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beetlegoose01 · 4 years ago

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stolen whispers: chapter 1

AN: this fic isn’t a request, it’s a story i’ve been preparing for a lil while and I’m so excited to share this with you all <3

I’ll link it on my Archive if you prefer to read it there. Also warning, there’s quite a few OCs.

Time: 2028 (Scorbus have been married for two years)

Summary: When a new generation of Death Eaters kidnap Scorpius, Albus and Rose put aside their differences to rescue him.

TW: Kidnapping/Language/minor violence

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Two witches wearing shadowy black robes entered the tavern, finding a table near the back. They ordered their mead, waiting for their third partner impatiently. It was a crowded area, so thankfully there was a small chance they would be overheard.

"We don't want more mead." The first woman growled, tapping her long nails at the table. The bartender, a tall man with a mustache put the drinks down.

"I didn't think so." He lips curled into a grin as he morphed into a younger man with wild dusty brown hair, wearing matching robes. He was handsome, but had an eerie presence to him. Any reasonable person would have at least flinched at the transformation, though neither witch did. "Hello ladies." He grinned cheekily.

"Soren, enough playing games." The second woman said, though she was smirking.

Soren barked out a laugh. "It was funny, Mara. And you know it."

The first woman, Lilith narrowed her eyes. She pulled down her hood, revealing cascading inky black hair down her shoulders. A scar that showed no sign of mending was down her cheek. "Your skills are impressive, but useless if you don't use them for our own gain. Don't forget that." She pulled her hood back.

"Understood." He murmured, taking a seat.

"We have much to discuss," She continued, flicking her wand idly. "Our current plan in action. Our...act of revenge. It's been thirty years since The Tenebris was wrongfully killed. I am sick and tired of his name being tossed around in history like he was some monster. He was on the right side."

"Are you certain we want to call the Dark Lord that?" Mara asked suspiciously.

"Shh! You know if anyone hears us, they'll lock us up for good. For speaking our minds." Lilith said. "It's safer we call him by his code name."

Her companions nodded.

"Because of his loss, we have mudbloods in positions of power. Our siblings that fought for his cause are locked up. Or worse, dead."

Mara and Soren looked grim.

"If we had more allies, perhaps we would have had a chance." Soren noted. "We weren't even alive then but...I have a feeling if we were..."

"Just because we weren't alive then, doesn't mean we don't have opinions over the lives stolen!" Mara argued. "That damn Harry Potter."

"Correct. And Soren is right too. For once. If we had more allies, or better yet...certain allies didn't betray us. The Malfoys for instance." She took a sip of her drink.

"Are you suggesting something?" Mara asked.

"Of course I am, don't be so daft." Lilian said, deadly calm. "I want to make that family suffer for what they did. My uncle Vincent Crabbe died for their selfishness. Draco Malfoy had a chance to save him, and he refused like the coward he is. His mother Narcissa lied to Tenebris' face. They are backstabbing filth that besmirched the Sacred 28. No, it isn't just about their betrayal or avenging those we lost in the war. Think of the big picture. They have the capabilities to join our side. To...respawn a new generation of Death Eaters. But that's not all...

"The Malfoys have lots of gold." She drawled. "Surely, they'll spare a few for us in exchange for something important. Or rather...someone."

"Someone?" Soren paused. "What are you suggesting?"

"Regretfully, Astoria Malfoy has passed on." Mara didn't sound the least bit sympathetic, instead stated it blandly. "So using her as a ransom for Draco is a no go."

"Ah, but there is still someone left." Lillian said, removing a small photograph from her cloak, she slid it across the table.

A young man with platinum hair was pictured, beaming brightly in Healer Robes.

"Scorpius Malfoy."

Soren and Mara exchanged a look of satisfaction.

"Bring him to me."

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The best thing about mornings, at least to Albus, was waking up beside his husband. The sun's bright rays peaked through the window of their cream colored bedroom, slowly stirring them both awake. If it was up to him, he would stay in their warm bed, arms wrapped around Scorpius until noon.

