#I love that they gave her workout clothes as a hero suit why did they do that

[rainedroptalks]

I have many mixed feelings about the yj show after reading the original comics, but at least I can confidently say Cassie was my favorite character in the show as well. From the moment she showed up in season 2 I latched onto that blonde idiot so fast

[simpingovernonexistentmen]

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My First Fanfiction Ever Hope you like it.

Genre: Omegaverse, A/B/O, BNHA, Alpha Bakugo X Omega Reader

Plot: Nesting Omega reader stealing Alpha Bakugo things getting caught in the process.

Slightly Suggestive, SFW,

Of course this would happen to you. You would have a crush over an emotionally unavailable Alpha. And of course everything would line up around the time your inner Omega wants to obsessively nest. You were currently working for a hero agency suggest by a friend, which is where you met none other than Pro Hero Ground Zero. Otherwise known as Katsuki Bakugo. Your job consisted with secretarial work, your quirk allowed you hack into anything and everything. Which wasn't exactly field agent worthy, your quirk was mostly meant for computers but, every so often when you forgot your house keys you would just use your quirk to get you out of a bind. A desk job suited you just fine, you were simple and you liked it that way. But being around the dangerous alpha made you yearn for a little more than simple.

And just like magic he appeared. It was like the universe was mocking you and your one sided love. Of course your Omega was jumping with joy seeing her Alpha come into view. You had to concentrate very hard just to keep your scent from changing. Last thing you needed was making it painfully obvious that you liked the grumpy alpha. You gripped harder on the pen you were holding in your desk pinching your eyes closes, evening out your breathing to keep from being noticed.

Little did you know that this Alpha had already noticed your behavior change the moment he walked in. Bakugo noticed you the moment you started working in his agency. Your scent called to his alpha like a sweet siren. He convinced himself that he didn't have time for a love life. He was too focused on being number one hero, becoming stronger so he would never be on equal grounds with a certain green haired hero.

Still he couldn't help but, watch you. He watched you from afar seeing you get along with your coworkers, laughing and smiling. He couldn't help but, be a bit envious wanting to be the reason for your silver bell laugh or, your heart stopping smile. In the end he would just curse to himself and walk away before his alpha was further riled up. Still he couldn't stop the pleasurable hums that his inner alpha produced when he caught your scent in the air.

Meanwhile you were trying not to relish in the grumpy alpha's scent. Cinnamon and firewood was now your new favorite scent. How you wished you could roll in his scent wrapping it around you like a comforting blanket. Once he walked passed you with his best friend red riot in tow, you could finally let go of the pocket of air you've been holding allowing yourself to breath in the remnants of his presence. Even with his scent your Omega was still whining at you to obtain her alpha's things for the perfect nest. Of course you had a plan to do just that.

After work hours was over, you told your coworkers you were going to stay behind for some last minute paperwork that needed to be done. Of course your new omega and alpha friends wanted to stay behind with you so, you wouldn't be alone but, you insisted you were fine and that you would get home ok. Once you were sure everyone was out, your mission started.

You quickly headed for the field agents locker room, using your quirk to pop open the lock easily slipping in the room. Nervousness and, excitement overwhelmed you on how close you were to your goal. You stood in front of the locker you were eyeing with the name Ground Zero engraved on it. Instead of wasting time, you used your quirk again to open the locker. Opening your small bag on your hip you took small trinkets that you deemed wouldn't be noticed if it had gone missing. Taking a pen, one sock, and a small hand towel stuffing it quickly in your bag.

You glanced at his white shirt hanging in his locker that he used for his work outs. You stared at it, remembering your alpha's jaw dropping body filled it out, sweating from his works out and occasionally lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. You couldn't help yourself. You grabbed a hold on his shirt hugging it to your chest purring happily while rubbing your face in his scent.

That is until you heard footsteps nearby. Shit! Shit! Shit! Panic was spreading throughout your body. The footsteps were becoming very apparent that they were headed this way, without thinking you shoved yourself into Bakugo's locker closing the door. You waited trying to suppress the distressed chips that wanted to come out.

"Shut your fucking yapping! I am just grabbing my workout clothes to wash. You don’t need to wait for me"

You overheard a irradiated person yell out followed by click which, probably meant he was on a phone call. The footsteps came closer to your hiding place, your body went ridged when you were flooded with the scent of cinnamon and firewood. The door flung open meeting a very surprised wide eye Bakugo piercing your guilty looking ones. After a few seconds of staring you decided to say something.

"Umm...if i say this isn't what it looks like would you believe me?" You let out a nervous laugh.

It took Bakugo a second to answer you since he was too busy looking at you clutching his shirt to your chest. His inner alpha purred at the sight. He sniffed the air smelling some of his scent on you. He placed an arm out against the locker slowly leaning in with a smirk.

"No i don’t think i will. Y/N" His voice stated huskily

It didn't take an long to figure out you were stealing his stuff. Judging how you had his shirt pressed against your chest you were obviously nesting but, that wasn't the most important part. The fact that you taking HIS things with HIS scent made his alpha purr in happiness, he couldn't stop the grin from appearing on his face.

Meanwhile you were cursing the day you were born while, at the same time melting at the fact your name rolling off his tongue. You smiled up nervously at the looming alpha. Unknowingly clutching his shirt tighter to you which did not go unnoticed by Bakugo.

"Anyway i could persuade you into pretending this never happened and us both going our separate ways?"

"Not a chance" He quickly responded "But if you tell me why your in my locker with my things, i might be inclined to help you out."

The cockiness in his voice did not go unnoticed by you....Was he actually interested in you? You decided to test out that theory since you had nothing else to lose at this point. You let your scent of violets and berries fill the air around you. You placed a gentle hand on the alpha's chest, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"I'm nesting" you stated with a sultry voice.

Bakugo raised an eyebrow to your sudden change in demeanor but, he would be damned if he said didn't like it. Your scent made his mouth water while, your voice made his body heat up with excitement. He couldn't deny his inner alpha anymore, your silent invitation was enough to break his convictions. Only a idiot would pass since a delectable feast in front of him and, he was no idiot. He placed his hand under your chin gently, making sure he had your full attention.

"You need MY help with that Omega?" He stated with his alpha seeping through.

You shivered in delight with just his touch. He was definitely interested in you, God you had it bad for him. Your Omega let out a small pleading whine, wanting nothing more than her alpha to touch you more. He was pumping out his scent making you feel like your in a drunken state.

"Yes please Alpha"

He gave a sharp toothy grin grabbing your wrist to drag you out of his locker, pulling you to his chest. You felt his chest purring against you.

"What do i get out of it, if i help you?" He asked while, wrapping his arms around your curvy figure. God you were the perfect fit in his arms.

"A date sound good?" You chirped up with your new found courage.

Bakugo chuckled rubbing his face against your scent gland breathing you in. He whispered in your ear lowly.

"I want exclusive rights of dating you" He said with such authority.

You pulled away enough to see his face letting a smile grace your face.

"Sounds like a deal to me"

That's it! Hope you like it. I’ll think about writing more One-Shots in the future.

[swan-of-sunrise]

Spellbinding (Chapter Three-Part Two)

Summary: (Y/N)’s magical training with Loki begins, and she begins to evaluate her growing feelings for her best friend.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Three (Part II) April 29th, 2015 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)

Over the next couple of weeks, Loki helped (Y/N) acclimate to her new and overwhelming role as an Avenger. He gave her tours of different parts of the tower, introduced her to several teammates she hadn’t met yet, and read with her in her room when she grew tired or was feeling too uncomfortable with all the attention. Whenever (Y/N) wasn’t with Loki, she was slowly getting to know the rest of the team. While she got along fairly well with all of them, she was the most comfortable around Steve and Bruce; She and Steve initially bonded over their mutual love of classic films and history books, and Bruce was always kind enough to invite her down to the lab for lunch whenever she wasn’t busy with Loki.

The only Avenger that (Y/N) couldn’t stand being around, however, was Iron Man himself. It was no secret that (Y/N) and Tony disliked each other; it turned out the Artificial Intelligence system named J.A.R.V.I.S. had caught their first interaction on camera and the other Avengers had gotten a hold of the recording; they thought it was hilarious that the self-proclaimed playboy had gotten a well-deserved talking-to and Tony fumed because it had somehow gotten leaked to the others. (Y/N) suspected that Loki had something to do with its release but whenever she mentioned it to him, he’d only flashed her a mischievous smile and changed the subject. Thankfully, whenever Tony wasn’t on a mission he was either busy in the lab or off overseeing Stark Industries, so (Y/N) didn’t see him around very often.

Once her prescribed two weeks of rest were up, (Y/N)’s magical training began. She, Loki and Thor gathered together in the tower’s gymnasium; now that she knew the brothers were Asgardian gods, it was amusing to see them dressed in ‘Midgardian’ workout clothes. And it’s official, she thought as she subtly examined her best friend and his hoodie-basketball shorts combination, Loki looks handsome in just about everything he wears.

“Magic is nothing without concentration, Lady (Y/N). You must focus completely on the task you’re trying to accomplish, or you risk failing and perhaps overexerting yourself.” Loki paced before her with his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke, looking every part the serious instructor.

Thor spoke up, “What did you feel when you used your magic on that Hydra agent?” Thor was only there to observe and occasionally offer advice, but (Y/N) had found herself comforted by the older Asgardian’s supportive presence.

(Y/N) thought back to the incident at the library. “Well, I remember seeing the man and thinking ‘He’s going to hurt us.’ Then, I sort of instinctively raised my hands and felt a tugging in the pit of my stomach; that’s when I pushed him back with the purple magic and fainted.”

“The reason you fainted was because although you had the proper concentration on your target, you didn’t have a clear thought about what to do to him, which caused you to use too much magic.” Loki explained patiently. “When performing magic, you must keep two things in mind: Object and intent. That way, you can control how much magic you use and keep it from exhausting or killing yourself.”

“All right, object and intent. Got it.” She nodded in acknowledgement. “And will I always have to use my hands to perform magic?”

Loki tilted his head thoughtfully and stopped pacing. “I’m not sure. Since very little is known about your particular brand of magic, you may be able to eventually use both your hands and your eyes. It will undoubtedly take a great deal of practice to even reach that level so for the time being, you’ll only try and use your hands. Now, let’s begin, shall we?” He looked around the room, his brow furrowing in concentration. “Thor, do you remember what Mother used when she first taught us levitation, before you stubbornly quit to train as a warrior?”

“Ah, you mean when you used your tricks to make an illusion of a troll chase me around the palace and I decided that magic wasn’t to my liking?” Thor chuckled as his younger brother shrugged innocently. “If I recall correctly, Mother had us begin by practicing on statues in the gardens. I don’t think that will work for a Midgardian beginner such as Lady (Y/N), though; they’re too heavy.”

(Y/N) pointed at the rack of weights across the room. “What about those?”

Smiling, Loki went over and came back with a ten-pound weight in his hand. “Brilliant, Lady (Y/N)!” He set the weight in front of her and backed away to stand next to Thor. “Try and levitate this. Remember, object and intent.”

“Okay,” She took a deep breath and raised her hands. Her eyes never left the weight as she willed it to obey her. Nothing happened. Frowning, she stared down the weight until she felt a familiar tugging sensation in the pit of her stomach; the weight was all the sudden surrounded by a purple glow, rising about a foot in the air before landing back on the ground with a dull thud. “I did it!”

“Well done!” Loki was beaming, a hint of pride in his green eyes. “This time, levitate it and see if you can’t move it in other directions…”

Hours later, (Y/N) was drenched in sweat and her body ached all over, but she’d progressed to controlling fifty-pound weights to move around the room; Loki decided to call it a day when he and Thor were nearly smacked in the head by a wayward dumbbell.

“I know it’s your turn to read aloud but I don’t mind taking over; you’ve worked hard today, after all.”

(Y/N), who was lying flat on her back on the ground, groaned. “Thank you, Loki, that would be great; I wouldn’t want to stumble over my words.” Over the past week, she and Loki had taken turns reading poetry aloud to one another; since he enjoyed reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream so much she’d introduced him to her leather-bound collection of famous poems, which he’d instantly taken to. “Why didn’t you two tell me magic was so tiring?”

