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Konoha’s Beautiful Green Beast

AU: Canon

Words: 1899

Rating: General

Pairings: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai

Warnings: None

Summary: The wedding is finally here, and Kakashi can’t help but feel nervous. Especially when his husband-to-be is late.

Made with lots of help from @uncharted-darkness

Panic was starting to rise in his chest. A tight, painful feeling making it difficult for him to breath. Like there was a heavyweight on his chest, making the pain worse every second that he stood there.

“He’s late…” his voice shook when he spoke, all of the worst-case scenarios coming to the front of his mind.

What if he’s injured and I’m not there to help?

What if he got lost?

Or he just doesn’t want to marry me anymore?

His stomach churned, Nausea settling in.

Forcing himself to take deep breaths, he tried to apply some reason to the situation. Remind himself that it was Gai who asked him to marry him, who planned out the wedding and carefully picked out the guest list so that it wasn’t too big but all of their friends were there.

No matter what he did, that impending feeling of disaster clung to him. Clawing at his soul while his mind tried to come up with every excuse that it could be for Gai’s lateness.

Gai, who was always on time with a bright smile and excitement that no one else could ever hope to match. Who had never kept Kakashi waiting for anything in his life, and would often scold Kakashi for just being a few minutes late to their dates.

“Sensei,” Sakura’s voice called out to him, but he ignored it. His mind going a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out why Gai wasn’t there. Coming up with even more excuses and reason’s for why he was left standing there in front of a room full of people he didn’t even want there, waiting for his fiance. “Sensei!”

A hand came down onto his shoulders, shaking him lightly until he focused his attention on his student. Her face stern as she stared into his eyes.

“You’re panicking,” As if pointing out the obvious would suddenly get rid of the barrage of negative thoughts going through his mind. “Gai-Sensei will be here. I’m sure he has a good reason for being late.”

Somehow Sakura’s words don’t help him relax, though he does appreciate the effort. No matter how hard he tries to listen and believe her words, his mind refuses to cooperate.

I knew he’d realize it

Giving his head a shake, he pressed a hand over his left eye. A tactic that he had learned over the years to try and help himself through the panic. Just a little pressure to center himself into the real world.

I’m not good enough for him. He doesn’t want me anymore.

His hands started to shake. Fingers twitching against his face as the negative thoughts drowned everything else out. Silent, personal reminders of how he didn’t deserve Gai.

“Hey,” A pair of hands wrapped around his wrists, forcing him to open his eyes and look at Sakura once more. This time Naruto was standing directly behind her with a worried look on his face. “Sensei, he’ll be here.”

He knows she means those words. Her voice is serious and firm, trying to reach out to him when his own mind was against him, and he wanted so desperately to believe what she was saying.

Opening his mouth, words of protest start to form. Before he can get them out, though, the sound of laughter fills the air. Gai’s laughter, loud and bright, drowning out every word of doubt that had been swimming in his head just moments ago.

“I told you,” Sakura jabbed him in the side, chuckling when he glared down at her. “You worry too much, Sensei. Gai-Sensei will always show up for you.”

Warmth bloomed in his chest, stamping out the fear and pain as if they were nothing. The only thing his brain would focus on now was the laughter that he loved so much.

Fixing his eyes on the entrance to the field, he wished that there weren’t trees and fences blocking his view. Tenzo’s idea, of course. He had said something about adding a little suspense to Kakashi’s life, and he hated it. It wasn’t so much to ask to see the person he was going to marry, was it?

“Straighten up, Sensei,” Naruto finally spoke up, beaming when Kakashi looked his way. “You want Bushier-brows Sensei to see you excited for the wedding, don’t you?”

Straightening himself up, Kakashi forced his hands out of his pockets and forced them down to his side.

“Maybe not that straight,” Sakura giggled behind him. “Now you look like you’re getting ready for Tsunade-sama to give you a mission.”

That wouldn’t do.

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his shoulders and focused on the entrance that Gai would come through. The spot where he’d finally get to see his partner. That stunning smile shining as bright as ever towards him, and eyes that screamed ‘home’ when he felt lost and confused about where he belonged.

A blaze of green came rolling into view. The wheels of Gai’s wheelchair screeching to a stop dead center of the entrance, with green and purple ribbons attached to the handlebars and arms swaying in the wind.

Gai’s chair was a celebration of colors, and no doubt drew in a few eyes from the audience, but all Kakashi could look at was the person he was going to marry.

A bright, proud smile. So wide that he could see every single tooth in Gai’s mouth. Eyes soft and kind, staring at Kakashi as if he was the only person there, with a misty look in there that told him his partner was already close to tears. Slowly, making sure that Kakashi was watching him the entire time, Gai raised up his left arm and stuck out his thumb in his signature pose, and for the first time since he had arrived that morning, Kakashi laughed.

Happy and warm, he turned his face away from Gai and brought a hand up to wipe away the tears that had started to pool in his eyes.

He knew why he had panicked, but standing here now with Gai sitting at the entrance smiling at him, he couldn’t imagine how he had ever believed the things his mind tried to tell him. Gai, who had always been by his side. Who refused to leave him even when he tried so desperately to push him away, choosing not to get married to him.

Deciding after all of these years that he could do better, and leaving Kakashi at their wedding alone and broken. It was all so ridiculous now that he thought of it.

“Sensei,” Naruto’s face appeared directly in front of him suddenly. “Are you crying?”

Usually, he would scold Sakura for punching her teammate at such an important event, but he was willing to let it slide this one time. She had held back her punch, only hitting Naruto hard enough that he was forced to take a step back, and she immediately started lecturing him about giving their Sensei his personal space and not embarrassing him on his wedding day.

He really did appreciate the support.

“That’s enough, you two.” using the bottom of his palm to wipe away the last bit of tears, he looked back down the aisle to Gai and finally took in the full image. Rather than wearing the brilliant green Hanfu that Kakashi had helped him pick out just a few weeks ago, Gai seemed to have gone with a stunning green silk dress instead. Form-fitting and showing off his arms and legs perfectly, it was patterned with two different shades of green swirled around each other along the length of the dress. The neckline dipped down into a V-neck, highlighting Gai’s chest.

The feeling of a small weight landing on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts, forcing him to drag his eyes away from Gai and to the small pug dog getting comfortable there on his shoulder.

“Shouldn’t you be guarding the perimeter?” he asked, certain that he had made Pakkun’s mission objective clear for the wedding. ‘Make sure that no one did anything stupid.

Pakkun was the only one he trusted to keep everyone in line, especially later in the evening when Alcohol entered the mix.

“You do know that ‘Make sure no one does anything stupid’ includes you, right?” Some would call it fate that Kakashi had connected with the sassiest little shit of a hound dog in the page, but Kakashi liked to consider it divine torture. Someone in the universe was laughing their asses off at him every time he talked to Pakkun, and one of these days he was going to find them and stab them. “You look like you’re about to jump Gai, and it’s my job to make sure you keep your hands to yourself until the ceremony is over.”

“Have I ever told you that Bull is my favourite?”

“Don’t lie to my face just because you’re mad you can’t tackle Gai,” Reaching out a paw, Pakkun shoved it against Kakashi’s masked cheek. “Now pay attention. He’s headed your way.”

Returning his attention to Gai, Kakashi smiled when he saw him making his way towards him. Tenten right behind him carefully pushing his wheelchair, and Ningame in front of him.

It had sounded so weird when he originally suggested including their Summons in the wedding. He had thought Gai would laugh at him and tell him that they could just use their students or other shinobi for the jobs he wanted to give Ningame and the hounds.

But Gai had smiled that soft beautiful smile instead and told him that he loved the idea. Indulged him when he wanted to add something personal and interesting to the wedding.

“Hey,” Pakkun smacked his cheek, this time a hint of claws coming out to poke him. “Stop zoning out.”

Right.

He was getting married. To Maito Gai of all people.

Keeping focus was important.

“Rival,” Gai came to a stop at his side, his bright smile shining up at Kakashi as he waved Tenten off to take her place by his side with Lee and turned his chair to face his Fiance. Soon to be husband. “Sorry for keeping you waiting. I had a little trouble deciding what i wanted to wear today.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you made the right choice,” reaching out, he gently brushed Gai’s hair behind his ear. Chuckling when he leaned into the touch. “You brought the Hanfu just in case, right?”

“Tenten has it sealed away in a scroll,” He assured him. “You didn’t worry too much while you were waiting, right?”

“Not at all,” he could hear Naruto and Sakura snickering behind him. Giving away all of his secrets to Gai without saying a single word. He’d have to deal with them later. “Just excited. I finally get to marry Konoha’s beautiful Green Beast.”

Gai’s laughter filled the air once more. Beautiful, warm laughter that made Kakashi’s chest bloom with excitement.

After all of those years of putting it off. Promising that they’d get around to it once there were no more missions and wars, and almost losing Gai to the eighth gate, he was doing it. Committing himself to Gai for the rest of his life. Finally, he was done waiting. Today was the day he married Gai and started the rest of their lives together.

He couldn’t wait.

[forthemorefortunate]

Live Like Animals

Nessian Modern AU

Merry Chris-  er, happy New Year to my secret snowflake!  @ncssian 💕😅

I hope you like the fic! I’ll be honest, when I filled out the application for the secret snowflake, I said I could make a fic believing that it was very unlikely somebody would ask for one 🥴🤔 But lemme say, I LOVED writing this, which is definitely something I didn’t expect. More than that, I’ve never been much of a Nesta or Nessian fan, but actually thinking through their characters and interactions for this fic gave me a whole new perspective on and appreciation for them (even if I’m not the best at writing their characters, aha), so thank you!

A few quick things about the fic:

(Ik I already told you this, but for anybody else reading this aha) This is my first fic! So please take it easy on me 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Okay so this part is kind of weird, but there’s kind of a corresponding playlist 😅 Each part is named after a song. You can play the songs while reading or not, I know for me personally (*cough* my ADHD ass) it’s hard to listen to music and read at the same time. The title is also the name of a song! Except that one is more random, haha (I couldn’t think of a title, so I shuffled my entire library and chose the first song as the title, and it kinda worked so I went with it)

One more quick thing – thanks to @moussescientist @ko0mbayamylord @blxckbeak @chanberry @mikitheswiftie @potatoburp @dead-on-the-inside666 @queenoffortunes and two anons for answering a question, and a HUGE thanks to Skye, @oneoutofamillionbooklovers for all your help and for roleplaying the parts I got stuck on with me ❤️

Part 1: Distant Early Warning (Rush)

Nesta pulled the dress over her head, letting it slide into place over her body. Screw this, she thought for the millionth time, yet she continued to get herself ready, turning to glance at her reflection when she was finished. She raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly at the woman looking back through the mirror. The woman Nesta spied had on a satin slip dress, darkest blue. She wore no jewelry save for the small silver studs in her ears, and her hair was pulled into a neat-yet-simple updo.

Why Nesta even agreed to go to this party she didn’t know. There was nothing different about it, just another college booze fest. The music would be too loud, the air too heavy, the guys too grabby, and the company too... clubby. Feyre insisted that she would fit right into her friend group – her clique – but Nesta wasn’t sure she wanted that. She padded over to the door of her apartment. No, Nesta was quite certain that “fitting in” with Feyre’s newfound friends was something she didn’t care for at all.

Nesta’s phone buzzed on her kitchen counter as she slipped on a pair of black heels, and she picked up to Feyre’s forcibly perky voice. “Hey! We just pulled up, you coming?”

“No.” Response blunt, tone dry. The line was silent for a long moment, and Nesta held in a sigh. “Did I give you the impression that I was interested in coming?”

“Nesta, I’m not in the mood for fucking around,” Feyre said, perkiness mysteriously faded now. “It’s just one party! I promise you’ll have fun.” Bullshit.

“Since when have I ever-”

“And everyone else really wants you to come, too!” Feyre cut her off, “Rhys is excited to meet you!”

Rhys. Feyre’s boyfriend. Nesta groaned inwardly, truly dreading any interaction with the rugby star. Feyre had immediately caught the eye of the local heartthrob, and the two began a serious relationship shortly after meeting. And with one came the others. In high school they would have been labeled “popular.” They were quite possibly the closest group of friends at the college, almost all of them having known each other since childhood. And Feyre had slipped right in among them. Nesta had warned Feyre against making the tight pack of fourth-years her main group of friends, and she had her own opinions about a freshman dating a senior, but Feyre didn’t make a habit of following Nesta’s advice. Rather, she seemed to think she could give Nesta – a third-year – much more valuable guidance. Domineering bitch.

“I don’t give a shit about your friends, Feyre. I’m only coming because of our deal,” Nesta said. Feyre had been pestering her all semester, spewing crap about how Nesta and Feyre should spend more time together. Nesta should get out more. Nesta should tag along with Feyre’s friend group. Nesta should have some fun. 

More bullshit. 

As second semester began, Feyre had proposed a deal: Nesta would go to one party with Feyre and her buddies, and if she honestly didn’t enjoy it, Feyre would stop asking her to join them. 

“I’m on my way. Let’s just get it over with,” Nesta grumbled, and with that, she hung up the phone and opened the apartment door.

Part 2: Can You Afford to Be An Individual? (Nothing but Thieves

Nesta looked around the group of fourth-years–plus Feyre–arranged in front of her. Introductions were unnecessary; you couldn’t attend this school without knowing who they were. Her eyes fell first upon Rhys, his arm around Feyre’s waist. His chin lifted slightly as she made eye contact. Rhys: double major in history and foreign policy. President of the astrology club. Captain of the rugby team, possibly one of the best players the school had ever seen. He was the group leader, though nobody said it aloud. Nesta knew him well. Perhaps she only knew his type well, or her own perception of his type, but that didn’t keep her from holding his gaze a few moments longer than would be comfortable. Then she turned her scrutiny on his sidekicks, so she called them, Cassian and Azriel. The former wore jeans and a baggy black jacket over his rugby uniform in the school colors: black and red. The latter wore black pants with a dark blue button-down shirt untucked.

Cassian smirked as her eyes met his. “Glad you decided to make an appearance,” he drawled. She narrowed her eyes at him, and his smile widened in response. Cocky bastard. Azriel, double majoring in political science and criminology, simply nodded at her in greeting.

After the sidekicks came Rhys’s cousin Mor, an architecture major with a minor in design. She was entirely too peppy in a way that left Nesta exhausted, but Nesta wouldn’t give her satisfaction by scoffing at her cocked hip and half-grin, ostensibly projecting confidence. She held Mor’s stare, matching her asserted confidence with a cool security in her own assets. The half-smile twisted, just slightly, and Nesta moved on to the short girl farthest to the right: Amren.

Amren scared people. As in, people were genuinely freaked out by her. Aside from a few cultish tendencies, her occasional propensity for violence and/or verbal outbursts, and her sharp expression, though, Nesta couldn’t tell why. Amren majored in gemology and minored in linguistics, and was the only one in the group other than Feyre to have not known the others since they were little. In fact, she was studying here from abroad, though nobody actually knew where she was from. Unlike Mor, Amren presented a confidence that Nesta could believe in and respect. Nesta maintained her chilled posture, but let the bite in her expression retreat.

As for Feyre’s introducing Nesta, that was unnecessary as well. They all knew her; most upperclassmen did. Or rather they knew of her, by the name of heinous bitch. If she were being honest with herself, she didn’t mind the nickname.

“Okay,” Feyre started, her voice expectant as she tilted her chin to look at Rhys’s face, “Let’s head in?” Feyre, Rhys, and Nesta had met up with the rest of the group in the parking lot before they entered the party. Fashionably late, Feyre had told her on the drive in Rhys’s tesla. Rhys taught me that the key to maintaining his public image is in making grand entrances. God, Nesta wanted to laugh at Rhys’s influence over her.

As they entered the building holding the party Nesta immediately stiffened, and had to close her eyes for a moment against the harsh blue and purple lights cast by PAR cans. All senses at once were smacked by the presence of weed. The floor was vibrating, and speakers blasted near-deafening music so that all Nesta could really hear was thunder. Jesus Christ, I hate parties, she thought. A mass of sweaty bodies shifted and bounced through the too-heavy air ahead of her, some only silhouettes in the murky haze, through which Nesta saw red solo cups littering every possible surface. Suddenly she noticed Feyre standing next to her, fidgeting with her clutch and looking over expectantly. Nesta shot her a withering look that said, “This is not what we agreed to.” Feyre had the nerve to look guilty.

“Okay before you say anything,” Feyre began, “I know that look, and... I know this is a bit bigger than we talked about-”

“A bit?! This is a rager, Feyre. Do I look like I rage?”

“Okay no, but I promise Rhys and I have a plan.” Oh my God.

Nesta gave her another glare and plucked a cup off a nearby table. Sniffing it, she sighed and took a big swig. “Please, my dearest sister, do tell.”

“We’re going with a buddy system.”

Nesta coughed. “A buddy system – are you fucking kidding me?” She spied Rhys and his dickhead friends in the corner of her eye. “Wow, are arts and crafts before or after beer pong?”

Feyre rolled her eyes, calling a fresh wave of frustration to roll over Nesta. “Can you shut it with the attitude, Nesta? I already apologized for the crowd of people – it kind of got out of hand. Rhys told me before we left but I didn’t want to scare you out of coming.” She gave Nesta a pleading look.

“Tch, whatever. Who’s my buddy? I assume you’ll be with Rhys?”

Feyre beamed at her. “You’re paired up with Cassian!”

“Cassian.” Great. Alpha dickhead.

“Don’t be like that. He knows his way around these things and he’ll keep you from accidentally overdosing or blacking out.” 

“Who said that wasn’t my intention?” 

Feyre scrunched her face up. “Either way, you can’t deny that he’s bigger and taller than half the creepy guys here. He’ll keep unwanted attention away.” 

Nesta watched as Rhys, lead hulking rugby bro dickhead, caught sight of her sister and eyed her with what might have been lust or love – Nesta couldn’t decide. Cassian, approaching from Rhys’s side, cut Nesta a slow, purposeful look down and back up to her face. She felt an annoying tingle down her spine as the crowds parted for them. This was going to be a long night.

