”

Harukawa had another rebuttal prepared but Iruma spoke first, cutting her off before she even had the chance to speak.

“I-It’s all my fault, okay? I’m the one who wanted to kill Ouma in the first place, so if you’re gonna blame anyone blame me!” Iruma sputtered, guilt lacing her every word. “Don’t take it out on him, just… I’m sorry, okay?”

Ouma was genuinely taken aback by Iruma standing up for him, not having expected her to be on his side. If anything, she should be the one who was the most opposed to him resulting in her death, so having someone besides Saihara be on his side for once felt refreshing.

“I think we should believe Ouma-kun if he says he has a nightmare about something.” Saihara steered the conversation back to the original topic. “I don’t think it would benefit him to lie here…”

Ouma crossed his arms and slumped back in his seat, sulking. The fact that it took multiple people standing up for him to get people to believe him was insulting to say the least, and it didn’t help that he barely wanted to be talking about this in the first place. He prayed that someone else would talk soon, changing the focus of the conversation onto them instead.

Luckily, Saihara must have sensed this as well, as he cleared his throat and began talking about the nightmares he experienced. Ouma finally relaxed, closing his eyes and simply listening to Saihara’s voice, pretending they were alone together. It didn’t take long for the session to end after that.

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When the session was over Ouma left as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid getting into any unwanted conversations. Saihara noticed this and called out to Ouma to get his attention.

“Ah, Ouma-kun!” Saihara jogged up to Ouma, walking side by side with him.

“Yessss, my beloved Saihara-chan?” Ouma fluttered his eyelashes, staring up at Saihara innocently.

“Uh, I have to tell you something, but…” He glanced around him, noticing all the other people around them, “We should probably go somewhere private first.”

“Hmm…” Ouma lifted a finger to his chin in mock thought, “Okay! But only because you asked so nicely!”

Saihara smiled, walking Ouma back to his room. Once they got there Saihara shut the door behind them while Ouma flopped down on the bed.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Ouma asked.

Saihara’s smile only grew wider as he observed Ouma, who finally seemed to be warming up to trusting him.

“I can’t believe you did that today.” Saihara stated, still smiling.

“Hm? Did what?” Ouma pretended to be confused, but he knew exactly what Saihara was talking about.

Saihara walked closer, sitting down next to Ouma on the bed.

“You volunteered to talk about yourself during today’s session. I’ve never seen you be that vulnerable in front of everyone else…” Saihara turned towards Ouma, making eye contact with him. “I’m proud of you, Ouma-kun.”

Ouma felt his face heat up after hearing those words. Saihara was… proud of him? Something about that sentence made his heart flutter, as if he would do anything to hear those words again, or to have Saihara look at him so fondly again… But for now, he wanted to enjoy this moment.

“Y-Yeah, whatever…” Ouma looked away, hoping that Saihara wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks. “It’s not a big deal, you know…”

Saihara laughed, a real, genuine laugh, one that he reserved for close friends and family, one that was seldom heard by even those people. To say the very least, it was mesmerizing to Ouma.

It was over all too soon as Saihara stood up, making his way to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Saihara gave him one last smile before he exited, leaving Ouma to deal with his flurry of emotions.

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Ouma wasn’t the only one dealing with his feelings right now.

Saihara closed his door behind him, slumping down against the doorframe.

...There’s no way, right? It’s just not possible! I can’t…

He sighed, burying his face in his hands.

I can’t have feelings for Ouma-kun…! There’s no way he would ever like me back!

Saihara squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady his breathing.

Okay, just relax… Everything is going to be fine… Just because you’ve been spending a lot of time together, and the way he looks up at you with those big purple eyes is adorable, and the way your heart flutters whenever you’re around him, doesn’t mean that you like him that way!

He looked up, staring at the ceiling of his room before speaking aloud.

“...Oh no…”

#FINALLY I WROTE THIS FANFKDJADKFJDA #my writing #postmortem #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #shuichi saihara #gonta gokuhara #miu iruma #ryoma hoshi #maki harukawa #kaito momota #oumasai #saiouma #ousai #saiou

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janeyseymour · 4 years ago

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Anne Boleyn: Captain of the Chaos Squad- pt3

pt 1. pt 2.

Title: Stay With Me While I Sleep

It wasn’t uncommon for Anne to fall asleep in strange places, this much was known between the queens. Her sleep schedule was almost as unpredictable as Cathy Parr’s. Her sleeping spots were also just as unpredictable as Cathy’s. While Cathy tended to fall asleep by herself though, Anne Boleyn almost always found herself curled up around another queen.

The second queen made her way into the first queen’s room around 2:30 in the morning. She simply opened the door, made her way to the bed that Aragon was currently sound asleep in, and made herself comfortable. The next morning, Anne woke up to shrill shrieks.

“Anne! What are you doing in my bed?” The golden queen looked at her successor. “And what are you- Are you snuggling with my bible?”

“I couldn’t sleep by myself, but Jane had Katherine in her room, and you were closest.”

“You couldn’t have joined your cousins?”

“Kat kicks in her sleep.”

Christmas time was Jane’s favorite time of year. Having reason to make all of her favorite foods brought her immense joy. It was different than cooking a turkey and a ham at Christmas time rather than in July for her birthday. Having a reason to bake enough sweets to fill a bakery was her dream. The blonde had just finished preparing cookie dough and had stepped away for a few minutes to gather laundry as her first batch baked to golden perfection in the oven.

Anne Boleyn, known cooking and baking disaster, made her way into the kitchen, ready to beg Jane to allow her to eat “just one spoonful of cookie dough Jane! Please!” When she wasn’t kicked out of the kitchen right away, she was astonished. This was going better than she could have planned for. She grabbed a spoon from their drawer and took a big scoop before popping it into her mouth.

When Jane Seymour came back to the kitchen mere minutes later to take out the cookies in the oven, Anne Boleyn had two bowls next to her: one bowl of roughly half the amount of cookie dough that was in there when she left, and another empty bowl with what Jane could only assume was cookie dough remains. The green queen was not in a chair though, no- she was laying on their kitchen table asleep.

“For heaven’s sake,” Jane muttered as she picked up the sleeping woman and carried her to the couch. “If you’re going to fall asleep, please don’t do it where I’m clearly working.”

Anna of Cleves liked to play video games. This was a known fact in the house. If she wasn’t out at the dog park or working out, it was a safe bet to say that she was in the living room playing any sort of video game she could find.

It was 10:30 on a gloomy Saturday morning when Anna decided Call of Duty might be a fun game to try. It was 10:35 when Anne Boleyn came trudging down the steps, blanket and pillow in hand.

“Boleyn, did you not sleep at all last night?”

“It’s not my fault I got distracted watching a movie.”

“It absolutely is.”

“Leave me alone.” Anne had settled her pillow on Anna’s lap and promptly fell asleep.

“Anne Boleyn, wake up! I’m not staying on this couch all day with you!” She poked the green queen’s cheek incessantly.

“Cleves... comfy...” Anne mumbled as she stretched and tightened her grip around the fourth queen’s waist.

When Aragon and Jane came in from weeding the garden together, they found both Anne and Anna fast asleep, the dark Call of Duty music playing in the background.

“We really gotta make that girl sleep at night,” Aragon whispered to Jane, who had now begun to take pictures of the sleeping queens.

“At least she’s not asleep on my kitchen table this time.”

Katherine Howard’s bed was covered in stuffed animals. Wherever they went, the pink haired queen was sure to pick up yet another fuzzy animal to lay on her bed. It shouldn’t be a surprise that every once in a while, if the queens couldn’t find their youngest friend, she was asleep on her bed covered with stuffed animals. Anne Boleyn was also known to do this.

When the queens weren’t able to find their favorite gremlin 10 minutes before they were meant to leave for their show, logically the first place they should’ve looked was Katherine’s bed. Unfortunately for them, that wasn’t the case. They spent 15 minutes searching the outside of the property. She was nowhere to be found- not sitting under their deck, not laying on the ground looking at the clouds, not even up high in the trees that she loved to climb so often.

“Annie?” Kat singsonged. “Where are you?”

“Anne Boleyn, do not think I won’t leave you here to walk to the theatre yourself!” Both Aragon and Jane threatened. Now usually, when this was a threat, the green queen came bolting down the stairs knowing they really would leave her; she learned that the hard way.

“Do you guys think she’s asleep?” Cathy pondered.

“She’s not in her room,” Anna sighed before lighting up. “Did anyone check Kitty’s room?”

Instantly the five were on their way to the bright pink room. The room was silent for the most part, well except for soft snores coming from under the mountain of stuffed animals on the bed.

“Anne!” Kat jumped on her bed and began to disassemble the pile of plushies.

“Huh?” Annie turned onto her back. “What’s goin on?”

“We just spent 20 minutes looking for you. We were supposed to leave for the theatre 10 minutes ago!” Jane grumbled. “Why weren’t you in your own room anyway?”

“I thought the stuffed animals would keep me warm.” Anne sat up and grinned before announcing, “I’m happy to say that I was right.”

“The first and only time Anne Boleyn will ever be right,” Aragon deadpanned. A stuffed animal was thrown her way.

Catherine Parr was almost always still awake late into the night. Anne Boleyn took advantage of this.

“Hey Cath,” Anne sauntered into her room at 1:45 in the morning.

“Hey. You’re more than welcome to hang out here, but I really have to finish this idea tonight, or it’s never getting done.”

“That’s fine. I’ll be back.” Anne exited, only to return a few short minutes later with her favorite jumper on, a bag of chips, a plastic bag, and her phone.

“Do you care if I eat on your bed?”

“I’d- prefer you n-”

“I’m going to. But don't worry; I’m going to eat over the bag so there won’t be any crumbs on your bed.”

It had been awhile since Cathy finished her writing for the night. The two were now huddled together watching a movie on the second queen’s phone, both happily munching on the chips- bag long forgotten. Midway through, Anne fell asleep, leaving Cathy to finish the movie herself. After it was over, Cathy set the phone along with the chips on the floor by her bed. Finally, the two with the least amount of sleep had given into dreaming.

The next morning, Anne woke up on the floor.

“Why am I-” the second queen took in her surroundings. “On the floor of Cathy Parr’s room?” She mumbled to herself.

“You kept rolling onto me in the middle of the night. I can't believe you didn’t wake up when I kicked you off the bed,” Cathy replied, not even looking up from her place at her desk.

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tiberiusblackthot · 6 years ago

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TO EVERYONE WHO SAYS TY DOESN‘T LOVE KIT IN TDA

1. He touches him excessively ☑

[Ty] held out his hand […] Ty’s fingers were cool and careful as he took hold of Kit’s arm to steady it.

[Ty's] hand was gripping his shoulder, hard

Ty was sitting on him as casually as if Kit was a sofa

[Ty] was wedged in beside him and Livvy on a love seat too small for the three of them

“I think it’s time for you to get your first real Mark,” said Ty […] Ty was standing behind him, his stele out, his eyes bright. “Your dominant hand is your right,” he said, “so put that one out, toward me.”

Ty pushed past Kit

They were now pressed so tightly together that Kit couldn't move his arms, pinned between Ty and Livvy

Ty glanced again at the drawing he held, then turned, his other hand outstretched to Kit […] His fingers closed around Ty’s, warm and firm under his grasp […]

His grip tightened on Kit’s, pulling him after

Ty tugged on Kit’s arm, pulling him away

They’d already left, Ty dragging Kit behind him with a firm grip on his wrist

He took Kit’s hand unselfconsciously and pressed the stone into his palm

Ty had been full of suppressed excitement all the way in the back of the Uber car, which he’d dealt with by pushing up the sleeve of Kit’s shirt and giving him several runes

Ty muffled a laugh and grabbed Kit’s sleeve

2. He has a cute lil' nickname for him ☑

“Watson”/ "my dear Watson"

3. He’ll play with his hair ☑

Ty reached out and brushed Kit’s hair away from his face, an absent sort of gesture

4. He likes to cuddle him ☑

"Put your arms around me," said Ty

"Hold on to me."

Kit stood breathless, the water receding around them, as Ty came up and put his arms around Kit’s neck […] He threaded his arms around Ty, crossing his cold hands over Ty’s back […] Ty leaned into him with a sigh

5. He smiles at him ☑

Ty smiled. It was a genuine, light-up-your-face-type smile

Ty blinked rapidly. Then he smiled

Ty’s mouth crooked at the corner. “Very good, Watson”

Ty smiled his rare, dazzling smile. “A bit”

“Blackthorns,” said Ty, with a dazzling smile

Ty, who had been straightening the paper clip, gave Kit one of his rare sunrise-over-the-water smiles. “You are.”

Ty smiled sideways

Ty looked confused for a moment, then smiled. “Details, Watson”

Ty smiled and tapped his side pocket, where his phone was

“Have you learned nothing from the way Batman’s parents died?” said Kit, feigning shock. Ty smiled

Ty smiled. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that a smile broke across his face, like the sun rising

Kit being the missing piece they had never known Ty needed, stealing a potato from Ty’s plate and making him smile

Kit smiled and Ty smiled back at him

6. He laughs at bad jokes with him ☑

“Waste of a perfectly good starfish,” muttered Kit, and Ty laughed

Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room

Out of patience, Kit slowly raised his middle finger. “Here’s the password.”

Ty muffled a laugh

7. He wants to be wherever Kit is ☑

Kit had been put in one of the spare rooms, as he’d asked, and Ty was sitting outside of it, reading a book.

Ty had been sleeping in front of Kit’s door for the past nights

Ty and Livvy were instantly on their feet, following him

He let the door of the fridge fall shut, and nearly yelled out loud [...] Ty Blackthorn stood in the middle of the kitchen.

He saw Ty asleep in front of Kit’s room, half-sitting up, his chin in his hand

"Some kind of doubled glamour?" said Ty, coming up beside Kit

Ty leaped up after him

Ty sat by the side of his bed

She looked at Ty, sitting on Kit’s bed […] Ty bounded to the door, seemed to remember Kit, and swung back around. “We can talk more later,” he said

Ty reached the ground and walked away from the pyre without stopping to catch his breath, heading across the grass toward Kit

Ty was near Kit, as he almost always was, like a magnet clicking into place

“You should go after him,” Mark said. “You’re the one he wants.”

Ty followed him out into the water

[Ty] went across the room to join Kit in the DOWNWORLDERS-WARLOCKS section, where Kit was struggling with several heavy books

8. He wants Kit to be wherever he is ☑

But it was Ty who hesitated. "Kit's coming, right?"

Ty joined Livvy at the door. "Are you coming, Kit?"

“Wake up! […] I have something I have to do and I’d rather you came with me”

“Do you want me to get Julian?” Kit said.

“Not right now,” Ty said […]

“Should I stay?” Kit said.

“Yes, I’d rather you did,” he said.

Ty […] was still asleep, Kit beside him

A moment later Kit was downstairs […] Ty didn’t say anything, or even glance over at him, but the tension in his shoulders relaxed slightly

“I’m glad you’re here […] I wanted to talk to you.”

“Will you come and sit down next to me?”

He took out his witchlight and gestured for Kit to follow him

Then Kit had come outside, and Ty’s expression had changed, as if he’d realized something

“Come sit next to me,” he said

“Kit, come up here––you can see everything.”

There was no answer.

Ty leaned down through the branches, searching the forest floor below the oak. It was bare. Kit was gone

9. He needs him ☑

“I need you,” Ty said. “You might be surprised to hear that.”

“I need to talk to you later,” Ty said

“You don’t––want to talk to your brother? To Julian?”

“No. I need to talk to you”

“I can do this without you […] but I don’t want to. Sherlock doesn’t do things without Watson.”

“You need me,” Kit asked slowly.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Ty spared her a cursory glance. “I need to talk to Kit now, though […]

“Okay,” Ty said again. “But I need to talk to you

The corner of Ty’s mouth trembled. “I don’t want to do it without you.”

“To never being parted,” Kit said, looking across the campfire at Ty […]

“To never being parted,” he said with a grave emphasis

10. He blushes ☑

He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin

11. He gives him thoughtful gifts ☑

First runes

First seraph blade

First witchlight

Potato chip breakfast

12. He acts like a concerned boyfriend ☑

“Are you all right?”

"You have blood on your hand,” Ty said. “I noticed it earlier."

“Are you bored?”

“Are you thinking about running away again?”

"I didn't want you to feel bad"

“I’m sure many people find you hilarious”

“Just words I like,” he said […] “Does it bother you?”

“Do you want more water?”

“You seem sad,” said Ty. “Are you?”

“Are you ever going to talk to me again?”

“That’s not it,” he said. “You’re mad at me, I think.”

“You are mad at me.”

“Kit,” he began haltingly. “I thought that you––I thought that it would be––”

13. He trusts him ☑

Ty turned suddenly to Kit. "Can you take her?" he said. "Carry Livvy?"

Ty hesitated. “Don’t tell anyone,” he said finally. “It was just an idea I had.”

“I’ll know.” Ty paused in his murmuring. “I don’t mind,” he said, “if it’s you.”

“You won’t tell him, will you?”

Kit threw himself at Ty, knocking him onto the sand. Ty tumbled backward without a struggle, too surprised to defend himself

He had leaned on Kit most of the way

14. He invades Kit’s personal space ☑

He leaned in toward Kit, whose back was against the wall

Ty turned to whisper in Kit’s ear

15. He lets Kit invade his personal space/ touch him ☑

Kit leaned close to Ty [...] "Neither do I," Ty whispered back”

Ty relaxed under the tight grip of his hands

He took a step toward Ty, touched his shoulder gently

He put his hand on Ty’s arm as Tiberius scanned the ground furiously

The mattress sagged, and he knocked against Ty’s elbow

Kit put his hand on Ty’s shoulder x 2

Kit touched Ty’s shoulder […] Ty’s back curved as he hunched forward, but he didn’t avoid the touch

Kit, who was sitting beside him, tentatively put his hand over Ty’s where it lay on the table; Ty didn’t react, though he didn’t draw away from Kit either

Kit realizing, put a hand on Ty’s arm

Kit pulled Ty toward him by his sleeve and whispered in his ear

Kit put his hand on Ty’s back, between his shoulder blades […] Kit remembered hearing somewhere that it was soothing to rub circles on someone’s back, so he did that. Ty’s breaths began to regulate

His hand shot out and grabbed Ty’s shoulders. He knew he shouldn’t––Ty didn’t like to be startled

16. He misses him when he’s gone ☑

Ty was also quiet […] Ty would smile, but he seemed unusually listless, uninterested […]

Eventually he went up to Magnus […]

“Where’s Kit, really?” Ty said, […] “I keep asking, but no one will tell me.”

“Kit’s all right. He’s with Tessa and Jem. He’s going to be living with them.”

“I know,” Ty said. His voice shook. “I know but––can I say good-bye to him? If I could just talk to him once––”

“He’s already gone,” Magnus said. “He didn’t want to say good-bye to you.” […]

“I don’t understand,” Ty said, his left hand fluttering at his side. He caught at his wrist with his right hand as if he could stop it […]

“I don’t understand.”