Scorpius rolled over, so that they were facing each other. His eyes fluttered open, and Albus felt his heart melt at his sapphire eyes.

"Hi." He yawned. His voice was slightly croaky, no doubt from the morning.

Albus replied by nuzzling his nose, then kissed his cheek. "Hi honey."

Scorpius laughed lightly. "Let's get up then. Start the day? It's a Saturday. We have the whole weekend to spend together."

"I'd rather spend it here with you."

Bathilda mewed from the kitchen.

"But our child is hungry." Scorpius teased, stretching as he slid out of bed. Albus begrudgingly slumped after him, not eager to wake up before ten am. But his own stomach was growling too.

"Speaking of children," Albus said, starting to work on their breakfast as Scorpius poured Bathilda's food. "Iris is pregnant again. James told me through a Howler yesterday."

"Really?" Scorpius' eyes widened. "That's great news!"

"Yeah, not for my ears." He commented dryly, still traumatized by James' excited screeching in his ear. "Baby number three." He whistled. "Do you think they're trying to make an entire quidditch team? With Teddy and Vic's lot included, they're on their way."

Though he was joking, Scorpius noticed that Albus was glowing, happy for his brother and sister in law. That was one of the many reasons he loved Albus. His love for his siblings.

"Perhaps. When are they due?"

"September. Which means...that's where they scurried off to last Christmas party." Albus quipped. "To have a little fun."

"Albus!" Scorpius scolded. "Honestly, only you would make a beautiful moment gross."

"It's life, Scorp!" He chuckled. "You're a Healer, you should know these things."

"We'll have to visit. Maybe bring a gift basket to congratulate them." He mused, smiling fondly. "I can't wait to meet our new niece or nephew." There was a wistful look in his eye that Albus caught.

"You've got that look on your face." He noted, amused. He served the plates of bacon sandwiches on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"That Scorpius 'I want something but I'm not going to spell it out for you' face."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh." Albus said, forest green eyes brightening in amusement. "What's up?" He took a seat, tucking into breakfast.

"Well," Scorpius started, staring at his food. "I was thinking..." He stopped himself, hesitant to continue his train of thoughts.

"Yeah?" Albus nudged him gently.

"I want a child." He said, his voice quiet, but firm. "I love my nieces and nephews so much, but they aren't...ours. I want to start a family with you, Albus. Raise a little one of our own to be bright and wonderful and brave and..."

Albus' expression softened. "I do too. You know I do, Scorpius. It's just...difficult right now." He stared at his wedding band. "You know it's harder for us than any hetero couple." He waved his hand vaguely. "Adoption is hard, surrogacy is expensive. Maybe once we settled into our careers more, we can talk about it."

"I think we're ready to go beyond just talking about it, Al."

"We're still young. We've still got time. But...I definitely want to work it out. Somehow, we will. We always do."

Scorpius beamed, reaching to kiss Albus' knuckle. "Thank you." He sat up abruptly. "Oh, I almost forgot- it's the farmer's market today."

Albus snorted. "You're exactly like your dad, you know?"

"Yes yes yes, but we should go!" Scorpius said, levitating the plates to the sink and it automatically was clean due to the floating sponges.

"We? I've got some work to do. I'm not very fond of small talk with old people selling fruit."

"Al, it's really good fruit." Scorpius said seriously. "And it's not all old people. I've seen some of our old schoolmates there."

Albus cringed. "That's even worse."

"Don't be so dramatic. Are you still coming?"

"Mm, but I should really finish this article. Go on without me."

"If you're sure...do you want me to bring anything back?"

Albus thought for a moment. "Those strawberries Ms. Beaker sells. Please? Strawberries and cream sounds so good right now."

"Brilliant, I'm on it." Scorpius did a mock salute.

"Have fun." Al waved as Scorpius appatered, leaving the kitchen empty. Albus went straight to work on his article.