Part 3: Inhaler (Foals)

They had been at the party for less than ten minutes and Nesta already wanted to leave. Drink in hand, she aimlessly wandered around the outskirts of the crowd, hoping to find a place to sit farther from the lights that drowned out any rational thought that flashed through her brain. Cassian trailed a few steps behind.

“So, what do you do for fun?”

She twisted around to glare at him. “Why are you talking to me?”

Cassian puffed out a laugh and spread his arms wide, responding, “If you don’t recall, we’re kind of stuck together, darling.”

Right. Nesta rolled her eyes. “How could I forget?” Cassian left the question hanging, still following her, so she forged on. “I like to read. A concept that’s probably foreign to you.” She dodged a young couple parting from the fray to make out against the wall, and paused to reorient herself.

“You might be surprised.” Nesta groaned inwardly and arched a brow. “Oh I have no doubt.”

“None at all?”

“What. Are you on volume seven of Captain Underpants?”

“Volume eight, actually.”

Nesta stopped. She was pissed. Pissed at this party, pissed at Feyre for lying about how big it was, pissed that she was stuck with rugby bro sidekick, pissed that the purple lights suddenly seemed a lot brighter, the music a lot louder, her thoughts a lot fuzzier. “Look, Cassian. I only came here as a favor to my sister. We’re not friends.” He started to cut her off, but she continued, turning so that they fully faced each other, “You don’t have to stay, I can take care of myself.”

He leaned in close, the laughter in his tone suddenly gone. “Listen, princess. You’ve had two beers and you’re already tipsy. I get it, we’re not friends. But there are at least four guys looking at you like they want to take you against the nearest surface and I’m the only man within a thirty-foot radius that has any self-control. There’s no way I’m leaving.” He held her gaze firmly.

“So that’s it – I’m just supposed to trust you? My knight in shining armor, here to protect my virtue? That ship sailed a long time ago.” Fuck it. “I wouldn’t mind taking you for a ride though,” Nesta said, flashing a smirk at the end.

Cassian’s lips twisted into a half-grin, but she could see annoyance rising up in his eyes. “Nesta, you don’t wanna play with me.”

“Brute.” Nesta turned and started walking away again.

“Bitch.” He followed.

Nesta scoffed. “How original.”

“Not all of us are English Lit majors.” 

Somehow Nesta tripped on her own foot at that moment, staggering sideways into Cassian’s path. He lunged forward, arms going around her waist to hoist her upright. Her lip curled and she spit out, “And not all of us are rugby stars,” and shoved her way out of his arms.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Cassian asked, incredulous.

“Cassian, I’m sure there are plenty of girls here that would love your attention. But I’m not one of them.” She turned around to face him, walking backwards, and almost tripped again. “So go on and play with someone else. I don’t care. Just leave me alone.” With that, Nesta thrust herself into the fray, pushing her way through the mass of shouting people, making the crowd a barrier between herself and Cassian.

Part 4: Emergency (Nothing but Thieves)

After five minutes of random college students bumping into her from every direction, her head pounding and thoughts muddled, Nesta realized she didn’t know which direction the exit was in. Fuck. She was disoriented and exasperated, her frustration now showing in her usually unshakable expression. She couldn’t even tell which direction the light was coming from. How many beers had she drunk? Two? Three? She wasn’t usually a drinker, and it hit her then that she hadn’t eaten for hours before the party started. Stupid, she thought. This was why she didn’t do parties.

She was so distracted trying to figure out where the light source was, trying to get her bearings at least, that she didn’t catch sight of a brooding figure wending its way toward her until the man had a hold of her wrist and was pulling her to the side of the room, wherever that was. 

“Hey! Get the fuck off me!” Nesta shouted over the crowd, but couldn’t get a response from the man until they found one of the cinder block walls.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice cruel as he tried to pull her closer. “We’re just having a bit of fun, that’s all.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta ripped free of his grasp, but he backed her into a corner. He had a drink in one hand. Not good.

“Hey, hey, no need to get worked up,” he drawled, “I saw the way you were looking at me.” Looking at him? Nesta thought. This was the first she’d seen of him.

Nesta tried to step to the side, but the man followed her, his senses keener than hers in her condition. He reached out for her arm again, and Nesta shouted this time. “Don’t touch me!”

He put his hand up as if in innocence. “Come now, I’ll make it fun for you. Just have a drink.” He brought the cup toward her face, his hand now reaching behind her head, which she snatched away.

“I swear to God, can’t you bastards understand that no means no?”

“You-”

“Get the fuck away from me, creep!” She aimed a kick at his groin, but he easily dodged it.

His mouth hardened into a line, and he growled, “Just take the damn drink, bitch!”

The man shoved her into the corner, her head hitting the wall. He brought his hand up to hold her back by her shoulders as he brought the cup up toward her lips and-

“Let me go or I promise you’ll regret it.” Last resort. 

He shot her a crooked grin and began to reply, but whatever response he had in mind was cut short.

A voice from behind him said, “And she never goes back on a promise, asshole.” The man was wrenched off her body by two strong hands, and pulled over to the side to give her an out, which she quickly took advantage of.

And there, dragging the man away from her, was Cassian.

The creep tried to play it cool. “Hey, Cassian, bro, what’s up, man?” he said mock-casually, “I caught your last game! great playing, dude!” His demeanor shifted completely as he turned on his bro mode.

Cassian’s jaw was set. He tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder, his stare withering. “You need to leave. Right now.”

Yet the man kept going with a smirk, “It’s all good bro, we can share.” 

That was a step too far.

Cassian grabbed the man’s shirt, pulling him close. “That’s the thing – I don’t share. I don’t play nice.” Cassian thrust his face forward so they were only a couple inches apart. “You said you caught my last game, right? So you know I don’t go down without a fight. Touch her again and you’ll regret it.” With that, he shoved the guy into a table, and turned to Nesta. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Part 5: Before We Drift Away (Nothing but Thieves)

Dizzy and shaken, Nesta let Cassian guide her through the crowd to the exit. Once they were outside in the cool night air, he pulled her aside, gaze dark.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he force you to drink whatever was in that cup?”

“No.”

His eyes closed and relief flooded across his face. “Good. God, some people are fucked up. I don’t know what I would have done if he had drugged you, or taken you away, or...” He trailed off, leaving anything further than that unsaid. 

They were silent for a minute. Nesta looked up at him, a bit of worry still etched across his features. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?”

He looked over to her, something strange in his expression that Nesta couldn’t place. “I don’t know. You’re a human being, and your safety was left in my hands.” He paused and looked away. “If I’m being honest, when I saw that guy put his hands on you... I don’t know. Something flipped inside me.” At that moment he looked down to her bare shoulders, noticing that she was beginning to shiver. “You’re cold,” he said softly. “Here, take this.” He removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, even when she protested.

Nesta frowned as she gave in and pulled his jacket tightly around her, annoyed at the way her body betrayed her. “I don’t need protection. I’ve lived a long time without people to care about me.” She started walking toward the parking lot, and he followed.

“You shouldn’t have to live like that, Nesta. You’ve been pushing me away all night, but listen to me – don’t you understand? I’m not just talking to you because I’m bored. I don’t smile at you as a game, as if you’re some prize for me to win. Can’t you see by now that I’m doing literally everything I can just to stay by your side? Damn it, I asked Feyre to pair us together at the party.”

Nesta had stopped walking and was speechless for once.

Cassian stepped closer tentatively, as though she’d back away. He ran a finger over Nesta’s wrist and looked up to the sky. “Please, just don’t make me say anything else completely insane. I promise I’m not in the habit of sharing intense moments with perfect strangers.”

A rush of anger coursed through Nesta, and she shoved him back. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t talk to me like that. Despite what you must think, I’m not an idiot. I’m not naive. I am well aware that this is all a favor to my sister. Stay with my lame, antisocial sister. It might be fun, right?” She paused, any restraint she had used earlier having completely abandoned her.

“That’s not what I think at all, Nes-”

“Fuck you, Cassian.” She shoved him again, more aggressively this time.

Cassian caught her wrists and pulled her closer. “Try that again.”

Nesta glared. “Bite me,” she spit out.

“Maybe I will.”

And as though drawn to her by some gravitational force, Cassian’s mouth came crashing down onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, seeming to lift her off her feet. Nesta’s bare skin burned where Cassian touched her, and she pushed back against his touch to gain control. Everything, every thought was fading to nothing. Biting down on his lip drew out a low groan from Cassian, and Nesta broke free.

Cassian put his hands up as though to make a barrier between them, as though he wouldn’t be able to control himself without it. 

“So much for being the only man with self-control,” Nesta said. Cassian just shook his head, earning a light snort from Nesta. “I shut everyone out--even pretty jocks like you. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

Cassian smiled his easy smile, and he reached up to touch his lips with a thumb. “You think I’m pretty?”

Nesta scoffed. “The prettiest.”

He stood there for a moment, just smiling at her, before turning back toward the parking lot. “Okay, princess, allow me to introduce you to the pinnacle of after-party activities.”

Nesta raised a brow, and Cassian let out a bark of laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about pancakes.”

She looked skeptical. “Pancakes?”

“Yes. And after the night you had, you deserve an entire plate of them.” Cassian reached out to her with his big, warm hand, and Nesta hesitated.

“Cassian-” She started warily.

“Hey – I’m not asking you to marry me, it’s just pancakes.”

Nesta waited a moment more, then took his hand. “Fine. But I’m not sharing the chocolate sauce.”

“I wouldn’t dare ask you to. Besides, you already know how I feel about sharing.”

Nesta smiled a bit. “Hey Cassian?

“Yes Nesta?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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A Second Life, Finding Redemption (Shinsou x Reader)

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Villain!Reader Rating: Explicit, N*SFW Warning: Angst, Murder, Assassination, Fake!Death, Decapitation, Some Smut Word Count: 8,731 Words A/N: This does not have a tragic ending, I can’t bear to write angst without a happy ending.

Summary: You’re a cute coffee barista that Shinsou has feelings for-- and hopefully he never finds out your real purpose in Japan. You are a villain in pursuit of revenge but you wish you could’ve lived a simple life, that you really were the barista you masqueraded as. If Shinsou knows the truth, he would hate you. Or does he? 

From Me: I’m trying to post this in time for @bnhabookclub​ (Antagonist x Protagonist prompt) and I haven’t had time to proof-read this or beta it so please excuse any mistakes or pacing issues. I hope to re-post at a later point but I definitely wanted this out.

Also, inspirations for this work is from @katsukisprincess, @lady-bakuhoe, @iwvs-on-ao3, @bnhabookclub, @/lemonlordleah-shinzawa, @/marilla-eldriana, @/queensynderella.

 Sometimes, there was no other end in sight. You could rewind the moment a million times and try to find something you missed, but it would always end the same miserable way.

“Shinsou, you should know what people think of us.” You idly sat from the rafters of the room, simply a shadowed silhouette to the brain-washing hero Shinsou Hitoshi. He desperately looked but he was lost through the maze of unconscious people talking all at once. “They will never trust people who can manipulate others.” Numerous voices bounced around the room, making Shinsou’s eyes dart back and forth—were you even here, or was it yet another machination?

“Marionette—You don’t need to do this.” Shinsou tried to tempt you away from the shadows, trying to sift through the ‘dolls’ you had set in place. You knew he would be sorely disappointed. You had already known about his abilities and set countermeasures in place.

Shinsou caught an idle movement above him, letting his capture weapon snake up to the beams while imperceptibly turning on his own voice-changing mechanism—but it was foiled. “Don’t try that. You know I wouldn’t fall for something so obvious.” You backed away from even the shadows, dissipating, away from his empty oaths and reassurances. Away from the ignorant and unaware hero. With a flick of your wrist, you dispelled the strings of your quirk and letting the bodies fall to the floor.

Shinsou tried to make his way through the unconscious victims but it seemed like you had no more desire to speak to him—you soon disappeared in a silent farewell. Your dolls soon fell to the floor, crumpling as their marionette master was gone.

This is fucking creepy. When Shinsou had arrived onto the scene, it was eerie at how doll-like everyone had seemed with their glass-like eyes and lifeless motions. But upon his arrival, they had come to life and stalled the young hero.

“She got away again.” He frustratedly sighed. This wasn’t the first and this wasn’t the last time you escaped… But he was starting to get the hang of your quirk; it seemed you had to be somewhere nearby to manipulate people. Shinsou reached down for a child, relieved to discover they were breathing and no apparent harm. But as he garnered a better look – it didn’t seem as if anyone was harmed here.

This was strange; you had been responsible for the killings of several prominent people. A businessman. A minor government official. A doctor. The most notable was a visiting dignitary. This latest incident invoked a sense of international outrage and a greater calling for your arrest. Your signature calling card was a single severed head amongst immobile witnesses who only remembered a blackened haze. Their loss of memory was surprisingly similar to Shinsou’s own quirk which is why he had been called in. So far, the only clue he found was your spider-like wires.

“Hey, get the crew in here. There’s a lot of unharmed civilians who need assistance.” Shinsou radioed the information in and took one last look to make sure it was safe before back-up reinforcements were to arrive.

Strange. Shinsou tried to muse over this information; no one else aside from your victims was ever hurt. It seemed that you were aiming for something awfully specific. Shinsou didn’t know what though….  

That’s how Shinsou found himself in a cat café, sprawled in a chair, and lost in thought. He was currently on-break from the case since the police were investigating the unconscious victims and the link. So far, they seemed to have found none.

“Hello. Did you want a refill on your coffee?” Shinsou looked over and gave you a slight grin—you were his favorite barista at this cat café. Most places served awful drinks, relying on the kittens to draw people in and shitty service. What a rare find it was to find both adorable kittens, cats, and amazing coffee.  

Here you were, one of the most cheerful people he had ever met. Beautiful? Shinsou wasn’t much for conventional beauty or ‘instagram’ models that seemed to be so ‘in’ nowadays. But when cats were crawling all over you and you bundled them all in your arms in a fit of laughter—yes, he thought you were pretty.

Shinso gave you a grateful smile, especially since a napping kitten seemed to have him rooted to the chair. “That would be wonderful.” You leaned over to take his cold cup and Shinsou politely leaned back. Albeit, even he was a virile male and couldn’t help but to take a lightning-quick look at you bending over and shoving down thoughts of how delectable your ass looked.  

You apparently didn’t notice but you took a look of your own at his face. Of course, he had his darker-than-usual eye bags and you sighed sympathetically. “You look like you’re working harder than usual.” Shinsou didn’t think he looked different…? But fuck yeah, he felt tired. “Why don’t I add an espresso shot? A little bit of milk to make it sweeter?” He was your favorite customer after all. The purple-haired man had become something of a fixture around the café—you wondered if he ever actually slept sometimes. But he was always wonderful with the cats and often over-tipped. It was to the point that you as a barista, had to hide the tip jar and give him a very pointed glare.

You had caught him stuffing fifty dollars once and you had to draw the line; the poor man needed food and you sent him home to buy dinner for himself. Instead, he sheepishly came back with food for you both and had left it for you at the counter.

This was probably the first moment you had fallen in love with the purple-haired sleepy customer that constantly came to your café that you worked at. The owner gave you plentiful shifts because of your coffee skills.

“…. I think you’re the only one to know about my sweet tooth.” Shinsou said sheepishly. You took that as agreement, happily walking over back to the counter.

You filled up the metal tins and efficiently started frothing the milk, snagging the espresso shots, adeptly mixing the syrups and continued. “Hey, hey, I know when someone doesn’t like Americanos.” You gave him a mischievous smile. “I also saw your nose scrunching up and if you had a cattail, it would’ve been stick straight.”

“Ugh, you remember that.” Shinsou face-palmed. He remembered the first time he came in and one of his hero coworkers had ordered it for him; apparently, he had cultivated the image for loving the watery and bitter brew. No, it was because his office had no fucking good coffee and he was forced to drink it to stay awake. Shinsou had bit back any words and stifled the longing he felt for something tasty.

Apparently, you had noticed. Then you had come over, profusely apologizing that you had given him the wrong coffee and given him a specialty drink with no one the wiser. That moment solidified Shinsou’s affinity for this particular store.

“Do you pay attention to all your customers like this?” Shinsou took the new drink with great appreciation; it seemed everything here was good. He had yet to dislike any of your coffee concoctions.

“I try my best.” You said honestly. Shinsou looked around, there were a few people left at this late hour but for the most part, you seemed to be lingering near him. He bit back a stray thought, maybe that you also liked him a bit more than a regular customer, and gave you a small quirk of his lips. Shinsou wasn’t much for smiling but maybe your drinks invoked some kind of magic.

Shinsou hummed with delight. “I noticed. How long do you think you’ll be working around here?”

“Hmmm. I wonder!” You gave a little bit of a laugh, scooping up a yawning kitten and putting it back in their bed. Another customer gathered their things and gave a friendly goodbye.

Shinsou was content to let the comfortable silence reign but he was compelled by his own curiosity. “What would you do if you left?” He could only hope you’d stay… but he hoped you’d do what you want to do. Life tended to take people all over the place.

“Owning my own café would be a dream.” You wiped the empty tables nearby and took a bit more time cleaning than you usually did… Staring down at the table with a furrowed brows and bitterness. It was an expression he’d never seen before because you were always so happy with the customers.

Shinsou looked questioningly at you. “I think you’d be rather good at it. What’s stopping you?” He gestured to the cafe and you gave him a bit of a melancholy smile.

“Life.” You put your hand on your waist and gave him a smile—it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Huh, Shinsou thought. He noticed you had a way about yourself… answering but not saying anything about yourself.

You tapped his messy paperwork. “Probably the same reason you’re here? Why are you inside my café on a Saturday night? You could be ‘living’ it up with all your friends.” You air-quoted the words, giving him an eyebrow raise at his lonesome self.

“Hey, when did this become about me?” Shinsou held his hands up in a ‘I surrender’ gesture. Interesting deflection though. You had smoothly changed the topic and you were rather adept at turning the conversation to others.

But he couldn’t resist having the last word, call it petty of him. “I still think you’d be great at owning your own café.” He muttered— he knew you could hear. But it was something you should hear. He could see your dedication; you had been here unfailingly every weekend and he knew you took over shifts no one else would take.