Loki only chuckled from his seat on the workout bench beside her. “Don’t fret, Lady (Y/N), magic becomes nearly effortless after a while. I must say, though, you’re learning quickly for a beginner, it’s impressive.”

“Loki’s right, your magic is stronger than I could have ever expected, Lady (Y/N).” Thor spoke as he sat next to his brother. “And I know for a fact that it’s nearly impossible to impress him.” He nudged his brother’s shoulder with his own. “Perhaps she’ll impress you again when her magic surpasses yours one day, brother!”

“I have no problems with that, Thor, just as long as she promises to use her magic to bludgeon you with dumbbells whenever required.” That made them all laugh.

(Y/N) clambered to her feet and stretched her arms. “Well, I’m going to go take a quick shower before we read; I’ll meet you in your room in an hour, okay?” After turning to leave, she turned around to face the brothers, specifically the eldest of the two. “And Thor, if you even think about eating my snacks while I’m in the shower like last time, I promise that I’ll tell everyone about your secret stash of Pop-Tarts.” Thor gulped nervously as she shifted her gaze to the younger brother. “Could you please protect my snacks from him, Loki?”

Loki nodded, giving her a mock-bow and a grin. “I shall endeavor to guard your snacks from all who dare threaten them, my lady!”

“Oh, my hero!” Playing along with him, she clutched her chest and looked up at the ceiling dramatically, earning another laugh from both men. “See you soon…”

She left the gymnasium and as she walked down the hall, she heard Thor remark, “Well, brother, I can certainly see why you-Ow! That hurt!”

Behind all the pranks and insults they seem to care a lot for each other, she thought with a smile as she made her way to the elevator. She’d spent the past couple of weeks silently observing the brothers, and despite being slightly intimidated by him during their first meeting, she’d grown quite fond of Thor. And although he’d never admit it to her, she began to think that Loki was wary of living in Thor’s shadow, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by prying. Pride filled her as she thought of his praise of her developing magical skills, and she couldn’t wait to learn more about her powers with him. Hopefully I won’t be as sore from now on, though, she thought with a wince when she stepped into the elevator and hurried off to enjoy a soothing shower.

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A moment after she knocked, Loki opened his door of his suite with his usual grin. “Your snacks, my lady, kept safe from annoying oafs as promised.” He allowed her in and closed the door behind her before gesturing to his large sofa and coffee table piled high with food. “Make yourself comfortable.”

(Y/N) smiled and sat herself carefully on the cushions, sighing in satisfaction at how comfortable they felt to her still-aching muscles. His room was very similar to hers, except his had a distinct green and gold theme whereas hers was more lavender mixed with other pastels. “Thank you, Loki. I was wondering, have you ever tutored anyone else in magic before?”

He sat next to her, her leather-bound book in his hand. “Never. I’m simply attempting to channel everything my mother taught me about magic when I first began, though I’m afraid I’m not nearly as skilled as she is…”

“Well, I think you make a wonderful teacher!” Her pulse quickened when he smiled shyly at her compliment, so to distract herself she began nibbling on her granola bar. “Now, where did we stop yesterday?”

“Um…” Flicking through the pages, he found the page that was bookmarked. “Ah yes, ‘She Walks in Beauty.’” He cleared his throat and began reading aloud:

“She walks in beauty, like the night  Of cloudless climes and starry skies;  And all that’s best of dark and bright  Meet in her aspect and her eyes;  Thus mellowed to that tender light  Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 

One shade the more, one ray the less,  Had half impaired the nameless grace  Which waves in every raven tress,  Or softly lightens o’er her face;  Where thoughts serenely sweet express,  How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,  So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,  The smiles that win, the tints that glow,  But tell of days in goodness spent,  A mind at peace with all below,  A heart whose love is innocent!”

(Y/N) sighed dreamily when he finished. “I’ve always thought that poem was brilliant. The way Lord Byron presents the woman’s beauty as a delicate balance between light and dark is so eloquent, and I love the conclusion he draws about inner and outer beauty living in harmony with one another. It’s very sweet how he describes this woman who he obviously has feelings for…” She trailed off when she noticed Loki smirking. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you’ve proven a theory of mine correct.”

“And what theory would that be, exactly?” Crossing her arms, she raised an eyebrow at him and tried not to smile at his smug expression.

“That you, Lady (Y/N), are a hopeless romantic.” Loki grinned triumphantly as a blush spread over her cheeks. “I suspected as much when you recommended Pride and Prejudice to me all those weeks ago; though you claimed you enjoyed the novel for the witty banter and period drama, it was obvious that you also enjoyed it for the romantic plot between Elizabeth Bennet and Mister Darcy.”

Shrugging noncommittally, (Y/N) retorted, “All right, I’ll admit that I’m a hopeless romantic…just as soon as you do.” His green eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you flicking through Much Ado About Nothing the other day, and when you were reading ‘She Walks in Beauty’ just now you couldn’t keep the goofy smile off your face.”

Loki’s stunned expression shifted as he gave her a lopsided grin. “I suppose you’re right, Lady (Y/N). Though if word of that got out it would ruin my reputation as a terrifying, all-powerful god, wouldn’t you say?” He leaned closer and jokingly stage-whispered, “I promise not to tell anyone your secret if you promise not to tell them mine. Agreed?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Loki.” She felt as if she were melting under his intense gaze, and it wasn’t until her eyes involuntarily flicked to his lips did she realize how close their faces were. Quickly pulling away, she fumbled with the hem of her peasant-top and trained her eyes on the book in his lap, fully aware that her face was reddening as she pushed her glasses back up her nose. “So, um, shall we continue?”

She heard him clear his throat and reply, “Yes, of course, um, right…” He hastily picked the book up and flipped the page, the sight of him licking his finger to do so only causing her blush to deepen. “All right: ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud…’”

As he continued to read poem after poem, (Y/N) replayed everything that had happened in her mind. She’d nearly thrown caution to the wind and kissed her best friend. Over their three months of friendship, the small crush she’d been harboring for the Asgardian had developed into something much larger and though she wasn’t sure if what she felt was love, since she’d never experienced it before, she knew that her strong feelings could jeopardize their friendship. Besides that, he was an Asgardian, practically a god, and she was just an ordinary Midgardian who just happened to have a Light Elf for a mother; there was absolutely no chance of him possibly returning her feelings so at that moment, she decided to try her hardest to repress them for both their sakes and the sake of their friendship.

But maybe I’ll let myself enjoy today, she thought, tentatively leaning her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being so close to him. To her surprise, he reached around her shoulders and pulled her closer, leaving his arm wrapped tightly around her as he continued to read. His soothing musical voice combined with the warmth he radiated and his unique scent relaxed and lulled her to sleep, but not before she heard him flip back several pages and read, “‘She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies…’”

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! In the text I included a link to a Youtube video of Tom Hiddleston reading ‘She Walks In Beauty,’ you should really give it a listen! I’ve also created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk

Chapter Four

Spellbinding Masterlist

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[faulty-writes]

Could I please request a scenario with Mirio performing a strip tease for his fem SO? But not actually a nsfw request; just really spicy!

[ I have no idea what this is. But, Mirio takes almost all his clothes off, so enjoy. I know little to nothing about strip teases, still. I like how Mirio goes about doing it, certainly not performing it in a traditional way. Lots of grinding and such. ] 

“Heh, are you sure you want this, sunshine?” The question came out with some uncertainty and you weren’t sure why considering the fact that when Mirio had his quirk. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed to engage in combat in nothing but his birthday suit, but you imagined that was a slightly different situation. Considering the fact he loved heroism, it was a shame that Eri couldn’t quite master her quirk to help him. You didn’t blame the young girl, considering her quirk was very powerful, and learning how to control it would take time.

You were thankful that UA had allowed Mirio to graduate, though you were a year behind him. In addition, you were in the Department of Support. Something that took as much dedication as the hero course, given heroes got most of the credit for saving lives and whatnot. But, no one ever stopped to think about the weapons and suits behind the hero and just how long it took for a member of support to craft them. Still, you couldn’t complain. The reason Mirio and yourself had met was that he needed an improvement on his suit, of course, no one could have predicted the boy would lose his quirk altogether.

But, you were happy he was taking it well and you were grateful you still had him in your life. He stood at the front of your bed, hands curled around the waistband of his sweatpants and he was wearing a loose tank top that showed off every bit of his muscle. Something that you enjoyed, Mirio was physically attractive. However, his appearance wasn’t the only aspect you fell in love with. His personality was certainly something worth mentioning, his sweet and caring attitude. Whenever you were having a bad day, you could always count on Mirio to cheer you up.

Not to mention the fact he had a heart of gold, it made you proud to say such an incredible man was yours. Given, you hadn’t gone all the way in your relationship. Which was fine considering Mirio had made it clear he didn’t want to do anything you weren’t comfortable with and he always asked for consent when the mood changed into something spicier. But, when you had come to him suggesting this, well, it took him by surprise. Though he would do just about anything to make you happy. Which included taking off his clothes.

Your legs dangled over the footboard and your toes just barely scraped the floor. Your eyes were locked on Mirio and you partly wondered if he actually felt comfortable enough to do this. Then again, you knew he’d push through any obstacle that was laid in front of him. "I'm sure," you replied with a smile before you slid off the bed and playfully walked over to him. Your heart sped up as you wrapped your arms around his neck which was somewhat of a challenge considering Mirio was at least a foot taller than you. "After all, you're handsome," you pulled him into a kiss, "cute," you pressed your lips against his neck. "So damn sexy too," you purred before kissing along his collarbone.

He shivered at the sensation, your lips felt so warm and it almost made him weak in the knees. "Sunshine, ah!" he cried out when you leaned up and gently sank your teeth into the soft flesh of his ear. You could feel the pressure of his hands on your hips and the small pain that came when he dug his nails into them. You chuckled softly and released his ear, “Is that enough of a motivation for you?” the playful look in your eye made Mirio’s throat go dry, you were just too much for him sometimes.

Not that he didn’t love feeling a little lustful, just the urge to lose control was there and well, he had to be careful. Still, he nodded. “You always drive me wild, sunshine. Don’t worry! I’ll make sure I do the best uh, striptease ever!” he grinned happily and you almost missed his determined glance as you turned to sit back on the bed. “Hm, hm, hm,” you hummed as you kicked your legs, the heels of your feet hit the footboard a few times before coming to a stop. Mirio raised his arms up, hands folded over and fingers spread apart.

You could see his eyes were closed and a deep breath sounded. He looked like he was on the training ground of UA again. When he opened his eyes, you shivered at the way he looked at you. This was accompanied by a smirk as he curled his arms, “Oh,” you leaned forward as he flexed his muscles. You were happy he hadn’t stopped his workout routine, even without a quirk. He still looked the part of a hero and that’s all you saw as he walked over to you. A gasp escaped as he laid his hands on your thighs.

His hands were warm and you resisted the urge to squeak when you felt his thumbs graze along your inner thighs. Damn, he was always good at teasing you. Mirio could tell your eyes were focused on his hands, so he reached up and gently cupped your chin. “Uh...” the warmth radiating from your cheeks only told him one thing, that you were blushing profusely. It was a little embarrassing, having your head forced up and when you looked into Mirio’s eyes. You felt your heart accelerate, still, he smiled at you. “Blushing already? But I haven’t even taken my clothes off, you’re adorable, sunshine,” he commented which made your lips form a pout.

You were about to protest when he leaned back and you instantly missed his warmth. You tilted your head, a little confused as to what the former hero student was doing when he turned around and arched his back. Though you were rather distracted when his hands reached back, cupping the curve of that thick backside of his. “Oh,” you latched onto your bottom lip as his hands ran over those firm cheeks and you couldn’t resist reaching out. You had a strong desire to touch the treasure in front of you, but Mirio caught onto you.

He dropped his hands and turned around once more, he did it so quickly you barely had time to register his action. The next thing you knew, his hand clasped around yours and he roughly pulled your arm. Not enough to pull you off the bed, but enough to get his warning across. “Don’t be naughty now,” he said with a playful wink and you groaned, feeling your face grow hotter. You knew your cheeks had to be bright red by now, all your prior confidence seemed to have vanished. “If you really want to touch me,” your eyes widened at the tone of his voice and you cried out when Mirio straddled your legs.

