#Rey! Come get your pathetically yearning man!

[cha-cha-arts]

• The Summoning •

Who doesn’t love a yearning Kylo Ren who softens at Rey’s touch?

Probably the prettiest Kylo Ren/Ben Solo I’ve ever drawn! Also, I feel like a lot of Sleep Token’s songs fit Kylo Ren yearning for Rey.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I have reached 3000 followers and wanted to celebrate with something special. The challenge will be to write a dark!fic with any MCU character(s). 

Do I have to follow you to participate?

I’m not that much of a narcissist. You don’t have to follow me but it’s always nice. I won’t check any way. <3

What kind of story do I write?

Now this is a dark! challenge so I think you know what that means. A reminder that it doesn’t need to include noncon but the characters should be darker than their canon counterparts (how you do that is up to you.) However this challenge will not include underage, bestiality, or incest relationships. (if you write Peter Parker, make it an adult Peter and not high school Peter)

You can write reader, pairing, OC, or whatever you’re most comfortable with.

How do I get involved?

Choose a dialogue prompt or lyric from the list below and send me an ask with the following:

-your dark! character(s) of choice -your chosen prompt (if you choose too, you can choose one dialogue prompt and one lyric and combine them but no more than one of each)

When you’ve finished your fic, send us an ask and tag us in your fic and include the tag #inthedark!challenge

All fics will be included in a masterlist that I will include on this blog 😊

When do I have to get this done by?

August 2, 2019

If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I look forward to reading all of your creations!

Dialogue:

“I don’t like to repeat myself.”

“You can do better.”

“Enough! No more talking.”

“I’m done being patient.”

“Don’t play with me. You’ll regret it.”

“Shh, it’s okay. It’ll only hurt a little.”

“You earned this. Understand?”

“How did you get in here?”

“I’m just getting started.”

“If you think this hurts, you won’t make it through the night.”

“This is what happens to little teases.”

“What are you doing?”

“You’re doing good. Just relax.”

“Aw, now, don’t you cry.”

“Sit down and stay!”

“Did I say you could cum?”

“You can beg for it.”

“Just tell me what you want.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“It’s so hot when you fight.”

“Say it.”

“Just a little more, baby.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Do it or I’ll do it for you.”

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“Stop touching me.”

“I can see you right now.”

“We’re done talking.”

“You’re insane, you know that?”

“You know when you see something so precious you need to break it?”

“You’re scaring me.”

“I know every move you make.”

“You don’t stop. Not unless I say so.”

“How very pathetic.”

Lyrics/Songs:

It Will Come Back - Hozier “You know better babe, you know better babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that.”

Way Down We Go - Kaleo “Do you dare to look him right in the eyes? Yeah Oh, 'cause they will run you down, down 'til the dark.”

I’m On Fire - Bruce Springsteen “Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh, no I can take you higher.”

Break Your Heart - Barenaked Ladies “How could you be so low? You arrogant man, What do you think that I am?”

Infatuation -Maroon 5 “I'm touching your skin If it's only a fantasy, then why is it killing me?”

I Touch Myself - The Divinyls “I close my eyes and see you before me Think I would die if you were to ignore me.”

Back 2 Good - Matchbox Twenty “Everyone, well everyone here hides Shades of shame, yeah but looking inside we're the same.”

2 Become 1 - Spice Girls “Come a little bit closer baby, get it on, get it on 'Cause tonight is the night when two become one.”

I’m the Only One - Melissa Ethridge “But I'm the only one Who'll walk across the fire for you And I'm the only on Who'll drown in my desire for you.”

Leave Your Lover - Sam Smith “But if I can't have you I'll walk this life alone Spare you the rising storms and let the rivers flow.”

Be My Baby - The Ronettes “The night we met I knew I needed you so And if I had the chance I'd never let you go.”

Beekeeper’s Daughter - The All-American Rejects “You're a pretty little flower I'm a busy little bee.”

Fever - Peggy Lee “Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear.”

Adore - Prince “You made love to me Like you where afraid Was you afraid of me? Was I the first? Was I your every fantasy?”

Jealous - Nick Jonas “It's my right to be hellish I still get jealous.”

Don’t Come Around Here No More - Tom Petty “Stop walking down my stree Who do you expect to meet? And whatever you're lookin' for Don't come around here no more.”

When You Were Mine - Prince “'Cause I love you, baby, that's no lie I love you more than I did when you were mine.”

Hands All Over - Maroon 5 “Love is a game you say Play me and put me away.”

Born to Die - Lana Del Rey “Come take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.”

Where Did Our Love Go - The Supremes “I've got this burning, burning Yearning feelin' inside me.”

Dancing on my Own - Robyn "I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her. I'm right over here, why can't you see me?"

Hostage - Billie Eilish “I wanna steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest.”

Hysteria - Muse “I want it now Give me your heart and your soul.”

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - Panic! At the Disco “Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?”

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get - Morrissey “When you sleep I will creep Into your thoughts Like a bad debt That you can't pay.”

Shiver - Coldplay “I'll always be waiting for you So you know how much I need you But you never even see me, do you?”

I Will Follow Him by Peggy March “I must follow him (follow him), ever since he touched my hand I knew That near him I always must be.”

I'm Gonna Make You Love Me by The Temptations/The Supremes “And I'm gonna use every trick in the book. I'll try my best to get you hooked.”

Living Room - Tegan and Sara “Well I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind My windows look into your bathroom.”