“You, my dear customer, need to take no for an answer.” You jokingly rapped him on the head with a familiarity that few people showed.

Then you turned around to see someone secretly taking a picture of Shinsou. He had heard the click of the phone but unfortunately, it was all too common. He was going to ignore it but you weren’t. You shot a daggered look at the customer. “Excuse me, we value discretion in this store.” You courteously told them with a steely undertone.

Shinsou… was surprised. “Hey. Thank you for that.” He didn’t realize you noticed. This was a new side to his barista. He had never once seen you other than impeccably friendly. to civilians and heroes alike.

You dismissed his thank-you. “No, that’s my bad. I should be making sure our customers know not to bother you. You need your privacy too.” Your flippant words caused something to click within Shinsou. You weren’t like the others, you knew heroes were people. People who also should be respected, unlike those goddamn paparazzi sell-outs.

Yea, Shinsou liked you. He really liked you, more so because you didn’t seem to give a damn about his hero-fame. So he finally got the courage to ask you—

“Would you want to grab a bite to eat after the café closes?”

You looked back at him, a bit startled. “Me?” Even the kitten, napping in his lap, jumped away at his suddenly terse invitation.

Shinsou was now a bit embarrassed – he wished he was smoother about this. “No pressure. You just work super hard and I really want to treat you for everything you do for me. I know you stay late because I’m here--” Shinsou was rambling. He never rambled. God, you threw him off his game.

“Sure.” There was no harm in accepting his invitation. “You mind if I choose? I know this izakaya with home-made food but it’s a bit out of the way.” Shinsou nodded. The door rang as another customer entered. You gestured to him ‘five minutes’ and rushed off.

Soon enough, you were both at the amazing izakaya and Shinsou swore to himself that he would drag Aizawa here. This place had black garlic ramen and delicious chicken and sides. His mouth was watering from the moment he entered the place. You wasted no time in getting your orders in.

“I take it I picked well?” You were really happy you got to see your favorite, not-a-crush, customer eating with you. Your elbow was on the table, your face leaning on one hand as you watched him demolish the ramen in front of him.

He nodded, his mouth too full otherwise. “Calm down, the food’s not going anywhere.” You leaned over to push his messy locks back and gave him a chiding smile.

Shinsou froze. You froze. You leaned awkwardly back in your seat. “Um, I don’t want you to eat your hair.” You said lamely. Shinsou… leaned in to get another bite, trying to pass this off as a casual moment. You took an awkward sip of your drink. He could see the pink blush at the tip of your ears and he wondered…. Maybe you liked him back too?

The night was over too soon. He wished it could last longer… You both were at the nearby station, ready to part ways.

He had made the first move so you could take a step too. You tugged at his jacket to catch his attention. “If you ever need a ramen buddy, I’ll be happy to keep you company.” You… nervously said. Because what if he didn’t enjoy the night as much as you did?

Shinsou gave a grin as big as a Cheshire-cat smile. “Now I know what to do to pay you back for all those free lattes!”

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Who knew that random ramen night would lead to café shenanigans between you two?

If anyone were thinking perverted thoughts, they would be disappointed though. Shinsou now helped you to coral mischievous cats and kittens into their cages.

You both had collapsed on the couch after a particularly troublesome kitty had decided to dart every which way and crawl near the coffee beans. It had taken every trick in the book to outsmart this particular kitten.

“Oh god.” You started giggling. “When did a kitten get smart enough to outsmart both of us?” Shinsou started chucking as well. You had to say between fitful of laughter—“You’re a pro-hero and you’re supposed to be smarter than this.”

Shinsou pointed accusingly at you. “I wasn’t alone in this!” You gave him a ‘ohohoho’ laugh as you got up. As a reward for his troubles, you dropped a brown paper bag of pastries onto him to take home. “God, if people saw us, they would’ve thought we were insane.” Chasing the kitten around, scrambling to get it before it escaped to the shelves…

Shinsou meant to get up. He really did. But as he lazily lied on the couch, watching you turn off the coffee machines and the glow of the lamps left a hazily ambient glow… He even shut his eyes for a few moments, relaxing his guard around you… You leaned over him to wake him up…

And then you heard it. The soft, sleepy whisper… “I wish I could see this every day.” He said it before he could think to shut himself up.

Shinsou was so gentle and sweet. You ached for him so much, so much that at those words, you gave in to the temptation. You leaned down to kiss him before he fully woke up. It was chaste, a gentle press of your lips against his.

“I hope you meant that for me and not the kitten?” You teased.

Shinsou’s eyes widened as he woke the fuck up.

Had you overstepped your bounds? Was he not interested? You hesitantly leaned back.

Not to be beaten, Shinsou tugged you down this time. “You don’t get to confess and become all shy, kitten.” His fingers entangled themselves into your hair and he caught your lips with his. He craned his head to lick your lips open, gently requesting permission.

And how quickly you caved, as you crawled into his lap.

You wished you could kiss him forever, Shinsou tasted so sweet— of caramel and sugar— he made you feel so preciously loved. His fingers stroked the nape of your neck, his lips moved down your throat, and his chest met yours as you both breathed heavily.

“I wasn’t hoping for this…” Shinsou whispered. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t think of this.”

You nodded in a daze. Shinsou leaned forward to cup your breasts in his hands, relishing the feel of your skin against his. He claimed one for his own as he took your hardening nipples into his mouth. You writhed against him as Shinsou took his sweet goddamn time licking both breasts.

You writhed in his lap, feeling the burgeoning erection but Shinsou kept you still. “That isn’t fair…” You whined. You wanted his pants off, you wanted to feel his throbbing length against yourself. But Shinsou merely laughed, letting you suffer through the feel of the maddening cloth barrier. “Are you trying to torture me?” You whined.

“Hm?” Shinsou tugged at your hair, making you arch your chest against his. He took a chance to nip at your throat, giving you just a hint of dominance underneath his nice-guy exterior.

You thrust impatiently against him. “Pay a little attention down here, won't you?” You locked your legs around his hips, bunching your café skirt up, and shoved your wet panties against his tightening pants.

Shinsou nearly groaned, he could swear he felt you throbbing against him. But he did have to concede— there was too much between you two.

“Alright, alright kitten.” He lifted you up from the couch— oh god, you didn’t expect it but his lanky build hid more strength than you realized— and splayed you on the table. What a delicious view. Your lay passively back as he took off his shirt, exposing his toned muscles and inching down his pants. Your eyes didn’t leave his hands for one moment, he had a way of inching his pants down like he was a goddamn stripper.

His cock? You weren’t disappointed when he finally shimmied out of those pants. It was long and curved, already erect at the sight of you. You opened your thighs lewdly and snuck a hand down to rub lightly—

“Kitten, oh no.” Shinsou let his voice drop low, a slight threat to this tone. “You are going to wait patiently for me.” It wasn’t a question. This Shinsou— this wasn’t the awkward, endearing Shinsou that you came to know. This was…

He bent to a knee, looking straight into your soaked panties. You thought he was going to fuck you, not this— you closed your legs but Shinsou wrenched it apart with his hands. “Patient means you get to wait as I get my fill.” What did he mean? You gave him a wide-eyed look, questioning… “Oh kitten, are you embarrassed?” He leaned forward to lick at the wet patch forming. You jerked away but he held you still, teasing you and making you wetter. He could almost taste your slick, the heady damp-heat enticing him. But he wanted to see you beg. He pushed his finger against your cunt, letting you feel his decisive movements through the irritating fabric.

Oh god, it was the first he had touched down there all night.  But he didn’t touch you, you needed the panties off. You needed more. But no man had ever cared for foreplay with you before, you had always been used for their pleasure— you only knew to do what they wanted.

“Wait.” You tried to move away from his heated breaths— “I can handle it. It’s better for you if I just take it all in—“ Shinsou withdrew his fingers, his other hand tightening on your thighs and stopping your movement.

“Kitten. You are wet but you’re not wet enough to handle this.” Shinsou glared at you. Did you make him mad? You didn’t understand.

“It’s not about me though, it's about what feels good for you?” You tried to offer.

It was definitely the wrong words to say. Shinsou was feeling a little baffled and a little incredulous. “What do you mean by that?” He demanded. You… didn’t know what to say. Wasn’t this how it worked? Even more so because Shinsou was so important to you, you should’ve been on your knees for him.

Shinsou didn’t like your silence. “Y/N, who have you been with?” You looked away… Shinsou pinched your thigh in warning, “Let me clarify. I’m not asking who. Did no one take care of you?” He had stopped his ministrations.

“What would anyone ‘take care’ of?” You thought Shinsou wanted to fuck you. This was about him. You honestly didn’t know what he wanted of you. So you tried to cajole him out of his increasing irritation with practiced words, “It’s okay, I’m okay. I’m wet enough for you to just take what you want. Don’t you want this?”

Shinsou looked at you with darkened eyes and finally, finally slid your panties off. “Y/N, I’m not trying to just fuck you with no pleasure. I want you to feel this,” he circled your clit with his calloused fingers. “Feel like you’re wanted.” You felt wetness coming from you, getting wetter and wetter. “Have you hot and needy,” You jerked your entire body as he plunged his entire tongue into your cunt as he licked you— you had never felt this before. No man had ever decided to eat you out there but Shinsou ate like a man determined and starved. It felt like forever, Shinsou just wouldn’t let you go. You felt your entire body go taut and Shinsou squirmed his fingers in to pinch your throbbing clit and you screamed as an orgasm washed over you.

“And have you scream like that.” You weren’t even down from your high as Shinsou thrust his fingers in. He scissored his fingers in there, searching, not letting you rest until he found a spot that made you tear and cry. You tugged at his head futilely and Shinsou gave you his Cheshire-like grin again. He finally crawled up to relish your awed, tear-stained expression but he still didn’t stop.

“Shinsou, just stop. Just fuck me, please.” You implored and pleaded with him. In a way, you were trying to escape a pleasure you had never encountered before. No one had cared enough, no one had ever found this spot within you. Why was he doing this? Why did he care? This made your heart hurt, this made your cunt throb in a rising heat you had never felt before.

“I’m not going to fuck you, not like that,” Shinsou said in a low, raspy murmur. “I’m going to put it in you.” He thrust his fingers in time with his words. “When you’ve come.. a few times. Until I’m satisfied that you’re taken care of.”

Shinsou relentlessly pursued the spot within you while leaving his bite marks all over you, his mind tucking away every detail of your skin and every spot that made you feel sensitive. Until you had squirmed, screaming on breathless climaxes. Until you could no longer beg, beg those selfish words.

He never wanted to hear that this was about himself again.  He waited until your throat was hoarse and your thighs utterly soaking in your release before he inched himself into your luscious warmth.

Then he started an achingly slow pace that had you feeling every ridge of his cock, your tired body heightened in pleasure. Only when did you utter the most delicious little sighs, did he piston his length into you and finally take his climax alongside yours.

*****

At least you were on closing shift the next day. You didn’t have to wake up early, you and Shinsou had messily cleaned up after yourself in the café and you had followed Shinsou to his apartment.

Shinsou didn’t want to be apart from you and had been accompanying you at the café.

“We’ll be closing soon. Do you want me to come over tonight?” You inclined your head towards the last few customers. Shinsou was about to say yes but then an incoming call came again.

“Sorry!” Shinsou cupped his hands over his phone and walked to a corner to take a call.

He heard the familiar creation hero’s voice, “Shinsou! We have a meeting tonight!”  Shinsou realized, oh shit, he was supposed to be meeting with Yaoyorozu tonight. He had enlisted her help for after-hours with the case for Marionette.

You looked curiously over but said nothing. Shinsou still turned away though, sighing. “Yes. Sorry, it slipped my mind but I’ll be home in thirty minutes.” He hung up the phone.

He looked sadly at you. “Work.” You understood his work was important so you nodded. He gathered his stuff but you busied yourself and made several drinks for him to go. “Your co-worker can choose what they want.” You had included muffins, hot tea, a latte, and a coffee.

Shinsou gratefully accepted, a little at a loss for words. You were endearing yourself, more and more, even sending him off with food so he wouldn’t starve. He left the café but not without throwing a look over his shoulder; wondering if you were ever lonely closing or if you were safe.

You noticed him standing outside and made another ‘shoo, shoo’ gesture. Shinsou reluctantly walked away, curling his jacket around himself in the cold night air. Maybe he would take more patrols in your area to make sure you were okay?

Shinsou nodded to himself and decided, that would settle it. At this time, he wouldn’t possibly have known how this would have turned out—

You lay dying on the floor with a small hand reached out to Shinsou. “It was always going to turn out this way… Don’t cry. I don’t deserve it.” The pro-hero lay over your body, his arms forced at his sides as he shoved back his questions, his outrage, wondering how he could’ve ended this differently. He couldn’t even lend a hand to you. You gave him a pained smile despite bleeding out and let your arm fall. “Thank you… for letting me finish this until the end.” He could see the light of your eyes leaving, the blood choking any further words you wanted to say.

It was always going to end this way. It didn’t matter what he did.

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You saw Shinsou off with a fond smile. A smile you shouldn’t have had; judging by your fellow ‘friend’ who was watching you from the corner of the café.

You leaned in to pick up your so-called friend’s book, thumbing through it to find the loose-leaf sheet you’d been waiting for. “Y/N, are you getting soft for him?” She murmured in a soft voice. You had hoped she wouldn’t notice. You shook your head decisively but she grabbed your arm, looking at you with near-desperate eyes.

“You know that he’s a hero right? If the option came down to it, you will have to choose.”

You shook her off, giving a glare of your own. “No innocents, heroes or no heroes. I’ve accomplished it so far. There’s only one target left.” You scanned the address listed.

“Y/N…” She dug her nails into your skin, tears in her eyes. “You know we have nothing left. This is the last chance to set things straight.”

You leaned your hand reassuringly over hers. “I promise you, nothing, absolutely nothing will stop me.” You looked at the time; noting it was nearly time for you to take over tonight’s operation after the café closed. A customer walked in so the conversation came to a halt.  “The shift is almost done here so why don’t I go and get you a drink?” You sent her off with a drink, waited until closing and bidding goodbye as everyone left.

You let the smiling façade fall and curled your fingers painfully into your palms. A cat came up to you, weaving around your legs and gently comforted you. Cats are uncannily perceptive. You hunched down, picking it up and burying your face into its soft fur.

Shinsou had made you think for a second, you could continue to live this life. To indulge in a second of whimsy, to hold onto this brief and mundane happiness.

“It’s such a stupid dream… so stupid for someone like me.” You felt the rising emotion in your throat, but you dammed back the tears, and shoved the anxiety that threatened to overcome you in your lonely moments.  You loved this place, adored the gentleness of the innocent kittens, and cherished the trivialities of this daily life. A life that was simple. Working, having fun, laughing, maybe having a secret, starry-eyed relationship with a certain sleepy customer.

It was too bad that this was never meant to last; night had fallen, and you needed to finish one last thing before this illusion overtook you.

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“Yaoyorozu, none of this adds up.” Shinsou frustratedly pushed away the numerous papers surrounding him. All of Marionette’s victims seemed to have no connection, no reason or rhyme as to why she targeted them. But that wasn’t possible; the precision in which she chose her victims should prove she had motive.

Momo sighed, staring at the list again. “Let’s go over what we know, shall we?” She lined the portfolios up. A businessman. A minor government official. A doctor. An international dignitary. They had both been pouring over the victim’s backgrounds but had yet to see a connection. Momo looked at their respective work and occupations, their paths had occasionally crossed but nothing stood out.

Shinsou looked up the families, the nationalities, their political beliefs but none of those stood out either. Except for their… religion? He stared at the church on the dossier for the businessman and doctor. Something was familiar…. But he could not put his finger on it.

“Hey, can you check on the government official and dignitary? Their list of funded causes?” Shinsou frowned. He couldn’t find information on the their religious beliefs; it wasn’t listed because government entities couldn’t publicly pledge allegiance to any religion—lest it be known, and their commitment swayed away from public conviction. But he had sworn there was a familiar name.

Momo scanned the sheets. “Both their records showed they funded a Russian church.” Shinsou tapped the sheets before him. “This doctor is Russian and this businessman had numerous Russian business deals.” He leaned back, thinking…. Then Shinsou pulled up a slightly illegal database, a website he had obtained from one of his informants on the street.

“Don’t look too closely, Yaoyorozu, or you may see things you don’t want to see.” He typed in the church organization, pulling up a number of results. He rapidly keyed in some back-door codes, punching through sensitive data files.

Yaoyoruzu looked at him with lilting eyes, her fingers paused on the paperwork. “You don’t want to ask the police?” Surely, police would be privy to any information they would need.

Shinsou shook his head— “They don’t have enough international information. What I need probably isn’t on official servers.” Regardless of his warnings, Yaoyorozu inched closer and peeked over his shoulder. What had so raptly caught his attention? Shinsou jotted a note on a paper, monologuing to fill his fellow pro-hero in. “As you well know, Russia is one of the worst criminal countries in the world.” He let that sink in. The creation-based hero was informed of the world events—Japan had taken control of their villain society and with All Might, they had issued in one of the most peaceful eras to date. Not to say there wasn’t the League of Villains lurking about. Other countries hadn’t been so lucky. “If you know about Russia, their justice system is highly corrupt and their church and government is known for propagating war crimes.” Yaoyorozu nodded but she wasn’t sure what exactly they were talking about. “And this unique equation of victims makes me think of something really bad.” Shinsou rapidly clicked through the results, not quite finding what he suspected.

He typed in the dignitary’s name, opening an article about his funded endeavors…. “Well, shit.” His tired eyes glazed over the newspaper and article, noting the familiar faces.

Yaoyorozu leaned in and gasped at the contents of the picture. “That’s all four of our victims.” She realized with dawning horror at who they were with. “Shinsou, they couldn’t possibly have….”

Shinsou grimly nodded. “I think so. If I’m right, this last person is the next victim.” He tapped the computer screen and rapidly looked up the captioned woman—“And she lives here in Japan… as a airport customs official.” Shinsou punched in a call to Tsukauchi.

“Hey, I think we found the next victim. Can you send a police escort to them while I fill you in? I’d like to go over and talk to them personally as well.”