He then reached over, taking your other hand and pressing both to his chest. You could have sworn you felt his heartbeat, but whether that was out of excitement or maybe even embarrassment, was unknown. Though Mirio didn’t look ashamed in the least bit, especially with that smile of his. “Why don’t you help me take this shirt off?” your jaw dropped and you shook your head, “W-What?!” you squeaked which made Mirio chuckle, he hadn’t seen you this nervous in a long time. It almost gave him a feeling of power, but he’d have to make sure it didn’t go to his head.

“Cutie,” he purred before guiding your hands to the bottom of his shirt. “It’ll be easy, but if you want to feel around first. I don’t mind,” you knew Mirio had an impressive build, but your hands were shaking as he guided them underneath his shirt and applied pressure until your palms were laying flat against his stomach. “Go on,” he encouraged as his hips thrust against you. It was rare to see Mirio giving an order, considering he was more about pleasing everyone and his partner. Still, you were more than happy to obey, even if you were nervous beyond all hell.

Your hands slowly traced up and down his stomach, your fingertips faintly brushing against his pecs. Which you noticed caused him to squirm a bit and you shifted your legs. Partly thankful you were sitting on the bed, else your legs might have collapsed under the weight of Mirio. Still, your hands continued to explore the upper part of his body. But, yet again you were reminded the man was full of surprises and paused when his hand came to caress the side of your head. Brushing a few strands of hair away in the process, “Uh…” you glanced to the side which caused Mirio to chuckle. 

“Come on,” he said before leaning down to your ear, you could feel his hot breath as he whispered, “Don’t stop now,” it almost sounded like a threat, but you continued moving your hands. You latched onto your lip when Mirio sunk his teeth into your ear, the subtle pain combined with the warm moist feeling of his tongue had you squirming. You curled your fingers, allowing your nails to dig into his chest, leaving behind faint red lines that would more than likely heal with little to no problem. You didn’t break the skin thankfully, but you were tempted to lean forward and leave bite marks all over his torso.

But, that’s when Mirio leaned back, yet again. You could feel his saliva dripping from your ear, but you ignored it and focused more on how Mirio took your hands again. Squeezing each one gently, it was amusing how large Mirio was in comparison to you. His hands completely engulfed yours, which would normally cause panic. But, his palms were always so warm and when it came to you, he was gentle and considerate. Even during something like a striptease. “Of course, if you already want my shirt off. I don’t mind,” you glanced to the side, “Uh...w-well, I…” you trailed off which caused Mirio to chuckle.

“Don’t be scared, after all. You’ve seen me without my shirt plenty of times, right?” that was true, but somehow this felt different. Still, you swallowed, “Y-Yes?” you replied, though your response sounded uncertain. Regardless, you hesitantly reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. “Ah, that feels better. What do you say, sunshine?” he questioned, you placed his shirt off to the side and allowed your eyes to scan his torso. “You look...um, g-good, amazing!” your words came out a little panicked, it was hard to think at the moment.

“Aw,” he smiled and reached up, securely grabbing the back of your neck before he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Thank you, but I think you look amazing all the time. Especially now, with your cheeks all red and rosy. You also have that shy glance in your eye. You’re too cute you know, I guess I’m pretty lucky that I’m the only one that gets to see this vulnerable side of you. Of course, I’d never abuse it. I hope you know that. What kind of man would I be if I made my sunshine cry? Certainly not a good one, but enough about that. How about we get around to taking these itchy pants off, hm?” your eyes widened at his words and you couldn’t help but glance down.

He was wearing sweatpants, so it wouldn’t be much of a challenge to get them off. But to your surprise, you felt the pressure of Mirio moving his hips again. Grinding himself, more specifically his lower half against you. “Uh...w-what are…” your words trailed off as Mirio’s hands made their way to your shoulders, steadying himself as he continued to move. “Lost for words? Heh, I hope this is okay. I think part of a striptease is to well, arouse your partner or well, whoever you’re performing it for. Just let me know if it’s too much,” he said, and despite you being red in the face with your heart ready to burst out of your chest.

You knew one thing, you did not want him to stop. Maybe you needed to show him that, given you hadn’t done much other than help him out of his shirt. Still, would he welcome what you were about to do? Maybe not, but you’d never know until you try. With that in mind, you reached around and grasped onto that luscious backside of his. Giving it a firm squeeze which seemed to capture Mirio’s attention, he looked rather surprised which made you happy. “Mm, grabbing already? Heh, how does it feel?” he questioned as he continued to move on top of you, his large thighs squeezing your own and there was a hint of a bulge in his pants.

But, you chose not to address it. At least not at the current moment, but it was a tad distracting feeling it brush against your chest every time Mirio thrust forward. “Uh, g-good?” you said, lightly slapping each round cheek. Enjoying the way they jiggled in your hands, “But you’re still a little shy, right?” Mirio replied before wiggling his backside. “I think I can fix that,” he said as he reached back to remove your hands which made you pout. Despite the fact he was right, you were still feeling a little shy, maybe a tad uncertain about this.

You were a little curious what Mirio was planning next as he lowered himself to his knees, the sight alone made your heart accelerate. You knew he couldn’t be planning anything too dirty considering he hadn’t asked your permission to do so. Still, you weren’t sure if you could trust that grin on his face as he reached up to grab your foot. You instantly tried to pull away, but he kept a firm grip on you. “It’s okay, sunshine. Just let me try this,” you looked at him with a clueless expression, but much like before. You were more than certain that he was going to surprise you.

So, you leaned back. Your arms behind you and hands sinking into the mattress, you nodded and watched as Mirio leaned close. A squeak escaped when his lips pressed against the top of your foot. That was new, but Mirio continued. Kissing up to your ankle, he paused and looked up at you before continuing. You were surprised he didn’t bother pushing your pant leg up, though he seemed content kissing over the fabric and when he reached your thighs. You couldn’t resist threading your fingers through his hair.

He teasingly pressed his lips against your inner thigh which had you spreading your legs, though he took note of this and chuckled. “Hinting at something?” he questioned before standing on his feet, you almost felt like whining. But, your eyes focused on Mirio as he reached down and ran his fingers across the waistline of his sweatpants. He hitched his breath and reached up, allowing his hands to glide over his bare chest. You watched as those muscles flexed with each movement. He then smirked and motioned you over with his finger. You swallowed the lump in your throat and cautiously slid off the bed.

“There’s my beautiful sunshine,” he said as he pulled you close, “Mirio!” you cried out, feeling the way his hands slid across your hips. “Hm, yes? Did you want something?” he asked in a teasing tone as he once again began to thrust his hips into you. Though you tried to pull away, Mirio made sure you had no method of escape. You placed your hands on his chest as he continued to move. He leaned forward and a soft hiss escaped you as Mirio playfully kissed down your neck. “Keep still,” he said before releasing his hold on you, he then turned around.

You didn’t expect him to press his back against you, but it felt wonderful all the same. Despite the fact, you were yet again reminded how much bigger Mirio was compared to you. Still, feeling that round backside grind against you caused your knees to grow weak. “Better hold onto me, sunshine,” he said before guiding your hands around his waist, you couldn’t resist brushing your fingertips across his V-line. “Are you sure you don’t want to go lower? It’s okay!” he assured and though you opened your mouth to protest, he lightly took hold of your hands and you tried to take a step back when you felt him guide them under the waistline of those sweats.

“Uh M-Mirio?” you questioned and he turned to look at you from over his shoulder. “Yeah? Don’t worry, just relax and enjoy,” he said, it was a bit odd feeling the man move against you. Your hands slipping in and out of those sweats, though you enjoyed the slick feeling of the boxers he was wearing. Though you partly wondered how long he’d have them on. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking that dirty, but in a way, you couldn’t help it. But considering the fact your hands were literally down his pants, you took the opportunity of squeezing his equally thick thighs.

“Whoa there, better be careful or your hands will end up grabbing something else,” Mirio said with a chuckle before slowly turning around, you couldn’t help but frown as the action forced your hands to retreat. You were half tempted to reach back into those sweats when Mirio cupped your face, you blinked. “Your cheeks are so warm, it feels nice,” he commented before leaning forward. Your breath hitched when you felt his lips against your own and that weak feeling came over you once more. “Hm?” Mirio broke from the kiss and securely reached down to take hold of your waist.

“You okay, sunshine?” you reached up to grab his shoulder, looking a little dazed. “Maybe you should lie down, I’m sure I can think of something to do to continue to tease you,” he replied before leaning down to scoop you up. A surprised cry left your lips as you found yourself being carried back to the bed, your arms were wrapped around Mirio’s neck and you couldn’t help but find yourself in awe as you noticed the look on his face. He seemed so confident and the way he was holding you, so securely yet loose enough to know that if you wanted to.

You could tell him to lower you and he’d do so without a fight. Of course, you didn’t fight him. No, you allowed him to lower you back onto the bed. You laid your head against the pillows, your eyes were directed at the ceiling until you felt the bed dip. You leaned up, seeing Mirio proceed to crawl on top of you. “W-What are you doing?” you questioned, those nervous butterflies beginning to fill your stomach. “Exactly what I said, sunshine. So lean back and relax, just enjoy the show,” he encouraged as he reached over and pushed your shoulder.

Something that signaled you to lay back down, “Mm,” you nervously nibbled on your lip, but did as he wanted and laid back down. Laying your hands across your stomach, your eyes were locked on Mirio however, and the way he straddled your hips again. You squirmed a bit when he reached down and pushed your hands off your stomach. You laid them by your sides as he placed his hand on you. The other was resting on your thigh and once again, he proceeded to grind against you. Your jaw hung open as you watched him, the way his stomach rolled and how his pecs slightly jiggled every time he arched his back.

You wanted to reach up and touch them, but Mirio had your hands held in place by his knees which squeezed your waist. He was certainly keeping his word of teasing you, but that didn’t stop you from wiggling underneath him. “Heh too much?” he questioned as he retracted his hands and you paused as you watched him tug down those sweatpants, exposing his thighs. “I caught your attention huh?” Mirio questioned as he leaned down to claim your lips once more. He resumed grinding against you and almost smirked as your moan became muffled within the kiss.

He pulled away and proceeded to kiss down your cheek, slowly turning his body so he fell beside you. He continued to move his hips, the feeling of him thrusting against your side was strange. But not unwelcome, he reached up to grab hold of your chin. Tilting it to the side so he could have better access to your neck which he proceeded to sink his teeth into. You resisted the urge to cry out when he began to suckle. He then reached for the waistband of his sweats, pulling them further down to expose more skin. He managed to wiggle one leg out before he proceeded to straddle your hips once more. 

Releasing his hold on your neck and sure enough, there was a visible bruise. Though he didn’t enjoy the thought of hurting you, when it came to hickey’s it was a little different and maybe he was greedy. Considering he enjoyed knowing that the mark he made essentially meant you belonged to him and while you could always hide it, there wasn’t really a point. Still, he smiled as he looked at you and took note that you were panting, he must have done a good job riling you up. But, he wasn’t done yet. “I guess I should completely take these off huh?” he said, referring to his sweats.

“H-Huh? Hey!” you got a little nervous when Mirio rolled back which caused the bed to move. But, you were quickly distracted by the way his legs came up. The empty pant leg swayed back and forth. But, when you saw him reach up to pull the other off, you half expected him to slide off the bed. Instead, a cry left your lips when the bed violently bounced and Mirio was once more straddling you. The only difference was this time his crotch was in your face, something that made your cheeks glow bright red. But, Mirio once again smiled and brought the sweatpants around his neck.

He proceeded to move his body, gliding his sweats down his chest and you held your breath as you watched him slide them between his legs. Those short boxers giving little to the imagination. But, what Mirio did next caught you off guard. He leaned down, pushing your shirt up. You let out a soft whine as those lips pressed against your stomach, followed by that tongue which teasingly swiped across your pelvic area. "Sunshine," he said as he reached down to tug on your pants, "I think it's your turn," your eyes widened, maybe asking for a striptease was a bad idea.

[pink-imagines]

red roses

request: Hello! How about a soulmate au where you start to see colours as you start to fall in love with your soulmate instead of immediately seeing colours when u met them with kirishima/bakugo/shinso (whichever character u feeling inspired to do) Thank you!

a/n: sorry for the late update! i have a lot of other stuff to do atm! i added in another trope (the hanahaki disease)

warnings: angst and vomiting

masterlist

Eijiro never saw himself as the type who would ever fall in love at first sight. Which made the whole “see colors as your falling in love” very tedious... and even if he did fall in love... would they love him back?