17. He spends A LOT of time staring at Kit ☑

He glanced at Tiberius. What was odder, perhaps, was that Ty was looking at him. Emma remembered Ty, years ago, saying, Why do people say “look at me” when they mean “look at my eyes”? You could be looking at any part of a person and you’re still looking at them. But he was looking curiously at Kit’s eyes as if they reminded him of something

Ty stumbled back and stared at the boy on the floor

He was once again conscious of the sense that Ty was studying him, maybe counting up his pluses and minuses or something like that

She had found Ty and Livvy sitting on the floor, watching as Jace tried to convince Kit

Ty’s eyes lit up. They still moved restlessly around Kit as if he were reading him, examining him, never quite meeting Kit’s own, but that didn’t dim their glow

He flicked his storm-cloud-gray eyes in Kit’s direction

He turned back to look at Kit and his sister

Everyone glared at him except Ty. “I thought of that too,” Ty said, looking delightedly at Kit

Ty looked up at that, his gray eyes aglow.

Ty looked at him

“The open rune’s not working,” said Ty, straightening up and looking at Kit as if he knew everything Kit was thinking. As if he knew everything Kit had ever thought

He looked over at Kit

Ty looked at him with sincere friendliness

Ty gave him a long, considering look, with a tinge of surprise to it

Ty’s gaze didn’t meet Kit’s, but he looked him over, as if checking for injuries

Ty bit his lip […] He glanced away from Kit

Ty looked up in surprise […] He was blushing

He looked up at Kit

Ty stared at him

His gaze slipped over Kit’s ear, his cheekbone, not quite meeting Kit’s eyes. "Watson––”

Ty, who was looking at him with concern, his gray eyes skating over Kit’s face as if he were a book he was having trouble reading

Ty raised his eyes; though they didn’t meet Kit’s, Kit could see the expression in them

Ty opened his eyes and looked toward Kit

Ty glanced at him sideways

He glanced up at Kit, who was sitting on a rise of sand, and beckoned him closer

“Fifty bucks says the Inquisitor develops a high-tech robot arm that shoots laser beams,” said Kit. Everyone looked at him

Ty looked up at Kit, who was standing close to the water’s edge

Ty stared at Kit confused, his gray eyes darting from Kit’s collarbone to his face and back down again

Ty looked up, his gray eyes flashing in his thin face

18. He puts himself through sensory overstimulation for Kit ☑

Ty reached for his headphones, too, but paused. Slowly he looped them back around his neck. "I should keep these off," he said. "I might need to hear something."

"He uses the headphones less when you’re around […] I think he just doesn’t want to miss anything you say.”

19. He cries and throws things because of Kit ☑

“I will help you. But not if you do this. Not if you do this, Ty.”

His mouth twisted, as if he was trying to hold in tears

He shoved at Kit, elbowing him hard in the throat. Kit coughed and let go; he grabbed for Ty again and Ty kicked at him. He could see that Ty was crying

Ty threw the stick aside; Kit jumped […] “I thought you cared, but you lied to me. Just like everyone else.”

“You only thought of yourself. I wish––I wish I’d never known you ––”

Ty’s eyes filled with sudden tears […] Ty was Ty; he didn’t weep easily, but he was wiping tears from his face with shaking hands

20. He ventures into caves with him ☑

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teaplease1717 · 4 years ago

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Story: Ashes of Love and War

Chapter: 10 / ?

Couple: Todoroki Shouto / Yaoyorozu Momo (TodoMomo)

Rating: M (for language and violence)

Betas: @flourchildwrites (Link) & C’s Melody (Link) and 666-HyuugaNeji-999 (Link)

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21638800/chapters/62319862#workskin

Sorry everyone. Obviously, I’m not very good with sticking to a posting schedule. Lol. I was a mod on the TodoMomo Mini Bang. Which if you haven’t checked out, definitely do. Here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/TodoMomo_Mini_Bang_2020

Anyways, I was a mod on that, and it had been sucking up a lot of time, then life got crazy for both myself and my betas but hopefully, my posting schedule should return to semi-normal now.

XXXXXXXX

Momo’s breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened as his lips brushed against hers — soft, gentle. He kissed her like he really did care for her, as if he meant what he said.

‘You hold some significance to him.’

Momo’s toes curled. Warmth spread within her stomach. She closed her eyes as his fingers cupped her jaw, lifting her head to deepen the kiss.

It felt nice. It wasn’t supposed to feel nice, but it did.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her hands twitched, and she lifted them hesitantly, unsure what to do with them or whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

Momo hadn’t realized that she could be affected like this.

Affected by him.

He was a Spartan. An enemy of Troy. He had helped burn her city to the ground, loot their temples, enslave her people. And yet, he had been nothing but civil — if not even decent — to her and Tokoyami.

He treated them like people. He answered her questions. He never raised his voice at her or hit her. He talked to her. A moment before, he had even been trying to make her feel better.

Was he really as bad as Tokoyami said?

Todoroki’s mouth moved against hers for a moment longer before he pulled back, and he looked down at her. His red and white bangs brushed against her forehead, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips. His expression was softer than Momo had ever seen, and it made her heart ache painfully.

Could he really care for her?

‘He’s only acting kind to make you compliant.’

That’s right. There was no way he could like her in any significant way. They hardly knew each other. She trembled, her stomach clenching painfully as another unwanted thought came to her.

‘Don’t forget. He only sees us as tools. To him, significance equates to ‘value,’ and a person only has value when they are useful for his purposes.’

“You’re lying.”

It was a whisper against his lips.

Todoroki’s expression instantly shuttered. He withdrew his hand and took a step back.

The warm night air suddenly felt chilled.

Momo froze, and her eyes widened as, with dawning horror, she remembered her station in their contract. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as her mind registered what she had just said out loud. She had sold herself to Todoroki, she wasn’t supposed to defy him.

She had to make this right.

She felt sick. “Todoroki! I –“

“I don’t lie,” he cut her off. His expression was frigid; Momo could see his jaw clench. “I don’t need to. If I say something, it’s my word.”

Momo stepped back as he stared at her. His eyes were cold. She tried to swallow over a tight throat but couldn’t. Her stomach twisted so painfully she thought she’d throw up. He was her master. What slave spoke like that to the person who owned them?

She had no idea where this rebellious side of her had come from. It seemed that whenever she was with him, all she ever did was challenge him. She was never like this at the temple. Where had this sudden bout of stupidity come from?

She stumbled backwards. Then, before she could process her actions, she was running. If he called after her, cursed at her, Momo had no idea. She bolted up the stairs and down the hallway to her room. Her heart was pounding so ferociously in her chest, it wouldn't have been surprising if it completely stopped.

She shut the door and collapsed onto the floor, shaking with terror.

Stupid. So stupid, Momo berated herself as she tried to listen for Todoroki’s footsteps following her. But it was impossible to hear anything over her racing heart. Momo’s fingers trembled against her legs.

What had she been thinking? After all the countless times that Tokoyami had warned her to stay away from Todoroki, told her that he was cunning and dangerous, she had gone and walked right into his arms, like a fly into a spider’s web.

All it took was a few kind words to sway her.

Momo slumped further against the door and dropped her face into the crook of her elbow. She was a fool.

Her parents had given her to the wrong god. They should have given her to Koalemos, the god of stupidity and foolishness, not Apollo. At least there she would have fit in.

If it wasn’t the middle of the night she’d scream.

Momo buried her face in her hands. It hadn’t even been more than a few hours since Tokoyami had reminded her to stay away from Todoroki.

Dangerous. Manipulative. Cunning. That was how Tokoyami had described Todoroki as he reprimanded her for blushing and acting weak in front of the Spartan earlier in the evening. He’d also said that he was done warning her to be careful. It was up to her to monitor her own actions from now on – and look where that had gotten her...

Momo pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes. Perhaps, if she hadn’t been feeling useless and upset over Tokoyami acting like she was incapable of accurately judging a person’s character herself, she would have made a wiser decision than to stand there like a fool and let Todoroki kiss her.

She groaned. The worst part of it all was that part of her had liked it. The kiss had been so different from their first one. It had made her heart beat faster, and warmth to flow through her. And part of her mind had even wondered what it would be like to kiss him back.

She felt her face warm, and pushed the thought away furiously.

Be who she wanted to be? Momo scoffed. What Todoroki had offered her was too ideal. No man would ever offer his wife — much less his slave — such liberties. And she had almost believed him too. Her stomach rolled.

The only positive that had come out of the whole encounter was that now she had finally realized that Tokoyami was right; Aphrodite had clearly clouded her vision and weakened her heart.

Momo sighed, and dropped her head back onto her knees. She needed to come up with a plan, an operation to prove to herself that these feelings beginning to grow in her chest for her master were a weed, not a flower.

She stood up, and made her way to her bed. Her recent bout of terror and anxiety had left her exhausted. She crawled onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Thinking about it realistically, even if she didn’t do anything, Todoroki would likely reveal his true nature sooner rather than later anyway.

Men hated being challenged. Even now, Todoroki was probably thinking of ways to get back at her, contemplating the best ways to punish her for her disobedience.

Honestly, she made the most impertinent, opinionated slave. Couldn’t she have just kept her thoughts to herself?

Momo closed her eyes and draped her arm over her face. Worst case scenario, Todoroki would renege on his promise to free Tokoyami. Before that could happen, she needed to appease him. She had nothing left to trade, she had already given herself to Todoroki as a slave to be allowed to heal Tokoyami, all she could do now was apologize and pray to Clementia that he’d accept that.

Momo turned on her side and curled into a ball. She felt sick. Her head was throbbing. She closed her eyes and lay there trying to think of ways to properly apologize to Todoroki as she waited for someone to come get her for her shift.

No one ever came and she fell asleep.

XXXXXX

43 days post the fall of Troy

Momo had never been known for her ability to hide her emotions, so it wasn’t a complete surprise when Tokoyami had guessed something had happened between her and Todoroki. However, his decision to confront Todoroki over his presumed assumptions had been too much for Momo to bear. She had cracked, telling him about the kiss and her subsequent insubordination to Todoroki.

Tokoyami had been furious at her, as she had expected. Even after she had apologized, he’d barely spoken to her for days, and had almost completely withdrawn from her.

Now he only spent his time with Asui, helping her around the house or going with her on patrols. The few times they did speak alone, he had only grown exasperated with her.

Momo’s lips thinned as she pulled on gloves before picking up a stone mallet and pestle full of dark purple berries. Carefully, she began grinding the berries into a paste.

She had always seen Tokoyami as an older brother — her only family. And she reasoned it was normal for families to fight, but with his pointed comments, Momo had to wonder if he had lost all faith in her.

She pressed the mallet into the pestle harder.

The feeling of their relationship stretching like a thread sat heavy on her consciousness and it made her angry at him, and at herself. She knew she shouldn’t have let Todoroki kiss her, but it wasn’t like she had done anything wrong, and she had apologized. Tokoyami just didn’t believe her.

Another thing for her to fix.

Momo paused and brushed her nose with the back of her wrist. “It smells sweet.”

“Sweet but highly lethal,” Shouta Aizawa replied in a bland tone. He walked over to the shelves lining the back wall of the small medicine room, and pulled a clay jar from the top. “Two berries have enough potency to kill a child. Four or five will cause paralysis and death in a healthy adult.”

Momo shivered faintly as she continued to grind the dark, purple berries into a paste.

The windowless room had been transformed into a medicinal stockroom. Shelves lined the walls, packed with pots and tinctures of varying sizes. Bronze tripods had been set up in the corners, providing light. And in the center of the room was a single, wooden table, but no chairs. Aizawa had said that one should never be comfortable when dealing with life and death.

It had been a little over two weeks since Todoroki had kissed her, and she still hadn’t apologized to him. She had planned to ask for forgiveness on one of their nightly patrols, but he had been going by himself.

It was somewhat disconcerting. He wasn’t acting like she’d expected at all. He hadn’t yelled or hit her. If anything he acted like she barely existed. Her heart panged every time she thought about it.

She was being ignored on all fronts.

The extra time added to her schedule — which should have been a blessing and allowed her more sleep — had, in fact, done the complete opposite. With her and Tokoyami’s friendship strained, Momo found her dreams growing steadily worse. More violent. More terrifying.

Then, a few days ago, everything had struck her. All her emotions: her anxiety, frustration, stress and the uncertainty over the last month had hit her, and she had ended up approaching Aizawa, begging him to teach her how to brew his various elixirs.

The head of the orphanage was meticulous and, in many ways, unforgiving, but he was a good teacher. And the attention and precision he required of her was a welcome distraction from the restlessness that had settled over her.

Aizawa moved back to her side and handed her the jar.

Momo glanced at the front. The face was intricately painted with purple, bell-shaped flowers with green tinges.

“If they're so dangerous, why do you keep this?” she asked, as she carefully began to use the pestle to funnel the smashed berries into the jar.

"Like any plant, it has multiple uses,” he said, looking down at her. “On spears and knives, it is effective to ward off the stymphalian. But, if heavily diluted, a little can alleviate coughs and colds. Or it can even help with pain if spread on a wound.”

Momo nodded, pressing her lips together as she twisted the top of the jar shut. She moved past Aizawa to the shelves. Pushing herself up onto her toes, she carefully placed the jar on the top shelf to ferment.

Four other painted vessels were nestled on the ledge. Momo paused for a moment and let her fingers skim over the illustration on another. It was a detailed depiction of a stymphalian with its wings outstretched. “These are beautiful,” she whispered in awe. “Did you paint all of these yourself?” she asked louder, looking over her shoulder.

“Out of necessity,” he said dismissively. “A surgeon must always be prepared. One slip up and I’d be sending my patients into the afterlife. The paintings are so I can tell the elixirs apart at a glance.”

Momo nodded and looked back at the jars. “I haven’t seen many of these before.”

“You probably wouldn’t. The others are ricinus, hemlock, oleander, and stymphalian poison.”

Momo studied the designs for a moment, and then dropped down from her toes. The lower shelves were packed with evenly sized tinctures of medicine made from Eri’s power. There was enough to heal twenty to thirty people. Far more injuries than any of them had sustained in the last month.

She picked one up and studied the shimmering, silver liquid. “And what do you do with all of these? You don’t use them all for fighting the stymphalian, do you?”

“I sell them.”

Momo raised an eyebrow. “Where? In the city?”

Aizawa stared at her. His face was impassive. “No,” he said after a moment. “To pirates.”

Momo felt her blood run cold. She looked up sharply and stared at Aizawa. “Pirates?”

“An old friend,” Aizawa clarified dismissively, leaning against the table. “Her crew should be arriving in the next week or so with more supplies.”

Momo put the vial back on the shelf and turned to fully face him. “Is that really a good idea?” she asked skeptically. “Do they even know about the children? How do you know if you can trust them?”

Aizawa leaned his head back and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Momo closed her mouth and swallowed her other thoughts; she had learned throughout her stay that he had little patience for multiple questions.

“The captain has been an ally to us for a long time,” he said after a pause. “We barter the medicine I make in exchange for vegetables and other supplies we can’t get here.”

Her lips thinned. It seemed careless to be dealing with pirates, but Momo knew Aizawa was anything but careless.

Realization struck her, and she looked up sharply. “That’s why we haven’t gone on the offensive yet, isn’t it?” she asked in disbelief. “We’ve been waiting for them to arrive and help fight.”

Aizawa dropped his hand and looked back at her.

Momo continued doggedly. “When we met Asui at sea... It seemed like a coincidence that she found us, but it wasn’t, was it? She hadn’t been looking for survivors of a shipwreck, at least not our shipwreck. She was looking for them — the pirates.”

“Yes,” Azawai said. “I instructed Asui to find Emi Fukukado and her crew. But instead, she brought you all back. A coincidence that turned out to be favorable.”

Momo’s stomach dropped. Her lip twitched, and she swallowed thickly. It shouldn’t have been surprising, but somehow Aizawa’s confirmation of her thoughts felt like a betrayal, as if he had orchestrated the whole encounter.

She shook her head and opened her mouth to ask her next question.

“Anyway, enough discussion for now,” he said sternly, cutting her off and closing the subject. Aizawa straightened. “We’ll continue making the potion after it’s had enough time to ferment,” he said, waving his hand towards the wall. “For now, go help Asui with lunch. I have more work to do.”

Momo nodded slowly as Aizawa dismissed her.

Her chest felt tight as she pulled off her gloves and left Aizawa’s medical room. It had always been a mystery where Aizawa got his supplies. She had assumed that Asui had picked them up, but to rely on pirates seemed strange. It begged the question: did the pirates even know about the stymphalian?

Normal humans wouldn’t set foot on the island because of the stymphalian, but these pirates had, and from the way Aizawa had spoken, this wasn’t their first visit.

Was the situation not what she had originally thought? What was Aizawa not saying?

Momo shook her head. Standing in the middle of the hallway wouldn’t help her solve anything. She needed to think about it later. Perhaps she’d try to talk to Tokoyami. Her heart sank at the thought, knowing he’d most likely dismiss her concerns.

Still, she couldn’t let that stop her.

Her mind made up, Momo forced away the uneasiness in her limbs, and went to look for Asui, knowing that Tokoyami would be there too.

She found them in the kitchen, heads leaned close together as they whispered to one another. Momo stilled.

Asui looked up. “Momo,” she said, taking a step back from Tokoyami.

“I'm sorry,” Momo apologized. “I didn't mean to interrupt.”

Asui shook her head. “You didn't interrupt, kero.” She wiped off her hands on a towel and picked up a tray. “I was just about to go put this in the oven. If you’re done with Aizawa, would you mind helping Tokoyami cut some vegetables, kero?” she asked.

Momo hummed in agreement as the nereid slipped out of the door.

Once she had left, Momo stared at the back of Tokoyami’s head for a moment as he continued working.

The room suddenly felt uncomfortable. Momo brought her right hand up to grasp her opposite arm. “I need to talk to you,” she finally said.

Tokoyami looked up and his eyes flashed. “Is it about the Spartan again?” he asked slowly, his voice tight.

Momo’s stomach curled and she frowned. “No, it’s not,” she forced the words out. Her fingers dug into her arm. “But I said I was sorry, and I’m not talking to him, so I don’t know why you're still angry.”

“I’m not angry.” Tokoyami placed his knife down and turned towards her. “I’m frustrated and exasperated, yes. But not angry.”

He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. There was a righteous anger in his yellow-bird-like eyes that made Momo’s throat tighten. “You had promised me three times that you were going to be careful around him, and that’s not even counting when you sold yourself to him.” His voice was flat and matter-of-fact, and she flinched at the words. “If you aren’t going to listen to me then I don’t want to talk about your feelings or supposed lack of feelings for him. You are a grown woman and you can decide who to trust yourself. Anyway — ” He waved his hand dismissively, and his eyes flickered as he changed the topic abruptly. “Let's not get into this argument right now. What is it you wished to speak about?”

Momo swallowed. She felt anger clench in her chest almost painfully. She wanted to scream. He always did this. He was passing the blame off to her. Making it seem like she was the unreasonable one. Her stomach felt tight and she dropped her arms to her side to ball her hands into fists.

She loved Tokoyami, but she could never win. No matter the argument, he always had to be right. And the problem was he was a better debater and more stubborn than her.