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Shinsou was soon driving over, with the police requesting assistance from Tokoyami and Todoroki. Yaoyorozu had teamed up with the police investigators, filling them in on their research.

He met up with Todoroki at the bottom of the apartment building. Was Tokoyami missing? Todoroki answered his question before he could even ask, pointing to the dark night sky and emergency stairwells. The raven bird hero was much more adept at dealing with the situation that Shinsou might be.

“I assume you read up on Marionette?” Todoroki nodded. “Looks like we’re prepared.” Shinsou and Todoroki advanced upwards. They both entered the darkened hallway while Shinsou stared pensively at the eerily silent door of the apartment.  Where were the police escorts? Where were the neighbors?

Both of the pro-heroes had a bad feeling; flinging open the door without warning. Todoroki instinctively put up an ice barrier, deflecting the lethal cut of wires flung at the door. Despite the icy steam and darkness, they could still make out the bloody severed head on the floor and unconscious police officers, lit by the blue light of the computer screen.

You, Marionette, looked back at them in your disguised mask. Your blade ran fresh with blood, still dripping heavily and they realized they must’ve only been minutes too late. Shinsou took a lightning-quick assessment, noting the police were still breathing and unconscious, and again, only the victim looked dead.

“Marionette.” Todoroki stepped in. “You’re under arrest by the authorities of the hero association, for the murders of—”

“Stop.” You let the knife fall and waved away his words. For the first time in all your encounters, you deemed to speak a word. In your real voice. Shinsou knew they had you cornered... but it didn’t make sense. Why? Why had you chosen to stay when you could’ve escaped in the ample few minutes? You didn’t attempt to escape, even as Todoroki froze the only other window over. “It didn’t take you very long this time.” Why did you choose to speak, when you had evaded his abilities so well before? Shinsou and you stared at each other.

Shinsou could’ve taken control but he wanted to hear his suspicions proved wrong. He wanted to believe that the victims… were truly victims. That you, Marionette, was a cruel murderer.

Todoroki faded into silence but you all knew if you made a move, he would not hesitate to freeze you in a split second. With that in mind, he let Shinsou step forward closer to you.

“Marionette, we just want the truth. You told me before, no one would trust us.” Shinsou let the past memory sink in, let its weight fall heavy. “Tell me the truth about St. Magdalene boarding school.”

Your breath hitched at the mention of the school. It was the first, discomposed, emotion he had heard from you in all his encounters.

“Trust? Figures you’d be the one to figure it all out, hm? Shinsou.” The brain-washing hero’s blood ran cold— he recognized that familiar way of speaking. More so, how else would you know his name?   Todoroki now looked confused. You cast off your hair clip, letting the familiar locks fall and crooked your head at him with a sigh.

“It’s not…” Shinsou rasped out. He had caressed those silky locks this morning, pressing a vulnerable kiss to your sleepy face. He could even see the finger-shaped bruises of your passionate interlude— you couldn’t. Please, not you. But you took off the mask, dispelling any hope Shinsou could’ve had. You looked at him, your expression one of martyred determination. “Why?” His voice come out more agonized than he wanted to show, Shinsou died inside at seeing you.

You leaned forward, pulling— Todoroki got ready to deter you with fire but you simply pulled a thumb drive from the computer. The screen flashed with the same information you had withdrawn, slowly panning pictures of innocent girls. If Shinsou knew the truth…. Then he would know what you were about to say. “St. Magdalene is a Russian school from all appearances.” You felt Todoroki’s ice experimentally but made no violent movement and the pro-heroes remained alert. “If you believe the records. But we both know its far more than that?” Todoroki looked at the girl’s pictures with a dawning realization.

Shinsou decided to fill in the gaps. “But it was an operation for human trafficking, especially from Japan. All the victims— no, culprits, had the connections and means to get children through the channels and have them disappear.” You had to give him credit, he got farther than anyone else.

Yaoyorozu had researched the supposed names that had graduated from the school, only to have them disappear from any official records. “Where they went? We haven’t found a connection but the police are working on that.” Shinsou couldn’t find anything more but he was determined to.

You traced the computer screen, tracing the faces you had grown up with and had seen sacrificed, suffered, and mutilated. “I can help you with that. ”

Todoroki shook his head, muttering. “Disappearing means there’s a chance we can help—“ You let out a cruel scoff.

“You’re naive pro-hero.” Your voice dripped with disdain for Todoroki. “Disappearing would’ve been a kinder fate than what we went through. You name it, you got it.” You tapped the screen at one girl. “Bought and sold to the highest bidder, found dead from sordid sex gone wrong. She was dumped like an animal.” You watched as another face flashed on by. “This one, she wasn’t very pretty. Cut up for organs for the nouveau-rich.” You waited for another one, grimacing. “Drug mule; except she was cut up countless times, screaming every time they carved out her innards.” Shinsou could only imagine it but already, he felt sickened. “My sister?” You hesitated at that one. “She was given to the church, probably from some pedophilic fetish— didn’t help that she was crucified and burnt alive as a whore.”

Both pro-heroes wanted for you to lie; otherwise, the consequences of those well-known officials and the longevity of their career meant there had been countless victims over numerous years. It means that countless people had been involved in hiding these atrocities.

You shifted from the computer to walk directly to the brain-washing hero. You turned your emotions to cold steel, willed your sentimentality to die. Right, because it was oh-so-easy. If it had been, you wouldn’t be on this vendetta for revenge. You would’ve been gone to live the life you wanted.

“I will hand this thumb drive to you if you, Shinsou, promise to bring these people to justice.” You gestured to the rolling head beside you. “The organization will be in disarray but what’s left of it, they probably don’t deserve to die.  Just rot the rest of their lives in jail.”

Todoroki regarded you suspicion. “How do we know you’re telling the truth?”

You clapped your hands in a mocking gesture. “I’ve left you not only the names but times, dates, locations, names, and potential future victims. You should be able to work off of that.” How you got that information? Well, it certainly wasn’t through official channels otherwise it would’ve been covered up.

Shinsou was reluctant to let the conversation end. “Why didn’t you just run then?”

You gave a weary sigh. “It’s not like I could’ve continued this forever. How many more bodies would I need to kill? How much longer before a so-called pro-hero ‘arrests’ me? If it's not you, it’ll be a hit on my head. I’ll die without bringing this to light.”

They couldn’t deny it. But you... you gestured to them. “But I’ve heard of you two. You and Deku, you won't abide seeing the system like this.”

You looked world-weary, bone-tired to all the killing you had done. You looked like you had given up. So Shinsou tried to consider a way you could be saved— a way that was right as a pro-hero.

But none of you had time, not as a gunshot rang loud and clear in the room and you lurched, looking down at yourself.

You were bleeding. You were bleeding heavily as you fell forward. Todoroki swore, leaping forward to disarm the weapon as one of the police officers look triumphant.

“What have you done?” Shinsou looked near venomously at the police officer, kneeling forward to catch you.

“No!” You coughed blood up, holding Shinsou back. “It’s not safe for you.” You could feel the taut wire of control fading, your life ebbing with the flow of blood. Your quirk was reacting badly, you weren’t sure if you could keep it in check.

So you kneeled on the floor, your body crumpling. Shinsou looked agonized above you— but you gave him a lackluster smile. You reached out your hand… and looked for no comfort. “You look like you’re gonna cry. I don’t deserve it.” You tossed the thumb drive to him.

Todoroki lay a hand on Shinsou’s shoulder. “We have to call the ambulance… but I’m not sure she’ll make it.” Shinsou wondered how he could’ve ended this differently. Could he have helped you? What if you had come to him?  But none of that would’ve changed how this ended. You had been on a lonely path to vigilante justice.

The fiery streak of pain and bullets was nothing new to you. Neither was bleeding. You know what was new? Seeing someone who actually cared that you were dying.

Paramedics pushed past Shinsou to take Marionette in, others cordoning off the scene with the decapitated body. Tokoyami flew in, having heard everything from outside.

“Shinsou, take a look at the computer.” Everything was well and truly deleted from it, the bios flashing with erased data. Some kind of virus program? Meticulous planning.

Someone brushed by him to examine your wounds… Shinsou’s eyes flickered over to the paramedic.

“Todoroki, can you run this to Yaoyorozu? Make sure I get a copy and to pass one to Aizawa. I want the originals before this moves up to the police and higher-ups.”

“Understood.” They both understood how.. ‘sensitive’ this was. “I’ll protect this on my life.”

***

You woke up, groggily moving and wincing as pain shot through your stomach. You gently laid a hand on the gunshot wound, expecting to see red— but came away to see neat bandages on yourself. Surprising, she’s not usually so thorough.

“I didn’t expect such loving care.” You turned to your friend, expecting to see the informant from the coffee shop. But instead, you saw a purple, messy-haired and raccoon-eyed hero.

One who was smirking at you like you were an idiot.

“What the fuck.” It was the first of your plans that had gone so awry, the brain-washing pro-hero was sitting there as if he was a figment of your imagination. Maybe he was. Maybe your drug-addled brain was hallucinating. So you turned away, scrubbing your face with your hands.

“I’m not disappearing,” Shinsou said helpfully—giving credence that your hallucinations were extremely vivid—never mind that fact you’ve never had any before.

You took a deep, deep breath. “Humor me. How did you find out that I was alive? And if you knew, why aren’t I in jail?”

Shinsou gestured to the medical equipment hooked up to you. “We have mutual friends, for once, in our line of work.” You… didn’t expect that. Your cohort at the coffee shop had promised you an escape route—albeit risky—and you didn’t think to check on the connection. “Turns out you’re not the only one who’s had the idea to fake their death. But it usually needs very specific quirks and connections so here we are.”

You looked down at your bandaged and nearly naked form, sighing. “It was that or just dying on the way here. I didn’t expect to get shot.”

Shinsou scoffed at that. “What did you expect then?”

“I thought Todoroki might try to kill me. Either that, I could try to poison myself. “You threw out suggestions as conversationally as one might discuss the weather. “The better question is, why did you let me live? If you knew what I was up to?”

Shinsou leaned back in his chair, giving you an assessing look. “Your information, as far as we can tell, has panned out to close multiple cases.” So Shinsou knew you hadn’t lied about what you’d told him. About anything you told him. “So I’ve made a case to the Eraser Hero that you be kept alive to supply the police with information.”

You … absorbed that knowledge. “So you want me to be a confidential informant.” You closed your eyes wearily. “From one organization to another, I’m going to be used like a scapegoat.” You were changing hands from the Russian government to Japan’s government and used like their dirty little patsy. “I thought you would be different, pro-hero.”

Shinsou shoved himself to his feet, growling in frustration. “I’m not that much of a fucking low-life—don’t accuse me of that bullshit.” You may have shrunk back a little bit; this was the first time you had to see him angry at you. Honestly, you thought you would never see him again. You’d never face the moment of truth because you’d either be long-dead or long-gone. Here he was with all your secrets laid bare—and he was going to use you like the rest of them.

“You’re under the direct protection and surveillance of me and Eraser Head—we are the heroes who are holding you accountable. We give you the orders; not some fucking government organization.” Shinsou pointed to himself, scowling because of your accusations. You.. were reeling. Because how could he have worked that out?

“I can’t believe that. There’s no possible way you could have that authority. At best, I’ve got life in jail.” You knew how this worked. “At worst? I’m more than dead from Russia. I’ll be lucky if they kill me first.” You had already killed too many… You regretted the innocent you killed. You regretted the path you used to climb to the top. But after that? You could justify every sordid thing you did to get to Japan and to get the culprits responsible. “I know this can’t be true.”

Shinsou could finally get the upper hand here. “And this is where you’re wrong. Aside from a few of us pro-heroes, you’re dead to the world.” He flung down the newspaper at your bed, you shakily took ahold of the articles. You could see the gallant statements of heroes, Shoto and Tsukuyomi having taken down the international villain, Marionette. You were pronounced dead at the scene—inconspicuous pictures of your supposed corpse with no discerning features.

He could see your confusion. “Aizawa and I are handling the rest. You’re getting a different identity; hopefully you like the name Y/N because I’m not even sure that’s your real name.” Shinsou was mildly, oh-so-very-fucking irritated that he didn’t even know your real name. He couldn’t even find this one simple fact about you.

You… couldn’t believe it. If what Shinsou was saying was true…. It was too good to be true. You could finally be free. Whatever they’d want of you, it couldn’t be as bad as the others. You felt warm emotions claw up, the composure you held for so many years crumbling at this possibility ahead of you.

Shinsou sat at the edge of your bed, watching you. Evaluating and gauging you. You were a trained and murderous assassin—but he could see that you fought for good. That you hadn’t lost your humanity. “Y/N… if that’s your name. Listen to me.” He held a hand to your cheek, gently. “We’re going to arrest everyone who’s been involved in this. And when we do, I want you to find peace.” He had been there. The desire for revenge, the desire to shout to the world that they were wrong—it was all-consuming and would burn the entirety of your soul.

“Shinsou…. I’m so tired. So tired.” You finally sobbed out. “I don’t want to kill anyone anymore. I don’t want to lose what’s left of me— Was it just too much to ask for a simple life where I can be happy?” You cried, probably disgustingly into your hands.

“A life of cat cafes and being a barista?” Shinsou ventured to ask. If anything, the words made you cry even harder. You tried to nod between all the hiccupping breaths and tears. You tried to stop, you tried to breathe—but it was so hard. Even as you tried to believe him, the fear that all of this was fake, that this would all be taken away like some cruel dream had you almost hyperventilating.

“Please tell me if this is a lie. If you’re going to send..” You tried to breathe, still losing more oxygen than you were taking in. “… Me to jail, just don’t torture me.” You beseeched him, imploring with your eyes—it was too cruel.

Shinsou could see how desperate you were; a hint of the lost little girl you must’ve been at one point. The girl who probably never had a chance of a childhood, of meeting friends, of growing up and falling love. How did it feel to have that all taken away from you with no choice?

Despite all his logic and rationale screaming at him that this could be the worst decision, that he would be yet another naïve hero you so disdainfully scolded—Shinsou leaned forward to kiss you, to give you the oxygen you deprived yourself of.

You were too shocked to cry more. Shinsou took that chance to give you his own breath, stealing what was left of your panic and just kissing the life out of you. If you thought he was hungry before, Shinsou was stealing what was left of your soul. He eventually lifted his mouth from yours, whispering gently. “If you promise you want to be good, Y/N, that you won’t kill anyone—that if I can believe you, I’ll do my best to save you.”

You gave a watery smile. “I want to be. I want to be someone that can atone for everything I’ve done.”

Shinsou brushed your hair back from your face, mindful of your injuries. “Just atone? Don’t you want a chance to try to be happy?” You… looked up at him.

“Do I deserve to try?” You dared to ask. You dared to even try hope.

“I think you do.” Shinsou murmured.

You hesitantly laced your fingers with his, hoping he wouldn’t pull away. Not that you could blame him if he hated you. “What if I told you… that you made me happy?” You were a little scared to meet his eyes, your gaze flitting nervously between his limp hand and his unreadable expression.

“I would tell you, I’ve never tried dating an assassin but I’d make an exception for you.” Shinsou laced his fingers firmly with yours and gave you another stolen, chaste kiss.

“But you definitely need to heal up before we talk about anything else.”

[anymal28]

Pre-SMP AU by @louisapennyfeather2021

Beginning Notes!

-This is a fan made story.  It’s based around possible events that could’ve happened before Tommy joined the SMP.  None of this is canon nor has it been confirmed by any of the creators.

-This is written as if it were being viewed through a camera.  Almost like an episode from a show or a movie.  But it’s also written as an actual story.

Narrative Inspiration from @ace.wing on Tiktok.

"Legends tell of a world. A realm where you have nothing to fear. No worries. No monsters hiding under your bed. A passage way to escape the darkness

*black and white images flash over a black screen quickly, only slow enough to catch a brief glimpse*

"A world where one could start over. Find meaning to a life they no longer know."

*more images flash across the screen*

"But we all know how quickly that story changes."

*images of war, fighting, and death flash across the screen*

"Legends tell of a monster that overtook the realm. One considered a God among mortals."

*yelling, arguing, screaming echos as more images flash*

"A creature so dark that even the brightest souls submitted to his rule. Faceless and merciless, the realm became his stage and the inhabitants his puppets to be controlled."

*images and conversations from the darkest moments echo*

"But there's always a hero, always someone to finally defeat the monster."

*"It was never meant to be" echos in multiple voices in the background as blurred images of hands salute on screen*

"But to understand the pain, the struggle, the happiness and fear-"

*"Remember..." The voice of a young british boy echos as images of a friendship flash on screen*

"We need to look back through the pages. Read back to the beginning again. We need to return..."

*"It's you and me, versus..." The young british boy's voice trails off as images flash rapidly. Voices and conversations get muddled and get louder and louder until it's silent and the screen is black.

"To the beginning."

*The Beginning lights up in the center of the screen for a few seconds before it goes dark

BAM, the screen changes somehow and all goes silent

Suddenly, there's quiet chirping and wind blowing in the background. The black screen starts to brighten to bright green. The camera pans to a grass covered hill full of bees, butterflies, and flowers.

Faint giggling is heard until a little boy in a red shirt comes running up the small hill. A slightly shorter boy in a green shirt comes running after him, clutching a dirty stuffed bee in his hand.

"You can't catch me Tubbo!" The red shirt boy laughs.

"I bet I can!" The green shirt boy calls back and they continue laughing as they run around the hill.

The red shirt boy slows down when light reflects off of something. He jumps over to it and crouches down. He moves grass aside to find the jagged edges of a half circle with purple around the middle and black around the rest of it. He stands as the green shirt boy runs up to him and tags his shoulder.

"I told you I could catch you!" He breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath.

He peaks over the red shirt boy's shoulder to see why he isn't responding, only to see the jagged circle.

"Woah, what's this?!" He asks in amazement. Both boys stare at it, making sure not to get cut on the edges.

"I don't know." The red shirt boy mumbles, in awe at the object.