As soon as he got into UA all those things flew out the window. All of his focus went to studying to become the hero he always wanted to be. He didn’t give a single thought to it since middle school... but something started to change.

He was friendly with everyone in his class, this didn’t mean that he knew everyone. So when he got to do a project with one of his classmates, whom he didn’t really know, he was excited to get to know a knew person.

Y/N Y/L/N was a certainly special... she was beautiful, strong and smart. Great person to do a project with! They got the whole lesson to start their project, which was spent to gather information about their task.

“Do you want to come to my dorm later and finish up the writing?”, she whispered to him at the end of the lesson.

“Sounds good!”, he smiled.

Something deep down inside of him was awoken, some sort of feeling of anxiety. But it wasn’t bad, he wasn’t afraid. Maybe he was just nervous about the project. Eijiro stood outside Y/N’s door, ready to knock but for some reason not doing it. Why was he just standing there? Knock dammit! Eventually he pushed himself enough to do it.

“Coming!”, she said from the other side of the door. Eijiro heard shuffling and somebody walking around, drawers being pulled out and pushed in again. After that the door was opened. Y/N’s hair was wet and her clothes were put on hastily, just a hoodie and a pair of shorts.

“Sorry, I just showered.”, she smiled brightly and let him inside.

Already in that moment, Eijiro knew that there wasn’t going to be much writing. And he was right. The time was mostly spent on talking and laughing together. Maybe he was kidding himself, but Eijiro felt like the world had started getting a hint of color. He didn’t believe it enough for it to be true, though.

When he got to the showers later that evening, after working out, he turned the water to cold. He had to wake up and not get his hopes up too much. Something inside of him, though, screamed at him to for once let himself be happy. Not everything had to be for others. But those feelings were pushed deep down as soon as the surfaced.

Still, when he was going to bed that night... right before he was about to fall asleep, an image of you laughing popped into his mind. Eijiro quickly shook it away before letting himself float away to his dreams.

The next day was a Friday, and the class had decided on a movie night that evening. This made Eijiro’s last classes for the week go by a bit faster.

Before he knew it, he was making popcorn in the kitchen! Y/N was right next to him pouring some other snacks in a few bowls and for some reason his eyes kept wandering to her when he didn’t stop himself. She caught him looking, looked down at the bowls and then held out the bowl with chips in it.

“Do you want one?”, she smiled.

“Thanks...”, he took one and enjoyed the way her smile seemed to glow even brighter.

He was about to sit down on the couch in the corner seat, which we all know is the best seat, when Y/N came running at him.

“You better not take my corner seat!”, she tried to be serious, but failed since she started laughing mid-way through her sentance.

“Fine, fine!”, Eijiro held his hands up and sat down next to the corner seat, where Y/N cuddled up with a blanket. As soon as the movie started Eijiro realized that this placement was a bad idea. He barely payed attention to the movie, because he was kind of staring at the way she reacted to different parts of the movie... the way she laughed, pretended to be shocked when a very expecting plot twist happened and tried her best not to cry at the sad parts. He really wanted to move closer to her, maybe hold her or just share that blanket she was cuddling with... but he didn’t do anything. 

And maybe it was the lighting, but the colors seemed to change.

The next day he went to the school’s gym early in the morning for a light workout and a run. When he was done in the gym he walked out to the sprinting area and went for a few rounds... until he heard someone shouting his name... it looked like Y/N.

“Woohoo! Go Kirishima!”, she shouted, though she looked exhausted. She had probably just come from her own work out. As he ran past her he gave her a big grin and ran a little bit faster than normal. He felt her gaze linger on him for a while but when he turned around she had started walking away again.

“Hey, Y/L/N!”, he shouted as he ran backwards to face her.

“Yeah!?”, she turned around with a smile.

“Let’s finish the project today!”

“Sounds good! Let’s meet in my room!”, she gave him a thumbs up. His heart seemed to skip a beat, but he couldn’t know if it was because of her or the fact that he was still running.

This kept happening again and again. There was something about Y/N that made him feel so special when she looked at him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and her wonderful laugh. Though he kept it to himself, he couldn’t help but to admit that he had a crush. As soon as he did the colors seemed to flow in. He finally got to see what red really looked like, and holy shit! He had been dying his hair with this? At least it wasn’t neon yellow.

He decided to wear more color and made a few changes to his hero suit. The next training lesson everyone was asking him about it... even her.

“Hey! I like the changes to the suit!”, Y/N commented.

“Really? Thanks.”, he smiled and tried to stop himself from blushing.

“Yeah! What color is it?”, she asked innocently. His heart broke on sight and his smile dropped.

“You can’t see it?”, he managed to get out.

“No... are you okay, Kirishima?”, she asked with worry in her eyes.

“I’m not feeling to well all of the sudden...”, he breathed out, “I’m gonna go to recovery girl...” He hurried out of the training center and as soon as he turned a corner he started running to the nearest bathroom. With a hand over his mouth he stumbled to one of the stalls just in time for him to vomit down the toilet. Fuck... fuck... fuck... There were flowers... so many bloody flowers...

[gemstoneconstellations]

Date me

Summary: Oblivious Deku doesn’t notice you flirting with him so you decide to get bold.

wordcount: 1794

You sigh as you secure the villain, pulling tightly on the capture rope around his hands and feet. Further down the road, you see your fellow hero from your agency cuffing the other two villains he’d taken down. Sighing again and sitting down on top of the hogtied villain, who complained and tried to squirm away, you freely ogled the smiling hero, Deku. 

His muscles rippled and tugged at his suit, hinting at all the curves and divots in his body. That man was the complete package: he was kind and caring to others, strong, highly intelligent, cute, determined, and had a killer bod. But the thing is, despite being a walking sin, he was completely innocent and oblivious. It’s not like he isn’t aware of you; he just doesn’t realize when or think anyone would flirt with him. For months, you’ve been subtly flirting with Deku, trying to spark his interest, but nothing has happened. You sigh, pouting to yourself as you held down the villain who was still trying to get away. 

It took a lot of courage just to lightly flirt with Deku, but now it’s looking like you’d need to be more forward. Determined to make Deku see you more as a woman than a fellow hero, you dragged the cursing villain over to the police cruiser that had pulled up. As the police handled putting the criminals in quirk-canceling cuffs and into their vehicle, you made your way over to your patrol partner.

The adorable Deku just smiled at you as he adjusted his utility belt, putting away the capture rope he’d used. You scooted closer to him, biting your lower lip as you felt his body heat radiate off of him. It’s now or never; you go in for the kill. “You know, when you fight, you got some major Daddy vibes going on.”

“Daddy? I’m hardly a father figure.” You almost want to smack yourself at that reply. But you don’t lose hope.

“Oh no, I’m not talking daddy. I mean,” you stand on your toes to whisper hotly into his ear, making sure your lips brush against it. “Daddy.”

The response this time was instantaneous. Deku turned to you with a completely flushed face. “Don-don’t say things like that!”

You chuckled at him; so he does understand sexual jokes. Leaning suggestively towards him, you smirked as he tried to lean away. “You gonna punish me? Spank me, Daddy?” You ended it with a wink and Deku let out an indescribable screech from his mouth.

“Okay! Time to continue our patrol!” He quickly turned from you, walking robotically, like he had to think about how to walk and work his limbs properly. You skipped behind him, letting him calm down. For the rest of the patrol, he was unable to make eye contact with you. Oh, this will be fun.

Over the course of the next few days, you would throw over-the-top flirtatious lines at Deku. He never saw it coming, too. One day, you entered the office earlier than usual. There was a pile of paperwork sitting on your desk that you've been putting off. Luckily, you saw that the last person that had clocked in was Deku. 

Looking around the corner to the said hero’s office, you saw him sitting at his desk, typing away on his company computer in his civilian clothes. He’s most likely doing the same thing you’d planned on doing.

 “Hey, Deku,” you cheered as you walked over to his desk. The poor man had no idea what was about to happen as he looked at you with his usual sweet smile.

“Hello—” You plopped right onto his desk, legs crossed and pressed close to him. Your hands went to work, feeling his arm and causing the pen he was holding to fly out of his hand. “What are you doing?!”

You fingers ran up and down his arm, feeling the curves, bulging veins, and deep scars on his skin.“Feeling your muscles. It’s amazing how much power comes from these compact guns. You’re amazing.”

You could hear him swallow, his eyes bouncing around the room and refusing to settle on you. His ears were quickly turning red. But he didn't pull away so you took that as a good sign. “Th-Th-Thank you, I—”

“I bet you could hold me against the wall one handed for hours, no problem.” Again, his face instantly became a deep shade of red. You couldn't help but giggle as you poked at his warm cheek. “Oh, Deku turned into a sexy tomato.”

“I NEED TO GO ON PATROL NOW!” He stood up and practically ran out of the room, accidentally clipping his shoulder on the doorway and stepping into a garbage can. You tried to cover a snort behind your hand when he lifted his foot and the can stayed on his foot. Looking back at you, he chuckled nervously as he pulled off the trash can and ran towards the locker rooms.

After that, you made more of an effort to make physical contact. Nothing too extreme. Commenting on his strength while brushing his arms. Your hands would “accidentally” touch when passing paperwork or when patrolling beside each other. Everytime you were rewarded with his adorable blush. He was becoming more aware of you and it was fantastic. Finally, he was seeing you in a different light.

“Wanna spar?” You walked straight up to Deku while he was on the leg press. Today was both of your days off and you knew Deku always used the agency’s gym in the morning on his days off. Sometimes the two of you would workout together if your schedules allowed you to.

He gave you a cautious look, probably trying to figure out if you were planning something. You just smiled at him innocently. “Sure…,” he agreed and the two of you made your way to the floor mats.

Both of you got into your fighting positions. You loved one-upping the higher ranking hero, it was exhilarating. Deku always gave you detailed instructions on how to improve and moves you could add to your fighting style. But today was not the day for that. In two minutes flat, Deku had you pinned down on to the floor without breaking a sweat. “That was too easy.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, so maybe I wanted to be pinned down by your arms this time.” You smiled up at him as he just blinked owlishly at you. “Your pretty eyes and iron buns always leave me pinned to the ground.”

You could see the exact moment when he had fully processed your words. He quickly let go of your pinned arms and stood up. “I’m… I’m… I think I’m done for the day! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He ran around the gym, picking up his things while you just layed on the mat, watching him. Just as he was stepping out the door you shouted, “Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go!”

“Gaaaah!” You chuckled as he stumbled through the doors; he always became extremely clumsy when flustered.

After a month of constant flirting, your mood has improved as much as Deku’s face consistently stayed red. Tonight should be fun; there is a mandatory company gathering where everyone got together at a rented-out bar to drink the night away. It’s to help keep morale up and to make sure people took it easy once in a while. You luckily got to run into a tipsy Deku on your way out of the bathroom. Your boss loves to have drinking contests with the younger heroes and Deku was most likely one of his victims. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. “Hey Deku, looking good with that blush.”

He opened an eye to see you standing beside him and groaned. “Stop teasing me, I can’t with my mind fuddled like this.”

You giggled; that was fair and gave him a nod. “Are you drunk?”

“No, but you a meanie. Flirting with me suddenly to just make me flustered… so mean…” He was practically pouting beside you. He still thinks you’re messing with him. After all that?

Gosh, why do you like such an oblivious guy? “Deku I’ve been flirting with you for like months and you never reacted before. I just decided to be more forward, so happy you noticed, Mister Oblivious.” You let your back hit the wall as you gently leaned against him.

He let you do as you pleased, now used to your gentle touches. “You’re just saying that. I’m plain and nerdy.” He still sounded pouty, not believing you at all.

Him not being aware of how hot and sweet he was had been endearing in the beginning, but now it was just getting ridiculous. “Deku…Midoriya Izuku, I’m not just saying it. Nerds are sooo my type. I think you’re adorable and I find you very attractive. So attractive that you’re Mister Sexy Buns in my phone.”

For the first time tonight, you heard him laugh. “Noooo.”

“Yes.” You held up your phone to show him your texts, his contact name on top of the screen. 

You felt him lean his weight into you as he laughed uncontrollably. “Pfft, that’s so weird and a silly name.”