Love You Til Tuesday - David Bowie “Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance.”

I Knew I Loved You (Before I Met You) - Savage Garden “A thousand angels dance around you I am complete now that I've found you.”

Surrender - Evanescence “Darling, theres no sense in running You know I will find you Everything is perfect now We can live forever.”

Fly on the Wall - t.A.T.u “When you think you're alone I'll be down the hall I could see it, if I was a fly on the wall What you do in your room I could see it all.”

Silhouettes - The Rays “Lost control and rang your bell, I was sore Let me in or else I'll beat down your door.”

[doubledeaky]

The Other Woman

Roger Taylor x Female!Reader Smut

A/N: Hi, everyone! In honor of it being my birthday, have this quick Roger fic inspired by the song “The Other Woman,” by Lana Del Rey. Hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback is very much appreciated!

Summary: Roger is yours most nights, but you want him always. You know you can’t, but it doesn’t stop you from wishing things were different.

Word Count: 1,643 words (including lyrics) 

Warnings: light smut, angst, and infidelity 

The other woman has time to manicure her nails

You smile at the bright red color coating your nails; Roger loves this color on you. He says it suits your complexion better than any other hue.

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

He calls you beautiful often, over the phone and in person. He says your features rival that of Aphrodite and the compliment has your cheeks heating intensely.

And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair, anywhere

You love to look your best for him. You love the way he eyes you hungrily, the way his gaze softens when you enter a room.

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

You always wear that scent for him, spraying it over your sternum. It has him nuzzling into your neck without fail, his teeth nipping softly at the skin of your clavicle.

The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room

He says they brighten up the formally dreary feel of your home. He says the house should match the resident. He calls you his flower and you wear the badge proudly.

There are never toys that’s scattered everywhere.

Roger enjoys not having to step over toys when he comes over. He enjoys the quiet and he enjoys you. You do so much to satisfy him, but it’s never enough to make him stay. He always retreats before dawn breaks and your eyes have fluttered opened under the morning sun. He always goes back to the “normal” life he lives, the life he lives without you.

And when her old man comes to call

“Fuck, I need you.” He grunts into the south end of his phone, quiet as to not alert his wife sat oblivious in the next room. You grin, cheek pressed into your palm as your other hand grips the phone lazily.

“Come and get me.” You whisper in an obscenely sultry tone, equally as quiet. As if some unseen force in the room would pick up on the impending infidelity dancing along the telephone connection. You hear shuffling then a faint click as the line goes dead. Your lips stretch over your teeth as you lay back, arms stretching above your head and stomach swimming with desire. Despite your growing want for Roger, there is always that sharp twinge of guilt laced throughout your nerves. When Roger whispers sinful thoughts into the phone, his loving wife is reading peacefully in their shared bed. When Roger lies defiantly in your embrace, his children go to bed without a goodnight from their father. It’s always an afterthought, you only remember the force that tethers Roger to the ground after you’ve already severed the connection.

He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen

When a faint knocking sounds from the front door you know it’s him purely by instinct, it’s a certain rhythm, a certain urgency that reminds you he has to be quick. Nevertheless, you still call out to him. You still invite him into the realm in which he’s violated the sanctity of his marriage so many times previous. His gaze is dark and filled with only want. You’re perched atop your white silken sheets, legs already spread for him. His features are rigid and he’s biting his lip with enough force to pierce the flesh. He climbs onto the mattress, sighing as his face settles into the crook of your neck, his breathy heavy and hot. The sensation sends a shiver climbing up your spine and the delicate moan that escapes your parted lips is divine music to Roger’s well-versed ears. He groans softly, his cock already straining painfully against the material of his trousers.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“You don’t have to anymore.” You whisper, taking his face into your manicured hands and kissing him with a rushed fervor. He needs no further coercion, already working dark, purple marks into the smooth skin of your neck. You gasp, the heat in your belly growing unbearable as his groin brushes against you, stoking a dying flame deep within you. You grasp at the material of his shirt, desperate for him to shed it. He does, grasping at the material of your bra, silently begging you to mirror his actions and you do. His eyes widen, still not accustomed to the sight of you bare before him. His lips mouth at the swell of your breast while his left hand cups the other, thumb swiping against your nipple softly. You inhale sharply, the sounds leaving you stuttered and broken.

“Please, Rog.” You beg, lacing both hands into his golden blonde hair. He moans lowly, the sensation running through his scalp sends blood straight to his lower half. He looks up, eyes level with yours, both of your gazes holding a similar want.

“What do you need, dove?” He breaths, his finger skimming dangerously low on your abdomen before settling atop your pelvic bone. You whimper, absolutely thrumming with the desire to feel him in every capacity.

“You.” You moan softly, body involuntarily arching into his delicate but purposeful touch. He digests your words carefully. He knows what you mean but understands he can’t give you what you want, at least not in the way you crave it. Nevertheless, he dips his fingers below the waistband of your silken underwear. The pads of his middle and pointer finger pressing against your aching clit. He lifts his head gently to study your face which is contorted in pleasure, small pants leaving your swollen lips. He tenses his jaw, the position forceful enough to fracture.

“You’ve got me.” He lies.

‘Cause to be by her side, it’s such a change from old routine.