~•~

The market was lively and merry, despite the early hour. Scorpius had stopped by the strawberry stand first, in case he forgot.

Ever since they had moved two years ago, Scorpius had found himself drawn to the quaint farmer's market. Not because of the delicious, fresh food, but to socialize. He made quite a few friends with the muggles who lived around there...mostly old ladies. The early days of their marriage, Albus would join him. Before life got in the way, and work had to be done.

Not that he wasn't busy himself. He only had two days off as a Healer, sometimes less. He didn't know how they would manage childcare, but like Al had said, it was best not to dwell on the future.

"Scorpius? Is that you?"

He turned around, following the voice from behind him. "Polly ...Chapman?" He uttered blandly, praying he wasn't mistaken. He didn't have the best memory- even with old schoolmates who bullied him.

"Yep." Polly said, laughing lightly. "It's me. Been a while."

"It has." Scorpius shifted his weight. "How are things?"

"Great!" She smiled, swishing her blonde ponytail, the same air of confidence from when she was a teenager. "Yann and I are engaged."

"Oh! That's wonderful." Scorpius said, pretending to sound pleased. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you. I proposed to them last month. It was just as I had dreamed."

"How is...Yann?" Scorpius did not actually care how Yann was.

"They're good! Brilliant actually, since they passed Auror training." Polly looked genuinely proud of them, which he had to admit was adorable. "Are you and Albus still..."

"Yes, yes. We um, er- we've been married almost two years actually." He added.

"Aw, that's very sweet. You two were always very close, yeah?" Polly looked at him, and Scorpius nearly walked backwards, intimidated by her stance. She still was extremely scary, like a lioness but with a great sense of fashion. "I know...Yann, Karl and I weren't the best to you two but perhaps we could..." She trailed off. "I'd like you both to come. To the wedding. If you'd like."

That...wasn't what he was expecting. He half expected her to invite him to another Blood Ball.

"Pardon?" Scorpius asked, dumbfounded. "I mean- yeah, that sounds great! Fun! Yes. That sounds nice. I'll bring it up to Al."

Polly was glowing. "Brill! I've got to go, but we should all hang out sometime. Like old times."

Like old times? Scorpius thought. When did they ever hang out?

Nodding mutely, he walked away from Polly with a puzzled, but cheerful expression. He hadn't completely fucked up the conversation, which was always a plus. It still felt odd that Polly Chapman of all people was talking to him, let alone inviting him to her wedding. It was bizarre.

He passed the final vendor, and was surprised and amused to see a tiny girl, no more than seven standing behind it. She had a Brownie uniform on, bright rosy cheeks and pigtails included.

"Would you like a biscuit?" She squealed.

It had taken him a moment to respond, he was still thinking of Polly being kind to him "Oh erm- of course." It was impossible to say no to an adorable small child. He reached for some muggle money, handing her the pound notes. "Just the one box please."

"Okie dokie!" She said, handing him the box. She waited a moment, pouting. "Go on, try it." She urged.

"I really shouldn't I-"

"Please?" The little girl gave him the most pitiful expression. "It's for a good cause, mister. We're helping orphaned puppies find homes."

"Well, alright. For the puppies." He fumbled open the box, taking a polite bite out of the cookie. It was a classic lemon cookie with powdered sugar, one of his favorites. But the second he swallowed, he felt dizzy all of a sudden. "What..." He stumbled back. "Oh my," He gulped, the entire market swirling around him. Something wasn’t right. "is there something in..."

He would be damned if he let this happen without some sort of fight. Throwing his basket aside, he collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.

"We've got him."

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2-fast-2-curious · 6 years ago

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Let Me In Your Ocean

Masterlist for Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Original Request: Can you please write a Peter x reader where he makes her squirt for the first time and she's kind of embarrassed but he thinks it was super hot?

Warnings: oral (female receiving), embarrassment, dirty talking, intercourse, fingering, unprotected sex

Words: 2400

Author’s Note: Peter’s an adult in this one. So it’s Peter’s first time making you squirt. I feel like you can tell how sexually frustrated I am by the turn around time on my requests. Kind of inspired by Swim by Chase Atlantic.