"Let's go ask Phil!" The green shirt boy takes off down the hill. The red shirt boy follows as they hurry. The camera pans to a wood and stone cottage tucked at the edge of a forest. Fireplace smoke billows out of a chimney, farm animals wander the grassy area. Clothes are drying on the clothesline, firewood is stacked near a back door.

While the little boys are running home, in the barn next to the cottage, two older boys spar with old broom sticks.

One is tall with brown hair and a yellow tunic a few sizes too big for him. The other is a creature known as a piglin. He wears a hood over his head to hide his shaggy pink hair and piglin features. He hates that he looks different from the others.

They spare on hay bales and laugh as they jump around.

"Why are we even doing this, Wilbur? I thought we were going to make maps. I have to be home before sunset and we won't have time!" The piglin sighs, anxiously pulling at his hood.

"Oh, c'mon Techno! We have to spar to be ready! You never know what kind of big bad wars we could fight in one day!" Wilbur dramatically acts out fighting with his broomstick.

"You're crazy." The piglin shakes his head. Although he can't complain, he lives in a society where government belittles the people. He's lucky he has an escape from all of it by sneaking through the portal to see his friend and Phil.

"Only to those who don't know me." Wilbur jokes. The two continue sparing as the camera pans to the two little boys reaching the door to the house. The hurry inside to the kitchen where a man stands at a counter.

"Dad Dad!" The red shirt boy yells.

"Phil! Philza!" The green shirt boy yells at the same time.

They reach the man and he turns, although the camera stays at eye level with the little boys and doesn't reveal the face of the man.

"Look what we found on the hill!" The red shirt boy holds up the jagged circle. The man gently grabs it and holds it.

"What is it?" The green shirt boy asks.

"Oh my, it looks like you boys have found something special." The camera moves up to the face of the man.

"You see, this here is what we call a Disc. Very hard to retrieve, even harder to find." The man breathes a laugh, surprised at the find.

"Wow, really?" The red shirt boy asks in amazement.

"It's special! Just like our friendship, Tommy!" The green shirt boy jumps and hugs the red shirt boy.

"Oh yes, just like your friendship." The man crouches down to eye level with the boys. "You hold on tight to this, boys. And always remember that just like this disc, you boys are so special. Don't ever forget that."

*Screen goes black again*

It's quiet.

Until there's a quiet crackling, almost inaudible.

It grows and grows until it's a loud roar. Orange and yellow light up the edges of the screen until flames engulf the edges.

And it's chaos.

"Tubbo?! Tubbo, where are you?!" Tommy yells, searching around his room in the cottage for his friend.

"Come on, Tommy!" Wilbur appears and grabs Tommy's arm to drag him down the stairs and outside.

"But Tubbo!"

"Techno will find him, let's go!" Wilbur hauls Tommy up and races down the stairs, dodging flames and smoke until they break free outside. Wilbur races as far as he can before he trips, him and Tommy hitting the ground. They both flip around to see their home going up in flames in front of them.

Inside, TechnoBlade races through the cottage for Tubbo. He had gone home only to see chaos raining down. Screams as Ghast destroyed their home. TechnoBlade grabbed what he could and ran back through the portal in fear, only to see the home of his friends on fire.

"Tubbo!" Techno yells, flinching as a beam falls.

"Techno?!" Tubbo's voice is muffled. Techno bolts up the stairs and to the attic. He finds Tubbo clutching a brown satchel and huddling against the far wall.

"Come on, we have to go now!" Techno hurries through the flames and grabs Tubbo, Tubbo clinging to his chest like a koala and hiding his face. Techno rushes through the flames and out of the house just as parts inside begin to cave in. Techno runs to where Wilbur and Tommy stand.

"Tubbo, where were you?! What were you thinking!?" Wilbur crouches down and hugs Tubbo. He may not have ever been their brother, but that didn't mean Wilbur didn't care about him.

"I had to save the disc!" Tubbo cries as he clutches the singed satchel. Him and Tommy had stashed the disc in the attic for safe keeping. "Philza said the disc is special and I didn't want to lose it!"

"Wait, Dad! Wilbur, we have to help dad!" Tommy yells and tries to run to the cottage. Techno stops him and notices the anger on Wilbur's face.

"Dad left, Tommy. He left before the cottage even caught fire." Wilbur tries to keep calm because he knows how bad of a situation this is.

"What?" Tommy asks, heartbroken.

"Come on, we need to set up a place to sleep until morning." Techno avoids the topic. He sees the barn is still intact since it sits far enough away from the cottage. He leads the other three to the barn and they move up to the hay loft to sleep. Wilbur sets up a small nook made out of hay bales and lights a lantern for Tommy and Tubbo before hurrying down to the ground to talk to Techno. Techno grabs objects from the barn and stuffs them in a bag.

"What are you doing?" Wilbur whispers, trying to not alert the boys.

"I'm leaving, I'm finding Phil. He's an ass for leaving us- you guys, but he's all you have. I'm gonna find him." Techno grabs one of Phil's old horse riding cloaks from the barn closet and pulls it around him.

"So what, you're just going to leave us too?" Wilbur scoffs.

"I have nothing left in my home and I'm not letting this one get destroyed too. Not the way mine did, so I'm finding Phil." Techno vows, clipping the satchel over his shoulder.

"Well I'm coming with you." Wilbur starts to look around for another satchel, but Techno stops him.

"Not yet. You can't leave Tommy and Tubbo." Techno shakes his head and thinks. "Take them to the door, the one on our maps. They'll be safe there. Then come find me."

"You better not be lying to keep me from coming after you." Wilbur mutters, but accepts that he needs to help Tommy and Tubbo first.

"I promise." Techno claps a hand on Wilbur's shoulder before backing away and disappearing out the barn doors.

Wilbur hurries back up to the hay loft and finds the boys nearly asleep under another old cloak they found.

"Wilbur, what's gonna happen tomorrow?" Tommy asks, half asleep despite what they all just went through.

"Don't worry about that now, Tommy." Wilbur shushes and lays down next to Tubbo. Tommy stands up and moves to Wilbur's other side so he can hug his big brother.

"Don't worry about that now." Wilbur mumbles as the boys fall asleep. As soon as he closes his eyes, the screen goes black yet again.

Suddenly there's a lush, green forest. The camera takes a few shots of the different flora and fauna before the crunching of leaves and brush is heard. The camera pans to the back of their heads. One tall with brown hair followed by two short boys. One with blonde hair and one with brown.

The little boys follow the older boy through the woods, all carrying satchels or backpacks and wearing cloaks in case they get cold.

Tommy and Tubbo talk quietly to pass time, both tired from the previous night and the morning they've already had. They've already stopped for lunch and Wilbur keeps saying they're almost there.

Suddenly, Wilbur looks up from his map to see a wooden door surrounded by stone and covered in ivy vines. He hurries over to it, the boys right behind him. He pulls vines away until he sees the four letters carved on the door.

‘DSMP’

"This is it." He whispers.

"What, Wilbur?" Tommy asks, confused.

"The place we're looking for." Wilbur sighs, still amazed. The land that has been passed down in legend as the graceland.

The place where anyone could live freely and safely.

Him and Techno found it only once on one of their mapping expeditions. They never dared to enter, because once you enter, you can never leave.

"What is it?" Tubbo asks. It just looks like a door to him. Wilbur turns around and a half smile works on his face.

"I heard there was a sacred place, where we could live freely. This is that place, boys." Wilbur is almost red eyed as he says it.

He reaches and pulls the door open, squinting as bright, yellow light bursts through.

Through the door is a world he never imagined. Full of hope and no worries. He's almost tempted to go inside, but he has another agenda. He guides the boys to the entrance and they turn to face him as he crouches down.

"Okay boys, I need to leave now. I'm going to find Techno and Phil. I'll come back once I find them, okay?" Wilbur offers them a sad smile.

"Do you have to leave?" Tubbo asks, eyes brimming with tears and a pout on his face.

"I'll come back, just you wait." Wilbur stands. The two boys turn around and nervously walk through the portal. Once they do, they turn around to face Wilbur again. He smiles as he stands up and begins to close the door.

"I'll come back, I promise" and that's the last the two boys see of Wilbur as the door shuts.

While they were doing this, Techno returned to his home to see it in ruins. Skeletons litter the grounds, fire rages. It's a wasteland, still burning as if it's Hell itself. He's infuriated at the carnage because he knows. He knows this could've been avoided had their government and society been better. It all could've been better.

He finds a helmet of one of the Capitol soldiers, one modeled after a piglin skull. The camera pans to Techno's back where we see him remove his hood and strap the mask to his face. He pulls his shaggy hair into a small bun until it's long enough to be braided as is tradition in his culture.

He finds a blade sacred to the capitol and steals it for himself. What once was a sacred to the corrupt government will now lead to the downfall of all other governments.

Techno returns to the overworld and begins his search for Phil. He eventually meets up with Wilbur. As they search for Phil, they raid villages and learn the arts and crafting of potions, spell books, and even the reincarnation of ancient monsters known as Withers.

*Fast forward ten years*

*Yet another black screen*

Until loud whooping is heard and suddenly, teenage chaos ensues in what is personally known as Tommy's first day on the Dream SMP…

Written by @louisapennyfeather2021

Edited by anymal28

End Notes!

-Again, this is a fan made story.

Remember that the SMP is just a roleplay.  Anything said or done in the roleplay does not correlate with real life events.  Any insults or threats issued in the roleplay do not transfer into real life.  Please do not start hating on a creator for something they did in the roleplay.  That can hurt the creator and honestly makes you look like an idiot.

[allmyspideys]

Festival (h.o)

Summary: Harrison spotted a beautiful girl that he just needed to talk to. it's you. You're the beautiful girl

Warnings: light drinking, fluff, kissing, i guess a hint of a deep conversation

Words: 2k+

A/N: I felt really weird posting this bc I thought that my energies should be focused on the blm movement, but then I remembered that it’s okay to do both. You can be active and do other things, so to anyone worried that I don’t care or I’m not doing anything, don’t be. I am doing lots and if you want to talk about more ways to be active or educate yourself, come chat!! Anyway, I  really wanna go to a festival or like any social interaction... my extroverted ass is sad

It was supposed to be an easy weekend with Tom and Harry. He wasn't supposed to see a girl that would end up occupying his mind. It wasn't a boy's weekend per se, but they all needed a good fun weekend. But Harrison saw a beautiful, ethereal woman; her head was thrown back in laughter with her friends and the sun seemed to shine directly on her. He longed to hear that sound of her laughter. For a moment Harrison found himself thinking of every possibility of this woman: what are her eyes like?, her hair must be so soft, what does she enjoy?. Quickly though, he shook the thoughts out of his head and returned to Tom's story, but the image of the beautiful goddess was still in his head.

When your best friend invited you to a festival, you immediately said yes. It was exactly what you needed: a fun weekend away from work and full of music and new people. You loved the idea of meeting new people and bonding over your good artists. You were excited to say the least.

You and your friends were standing around, drinking, telling jokes, laughing, when you spotted a group of really cute guys. One of them was looking at you too, making you blush and turn away. He was with other guys of equal cuteness, but there was something about the sheer blueness of his eyes that pulled you in to him. It was as if you couldn't look away.

"Y/N let's go! Rex Orange County is starting soon!" your friend called to you and pulled you out of your trance. Still, as you walked away, you couldn't help but want to run into the blue eyed man again.

As you and your friends walked towards the stage, you looked around to admire all the people that were surrounding you. Part of you was looking for that guy who’s blue eyes were still ingrained in your memory. To call them blue would be an understatement. No, they were more like an electric cyan, but had the softness of a baby blue and a twinge turquoise. They were the color of young love; the nervous kind that went to the fair at night to look at the neon lights and buy raspberry cotton candy, but grew old to be warm and loving, if not a bit cheeky too. You began to wonder about him, all because of his stupid blue eyes. 

Though you and your friends had planned to get to the stage early, there were still many people that got there before you, making your spot to see one of your favorite bands farther back than you would have liked. Still, you were happy to be there and enjoying the buzz of everyone else around you. There was something special about festivals: the excited energy that combined with the chill attitudes and all summed up in the collective jump dancing. It was unlike anything else, that’s for sure. It really opened you up to opportunities that you’d normally question. For instance, hoping that the boy with the blue eyes would be legitimately interested and you’d actually meet him again. 

Just as you began to imagine the eyes once again, you bumped into something. Immediately turning to apologize, you were stopped by those blue eyes staring at you once again. 

“Hi,” you said with a breathless smile, “it’s you”. Quickly you realized how strange the statement was and began to stutter with an apology mixed with some comment about the concert, but thankfully, he understood.

“I’m Harrison,” he said, shaking your hand. It’s a total cliche, but it was true, there were sparks in that touch and there was no denying it.

“I’m Y/N”, again, a huge smile broke out on your face as you looked into those eyes that just kept popping up in your mind. 

The show began just as you both called your friends over. It was a bit of a strange meeting; this guy you had just met that was meeting all your friends, and you all his, but somehow it just made so much sense. Maybe it was the festival feeling, but something was just right about it. The lights were shining all around you and you let the music take you a place of pure feeling and happiness. You were dancing with your closest friends and about 500 other complete strangers, and yet, you felt the most connected with everyone than ever. Harrison found himself drifting to look at you; the pure contentment on your face and the freeness of your body in your dancing was absolutely amazing. He motioned to you, but you couldn’t hear him very well, so he took the opportunity to touch you, gently. Harrison pulled your face in close as he leaned to whisper in your ear. His breath was hot against your ear, but it caused shivers to run down your spine. 

“Do you want to get on my shoulders?” he asked.

“Are you crazy?” you laughed with wide eyes, “I can’t get up there!”

“Trust me. I won’t let you fall,” Harrison looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows. You let out a laugh and a gleeful scream as you took his hand. Harrison squatted down and gave you his knee, his eyes never leaving yours. After you got situated Harrison slowly stood back up, one hand’s fingers pressed into your thighs and the other interlaced with yours. You had to admit, the show was infinitely better from up there and Harrison made sure you were okay the whole time with an occasional squeeze of your hand. It was too soon to say you were falling, but there was a feeling running through your whole body that you were not ready to let go of. 

Harrison helped you off his shoulders as the show ended. Part of you was kind of sad that you wouldn’t have the feeling of his fingers pressing into your thighs and the occasional looks up to make sure that you were okay. The feeling was mutual for Harrison; he didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed having your legs over his shoulders and even if his mind went elsewhere with that idea, he enjoyed the simplicity of having that moment with you. Your friend turned to you, beaming with happiness, “Girl!! You wanna go get some drinks?? I’ll get the spot set up for fireworks”. You immediately knew that she had already invited Harrison’s friends to join you and was thinking of all the questions she was going to ask you on the ride back to the hotel. 

“I’ll come with,” Harrison perked up and looked to you for permission.

Not needing to answer, you winked at your friend and grabbed Harrison’s hand as you turned away to go find some drinks. You thought about holding it the whole way there, but decided against it. You had only just met and barely talked, but Harrison disagreed and as you let go, he tightened up, again looking to you for permission. You simply smiled and laced your fingers together. You had to admit, the fit of his fingers between yours was nearly perfect. It was a little tight, but only because you hadn’t held someone’s hand in a while, but the way his fingers wrapped around the back of your hand was the most amazing feeling that made you break out into a shit eating grin and caused flutters throughout your body. 

Once you got close Harrison ran ahead to begin collecting the drinks. 

“You go order the booze and I’ll grab everything else,” he said with a wink. Together you walked back to your friends, both arms full of goodies.

The fireworks started to go off, but neither you nor Haz could take your eyes off each other. You muttered to yourself again, those stupid eyes, as you watched the way the firework colors light up in his eyes. Honestly, it was magical; the way the firework color took over the almost translucent blue to become a wonderful purple or red in the glow of his eyes.

Harrison wanted to know everything about you. He wanted to know your passions and your loves, your past, things that you hated, especially the little things. He sat there looking at you with all this wonder and admiration in his eyes as you talked about your job and your future plans. He could see how passionate you were; he loved that you had dreams and were willing to go after them. Harrison was so enthralled by you and the light in your eyes that he didn’t realize you had finished until you said, “Harrison?”

“Oh! Uh,” he chuckled nervously, “sorry. I think it’s amazing that you know what you want to do and you’re going after it. It’s truly amazing… you’re amazing,” he said with a smile.

As you began to mention all the things he’s doing and the admiration you held for him, a young actor just trying his best and giving it his all, he stumbled over his thank you and turned the questions back to you.

“So,” you noted the curiosity in his eyes, “what don’t you like?”

Harrison marveled in the big laugh that you let out, again, finding himself thoroughly captivated in your stories. He couldn’t help but note the things that you loved and hated, just in case he needed them for future use. Meanwhile, you were taking as many mental pictures as possible to remember the look of someone who was truly interested in the things you were saying. It gave you hope; it gave you butterflies, no Harrison gave you butterflies. 

You talked about everything. Occasionally the conversation turned a little deep, but it was still so open. You felt free to be wholly you, the version of you that you wanted to be. Harrison helped bring that out of you. 

“You’re so great,” he said, looking down and biting his lip a little, “Why are you single? Wait, you are single right?” 

You could see the panic on his face, but you just chuckled, “yes, I am single”. Harrison looked at you expectantly. Had it been someone else or maybe somewhere else, you wouldn’t have answered truthfully. You would have said something like, “I enjoy it!” or “I’ve just been too busy to date anyone lately”, but you felt accepted enough to tell him the truth.

“I’ve been so scared to date anyone because I don’t date just to date. I want to actually like the person, right, and I thought if I got into a serious relationship while I was in university or just after that a few years down the road, after we’d become dependent on each other, that it would just crumble and I’d lose a friend. So I decided that not dating anyone would be better than losing someone I loved,” you looked away, unable to look at Harrison.

“You can’t live in fear like that,” he said while turning your face back to him, “but I understand”, and you knew he truly did. Once again, your body filled with those flutters as you looked into his eyes. 

The fireworks ended sooner than you would have liked and your friends began to pack up. Harrison routinely stole glances at you as he helped you pack away the day. Your friends began saying their goodbyes to the people they had grown close with over the day and your spirit started to fall. You tried to remind yourself to be happy that you got to experience everything, but you couldn’t help feeling a bit sad. Unwillingly you turned to Harrison to say goodbye and saw the same look in his blue eyes. Those stupid eyes, you thought. 