Momo ground her teeth in frustration, and set her jaw. She hadn’t come here to argue, she reminded herself. Momo drew in a deep breath. “I don’t think Aizawa — and maybe even Asui — are telling us the whole truth about what is happening here,” she said slowly.

Tokoyami’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Momo continued. “I mean, it's been a month since we arrived, and he still hasn’t divulged what the plan is. And then, just now, Aizawa told me that pirates will be coming to the island. Why wouldn’t he have said anything? And the way he spoke makes it seem that they have been coming here for awhile. But normal people would never step foot on this island, so do they even know about the dangers? Plus, have you ever wondered about this house? How did Aizawa build this all by himself?”

“You’re overthinking, Yaoyorozu,” Tokoyami interrupted with a sigh. “Aizawa and Asui have been nothing but good to us since we’ve arrived. And I’ve spoken to Asui. A dark guilt hangs above her head for tricking us that first time. I don’t think she’d willingly hide details again, unless it was for a good cause. Besides, if they were using us, Asui wouldn’t have offered for us to stay here once the mission is done.”

Momo blinked, taken aback by the sudden turn of the conversation. “Stay here?” Somehow, she’d never entertained that as an option.

“Yes,” Tokoyami nodded and uncrossed his arms, taking a step closer to her. “We can make a life here, away from the darkness of war and discrimination. We can finally be free.” His words were full of hope.

“But...but how do we know we can trust them?”

Tokoyami’s yellow, bird-like eyes flashed, and he jutted out his beak defensively. “You trust that Spartan more than Aizawa and Asui?”

Momo shifted. Her hands shook. Tokoyami was the one who was always saying to be careful around Todoroki, but now it was suddenly okay to trust Aizawa and Asui? He was a hypocrite. “That’s not what I meant…”

“You don’t need to feel tied to Todoroki just because you agreed to sell yourself to him,” Tokoyami snapped.

Momo flinched.

“You’ve always been like this.” His voice rose. “You act like the world is your responsibility. Did you already forget how awful the priestesses were to you at the temple? How they only acted like your friends when they needed something or were scared of me?”

Momo didn’t answer. His words hurt.

Tokoyami exhaled through his nose. “That Spartan is no different. He doesn't see you as human. And the way he looks at you...I don't know. It's unsettling. We need to get away from him as soon as possible. Besides, what’s he going to do to stop us if we decide to leave?”

Momo looked away. “I don't know,” she said quietly. She brought her hand up to clench over her chest. She suddenly felt very, very alone.

“Stop.”

Momo looked up sharply. Tokoyami was staring at her, his eyes hard. “The war is over,” he said. “We survived. And now we’re free of the dark. We can start fresh. You don’t have to be tied to him,” he repeated. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Her shoulders pulled inward slightly. She didn't want to fight again. They were always fighting these days. Couldn't they just go back to normal?

“Okay, I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m being illogical,” Momo whispered. She couldn’t do this anymore.

The heaviness in the room was palpable.

The kitchen door suddenly opened as Asui re-entered the room. Her eyes widened as she stopped in the doorway and looked between the two. “Is everything okay, kero?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

Asui blinked and tapped on her chin. "If you say so," she said hesitantly, obviously feeling the bitter tension that hung in the air.

Momo swallowed and turned, going over to the water bucket to wash her hands. She could feel Asui’s eyes on the back of her head. For once, Momo wished she could talk to her, but the nereid wouldn't be alone until they retreated back to their room for the night.

She bit her lip. In all her years of knowing Tokoyami, they had never disagreed like this, and the thought made her stomach churn.

She wanted to talk to someone. She had never been very good at keeping her thoughts to herself. It was what had gotten her in trouble with Todoroki in the first place, but she couldn’t help it.

“Lunch is about done,” Asui said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Yaoyorozu, can you please go get the children, kero?”

Momo nodded and headed out to the courtyard. She noticed Asui step closer to Tokoyami as she closed the kitchen door behind her, and tried to ignore the hollow ache in her chest.

The mid-morning sun shone down, already hot, highlighting the enclosed grounds. Potted olive and lemon trees decorated the stoned space, and on the far left side of the courtyard, a stone oven was nestled next to the wall.

In the middle of the garden stood a simple fountain adorned with a statue of Hephaestus, god of the forge and protector of outcasts. His short blond hair was swept backwards, with two distinct tufts sticking up above his head.

She looked up and paused. Across the courtyard, the children stood in awe, watching with wide eyes and open mouths as Shouto Todoroki demonstrated different dueling poses.

Momo stepped quickly behind a pillar. She hadn’t expected to see him. She felt her face warm and she pressed her hand to her chest as she leaned around the limestone pillar to watch secretly.

What was he doing out here?

The children were picking up sticks, imitating his movements as they swung at imaginary foes. Todoroki knelt down next to one of the boys and adjusted his hands.

Her chest tightened as she watched him. He seemed calmer today, she noted. Not as tense as usual.

Movement across the yard caught Momo’s attention as two boys suddenly jumped on Todoroki’s back. He lost his balance and fell backwards onto the ground with a huff. The boys whooped in triumph and began to wage an all-out assault on him, trying to pin Todoroki to the ground.

Momo felt the corners of her lips lift slightly. He didn’t seem like the type to put up with children, and yet he was acting so gentle. It was unexpected and slightly heartwarming.

She watched them for a moment before taking a deep breath to calm herself. She stepped around the pillar, clapping. “Okay, enough,” she called. "Lunch is ready. Go clean up.”

The boys tumbled off of Todoroki shouting and jeering, their attention diverted as they ran back inside pushing each other.

“No pushing,” Momo half-heartedly called after them. They ignored her. She sighed and looked back up. Todoroki was staring at her.

Momo froze. She felt her cheeks grow warm.

Slowly, Todoroki pushed himself up. He brushed his hands off on his chiton, and then looked back at her, his expression indecipherable.

She swallowed over a thick throat. It was the first time they had been alone like this since the incident.

Part of her urged her to turn around and not engage with him; it would only prove Tokoyami’s point. But another part of her was angry. Tokoyami didn’t believe her anyway, so what was the point of trying to ignore Todoroki?

She couldn’t fight two fronts. Tokoyami obviously wasn’t going to forgive her anytime soon. The least she could do was smooth out her relationship with Todoroki.

Momo brought a hand up to clench over her chest as they stared at each other.

“You didn’t seem like the type to be fond of children,” she said after a moment to break the silence.

Todoroki shrugged, and rubbed the back of his neck. "They're fine. They don't mean any harm," he said, drawing closer. “Were you helping Aizawa again?”

Momo stiffened. She had never asked his permission if she could intern under Aizawa and he had never said anything about it before. She bit her lip. “Yes, I just ended today’s lesson.”

Todoroki nodded. “Good.”

She didn’t know what to do with that response. He didn’t seem angry at least. She licked her lips. She needed to apologize and couldn’t afford to keep putting it off. Now was as good of time as any.

“Todoroki, I–” Momo drew in a deep breath, and dropped her gaze as she wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m sorry," she said softly.

He looked at her and raised a brow. “For what?”

Momo shifted. Her fingers tightened into the fabric of her chiton. Her heart was beating faster and faster in her chest and her throat felt dry.

“For running away. For not apologizing for what I said,” she forced out.

Todoroki looked away and shrugged. “It’s fine.”

Her eyes snapped up, and she at him. Was that it? The conversation felt anti-climatic. She had prepared to at least have him snap at her.

She couldn’t understand him at all, and didn’t know what to think about that.

“How’s working with Aizawa?” he suddenly asked, turning to look at her.

Momo tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as the abrupt change in topic caught her off guard. She swallowed. “I’ve been learning a lot. He’s been teaching me how to make the bases for a lot of different healing pastes and medicines. It’s actually really incredible. Even as the top healer in Troy there is still a lot I need to learn.”

Todoroki nodded and — if she could read him — seemed almost vaguely pleased.

Momo bit her lip as silence settled between them and her thoughts returned to Aizawa and her recent conversation. Tokoyami had dismissed her concerns, but she couldn’t push the conversation away as easily.

She looked up and studied Todoroki from under her lashes. As confusing as Todoroki’s actions were, she couldn’t deny that he was a highly skilled warrior with excellent judgment. It was a possibility that he would know what Aizawa was up to. Or he could think she was completely irrational.

Momo’s lips thinned. “Aizawa informed me that pirates will be arriving on the island soon.”

She looked up at Todoroki’s face. His expression didn’t change.

Momo’s eyes narrowed. “You knew?”

“Suspected.”

“How, then? Because we haven’t launched an operation?”

Todoroki sighed and brought his hand up to rest upon his sword’s hilt. “People like Aizawa are always planning something. He’s been nothing but secretive since we arrived. It isn’t that far-fetched that he’s been hiding something like this.”

It was true. The earlier conversation weighed heavily on her conscience. Why wouldn’t Aizawa have said anything earlier? What benefit did he have for hiding information?

Momo pressed her lips together. “I think something is happening here," she said slowly. She looked down and brought her hand up, pressing her index finger to her chin. "The stymphalian are supposed to be vicious, which we have seen is true, but it almost seems like they have a personal grudge against Aizawa. I’ve had this thought for a while, but — I wonder if something happened recently to get them riled up. Do you think Aizawa did something?” she asked, looking up.

“Possibly.”

"But why would Aizawa lie and make it sound like it's always been like this?”

Todoroki’s expression darkened. He shrugged and looked away. “Everyone has their own agenda. Gods and mortals alike." His tone was acrid.

Momo’s eyebrows drew together. “You sound resentful.”

His fingers twitched on his sword. “I’ve just been dealing with manipulative gods and people for a long time. They use people like pawns that can be disposed of as soon as they aren’t needed anymore. It’s disgusting.”

Momo frowned. "Did the Prince not have his own agenda? You fought for him and didn’t seem to care."

He shifted. "It’s not that I didn’t care. Bakugo is easy enough for me to understand. He never hides what he wants. He’s straightforward. I’m better at dealing with people like that than those who hide their true intentions.” He looked down at her. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but his eyes seemed to search hers expectantly. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

Momo felt her stomach twist. He looked like he wanted to kiss her again. Her heartbeat began beating faster.

She knew she shouldn’t, but part of her hoped he would.

He stared at her for several moments and then the mask slid back into place and he turned on his heel and walked back inside without saying another word to her.

Momo stood there staring at the space where he had been.

What was she doing?

Was she really that desperate and lonely that she wanted Todoroki to kiss her again so she’d feel wanted?

She froze as a cold sense of devastation crept over her when she realized that she was both of those things

She really was the worst.

#todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #shouto todoroki #Yaoyorozu Momo #ashes of love and war #My writing #My Story

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Prep time: 2 minutes

Cook Time: 10 minutes

Total Time: 12 minutes

*Ingredients

2 Cups Whole Milk

½ Cup Heavy Cream

1 Tablespoon Powdered Sugar

12 Ounce Dark Chocolate

Whipped cream

*Instructions

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VIII

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"Weird, I never noticed the hole in the ceiling until now." You said to yourself as you looked up at the said hole in the cream - colored ceiling of your bedroom.

And you noticing even the smallest of cracks in the walls, and ceilings, of your bedroom? In the dark?

This insomnia really was taking a toll on your whole body and your mental health!

And now, as you lay on your bed staring at the gaping hole in the ceiling, you couldn't help but wonder: if you didn't get to be in a relationship with that guy, would you still have difficulty sleeping? Would you be able to fall asleep at approximately ten in the evening?

Would you be able to concentrate more in the morning because you were able to have ample, not just enough, rest?

You sighed. You, thinking about what ifs, when it's already half - past two in the morning?

You growled helplessly as you took your pillow from underneath your head and covered your face with it to muffle the sound, all the while kicking the super soft bedsheets and flailing your legs about. Then, you threw the thing halfway across the room and sat up, ruffling your already messy hair.

"You should not be blaming him, girl!" You scolded yourself for, like, the ndth consecutive night since breaking up with that narcissist. "You should NOT be blaming him!" You swung your legs to the edge of the bed, reached for your fluffy bunny slippers, and stood. You opened the lamp, switching it on for the third time that evening. "It's all my fault! It's. All. My. Freaking. Fault!"

Meanwhile, as you made your way downstairs to get yourself a glass of water, all the while mumbling to yourself how it was your fault you couldn't sleep, V, Griffon, and Shadow were listening just outside your room, waiting for the perfect opportunity to execute the plan.

"That girl is goin' cuckoo, V!" Griffon exclaimed as he flew back down after observing your erratic movements and surveying the room as stealthily as he could. "She's talkin' to herself."

"No." Shadow, who was calmly standing next to the poet, rebutted. "More like, she's blaming herself. But, why?"

"That,... we'll know very soon." V answered as he tapped the ground with his metal cane, signaling for his familiars to begin the mission. And when you finally entered your room and closed the door, you heard some weird tapping on your window.

At first, you thought it was only your over - active imagination but, when the tapping resumed and at a more rapid intensity, you couldn't help but grab the flower vase on your vanity table for protection. Wielding the porcelain ornament like a makeshift weapon, you cautiously stepped towards the window where the noise was coming from. You grabbed the heavy pink curtain with your free hand and hastily drew it, revealing a most curious winged - visitor flying just outside the window.

"Griffon?" You uttered, setting the vase down and immediately opening the glass window to let him in.

"Special delivery!" The bird gleefully announced as he drew back and waved his wing, showing the man standing just behind him.

The man,... standing just behind him,...

But, wait! You're on the second floor of the house!

"Did my heart love ‘till now?" The man greeted you, his smile ever so charming, his voice ever so soothing, his presence,... ever so calming. And with those mere words, you felt all the anxiety and weariness leave your entire system, hopefully for good. He,... only has such power over you. "Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty 'till this night."

"V?!" You couldn't help but shriek in fright as you leaned on the windowsill to see the man clearly and how he was able to come face to face with you. He looked and stood so confident! So proud! So majestically dark! And then, you finally noticed the thing he was standing on: a seemingly sentient swirling and curving set of jet - black stairs that glimmered and shone like a million diamonds against the moonlit, winter sky. It connected from the ground to where the poet's feet were, helping him balance.

How was he doing all this?!

"Wh - wha - ? H - how?!" You stammered as you gazed at the green - eyed man clad in a dark sweater before you.

The poet chuckled and took out a book from his black canvas bag, opened it, and took a deep breath. "She speaks!" V read with a clear and low voice that pierced through the silence of the night.

"W - well, of course! I - "

"Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of Heaven."

Is this man, you thought as you felt the sides of your lips curve up into a smile, reciting Romeo and Juliet?

V went on, seeing that his reading made you smile. "Unto the white upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy - puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air." V closed the book shut, seemingly waiting for your response, and that's when you finally remembered!

He was emulating the famous balcony scene from the Shakespearean play!

"Your turn, my lady." V told you in a teasing tone and that devilish smirk of his.

How is no one seeing all this?! "Oh! I - ah, let me see, ah," You stammered as you tried to recall Juliet's words. You slapped your forehead when your messed up mind finally conjured up some incoherent words and tried to recite. "Oh, V - err, I mean, Romeo! Yes, Romeo, where,... art thou, oh Romeo. I - is that it?"

The poet hummed in agreement. He, then, crossed his arms and tilted his head to side, watching you closely and with clear interest. "Yes, go on."

"Okay! Umm," You mumbled, tapping your chin as you tried to recall more of Juliet's words. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or - "

" ... or if thou will not be," V recited, helping you with the lines. " ... but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be,… a Sparda."

Wait, Sparda? "Oh, I'm not sure if it went like that. But, I don't really care! I'm not fond of that tragic play, anyway."

"Oh! Why is that?" V asked, seemingly surprised when he heard you say those words to him, outright.

"Call me stupid but, I prefer happy endings, thank you very much."

"Not stupid, no,..." V only uttered as he, once again, was made captive of your sweet smile. "I adore,... happy endings, as well,..."

"I'm glad to hear that." You answered. Feeling the cold creep up on your skin, you finally realized that the poet was practically standing on the cold outside your room! He must be freezing! "Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! Come in!" You opened your window wider and reached for his hand with your own, pulling it and helping him enter your room.

Soft, dainty hands clasped together with large, rough ones, your hands stayed joined a few more moments after letting the man into your room. Green and (E/C) eyes locked onto each other, you felt yourselves moving closer to chase that warmth and that gentleness. Two hearts beating in unison, you felt you were instantly connected to each other as he leaned down and -

"Ah, V," The two of you turned and noticed both Griffon and Shadow waiting for you. " ... we're gonna, uhh, make the thing now." Griffon said in a calm voice when, in fact, the cheese right in front of him was both killing him and making him giddy inside at the same time. Well, it was the first time he has seen his Master this happy. And for that, he was glad.

He was glad that his Master finally met you.

"Oh! Of course." V answered as he unwillingly let go of your hand. "Of course."

"The thing?" You asked, confused at the familiar's words and disappointed that the tender moment between you and V were cut short.

"Yes. Let them handle it." V replied, feeling confident of his trustworthy familiars. "For now, I have,... something for you."

"Really?" You said, your peripheral vision catching sight of the familiars opening the door and going outside to who knew where. "Like a surprise?"

"Yes. If you may,..."

A few moments later, you were back to your bed with your back against the propped up pillows and the lower part of your body covered with the soft and fragrant sheets to make you warm and comfortable. And as you wiggled your toes and watched the poet as he made himself comfortable on the chair next to your bed, you couldn't help but feel excited of what's to come. He, then, reached for his bag and took from it an old leather - bound book that seemed worn down and yet so beloved. With a flourish of his slender tattooed fingers, he opened the book and turned to a certain page, stealing a longing glance from you as he gently smiled to reassure you that everything will be fine.

"I will now tell you,... the story of how Love and Soul came to be." He spoke with that low, almost whisper - like voice of his that made the atmosphere even more relaxing and comfortable. He really knew what he was doing. "I will tell you,... the myth of Cupid and Psyche." His eyes going back to his old book, he began reading. "There was once a King who had three daughters, all lovely maidens, but the youngest, Psyche, excelled her sisters so greatly that,... beside them she seemed a very goddess consorting with mere mortals. The fame of her,... surpassing beauty spread over the earth, and everywhere men journeyed to gaze upon her with wonder and adoration and to do her homage,... as though she were in truth one of the immortals."

"She must be so beautiful, then!" You couldn't help but speak of your opinions regarding Psyche. And to V, it was a good thing. It meant that you're invested in the story. "And she's worshipped like a god!"

"I don't believe in gods," V answered with a smile. " ... for I only believe in one, true, beautiful goddess whose smile I always fervently pray to see everyday of my life."

His words making your heart swell and your body really warm, you settled back to your pillows, hugging a brown stuffed bear and keeping it close to your chest.

Then, V went on. "They would say that even Venus herself could not equal this mortal. As they thronged in ever - growing numbers to worship her loveliness no one any more gave a thought to Venus herself. Her temples were neglected, her altars foul with cold ashes, her favorite towns deserted and falling in ruins. All the honors once hers were now given to a mere girl destined some day to die. It may well be believed that,..."

Meanwhile, as V went on with his bedtime story, the familiars silently made their way towards the kitchen to do their Master's bidding, and that was to make you a nice cup of warm chocolate.