When it’s over and the lust has retreated, Roger feels shame but he knows it’s exactly what he needed. You’re the release he so craves, the gift he looks forward to unwrapping every evening. Despite everything he’s got to lose, you bring something new to the table. Everything missing in his life, however little that may be, is filled by your presence. You're fresh, new and remind him of the person he was before domestic life, but he often wonders if he really misses that period. He stays awake in your forbidden grasp and thinks of the family he leaves behind when he arrives at your doorstep. He thinks of his wife and he thinks of his children. That’s what drives him away from your embrace, that’s what makes him leave. However much he wants you in the moment, he doesn’t need you. Not like you need him.

But

He sits up and you register what part of the night it is, the part where he leaves. You watch him dress and you examine the sour expression that his face adopts, the disdain he harbors. Your eyes always prick with tears as you watch him prepare to leave your company as quickly as he enters it. You sit up quickly, a sheet still wrapped around your torso protectively.

“Why don’t you stay the night?” You whisper, hand smoothing down the area of sheets covering his side of the bed. He frowns, eyes still focused on the buttons of his shirt and not you. It stings.

“You know I can’t.” He huffs, pulling on his shoes. It burns.

“Why?” You whisper pathetically, tears now threatening to seep from your closed eyes. He scoffs silently, looping his belt around his narrow waist.

“You know why.” He spits, grabbing his keys and wallet. His feet move towards the direction of the door but the sounds of shuffling halt his movements.

“Rog, please. I-I love you.” You cry desperately, both hands gripping the sheets, your knuckles white under the strain. He freezes in the doorway, his eyes shut tightly as he draws in a breath. He replies without turning to face you, afraid your tears will stifle what he so desperately wants to express.

“I know, but you can’t.” He whispers, before turning the corner and exiting through the front door. You’re stunned, completely stagnate, the blood in your veins sizzling with a burning intensity. It hurts.

The other woman will always cry herself to sleep

You collapse limply into the cold sheets, weeping bitterly into your pillow. You’ve lost him; in the blink of an eye, you’ve lost him. You fall asleep, wishing the barren space next to was filled with his warmth.

The other woman will never have his love to keep

You envy her, you crave her position. You wish his love for you was permanent but it’s fleeting, passing by so quickly that if you blinked, you’d miss it. You stare blankly into the ceiling the next morning, hoping he’d call. Hoping he’d apologize and flatter you with sweet pet names, but he doesn’t, and he never does again.

And as the years go by the other woman

You see them often, in town together, dwelling within the bliss of married life. You feel nauseous, the hand that grips hers was once laced through your hair. The lips that press to her cheek were once leaving purple bruises upon your collar. It’s sickening how easily he slips back into his role of husband and father, but you yearn for the space beside him. You crave to be his but, you can’t, and it eats away at the walls of your heart.

Will spend her life alone

You weep into your hands most nights, you stop going to the nail salon, and you stop buying flowers to perfume the rooms of your home. Everything beautiful reminds you of him. Everything good reminds you of him.

Alone

It’s takes months for the sharp sting to dissipate. It takes even longer for you to stop waiting for his calls, his pleas for your touch. You still think of him everyday and that is the cruelest part. You think of what was and what could have been. You think of him.

Alone

[myaekingheart]

37. Hanare

read the scarecrow and the bell on ao3

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               Rei perched herself on the roof of a nearby building, sheltered by the large trees overhead. Kakashi was bound to return any minute and while she was meant to be working, she figured Konoha was in good enough hands that she could spare some time to see her boyfriend, even if only from afar. That was the way things had been lately. Kakashi insisted they separate themselves in public for fear of mingling his work life with his personal. He didn’t want the kids to get invested in him outside of missions and training. They didn’t need to know anything about his life, past or present.

               Initially, Rei had protested this. She didn’t see the point in hiding things from them, but ultimately gave in to Kakashi’s insistence. After all, she had to agree that dating in the shinobi world was dangerous. Anyone and everyone you held near and dear was liable to be taken as a pawn by the enemy. Kakashi had already lost so much, he couldn’t stand the risk. It was better this way, she tried to tell herself. She was anonymous most of the time as an ANBU, anyways. No one had any clue who she was lurking around in a mask, unseen and unheard. She accepted things the way they were meant to be, but that didn’t stop her from yearning.

               She readjusted her mask upon her face just as Kakashi and his team reentered the village. There he is, she thought to herself, smiling. She promised herself she would crouch there for only a moment longer, but then came another group of great interest. She followed Kakashi’s line of vision to a group of ANBU escorting a young, handcuffed woman into the village. She studied the criminal’s face, looking for clues as to who she may be. The only information she could gather was that she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes drifted back to Kakashi, and she clenched the kunai at her side. Stop looking at her like that. The expression on his face made her stomach churn. Inhaling through clenched teeth, she sheathed her kunai and disappeared into the trees. A strong gust of wind broke past the front gates.

               “Haven’t seen you in a while” a dark voice greeted. Rei crossed her arms, standing in the doorway of the Honesty Room. A plethora of torture devices surrounded her and she smirked under her mask. Something about them made her feel powerful, or at least so long as she wasn’t the victim.

               “I saw a couple of ANBU escorting a woman into the village earlier. Tell me what you know about her” Rei insisted. Ibiki cocked a brow, then smiled scandalously.

               “What do you want to know?” he replied.

               “Anything and everything” the redhead said. Ibiki wasn’t sure what Rei’s motive was, why she seemed so determined to find out something about this woman, but he liked the fire in her eyes. He motioned for her to come in and shut the door, and he would tell her everything he knew.