“Hey, don’t deny the sexiness that is your ass. Best ass in Japan, hands down, ” you stated matter-of-factly. You weren't the only one who thought so. A gossip magazine rated heroes asses and Deku got number three in all of Japan. If it had just been men being rated, you are sure he would have been number one.

“I don’t know, you have a nice butt.” You choked on airl did Deku just say you had a nice butt? What? You were so shocked, you were speechless. “Ooooh, can dish it out no problem but baby can’t handle it when it’s served back at her.”

Deku let out a deep chuckle that you’d never heard from him before as he turned towards you, hands resting on your hips as he leaned against you more. “B-baby?”

“Mmmhmmm. Be prepared, I’m coming for you.” You swallowed as you felt yourself being pinned against the wall with Deku’s body pressed against yours, his head resting on your shoulder and breath tickling your neck. “And you’ll be coming for me soon, too.”

You felt his hands start to slide down. He chooses to be this forward now? In public?! “Wait, wait! Midoriya…I-I…” You reached out to push him back slightly only for him to fall to his knees in front of you. “Midoriya?” His eyes were shut and he let out a small snore, peacefully asleep while your heart was still pounding in your chest.

[hellowkatey]

The Come Up (Bucky x Reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18701557/chapters/44353861

Friends to lovers trope cause I’m a sucker for a slow burn. All further chapters will be posted to AO3 (link at bottom), but the first chapter is posted in its entirety below the break.

Summary: Newly accepted as an official Avenger, you move into the infamous compound, anxious to be a part of a team for the first time. You quickly find acceptance among the group, but your loner habits are taking a bit longer to acclimate. Your first mission comes around, and you finally meet the infamous Bucky Barnes, immediately clicking and falling into a natural friendship. When ~feelings~ arise, you must figure out how to figure out if these new emotions need to be suppressed or let out in the open.

Warnings: none

Tags: friend to lover, pre IW/EG, reader x bucky

Rating: PG13 for language and suggestive content

When you look in the mirror, you don’t see “hero”.

It doesn’t matter that the suit Tony designed for you makes you look the part. No amount of lightweight bulletproof super fabric and Avengers emblems will change that you are still you underneath— hardened, scarred, and internally broken.

“It looks great.” You whirl around to see Natasha leaning against the door frame of your bedroom. She looks ready for bed with her hair tucked into a loose bun, a pair of flannel pajama pants and a gray tank top.

“Thanks,” you say shyly, glancing back at yourself in the mirror. For as wrong as it feels, it fits like a damn glove. He asked if you had a preference on design. You just said to keep it simple, and he really nailed it.

It looks like normal clothing. The pants are black, high waisted and fitted down your legs like skinny jeans but soft and stretchy and thicker than they seem. He explained it’s because they are meant to block bullets. A new material they got from Wakanda. The top is a dark gray v-neck and a similar material. It’s long sleeve and has the Avengers emblem on the breast and on the back of the neck in black.

Your favorite part is the jacket. It looks like black denim, feels like denim, and moves like denim. According to Tony it’s better. Adjusts to the weather to be cooling or heating. Tough and durable against sharp objects and bullets. Above all, it is practically the same outfit you have worn when you have gone out to do some ass kicking. Tony even let you keep your favorite combat boots.

“I want you to feel like you can be yourself here.” He said when he gave you a box containing this suit. The way he looked at you meant he read your file. They all have the same look when they learn the truth.

“Did you ever feel guilty being here?” You ask, turning to look at Natasha as you slide the jacket off and pull out your own bedtime clothes. She smiles softly, longing in her eyes.

“I still do sometimes. It’s hard moving past the things I’ve done. There will always be red in my ledger no matter how many times I kick bad guys in the face.”

You chuckle at the thought of Nat literally smashing some perp in the jaw. You’re sure she isn’t exaggerating either. “What helped?”

“The people. I let them in, and now they’re my family. I just keep reminding myself that they know about my past and still love me.”

“Easy as that?”

“Easy at that. Have a good night, [y/n].”

You say goodnight and close your bedroom door with her departure. Now alone you change out of the fancy suit and into an oversized t-shirt that hits halfway down your thighs and shorts just in case you run into someone in the hallway at 2am or there’s an attack in the middle of the night. Precautions you never had to deal with working alone.

You set an alarm for 7am for your morning workout and fall asleep almost immediately, the weight of another exhausting day pulling you into darkness.

The chains of the punching bag clatter and twist as you land multiple hard hits on the side. Sweat is dripping off your body as you land a final fatal blow and the punching bag strap gives away, falling to the ground with a loud thud that echos through the training room. You shake out your hands and kick it to the side with two others you have demolished this morning.

“Looks like the punching bag destroyer isn’t me for once.” Steve Rogers laughs, walking into the room with two other men that you recognize as San Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Sam smiles widely at you and then looks at your small pile of fatalities with wide eyes.

“Super soldier?”

“Sam—“

“Oh are we not allowed to ask?” He rolls his eyes at Steve but then looks at you a little concerned he crossed a line. You give him a reassuring smile.

“Not exactly a super solider by design, but I have some similarities. Strength, agility, enhanced senses, and faster healing would be the overlap.” Steve nods at your list, confirming your assumption.

“Anything else? Laser vision maybe? Man, I have been so disappointed in the lack of laser vision in this--”

“Sam,” Steve groans, and you let out a genuine laugh. You’re internally giddy at how well this conversation is going, even if it’s just a little banter between the naturally outgoing Falcon and Steve Rogers. You glance at Bucky who is standing by quietly, per usual. You know he’s paying attention because his eyes are going back and forth between you and Sam, but his expression is neutral. The resting stoicism of Bucky Barnes.

“Oh come on,” Sam whines. Steve gives him another look and this time he seems like he will cease.

“We’re not here to barrade [y/n]. We are here to deliver a mission.”

He holds out a file folder. It’s thick, and stamped with the SHIELD logo. Must be a few years old.

“How’s your Portuguese?”

“Fairly decent.” You reply in Portuguese, opening the folder to find a stack of case files with a black and white photograph paper clipped to the first page.

“Perfect. While we hate to just throw you into the field so quick, you’re the only other fluent Portuguese in house at the moment.”

“Other?”

“You will be joining Bucky in Brazil on this mission.”

You look up from the case to look at Bucky. Your eyes meet and the corner of his mouth turns up the smallest amount. A friendly smile. You guess it’s better than nothing.

Excitement courses through you. Your first mission! You didn’t expect to be so excited for something you’ve been doing for years, yet you can’t help but feel a little more confident after your talk with Natasha. You’re working towards a better future.

“When do we leave?”

“Saturday.” Steve says, indicating you have about two days to prepare. “Better start reading.” 

The three men then turn and leave you with a stack of classified files and three broken punching bags. 

November 18, 2004

Agent Log Transcript

“Shield agent Riley Gonzalez reporting in. It is November 18 in São Paulo, Brazil. Investigation of the numerous mystery attacks in the area has come up with no concrete evidence... locals have little insight, or do not seem affected by the disturbances. I have seen nothing down here that would indicate possible extraterrestrial activity. Next check in is November 24th unless new information is uncovered.” 

Transcript End. 

November 20th, 2004

Agent Log Transcript

“Shield Agent Riley Gonzalez, reporting in. Uhhh, so, I don’t know what to say. I, uh, I found something weird, don’t know if it connects, but--”

[yelling in background, incoherent voices]

“Shit!” 

Transcript End. 

You’re sitting in one of the large armchairs in the study, curled up in a blanket and sifting through the case files. You leave in the morning, and you just want to go over them once more to make sure you didn’t miss anything. 

When SHIELD was active, seven agents went missing in different parts of South America at different times. After SHIELD was disassembled, no more agents were sent down, but intelligence on so-called “extra-terrestrial attacks” continued to be gathered. After the attacks of 2012, the weird occurances suddenly didn’t seem so outlandish. Fury restarted the investigation and with the help of Tony’s advanced software, managed to find a pattern in the documented attacks. That is why Bucky and you are going to Brazil-- to try and witness and predict the next attack so they can figure out what they are and how to stop them. 

The overhead light flickers on in the study. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the flood of brightness. You hadn’t noticed how dark it had become in there. 

Through your squinting you see Bucky stride into the room, his quiet confidence radiating off of him. “Reading in the dark?” he asks, a small smile appearing on his lips. You’re a little caught off guard to see him engaging you in conversation. The most you’ve ever spoken to him before this moment is when you were introduced, and that entire moment consisted of him him walking past the kitchen while Steve, Nat, Bruce, Sam, Tony, Wanda, Vision, and Rhodey were making their own acquaintances and Steve pointed to his fleeting figure saying “That’s Bucky.” and Tony adding “He doesn’t say much.” 

“It wasn’t dark when I started reading.” You push together the papers into a neat pile and tuck them back into the folder. Bucky sits down on the couch across from you, his eyebrows knit together despite his general friendly demeanor. “Something wrong?” 

“Nothing wrong, just thinking about this mission.” 

“Are you nervous?”

He scoffs, and you roll your eyes. 

“Are you one of those guys that chalks everything up to having seen worse?” 

He cocks his head, pressing his lips together into a curious expression. 

“I have lived through the second world war, being frozen, and an alien invasion or two. I’d say that’s seeing some shitty things and missions like these don’t really make me that nervous.” 

“You never know. Seven other agents were probably thinking the same thing, and they were never seen again.”

He picks at a thread on the sleeve of his green henley, glancing up at you to make eye contact every so often. 

“What, do you want me to be nervous?” 

“It would be comforting to not be the only one.” 

He chuckles softly. “[y/n], it’s gonna be fine. First mission jitters go away pretty quick.” 

"When do we take off?" you shift the subject, feeling a little embarrassed at your comment about him "seeing worse". The man was a brainwashed assassin, who do you think you are to make statements like that? Even your shitty past can't compare to the baggage he must carry around with him.

"7am. You a morning person?"

"Usually yes."

"Then you're in charge of waking me up if I oversleep. Steve is gettin' real tired of mothering me."

"He would never tire of that." Bucky grins at that, nostalgia a glint in his eye.

"True." he mutters, standing and giving you a polite nod. "I'll see you in the morning."

You tell him goodnight and starts to head to the door before stopping and turning around halfway. He reaches over and flicks on a lamp that is sitting on a side table near you and then heads to the door, flipping off the much too bright overhead light. The lamp is the perfect amount of dim light for you to see, but not hurting your eyes. You shoot an appreciative smile at his back as he shuts the door to the study behind him.

Your head is whirling. Casual conversation with Bucky beyond the little squad of him, Steve, and Sam, is not something that you have seen often. He's nice, you observe, and quite laid back. Maybe this mission won't be as awkward as you fear it to be.

The sun is not yet up when you rise. The sound of birds chirping outside eases you into consciousness before your alarm can go off. Flipping over you press the screen of your tablet to see you have another half an hour before you planned to be awake. You're wide awake now, though, so you sit up and pull your legs into a crossed position and begin your morning meditation a little early.

You've been meditating for years. It's the only way you have found that truly helps you stay relaxed and control your powers, which is a difficult feat on its own. Being here has taken a toll on you lately, so you've practically tucked away your powers completely. When you were on your own, you used them constantly, figuring to make the best of a bad situation. Now, living with so many others, it feels wrong, like you're constantly being watched.

There's a knock at the door, and your eyes snap open. You get up and open the door to find Steve Rogers standing there.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I was up."

"Good. Can we talk?" He looks past you, indicating he must want you to invite him in. You step back, unblocking the doorway from him. He comes in and sits at an armchair you have in the corner of your room. You sit back on your bed cross-legged and watch as he twiddles his thumbs a little before finally looking at you.

"No one knows what you can do," he says, his voice careful. "I'm sure that was obvious after Sam's outburst the other day."

Did they inject Captain America with mind reading powers too?

"Why not?"

"[y/n], you're powerful. You may be one of the most powerful people we have ever had under this roof. I know and Tony knows, but since we did not know the true nature of your powers, we did not want to make assumptions and try to explain something we don't understand."

"So you're saying if I want people to know who I am, it's up to me to talk about that."

A part of you is relieved. The stories of you usually cause people to fear you, and that is not something you like. Another part of you is filled with anxiety that the bullet is still sitting in the chamber and you will be the one to bite it.