Except that they never made anything in their whole life aside from fried Empusa or skewered Hell Antenora, and that spelled trouble for the both of them.

"Ah, how do we do it again?" Griffon whispered, carefully trying to make his way towards the kitchen in the darkness of the house.

"Just boil some liquid and pour the chocolate in!" Shadow answered as she successfully located where the utensils were hidden.

"Ah, how do we do exactly that? And what liquid are we talkin' about here?"

Shadow stopped sniffing the neatly stacked utensils in the cupboard and stared at her companion with such dread in her own, red eyes.

"I don't know."

Griffon stared back at her with wide, golden eyes that made the situation seem worse. "Oh, fuck!"

"Didn't you read the instructions Master gave you?"

"What instructions?"

"You, imbecile! The paper that Master handed you earlier!"

"Oh! Is that the,... ahh,... instructions? Haha! Didn't know about that! Too bad, huh?!"

Shadow's eyes dangerously narrowed as she stalked towards Griffon like the dangerous predator that she was. "What did you do to the paper, Griffon?" She asked, a hint of that frightening growl escaping her throat.

Now, if demonic birds could even sweat, Griffon would probably be soaked and dripping wet as of that moment. "Ah, ah, I can explain! Listen to me very, very carefully, kitty - cat - "

"STOP CALLING ME A KITTY - CAT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU DID TO THE PAPER!" Shadow growled, the sound of her voice making the four corners of the old house tremble, its frightening noise reaching the second floor and making V stop reading.

"What was that?" You questioned, your eyebrows furrowed and your voice laced with worry and nervousness at the frightening noise you just heard.

"What do you mean by that, my dear?" V, on the other hand, pretended he did not hear anything.

"Ah, I thought I heard some noise downstairs,..."

"I C - CAN'T B - BREATH!" Wheezed Griffon, trying to escape Shadow's tail that went over his face, suffocating him. "H - HELP! AGHK! S – STOP! I BEG YA!”

"OF ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVE TO THROW AWAY, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THE INSTRUCTION MANUAL?! YOU, STUPID,... BIRD BRAIN!" Shadow growled, not caring at all whether Griffon would enter his stalemate state due to her ceaseless attack or just end up dead due to asphyxiation.

"I T - TOLD YA! I THOUGHT SHAKESPEARE WANTED ME TO BURN THE THING - SSSQQQUUUAAAWWWKKK!"

"YOU,... BURNED IT?! HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE - ?!"

"Who is in my house?!"

Both Shadow and Griffon gasped as they looked at Adelaide, who was still in her night gown and pointing her rolling pin at them. Luckily for the familiars, it was too dark for her to see them.

Carefully putting Griffon down, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, Shadow cautiously stepped away and cleared her throat. "We're not your enemies, Adelaide. Put your weapon down."

"Stupid cat!" Griffon whispered savagely at what the demonic cat just did.

"Shut up! She can't see us!"

"Oh! Ye're right,..."

"I'm one step away from calling 911!" Adelaide threatened as she tightened her grip on the rolling pin. "Reveal yourself!"

Shadow, who was mainly the cause of all the noise in the first place, made one last desperate move to deceive the old woman. Clearing her throat once more and hoping for the old woman to believe her ruse, she spoke. "Adelaide, my dear, I' am your mother."

"Mother?!" The old woman spat. "But my mother has been dead a long time ago!"

"Yes, I' am." Shadow answered as she gestured for Griffon to move away. "And I've come to visit you in your dream."

"Dream? I'm,... dreaming? This is a dream?"

"Why, yes, my dear! Otherwise, how could I speak with you like this?"

Both familiars breathing a sigh of relief, they watched as the old woman finally brought her guard down. Believing every word that the demonic feline just uttered, she said, "Mother, why have you come to visit me?"

"Go on!" Griffon whispered to Shadow as he hid behind one of the chairs.

"I was,... just checking whether you're doing fine." The feline went on with the lie.

"I'm fine but," Adelaide spoke, making the familiars nervous. How long would this go on? " ... it's my grandchild. I'm worried about her."

"Worried? Tell me why."

"It's about this man named V." The old woman answered, the mere mention of their Master's name making them even more cautious. And intrigued. "Tell me, mother: is he really the one for (Y/N)? I'm afraid. She was hurt by someone before. I,... don't want anyone to hurt her like that, anymore. I don't want to see her cry ever again. So, I want to know: is this man, V, really the one for her?"

Shadow took a deep breath. Standing on her hind legs, she placed one of her paws on the old woman's right shoulder, hoping to reassure her. "Tell me, is your grandchild crying now?"

"No."

"Then, does she look happy?"

"Why, yes! Yes, she is. She looks so happy,... whenever V visits her."

"And this V," Shadow went on. " ... does he look like a man who would make her cry?"

And to this, the woman became really emotional. Wiping away the tears that escaped her eyes, she said, "No. In fact, I knew it. I knew it in my bones that he would never do such a thing to her. I know he would make her happy and I know he would make her forget what happened to her in the past. I' am aware. I,... believe,... that V,... loves her. With all his heart."

"Then, keep on believing!" The familiar answered, putting her other paw on her left shoulder. "Believe that V would do everything you've said and more. He will make her,... the happiest woman on earth!"

"I understand!" Adelaide happily answered as she wiped her tears with the sleeves of her nightgown. "Thank you so much, mother! Oh, I missed you so much!"

"Oh!" Shadow was surprised when the old woman suddenly hugged her tightly. Adelaide, on the other hand, did not care ( or did not notice ), even for a second, that what she was feeling against her own body was thick, demon fur instead of actual human skin.

Shadow noticed Griffon pointing at something in the cupboard with his wing. And that's when a bright idea struck her head.

"I missed you too, dear child." Shadow cooed as she gently brushed Adelaide's silver gray hair with her large paw. "Now, if you may, I want you to do something for me, then I'll be off,..."

Meanwhile, back in your bedroom, the two familiars arrived just in time to see you giggling as you listened intently at V, who was now holding a large stuffed lamb that he took from your bed and making weird movements with it, like he was making a child laugh.

"The sheep were indeed very fierce, but if Psyche would wait until they came out of the bushes toward evening to rest beside the river," The poet read energetically as he noticed, at the corner of his eye, both Griffon and Shadow helping each other place the cup of the desired hot beverage on the table next to your bed. Nodding and humming in approval, he went on. " ... she could go into the thicket and find plenty of the golden wool hanging on the sharp briars."

You smiled as V threw the stuffed lamb and caught it in mid air, looking really engrossed in his story - telling.

It was getting really late, even Griffon and Shadow settled cozily next to you as you listened to the poet's tale. For a moment, you never noticed the time, or your own anxiety and insomnia, until V finally reached the ending of the story and the familiars’ soft snores reverberated inside the room.

" ... so all came to a most happy end. Love and the Soul had sought and, after sore trials, found each other, and that union could never be broken. For it is a difficult matter," V read in a whisper as he slowly closed the book. " ... to keep Love imprisoned. The end."

You couldn't take your eyes off him as if you were mesmerized by his words and his whole being. You clutched at the sheets and spoke softly, "It’s a beautiful story, V. Thank you so much,... for sharing it with me."

The poet smiled as he returned the book to his bag. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, it is getting late, and - "

"Wait!" You interrupted him as you quickly grabbed the end of his sweater, preventing him from leaving.

He turned and looked down at you, his smile never leaving his kind features. "How can I be of service to you, my lady?"

"Will you listen to my story?" You asked him. "A different one."

"Well, of course. Let me," He uttered, lifting the sleeping Griffon and putting him on the chair he was sitting on. " ... just move this fellow so I could listen to you well." He, then, sat next to you.

You smiled, feeling safe and sound with the incredible warmth beside you. You couldn't believe it - V, sitting oh so close to you, inside your room, in the middle of the night,...

You almost chuckled at the thought of your grandma catching the two of you like this.

"Alright, let's hear it, your story." V whispered, his shoulder brushing against yours as he crossed his arms and made himself comfortable.

"Umm," You stammered, gulping down and clearing your throat to ease the nerves that suddenly overtook your senses. " ... it's fine, right? Me opening up to you?"

"As long as you're comfortable with it."

"Alright." You took a deep breath and looked once more at the hole in the ceiling. "I met this man, his name was Christopher Lancaster."

Of course, V thought as the feeling of dread filled his chest at the mere mention of the man who made you suffer in your former life through very frighteningly inhuman ways. It always has to be him,...

"For a time, we were very much in love. I was young, and I was very much in love with love." You confessed, scoffing right after at the mere absurdity of it all. "I honestly thought he was the one. He was young, and handsome, and talented, and, well, you could say he has everything in this world. But, I was wrong. He didn't have everything. He was asking for more." You looked down, fidgeting at the sheets. "He wanted to have me. You know what I'm saying?"

Oh, no, no, no, no, V thought helplessly as some unpleasant thoughts suddenly plagued his already overworked mind. Please, say you didn't! Please, say you didn't,...

"And you know what? I refused." You told him, and for a moment, V felt like he could already rest in peace, knowing that Lancaster was not able to lay a single finger on your skin. He turned and noticed you looking up at him with such wide and innocent eyes. "I refused him, V. And I didn't know why. I knew I loved him, he was everything I could ask for. But, I don't know why I did what I did.

"Then, he changed. He became violent and harsh. He humiliated me in front of others. He made fun of my family. He said I'm too domestic. Just because I refused to be intimate with him."

Those words back then. He said that, domestic.

So, that's what he meant!

For a while, V clutched angrily at the sheets of the bed, balling them into his left fist as he tried to control his anger. But, then again, he had to remind himself that he's not here to make matters worse.

He was here to make you feel better.

He was here to fulfill your wish.

"You know, I should've left him after that but, I was stupid enough to hold onto him. To hold onto the person who doesn't truly love me the way I loved him. I believed, for such a long time, that I could change his ways. That I could bring back the days when we were alright. Again, I was wrong. After everything I did for him, he still left me. He found another, someone who truly deserves him."

You were about to succumb to your weakness and let it all out in front of the one person you knew you could trust, when you heard him speak.

"You should be glad that he left you, then. A person,... who truly loves you,... would never, ever leave you for such a thing. There is a saying," V turned to you, brushing away, with his long fingers, the tears that your traitorous eyes let out. " ... love,... is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud." He, then, reached for your cheeks and brushed the remaining tears in them with his thumbs, making your face warm. "It is not rude, it is not self - seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs."

After that, he let go of your cheeks, only to pull you into his arms for an embrace you didn't know, didn't expect, you needed. And it made you even more emotional than ever before. Pulling him closer to you, you wrapped him in your arms, reciprocating the embrace, and buried your face in his chest, letting out the tears, and your burden, in him,...

... in the man you never knew would miraculously come into your life.

Feeling your trembling body against his, he tightened his embrace and buried his face in your fragrant hair. Rubbing your back and trying to soothe your tired body, he went on. "Love,... does not delight in evil,... but rejoices in the truth. It always protects,... always trusts,... always hopes,... always perseveres." V closed his eyes as he felt some tears of his own escaping him. I'm supposed to make you happy, not make you cry like this! "Seeing you happy,... is the only single thing in this world that keeps me going. So, please, smile," He removed his hands from you and cupped your cheeks once more. Looking deeply into your eyes, he gently laid his forehead against yours, the tender gesture finally making you smile despite all the tears. " ... and be happy. Don't ever blame yourself for what happened in the past. It was never your fault. Live for the people you love. Smile,... for there are people who truly loves you. And they would never leave you, no matter what. Don't forget about that."

With one last tear containing the remnants of your feelings for your former lover, you nodded and smiled, more than ready to do exactly what V has told you to do. He was right, there are people,... who truly loves you. There are people,... who would never leave you, no matter what.

There's always a special someone,...

.... who would stay with you,

... and love you,...

... no matter what life throws at you,...

... until the end of time.

You laid your hands against his, clutching them, and never letting them go. "So, I assume you would scold me if I say I was stupid for being so emotional?"

"I won't scold you." V answered, never taking his hands off your face. "We are all emotional beings, after all. Demon, or no."

"Stay with me, please. Until I fall asleep."

After finishing the chocolate drink that the familiars graciously made for you, you settled back to your bed, actually feeling sleepy. Tucking you in and stroking your hair, he laid down next to you and recited one last poem for the evening, hoping it would finally help you relax.

"O soft embalmer of the still midnight," he whispered, seeing you close your eyes and turn to him. " ... shutting, with careful fingers and benign,... our gloom - pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,... enshaded in forgetfulness divine." V's mouth opened in awe as your arm went around him, pulling him closer to your body. "O soothest sleep! If so it please thee,... close in midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,... or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws around my bed its lulling charities. Then save me,... or the passed day will shine upon my pillow, breeding many woes." He closed his eyes, emulating your movements and pulling you close to his. "Save me from curious conscience,... that still lords its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,... and seal,... the hushed casket of my soul.

"Good night, my lady." He pressed his lips on your forehead, already hearing your soft breathing. "Parting is such sweet sorrow,... that I shall say good night 'till it be morrow. Let us meet,... in the land of dreams. In a beautiful garden,... somewhere only we know. See you soon, my love."

My love,...

Somehow, those words were the first things that came to your mind the moment you woke up. It's as if,... the gentle words were engraved on your mind, heart, and soul, making its presence known and not leaving you alone,...

Stretching your arms and yawning a lot, you realized that V was, of course, gone, and so were his familiars. And they didn't just leave, they even cleaned some of the mess from last night. The stuffed animals were carefully placed back to your shelves, the flower vase was back to your vanity table, even the curtain looked new.

You sighed, slightly feeling guilty that the night you spent with V has to end. You really enjoyed spending time with him, and you were able to relax and fall asleep without tossing and turning too much on your bed. You hoped that something like that would happen again, of V tapping into your window, in the middle of the night, and offering to read you stories once more as you sipped on the chocolate drink that Griffon and Shadow made for you. You hoped that he would stay with you and recite poems for you once more, until you fall asleep. You hoped that you could feel his arms around you again,...

As much as you wanted to stay in your bed and fondly think of the events that unfolded last night, the sun was already high up into the sky, and you still have lots of things to do. You swung your feet to the edge of the bed and reached for your neatly placed fluffy bunny slippers. You were about to make your way towards the bathroom to wash your face when you noticed something on the bedside table,...

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"Good morning, dearie!" Adelaide greeted you. "What do you want for - HEY!"

"I'll be back, gran!" You announced as you quickly made your way outside the house.

Still in your wool pajamas, you ran straight towards V's house and began knocking rapidly on his door. It was opened a few minutes later by the man, himself, who was still in his sleepwear and messy bed hair, as if he woke up just to answer you.

Fighting the urge to giggle at his unkempt, and yet adorable, appearance, you smiled at him and handed him a piece of paper. He took it and read it. The single word written in it still not registering in his mind, he asked you, " ... pardon?"

"You said, please, say yes." You excitedly informed him. "And I said, yes! I'm going to the New Year's Ball with you, V!"

It took the poet a full minute before he finally realized what you were talking about. And when he finally realized what your words truly meant, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed his messy hair with both hands and spoke, "That - that's your answer, right? You'll go to the Ball with me?"

"Hahaha! Of course, you silly poet!" You laughed as you threw yourself at him, hugging him and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Oh, how sweet you smelled. What a nice morning, indeed! "See ya!"

And before V could even reciprocate with a kiss of his own, you took your hands off him, waved, and went back to your house.

Which was a good thing, seeing that he hasn't even gargled or brushed his teeth,...

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #chapter 8 #somewhere only we know #lily allen's somewhere only we know

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Lucien Fanfiction: Distraction (SFW)

[This is my second fanfic for Lucien. I’m really happy I can get back into writing fanfiction, I haven’t written anything in weeks and I needed this. Plus I’m sick and have nothing else to do but make Lucien fan blush ;)]

Okay ENJOY. I almost exploded writing. Whew!

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MC’s eyes are glued to the screen as she types away at her computer. She has a show report due by the end of the week and she had already lost a bit of time. Earlier in the week, MC has been working in her room, writing a draft and kept hearing noises in the walls. When she called the landlord about the issue, it was discovered that there was an infestation. She would have to stay out of her room for a few days until it was dealt with. For the past 24 hours, she’s been staying with Lucien, who didn’t hesitate to welcome her to his home. She was hesitant at first, since the only other time they had shared a room was during their vacation, but so far, Lucien had made her feel right at home. He chose to sleep on the couch while she took the bed (though he was insistent that he had no problem sharing~). He even moved some stuff around to give her a comfortable place for her to do her work. He really did look after her well.

MC yawns loudly, takes a sip of coffee and continues typing. Looking over at the clock on screen, she noticed it was nearing 10pm. This means two things, 1) Lucien should be getting back from the lab soon and 2) MC’s bedtime was right around the corner. She felt her eyelids get heavier and heavier.

“I’ll just close my eyes for a second.” She says, pushing the keyboard forward and laying into her folded arms. She passed out in seconds without even realizing it.

The door handle begins to jiggle as the clock hits 10:30pm. Lucien enters the room, the door handle in one hand and his suitcase in another. The neuroscientist takes a deep breath, loosens his tie, exhales slowly, and drops his suitcase to the ground, exhausted from the long day. He takes off his shoes, gently kicking them to the side. Looking over to the corner of the room, he noticed MC, fast asleep at her desk. His eyes widen in surprise, still not used to her staying at his home, but smiles and tries to be more silent. He shuts the door gently, locking it as quietly as he can. He removes his lab coat, hanging it on the coat hanger near the door, and walks over to the sleeping girl.

“You’re sleeping habits are truly terrible.” He chuckles to himself. “But... I can’t deny how cute you are, Silly.” He stares at her for a couple minutes, watching her lovingly. As bad as it was to have her room infested, he couldn’t help but be happy that he could be able to come home to a cute girl every night after work. He shakes his head and smiles, debating whether or not to wake her up. He looks at the screen and sees the “Due By” date on the document. Being that whatever she is working on is due soon, he figures waking her is probably the best option. But really, the work is just an excuse, he just wants to be able to be able to greet her properly.

Lucien touches MC’s shoulder and gives it a small shake, making her jolt up. MC sits up, her eyes clouded and her heart racing from the shock. Before even noticing the man beside her, MC sees the cup of coffee, grabs it, gulps it down and starts typing as if she had never stopped.

“Hm, so I can’t even get a ''hello” when I return from work?'' The scientist says, disappointment in his voice but a grin on his face. “That really hurts my feelings.” MC jumps at his voice and turns around, finally noticing him.

“Oh my god! Lucien, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” she explains frantically. “I was working all day and I wanted to take a nap earlier but I just had to finish up some things and run some errands and… I didn’t mean to-” Lucien stands closer to her and pats her head, making her stop talking.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to panic.” He assures her with a grin. “I’ll let you get back to your work, you seem to be very invested in it. You can make it up to me later.”

“Oh, thank you so muc- wait, what do you mean “make it up to you”?”

Lucien walks toward the bathroom, ignoring her question.

“I’m going to go take a shower real quick.” He tells her, shutting the door.