               Rei gritted her teeth and sharpened her kunai in the ANBU armory, not caring if she cut herself in the process. She resisted pain, she thought to herself. She resisted Ibiki’s fucking pain. She wanted to scream. She wanted to pound her fists against the wall and throw something across the room. Her name was Hanare, and she was disguised as a street performer to gain intel on the Land of Fire. She was a terrible criminal who deserved punishment for her crimes, and yet Kakashi was staring at her like she put the stars in the sky. “Pathetic!” she screamed, launching a kunai across the room.

               “Whoa, a little spicy today, are we?” Naru called from behind the door. She entered cautiously to sharpen her own set of kunai. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked.

               “Nothing” Rei replied through gritted teeth. “Just the injustice of criminal resistance and the theft of something that doesn’t belong to you.” She approached the door, tugged the kunai out of the wall, then disappeared.

               Rei paid no mind to anyone approaching as she barreled down the hallway. They could make way for her. She wasn’t in the mood to humor others. Her shoulder bumped hard into someone else’s, and she opened her mouth to curse them out only to be silenced at the sight of Kakashi. They locked eyes for a moment, and there was something missing in his gaze. Something not quite apologetic, but blank. Inoichi’s voice stirred them both from their daze, calling Kakashi to follow him. Rei watched them disappear, feeling defeated.

               Kakashi couldn’t quite wrap his head around this. He looked at Hanare sitting alone in the interrogation room, trying to piece together what Inoichi had told him. He had gotten a strange feeling the moment he saw her, as if he was exposed and vulnerable, a sense of mutual recognition.

               “Do you know anything about her?” Inoichi asked.

               “No” Kakashi replied. “I’ve never met her before.” He was honest in saying that. He had no recollection of her whatsoever. The fact that she remembered him so distinctly in his youth, however, was…jarring.

               “I need your help, Kakashi” Inoichi implored. The copy ninja looked at the man in confusion; he wasn’t a member of the intel division, this wasn’t exactly his line of work. “She’s hiding something. Something even I can’t figure out, but maybe your sharingan can.” Kakashi placed a hand over his headband, over that secondhand eye he kept hidden. It made sense. The sharingan was powerful, and if she had memories of him then she would be likely to trust him more than someone else in the village. He glanced to the door, then back to Hanare through the one-way mirror. He knew the repercussions he was going to face, but he had no other choice. It was for the sake of the Leaf Village.

               “You must be a fool” Hanare insisted. She followed close behind Kakashi, dressed in casual attire they had given her in headquarters. Naru helped pick the outfit, much to Rei’s dismay. You’re being so kind to me, Hanare had said, her cheeks tinted pink. Naru grinned. Well, I do have an eye for fashion and we can’t possibly let you walk around in that thing, she had said, motioning to Hanare’s street performer attire. Splotches of blood decorated the fur collar. Rei rolled her eyes from the doorway as Naru went on and on about how she was a great model to work with, anyways, that she looked great in anything and how she had a million and one ideas filtering through her head and she would look stunning in all of them. Rei scoffed. Put a sock in it, Naru, she thought to herself. She’s in prison, not on a runway. She didn’t agree with the way things were panning out at all. She refused to look at Kakashi while he stood in headquarters awaiting his charge. The thought of it all made her sick. And now here she was, the dark-haired vixen, walking behind him through the very village she had tried to infiltrate.

               “You won’t see anything here that you wouldn’t in any other village” Kakashi assured her. “Besides, I figured you could use some fresh air.” Rei peered around the corner to spy on them. I say we should’ve let her suffocate, she thought to herself.

               Word of Kakashi’s endeavors spread fast in a close-knit community like Konoha and soon Rei was not the only one spying. Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto took great interest in their sensei’s personal life, stars in their eyes at the thought of his romantic escapades. Rei caught them weaving through the crowd to follow the pair as they snuck off, clearing her throat so as to capture their attention. They all turned slowly around, wincing at the sight of an ANBU.

               “We weren’t doing anything, we swear!” Sakura shouted, then added, “It was all Naruto’s idea!”

               “Hey!” Naruto exclaimed. “Why’d you have to go and blame me, huh?”

               “Don’t you kids have anything better to do than pry into people’s personal lives?” Rei asked harshly. From behind that mask, she was intimidating and harsh. “I suggest you all knock it off before you cause any trouble. That woman is a dangerous criminal. You shouldn’t fall into some trap just because she’s beautiful.” The three blinked up at her, dumbfounded, then nodded vigorously. She knew they weren’t going to listen. There was still too much curiosity in their eyes.

               The minute she was gone, Naruto started off again after his sensei. Sakura clenched her fists. “Where are you going?” she called after him.

               “To see what happens next!” Naruto replied.

               “B-but the ANBU!” Sakura protested.

               Naruto swatted at the air. “They’re not going to do anything” he insisted. Before Sakura could say anything more, Naruto was already off. She turned to Sasuke, who simply rolled his eyes and then slowly walked after him.

               “Now where are you going?” Sakura asked.

               “He’s going to get in trouble, and I’d like to see it for myself” he replied, not even turning around to face her. Sakura watched him disappear, too, feeling defeated, before finally sighing and deciding to join them. At least she could always say that this was not her idea when they did, inevitably, get caught.

               They followed the couple all the way to a pass overlooking the village and shaded by large, gnarling trees. The perfect time to use that jutsu, Rei thought to herself. She disappeared against the backdrop of the foliage like a chameleon, watching the two from afar. The Chameleon Jutsu wasn’t impervious to the strength of the sharingan but with his left eye covered, Rei didn’t expect her boyfriend to be using that power anytime soon. She was safe for now.