“Thank you,” you said. Harrison was rubbing your arms and looking deeply into your eyes. He was trying his best to remember the way that they looked.

“It was so amazing meeting you,” he said back. There was so much unsaid, but so much understood. 

As you were turning away from Harrison, the boy you had grown to have a huge, raging crush on, a smile broke out on your face. You were thinking of all the memories you’d think back on later that night and wish that you had asked for his number, email, something, but also be content in knowing that you had a moment. Harrison, however, was not content. He had just met this amazing woman that shook everything he thought he knew about girls. He was not done with you; he could not let you walk away. Quickly, Haz grabbed your arm and pulled you into him, placing another hand on the side of your face, steadying your body, and planting his lips on yours. At first you didn’t know what was happening, but very quickly, your body melted into his, and your lips began moving with his. 

It was everything you thought it would be. It was the fireworks you just saw. It was the spark that you felt when your hands touched for the first time. It was the flutters that took over your whole body and mind every time you looked into his eyes. It was the first time that Harrison saw you. It was the feeling of his fingers against your thighs. It was the pictures of you running through his head. It was the melody of your voice that filled his ears every time you spoke. It was everything you hoped and so so much more.

You broke for a minute and rested your head against Harrison’s, foreheads still touching and fingers still intertwined. You had a great day with a great guy and your friends. You met someone great. Harrison was feeling the exact same way. He never planned on meeting someone, much less meeting someone as amazing as you. It was meant to be an easy weekend and it turned out to be so much more. 

[wolfygirl1900]

My Guardian Crow

Chapter Four

It had been almost a week since Kara had found and cared for Itachi and he was healing very well. she'd visit him daily before chores, training, or even clan meetings with her father. She had told them both that there was a special barrier around the clan compound that protected them and kept spies from finding them and had gotten to know Kisame and him pretty well since the barrier let them relax a little more.

She smiled and went to their shared room since Kisame insisted on staying near Itachi. She decided to give them a room with two beds so they were both comfy. She knocked on the door and waited for Kisame or Itachi to answer. she beamed up at the shark man and said cheerfully. "Good morning, Kisa!"

Kisame smiled and shook his head at her little nickname. "Good morning, shorty." he said and laughed when she growled and puffed her cheeks out at him. "sorry, sorry.... pufferfish." he teased and laughed more when she made a whiney squeak at him defensively. he let her in and sat on his bed he had just made.

She set the tray of food on the nightstand between the two beds and gave Kisame his scrambled eggs. She sat on Itachi's bed and smiled at him. his eyes were still bandaged but he still had a happy smile when she was near. she placed his plate on his lap and blushed. "I'm sorry if it's a little burned. I was trying to make a breakfast version of Dango.... since I know how much you like it."

He smiled gently and found one of the skewers. He ate one of the waffle ironed Dango and almost melted. Kara blinked and smiled at him.

"you're a wonderful cook." he insisted and grinned at her, making her blush. He touched his bandages and sighed a little bit.

"What's wrong?" Kara asked, looking up at him when he sighed and watched him.

"When can I take these off? I want to see the beautiful face belonging to my sweet angel," he whispered so only she could hear and smiled at her. Kara's face reddened and she whined, hiding her face.

"I am not pretty I swear," she said and bit her lip. she blushed feeling his slender fingers brush over her cheeks and looked up at him.

"I don't honestly care about looks, kara. you'll still be beautiful to me," he reassured quietly and smiled at her. Kara blushed a little bit and smiled. she scooted closer and reached up, taking the bandages off carefully. she slipped the last of it off and watched him.

Itachi scrunched his face slightly at the new light and slowly blinked until his eyes adjusted to the light. His vision was blurry for several minutes but soon he could see clearly. He looked at kara and gasped blushing brightly. "i-i knew you were beautiful but I wasn't expecting this."

Kara blushed as bright as her hair and fidgeted looking away. she gasped a little and blushed as Itachi pulled her close.

"Thank you.... my sweet angel," he whispered in her ear and nuzzled her shoulder softly. Kara couldn't pull away from his strong grip and decided to relax into the hug. she blinked, feeling a wet spot forming on her shirt and smiled softly. she shifted and snuggled into him, closing her eyes.

"Am I interrupting something?" Akira asked from the door with a small smirk and stepped in slowly. Kara jumped at her brother's voice and looked at Itachi. She helped him wipe his face and smiled at him.

Itachi gave her a small smile and turned his stony face back on as he always did when they were with others. Akira smiled as Kuro trotted in meowing loudly as if telling them his thoughts and hopping on his bed kneading on Itachi's lap.

The Uchiha gently petted him and smiled at the cat. "So why are you visiting, Akira?"

the blind male turned his head towards Itachi and said. "our father asked me to come to get kara for the clan meeting....." the corner of his lips twitched slightly as kara groaned and flopped back. on Itachi's bed.

"Do I really have to? you know I hate getting dressed up like a stupid porcelain doll.... those kimonos are too stuffy and hot, I can't breathe properly and I have to put my hair up in those stupidly complicated ass styles.... not to mention that whenever I try to help papa, the elders always either ignore me or interrupt me and tell me to be quiet," she complained and scrunched her fingers in her hair in frustration.

"Kara, it's so we're prepared to take over after dad retires or dies." Akira said gently and smiled at her sympathetically. "And some of the elders listen to you, they just don't like to admit when you're right or have a good idea."

kara huffed and whined. "what's the point? Hotaru or you are probably gonna be chosen as the clan leader. plus I really don't want to go, I have other things to do that are important to. the clan festival is in a few days and I wanted to help get it ready."

Akira sighed and said. "You don't know that for sure, little sister." He stepped closer and petted her hair gently. "Plus dad would be sad if you skipped. you're his favorite kid after all."

Kara rolled her eyes and said. "I am not." She sat up and hugged him. Akira hugged her back and rubbed her back.

"I'll help you get ready... find you something that isn't so stuffy." he offered and touched her cheek gently pausing for a moment and felt under her eyes where she had started to get dark circles from lack of proper sleep.

"kara? What happened? your eyes feel kind of puffy." he asked concerned and tilted his head slightly.

Kara sighed and decided to be honest with him. "I haven't been able to get a good night's sleep for a few days..."

Akira furrowed his brow worriedly and asked. "Is it because of nightmares?"

she nodded and sighed. "yeah... you'd think after five years I'd be okay.... but....." she whispered and bit her lip.

Akira was about to say something when their loud red-haired brother burst in and sighed.

"AHA!!! I knew it, I knew you two were nothing but trouble!!!" Hotaru yelled and rushed to fight with Itachi and Kisame but was stopped by ice that suddenly covered one foot, tripping him.

Kara watched him face plant into the hardwood floor and Akira pulled away and grabbed their brother's braid dragging him out.

"oh, and Kara?" Akira said just before leaving and gave her a sweet smile. "I'll tell dad you're not feeling well and need some rest, so go take a nap or something, okay?"

Kara smiled back and said. "thanks.... and you're my favorite now."

Hotaru struggled against Akira's dragging and whined when Kara chose Akira over him again. Kara snickered hearing him challenging him to a duel somewhere in the hallway and shook her head.

"well... that was interesting," Itachi commented and smiled at kara.

Kara smiled at him and asked. "Are my eyes really that puffy?"

Itachi inspected her and made a hand gesture that usually meant kinda. "he is right though, you do need sleep."

she sighed and nodded looking away.

"you know... if you ever feel the need to, you can come bother us when you have nightmares?" Kisame offered and smiled at her gently.

Kara smiled at him and said, "Thanks, I'll remember next time, Kisa."

Itachi smiled slightly and nodded as well. He paused when Kazumi poked his head in and watched curiously.

"Hey cuz, you skipping the meeting this time?" he asked and stepped in smiling.

she yawned and nodded. "Yeah, Akira told me I should take a nap." she said and rolled her eyes slightly.

Kazumi nodded and thought for a moment. "Well, if you don't actually want to sleep we could go to the special hot springs that yazi has taken us to." he said and smiled at him.

she looked at Itachi and Kisame thoughtfully and said. "Well, it would help Itachi get better faster...."

Itachi perked up a little bit although his face didn't show much.

"Perfect, we'll all get ready and meet up in say.... ten or twenty minutes?" he said and smiled at them all. "We'll meet in the courtyard, under that cherry tree."

Kara nodded and smiled at her cousin. she stood and said. "I'll be back." She went to get a backpack and put a few things for them. she hummed putting in towels, extra clothes, and a few small things and went back to the other two.

"Are you ready?" she asked and smiled. Kisame nodded and helped Itachi.

"We don't have much," he said.

"it's okay, we don't need much." Kara said and smiled at them. She helped Itachi as well and led them to the cherry tree. Kazumi soon arrived and smiled at them.

"Ready when you are." he said and smiled. He took his cousin's bag and watched as she changed into her dragon form. He helped Kisame get Itachi on her back and then got on as well. Kara took off carefully and flew to the springs. Itachi looked around curiously and laughed quietly to himself. The wind felt wonderful and the view of the trees below was amazing.

Kara smiled hearing the quiet laugh and purred slightly. She liked the sound of it and wanted to keep making him happy. She soon began to slowly descend and smiled, smelling the sulfur and sweet wildflowers.

Itachi looked around at the mixture of different shades of greens, blues, and purples and let the awe show on his face. The trees formed a special shield around the steamy crystal aquamarine-colored springs. The tan and grey stones and boulders created the perfect circle trapping the hot waterfall inside.

Kara smiled and let him and the others off before changing back. Kazumi smiled and set their bags in a safe spot before he stripped down. He slipped into the water and swam around for a few moments.

Kara smiled and began to do the same pausing to peek at Itachi.

he was looking away glimpses of a dark blush showing through his dark hair.

Kisame chuckled slightly and smirked at kara. "someone definitely works out a lot."

Kara rolled her eyes at Kisame and smirked back. "Oh shush and get undressed, both of you." she said and looked at Itachi once more. she waded into the warm water until it was deep enough for her to begin swimming. she soon leaned her head back wetting her hair and slicked it back before looking at the guys. "Come on, slowpokes."

Itachi looked at his friend for help and gulped slightly. the image of kara's lithe slender body, a few small scars peppered her smooth fair skin, and oh did she have curves in all the right places.

Kisame smiled slightly at Itachi and nodded quietly and knowingly. He helped Itachi to a secluded area and the two men undressed and got into the water. Kisame stretched slightly and smirked a little bit before leaving his friend to fend for himself.

Itachi glared at Kisame half-heartedly and dipped down to where only his eyes were above the water to hide the dark blush that was forming. that image of kara naked wouldn't leave his mind... thanks to his stupid Sharingan the memory was now burned into his memory.

"Why so pensive, dear?" a silky feminine voice asked next to him, making Itachi almost jump out of his skin. He looked up to see a deep blue and white dragon with fins framing her face and started studying her for a moment.

he sighed and answered a little awkwardly. "I just... I'm not used to... co-ed hot springs..."

the female dragon snickered slightly and lowered her head to be eye level with him. "We dragons aren't ashamed of our bodies as you humans are~." she purred, flirting slightly. "however you smell like you've been claimed by one of us... our dear kara to be exact."

Itachi was glad they were in the hot water because now he could hide the blush that had been stuck on his cheeks. "We haven't done anything." he said and watched him. the dragon laughed and smiled.

"You don't have to mate with each other to be claimed by a dragon, my dear. I can tell you've been injured previously and she's been taking care of you mainly.... am I wrong?" she asked and smiled.

he looked away slightly and tensed a little, noticing kara swimming over.

"Hey Suki, how are you?" the redhead asked and smiled oblivious to Itachi's current issue.

the dragon smiled and said. "I'm doing quite well, dear. yazi will be happy to know I'll be laying our eggs soon."

Itachi blushed watching kara but blinked. He looked up at suki and asked. "you're yazi's mate?"

Suki looked at the Uchiha and nodded. "yes. he's a good mate." she answered and smiled kindly. she purred, making the water ripple around them and watched him. she playfully pushed him closer to kara with her tail and smirked before going back under.

Itachi glared at where she disappeared and hesitated to look at kara.

Kara blinked slightly and blushed looking up at him. she smiled at him and touched his cheek gently. "Are you okay?"

Itachi nodded tight-lipped and hoped she didn't notice his issue. He mentally cursed his eyes and gulped when she touched his cheek before finally slowly looking at her.

She smiled and hugged him, blushing brightly when she felt something long and hard poking at her thighs. She didn't say anything and pretended not to notice. She did notice how tense itachi suddenly got and peeked at him. He was hiding his face in his hair before he hugged back, hiding it against her shoulder instead.

Kisame smirked a few feet away and waited until Itachi looked up before gesturing for his best friend to have some naked fun with kara.

itachi gave him a half hearted death glare but otherwise kept talking to kara and suki. Kara smiled up at him and tugged his hand gently before leading him to the others. itachi tried not to stare at her lovely toned ass and swallowed trying to keep his mind out of the gutter to give her some respect.

Kara smiled at him with a light blush and said. "the waterfall is good for meditating if you would like to join me?"

itachi stiffened and stammered slightly. "ah, n-no. i-i'm just... why don't w-we swim around some more?"

Kara blinked at his reaction and swam closer to him again touching his forehead slightly. "Are you feeling okay? Do you feel overheated?"

Kisame snorted, stifling a laugh and smirked at itachi. poor itachi couldn't seem to form an actual sentence for a moment and the shark man answered for him. "Itachi is just.... overwhelmed by the beauty of his surroundings." he smirked a little more, showing his sharp teeth and added quietly. "so to speak."

Itachi's eye twitched just slightly and he ignored his friend.

Kara blinked a little bit, seeming pretty innocent for a moment before blushing brightly and nodded looking away shyly.

Itachi watched her and swallowed slightly. He gasped slightly, blushing just as bright as her hair when something very large with smooth scales pushed him into kara. He froze for a moment seeing that he was now inches away from her face and forgot how to think for a few minutes.

Kara blushed and watched him getting herself lost in his eyes as they stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. she felt a little disappointed when he pulled away and reached out to touch his hand. "Are you feeling any better?"

he looked at her and nodded. "nothing really hurts now... I actually am feeling a lot better, thank you kara."

Kara smiled at him and swam away, slightly going to the waterfall. She carefully climbed onto the rocks and began to meditate.

Itachi watched her and took a few deep breaths, calming himself down completely despite seeing her fully nude. he swam over and carefully got up, settling next to her meditating as well.

Kara smiled a little without opening her eyes and breathed slowly, relaxing her body letting out any negative energy out through her slow exhales. she peeked at him with one eye and smiled seeing that he seemed to be doing the same. It was nice to relax and meditate with someone. somehow she felt more relaxed in his presence and smiled softly. she looked at the sky seeing that it was early afternoon and her stomach growled a little bit. she blushed and jumped a little hearing his soft chuckle.

"time for a break?" he asked and smiled down at her. Kara stared up at him and nodded. She slowly looked down at his body and blushed a little bit more. He was lean but also had muscles. her eyes got stuck on his stomach and her ears burned as his soft chuckle snapped her out of it.

he smiled gently but his eyes had a glint of amusement in them. "Come on, little dragon. let's go eat." he teased softly and went to the shore where their things were. Kara followed suit and smiled, going to her bag and bending over to grab the towels. she paused hearing a strangled gurgling behind her and turned to see itachi facing away from her stiffly. she blinked slightly but soon noticed the scarlett tinge to her ears and blushed as well realizing what he might have seen. she quickly wrapped one of the large towels around herself quickly and went over to him. she froze slightly seeing something of his standing at attention and gulped a little bit. she turned away and blushed brightly, tossing the towel on his head.

"h-here..." she stuttered and went to her bag to grab a towel and her sweatshirt and shorts. She quickly dressed and hid her face with her towel covering her head.

Kisame watched them and smirked while swimming to the shore. He grabbed dry shorts for Itachi and himself and stretched a little bit. Kazumi came back to shore as well and put on his boxers grabbing the picnic basket and blanket setting it all up with the food. He sat down and summoned his guitar from a special sealing scroll.

"of course you'd bring that." Kara teased and smiled at him sitting near him glancing at Kisame and Itachi as they came over to join them. She nibbled on a cookie and listened to Kazumi playing his guitar humming along softly.

Itachi watched her smiling softly and ate politely elbowing Kisame's side as he whispered a rather risque joke in the uchiha's ear. He watched her some more and smiled softly as the two cousins worked on a song together. his expression fell slightly remembering his own cousin and missed him for a moment.

Kara noticed his sad expression and bit her lip slightly. she shifted and pulled a bag of dango she had been hiding. She went over to itachi and sat next to him, placing the bag on his lap. she watched as surprise replaced the sadness and pain in his eyes and smiled gently. "missing your brother?"

Itachi opened the bag smiling softly and looked at her. "yes but I was thinking about my cousin, shisui."

"isn't that the name of one of your crows?" she asked and tilted her head curiously.

he nodded and said. "yes but it's because of that sharingan eye he has...." he fiddled with one of the dango as he sighed and told her what happened to shisui. He looked at her again and expected to see pity in her eyes however that wasn't the case.

Kara listened and kissed his cheek. "at least you have a piece of him left... he must have cared very deeply about you to keep watch over you with that crow." she said and smiled softly.

Itachi was slightly stunned by her answer but smiled at her, poking her forehead. "you're right."

The rest of the afternoon passed seemingly way too quickly. Kara looked at itachi and tugged his sleeve gently.  she smiled slightly when he looked at her and asked. "Come with me?" She took his hand and led him to a high up spot where the trees weren't in the way. she smiled at him and said. "I figured you wouldn't mind watching the stars with me."

Itachi smiled and nodded. "Sounds wonderful." he said and sat down laying back next to her as she did the same. He watched the night sky and peeked at her smiling softly. He used his Sharingan to memorize how the moonlight looked on kara and whispered. "beautiful."