You were painting your toenails as you and your friend engaged in your weekly catch-up call. She had moved away after school so the two of you made it a priority to keep in touch.

“We had our fourth date yesterday and after the movie, I asked him if he wanted to come in, and you know.”

You bit your lip as you concentrated on keeping the polish on the nail of your baby toe. “Yeah? And?”

“Best sex of my life. We could not keep our hands off of each other and we were so in sync. He just knew...you know what I mean?”

You made a light humming noise to fake agreement, you could not relate to her at all if you were honest.

“Y/N, are you still there?” Your friend asked.

You broke the awkward silence and answered her question. “Peter and I aren't really like that.” It wasn't that the sex between the two of you was bad, your sex life just wasn't as uninhibited as your friends. It was good, Peter was respectful to you and your boundaries and very sweet.

“Right, are you still hung up over what happened with that jerk from a couple years ago?”

Your blush felt as deep as the maroon varnish covering your toes. “It was really embarrassing, okay? Forgive me if I don't want to screw up the first decent relationship I've been in.”

“You said it yourself, Peter's not like all the other guys before him, he's special to you.” You smiled, thinking about your boyfriend, you were currently in one of his hoodies, you loved to bury your face in the material and just inhale the scent of clean laundry mixed with Peter. “Besides, maybe it was just a one-time thing.”

“It wasn't a one-time thing, it's happened when I'm by myself too.” Usually, when that would happen, you'd lie to Peter and tell him you had changed the sheets because you thought the old ones needed to be washed.

“Wait, so has Peter never made you come before?”

You scoffed, “Of course, he's made me come” Lots of times, sometimes even multiple times a day. “I wouldn't be living with some guy who couldn't give me an orgasm, it's just that when it feels too intense I'll ask him to hold off until I can reign myself in before we start again.” Peter had stamina unlike any other guy you had been with and it worked well in your favour.

“As sweet and gentlemanly your boyfriend seems I guarantee you he's had to have seen it happen before in porn and shit.” You applied the shiny clear top coat to your toes, you smiled imagining Peter's lustful expression as he jerked himself off. “Who knows Y/N, maybe it'd even turn him on.”

You were preparing a sarcastic retort when your friend's phone chimed. “Oh shit, that's the guy from last night, is it okay if we wrap it up and pick up next week.”

You agreed, you had pretty much exhausted every possible topic under the sun and the two of you exchanged your goodbyes.

“Hey gorgeous,” Peter said kissing your cheek. God he was so quiet sometimes you didn't hear him when he came in. “I love the colour.” His arms were wrapped behind you and he was planting light kisses on your neck. He picked your foot up in his hands, playing with the toes. “I think the colour's going to look even better when they're over my shoulder and down my back, don't you think?”

Normally you'd giggle at Peter's attempt to be suave but something about his words and demeanour had your parties dampening. Were you actually buying Peter's dirty talk for once?

You turned your head and giving Peter some kisses on his jawline.“Babe, how much of my conversation did you hear?”

“I heard enough.” Peter began moving the hoodie off of your shoulder, giving little kisses to your shoulder and back. “All this time I thought you were my sweet innocent princess that I needed to take things slow with.”

Peter’s hands roamed underneath the hoodie, discovering you weren’t wearing a bra. He pinched and pulled at your nipples as they stiffened under his touch. “Who knew I had such a cock hungry slut on my hands.”

You moaned, as a response to his touch and his words. You helped Peter take the hoodie off of you, leaving you in your underwear. Peter shifted his position so his mouth could have access to your breasts. “You have the most amazing tits baby girl.”

Peter pressed kisses all over your chest occasionally swirling his tongue around the areola of each breast. You signed blissfully as Peter sucked on each breast. “I'm going to kind of rough with you tonight, is that okay baby?”