               “I was asked to spend the day with you, that’s all” she overheard Kakashi say as Hanare stepped nearer. “And once the day is done, so is my assignment.” Oh yeah, fuck off, Rei thought to herself. Kakashi stared up at the sky, directing their attention to clouds overhead reminding him of Naruto and Sasuke.

               A look of sad contemplation crossed Hanare’s face. “When things were hard or I was sad, I would always look up at the clouds. I’d stare at them and let my imagination run free. Those daydreams helped me endure my loneliness…it was the only way I could accept being just a spy” she explained. She went on to lament about never having a home or family, of her life as a spy for a village she had never seen before.

               Rei overhead Sakura squeal from below. “They both seem so perfect for each other!” The redhead clenched her teeth and restrained herself from acting on her anger. Now was not the time to give herself away.

               “Why are you telling me all of this now, when you’ve been silent all day?” Kakashi then asked.

               “Because…there’s something that you taught me. I knew the moment I saw you” Hanare replied. Rei leaned in close to listen. “You were the boy from my past.”

               Rei listened closely to Hanare’s story and damn did she have questions. Hanare explained that she was lost and helpless from looking for her parents when she and Kakashi had met. If that was the case, Kakashi would’ve been outside the Hidden Lock village alone.

               Hanare continued on. “You said that whenever I was feeling sad, that I should look up at the clouds, that as the clouds changed shape, I could turn them into whatever I wanted. You promised me that as long as I had hope, the clouds would give me the comfort I needed.” Rei’s heart jolted, then plummeted into her stomach. “From then on, I had searched the clouds for your likeness. That’s why I recognized you right away. You’ve always been in my heart” Hanare continued. That was it. Rei had heard enough. She started off just as Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke fell from the tree overhead. The abruptness of it all was enough to shock Rei out of her jutsu. She was grateful for the subsequent cloud of dust that encircled them, leaping behind the stairway in a quick escape. When she peered back up at the scene, she saw Hanare had fallen back onto the ground. Kakashi was on top of her, his lips pressed against hers. You son of a bitch.

               Kakashi couldn’t quite wrap his head around his student’s actions. He had never expected them to become so invested. When he and Hanare rose from the ground, they shouted congratulations and handed them flowers. Hanare simply blushed and thanked them, as if they had already accepted the terms and conditions of this relationship. This was nothing official. He didn’t know her. Her story about when they were children, and that kiss…there were a lot of things to think about. But right now, as the sun was setting and he was returning home, all he wanted was a hot shower and a good night’s rest. He passed the ANBU residential quarters and considered stepping inside, but thought better of it when he looked up at Rei’s window and found it completely dark. As unorthodox as an early night was for her, he didn’t want to put it past her and bother her, as much as it did sting to know he wouldn’t be seeing her tonight.

               She caught sight of him passing by on his way home and nearly threw one of her books through the window. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped the blanket tight around her shoulders, her breathing heavy. Her thighs and forearms stung.

               “What has gotten into you?” Naru asked the following day. She walked alongside her friend as they entered the meeting hall in the hokage’s headquarters, assigned to guard duty for the day.

               “Nothing” Rei replied bluntly. “Just tired.”

               Naru knew her well enough to know there was more to it, but there was no time to speak further on the subject now. She would just have to weed it out of her once their shift was over.

               That afternoon, Lord Third had called upon Ibiki and Inoichi as well as Kakashi and Team 7 to update them on the Hanare issue as he currently understood it. Word had reached Konoha that the Hidden Lock village had captured a Konoha jonin, Riichi, who was to be returned in exchange for Hanare. “Fortunately for us,” the hokage continued, “it seems she has gained no information about the Land of Fire or the Leaf Village, so releasing her would be harmless.”

               A look of stark recognition crossed Kakashi’s face, and he jolted forward. “No, you can’t! I am completely opposed to giving her back!” he insisted. Naru cocked a brow beneath her mask, glancing to Rei. The redhead clenched her fists at her sides, sucked in a sharp breath. The desperation on Kakashi’s face was obvious. The hokage hummed quizzically.

               “Well, then what do you suppose we do about Riichi?” he posed. “If we do not comply, then we risk waging war against the Hidden Lock.”

               “I…” Kakashi started, but he didn’t have a solid answer. “I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

               “Good idea or not, it must be done” the hokage replied. “For the sake of our own people.”

               Rei could hardly believe this—he would let Riichi, a man she hardly even knew but was one of their own regardless, suffer for the sake of keeping some beautiful criminal. Kakashi locked eyes with her a moment, expression defeated, as he exited. Rei barely gave him any recognition.

               Naru watched her friend cautiously that evening in the locker rooms as she removed her ANBU attire violently. She hated seeing her like this. “Uh, Rei?” she called from across the room.

               “What?” Rei huffed, daggers in her eyes.

               “I have an idea” the blonde replied, forcing a bubbly smile on her face. “Why don’t we have a sleepover tonight, just you and me. We could bake cookies and watch shitty romantic comedies. It’ll be fun. Promise.”

               “I’m fine, thanks” Rei replied.

               Naru frowned and inched closer. Nudging Rei lightly on the shoulder, she cooed, “We could rig dirty dish water over Tenshi’s doorway! Can you imagine her face when she steps outside only to be soaked head to toe?!”