MC nods at him slowly. She instantly focuses back on her work and starts typing once again. The sound of the shower running could be heard. MC feels a bit distracted by this. The thought of being in the same room as him while he’s showering. Her face heats up just thinking about it.

(NO! Stop that! This is totally normal. Don’t be embarrassed! Focus on your work.)

A few minutes go by and the bathroom door opens, making the sound of the shower more audible. MC looks over as a reflex. Lucien is standing there, dripping water head to toe, with nothing but a black towel around his waist. MC immediately turns back around and covers her eyes with her hands.

“I’M S-SO SORRY! I just heard the door open and-”

“No, no I’m sorry! I forgot my robe and I just needed to grab it from the bedroom real quick.” Lucien explains, quickly walking to the other side of the apartment. He goes in and shuts the door. MC heart begins to race, still recovering.

(Oh man, this is all my fault. I should have just stayed in a hotel for a few days. Now I’m just making him uncomfortable!). She uncovers her eyes and looks at the document open on her computer screen again, trying to regain focus. Her fingers tried to type, but her mind wasn’t completely calm yet.

(It’s fine, I’ve seen him without a shirt once, at the beach… it’s not like I haven’t seen that before… NO NO, this is completely different! He was in a towel! He was technically wearing NOTHING! Oh god, maybe I should just go back to my room and hope the gas they’ve used can knock me out.)

The bedroom door slowly opens, making MC freeze up. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Lucien clad in a deep red robe. She doesn’t dare look over. (Nope, nuh uh.)

“I’m so sorry about that. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Lucien says to her.

“No! No! I’m sorry. I’ve come into your home. It must be really uncomfortable for you. Maybe I should go stay with a friend so I won’t be in your way.” His footsteps approach her, but she still doesn’t turn around. While he’s behind her, he places his hands on her shoulders.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable in the least. You can stay here as long as you need to. (Or longer if you’d like).”

“I-I only need to stay until Friday.” He smiles to himself and let’s her shoulders go.

“I’ve distracted you enough. I promise I’ll let you get back to your show report.”

“No no you’re fine, you’re not distracting me at all.”

“Hm… I see.” He says quietly, but loud enough for MC to hear.

(What did that mean? Oh never mind that, Come on, let’s finish this report!)

Almost half an hour passes before the sound of the shower stops.

(Wow, he takes really long showers.) MC thinks to herself. The door opens. In the corner of her eye is a robe clad Lucien with a towel on his head. Her own curiosity makes her want to look over a little more, but she shakes her head and looks back at the screen, typing away. Lucien walks across the apartment again towards the bedroom.

(Hm, he’s probably gonna get dressed for bed. Does he normally go to sleep at this time? Wait, does he actually sleep at all? What does he wear to bed I wonder…. WAIT?! I DON’T WANNA KNOW THAT?! Why did I think that? Come on, focus!!!). Lucien walks out of the bedroom and shuts it behind him. He’s wearing a black t-shirt,long black pajama pants and tan-coloured house shoes.

“Focus!” She scolds herself out loud, not realizing how loud she was. She covers her mouth quickly. Lucien can’t help but overhear this and starts quietly chuckling. He walks over and places his arms around MC’s shoulders, catching her off guard.

“Lucien! Sorry, you startled me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He says. A few seconds go by and he still hasn’t moved or said anything. MC is confused, but decided to just continue typing. “What are you working on exactly?” Lucien asks her.

“Um, well, uh… ahem, just a report for the next show. It’s due soon so I have to spend as much time as I can on it.”

“What’s the episode about?”

“Oh, well, there’s a family we want to interview. They believe each one of them has a different super power. They have a newborn baby, they are worried because since their powers all vary, they have no idea what the baby’s could be.”

“That’s really interesting. I’m sure that will be a popular episode, Families all over Loveland would want to tune in.”

“Aww thank you. I feel pretty confident in this one.”

(He’s still got his arms around me… maybe he just forgot… should I say something? I mean, it’s not bad, but…). MC feels Lucien lean in closer, resting his head on her shoulder.

“How close are you to finishing, considering the deadline?” His voice is quite close to her ears and they can’t help but turn red. She reaches up to scratch her ear, hoping to make it stop.

“Well, this is just a draft right now. I’ll finalize it tomorrow once I’ve finished. Then I have to have someone go through and see if it’s okay before I turn it in. So, a lot of steps”

“Oh I see, this is quite the important paper...”

“Mmhmm.” She says, half ignoring him while she types. She nears the end of a paragraph and tries to decide how to conclude.

“But is it more important than me?” He whispers into her ear, pulling her closer to him. MC jumps, making her coffee cup tip and almost fall over. “Oh dear… did I startle you again? Sorry about that...”

(What?! Of course you did!)

“N-no, I’m sorry, you just caught me off guard... Ahem, where was I…?”

“You didn’t answer my question?”

“Lucien I-” MC sighs. “No, it’s not MORE important. Um, you both are important. But, um, once I finish, then we can, like, hang out if you want.”

“I understand.” He says smiling. “Well, go on then.” He removes his hands from her shoulder, making her sigh in relief. But he quickly places them around her waist from behind.

“Lucien…”

“Yes.”

“I need to work…”

“Okay... and?”

She lets out a giggle at this, but quickly stops herself.

(NO! Do not give in! We don’t have time for this!)

“AND it’s hard to do so with you… so close.”

“Oh, so, you’re saying I’m making it hard for you to focus?”

In the darker parts of the screen, she can see his reflection and he has a big smirk on his face. “I’m not distracting you am I? Hm?”

(Oh god, he’s doing this on purpose, UGH!)

“No, I don’t mind having you here! It’s just that, um, if you could...”

“Uh huh?” He begins to nuzzle into the nape of her neck, making her blush deeper.

“I… um… uh… it’s just...”

“ ‘I… um… it’s just…?’ ” He echoes mockingly. “What’s wrong, cat got your silly little tongue?”

“No! Just, be quiet...” She whines, placing her hands back on the keyboard.

“You seem quite tense, maybe you should take a break.” He is no longer containing his chuckling.

(Oh man… maybe I could just take a little break... NO! We have to be firm and direct!)

“Ahem. Lucien, I can’t do this right now. I cannot take a break. This paper is important-”

“And I’m not?” He asks in her ear again. She shudders involuntarily, making him laugh with satisfaction.

“No y-you are, but I made a plan to finish this tonight and finalize it tomorrow and I just can’t right now. But we can, um, do this some other time.” He squeezes me tighter in his arms

“I’m not doing anything to keep you from typing. If you want to work, please feel free.”

MC realizes there’s nothing else she can do and decides to just try and continue working.

(Maybe he’ll eventually get bored and leave).

Each time MC makes a spelling or grammar error and has to backspace makes Lucien chuckle. She’s completely distracted no matter how hard she tries to ignore him.

“You still owe me from earlier.” He says in a low voice.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I came back from a long, hard day of work, finally able to come home to a cute girl and here I find you, fast asleep at your desk.”

“I’m sorry, I was just tire-”

“And then when you wake up, you don’t even greet me. No “hello”, no hug, not even smile. *sigh* Poor me.”

He’s still smiling, she can hear it in his voice.

“I said I was sorry,” MC apologizes, letting out a nervous laugh.

“You can still make it up to me by leaving this project for tomorrow and focusing on me instead.”

“Not now. Later.”

“Nope, now.”

“LA-TER.” She bites her lip to avoid grinning, but it’s no use.

“You know what’s interesting?”

“What now?” MC asks, nervously laughing again.

“You been on this same paragraph since I took my shower.”

MC freezes up. She looks at her document to double check.

(What? No I wrote more… oh wait he’s right. Nothing sounded right so I just kept backspacing. And I was so distracted I actually didn’t even make any progress. Crap! Damn him and his observation skills).

“Oh, was I right?” He places a kiss in her neck, sucking it a bit to leave a mark, making her let out a squeak. “What was that? Was that you? Silly girl.”

“.....”

(… fine…. you win. You jerk...)

He kisses her again, except on the cheek this time, humming happily to himself.

“Ugh, so, that “I forgot my robe” thing” was planned wasn’t it?” The keyboard now is nothing but a place for her hands to rest. She pushes it forward and sets her hands on the desk. The monitor turns black as there has been no activity.

“Why do you say that?” He asks, kissing her neck again. She held back a moan to his dissatisfaction.

“Cause I know you. Plus you have photographic memory, obviously.” He smirks and kisses below her ear. She lets out a small whimper after trying to hold back.

“So you were distracted that whole time?”

“No!”

“Aw don’t lie.”

“I’m not! I wrote a sen...tence or two. I was just more worried that I was being a burden than anything else.”

“A burden? Oh no, quite the opposite.” He kisses her neck between words. “I *kiss* enjoy *kiss* having *kiss* you here *kiss*.”

(Okay… Crap… Why is he so sweet...? I’ll just... leave this project for another time… god, I promised myself I wouldn’t procrastinate this time… UGH, Damn it Lucien., why are you this way?).

MC turns the office chair to face Lucien. He smiles victoriously as he lifts her out of the chair and into his arms. MC wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his. After kissing for a minute or two Lucien quickly places MC back onto the ground and puts his hands in his pockets.

(Huh? Wait, what?)

“I’m so sorry,” Lucien says apologetically, his fingers pressing his brows together. “But we’ll have to continue some other time. I’m afraid I’m still quite busy. You can go back and do your work now if you’d like.”

MC just stares at him, her mouth agape, not hiding her shock at all. This causes Lucien to laugh out loud, holding his stomach and cover his mouth with his other hand. MC turns even redder and crosses her arms.

“I was just joking, silly girl. I didn’t imagine you’d look so stunned.” He starts to crack up once more.

“Ugh! Shut up will you. You are so annoying…” He smiles at her, holds her in his arms and kisses her lips again. MC gives in and returns it, finding her arms around his neck again, as if they belonged there. He picks her up in his arms again, not breaking the kiss.

“Maybe you’d have… finished before... I came back... if you hadn’t fallen asleep... Silly.” Lucien says between kisses. “You are you’re terrible sleep habits. Tsk tsk tsk.” MC weakly hits his shoulders in retaliation, making him laugh lightly.

“Stop… talking… you...”

Lucien walks with her in his arms toward the bedroom.

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Having been sent by the explosion created by Ovig Nadal to a strange land, Adam comes across an old friend and learns of a dangerous new enemy

Might-Upon-Serentity: Frances Gillard

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The possessed body of Ghost-of-Sunken-Dawn explodes in a flash of polychromatic light, instantly filling the room with dust and chunks of the facility. Eikal and Inspiration are vapourized and I am sent flying backwards towards the back wall of the detainment building and then, when I subconsciously expect to land against, or crash through the wall, I continue to fall. Still surrounded by streaks of multicoloured energy and dust, I begin to sail through the air falling for a few seconds before I land in a large, algae filled pond. The water is shallow and does little to cushion my fall and so I am heavily winded, I drag myself to the edge of the pond, bombarded by falling chunks of concrete and construction plastic and I lay there sprawled out, trying my best to catch my breath. I look above me and see a cloud of dust in the sky, slowly sinking downwards to the surface. The two suns beat down above me, the stagnant pond water soaking my thick coat already starting to evaporate. My visu-link is offline and so I remove it from my eye and toss it away. The floor around me is not covered in grass or mounds of black soil but is instead carpeted in a complex net of small vines which sprawl outwards. It grows so thick that I can't see the soil beneath it. I roll over and sit up, my body from my torso down still submerged in the pond. The gravity here is much stronger than that of Dhāra jamīna which makes it much harder to move and the sudden change accentuates the pain in my joints. There’s a sharp pain on my back on the left side when I breathe as well as a constant dull ache. I reach for my spear and find it no longer there, frantically I begin to search, getting up from my half submerged resting place I see the wide, flat horizon interrupted in the far distance by huge mesas, and equally large sloping hills. Occasionally a bank will rise out of the terrain or what I assume to be a fallen tree, covered in vines and moss protruding outwards. I begin to search for my weapon when very suddenly the spear lands and lodges itself in the ground where I was just sitting. I stare at it, the blade sunken into the marshy stinking mud at the edge of the pool of stagnant water. I return it to my side and pick a direction.

[the sounds of a swamp, insects, some animals makes noises, but overall it is quite peaceful]

The march is slow, so as not to strain my very obviously broken ribs, the two suns reach the apex in the sky and the heat forces the limited oxygen from the air out of my chest and singes my nostrils when I try to drag it back in, my sleeves are rolled up and my winter coat is tied around my waist but the scorching heat continues to relentlessly beat down on me. As I get closer to what I previously thought was a dead tree, overgrown with moss and vines, turned out to be an old starship, a very old starship sunken downward into the mud, the engines pointing up to the sky. The thing had basically been gutted, wiring, panels everything except for the frame and outer shell had been stripped clean, clearly the work of some very dedicated scavengers, which meant there were people here and the fact that whoever did this decided not to just live in it meant that they took their scrap somewhere. Somewhere I intend to find.

This planet is littered with wrecks, some are small fighters like Ehedydd, others are huge, not supercruiser huge but a few haulers here and there. All of them stripped clean. I guess for whoever lives here this is the only source of materials and supplies. I continue to walk, I don't stop for a break once in what I estimate to have been a 36 hour journey in the baking heat. The two suns mercifully begin to set and the moonless night falls on the swamp. In the darkness, it’s hard to see, however I eventually make it to a long, thin, luxury yacht. It lays on its side. The left wing pointing straight up and so I have to scramble up to enter the dead ship. The pain in my side is too great for me to be able to focus on not focusing, and just fall asleep so instead I just lay back on a window and close my eyes. Throughout the night I hear strange wailing and moaning coming from outside, the whole night seems to come to life as what I can only assume is a horde of many different creatures perform their nightly routine. Through it all though I can faintly hear the sound of what must be a voice. I pull myself up and out of the side door on top of my shelter, wincing as I roll up and onto the mossy carpet that spills across the fallen ship and jerkily push myself up into a crouching position. I draw my spear, leaving it unextended. For now. There’s a culture Veatorians name their weapons, every single knife, bow, or firearm gets given a name. The idea being that you’ll take care of it better, there's some deep philosophy behind it that I can't properly convey. The practice later got adopted into the military as a whole later on. I might do the same, maybe it will make me feel less solitary surrounded by the shrieking night. Hunched down, I look out into the darkness and see nothing. And then, a bump into the side of the ship. Startled, I extend my spear to its full length, refraining from flicking the switch to electrify the blade, and peer over the side of the ship. In the deep night I can just just about discern a shape hugging close to the angled roof of the ship, completely still. “Hey!” I call out, but it doesn't respond. It looks like a person swaddled in heaps of dirty cloth, so much that no features can be made out.

[it mumbles, the words inaudible]

I slide down the roof of the ship and cautiously approach the figure, spear held in both hands “excuse me,” I say, still no response, I hold the spear in one hand and get closer to it, my eyes follow the fabric down to the floor and I see that behind it is one long uninterrupted stretch of cloth that sprawls outwards for what must be miles miles. I circle round, now standing close to the wall as well, I try to peer into the clump of material where I assume a face would be but see nothing, just more fabric. I go to touch it, and the instant I make contact it collapses to the ground, its journey now ending here, with me. I lift up a few rags with the tip of my spear but find nothing. I clamber up and into the ship and try my best to ignore the pain for the rest of the night.

I must have managed sleep, because instantly it’s daytime, the light peering through the vines that cover the windowless gaps in the ceiling. I go to check where the creature had been but there’s no sign of it, no depression in the ground, no mile long cloth stretching into the horizon to suggest it had gotten up and continued its journey, nothing. I march for another 14 hours before, in the distance, I spot something, not a ship, or a withering tree, in the shivering heat and from this distance it's nothing more than a white blur, but as I draw closer, I see that it is the ribcage of some long dead, long-dead beast, 20 metres in all with about 13 sets of ribs, arcing up into the sky. In between each individual rib were strung up small huts, made of scrap metal and animal skins, although from what animal they possibly could have come from is a mystery.

As I approach the town my gait becomes irregular and my head begins to pound with a heavy thud, the vines writhe and wriggle violently beneath me and I crouch down to inspect them, they move chaotically and as I stare the notice a pattern, amongst all the chaos there emerges order and regularity. I hear a woman's voice

"Hello Adam" she says

I stand, and sat at the edge of the town is a malgaric woman, she sits on the edge of a wide flat rock, the sun shines between the ribs, casting half of her shadow, she has a set of metal spheres hovering below each ear and a fan of metal shards splaying outwards from the back of her head. Half delirious from the lack of food and water after walking for what felt like 3 days in the sun I wobble slightly in place

"Might?" I ask, my voice trembling with sunstroke and uncertainty

"The one and only," she says, as I fall unconscious to the floor

[a strange ambience, muffled, stretched out, an embodiment of delirium]

Drifting in and out of consciousness I try to wake up, to move, to do anything. Instead I struggle to open my eyes, and when I do I am met with various images that would normally be strange to me but in my current state I am in no place to currently contemplate: I am picked up and carried through the settlement, the pointed ends of the ribs arcing outwards like a pale hand closing around me. Something large circles above us, winged I think. The blazing sun disappears and I’m carried inside a hut.

I finally awake and face to face with some furred multi-jawed creature, I start and knock over a cup next to me, spilling its contents over the tarpaulin floor. I glance back at the beast. Having regained my senses in panic I quickly realise it's simply the skin of a multi- jawed creature, patched together with other materials to make up the inside wall of the hut I'm in. A blue glow appears under the front flaps of the shelter.

"I'm guessing you're awake?" A voice calls from outside. I sit up and cross my legs.

"Uh-yeah,"

She opens the left flap and steps through. We look at each other and she kneels by the entrance, her legs crossed at the ankles.

"Been awhile" she says "when was the last time we saw each other?" I say nothing "it was definitely after Fréwern right? Or- sorry," she puts her fingers to her mouth in a Malgaric physical tick, typical when trying to remember something "Eden! That's what you call it right? It's been so long since I've actually had a conversation," I still say nothing. And we both sit there in silence for a moment "look at the two of us eh? The first Malgaric and the first human just- sitting here."

"One of the first," I say bitterly "or have you forgotten the rest so quickly?"

She leans back, clearly hurt. Might is one of the first Malgaric, dropped from the first mother factory; as mysterious then as it is today. The early Malgaric didn't have facial expressions, they hadn't developed articulated faces for their organic interiors until the last 100 millenia, and so the language developed around gesture and body language, as well as imperceptible (at least to everyone else) fluctuations in the light on their bodies. Her face is a passive expression: the mouth open to allow her voice to escape in muffled and to intake food and water, something else left behind by the Malgaric a long time ago. She leans forward to speak again "the horns are new, I like them,"

"Let's not do this,"

"What do you mean? I'm just saying I like your-"

"We could have gotten away with it! We had it in our grasp, we gained the knowledge! And you couldn't bear the consequences of your actions so you repented to the gods!"

"You want to talk to me about not being able to accept the consequences? You speak of it like it was a good thing! Even if we hadn't been discovered and by some miracle we weren't accused of it anyway, Eden still would have collapsed and everyone still would have been destroyed, we were never meant to have that knowledge"

"But we would have been free! We would have the understanding of things even the gods do not know and we would be free!"