Kara heard him and blushed looking up at him. "the sky?" she asked innocently but she had a feeling that he had meant her since he was still staring at her.

his lips tweaked up into a small grin and he answered. "both, but mostly my angel."

she blushed and looked away shyly. she heard shifting next to her and looked over at itachi. she blushed brightly seeing how close he was now and looked at him.

itachi smiled gently and lifted one of his large hands poking her forehead with two of his slender fingers. "We should probably head back home soon."

she blinked a little bit at the poke but nodded sitting up. "yeah... let's go."

The two of them walked back to the others and Kara smiled, changing into her full dragon form. She waited for the guys to get on and flew back home. she landed carefully and let them get off before changing back to human. She smiled at them and paused flinching as she heard her father yelling her name. she looked over at the tall waist-length red-haired male who was walking over with her brothers trailing behind him.

Kara turned to face her father and widened her eyes slightly as he hugged her tightly.

"I was worried when I didn't see you at dinner.... I'm glad you're safe." he said softly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Kara blinked a little bit and then smiled, lifting her head to kiss her father's stumbled cheek gently. "I'm sorry, papa. I just thought if I took Itachi to the dragon springs it would help his injuries."

"Wait, what?!" hotaru gasped and growled glaring at itachi and kisame. "So you saw my dear baby sister naked?!"

Kara glared at her brother and watched as Akira bonked the redhead male with his sword's sheath. she sighed as the two brothers fought over the issue and growled irritated.

"and this is why kisame is my favorite now." she announced to both of them and watched them look at her in shock and sadness.

"b-b-b-but..." they both stuttered in unison and winced as she glared at them.

"Kisame and Itachi are part of our family now, I expect you two to treat them as such, understand?" she growled lowly and glared.

Kisame blinked slightly and tried his best not to laugh at the situation. He smiled softly and watched her fuss at her brothers.

akira was the first to calm down and looked at the two former akatsuki. "as long as you keep my sister safe, i have no problems with you." he said calmly in a kind tone and smiled.

Itachi sighed and said, "We should all get some rest, it's getting late."

[areluctantsblog]

Okay, but this screams spidershield, so here we go...

(i use the screenshot to avoid hate)

tw: marks

***

Peter loved how much bigger his boyfriend was next to him, especially now that they’d been dating for a while and it had finally sunk in for Steve that he couldn’t break his enhanced lover no matter how tiny and slender he was. So, he started to heed Peter’s encouragements of Harder! and Faster! and they both were happier for it.

Peter loved the soreness after Steve pounded into him in various positions for an hour and wished that it would last until next morning, but it never did. Bruises and love bites faded all too quickly too.

The first time Steve noticed Peter searching his skin for any markings the morning after they had sex, he completely misunderstood and asked Peter in a worried tone whether he left any injuries. The boy shook his head but couldn’t meet his lover’s eyes.

Steve didn’t let it drop but asked him again what the matter was, stepping closer to him and lifting his head up by a gentle hand on his chin. Peter blushed a deep pink, cock already hardening as Steve towered over him, and confessed that he actually wanted the marks.

“I want to know that they are there. To remind me of you during the day. To remember how you fucked me and filled me up and claimed me,” he whimpered and looked away.

However, Steve loved how easily Peter got turned on by him, so he dropped on his knees and sucked off his boyfriend but not before giving him a few new hickeys on his hips.

“Will you remember now?” he asked after swallowing Peter’s cum and looking up at him.

Peter’s knees almost gave out, but he nodded happily and thoroughly enjoyed that day up until the moment that the marks faded in the afternoon. Marking him after they woke up was a nice idea and Peter was all for it, but they didn’t have time to have sex in the morning and he’d still be left without anything of Steve’s soon after lunch break.

Seeing how much it meant for Peter to bear the signs of their love, Steve made sure to cherish them whenever they were together. He would suckle on the crook of Peter’s neck as soon as he arrived and let his gaze slide down towards it frequently as they ate dinner. Peter practically squirmed under his attention.

Steve made marking up his boy part of their foreplay, too, so that they have more time to enjoy them. It wasn’t a special kink for him, but to see the way Peter loved being claimed turned him on to no end.

Young as Peter was, the bruises remaining on his skin often led to another round in front of the full body mirror in the bathroom. Steve would bend him over the sink and fuck his sensitive hole, murmuring praises into his ear, or he would give him a blowjob while Peter admired the angry reds fade into purple than disappear.

Their love life was exciting and satisfying, but Peter’s desire to be marked by Steve was insatiable. He came up with newer and newer ideas to have some sort of a reminder on - or on some occasions in - him that reminded him of Steve.

One day Steve was arriving after his usual run with Sam and he waved in the direction of the couch where Peter was sitting with his tablet, but before stepping closer he wanted to get rid of his hoodie. The temperature difference between the street and their apartment made him sweat, so he discarded the hoodie on the back of one of the armchairs before bending over to kiss Peter.

They loved to kiss upside down and Steve could tell that Peter was very much in the mood for sex. He run his hand down the boy’s torso, then between his legs. The feeling of Peter’s hardening cock made him hum contentedly.

“Let me just shower real quick,” he said when he pulled away.

Peter pouted but smiled and told him to hurry up. By the time Steve got back out Peter waited for him sprayed out naked on the sofa. He beamed as Steve knelt beside him and started to bite his way up his body.

When he reached the side of Peter's neck, he licked into his ear and asked if he was prepared.

“For an hour,” Peter admitted, blushing.

Steve chuckled. “I could tell that you are ready for it today.”

“When am I not?” Peter asked, capturing his lover’s lips.

Steve laughed. “But there are times when you just need it, aren’t there?” Peter’s only answer was his deepening blush. “I really love these times,” Steve assured him.

Their foreplay was as exciting as ever, but Steve could tell that something was off. Peter was fidgety, more turned on and more embarrassed at the same time. Despite all the things they’d done, sometimes Peter’s cheeks still flushed at Steve’s praises, but that day was different. Oddly, it seemed as if Peter’s reactions wouldn’t have been synchronised with what Steve was doing.

When the curious sensation didn’t want to go away, Steve pulled out his fingers and asked Peter.

“Is anything wrong, love?”

Peter immediately shook his head. He tried to hold Steve’s gaze, but his eyes shifted and he seemed to focus at a point behind Steve. The crazy idea of someone standing there and spying on them seized Steve, so he quickly turned around to check. When he saw no one, he looked back at Peter.

“What is it?”

Peter whimpered and squirmed, and it suddenly clicked. He got like this when he wanted to ask Steve to do something to him. Something new. His cock twitched at the idea.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

Peter’s gazed shifted again. Steve pushed two fingers back into Peter and started massaging his prostate.

“Tell me, Peter. Let me make you feel good.”

Peter cried out, and buried his face in his hands, but the way his hips kept bucking upwards to meet Steve’s thrusts told him that he felt too good to resist.

“Your hoodie,” Peter whimpered. “Let me wear it, while I ride you? Please?”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “But it’s filthy,” he said automatically.

“It’s yours,” Peter whined.

“You’ll get sweaty,” Steve warned but the image sent a jolt of arousal through him.

“I want it,” Peter assured.

Steve leaned down and sucked on his cock a few times before he pulled his hand free and walked to get the hoodie.

Peter looked a right mess when he got back. Spread-eagled, sliding down from the couch, one of his knees still pulled to his chest, pretty pink rim fluttering after the attention Steve paid to it, and big, shiny eyes on the hoodie in Steve’s hand. Peter reached out for it breathing heavily, but Steve raised up his hand.

“Stand.”

Peter needed to catch Steve’s arm for support as he raised to his feet.

“Hold up your arms, baby,” Steve ordered. “I’ll dress you in my dirty clothes. Make you parade in them. Would you like that?” he teased as he started to pull it on Peter. His boy let out the prettiest moans in response.

When he finished, Steve stepped behind Peter and covered his eyes. “Let me walk you to the mirror. Want you to see how big this thing looks on you. Covers your pretty ass, but the way your cock tents it is delicious. Look, baby,” he said pulling his hand away as they stepped in front of the mirror.

Peter whined and reached with one completely covered hand to take his cock and started shamelessly rutting against the worn inner surface of the hoodie. Steve let him do it for a few seconds but then pulled his hand away.

“Don’t touch. Want you to come on my dick. You said you’ll ride me in my hoodie, didn’t you?”

Peter nodded, thrusting his hip forward to chase the friction of the coarse material. Steve walked back to sit on the sofa. He let Peter stand in front of the mirror for a few seconds, but then he called out.

“Come here, baby. Slowly,” he added. “Fuck your hickies go so well with that colour. You are wrapped up all in me. Do you like it?”

Peter reached him by then but didn’t sit down. Steve knew that sometimes he needed instructions and he was more than willing to give them.

“Don’t sit down yet. Turn around. I want to see your pretty ass revealed from under my hoodie,” he explained. “Lean forward, that’s it,” he praised. He placed one huge hand on Peter’s buttocks and pulled them apart. “You look delicious,” he said before licking Peter’s hole. “That’s it, fuck my hoodie as I eat you out,” he encouraged flicking his tongue inside Peter through his already loose rim.

They played liked that for a few minutes, but Peter’s knees repeatedly threatened to give out, so Steve stopped and pulled his boy onto his lap. He craved to touch Peter’s cock, but he contented himself with rubbing against it through his hoodie as the boy lowered his body on him.

“Fuck,” Peter gasped as his hole stretched around his lover’s wide girth. He didn’t need long to adjust and started riding Steve in a few seconds.

Steve just held onto his hips at first, but then, to Peter’s immense pleasure. he started to get creative with the hoodie. He seized the neck of it and pulled Peter closer to himself, not quite kissing him, but licking his lips. This way Peter’s angle changed, but his movement was also restrained. He moaned and whined, craving more but loving every sensation he got.

When Steve eventually let go, he allowed Peter to ride him for a few minutes before starting to tease him again. He pulled the boy’s hands away from his own shoulders and rolled the sleeves of the hoodie back down all the way. He crossed Peter’s wrists behind his back, half hugging him as he held strongly onto the loose sleeves, forcing Peter to bend slightly backwards.

Peter needed a few seconds to find a rhythm again, but then he cried out in pleasure, for now his cock was pressed against Steve’s stomach and he could get all the friction on the hoodie he wanted. As Steve felt his thrusts become erratic, he held on more tightly to the sleeves and put a steadying hand on Peter’s back.

“That’s it, baby, ride me. Don’t hold back, ahh, ahh, baby like that,” he encouraged, then, when Peter’s body tensed, he stood up lifting Peter and started thrusting into him, chasing his own orgasm as his boy’s hole clenched around him. Peter moaned and hissed, already becoming sensitive but craving to be filled. Steve didn’t make him wait long.

After they collapsed on the couch, panting, both were speechless for a long time. Then, Steve caressed Peter’s cheek and told him with a chuckle.

“You’ve ruined this hoodie for me forever.”

[salty-levi]

Club Levi (Part 1)

Shit shit shit. The last meeting ran wayyy too long. Erwin wasn’t going to be happy. You sprinted down the hallways, eyes scanning the golden plates next to the walls, searching for the engraved number 118. You barged through the doors, straightening yourself up before taking your seat at the near-empty conference table. 

“You’re late brat.” Levi crossed his arms and glared at you. 

“Yeah yeah. I just closed a case, get off my back.” You threw your manila folder at his head, chuckling when he caught it. The fucker always had good reflexes. 

“(L/N), Ackerman, knock it off. Sit down and shut the hell up.” Erwin’s stern voice echoed through the small conference room. He couldn’t help but sigh as the two of you made a couple more snide remarks to one another before settling down. As much as he hated the constant bickering, he knew you two were his best agents. 

Erwin switched on the overhead projector, bringing a detailed presentation onto the screen. 

“Your next contact is Zeke Jaeger. Age 29, 183 cm, as you can see he’s a shaggy man with glasses. Kind of hard to miss.” Erwin paused, trying to figure out what to say next. 

“The man is the leader of a very prominent gang and he is a very distinguished drug dealer, gun thief, you name it. He’s very dangerous. We need the two of you to infiltrate his nightclub and plant a chip in his phone.” 

You smirked a bit. “That’s it? That should be easy.” 

“Not quite.” Erwin switched over to the next slide. “This nightclub is guarded heavily. It won’t be easy to get in. I have a contact, I can get your names on the list, but that won’t guarantee you get in.”

“And if we can’t?” Levi leaned forward in his seat. 

Erwin paused. “Use any means necessary. This needs to be done, otherwise, the whole town will go to shit. These men are disgusting. They would probably take a sexual favor.” 

“Ewww.” You cringed, faking gagging noises. 

Erwin chuckled at your antics. “I’m not expecting you to deliver. Just take them somewhere private and quietly take them out.” 

“Understood. Quick question though. How are we supposed to get to his phone? I can’t imagine an underworld boss leaving his phone sitting around.” You questioned. 

“He’d be a dumbass if he did.” Levi frowned. 

“Zeke has a VIP section. He invites a group of girls to dance with him, make out with him, and probably more. Make yourself look sexy and flaunt your assets to get his attention.” Erwin responded. 

“What assets?” Levi smirked. 

“Shut the hell up!” You chuckled a bit. He was right. You were kind of an ordinary Jane. Time to pull yourself together and look sexy. 

“Just channel your inner peacock.” Levi chuckled a bit at his own joke. 

“Seriously Levi, shut up.” You frowned. 

“(Y/N) Do whatever you have to do to get to that phone.” Erwin reminded you, eyes boring into your small frame. 

“Why can’t Levi do it?” 

“I’m sure me grinding on him wouldn’t have the same effect,” Levi gave you an exasperated look. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image. Levi in a miniskirt with stripper stilettos and a shirt showing off his man cleavage. Yeah, you’d pay good money to see that. “Why don’t you do it, Levi? I’d love to see that.” 

“I would not.” Erwin sighed. “Can we please finish up?”

“No one’s stopping you.” Levi leaned back in his chair. 

Erwin cleared his throat. “I don’t want this to end violently. Last thing we need is to get wiped out by his gang. Get in there quietly and get out quickly. 

“Got it, boss.” You nodded your head. 

“Good. Move out as soon as possible. Your disguises are downstairs.” Erwin pursed his lips. “Be safe you two. Dismissed.” 

You and Levi stood up and walked out of the conference room. Levi was being rather quiet. Not that he’s ever particularly loud, but tonight it felt like something was off. 

“Are you scared?” You asked. 

“No. We’ll make it out.” He paused a minute. “We always do.” 

It was almost as if he was trying to convince himself you guys were going to make it out of this mission alive. You smiled softly at him and grabbed his hand. Even if you gave him some reassurance, that’d make you happy. Your heart started to race when he squeezed your hand tighter. 

You smiled when you reached the disguise room. The wonderous place was filled with everything from luxurious ballgowns to worn and dirty rags. There was a costume for every situation. It was always fun for you to go down there and dress up. 

“What do you have for us today Asher?” You questioned. 

“Oh hey (Y/N), Levi.” The cheery brunette nodded. “I have one hardass.” Asher handed Levi a pile of clothes. “Aaaand one slut.” He tossed you a small pile of clothes. Very small. 

“What? I don’t even get a jacket?” You pouted. 

“Hey, you’re supposed to be a bimbo.” Asher shrugged. “Believe it or not, I know what I’m doing when it comes to disguises. I haven’t failed you yet lass.” He winked. “Now get dressed.” 

You sighed and slid in one of the fitting rooms. You couldn’t help but sigh when you unfolded the tiny dress. Yeah, that definitely wasn’t going to cover your ass. Well, you had to do it, for the mission. You slid the thin fabric onto your body, sighing when you couldn’t reach the zipper. The large mirror in the fitting room showed you the end result. Your legs were on full display, cleavage up to the sky as the dress hugged your curves. You hated the idea of walking around the nightclub like this. Lots of girls went in bejeweled long sleeve shirts and shorts. Why did you have to go looking like a cheap prostitute? You sighed and pulled the curtain back, cheeks flushing when you saw a shirtless Levi standing in the room. 

“Why don’t you just use the fitting rooms?” You threw your shirt at him. 

“No need.” Levi slipped the black distressed shirt onto his muscular frame. “Do you need help?” 

“Yeah, can you zip me?” You turned around, pulling your wavy hair out of the way. 

Levi’s gentle fingertips ghosted across your back as he held the fabric together. You nearly shivered at his touch, enjoying the feeling of his soft fingertips gently touching you, lingering for only a moment. 

“There.” His cheeks flushed ever so slightly. “Now let’s get this over with.”

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You and Levi stood in front of the extravagant nightclub, purple lights flashing through the darkened windows. You could hear the steady bass drumming through the doors as the bouncer let a couple of blondes inside. 

“Remember we have to blend in,” Levi whispered, hand wrapping around your waist. 

“I know.”

 “Got the chip?” 

You pulled the chip out from your bra, showing him the small piece of metal. “Yep.” 

“I would have taken your word for it.” Levi rolled his eyes. 

“I needed to reassure myself. Let’s go.” You wrapped your arm around his waist. 

Levi played along, pulling you flush against his body as the two of you walked to the entrance. 

The bouncer held his hand up. “S’full. No one else goes in.” 

You mentally cursed. Of course, this wasn’t going to be easy. Time to put on your best bimbo act. 

You pouted your lips and bat your eyelashes at Levi. “Baby I wanted to go here.” You whined in a childish voice, tugging on his shirt. 

“I’m working on it, sweetheart.” Levi pulled you closer, eyeing up the large man in front of him. “Come on, what’ll it take? I’ve got money. How much you want?” Levi pulled out his wallet, flashing a large wad of 100s to the bouncer. 

The man snickered a bit. “I don’t want money. But there is a way I’ll let you in”

“Anything mister.” You beamed, shaking Levi’s arm a bit. God, it was embarrassing acting like a childish tweenager. At this point, you were willing to do almost anything to get inside so you can drop the facade. 

“Show me.” The bouncer grinned mischievously, an evil look plastered on his face. 

Your heart dropped in your stomach, instant fear hitting your every nerve. You didn’t know why. Erwin told you this was a possibility. You backed away slowly, hands gripping Levi’s muscular arm tighter. “What?”

“Lift your dress. Show me everything.” 

“No. We’ll be going somewhere else.” Levi frowned and wrapped his arm tighter around your waist. 