               Rei recoiled, refusing to look at the blonde. “As tempting as that is, I think I’d rather just be alone tonight.” She slammed her locker shut, gathered her things, and approached the door.

               Defeated, Naru watched her depart but not without one last word. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you suffer tonight, Rei!” she called. “I know you’re a flight risk!”

               Rei never liked that term, flight risk. It left a sour taste in her mouth. She wasn’t even going to leave the village, anyway. Exactly the opposite, actually. Hole herself up in her apartment, stay up until three hours before she has work, gorge herself on instant ramen. She had lots of important things to do. Rei’s bandaged arms were not lost on Naru, however. The blonde knew what her friend was capable of—she had seen it firsthand. She refused to let her comrade hurt herself. It wasn’t worth it, no matter how many excuses Rei fed her.

               When Naru knocked on her door that night, prepared to sleep over, there was no answer. Naru pressed her forehead against the door and groaned. A few minutes passed before a note shuffled past the threshold. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I just want to sleep. Go home, Naru. “Fucking perfect” she muttered to herself. She stayed outside for an hour more, knocking every so often, until she could barely keep her eyes open. Eventually, she had to admit this wasn’t happening. Rei was stubborn as fuck, and Naru could only do so much. “Alright, fine” the blonde whispered to herself. “But if you kill yourself tonight, nobody can say I didn’t try to stop you.” Even saying it sent a shiver down her spine. She took one final glance at Rei’s door, then shook the thought from her mind. Rei was self-destructive, but she wasn’t suicidal. No, she had too much to live for. If anything, she was too much of a control freak to take her own life. The thought of not being on this earth to oversee everything and obsess over minute details scared her too much. She wasn’t going to die.

               The following day, Kakashi had set out early to participate in the exchange. A sick feeling stirred in his stomach. He passed by Rei’s apartment, a detour, in hopes of catching sight of her but it was no use. She was buried in her blankets, cheeks stiff from dried tears, her sleeves pulled over her hands like a child. Sweat beaded on her forehead from the heat underneath the duvet, but she didn’t care. She wanted to stay under there forever. She could live like this, she would be fine. She would eventually either overheat or starve or suffocate, and that would be just alright with her. Every time she thought of Kakashi, another sob broke past her lips. She felt dead and disgusting and defeated.

               Kakashi walked alongside Hanare to the center of the bridge, an electricity pulsing between them. Riichi met his eyes, scared and desperate to just return home. Kakashi didn’t think he could do this. As Hanare returned to where she belonged, she turned and locked eyes with the Copy Ninja, a desperation painting her face. Please don’t leave me.

               Suddenly, Kakashi whipped out a kunai. “I won’t let you go” he growled. Paper bombs exploded from below, destroying the bridge’s supports and snapping the pathway into pieces. From there, all hell broke loose.

               The return to the village was long and tiring. Naruto stewed the entire trip, and it took all of Kakashi’s strength not to snap at him. Hanare was gone. She had confessed, and he let her go. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about it. The kids’ inquiries were of no help. But what if she really did love you? Sakura asked. It didn’t matter now. He had lied and said she threw herself over the cliff. He could’ve just as easily killed her himself, but he didn’t have the strength. She spoke of Konoha as if it was her true home, of the kids’ blessing as her acceptance. He never should’ve let things get this far. She looked at him with so much love in her eyes, begged him If I’m going to die, I want it to be by your hand. He had already been through this once, he refused to do this again. A chidori through the heart—he couldn’t handle yet another girl’s blood on his hands, regardless of her crimes. Rin still haunted his nightmares. He feared through some sick twist of fate he would put Rei through the same. When faced with the choice, he refused to add Hanare to the list.

               Kakashi passed the ANBU living quarters on his way home, glancing yet again up to Rei’s window. This time, it was cracked open and her curtains were billowing with the evening breeze. He ascended the stairs and knocked on the door.

               No answer. Another knock, and suddenly his mind began racing. What if something had happened to her? He swore she must be home, but perhaps an open window meant something else. Perhaps she had been kidnapped, dragged out of the village in the dead of night and murdered in the woods. Worst case scenarios, but fear began to creep through his veins. He knocked again, and again, and then a third time until finally he heard the door unlock and slowly Rei peered into the hallway.

               Immediately, he could tell something was wrong. Darkness encircled her eyes and her hair was more unruly than usual. For a moment, he suspected she may have been crying. She looked at him a long, silent minute, then asked, “What do you want?”

               All the anticipation drained from Kakashi’s face. “I’ve been busy and haven’t had the chance to stop by. I wanted to see you” he explained. “Are you okay?”

               “Fine” she spat. “Alright, you’ve seen me. Now you can go.”

               Kakashi stopped her just as she began closing the door. “Rei, wait” he insisted. She glared up at him, displeased. “Are you sure everything is alright? This isn’t like you.”

               “I told you already, I’m fine” she insisted. “You can go.”

               “I wanted to spend time with you” he pressed.

               Rei laughed darkly and rolled her eyes. “Wouldn’t you rather be spending time with your new girlfriend instead?”

               Kakashi blinked. “W-wait, what? Rei, what are you talking about?”

               “You know exactly what I’m talking about” she replied. “Go off and find that Hanare bitch. I know you’d much rather spend time with her anyways. Key to your heart or whatever stupid, romantic Hidden Lock metaphor you want to tack onto it.”

               “Rei” Kakashi snapped, voice firm. “Where the hell did you get an idea like that?”

               “Don’t play dumb, Kakashi” Rei fired back. “I saw the way she looked at you. I saw you two kissing.”