“Oh Peter, that would be more than all right.” You replied you licked your lip as you watched Peter strip off his clothes so he could be as naked as you were.

You reached your hands out, tracing the contours of Peter’s muscular torso. “If you want me to stop just yell cinnamon and I will stop whatever I'm doing, no questions asked.”

“That sounds perfect.” You had never had sex that required a safeword but you trusted Peter and you knew he would never want to intentionally hurt you.

Peter threw you over his shoulder. You always had no idea how he was able to do that. But Peter never made you feel any less than secure when he lifted your feet off the ground, his grip on you was steady, never showing any chances of wavering. As you made your way to your shared bedroom, Peter had his hands on your butt, groping and smacking the globes of flesh. Peter moved his hands between your legs, touching the wet fabric of your panties. “Wow Y/N, you’re soaked.”

Peter stroked his fingers, up and down your panty covered seam, applying the perfect amount of pressure. “That’s all you Peter, I had no idea you were so filthy. Your dirty talking and naughtiness made me so wet, baby.”

Peter lifted your body off of his shoulder and dropped you in the middle of the bed. He crawled up on the bed so he was between your legs. He pulled your panties to the side and took a moment just to admire the sight. Your soaked pussy, pulsing clit and plump labia lips, every part of your pussy was so tempting when it was exposed like this. All these parts of you were waiting for Peter’s tongue and hands and he didn’t know what he wanted to do first.

Peter placed each of your legs on either shoulder and buried his face between your legs. He swiped his tongue in a zigzag motion revelling in the taste of your wetness. “Tastes so good baby, your little pussy is so fucking juicy.”

“Just for you, babe” You replied from your perch on the mountain of pillows. Peter burrowed his tongue into your cream coated hole and added his fingers, lightly pinching your clit.

“You ready for my fingers?” Peter asked, collecting your wetness to lubricate his fingers.

You nodded. “Yes, Peter, I want you so bad.”

You bucked your hips, showing Peter you wanted him closer. Peter added one finger, testing the waters before adding another, you were so pretty, looking down at Peter with your lust blown expression, your pussy hugging his digits.

“The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen. Why doesn’t my girl show me how much she loves my fingers by fucking herself on them?” You bounced yourself a couple of times on his fingers as Peter turned his attention to kissing the soft skin of your breasts.

“Such a good little slut.” Peter took over as he moved his fingers, causing you to mew helplessly. He lightly kissed your clit as he continued fingering you, it couldn’t remember if his fingers had ever been that deep before, he expertly curled them, prodding the spongy surface of your G-spot. You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend was hiding a sex god underneath his sweet exterior.

You felt your orgasm coming, your breaths were getting shorter and you were feeling light-headed. “Peter, I can’t...”

“If you really want me to stop you know the magic word.” Peter looked up at you through his lashes, he loved how vulnerable you looked, at that moment, your pleasure was completely at his mercy. The eye contact between the two of you showed Peter that you could trust him and that was enough to make you come right then and there.

“Peter” You panted “I’m going to-” Peter was relentless, going back to suck your clit into his mouth. “If you don’t want me to-”

Peter released your clit from his mouth momentarily. “Trust me Y/N, I want you. All of you.”

You let out a moan, not caring if the neighbours were going to complain. “Peter!” You screamed his name as he stimulated your g-spot and clit. You could feel your wetness gushing out of you, all over your boyfriend and bedsheets, and Peter eagerly lapped up what he could.

Despite Peter’s actions, you still felt deeply embarrassed, your cheeks were hot and you pulled the covers up, over your head.

Peter crawled up your body, caging his body in with his arms, preventing your escape.“Hey, what’s wrong, Y/N?”

“I’m sorry.” You tangled your fingers in Peter’s wet curls, you weren’t sure if that was sweat or you.

“What are you sorry about?” Peter asked tracing patterns on your wet thighs. “That you squirted on me?”