"Basically yes. I just wanted to talk to you about this since you are going on a mission and that might be a good topic to bring up... ya know, for partner trust."

"Understood, Cap."

"Uh, yeah. Good."

There's a moment of silence.

"I see what Bucky says about you being a mother now." you chuckle.

"He said what?" Steve raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips. The strange tension in the room breaks and you are relieved.

"Just that you have to wake him up for school."

"It was his words not mine, then." Steve laughs and stands up. "Good luck, [y/n]. Watch out for my pal too."

"Definitely."

Steve leaves. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, a testament to the new conversation that has been added to your list of things to do on this mission. At least you have something to talk about on the plane now, you suppose.

Sometimes you wish you could fly. Or were just strong and skilled like Natasha. Or had something, anything other than the mess of powers that you have. It would be easier that way. Fewer people would leave out of fear or misunderstanding. Maybe you would have real friends.

Maybe that's why you accepted the Avenger's offer. You have been racking your brain endlessly for the past few weeks trying to figure out why you wanted to be here so bad. Being solo was so much simpler, so much fewer rules. Yet, when Tony Stark showed up at your crummy apartment door, you decided on the spot that you were in. For someone that tends to overthink everything, you sure made that decision fast.

There is a community of other people here that have rough backstories, misunderstood abilities, the weight of the world on their shoulders. A part of you just needed some sort of connection.

You place the last of your packed clothes into your duffel bag and zip it up. Wheels up in an hour and a half. You slip on a pair of black leggings and a green short sleeve roll sleeve top. Topping the outfit off with your usual combat boots and tying your hair up in a bun, you look in the mirror, satisfied, and throw the bag over your shoulder.

Bucky's room is nearly on the other side of the complex. He's next to Steve's room, unsurprisingly. You walk over and stand outside his door, your hand hovering in the air as you debate whether to knock or not.

Was he joking yesterday about needing to be woken up?

Fuck, you really should have confirmed that.

You drop your hand and press your ear to the door, listening for any sort of movement. Silence.

"Screw it," you mutter to yourself, and you knock.

It's quiet at first, but a few moments later you hear rustling and the sound of someone groaning.

The door opens suddenly and you jump back in surprise. There stands Bucky, hair disheveled and matted on the side, eyes droopy and sleep fresh on his breath. Shirtless... very shirtless and wearing only a pair of thin cotton pajama pants hanging low on his hips. Your eyes snap back up to his face, your face red that you totally just let your eyes wander down his entire body.

"'m up" he slurs, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Uh huh," you nod, noticing some parallel straight lines practically carved into his forehead... someone fell asleep with his metal arm on his head. You restrain yourself from making any jokes and step back again to put some distance between the two of you. "Wheels up in an hour."

further updates can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18701557/chapters/44353861

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING:  M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Loki finds out Alicia's secret.

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

Alicia awoke to seeing Loki combing his hand through her hair. Hummed in pleasure she closed her eyes and then felt peppered kisses all over her face. She giggled trying to back up from him but he held her firmly to him.

"Are you hungry?" She murmured against his lips.

"I am happy with this current feast."

She laughed his name, "digestible, healthy, first meal of the day, food. Ok maybe not healthy with what you would like."

"Are your lips poison?"

"To you they might have an addictive property."

It was Loki's turn to laugh but he pulled away from her to see her beautiful flushed face. "Are are truly something I fear I would not have enough of."

A heartbeat.

She pecked his lips. "I will give you everything. Now..Come on. I'll make you breakfast." As she sat up she felt the dizziness of a vision and was glad she was no longer facing Loki so he couldn't see the brightness to her eyes as she fought off the vision.

Both of them walked out to the kitchen where Marcibeth was waiting. She instantly commented they were in the same clothes, and she had to clean up their food. Also that the two should just stop eye fucking each other.

Alicia ignored her after a while and just focused on making the brown sugar and cinnamon french toast.

Alicia felt a vision coming on. Everything blurring and getting fuzzy. Alicia cursed aloud. She has been putting off this vision for a while and she was going to have it in front of Loki.

The place went silent as Marcibeth stopped mid sentence. Marcibeth called Alicia's name in question.

“Get.. draw…”

And Loki watched as Marcibeth ran and brought back paper and pencils. Guided her to the counter. 

Loki saw Alicia's tell-tail bright and lost eyes.

She was in a vision.

Loki watched as Marcibeth did nothing to guide Alicia through her vision. He stood. And looked at her picture. 

It was him and the other Avengers on the floor of the cursed tower. Obviously everyone was displeased with Loki.

“Good Darling. Now. Can you show me after this?” Loki removed the paper and placed another.

Alicia drew her in a uniform before Loki in what looked like a training room.

“Good Darling. How about a little further?”

Alicia drew the Avengers around a table looking at papers with a few SHIELD agents. Including Fury. The atmosphere was tense.

Loki watched as Alicia shook. She had her limit.

“Ok Darling. When are these things going to happen?”

Loki's hair stood on end at her scream of pain. He was quick to catch her before she could fall.

“So you can't get a time either," Marcibeth was at her sister’s side.

“Apparently she is a witch that can't share when things will happen. I didn't know.” Loki picked Alicia up and gently sat with her on the couch. Marcibeth was close behind. Loki asked, “How long has she been having visions?”

“I'll let her talk to you about that if she desires.” Marcibeth went to the kitchen and resumed cooking where Alicia left off.

Loki was amused, frustrated and maybe worried. She was an agent of SHIELD, had this all been just a mission. Was he played so easily by a Midgardian? He calmed himself. He would have known if that was the case. He felt her stir. He let her sit up but didn't take his hands off of her.

“I'm so tired… did… I have a vision?”

“Yes Darling. How long have you been having them?”

Loki saw the hesitation but was glad she answered with the truth.

“Since I was 5.” Her eyebrows knit together, “can I see it?”

Marcibeth brought the visions. He saw the shock on her face.

Alicia smiled sheepishly, “yeah.. I.. I'm an agent.” She gestured to the three pictures, “I had three visions? This has never happened before.”

“No one ever guided you?”

Marcibeth spoke up from the kitchen. “No one knew how. Or even that it was possible. We asked before when her vision would take place but she stopped drawing and came out with a huge headache.”

Alicia rubbed at her head. “It does feel like my head is going to split.”

Marcibeth approached placing her hands on Alicia's temples. There was a glow of grey magic from Marcibeth’s hands. “This is going to make her tired.” Marcibeth spoke up. And as if on cue Alicia slumped into Loki's lap. “You might want to just throw her in bed. She's going to be out for a while.”

Loki gently put Alicia in bed and covered her up. Her hair laid out beside her and a golden color in the little light coming in from the window. Her face was peaceful while he was having a war inside. He had so many questions for her.

“If she gave you the honest answer about when her magic surfaced she obviously wants to trust you. She started as an agent at 13. Worked her way up to being one of SHIELD's best eyes for threats. She is all about saving people though. In my opinion, she has too kind of a heart for her being an agent. However, when people are hurt she is a machine.” 

Loki couldn’t help but go back to his thoughts if he was just a mission. That she felt nothing for him. That there was once again no one that cared for him. He felt alone again.

Loki heard Marcibeth laugh.

“And no. You weren't a mission. SHIELD doesn't know you two have been interacting, yet. I'm sure it's a matter of time due to those visions she just had.”

“You’re an agent as well?”

“Yeah. I'm an empath. I feel people's emotions with close distance and get a glimpse of their thoughts with a touch. I specialize in acquiring information from unwilling informants and a few healing techniques.”

“That's a clever way to say interrogation by prolonged torture.”

Marcibeth chuckled. “I have been called out. Well, come on. She will be fine. I'll let you have the french toast Alicia made.”

Loki let his hand graze Alicia's face one last time before going to the kitchen to share an awkward breakfast with her sister.

Marcibeth grumbled as she cleaned up. Not with relaxing music, a dance and smile on her face like Alicia. Then she turned to Loki. “You know New York's heroes are going to bust through that window anytime now right?”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose you are not wrong.”

“I'll have her message you when she wakes up.”

Loki took the hint, thanked Marcibeth and left. He sent Alicia a text so she would see it when she woke.

The weather was terrible and felt as if due to Thor's foul mood. As he guessed, Loki was confronted by Thor as soon as he arrived on their floor.

"Where were you?"

"I went out. Am I not allowed a little privacy?"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing wrong if we all want to get to the point."

"He has been more tolerable recently…" Valkyrie spoke up.

Everyone eyed Loki. Then at each other.

Loki saw Thor starting to smile, "you are seeing someone." 

Loki was going to speak. However he was unsure what he could say. If he should say anything. 

"Who is this special person?" Thor’s eyes narrowed at Loki’s hesitense. "Is it a midgardian?" Thor stared more intently at Loki. "I know I have lifted many rules as far as courting alone to better adjust our people to Earth. But I swear. If you even dare take your relationship without care and you hurt this person-"

"I will do no such thing as to hurt her."

Tony eyed Loki, "What's her name?"

"And why might I share this information with you all now?"

"FRIDAY can you track all of the cars and tell us where they have been?" Tony then searched through the information. "FRIDAY track Loki's movement within the tower."

Alicia was right. Loki was exactly like a child sneaking out from their parents. It seemed he was caught. Loki had hidden from and manipulated the cameras to get his privacy since the night he met Alicia. Loki decided to let the information be known by canceling the spell. Loki decided to let them know everything, thus making it look like Tony's AI lagged information. From Alicia's visions they would meet her at some point. Loki even granted them with the footage for the past, almost eight months. Tony naturally demanded to know Alicia’s name from the AI.

The AI spoke, "Alicia Mae Gad. Early 20's. Lives in an apartment with her sister Marcibeth Gad who works the desk often of Mind and Body. Alicia is an artist, there are no records of any artwork. However she does have an unknown collector that buys all of her works. Loki has been seen meeting Alicia in the lobby starting seven and a half months ago. There is no further information. There are pictures of both women."

Loki watched Natasha whisper to Clint and he nodded. "You do anything to her and you will be found in many uncomfortable situations." Clint spoke up with a grin.

Alicia woke in a fuzzy state of mind. Marcibeth must have used her magic on her. Alicia got her phone to look at the time. She was late for her morning routine. And she saw the message from Loki.

Loki: 7:38 AM. Good morning, Darling. I hope you got enough rest. Would you like to cash in that date tonight?

Alicia: 10:42 AM. Good morning. I apologize for you finding out that way. I will talk later about it. What time for that date?

Alicia decided to just relax the rest of the day because her mind was fuzzy and her body was weak. Alicia decided to read and draw. Texting Loki as he could between meetings and routine check ins on the world. He had told her to wear only black and be dressed nicely. Alicia couldn't help but tease him by laying out an all black workout jogging suit, claiming it was in nice condition.

Loki told her he would have a dress sent if he needed so she quickly had to tell him she had something.

He made his intentions clear to spend more than the 30 dollars she did at the cafe. Despite Alicia offering just to cook for him, Loki insisted he wanted to spoil her as she has been for him. Loki insisted on her to get more rest because he knew visions took a huge toll on a witch.

Setting an alarm, telling him she was going to take that nap as instructed. Alicia went to her bed and was delighted when her bed smelled of Loki still. She thought of how nice it was to wake up with him. She wanted that to happen again. She thought of his kisses but quickly pushed those thoughts away because she was getting aroused. After getting through her sinful thoughts Alicia was finally able to relax.

[trcelyneart]

707 & Glam Choi? ^^

707: Which Mystic Messenger character is your favorite and do you have any headcanons for them?

God 707 obviously, but Yoosung is really really not far behind because Yoosung is my first route and that I relate to him the most (22-yo-uni-student-who-plays-games-and-doesn’t-know-what-to-do-with-her-life). Anyways!

707 headcanons, in no particular order:

- is one hell of a tickler

- owns a 3D printer because that shit is rad AF

- Has the Nyan Cat song as his ringtone

- Is probaby the one who created Nyan Cat tbh

- When he calls MC in the common route to say he has to go stretch and jokes about doing mental stretching, he was actually going to do a real workout

- In the same idea, he works out probably as much as Zen does. Gotta keep the secret agent body in shape. He keeps the habit even after he leaves the agency.