               Oh no. So she had been spying on him. So she knew everything. God, she was even in the hokage’s office when he insisted she stay. All the pieces started to come together in his mind. He had made a terrible mistake. “Rei, listen to me” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. She attempted to jerk away, but he only tightened his grip. “Let me inside. I can explain everything.”

               After a few moments of deliberation, Rei succumbed to his request, though she made it clear she was not happy about it. She slumped onto the bed, arms crossed, and looked at him expectantly.

               “Hanare was captured trying to gain intel on the Land of Fire” Kakashi started.

               “Yeah, I know all of that” Rei replied flippantly, rolling her eyes.

               “Just, please, let me speak” Kakashi requested. Rei huffed her bangs out of her face and motioned for him to continue. “I knew there was something strange about her from the moment I saw her enter the village. We locked eyes, and there was this weird feeling that I didn’t quite understand.” Rei was confident she was going to be sick. If he was going to ramble on about how he fell in love with this criminal, she didn’t want to hear it. “It wasn’t until Inoichi called me to the interrogation room, and that day her and I spent together, when I realized what had happened. When Inoichi infiltrated her mind to see what kind of intel she had captured, he found memories of meeting me as a child. Inoichi was convinced she was hiding something, and assumed she would trust me, so he assigned me to spend the day with her to see what I could find. It was when we were on that pass that I found out everything. Her right eye can see into other people’s minds and sift through their memories. When we locked eyes as she entered the village, she infiltrated my mind and then fabricated memories of the two of us meeting as children. She wanted to get close to me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but when we fell, she stared into my eyes, and my sharingan copied her jutsu without even realizing it. I could see into my own mind, and that’s when I knew for sure what she had done. I was skeptical from the very beginning. She said that I had told her something about the clouds, which I had distinctly remembered telling you when we were young and your father refused to let you join the academy.”

               Rei nodded slowly in recognition. “I used to lay in the yard with you and we would look up at the clouds together, and pretend they were something else” she said softly.

               Kakashi nodded. “When the hokage proposed the idea of trading Hanare for Riichi, I didn’t oppose sending her back because I loved her. I opposed because I knew she had gained intel both from Inoichi and myself during her time here, and if we let her go she would leak all of that information to the Hidden Lock. I suppose I was right about distrusting her, because they attacked during the exchange.”

               “Did you kill her?” Rei asked. There was a long stretch of silence that gave Rei her answer. “Then you’re no better” she whispered.

               “I refused to kill a ninja who had lost her pride” Kakashi enforced.

               “Pride doesn’t matter when your homeland security is at stake” Rei said. “Whatever happened to not letting your personal feelings interfere with work? You should’ve ended her when you had the chance. How do you know you can trust her, after all she’s done?”

               Kakashi closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head. “It’s not that simple, Rei.”

               “Yes, it is” she said.

               “No” Kakashi replied. “The way she looked at me on that cliff, before she disappeared…she begged me to kill her. Said she would rather die by my hand if she had a choice. I couldn’t bring myself do it. I’m sure she did love me, and I can’t handle having another girl’s blood on my hands.”

               A chill ran down Rei’s spine. “Rin…” she whispered. Kakashi nodded, not looking up. “Still…” she then added, “That doesn’t mean you should’ve just let her go. Are you sure you didn’t love her back?”

               Kakashi rested a hand atop of Rei’s, hoping it came across as comforting. “I will admit, Hanare was very beautiful and a talented kunoichi”—here Rei snorted as if she was about to break down in tears— “but that means nothing for a ninja without pride or dignity. She could never take your place. You have lots of things that she can only ever dream of having like loyalty to your comrades and your village. More than anything, you have the Will of Fire.” Rei rolled her eyes and scooted out from beneath Kakashi’s grasp. “I mean that” he enforced. “Hanare said she felt as if Konoha was her true home, but this could never be where she truly belonged because she lacked the Will of Fire.”

               “Yeah, and somehow I don’t?” Rei asked. Kakashi shook his head, turning her chin gently to face him.

               “You have the Will of Fire coursing through every inch of your body and then some, Rei” he said. “I have never met a more tenacious and incredible woman in my entire life.”

               “That’s pushing it” Rei replied, forcing a small laugh. “So you don’t regret letting her get away?”

               Kakashi shook his head. “I think I’ll always remember her, but this, right here with you, is where I’m meant to be.” He tugged his mask down around his neck then and planted a gentle kiss upon Rei’s forehead. Her cheeks blushed lightly at the touch, something she feared she may never feel ever again, then rested her head on his shoulder and let herself finally breathe.  

[anotherkriffingreyloblog]

Merman Kylo, since you asked for more of this shit

“My son, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Mother.”

Kylo Ren never visited his mother unless he wanted something he couldn’t obtain on his own. Leia, being a queen, was not daft. She knew her son wanted nothing to do with the family. She had once sent a messenger to Kylo Ren, asking him to come home. Another messenger was sent, carrying her messengers head and telling her that the only way Kylo would consider returning would be if they gave him his fathers head.

The man would never forgive his father for what he did to the boy. 

Her domain was quite a bit more cheerful than her sons. The architecture of her castle was a replica of one on Aldeeran. Seawocks, swimming teddy bear like creatures, could be seen near the caves.

Having aged with grace, the Queen had flowing silver hair that matched her tail, which turned silver as she aged.