"But you didn't understand did you? How could you have possibly hoped to understand?" She laughs a short bitter laugh "how naïve we were to think that we could comprehend what even the gods could not. If we hadn't been cursed and banished from Eden what do you think would have happened? You'd have died in some corner somewhere, mourning her death with a head full of knowledge that means nothing to you," it's my turn to lean back now,

"you don't want to admit it but it was all for nothing, you were selfish, you couldn't bear the thought of something being kept from you and so you sacrificed everything for it on our behalf and you have the audacity to be angry at me?" The swamp festers silently around us

"All five of us are to blame, I accept that, we all got cursed and banished, but it was you who led us," I lean forward and place my head in my hands.

"What if- we could understand?" I say looking up at her. She pauses and shifts her weight slightly

"You're talking about that thing that came out of the sun right?"

"How did you know?" She taps her forehead

"Visions, remember?"

"But I always assumed they were so vague? What was that analogy you used to use? About the bird or something?"

"Recently my visions have become… clearer. My last few have made more sense, before and after its perfect clarity, I truly understand it all. and then… it doesn't any more and I can no longer parse the information and instead it just sits there in my mind. Its like these thoughts don't belong to me, I'm just mimicking the thought process of something much more complex than myself"

"When did this all start?" I ask

"I think when this creature came through the portal,"

"Do you know what it is?"

"It's from before the beginning, or something like that, it's angry and lost. It doesn't belong" she takes a rag and mops up the spilt water off of the tarpaulin floor. "How much do you know about it?"

"I- I think I spoke to it." She pauses but doesn't look at me

"What did it say?"

"It, or he, or something, told me this story about a woman in a savannah, and some cycle in which new rules get placed on the new creations and, they simply have to create, and those that do get- kept. I’m not really doing it justice. Then he stood up, and shouted ‘I am Ovig Nadal, I have returned, rejoice For you shall soon be unbound’ after which he exploded and I ended up here, where ever that is” Might finishes cleaning up the spilled water and sits up, it’s only now I notice the short sword at her side "Adam... my visions, the change in their quality, I think I-"

[a gunshot rings out]

gunfire, we both rise to our feet “come with me," I follow her outside into the midday sunlight. The spine of whatever creature we’re standing in is buried in the earth but there’s a slight defined bump in the ground, I can tell that the creature didn’t just die of old age, some of the upper ribs are snapped as if the chest had been caved in. All around us are various species of people, dressed in religious clothing, standing outside of their homes, not looking as panicked as I would have expected. “Who are all these people?” I ask as I follow Might-upon-Serenity through the collection of shelters toward the source of the noise. “Mystics, philosophers, sorcerers, pretty much anyone who spends their time thinking instead of doing,” we pass a Veatorian woman covered in red lines tattooed all over her body, she sits cross legged outside her shelter, small rocks and dust sit suspended around her and a strong red glow shines through her blue eyelids and a few other of the town's people try to rouse her from her trance “People practice magic here then?”

“Vitamancy, thanatology, energy manipulation. Some things I can't properly explain” she says distractedly. We stop at the end of the ribs. Marching towards us from an aggressive looking four-wheeled vehicle is a trio of humans, one marches forward confidently with her rifle held to her chest while the other two stay low to the ground as they move, scanning the area for potential threats. The rifle that the masked leader carries is like none I've ever seen before. Where one would expect the firing mechanism to be there is instead a series of overlapping rings which spin around a luminescent core that emanates a bright golden light which can be seen even in the daylight, it seems as if it had been constructed, not from the debris found scattered around the planet, but from actual parts designed specifically for this purpose. The two next to her carry electrified rifles, dx-70’s if I had to guess, not new models, but certainly now old ones either. My hand goes to my spear as they draw closer and I glance over to see that Might has also placed a palm on the pommel of her short, wide sword. If neither of us were immortal it would be a pitiful match up, instead it was just meagre. They stop about 20 feet away from us. The two next to the ringleader keep their rifles raised but stand, more relaxed than before, they are dressed in light combat mould, each with a utility belt and long cape, their gloved hands resting comfortably around the handle and foregrip. Both have short, waist length capes which wrap around their throats and over their noses, concealing their faces. The leader is dressed correspondingly, but with a high collared much longer, more ornate cloak with bronze trims at the edges, similarly ornate elbow and knee pads carved in the classical acanthus pattern of intricate swirling leaves, her small pauldrons affixed to her shoulders are carved in the same way. What is most striking about her though, as she stands, her rifle illuminating her lightly decorated combat mould is her lifelike bronze mask that she wears. The billowing metal acanthus leaf pattern arcs up symmetrically and around the back of her head, forming a sort of crown. The mask is one of exceptional quality, carved to resemble a human woman, so precise I can only imagine it was based off of a real person.

“People of vestak-cry,” she calls to the town through an amplifier in her mask, her voice booms outwards. “This is a call to action, one of great import! You have until tomorrow to relinquish your supplies and weapons to us or we will be forced to take them by force. Some of the more courageous of you may be considering other possibilities, I urge you to reconsider. Such actions are careless and will only result in your demise” she pauses and despite there being no eye holes by which I could possibly tell, I feel her stare at me. For a moment I feel so small, like an insect under a magnifying glass soon to be pinned down, in another moment her gaze drifts off of me and she calls out again “any humans among you are welcome to join our ranks, everyone else…” she pauses and makes a gesture you know what to do. The sound of the swamp is the only thing that breaks the rigid silence. Might draws her sword, and points it toward the masked figure, “This town is under the protection of Might-Upon-Serenity, I don’t know who you are or what your whole deal is and honestly I don’t care. This is a town of philosophers, whatever treasures you think we hold, are intellectual and hold no value to you. Leave.” The masked woman tilts her head “Philosophers? Mystics as well I imagine. a sorcerer or two I’m sure. Interesting. You think us mere bandits? I assure you, you are quite mistaken. We are the Anthronesians, but it is of no relevance to you, a Malgaric. Just know we are much, much stronger than you, and our wrath is irresistible, in the truest sense of the word” She turns to leave and as she does, Might grabs the hilt of her sword with both of hands and charges toward The masked woman who turns, calmly raises her rifle, and pulls the trigger.

[the rifle charges up and fires, laser-like]

A beam of golden light instantly appears and closes the distance between her and might, who calls out and collapses to the ground, a large part of the side of her body missing. I rush over to Might who writhes on the floor in pain, the two unmasked Anthonesians get back in the vehicle, the leader looks at me one last time before she too enters and drives off. I open a pocket on my bandolier and take from it a small vial of an olive green powdery substance, I scoop up some water from a nearby puddle and mix the two into a viscous paste, the vial goes incredibly cold in my hand and I draw a symbol in the paste onto Mights chest and she goes limp, already I can see the wound starting to glow as the spell does its job, funnelling her lifeforce into healing her wound. She is immortal, but this would have killed anyone else, we’re very resistant, but not immune to damage. I struggle to lift her, and the Veatorian woman who was previously in a deep meditative state groggily ambles over and, with a slight and precise motion of her hands, lifts Might off of the ground, and carries her into the town. I turn from the procession and watch the vehicle disappear into the distance, obscured by the heat haze of the midday sun.

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journal-of-an-outlaw · 5 years ago

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The Rise of Mrs. Sadie Adler

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It had taken you and Arthur longer than you had hoped to arrive at camp, but you had to admit everything he said was true. The location was easily defendable on the lake, and the water was blue and sparkling in the evening sun. It was beautiful.

“Ah, Mr. Morgan! Ms. Moore! How did you two get on with those loans?” Dutch wandered over as you hitched your horse in the new area. Eclipse nibbled at the grass and made content noises as you took her heavy saddle off in the heat.

“Well enough, I suppose. Last one didn’t have the money but we got everything else. Here, for the camp,” Arthur handed the older man the cash. “Damn, Dutch. This humidity is awful.”

He laughed but agreed, and motioned you over to Grimshaw. In a softer tone Dutch asked Arthur how things went with you.

“Fine. She’s good on a horse and held her own. Soft spirit, but nearly took a man’s head of by swinging a gun at him. I’d say we start taking her out more and givin’ her responsibilities. She can hunt and fight just fine.” Dutch was happy to hear this and clapped Arthur’s shoulder.

“Mr. Morgan! Your tent, per usual, is near the ammunition and over on the right there. Next to Herr Strauss. Don’t make that face, I know how you feel about the man but space is limited. Miss Moore, you’re by that tree and the lake. We moved your stuff over but don’t know how you like it, so that bit is up to you.” You smiled back at Grimshaw, “Thank you, I appreciate it. I’ll go get all set up then.”

The three nodded and began a new conversation without you, so with your saddle in hand you walked to your new tent.

Lenny, Mary-Beth, and Abigail all called out hellos from across the camp at your return and you filled with happiness inside.

Grimshaw was right about your tent. Situated maybe twenty feet from the water, a cool breeze filtered through the open flaps and felt heavenly. Your few possessions were on your bed and you took your time decorating your new home to your liking before you had to get dinner.

Watching the water reminded you of the times your mother would take you down to Flat Iron Lake as a child. She taught you to swim and would take you for ice cream as a treat after an afternoon in the glowing sun.

She had been crossing your mind more and more lately and you didn’t know why. Cassandra Milton. The only woman to love that bastard father of yours.

The small heart shaped locket she had given you was in the pile on your bed and it opened to her photo. Smiling, you clasped the chain around your neck and tucked it behind your clean white shirt before leaving the tent. It always made you feel close to her when you squeezed it tightly in your hand.

Boxes were scattered around the uncompleted camp acting as chairs and you couldn’t complain as you took a seat and watched the sun finally slip down below the waterline for the day.

The stew Pearson made had some of what you had helped Charles hunt and to you it tasted divine. Of course, it wasn’t canned corn or poorly shot rabbit, so anything at this point was better than what you had eaten recently. Or maybe it was just your recent burst of happiness that flavored the meal to your liking.

Charles joined you after finishing up with Pearson to get his cooking area established.

“How did you and Arthur get on, YN?” He looked tired and ready to relax as he passed you a bottle of beer, and you clinked yours with his lightly.

“Good, feeling better about being here. More established. I really do want to help out, need to go hunting again anytime soon?”

Charles laughed and took a long drink. “No. Too soon from last time, but I’ll let you know. We don’t want to over hunt and have the animals go to waste. Have you seen the town nearby? Rhodes? I’m not familiar with it.”

You hadn’t. Most of your life was spent in Blackwater with few trips outside, although you had heard of many of the cities out east.

“No. Saw the sign on the way in. We ran into some Laymone Raiders last night though, hope they ain’t too common around here.” Out of habit you scanned the wooded area, but nothing was lurking. All your demons were tucked away quietly for the time being.

“Should be perfectly safe here, like I thought. Good land, clean water right there. I have no worries about this place. Feels good to not worry about folks here for a little while.”

You sighed heavily, tearing the label off your beer bottle. “Well Charles, I guess worryin’ is the price you have to pay when you have folks around that you care for.”

He raised his bottle again to yours, and you watched the lake move peacefully back and forth in a calming rhythm that would soon help you fall asleep at night.

Not a week into being at Clemens Point and Sadie Adler broke.

You were helping Abigail feed the chickens, carrying the bags back and forth to spread the food around their area. The morning had been soft so far with a fog rolling in from the lake. Warm rays of the sun were ready to burn it away as it had every morning previously, the heat already creeping across your shoulders and down your back.

“Say whatever you damn well please but I tell you, if I don’t get outta here soon, I’m gonna kill somebody.”

Abigail froze and you watched Arthur approach the widow as she pointed a sharp knife in Pearson’s direction. You can’t imagine the past five months have been easy on Sadie Adler, but she had hardly started living her life again. Coming to some meals, dressing, and putting in minimal help was all she was good for at Horseshoe Overlook. Of course, none of you blamed her. After the trip to Clemens Point her view seemed to change to be more future oriented and finally emerging out of her shell.

Pearson slammed the pot he was holding down on his wooden table and turned to face Mrs. Adler. “If you don’t stop hissing at me, I’m gonna kill you!” He was brandishing a knife sharpener to counter her weapon but it was doing little good.

“You come near me, sailor...and I will slice you up!”

“You put that knife down or you’re going to be missing a hand, lady.”

Arthur stood back a ways letting the two get things out of their system, but finally stepped in as the two got closer and closer. “What is wrong with you two?”

Sadie slammed the tip of the knife into the table with enough force to make it stand on its own, and replied, “I ain’t chopping vegetables for a living.” She stood with her hands on her hips and her shoulders moved with each breath she took.

“Oh, I’m sorry, madam,” Arthur sauntered over. “Are there not sufficient feathers in your pillow?”

Abigail clucked beside you at Arthur. She obviously sided with Sadie and watched the two go back and forth.

“Look, I ain’t lazy Mr. Morgan. I’ll work but not this. My husband and I, we shared the work. All of it. I was out in the fields, I can hunt, carry a knife or use a gun. But I tell you,” you and Abigail scooted closer to eavesdrop as Sadie’s voice lowered. The two of you didn’t even look like you were trying to do chores at this point. “You keep me here, I’ll skin this fat old coot and serve him for dinner!”

“Watch your damn mouth, you crazy goddamn fishwife!”

With a scream, Sadie threw herself at Pearson. Arthur was standing between the two but she struggled to get away and lay her hands on the camp cook. Pearson walked backwards with his hands up but had no fear of her catching him. Arthur threw Sadie back and put his hands between them.

“Enough! Both of you. Well, come with me then. You wanna head out there? Run with the men? So be it. But we do more than just hunting we’re hunted. And them things hunting us they got guns of their own.”

Sadie replied with a simple but resounding remark. “I ain’t afraid of dying.”

Her eyes showed this was absolutely true. Just because she was happy to be living didn’t mean a change in that plan would upset her by any means.

“Mrs. Marston! Ms. Moore! You two look...well, you look guilty of something. What in the hell are you doing with that chicken feed? It’s everywhere!”

You and Abigail had wandered over to the commotion and not even checked the feed in many minutes. The chickens were well outside their area, but well fed if nothing else on their new path through camp.

“Sorry, Arthur. We wanted to see what all the yelling was about,” Abigail spoke up. “You going into town? I need a few things, can you all grab it for me?”

“You don’t wanna come?”

She shrugged back. “Nah, I’ve got too much around here to do. But YN will go! She won’t say it but she’s antsier than anything to get out of camp for awhile.” She lightly shoved you in Arthur’s direction and took off back towards her tent with the two empty feed bags. When no one else was looking she winked over her shoulder at you.

Arthur checked with Pearson if he needed anything from town but all he had was a letter to be sent and a short grocery list. Both were tucked away into Arthur’s satchel and he directed you two over to the wagon to head out of camp, giving a hand up as the jump was too high in your long skirts. As Sadie was the reason you were leaving camp you let her sit in the front with Arthur, and you took the back with your knees tucked up under your chin. The autumn breeze was heavenly and you closed your eyes as the wagon rolled out.

Sadie and Arthur threw witty quips back and forth, testing the limits of their new bond. She was a smart woman who, now that she actually spoke, was someone you could learn a lot from. The few years Sadie had on you showed instantly. Swearing and shooting were not unfamiliar to her from her old life.

“Dear Aunt Cathy.”

The words pulled you out of your head and back to the preset. You had been admiring some clouds on the horizon, but turned and put your arms over the wood separating you and your companions at Sadie’s voice.

“That what I think it is?” you asked. Arthur looked in your direction and rolled his eyes, knowing he had lost. “Leave that poor fool alone then.”

“No,” you giggled. “Continue on, Mrs. Adler.”

Sadie cleared her throat and made a face that resembled Pearson. “I haven’t heard from you in some time, so I prayed to the Lord above that your health has not deteriorated further…blah, blah, blah, that’s boring. Oh! Listen to this. Since we last corresponded I have traveled widely, making no small name for myself. Before you ask, I am still yet to take a wife but I can assure you it’s not for the lack of suitors!”

The three of you laughed so hard Arthur careened the wagon off the path and narrowly avoided hitting a rock. Wiping tears from her eyes, Sadie flipped the letter over.

“What’s this? Return to Tacitus Kilgore.” Arthur went on to explain how Dutch wanted all of the gang’s mail to be sent to one fake name so they would never lose anything even if they traveled from town to town.

Thinking back on your home of Blackwater, you remembered dust. It was stuck between every brick in the road and then some. Rhodes was an entirely new level.

Before the wagon was even parked the dust permeated you. It was in your hair and on your skin and you hadn’t even moved yet. The beating sun only made it worse, and the lack of rain was obvious from the low levels of water in the buckets situated around town. Arthur parked near the entrance of the town and in the shade of the general store.

“So, what’s the plan, I shoot the shopkeeper while you -”

“No!” Arthur lunged at Sadie and swatted the gun out of her hands. It swung wildly for a moment and you dove down below the sight level in the back of the wagon. “You insane?”

“I thought we was outlaws!”

“Outlaws, not idiots. We rob fools that rob other people. These people, they’re just tryin’ get by.”

Sadie marched off to the grocer clearly disappointed she wasn’t going to be shooting anyone on their adventure. Arthur held his arms up and helped you down, his strong hands grabbing your waist and setting you gently on the ground.

“Jesus, that woman is something else.” he chuckled and guided you to the main street and off to the post office.

A train was arriving full of visitors who ogled the small town through their clean glass windows. All they saw was a main road with shops, trees, and lots and lots of dust. You could have complained about that damn dust all day long, but you had to keep your mouth shut otherwise half of it would end up in your stomach.

Arthur held the peeling green door to the station open for you to pass first. He wanted to go up to the teller alone so you wouldn't be seen, so you mosied around and admired the paintings up on the walls. Most were amateur and just of green landscapes, but one of the ocean caught your attention and your fingers traced the crashing waves on the small canvas. Seeing the ocean in person had always been a dream of yours. The lake was wonderful, sure, but to see the ocean? In person? You had always imagined how the blue water would stretch as far as you could see, and even further in every direction.

As soon as the letter was posted, Arthur walked over to join you. “You ready?” You nodded and followed him back outside, admiring the small garden of grass that surrounded a bell with a plaque laid down. You wondered what it commemorated but didn’t have time to stop, so you mentally added it to the list of things you wanted to see again.

No one was by the wagon so you continued down through the street. A butchers shop, a gunsmith, a saloon, and a few various other shops and buildings made up the whole area.

“Makes you feel like civilization ain’t out here yet. Blackwater was hell, but at least they knew how to pave a road.” The disdain in your voice was obvious and Arthur turned mockingly towards you.

“Why, Ms. Moore! You are a true city slicker. Talking about civilization and roads, makes it sound like you was born in an ivory tower with servants and butlers.”

A laugh burst from your chest at his sarcasm. “An ivory tower! That’s what you think of me. All I wish for was a little but less dust…” as you spoke you shook out your green skirt and a wave of that wretched stuff came off.

“Oh. I thought that was blue.” You didn’t answer him but stared daggers instead, making sure he got the message.

“Nah, I know you ain’t some uppity princess. Just takes awhile to learn how to fit in anywhere like we do, I guess. It’s been, what, five? Six months now? You’re doing just fine, Ms. Moore. I’ve been running with these fools for nearly twenty years, so I figure I can teach you a few things. Just takes time is all.” He smiled down at you, and your heart warmed in your chest.