- And in the same idea, I could also apply some secret agent stuff I know from my american uncle who worked for the secret services, which include, but not only: having to attend a RFA party, being called at the last minute and promising that he’ll be back soon, leaving in his brand new suit and actually coming back at 4AM, his clothes neat and untouched, until he turns around and there’s actually a huge rip across his back (but he’s not wounded). Another one is telling MC he’s got some job to do in Germany, while he’s away MC’s child breaking their arm and her needing to call him immediately, the secretary at the embassy telling her that he’s actually in Irak, MC managing to get the number and yelling at her husband over the phone while he’s undercover in the middle of nowhere.

- In the call where he tells MC that he dreamt he was a cat and ran away with his kitty brother from the bad cat mom, he’s actually lying. He had a nightmare about his childhood and woke up in sweat and tears.

- Is bisexual but it’s canon at this rate.

- Acts like he does it only for his job, but he actually likes crossdressing.

- Sometimes steals MC’s dresses because they are comfy

- Is the Guitar Hero ultimate master

- Also a pro at Fruit Ninja

- Is a great dancer. Remember when he says he learnt waltz and tango for Elly? He actually knows how to. It comes from his panel of Things He Had To Learn To Be A Good Field Agent. He also likes dancing the Sims way just to make MC laugh

- Likes to do complicated equations just for the fun of it

- Is one hell of a cuddler. He hugs MC whenever possible. He likes to have her sit on his lap to read/play videogames/nap when he’s working; it helps him concentrate and none of them feels lonely, even if they do different stuff.

- Has watched the entirety of Stargate SG1

- Secretly dreams to go to Disneyland at least once

- Also likes to roll himself in a blanket burrito and rest his head on MC’s stomach or chest while cuddling on the couch. He loves listening to her heartbeat, it’s soothing.

- His hands and feet are almost always cold

- Proposes to MC through a pun (which I already wrote)

- Has a tattoo of the Cross on his back, from the base of his nape to the small of his back. He probably gets a matching one with MC.

- This is an art thing but I like drawing the scar of the bullet he took in the arm during the secret endings

- Likes connecting MC’s moles with a pen (Ihavelotsthisisabsolutelynotsomeselfinsertstuff)

- Lots of (stupid) selfies!

- Doesn’t want kids at first, because he’s scared of not being a good father, but after a few years and a lot of work on himself he ends up agreeing.

- Gets a therapy in the Secret Ending

Aaaand I’m gonna stop here because I could come up with headcanons all day long

Glam choi: Which route has been the most challenging for you?

Jumin’s. I haven’t played Another Story yet, but here’s the thing. From my experience with the fandom, very few people seem to realise how dangerous this man is in his route. The first part was okay, I was even glad I got to visit him so early in the game!

But what I didn’t know about myself is that I had triggers.

So when Jumin prevented MC from going back the first day, I was fine. When he asked her to stay until the following evening, I got suspicious but didn’t say anything. I started thinking something was off. I definitely didn’t like him forcing her to stay a second night.

When he pinned her against the wall, I laughed for ten seconds because he did the Kabe Don™thing. Then right after, I burst into tears. When I play the game, I’m really into it. So when I tried to imagine myself in MC’s place, I got a… flashback. I saw myself at the age of 13, being locked in my boyfriend’s apartment, with him there, both of us not realising I didn’t want to be there and that I was terrified he would assault me or something(we had a very unhealthy relationship and he tried to blackmail me into French kissing him/most likely more. Thanks god I never gave in) . And the worst part is that it took me seven years and therapy to understand that what I felt that day was fear. This guy fucked me up in so many ways (but that’s another story).

Anyway, I try to live with my trauma, but I had to lock my phone and put it down for a few hours after that. I wanted the good ending, so I forced myself to give the right answers, which were the exact opposite of what I wanted (I wanted to click those “let me go” answers so bad I stg). Getting to the end of his route was emotionally exhausting. I didn’t even buy his after ending after that. I’ve played every route at least three times. I never touched his again. I just can’t. Moreover getting his route requires being a bitch to 707 and my heart can’t handle that

After his route, I needed almost a month to recover. That’s the reason why I can’t bring myself to like Jumin. I mean, he’s great in Zen’s and 707′s routes, but he’s such an asshole in Jaehee’s route. I can’t like all of the aspects of his character, sometimes I find him awesome (he’s so savage sometimes, I love it) and sometimes I just crave punching him in the face.

Hahaha that was actually super long I’m sorry!! Thanks for the ask!!

[c-valentino]

What do you think of Riko as a character inside the books? (no HCs) / Any fave HCs you want to share? / Any pairings/ships you like with him? / fic recs? / art recs? / Kevin&Riko - do they have/had feelings for each other? / Thoughts on his finale scene? / Did you read Nora's extra content? // tag other bloggers you think have something interesting to say about him! (maybe someone we don't know yet??) #Thoughts on Riko Moriyama

What do you think of Riko as a character inside the books? (no HCs) From a writer’s point of view? He’s a fucking tragedy. (and no, I don’t mean the pieces of background story we did get on him, that’s been said and discussed before) He’s kind of the worst villain a story can have - and here is why: 

Riko is ‘one’ of the book’s antagonists, and to quote my German lit. teacher: “Antagonists act while heroes react.” - meaning it is often a villain who initiates any kind of dramatic change in a story. That said, why is Riko Moriyama a bad example of a villain? A good villain needs a plausible background story. The reader needs to actually understand what happened to the character in order to make him into what he is today. A good villain started out as an ‘ordinary’ person, same as a hero. Both undergo a series of events to turn them into what they are. If not enough depth and character development is put into a story the character becomes lifeless, doesn’t spark any kind of interest within the reader and (in this case) the villain becomes a ‘plot device’ - meaning someone who does evil things to create scenes that show more light on the main character and his reactions. (Neil has to suffer through some pretty over the top and kinda unexplained abuse from Riko in order to add to the tragedy and heroic survival in his character’s development). [unexplained meaning: Riko could just have done a million other things to him - it wouldn’t make much of a difference. As long as it fits the excessive violent behavior category it would have worked plot wise. There is no explanation why he is using knives (other than that it fits the whole scar theme of the books (Kevin, Andrew, Neil, Jean… all of them have scars)) … ] Or, to be very harsh here and I know it’s not quite THAT bad, think of those silly cartoons, Road Runner and Coyote - you know the coyote will do any kinds of destructive things, you don’t know why, it’s just his role, he’s a plot device. 

Of course there are ways to create a great villain without spending many pages on his background story. Take Makishima Shogo e.g. (PsychoPass season one), we know next to nothing about his background, yet he is one of my favorite antagonists. His character feels real because there are enough little aspects about him that add depth: he likes to read books (physical copies because ebooks lack character), he likes to quote from those books to drive his point home, he likes to dip his sweets into tea… - non of that makes him better/worse at changing/destroying society, but it gives us an idea of who the man behind that criminal mastermind is. 

Sadly, we only get the smallest glimpses of Riko. Overall his name is being mentioned 595 times in the trilogy, but we encounter him only a few times. Most of his actions happen behind the scenes. He’s also the best kind of HC goldmine you can find. Wasted potential makes for great fan content because there is so much left to explore (no matter if the author had to cut all the information out or cba to come up with anything to begin with. The fields of imagination are endless my friends!) Or, as Nora explained: “I wanted a stronger antagonist, so I kept giving him more power–and then I tore a chunk of it away in the final draft out of necessity. He had more presence in the second-to-last draft, just as Neil’s father did, but I had to delete entire chunks to balance the story out…” Basically all the information we have on Riko comes from Nora’s extra content (his whole backstory is in there). If you read it his character starts to make sense, becomes interesting and worth exploring. But it is what it is. You can’t really blame the readers for hating Riko Moriyama when they pick up the books for the first time. He is a shadow of a character in there. And let’s be honest, the extra content “doesn’t count” in many reader’s opinion. If it’s not in the books it didn’t happen! (true to some degree, but I’m not a purist. I research and dig for those extra pieces of information. I’d rather have four books with all the information on the side characters in there, I don’t need a sequel.)  So, conclusion: If you hate Riko Moriyama, consider reading Nora’s extra content and give him another shot. He is quite interesting.

Any fave HCs you want to share?oh geez…. endless supply of those • Young Riko wide-eyed on his first trip outside of the Nest (supervised &!! unsupervised) like… the things he wants to see/eat/try/buy, (with Kevin by his side/the whole team/on his own/some Moriyama bodyguard), him buying ice cream (wow that’s sweet), fast food (not rly his thing, too greasy), clothes (ripped jeans, t-shirts, that amazing black coat he sees on his way back, a hat - because all he has are workout clothes, Exy gear and suits)• Riko doing promo/commercial stuff for the Ravens, playing nice for the staff on set, but wishing some of them a very painful death because they are so fake… (kinda used that one before) • Riko doing drugs/alcohol for the first time (can’t hold his liquor even though Kevin seems to have no problems in that department, and oh, it pisses him off - gets a huge backlash from his uncle afterwards for being an embarrassment to the family name) (drugs are something he can’t really get to terms with. He likes the feeling they give him (at least some of them) but he absolutely hates the aftermath, remembering how they made him open up, bringing him close to losing control…(ravens are against doping btw) • Endless scenes of Riko/Kevin making out… Young Kevin getting curious at some point and the only one around for him to ask is Riko, Riko being so angry that something has to give and sadly that’s Kevin, both of them being hyped after their first official game(win) and making out on Kevin’s bed, both of them getting drunk at the victory celebration and Riko dragging Kevin off to somewhere that’s dangerously public and oh, Kevin, be quiet dammit… 

•Kevin is like an octopus while being asleep and Riko can’t stand it, it’s too warm, too sweaty, too heavy, too close…. - that’s why they make out on Kevin’s bed and he leaves afterwards. But there are times he wishes he could just go over there while Kevin is asleep. He does one night, when Kevin has been drinking with the older ravens… he has covered his ass and Kevin is gonna pay for it later… gets into bed behind Kevin and prays he won’t wake up…• Riko not admitting that there is more than Exy in his head sometimes… he likes psychology, astronomy, he’s good at math too and maybe physics would be interesting if the teacher wouldn’t be such a boring moron who takes ages to come to the point… but he can’t tell anyone because all he’s meant to be is the heir of Exy, and rly, what’s the point anyway? Chances are he won’t survive the end of his Exy career… • He likes music and some company gave them these awesome noise cancelling headphones. He likes them but only uses them when he is alone because he needs to hear the people around him…  • He’s an awesome dancer with remarkable body control, and so is Kevin, as they both find out on their first (and last) night at a club…

Any pairings/ships you like with him? Both Riko/Kevin & Kevin/Riko work just fine for me. I’ve written (Raven!)Neil/Riko/Kevin before, and if you put some work and thought into a well crafted AU setting even Riko/(raven!)Andrew works. - If it has to be straight… my best bet would be Allison - she has enough of an attitude to stand her ground.

fic recs?let me give you a few but it rly deserves a full list at some pointwhat if i did by MadHatterNO7 - Kevin/RikoNever More by biffes - Kevin/Riko Kevin/Riko/Jeanignominy by Saul - Kandreil but I still like Riko in this one… baptism by Saul can’t go wrong with Saul aka @unkinglythose are only the ones I can name on the spot…

art recs? Well, there is @shihoran , of course, she’s been posting daily. hers is maybe the sweetest Riko I’ve ever seen (nothing like I imagine him but gorgeous art!) I know @foxesrefuge is working on some stuff (since I’ve seen a glimpse of it! ha! no spoilers though) http://berry-muffin.tumblr.com/post/154991766150/insp-and-a-bonus-because-fuck-riko-moriyama    http://llstarcasterll.tumblr.com/post/157091722582 http://schwarzbrot.tumblr.com/image/138611768689 http://ziegenkind.tumblr.com/post/147315366365/here-you-go-nonnyand…. srsly, we need more Riko art!

Kevin&Riko - do they have/had feelings for each other? According to Nora’s extra content ‘yes’ they had feelings for each other. And I’m not talking the platonic kind of feelings. We’re talking the conflicted ‘adoptive’ brother/romance kind of stuff. Inside the books? Yes, I believe they have a nice textbook example of love/hate relationship to the very end. Riko can’t get over Kevin, even keeps his room untouched (as Neil tells us) and I could write you another two pages about that first interview scene. You can’t just ‘hate’ someone for no reason. Hate is a very personal feeling and it needs some kind of obsession behind it. Kevin tells us that he knows how it is to be with Riko. He also tells us that Riko wasn’t always like the way he is now. He’s gotten worse. You hear the Foxes call Riko a bastard, crazy… yet Kevin usually doesn’t outright insult Riko. Does he love him after what Riko has done to him? Probably not! Did he get rid of all his feelings from the time they grew up and learned to love Exy together? Unlikely.  