You nodded, still refusing to look at Peter.“You don’t need to apologize for that Y/N. If anything, I should be thanking you. You gave me a front row seat to the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Peter gently cupped your face, turning you so he could kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

The two of you continued kissing, Peter pulled you closer to him and you could feel his hardness pressing against your bottom. “See how hard you made me? Baby, that’s all you.”

“Peter, I want you inside of me. Please. I want to make you cum, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” You straddled Peter, grasping his cock and jerking him to make sure he was nice and hard. You rubbed Peter’s length against your thigh to use the wetness to ensure he would enter you with ease.

“Take me, Y/N” Peter said gently pulling your hips so the tip of his cock gently pressed against your entrance. You sunk down slowly, you were already so wet. “You feel so good, Y/N.”

You knew that Peter received pleasure from pleasuring you and genuinely enjoyed eating you out due to how vocal you were. You didn’t mind that tonight wouldn’t be one of your marathon sex sessions. Especially after you had come so hard earlier. Your velvety folds always consumed Peter’s thoughts, sometimes it was hard for him to concentrate on anything else. And there was so much to see as you continued to ride your boyfriend, your breasts bouncing freely, your face twisted up in pleasure. One of the hands were on your hip, keeping you steady as his thumb brushed against your clit. His other hand was on your breast, squeezing at the mounds of flesh to his heart’s content.

“I think I’m going to...” Peter trailed off, as he flipped you over. He was now in control and was free to fuck you at whatever tempo, he saw fit while his hands were free to grab and play with whatever part of you he wanted.

“Please cum inside of me Peter, you always make me feel so good. All I wanna to do is make you feel good. Can you come for me?”

He buried his face into your neck, marking you. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He swirled his fingers against your clit, lightly touching your sensitive lower lips that were wrapped around him so nicely. “But first, I want to make you squirt again.”

Peter punctuated his words with a couple of extra hard thrusts. “Can you do that for me, Y/N?”

Your face was pressed against the pillows so your desperate moans came out muffled. “Yes, I want to come around your cock so badly, I want to squirt for you and soak you.”

There was a symphony of sounds from you and Peter. His thrusts grew more erratic, your pussy was pulsing as you gave in to the intense sensation fully, shaking as your release coated your and Peter’s thighs. When you were finished you could feel his hot cum flooding out of your pussy.

You looked down at the mess between your legs that was dripping down onto the sheets. You began to move off of Peter so you could clean up the mess. But Peter kissed your temple. “Don’t worry babe, I’ve got it.”

He reluctantly slips out of you and you felt disappointingly empty. He wrapped you up in a blanket and carried you over to the chair in the corner of the room.

Peter stripped the sheets from the bed, threw them into the washing machine and grabbed new ones from the linen closet. You snuggled into the blanket as you watched your naked boyfriend be all domestic and shit. He was cute as fuck, you were the luckiest girl in the world. “So... what are you going to tell your friend next week?” He asked you as he tucked in the fitted sheets. You mentally made a note to have Peter in charge of the sheets from this point forward as his impressive arm span allowed him to finish the task relatively quickly

You held together your makeshift blanket dress with your hands as you sat on the freshly changed sheets.“I’m going to thank her for indirectly being responsible for the best sex of my life.”

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mercy-of-the-ashes · 4 years ago

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"Purrt!" Scout ran around the room with Tenshi watching him.

"Be careful buddy." Tenshi sighs, "We don't want to be too loud or annoying or end up outside of this room. We'll be in big trouble."

Scout didn't seem to listen.

"Pspspsps."

Scout automatically stopped and sat down.

"Well at least they're tolerating me." Tenshi mumbles to herself.

She was trying her best to do the same by not running away from them or attacking when she's around. It didn't set right with her in all cases of the word; she did want to be trusted by an adult she was unfamiliar with again but...

"Brother.." Tenshi looked at the sewn gash with discontent. The memory was closed off for now so she can move on a little bit to process it all; with or without closure it wasn't a matter for her now, her surviving was the matter both sides where set on.