He may be an outlaw, but something about Arthur Morgan had captured your attention over the past few months. There were rough edges to him, but that wasn’t it. More often than not his blue eyes were crinkling into some sort of a smile,whether sarcastic or serious, and he had a deep, rumbling laugh that was infectious to those in camp. You had seen him turn on a dime into someone ruthless and wild and be completely different if he needed to, but it was never aimed at anyone he cared about. And he was always writing in that journal of his which you would have given just about anything to peek into. The writer had attracted the reader, how poetic.

Someone was barking orders by the wagon and Arthur was suddenly on edge. The two of you neared, and saw Sadie berating the poor delivery boy as he loaded the crates into the back.

“Jesus, kid! My grandma has more strength than you! Lift up them crates.”

A new woman stood before you. Now in a bright yellow top, dark brown pants, suspenders, and a leather gun belt topped with a wide brim hat, Sadie had come into her own. The few minutes you left her alone had allowed her to blossom. And she looked damn fine.

Arthur whistled and walked around as Sadie showed off her new threads. “Damn, Sadie! Who woulda thought.”

“Here, YN. I grabbed you a few things as well.” She handed you a package and you stowed it on the wagon. The heat was enough now that you twisted your long hair up into a bun and used your hand to fan yourself.

“Any chance there’s a new hat in there, Mrs. Adler? I’m dying in this heat.”

Sadie nodded and motioned back towards the wagon. Arthur was impatiently already seated in the front and you climbed in the back again, eagerly ripping into your present.

The first item was blue, your blue. The shade that you wore all the time and loved, and it turned out to be a beautiful long skirt. Luckily the material was light so you could wear it often in the heat. Next Sadie had gotten you a few practical shirts, a bandanna, and at the bottom was your hat. It was more fashion oriented than hers with a rounded dome versus her flat one, but you could have cared less. It was a blessed relief to not have the sun on your face and Sadie flashed a full smile as you put it on and modeled for her.

Mrs. Adler drove the wagon home. It wasn’t as rushed as when Arthur drove for she constantly got distracted by things on the side of the road. She pointed out interesting people and funny buildings to you while Arthur lounged in his seat with his feet up.

They chatted easily, and it was the first time Mrs. Adler had really opened up. She actually joked about what happened in Colter with the O’Driscolls, and Arthur apologized and offered to find her a new harmonica to replace one she had lost years ago. It was clear you both had the same idea of what you wanted in this gang; to be equal. There was certainly differences between you and how you approached it, but it didn’t mean that people should take either of you any less seriously.

As the wagon rolled on, you laid your head on crossed arms and watched the scenery go by. Wild flowers were sprinkled across the fields clouds dotted the bright blue sky. It couldn’t have been a more beautiful country day if it tried.

A man rode up right next to you and hollered, startling all three of you. “Hey there! What are you folks up to?” He eyed the groceries in the back of the wagon, and gave you a one over that made your insides curl. Arthur sat at attention and you were suddenly aware that your guns were all back at camp.

Sadie called back, “Just heading home. Day in town leaves folks real tired.” She casually moved her inside hand to her hip where her new holster sat.

“You’re in Lemoyne Raider country. You need to pay a toll to pass through here.” The horses kept pace with the wagon and your heart started to beat faster.

Arthur called back lazily, ‘’No. I don’t think so. We ain’t pulling over for nobody.”

Sadie reached across to address the main Lemoyne Raider with the business end of her gun. “Hey! How’s about this?” And fired right into his belly.

Arthur reached back and shoved you down as he fired his pistol at the other rider, narrowly missing him as he leaned forward and galloped his horse. The wagon plowed forward across railroad tracks and Sadie grabbed the reins again, yelling at the horses to keep moving as fast as they could.

More riders approached from all sides. “Give me a gun!” Panic laced your voice, and Arthur began to protest but Sadie had no hesitation as she tossed you her rifle. The wagon was gaining speed again and rocking more but you steadied yourself against the boxes and took aim.

“There must be at least four back here!”

After one round, you knew where to aim. The gun felt heavy in your hands but it was a fight or flight response, and damn did you want to fight. Three riders fell as you shot them down, trying not to think too much about it, and you missed as the fourth finally raised his shotgun at you. His shot landed close, but struck the wall of the wagon.

You laughed maniacally and Sadie whooped in encouragement. Arthur had eliminated the riders ahead and swung himself into the back of the wagon to assist you.

“Where’d they all go?” He whipped around confused after hearing you yell.

“Only a few left. Got the other ones with Sadie’s rifle.” He looked over at you impressed, pride showing on his features. Then aimed and the last two riders were dead before they even hit the ground.

After a good few minutes of riding on, Sadie felt safe enough to pull the wagon over to the side of the road.

You put your hands on your knees to catch your breath while Sadie checked the supplies to see if anything had fallen off.

“Told you I could shoot a gun, Arthur.” He stood above you, eyes scanning the horizon to make sure you weren’t followed.

He chuckled lightly. “I don’t remember asking you to prove it, Ms. Moore. You alright there?”

“‘Course. Just the heat and all that excitement. This new hat is wonderful Sadie!” She waved back as you hollered over to her at the wagon.

“You’ve, uh, you’ve got something…” you reached up to Arthur’s face as you noticed the dirt on his cheek, gently wiping it away with the pad of your thumb. He didn’t flinch at the contact this time and it almost seemed like he leaned into your touch. You smiled up at him and let your hand fall back.

“You two ready or what?” Sadie was already at the reins, ready to leave. You pulled yourself up to the back of the wagon as Arthur climbed to the bench and directed the way back to Clemens Point.

“That’s a lot of mess to make near camp. Hope it don’t bring anyone sniffing around.” Arthur shifted in his seat, and the lake finally came into view.

You could see Charles on guard duty and decided to keep him company, so the pair let you jump off and you waved as they rode the rest of the way into camp.

“Don’t go ribbing Pearson about that letter, Sadie.”

“How dare you? I wouldn't dream of it. ‘I have traveled widely making no small name of myself…’” Arthur and Sadie rolled out of view as you approached Charles.

A wide smile and a handful of candies met you. You took the one happily, throwing the mint flavored snack into your mouth.

“Rhodes is just as awful as we feared, Charles. No hope of salvation anywhere!” He stared at your dramatics while you fanned yourself with the new hat from Sadie.

“How is Mrs. Adler?” He asked kindly.

“Better. I think. She seems to be moving in a new direction that’s good for her. Nearly killed us all, but saved our skins as well. I think she’s a complicated woman.”

Charles laughed at this. “Aren’t you all? Complicated, that is?”

You leaned back against a tree and answered, “Only in you don’t speak the language, Charles. Only if you don’t bother to try.”

#the price to be paid #price to be paid #chapter 10 #this was so much fun #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption #rdr2 #reader fanfic #fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader #sadie adler #Charles Smith

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years ago

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Dinner Date

Pairing: Calum Hood/Reader

Words: 2957

Author’s Note: I was at Olive Garden one night and had gotten wine and instantly thought about what it’d be like to go on a dinner date with Calum. @spookycal had provided the idea of him and the reader hadn’t gone out on a proper date in quite a while. So, here’s the result of it :)

God only knows the last time Calum and I had gone out on a date together. With the 5SOS3 Tour, the release of Youngblood, and now the Meet You There tour finishing. It's safe to say that Cal and I have barely spent almost two weeks together before something came up.

Duke and I were sat on the couch, watching reruns of Worst Cooks in America. My phone vibrated beside me and I glance towards it, seeing a text from Cal.

Hey, baby. The plane’s landing in ten minutes. I should be home by eleven x

I smile, a little glad that they'll be home for a little while longer before starting a new tour. I pick up the device, typing out a message before sending it.

Okay, babe. Duke and I will be waiting for your arrival ❤

I lock my phone, setting it back on the arm of the chair and continue to watch the show on the TV.

Duke was fast asleep in my lap, his little snores filling the room as the second season of Worst Cooks in America began to play on Netflix. I let out a short yawn, growing tired and look towards my phone to check the time. 10:58.

I grow excited at the fact that I'll be able to be in Calum’s arms again after months of being apart. I lean my head on the palm of my hand, feeling my eyes droop a bit, and I try the hardest to keep them open.

The front door handle jiggles a bit and I snap my eyes open, watching as it opens slowly and quietly. Duke’s ears perk up at the sound of Cal’s keys and jump down from my lap, letting out a few barks.

“Hey, buddy,” Cal grins, crouching to his level after shutting the door behind him. My heart flutters at the sight, falling more in love with the man as Duke whined a bit as he pets the pup.

I turn the volume down on the TV before standing up from the couch. His dark brown eyes met mine and a large smile graced his plump lips.

“Welcome home, baby,” I whisper softly, walking over to him. Calum wraps his arms around my waist tightly, slightly lifting me off the ground while I wrap mine around his neck.

“It's so good to be home,” he mumbles into my ear and I nod, my fingers combing through his hair.

I pull away from him slightly, looking up at him as I moved some of the hair back. “It's so good to have you home. I missed you so much,” I tell him before leaning on my toes to press a kiss to his lips.

Calum’s lays his large hand on my cheek, deepening the kiss. One of my hands went to his leather jacket, gripping it tightly as I try to press his body closer to mine.

“I love you,” he breathes, fanning my lips as I look up at him through my eyelashes, seeing his eyes still closed. “It's been quite a while since we've gone on a proper date…”

“You're definitely slackin’ mister,” I chuckle, my hand trailing up his chest.

Calum laughs, rocking his famous smile. I melt a little inside while finding myself smiling as well. “Friday night,” he whispers before pressing a short kiss to my lips, “I'm taking you out to a fancy restaurant.”

“It doesn't have to be fancy, Cal. As long as I'm with you, I'll be good,” I tell him as the two of us make our way up the stairs towards our bedroom. Duke could be heard behind us, running between us to beeline into our room.

He shakes his head while setting his bag near the dresser, slipping his jacket off and throwing it over the back of the armchair. “I'm still going to. You deserve it, honestly. You stuck with me with so much and you've helped me discover myself along with helping me overcome my heartbreak. You deserve to be treated like a queen,” Cal mutters, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

Calum began to unbutton his shirt, and I couldn’t help but watch. I bit my lip more as each button unfastened, exposing his bare chest. Thoughts of memorable nights and intense moments began to flood my mind as Calum finished undressing. I peek a look at his pelvic region, lingering again at his V-line. His muscular and smooth hips were the same as I remember; they were my favorite to hold onto.

“You think you can show me just how much you missed me?” I ask, biting my lip once again.

He smirks, taking a step closer to me while hearing Duke run out of the room. I don't break my eye contact with Cal, noticing the lust begin to cloud his eyes.

“I can definitely show you, sweetheart,” Calum mutters huskily while pushing me back onto the bed, hovering over my body. His pink lips attach to my neck, nipping at my skin lightly while dragging them up to my ear. “Oh man. It's been too long since I've kissed you. We're gonna take this nice and slow.”

It was early Friday night, about two hours before our dinner reservations and I'm not even dressed yet. I've been searching my closet for almost thirty minutes to find a dress for tonight.

The water from the shower could be heard as the bathroom door was open while Cal took a shower. He was singing along to a song that's playing from his phone and I honestly stood for about three minutes just listening to his angelic voice.

My fingers come in contact with a black dress that I haven't worn since Calum and I’s first year anniversary. I smile softly as I pull it off the hanger and lay it out on the bed.

I slip off my shorts and Cal’s shirt before putting the dress on, pulling it down until the hem reaches just above my knees. Calum comes out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his hips, phone in hand.

“Hey, babe is my red button up cle-,” he began to ask and cut himself off. I turn my head towards him to see his eyes on me and his lips parted.

“Do I look alright? I haven't worn this dress in quite a few years,” I mumble, subconsciously running my hands over my sides.

Calum’s eyes roam my body before stepping towards me, shortening the distance between us. “You look absolutely stunning. Like… I'm a bit speechless,” he mutters as his cheeks blush a bit.

“I love you,” I giggle while moving my hand to his cheek. His hands move to my waist, his thumb stroking the fabric of the dress. I pull his face down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

The brunette beauty hums in delight, moving his lips against mine for a few seconds before I pull away. “I love you, Y/N. So goddamn much,” he whispers against my lips and I grin.

I peck his lips before glancing towards the alarm clock on the nightstand. “You should probably get dressed. We've got a little over an hour until reservations and traffic will probably be hell. Unless you plan to go to dinner in nothing but a towel,” I joke, chuckling a bit while glancing down at the fluffy towel wrapped around his lovely hips.

“Wouldn't you like that,” Calum smirks, tapping my cheek with his fingers. I shrug my shoulders while I hover my fingers over his pelvis.

“I mean of course I would but… I don't want other ladies to experience this,” I whisper and Calum shudders a bit as my hand gently palms his member. “This is all mine.”

Calum and I walk into Republique together, hand in hand and I look up at him as he tells the hostess that we had reservations for seven.

My free hand wraps around his bicep as the hostess smiles at us before grabbing a couple menus. She leads us to a table near the window and the two of us sit opposite of each other.

“Your server will be with you shortly,” she tells us. Calum thanks her quietly before she walks away, going back to her podium by the front door.

I fiddle with the menu, taking a look at it as the soft music fills our silence. I chew on my bottom lip, my eyes scanning over the different options of entrees.

“Do you always feel confused at restaurants like these or is it just me?” I quietly ask, my cheeks blushing a bit as Calum lifts his head up.

A chuckle left his lips before shaking his head. “No, I feel confused sometimes as well. I… should I have brought you somewhere else?” He asks, brown eyes widening as fear filled his features.

“No, no, no,” I tell him, reaching my hand out before resting it on his. “I luckily found something but I just never been to a place this fancy.”

Calum licked his lips, his fingers lacing with mine. “Sorry, I just wanted tonight to be special,” he mumbles.

“Any night with you is special, Cal,” I grin while giving him a quick wink. He laughs, shaking his head before looking down at the menu again, our fingers brushing each other’s as I pull my hand away from his.

A woman with blonde hair steps up to the table with a large smile on her lips. “Hello! My name is Celeste and I'll be your server for the night. Can I start you guys out with something to drink?” She asks, her eyes lingering on Calum a little longer than I'd like her too.

He looks towards me and I give him a small smile. “We’ll take your best wine please,” Cal told her and she nodded, writing it down on her notepad before walking away. “You okay?”

I nod my head, rolling my lips into my mouth before deciding to speak up. “Yeah, I just… she like undressing you with her eyes and I wasn't too fond of it,” I confess while biting my bottom lip. Calum squeezed my hand before lifting my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“She can imagine what I'd look like naked but you, you're the one that gets to actually know,” he tells me, smirking lightly and I chuckle. “Remember, I'm all yours.”

I couldn't help but let out a ridiculous laugh, shaking my head as our hands were still laced together. “I love you, you dork,” I smile widely and the waitress comes back with two wine glasses and a white wine.

Celeste set each glass in front of us, pouring the liquid into the glasses before setting the bottle on the table. “Have you guys figured out what you wanted?” She asks while holding her notepad, looking between the two of us.

“I’ll have the prime ribeye cap, medium well,” Calum tells her, glancing up at her for a quick second before looking towards me.

I glance at the menu once more before looking up at our waitress. “I'll have the Channel Islands Rock fish, please,” I give her a soft smile as Celeste wrote it down, nodding her head a bit.

Calum releases my hand, grabbing our menus before handing them to her. She smiles at him, her stare lingering on him a little longer than necessary before she informs us our food will be out shortly.

I let out a huff of breath, rolling my eyes as she definitely seems to be a keeper. Cal chuckles and my attention snaps to him. “What?! I'm allowed to be annoyed,” I laugh, slipping one of my heels off, looking around quickly before sliding my foot up his leg and thigh.

“Please don't do this to me,” he mutters, staring into my eyes as Calum softly bit his lip, his hand coming in contact with my foot.

“Don't worry, baby, I'm not gonna tease you too much,” I grin while my toes come into contact with his crotch. Calum lets out a low groan, covering it with a cough.

I retract my foot, blowing the brunette beauty a kiss and he playfully glares at me. “I swear… you're gonna get what's coming to you later,” he whispers as a smirk comes to his plump lips.

We were in the middle of eating our dinner when Calum speaks up again. “Have you ever thought about the future?” He asks, keeping his eyes on the steak he was cutting.

I finish chewing the fish in my mouth, swallowing it before giving my answer. “Yeah. Duke and I have had a few future talks,” I tell him, providing a small smile.

Cal lets out a laugh, grinning ear to ear as he sets the knife down. The two of us finish our last bite around the same time and I take a sip of wine as soon as I swallow the food.

“Uhm,” Calum starts, wiping his lips with the napkin before looking into my eyes intently, “what's in your future?” He asks, pushing the plate away from him.

I can sense the nervousness on his features, reaching my hand out to grab his, offering a grin. “You, Calum. I honestly see you in my future. I'm so helplessly in love with you. We've been together for almost what? Five years?” I ask and he nods his head, squeezing my hand. “I'm in this for the long run. I'm just hoping you are as well.”

Calum smiles, pulling his hand from mine to dig into his dress pants pocket. I furrow my brows together, wondering what he was grabbing when he pulled out a simple sterling silver band. A gasp left my lips, eyes widening as my gaze move to his face.

“Cal-,”

“It's not an engagement ring,” he confirms my suspicions and I swallow thickly before looking back at the ring. “This is a promise ring I got almost a year ago. I've just been so busy with the album and everything that I never got a chance to give it to you. It's a promise ring and it has the words I love you engraved inside. “I love you so much and I see you in my future as well.”

I can feel the tears come to my eyes, chuckling to myself at how emotional I am. I sniff quietly, holding my hand out to him and he presses a short kiss to it before slipping the ring onto my ring finger.

“Calum, I love you so fucking much. You're the only person that can make my heart skip a beat,” I tell him, running my fingers over the ring while grinning like a fool.

“You're making it incredibly difficult to not just full on kiss you right now,” Cal mumbles, licking his lips a bit and I bite my lip.

Before I could say anything Celeste walked over to us, her eyes looking directly at Calum. “So, how was everything? Are you planning to get dessert?” She asks him and I roll my eyes once more at her, leaning back in the seat.

Calum gives her a polite smile, leaning his arms on the table. “Everything was good and no. I actually need the check so I can get my girlfriend home and make love to her,” he says nonchalantly and I almost let out a ridiculous laugh.

Celeste’s eyes widen, her cheeks blushing a bit as she turns to face me before quickly nodding her head. She leaves the table to get my check and I can't help but let out a laugh.

“Oh my god, Cal!” I shake my head, small giggles pouring from my lips.

“What?! It's the truth!”

As soon as I step through the front door Calum pushes me against it, pressing his lips to mine feverishly. A small gasp left my lips as I drop my purse, my fingers instantly running through his hair.

“God, you looked so beautiful tonight. Did I tell you that?” He asks as he pulls away for a few seconds before moving his lips to my neck.