Thoughts on his finale scene? ¬_¬ you had to… I don’t like it. But that’s my personal (emotionally clouded) opinion. It works as a scene because it is fast paced and written in an almost detached way - like such an experience would be, I imagine. Hard to take in, slow to process, very overwhelming, scattered, scrambled brains and all. The scene itself makes me nearly choke on the tension and displayed/withheld emotions.

Did you read Nora’s extra content? Oh yes! Such an inspiration. I’d love to get my hands on some of the earlier drafts… *cough*moreKandreil/moreRiko*cough*

// tag other bloggers you think have something interesting to say about him! (maybe someone we don’t know yet??) #Thoughts on Riko Moriyama - Already did! :D

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A Clueless Romance

It all started with a simple question.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Shǒu had popped the question while he was walking back to his room with Jeanne in tow. Jeanne had fetched him, with towel in hand, after one of his weekly workout sessions with Kintoki.

Ever since Jeanne had been summoned, they’d been together as a couple, but they haven’t exactly done much that anyone would consider couple-like. While they’ve been stuck together for the majority of their time in Chaldea, the most they’ve done is just hold hands. Jeanne herself doesn’t seem to be bothered with the current state of affairs, given her apparent lack of romantic experience. However, Shǒu, even with his obvious lack of romantic experience, firmly believes that they should do something romantic at least once.

Shǒu was too preoccupied with his thoughts after popping his question that he had failed to notice that Jeanne had fallen behind. Concerned, he immediately rushed to her side.

“Jeanne, what’s wrong?”

“Um…” says Jeanne as she twirls her fingers in front of her.

Shǒu notices that Jeanne’s face is slightly tinged red.

“It’s nothing much. It’s just that dating wasn’t really a thing that a simple farm girl like me could even think about.” Jeanne tries to look at Shǒu’s face and immediately averts her eyes. “While I know that the modern era has become loose with these kinds of things, I’m trying to cope with it… but I’m honestly just very happy just spending every day with you, Shǒu.”

“Geez, now you’re making me embarrassed too, and I was the one who asked you out!” he half-heartedly complains.

“Well, it’s true though. I am quite enjoying myself with Chaldea’s hustle and bustle. My fellow Servant’s seem very enthusiastic every time they see you.” Jeanne says with a giggle.

(You mean very enthusiastic about us.) Shǒu thinks to himself.

Thanks to Gilgamesh, word about their relationship spread immediately within Chaldea. Shǒu already knew he had no chance of hiding their relationship so he wanted to personally break the news to everyone. Or at least that was the plan.

Not that there were any problems with their relationship, as everyone was pretty happy that their Master had finally allowed his own happiness for once. It also helped that it finally decided the stalemate over on who will win Shǒu’s affections.

“Jeanne I’m still serious though. I would really like it if we were to go out together, just the two of us.”

“Oh, you.”

Jeanne pretends to pout and replies.

“I really can’t say no when you make that kind of face so…”

She beams.

“Yes, I would love to go on that date.”

“Then let’s meet tomorrow at the Rayshift room around noon then?” Shǒu asks, trying to keep his voice level.

“Yes.”

“Then it’s a date.”

Having settled that, the two continue their walk back to Shǒu’s room, in blissful silence, hands locked between each other’s.

Shǒu’s Side

Immediately after he closed the door, Shǒu sighs and leans his back to the door.

“Geez, my heart's still beating so fast. Why am I so nervous about asking my own girlfriend out on a date?” He chastises himself.

“It’s definitely all that inexperience talking…” Shǒu trots over to the communicator and calls over certain Servants to his room.

After a quick shower, he’s greeted by Hans, Gilgamesh, and EMIYA.

“Well this is certainly an odd group you’ve called over, Shǒu.” observes Hans.

“Odd is quite pushing it. I wasn’t expecting to be in the same room as the King of Heroes.” EMIYA mutters with some slight distaste.

“For once we agree, faker. There are a lot of Servants in Chaldea that I’d rather share company with.” said Gilgamesh.

“Now, now guys. We’ve been allies for the past two years. Can’t you drop the animosity already?” Shǒu tries to settle down the two, who are starting to stare daggers at each other.

“As you wish.” Gilgamesh concedes. EMIYA similarly backs down.

“So. What could be so important that you’d gather us like this?” asks Hans.

“Er….” Shǒu scratches his head.

“So I just asked Jeanne out on a date. I was hoping you guys would give me some tips about that….”

All three suddenly got very interested on the topic of discussion.

“Hahahahahahaha! So you finally manned up, did you? It took you long enough.”  Gilgamesh looks amused.

“I was honestly beginning to worry that you’d settle for the status quo.” said Hans.

“Either way, I’ll do my best to help you prepare for your date.” said EMIYA.

“That’s great. I specifically asked you three because it seems like you have some experience with these kinds of things.”

“I’m not sure if you’re mocking me if you call all my pitiful attempts at courting “experience” “.  said Hans.

“At least you tried! I mean, I didn’t even try to court someone back at school! All I know of romance is from anime and manga. I’m probably more pitiful here.” said Shǒu, slightly in mockery.

“Yes, you probably come out as the better man here, Andersen. At least you went through with your attempts and accepted your rejection. Shǒu here hasn’t even been rejected.” scoffs Gilgamesh.

“Way to hit a man where it hurts, Gil.”

“Hmph. Well at least you are not being a passive male. So I suppose I can praise you for that.”

“Anyway, Shǒu, so what is your plan for the date anyway? I can at least tell you if what you think is feasible or not.” offers EMIYA.

“Well, what I was thinking is….”

Jeanne’s Side

“....and that’s the story.”

Jeanne had finished telling her guests about how Shǒu had asked her out on a date.

“Oh my, how lovely.” said Marie Antoinette with a giggle.

“Ara ara, my son is finally starting to be a man. Mother is conflicted.” croons Raikou.

“I’m actually surprised he took this long to take you on a date. How pathetic.”  said Meltililth.

“Ahahahahaha…. Nevertheless, I was quite happy that he wanted to go on a date with me. So that’s why I gathered you all here today. I wanted advice.”

Jeanne gracefully bows.

“Please help me to make our date a success!”

“Now, now, Jeanne. No need to be so formal. As your sworn friend, Of course I will help you! Don’t worry, I’ve been at Chaldea for more than a year! I know my way around these modern era trends.”

“I give my thanks, Your Highness.”

Marie pouts. “Jeanne, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s Marie. Not Your Highness.”

“Y-yes, Your High--, i mean, Marie.”

“That’s better.” Marie smiles.

Marie has been one of Jeanne’s closest friends, with their friendship dating back from the Orleans Singularity. Marie was one of the first ones to greet Jeanne warmly after she was summoned to Chaldea, and they spent quite a while catching up on what happened to them after Orleans.

“Honestly, Jeanne dear, while I am really overjoyed for the two of you, I don’t think Mother knows enough about dating to give any concrete advice.” Raikou says sadly.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, um, Mother. Any ideas would be appreciated.” says Jeanne respectfully.

“Ooooh, I’m so happy to have a daughter-in-law like you!”

Raikou grabs Jeanne in a ferocious hug, with her face getting smothered in Raikou’s humongous bust.

Jeanne had gotten quite close with Raikou over the past month, since they’ve been mobilized together to handle the more challenging encounters back in Ishtar’s Summer Race. Jeanne had just been politely making conversation with Raikou (mostly about Shǒu) which somehow turned into a mother-like interrogation. But after having been able to weather through all those trials, Jeanne had managed to win Raikou’s seal of approval. Now she insists that Jeanne call her “Mother”, and considers Jeanne her “daughter-in-law.”

“Umm...Raikou-san, I can’t breathe…”

“Ara, sorry dear. Mother was just too happy.” Raikou then lets go of Jeanne.

“But I’m pretty sure that Meltililith-chan over here can give you a better idea than me, since she’s particularly close with Shǒu.”

“Hmm, well if it’s to talk about that man’s likes and everything, I suppose I can tell you all about that..” Meltililth says nonchalantly, combing her hair with a sleeve.

“Meltililith-san…”

Jeanne had heard the stories after she came to Chaldea, about how Meltililith was looking like the first one who could break the romantic stalemate in regards to Shǒu. Even though it was Shǒu’s decision to pick her instead of Meltililith, she still felt guilty over the fact and decided to confront her about it.

Jeanne’s sincerity made Meltililith realize that Jeanne was most likely the better choice. She was hurt, but she was sincere in telling her that “if he’s happy, then I’m happy.”

It also helped resolve the situation that Jeanne made Shǒu apologize to Meltililith for leading her on.

Jeanne’s thoughts must’ve been plain on her face because Meltililith slightly whapped her with her sleeve.

“Jeanne, we’ve been through this. Stop being guilty over what Shǒu decided.”

Meltililith then gave an amused smile.

“I considered the debt paid when you made that fool apologize. And I was serious on what I said, as long as he’s happy and you keep it that way, then I’m satisfied.”

“Meltililith-san…”  says Jeanne, slightly teary-eyed.

“Fool, stop looking at me like that!” Meltilith looks away, embarrassed.

“Anyway, if we want to keep him happy, then I’ll do best to help make your date a success? Got it?!”

“O-of course!”

“Then, let’s start with your clothes…..”

As the others start to chime in their ideas, Jeanne starts to feel excited about her upcoming date with Shǒu.

With a giggle, she starts to chime in with the others.

The next day.

Fifteen minutes before the agreed time, Shǒu was already waiting at the Rayshift room.

He had decided to go with a casual look. An unbuttoned button down checkered polo shirt over a regular light brown T-shirt, with denim pants and sneakers. His parents had always told him that this kind of style always suited him, and EMIYA seemed to agree when he walked past the kitchen to show him.

Yesterday’s advice session did not turn out all well for him, as it quickly deteriorated into a men’s party, with Gilgamesh providing some steamy stories and Hans providing some bitter ones. EMIYA had tried to get things back on track, but it was a futile struggle.

In the end, the only good advice he got was: “Just do what you think is best.”

“Well, I guess all those anime and manga can give me a good idea on what NOT to do.” Shǒu mutters.

Suddenly, the door creaks open.

“Um, Shǒu. You’re early.” Jeanne says.

She steps closer and Shǒu manages to get a good look at her.

Jeanne seems to be wearing an unbuttoned navy blue blazer over a white undershirt, a dark blue knee length pleated skirt, and sandals. In a way, it was also pretty casual.

Shǒu had to devote a few seconds to look over Jeanne, completely mesmerized on how she looks in casual clothes.

“Hello? Shǒu? Are you okay?” Jeanne said, with a tinge of worry, which snaps Shǒu back to reality.

“O-oh, it’s nothing. I was just noticing how beautiful you look in that outfit. I couldn’t help but stare.”

“T-thank you. Marie and the others helped me pick it.”

“Oh? You wanted to ask for some advice for our date?” Shǒu asks with a sly smile.

“H-how did you know?” Jeanne seems surprised that Shǒu had guessed correctly.

The sly smile changes into a guilty one.

“Guilty as charged.”

Jeanne starts to laugh at that and Shǒu starts to join in. The Rayshift Room is filled with their laughter.

“I guess I have to thank Marie for giving me this perfect first date.” Shǒu said with gratitude.

“Don’t forget about Mother Raikou and Meltililith.”

“Of course.”

Shǒu then offers his hand to Jeanne.

“Well, then. Shall we?”

“Yes.” Jeanne takes the proffered hand with a smile. As if on cue, Chaldeas suddenly glows with a white light.

Shǒu casts a quick glance at the control room, with Hans flashing a thumbs up.

A grateful smile forms on Shǒu’s lips, and after giving a look on his beloved girlfriend, he starts to walk toward the light with Jeanne in tow.

Shǒu knows that this is but a clueless romance. Both of them know nothing about how the inner workings of love and romance. But he is confident about one thing, and he’s sure that Jeanne feels the same.

That this day will be a day to remember.