The man sitting next to her could have very well been mistaken for her husband. The merman was her brother. He had a beard that went down to his waist. It needed to be weighed down by a porg to prevent it from floating over his face. Like his sister, he too had a silver tail.

And like Kylo Ren, he possessed a trident. This one sparked blue.

“If you’ve come to ask for your fathers head, my answer is no.” The Queen told him.

That would please Kylo very much. However, he had something else in mind.

“No.” he said.

“No?” The Queens eyebrows went up in near disbelief. 

“Mother,” he said, confidence boosting. “I found a bride.”

The Queen sighed with relief. It was about time he chose a queen. For years, she had been pestering him to find a bride. “That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Who’s the lucky mermaid?”

“That’s why I’ve come.”

His uncle looked over to the Queen, confirming that the news was too good to be true.

“Mother, I need you to turn her into a mermaid.” As only she, a woman, could turn human girls into mermaids. “She cannot be my queen if she’s still human,”

“And she never will.” Leia answered, her voice bitter. “I will not help you take a human girl against her will. Does she even want to be your queen?” After asking that last question, she realized it was possible her son interacted with this girl. “Don’t tell me you’ve made yourself known to her.”

Why wouldn’t she listen? She was treating him like a child. Kylo Ren was a full grown merman seeking her help and she was refusing. 

Kylo floated still, looking at her like a child that was denied a new toy. 

“A crolute tried to drag her off to his domain. She would have died by the time he had gotten her there.”

“That is no concern of yours.” Leia snapped. It was nice to see her son showing a little compassion, but this was unacceptable. 

“It is!” Kylo fought back. “A girl like her should be with me, not some nasty blobfish!”

“So you mean to tell me that you rescued her?”

“She was barely awake. She didn’t even see me.”

Leia sighed deeply.

“And what happened to the crolute?”

“I killed him.” Her son answered, no hint of guilt in his voice. 

The queen sighed again.

"And you’re certain she didn’t see you?”

Her eyes had opened as he spoke, but the queen didn’t need to know that.

“Certain.”

“Nephew,” his uncle chimed in. “What you’re feeling for this woman, it will pass. You may never find a bride, but at least you’ll know you haven’t made a serious mistake in trying to engage with this woman.”

No. It would not pass. This was no phase.

But if they weren’t going to help him, he would have to find a way himself.

Kylo kept his uncles words in mind. Did this woman love him back at least? Now he had to know. He had to see her again.

When he returned to the surface, he saw the silhouette of a woman standing on the shore.

“I know you’re hiding,” he heard her say. Did she know he was there? Could she see him? “I never thanked you for saving my life,” she continued. “Please let me see you.”

Well, Kylo was not going to refuse that. If she wanted to see her rescuers face, her wish was his command. His manlike figure then emerged from the water. Her face was illuminated by the moonlight.

He waited, allowing her time to take in his beauty as he took in hers. 

“That creature will never bother you again,” Kylo said, hoping to break the ice. “I did not know humans sank.”

Nice one, he told himself.

“I can’t swim.” she explained. “That’s why.”

He saw her pull an object out of her pocket; his scale. Like her face, it glimmered when exposed to the moon.

“Thank you. For saving my life,” she began. “I was told that you don’t interact with humans that much, so... I’m thankful you decided to save me.”

“Anything for you,” he said with sincerity. 

Rey reacted with a sigh. She never had to do this nicely before. He wasn’t pressing himself on her so she couldn’t exactly shove him off and threaten him. He saved her life, so at least Rey could decide what to give him in return.

“Humans repay each other when they save each others lives. Since you saved me, it’s only fair I give you something in return,” Problem was, she didn’t have a lot to give. Maybe a fish from the bar would satisfy? 

But she had an idea of what he wanted. Maz told her what it meant to receive a scale from a merman.

“If you’d like something from the land, I’d be happy to get it for you.” Maybe he’d like flowers. There were no flowers underwater after all.  

“I only want you,” He told her. “I’ve never seen a mermaid as captivating as thee.”

Maz was right. The merman was in love with her. What was she going to do now?

Despite his handsomeness, Rey did not return his affections.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m grateful to you for saving my life, but I can’t.” Rey shook her head. “If I’m even seen talking to you, I’m in trouble.”

“Well, that makes two of us.”

He wasn’t taking the hint. Maybe if she told him she loved somebody else? 

No. She would not use that excuse.

“I couldn’t be with you, even if I wanted to,” Rey told him. “I’m content with my life here. I’m not ready to leave it behind.”

Kylo was shocked. Did she just reject him? He, the most powerful of the merfolk? 

“You don’t want to be my queen?”

“No.” Rey told him, trying her best to sound guilty. “I think you should find someone else. I’ll repay you some other way.”

She bent down and placed his scale on the sand, figuring she should go before he got angry.

Maybe if he was human, Rey could find it in her to give him a chance.

“It’s too risky.” Rey told him. “So please, don’t take it personally.”

He could have grabbed her and jetted off at that moment, but he didn’t. But he wasn’t going to let her go that easy.

“I can get what I want, you know.” he told her.

“Underwater, perhaps,” Rey answered. “But you have no rule over the land.”

She was right.

He saw now that he had to prove himself worthy of her love. It felt pathetic and degrading, a king like him yearning for the affections of a human girl. Kylo was not ready to give up though.

He would not accept that his mother and uncle were right. He would not accept that she didn’t want him.

“But let me know what I can repay you with, and it’s yours.”

With that, she walked away. Kylo found himself unable to follow.