“Mm, you may have told me that, yes,” I groan while tilting my head back. My fingers fumble with the large white buttons on Calum’s red shirt. “I fucking love this shirt on you,” I tell him, biting my bottom lip as his lips move to my collarbone.

A chuckle comes from his lips, pulling away from my heated skin, looking down at me. “I know it is. You tell me every time I wear it,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to my lips. Calum picks my purse up from the floor, setting it on the table near the door before lifting me up by my thighs.

“Thank you for dinner, baby,” I breathe against his lips, feeling them brush mine ever so slightly. “I miss going on dates with you.”

Calum smirks and gently bites my bottom lip, tugging it slightly. “Anything for you, love.”

We make it to our master bedroom and Cal drops me onto the bed. I land on my back, watching him crawl onto the king-sized bed, hovering over me. My fingers stroke his cheek, smiling up at him before he nuzzles his face in my neck, nipping at my skin.

“Jesus,” I moan while my hands grip his shirt, tilting my head to the side to give him more access. “I need you, Calum, I need you so badly…”

His lips brush against my earlobe, feeling his hot breath fan it lightly. “I got you, baby. I'm gonna take such good care of you.”

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hollands-poppet · 6 years ago

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Dancing with Our Hands Tied Part 6// Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland is your best friend and your roommate, but you both have undisclosed feelings for each other.

Word count: 4K 💛

A/N: Okay, I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I'm so glad you’ve guys stuck around though..I really appreciate it! honestly, the next part might be the last one :)

Warnings: smut, cussing, there is a part that depicts an anxiety attack, AND I’M NOT GLORIFYING AN ANXIETY ATTACK. y’all get so butthurt on here (like fake fucking homecomings like wtf), its just a fucking story. anyway, this shit ain’t real..if you don’t want to read what people want to put out then maybe fan fictions aren’t for ya.. y’all are super sensitive on here lmao k thanks for coming to my ted talk bye and I kind of proofread but not really

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Right from the moment those elevator doors opened, Y/N froze. It’s been almost 72 hours since their flat was broken into but having to go outside was a different story. She didn’t trust the world anymore, she never did but now she really didn’t.

It was easier said than done, she wanted to go out but she didn’t recognize the amount of people that would surround them. Instead of walking out of the elevator, she turns to the two boys behind her. The elevator doors close but the elevator itself doesn’t move, since no buttons have been pushed.

“I can’t.” She shakily lets out, her hands immediately making their way towards her neck. It truly wasn’t hot in the elevator but Y/N’s forehead had broke out in light sweat. Her throat was closing up on her again. Harrison just watched in confusion, he had never seen one of her anxiety attacks and was looking at Tom to help her but that was the thing. The brunette didn’t know what to do.

Tom really recognized that it is her anxiety creeping up on her again but as far as how to handle it was foreign to him, so he follows his instincts and his hands go to her waist “Listen, just breathe.” He breathes in and out slowly, which Y/N begins to mimic. Harrison stands by Tom who just watches them slowly interact.

The blonde isn’t sure about what to do but brings up a solution, “Listen, we can go through the back.. we don’t have to walk through those paps.” Tom unzips Y/N’s sweater, his hands moving from her sweater and back to tucking her hair behind her ear. He wasn’t sure if this was helping but he was going to do anything to try to calm her down.

Y/N isn’t really tuned into Harrison though, she’s concentrated on her breathing. Air coming in through her nose and out through her mouth in synchronicity with Tom. His hands begin to run down her shoulders and to her arms, “Keep breathing, okay?”

She nods her head while she continues to motion the breathing, her airways feeling like they have opened up again. But she continued to calmly breathe, not wanting to feel anything close up again, her eyes closed so tight and she switches from breathing from her nose and out her mouth.

“We can go back upstairs.” Tom suggests as Haz reaches goes to hit a button to go back to the 2nd floor but Y/N shakes her head no.

She nods as sweat from her forehead becomes to dry, “No..” she takes another deep breath, “I want to go out, I can’t be in there.” Her breathing is a bit more paced, and becoming a little more calm.

“I just want to get some fresh air.” Her hand lands on Tom’s shoulder who brings his lips in a tight line, not really sure if it’s the best idea. He shrugs his shoulders, “Look, I’ll exit the front so that they don’t bombard you. You and Harrison can go through the back”

Y/N’s breathing is more controlled at this point but she’s still nervous, “Are you sure?” And that’s when Tom knew that he wanted to be with her, here she was having an anxiety attack and she wanted to know if he was gonna be okay going out to those paparazzi alonee.

Tom grabs her hand and puts it in Harrison’s hand, “I’ll be fine, stay close to Haz and I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant.” He brings her knuckles to his lips, “I promise you’ll be okay.”

She almost wanted to melt her hand into his cheek but the touch was short because almost immediately he turned around to the elevator doors and presses the button that causes it to open. He exits the elevator and the flashes from the paparazzi begin to cloud his vision, and he glances once more before he exits the building to make sure y/n and haz exit safely.

The moment he exited the apartment, a bunch of questions came flying his way but he just ignored them all. Tom was usually one to smile and talk to paparazzi but not today, not when his girl was vulnerable and he wanted to protect her. Instead of the walk to his car being only about 5 minutes, it took like 15 minutes because he wanted to buy time for his Haz to get to the restaurant and also because of the flashes from the cameras slowing him down.

Even though it was only about 10 paparazzi clouding Tom, the flashes and constant questioning made it difficult to walk on an empty curb for him. He walked with his hands in his pockets while trying to make it to his car that was down the street, trying to ignore the constant questioning.

Tom, when does filming resume? Is y/n okay? Are you both dating?

He kept his head down until he finally reached his car, giving a quick peace sign as he got in. A big sigh of relief came when he saw the text from Haz saying that him and Y/N arrived at the Cheesecake Factory. Before Tom drove off he told Haz to ask for a table that was secluded from everyone, he didn’t want to risk Y/N having an anxiety attack in front of everyone.

Tom entered the restaurant, his hands pushing back his curls from his eyes. He made his way to the front desk, making his way to the hostess who was writing down a couple of things. He clears his throat, “Hello, I have two friends-”

“Oh yes, of course. They’re waiting over here.” She comes around from the counter and gestures hand movements to him, as they walk together towards his table. The staff really hooked it up with a secluded table, it was at the corner of the restaurant and it also helped that the lunch rush had died down before Haz and Y/N got there.

As he got closer to the table, he could hear her giggle. She was probably laughing over a dumb joke that Haz was telling her, her anxiety gone by the time she arrived. Once she seen Tom coming in sight, it was like her night and shining armor was coming. She was so grateful for what he did because she knew she wouldn’t have been able to handle the paparazzi.

Tom pulled out his seat as she lightly touched his bicep, “Hey, thank you for all of that.” He smiles as he notices your gentle touch, “Yeah, yeah. I couldn’t let you walk through that mess.” He flips his curls out of his sight and smiles at his best friend, “Thanks mate, I really appreciate that.”

The blonde nods, “No worries, I just can’t wait til we’re back in London. The paps aren’t too bad out there. And speaking of London-”

Tom’s foot hits Harrison’s shin as his eyes widen, “We’ll talk about that when we get home, I just want to hang out right now.” Y/N a bit oblivious to the two guys at the table as she looked through the menu.

“I don’t know if I should get the orange chicken or chicken picatta..” she exclaims as she purses her lips in thought. Tom chuckled as his eyes moved from the menu to her face, fuck she was so adorable. The way she was pursuing her lips really made him fall in love with her more.

“Aye, mate.. got a little drool you might wanna clean up.” Haz says as he knocks Tom out of his trance. “Shut up, you div.” The two boys squint their eyes in

The the trio arrives back to the flat just around 8 pm, and the car ride back wasn’t as hectic as earlier. The paparazzi that hounded the outside of the flat were gone as well.. the photographers and videographers grabbing whatever they needed earlier that day.

Tom and Harrison hung out in his room while Y/N lay on the couch, relaxing while the guys chat in the room. The brunette haired man leaves his door open a bit, just a crack open so that he could hear his roommate. “I don’t know how to ask her to come back home, mate.”

Haz gets under Tom’s covers, snuggling his head into the pillow “All you literally have to do is ask..like this ‘Y/N, move back to London with me.’” The blonde closes his eyes, exhausted from jet lag.

Tom goes to his emptied cabinets that had been taken by the intruders, staring at the once filled shelves of his memorabilia that he owned. “It’s like, I don’t even care about what they took. I just care about her and I regret telling her to leave, I just want her to know that I really do care about her.”

“I care about you too.”

The sound of Y/N’s voice causes Tom’s head to snap quickly at his door, he swallows so intensely that his jaw line becomes more defined. He looks back at his friend who is asleep, he was probably so tired from these past two days that his body instantly brought him to his sleep.

“Wow, Harrison is such a great listener.” She says sarcastically as she enters Tom’s room slowly, but the brunette walks towards her with open arms, “Are you sure you want to be in here? I don’t want to trigger anything.”

She holds his hands, her strength and energy slowly coming back, “I’m not going to let what happened to me, let it put me down.. being in here makes me feel almost empowered in a way.” Y/N looks down at her feet that are close to his, she swallows in her pride although she’s still recovering.

Then they just stand there in silence, not awkward silence but just peaceful almost. Harrison’s snoring becoming louder as the two just stared at each other, both ignoring the loud ronks.

“You know,” she says as she clears her throat, “I only thought about you the whole time.” Tom’s eyes move from her lips to her eyes, he’s becoming more nervous because of how fragile she is but he wants to hear what she has to say.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He says as she begins to take a seat on his carpet floor, Tom’s hands slowly guiding her down as he follows after her. Their backs against his bedpost, and their heads resting against it too.

He looks at her while she looks straight ahead, tears flooding her as eyes as she begins to relive that night she came home. Her bruised hand runs through her hair, “I, uh-” the burning sensation in her throat impairing her speaking.

Tom knowing that this must be hard to talk about brings his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in, “Take your time.” A tear begins to stroll down her cheek as she turns her head to look at him, “That’s the thing, Tom… I didn’t know how much time I had left and all I could think was that I wanted you..” more tears begin to fall down her cheeks as Tom brings his other arm around her.

Y/N now being caressed by Tom takes his scent in once again, “All I could do was breathe in the scent from your bed, it made me feel like you were coming..” there is a pause, and this when he realizes that he might end up crying too.

“But I knew you weren’t..” Her face is buried in his chest while her arms wrap around his torso.

Tom leaves a kiss on the top of her head, holding her just like they both wanted him to. “I’m here now, Y/N.. and I’m not leaving you..I promise.”

She brings her head up to look into his eyes, “I do want to move out, Tom.”

That was like a sting to his heart but it soon went away with her next response, “but with you.. i know you think what happened was your fault Tom but I never wanted to be with you more than I do now.” The smile forming on her face causing him to have a hopeful smile. She adds one more thing to her comment, “maybe a one bedroom flat this time?” She asks as she bites the bottom of her lip.

He decided that if anytime was a good moment to ask her to move to Kingston with him, it was now.

Before she can continue to speak he says, “I’m so glad to hear you say that Y/N because-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt but are you guys down to go get starbucks with me?”

Out of nowhere Harrison decided to wake up during the conversation, he rubs his swollen eyes with his hands. Y/N laughs as Tom shakes his head in somewhat disappointment but also lets out a small chuckle.

“Sure, Haz. We’ll go with you.” Y/N says as she gets up from the floor with Tom’s help.

Luckily the starbucks was down the street, Harrison just had really bad timing.

Y/N enters the flat with her pink drink that Haz bought for her with the boys quickly following behind her. She makes her way towards the hallway but looks back at the boys before continuing her way to the room, “I’m gonna get ready for bed but Tom?”

He takes a sip of his coffee while he makes eye contact with his roommate, “Yeah?” She smiles with her eyes, “Can you come to my room when you get a chance?”

He nods in response as she makes her way back to her room, Tom is pulled back by Haz’s hand.

“Have you talked to her about moving to Kingston yet?” The blonde takes a sip from his green tea frap, “We have to fly back within the next two days mate, you gotta tell her.”

The brunette makes his way towards the counter, “I know, I know. I’m gonna do that now.” He sets his coffee down on the counter as he pulls out a packet mints from his pocket.

Haz takes a seat on the counter as he continues to sip on his frap, “You need a mint to ask her to move to Kingston with you?”

Tom makes a face at his friend, “Dude...coffee breath.” He throws the mint into his mouth before he blows out air from his mouth, “Alright, wish me luck.” He rubs his hands together as he leaves Haz, a low goodluck as he makes his way towards her room.

The short few steps he’s making towards his room feeling like forever until he’s finally at her door, he taps her door twice, “Y/N?”

He pushes her door to find her sitting on her bed with her phone in hand, smiling as soon as she sees him. “Hey, come in.” She taps the side of her bed that was empty, the space she had made for him.

Y/N was in a silk robe that Zendaya had given her from her clothing line, why she decided to use it now? Only Y/N knew that answer and she wanted to give something to Tom.

“Close the door behind you.” She says as he makes a quick u-turn to close the door. He turns back around, his hands shoots to his pockets as he walks towards his head.

“What’s up, darling?” He says as he stands at the side of her bed, she laughs at his nervousness. She’s not really sure why he’s nervous when she’s the one whose palms can’t stop sweating.

She tucks a hair behind her ear, “Sit next to me.” She taps again at her bed, he’d admit she looked so fucking stunning. The way she’d let her hair loose, and no makeup really made him feel some type of way. He takes a seat on the bed, kicking off his shoes before bringing his feet onto the bed.

She gets on her knees and makes her way towards him, her hands resting on his shoulders, “Look, I love you so much and…” she takes a deep breath as she looks into his eyes, “I want to give you all of me because I realized that life is too short and this just feels so right.”

Y/N begins to lean to kiss Tom, the tips of their noses touching but before she can plant a kiss he adds, “Are you sure?” His hands move from his sides to her hips.

She lets out a shaker breath as she looks into his eyes, “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Tom.” And with that, he didn’t even think twice about bringing his lips to hers. To both of them this felt so right, like how it was always meant to be.

Tom straightens out his legs as Y/N throws her legs over him, her arms still wrapped around his neck. Her core hovering over Tom’s sweats, her hands begin to leave his shoulders and to her abdomen where the robe is tied. She becomes a bit tense, it was a mixture of being touched by Tom but the last time she was touched were by people that broke in.

She begins to become a bit hesitant, and Tom notices, “I’m not gonna hurt you love, you can trust me..” and that was enough for her to bring her lips back to his, it just felt so right.

His hands move from her hips to her hands, “If you want me to stop, tell me.” His nose still touching hers, and she doesn’t even respond but just nods as her lips find her way back to his. Their hands untying her robe in synchronicity to reveal that she was wearing nothing under. His hands moving from hips to her breast, her hands on his shoulders again as their kisses intensify.

His hands gripping right beneath her boobs, and that’s when he starts to push her back. Making his way slowly on top of her, their heads towards the end of the bed. Her legs wrapping around his waist as soon as his weight is on top of her. Her hands tugging at the ends of his shirt as she begins to pull it up, their lips still attached as he pulls the shirt off with his left hand.

Her core desperately trying to rub against his, and he’s grinding against her. Her feet moving higher, almost at the band of sweats trying to tug them down and she is somewhat successful. Tom’s lower body becoming exposed as she continues to move down the sweats, his kisses moving down her neck as his hands start to tug on his sweats.

Tom brings himself up just enough to pull down his sweats, at least to his ankles. He comes back down to her, his lips making their way to her chest. While he’s leaving marks, her feet continue to rub of his sweats from his ankles in which she is successful. As he continues to suck on her chest, his right hand makes its way down to her core and rubs her slightly, “Already wet for me darling?”

She covers her face shyly, “I know.” He brings his hand to move her her hands from her face, “don’t be embarrassed, it’s fucking sexy.” He attaches his lips to hers again, he wants nothing but to make her feel good but a pit of nerves stops him again.

Y/N can tell the mood change in Tom a bit, “What is it?” He kisses her forehead, “I just- if it hurts, please tell me to stop..I will.”

She nods her head and gives Tom an Eskimo kiss, “You’re cute when you care.” His hand rests on her cheek, “you’re everything, love.” And no more words are exchanged, except nothing but intimacy between two people that were in love.

The next morning, Y/N woke up early to brew some coffee. She wasn’t going to lie she was a bit sore from what had happened between her and Tom but it really was something she didn’t regret. As she waited for the coffee to pour out into the pot, she reached for the cabinet by the fridge and pulled out some advil, she wasn’t sure if it would help but she decided to take some anyway.

“You have a headache?”

She turns around to find Harrison pulling a seat out on the counter, “Uh, yeah I do. I’m not sure why.” She opens the container and then puts it back in the cabinet, “Why are you up so early anyway, Harrison?”

He clears his throat while he sets down his phone on the counter, “Just finished talking to Tom’s PR team..they want to fly out a fan for the brothers trust so that this ‘scandal’ could blow over.” Y/N nods as she pulls out two mugs from the cabinets for both of them, “I see, I mean that’s smart I guess.”

She turns her back to get the fresh brew of coffee, “So I’m assuming the conversation you both had went well last night?” Haz asks as she turns back around with the coffee pot, a smirk across his face as he holds out his mug.

Y/N begins to pour the brew into his mug, “I mean, what makes you say that?” She says obnoxiously but playfully at the same time. He blows lightly into the mug and takes a sniff at the coffee while she pulls creamer out of the fridge, “I’m just guessing, he didn’t end up in his bed last night so I’m only assuming that you both-”

“Harrison please..” she shakes both hands, not wanting to hear what he was gonna say next. They both chuckle as they prepare their coffees, and of course being the blonde that he is..he probably brings up too much, “So when are you both moving into the new place?”

Her eyes squint a bit, not remembering mentioning to him about moving into a new place with Tom, “Mmm, I-”

Haz takes a sip and sets down his cup excitedly, “You’re gonna love Kingston, the weather is beautiful except for the casual rainstorms and-”

“Kingston? What are you talking about?” Y/N asks as she tucks a hair behind her ear.

Harrison scratches his head in confusion, “Wait, isn’t that what you both talked about last night? Tom said he was gonna ask you to move to Kingston.”

Her eyes widen in a shock, “I mean, we talked about moving in but he didn’t ask me to move out there.”

The blonde stands from the seat and shakes his head, “Fuck, just forget what I said. Y/N, don’t-”

“Goodmorning..” Tom remarks as he makes his way into the kitchen, the blonde and his girl just watch him with his hand messing with his messy bed hair. “What’s up?” He puts his arm around her and pulls her in closer, leaving a kiss on the side of her head.

Tom notices the slight tension in the kitchen, “What’s up with you both?”

She bites her bottom lip, and looks back into the brunette’s eyes, “When were you going to tell me about me moving to Kingston with you?”

-A/N: Soooo, what’s gonna happen next? Sorry if this wasn’t were y’all expecting…OKAY Y’ALL! PLEASE SOUND OFF IN MY ASKS! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I PROMISE I’M TRYING TO BE MORE CONSISTENT. I’ll take any advice, theories, suggestions..please feedback is key! also love y’all, hope you’re enjoying this fic so far. Love ya -Amy 💛

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