Scout rubbed himself on Tenshi's arm getting her to pet him. "You're the only one that I can understand. I feel like you're the same way for me to.

"This place is filled with untamed anger and fear. It probably won't change unless I- er we can come up with something for it to come out and help." Tenshi thought to herself.

"If I only had some paper, markers, ruler, and a dart gun. Then I'll have everything to set up a test to see if it'll be good enough." Tenshi kept herself quiet so her voice wouldn't echo.

Scout mewed in confusion.

"If anger and fear can help with learning a classic, aim for the head- I mean eye. Monokuma's all have a flaw where hitting their right eye with make them blow up. However, you have to aim pretty well; so setting up a basic Monokuma target with a bullseye mark on said eye will help in fighting." Tenshi explained her plan to her feline friend.

Scout purrs in agreement. The one issue was if it wasn't well liked. She was already trying to come up with another one. Leave it to a kid and imagination to take the wheel.

-@thelittleveterinarian

[Hope your doing okay.]

While Haiji was just sulking about how he had to trust a kid he’d rather not trust, a lovely petite woman arrived and stood by his side. She twiddled with her fingers for a moment before she spoke to him with a tender smile.

“H-Hello, Haiji,” she said in a soft, timid voice.

“Hmmmm? Oh. Hey, Nozomi. How was the patrol?”

“I-It was great. W-We rescued a few more survivors from Monokumas. The doctor is taking care of them right now.”

“Good.” Haiji was glad he could count on his partner to help him run the Resistance. He leaned closer to lower his voice, now dead serious. “So, remember the kid I told you about?”

“Yeah...the one y-you rescued not too long ago.” Nozomi blinked, confused.

Haiji’s cold gaze sent shivers up her spine, she could feel his animosity towards this topic. “Always watch your back, okay? I don’t trust this kid, and I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

“B-But Haiji, wh-what if she can help us? The others are saying-”

Haiji whisper-shouted at her. “Nozomi, the others are being fucking morons! It’s no wonder we’re the leaders of this resistance. We have the brains that they lack.”

“Haiji,” Nozomi warned, her initial shyness hardening to a stern demeanor.

“What? It’s true.”

“Haiji, we’re a team. Everyone’s input matters. They see something that we haven’t seen yet. W-We don’t even know the girl.”

“Tenshi’s a kid, babe. A kid. We can’t trust her...” Nozomi didn’t seem to buy it. His tone relaxed alongside his expression. “Look, if she’s not a threat, I’ll try to give her a chance. But I can’t guarantee that I’ll be super kind to her. Until that happens (if it ever does), trust me on this. We’re the only ones who actually acknowledge what those kids are capable of, so please be careful...” He caressed her cheek with the utmost care, his smile almost hypnotic. “...For me?”

Nozomi’s heart fluttered at how he said those touching words, how his warm, inviting fingers stroked her delicate skin. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she nuzzled his hand.

“Alright...I’ll be careful, Haiji. I promise.”

Relief washed over him. “Good. Now go rest. I better go see how the newcomers are doing, so I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, Haiji.” She gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to blush and pout. Nozomi giggled as she walked away, and, looking over her shoulder, caught his teasing smirk. He blew a kiss at her. She pretended to catch it and place it on her lips.

As Nozomi strolled down the hallways, her heart sung a quiet romantic tune. Haiji always had this effect on her. It was no surprise that she had been attracted to him when they first met. Handsome, charming, yet rough around the edges and intimidating, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. Even if he tended to be cruel and blunt at times. But not to her.

She did understand why he had warned her about Tenshi, but somewhere deep inside, she sensed that something was amiss with his side of things. Nobody met Tenshi except for the few adults that had mentioned her, and Haiji was unwilling to have a real conversation with her. So maybe she would see Tenshi for herself. But not without being cautious, as Haiji had requested.

Nozomi eventually found Tenshi’s new bedroom and peeked inside before taking a careful step inside. She blinked twice.

“H-...Hello.”

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