You shivered as the cold breeze drifted over your bare arms. “How are we going to get in? The windows are all barred up.” You pointed towards the iron bars covering the tinted glass. 

“I’m not going to let you flash him.” Levi hissed, eyes looking for a way in. 

“It’s our only chance, Levi!” You pulled your arm away from him, walking towards the entrance. “I don’t even have to flash him, we just have to get him out here. Then you can take him out.”

Levi grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. “You heard what Erwin said. No violence. We’ll find another way in.” 

You sighed. “Levi, Erwin told us to do this.” 

“I don’t care.” 

You rolled your eyes. What a gentleman. “Okay genius. How are we getting in?” The windows were barred, the entrance was guarded, and by the looks of it, you couldn’t just walk through the back door.

“There.” Levi pointed towards the door. A barkeep clad in black dress pants and a black button up shirt barged through the door, 2 overflowing trash bags dragging across the ground as he ran towards the dumpster. 

“Geez, how much trash do they have?”

“Why the hell would you care?” Levi gave you an exasperated look. 

“I don’t. Let’s go.” You grabbed Levi’s arm and sprinted through the door, rushing through the kitchens before you were caught. 

“Well, that’s one way to get in.” Levi looked around, disgust hitting his face as he watched a guy grind on a girl from behind. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his expression. “Believe it or not that’s what people typically do in a club.” 

“He’s practically fucking her.” 

“I know right.” You chuckled. “We have to find Zeke.” 

“He’s right up there.” Levi gestured to the VIP area, clad in gold and strippers. He had women sitting on his lap, giggling and pushing their perfectly shaped breasts in his face. 

“Wow. Subtle.” Your eyes widened when you saw his golden throne. “You think you can get me something like that?”

Levi chuckled. “Let’s complete this mission. Then we’ll talk.” 

“Ohhh my god, what mission?” A drunk blonde girl bumped into Levi, slinging her arm around your shoulders. “Are you guys like top secret agents?” Her words slurred as she took another sip from her glass. 

“Whatcha drinkin there?” You asked, hoping she’d completely forget about the agent thing.

“I don’t remember. Hey so do you like, have guns?” 

Fuck. Of course, she wouldn’t forget. 

“What’s your name?” Levi asked.

“My name is Shelly. My best friend ditched me and I need a friend.” she sighed before taking another swig. “See my boyfriend dumped me and I just wanted to go find a guy to shag, but no one here is hot except your boyfriend and I don’t really want to step on your toes because you’re like, so pretty and nice and-” 

“Shelly, sorry to interrupt, but how do we get to Zeke?” You questioned. 

“Oh I heard he picks a few women to hang out with him each night. If he likes the way you dance, he’ll invite you in. It happened to my sister once, but I’m never chosen. I mean, I don’t understand. I feel like I’m pretty enough. My boobs should be big enough. Like, I had them enhanced to a D. I’m only 5 foot. Do you know how hard it is to lug these babies around.”

Levi looked away, clearly disturbed by the direction the conversation was going. 

You rested your hand on Shelly’s shoulder. “Of course you’re pretty enough. We really need to talk to Zeke. Do you think you can help us?” 

“Oh my god thank you! Yeah, I’ll totally help you!” Shelly leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “To be completely real, he likes both guys and girls, so your man can get in on that action too. He might take both of you. I hear the payout’s good.” 

“No thank you.” Levi frowned.

“Just dance like sluts and you should be fine.” Shelly took another swig. “Hey, when you guys talk to Zeke, can you tell him about me?” She batted her eyelashes. 

“Shelly, I think you should stay away from him.” You warned. “He’s... not a good man.” You sighed. “Here, talk to him.” You grabbed a random guy in the club. 

“Talk to him. Random guy, this is Shelly, Shelly meet random guy.” you grabbed Levi’s hand and walked towards the center of the club. 

In the distance, you could hear Shelly’s voice. “Oh my gosh. I’ve never met anyone with your name before!”

You really hoped he actually told her his name.

“(Y/N), He’s looking at us,” Levi whispered in your ear. 

Your eyes darted towards Zeke. Sure enough, the shaggy male had his eyes directly on you. Time to strut your stuff… kind of. You weren’t entirely sure if you’d throw the whole mission with some bad, off-beat dancing, but you had to give it a go.

“Okay, Levi. We gotta dance like them.” You pointed towards a couple practically humping on the dance floor.

“Alright.” Levi immediately slipped into the role, no questions asked, hands gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. 

Your eyes widened. You weren’t really expecting him to do this without complaint. His hips ground into yours as you leaned back into him, head resting on his shoulder. His head bent down, wet tongue gliding across your neck as your hips shifted against his. 

The music was loud, making it easy for you to follow the beat. You were usually horrible at dancing, but Levi was making it a lot easier for you. Levi’s toned body felt good against yours. You turned around, running your hands against his muscular chest. His eyes met yours, the two of you losing yourselves in each other’s eyes. 

A large, bald man stalked up to the two of you, grunting to get your attention. Levi stopped his movements, slinging his arm around your shoulders, hand pulling you back ever slightly to protect you. 

“Can I help you sir? I’m kind of busy here.” Levi pulled you closer, if that was even possible. 

“The owner of this club would like to invite you into the VIP area.” The security guard gestured towards the closed off area. Zeke was taking a drink from his crystal glass. 

“Wow. The owner of the club wants to see us, Levi!” You beamed. “It’d be lovely to meet the man who created our favorite club.” 

The guard nodded and escorted the two of you to the VIP area. 

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*Author’s Note: 

I totally thought I could write this in one go, but it’s turning out wayyyy too long, so I’m going to split this up into 2-3 parts. 

Also sorry to the anon who requested this like a year ago. I promise I’m getting my shit together y’all. 

[juuriya]

Teenage Heartbreak Queen

Pairing/s: Gerard Way x Reader

Warning/s: Language, an alcohol mention, angst, and I think that's about it.

Summary: A letter addressed to you. Being best friends all the way back from high school with Gerard, he confesses something- something he regrets not telling you sooner.

A/N: I love bad boy Gerard. In this one, he's looking back on his old teenager memories. Also, I'm pretty proud of this! Hope y'all like it. x

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Remember senior prom? You looked gorgeous in that dress. I asked you out; you said yes. I was super stoked.

I kept fixing my hair, my suit, my corsage, my tie- I was being such a perfectionist, and you know me. The almost exact opposite of some perfectionist. Not even close.

And you? You were so heinously perfect. You laughed and danced the night away, with me. God, I was so happy.

I think I should tell you what I felt when you walked down the stairs. I remember it like it was yesterday. Hell, I sound like an old man.

When I knocked on your door, a wave of nerves started to hit me. I was super duper stoked, trust me- but I was nervous for some stupid reason.

Josh answered the door for me. Remember back then, when he was still your butler? He liked to dye his hair neon colors (at first I thought he was a twink, don't tell him that) and wear, like, casual clothes instead of those tuxedos that butlers wear in the movies. I thought he was so cool. But he was still a twink to me, so not really. Not that I have anything else against twinks, Ryan is probably one.

He was also wearing matching striped pajamas, the blue kind. His hair was red- or was it highlighter yellow- at the time. It weirdly contrasted from his pajamas that were a pretty pastel blue.

He then tells me, "You're here for Y/n? Why- you're early. Come in, have a seat." Or something along the lines of that. I take a seat and wipe my hands on my jeans. See- I was that nervous. I got sweat on my palms.

That sounds like a cool name for a song. Sweat on my palms, sweat on my palms. Oh how I'm so so not-so calm.

"She'll take some time." He chuckled, probably finding it weird that I was so quiet. I was probably brainstorming for that song. I'm so cool.

Kidding, kidding.

"Josh- come see which shoes look better on me, the blue or purple ones?" You called from somewhere upstairs. For some reason you sounded like you were whining. I was so startled and relieved to hear your voice- like all my anxieties melted away.

Josh then excuses himself and starts jogging up your stairs. He calls out an "In a minute, my girl!" And almost trips on your marble staircase and make an absolute fool out of himself, but he doesn't. I wanted him to, though.

I absolutely hated him calling you "my girl". I don't know why, but I did.

When Josh finally reaches the top of the stairs, he disappears down the hallway, and I was left alone for about 20 minutes. It's quiet- save for three or so voices bickering about "It doesn't matter how her hair is styled- she's pretty damn gorgeous anyway," and "Let me try the lipstick on you first, Josh-".

And then Brendon appears in the hallway in his little suit and tie. He's another one of your butlers, and I used to think he was a twink as well. But that was for a short time, since he's pretty masculine and you considered him hot. He is pretty hot, if I do say so myself.

He smiles at me, wiping sweat from his abnormally large forehead. I then noticed that he has swatches of eye shadow on his wrist.

"She'll be down in a while." He pants, and I see that he has leftover make-up powder on his suit jacket. He rushed down the stairs- much more graceful than Josh- and into the kitchen he went. He pops out later with a pitcher of water and a glass on a tray. Fancy.

He pours me a glass and hands it to me. It was room-temperature cold. Just how I liked it, and Brendon knows because I used to always be at your mansion. I would even sneak into your garden just to write songs. Brendon would sometimes stay and chat, unlike Josh, who would stay by your side. I don't know if you knew that I trespass in your house though. I'm sorry, I didn't ever give a damn, Sugar.

"She's quite worth the wait." Brendon half-apologizes and half-exclaims, and I could see that it was exciting him. He must've done a lot to look this sweaty and covered in glittery make-up.

"Oh my god, Brendon, you can't just leave the godforsaken room," Dallon shouts, and it's weird because he's just your really quiet tall chauffer that occasionally makes really snarky remarks to Brendon or you. He runs out of the hallway, opening his mouth to say something but stopping short upon seeing me. He's holding a pair of glittery blue pumps.

"Hello, Mr. Way." He smiles that charming and abnormally pretty un-driver-like smile of his at me, and shoots Brendon a cold, icy glare. Ooh, drama.

"Brendon. She needs her 'photographer'. You know that." He rolls his eyes playfully at the little quotation marks and he does them in the air, awkwardly holding the pumps, and disappears back into the hallway. Brendon scampered after him. I'm left alone again, and the silence is annoying, so I automatically went to your garden. Since the air is like, crisper.

I breathed in the crisp air. I love the smell of garden air. Maybe not as much as breathing, and you know why.

I took a cigarette from my suit jacket and lit it up. It's pretty handy that I have a pack and a lighter in there- as well as a pocket knife. Don't ask. I took a drag from it and let the smoke free into the air from my mouth.

The light from your bedroom window shone and made shadows on the grass- cliché, I know, but at that point I had already figured out that sometimes life is like a crappy rom-com movie. The shadows moved and bickered. The arguments made listening entertaining. So I sat, like the weirdo kid I was on the edge of your fountain, eavesdropping and whatnot.

I know, eavesdropping is wrong, but I'm a bad bitch- you can't kill me.

"You absolute twink, Y/n wants rosettes in her hair!" Brendon argues.

"No, it's weirdly too aesthetic and she's not gonna like that, fivehead." Josh bit.

A little pile of small rosettes flew through the window. I didn't know rosettes could fly.

"Josh- what the actual living hell?" Brendon screeched, and I supressed the urge to laugh. I picked up a small rosette, as they landed in front of me. They were white. Nice.

"Language!" Dallon scolded. Language my ass. They were full-on bickering for about 5 minutes with phrases like "milk man" or "unexistent ghost twink" were thrown around until Tyler stepped in.

(I didn't even know he was there. He's as quiet as a mouse. I think he was your gardener's son. Did you have a thing for gardener boys? Haha, I have a thing for garden air. So weird.)

"Would you both stop yelling? I'm going to do a half updo. No one can stop me."

"I'd like that, Ty." Your voice honestly cuts through like a gentle flower thorn in the silence and I absolutely loved it.

Oh, and you're probably wondering how I remember all of these events. I know things. Remember?

I even know what time it is right now as I'm writing this. Without a watch, of course. 8:06 pm. Cool, right?

Anyway, silence and shushes were heard by me for the next 10 minutes. At the time it was already past nine. Great- we're gonna be fashionably late. Didn't faze me much, since I was always late to class and whatnot. Never hurts to be late as to be pretty.

"Alright- she's done. Now, let's get ready for the cliché walking down the stairs thing." Tyler says, you could hear his smile. Cameras snapped, and rustling was heard. I thought that is would be really damn weird for me to be in the garden rather than in your living room, so I sprinted at godspeed back to that sofa and hopped into your comfortable chair. My body sank into the velvet.

"Oh, Jesus- Tyler, you little-! Don't touch her hair! Get away with your fancy shmancy spraying bullsh-" Ah, Brendon. Sweet, sweet Brendon. When will you ever shut the fuck up?

"It's hairspray, genius." Tyler calmly argued as I heard a little more shuffling.

And then, you appeared. You stood at the top of the extending staircase. You looked stunning. My breath was taken away at every blink of your pretty eyes. At every inch of you that was there standing in shiny combat boots. At every passing millisecond you spent beaming at me, Sugar.

I felt like I could burst into tears at that moment. But I couldn't, because I'm a bad bitch- remember?

Anyways, I'm getting emotional here. You just looked so stunning and until now that image of you in that dress is burned into my head.

You smiled, and you looked a thousand times better. No, a million. And I felt like my eyeliner was running, so I tilted my head up. Not after saying "Holy smokes.", which was an understatement to how i felt when i saw you.

You laughed, and it lightly echoed throughout the room. Dallon was taking pictures and the camera was clicking, and I still have one of the photos. It's the one where you were sitting next to me on your old couch and we were smiling, you held up a hand in a peace sign, and i held up bunny ears behind your head with a small smile.

It's one of the best moments in my life, until now.

I love you, Y/n. I just needed to get this off my chest. I'm sorry for weighing it on you, Sugar. It's been years since I've ever said that. Did you know, the last time was that when I was as drunk as ever? Or not.

That same night of prom that was oh-so many years ago. We were on roof of the car, and everyone else was either passed out or too piss drunk to even speak.

You were slightly intoxicated and I wasn't. Even a little bit. Especially after the alcohol poisoning. See, I can talk about it now without crying or getting angry. Growth!

That night I saw you in your absolute form. That doesn't make sense, but to me it does. The slight breeze, blowing the strands of hair from the, earlier, perfect hairdo. The faded make-up. Your untainted lips because you didn't like lipstick all that much before. Your eyes, not-so blown from alcohol, shining and pretty and the most beautiful ever.

I whispered the three goddamn words. "I love you."

Like an idiot, really. I didn't think before I said them.

You didn't say anything, just smiled. Then I got afraid, like a coward, and stood up to stand at the side of the car. I took out a lighter then started silently fucking crying about how I was so whipped for you. Thank god that nobody was properly conscious at the time.

My one and only not-really high school sweetheart. My teenage heartbreak queen.

You didn't hallucinate. You didn't imagine it. It was a hundred percent real. I'm sorry that I lied by shaking it off. Now, look where it's got me.

Confessing on your wedding day.

I don't know if you want to read this letter before or after the wedding. Still, really bad fucking timing. I'm sorry. I'm probably selfish and inconsiderate and might as well still be playing the attention whore from high school.

Don't worry about me. I've met a girl, her name is Lindsey. She's cool. I love her, and we're about seven months strong.

Maybe she's the one.

Congratulations, Sugar. Don't worry, I'll go to your wedding, maybe stop by for a while. I hope you're happy with Frank. Imagine, Y/n Iero. That actually makes me happy, you and Frankie.

I love you, forever and always.

God, that's cheesy.

Xoxo, G

[ellanainthetardis]

prompt: the guys take haymitch to a strip club, but he doesnt like it and just wants to go home and be with effie, so he does ( you can make it smut if you want)

I did want xD Get ready for the crack crappy smut ‘cause I still can’t write that but watch me try [X]

Striptease

Effie glanced up at the clock when she heardthe chime of the elevator and made a face before quickly crushing the bud ofher cigarette in the ashtray. It was early still, much earlier than Haymitchusually came back. She barely had time to feel around her purse for the smallbottle of perfume and to spray some in the air to mask the odor of tobacco –she didn’t fancy a lecture on smoking that night. The ashtray was deftly hiddenunder a magazine.

When her victor stumbled in the room, itappeared as though she was filing her nails.

“Busy night, I see.” he mocked, going straightfor the liquor cart.

“Haven’t you had enough?” she rebuked,wrinkling her nose. “Where were you? You smell… even worse than usual.”

And it was putting it mildly. He smelt like sweatand smoke and liquor.

“Strip club.” he mumbled, pouring himself awhiskey. “Chaff and Jo’s great idea.”

She wasn’t quick enough to hide her annoyanceand he lifted his eyebrows at the irritated look she shot him. She filed hernail harder – and she would have to make an appointment at the beauty parlorthe next day because she was ruiningher manicure – focusing on the task rather than on him.

“I see.” she huffed. “I won’t ask if you hadfun then, will I? I do hope you werediscreet at least. It won’t do for Twelve’s good name to be dragged in the mudbecause its victor visits houses of ill-repute.”

He chuckled, perching himself on the armrest ofthe couch instead of properly sitting next to her. “Twelve’s got no good nameand I said strip club not brothel… Might have been a special orderon the menu though. Can’t say. I left when the dancers became too friendly.” Hecoiled his free hand around the back of her neck, squeezing once. “Why the longface, sweetheart… You’re jealous?”

“Hardly.” she huffed, shrugging his hand off.“Why did you leave then?”

“Don’t like having women on my lap.” hesnorted. “Even if they’re naked and ready for the taking.”

The image he was describing made her blood boilfor exactly no good reason at all. She snatched the glass of whiskey from hishand and stood up, storming to the window and taking a sip of the liquor. Itdid nothing to cool her temper. She hatedwhiskey – so obviously it had to behis poison of choice.

“Hit a nerve, did I?” he smirked and herirritation grew when she realized he was amusedby her reaction. “Don’t like the idea of me looking at pretty young nakedthings? Should have seen them, sweetheart… Perky breasts, tight nipples… Firmasses… And the legs…”

“Will you stop?” she snapped. “I have nointerest in listening to this. You are a pig.”

And the idea of him doing exactly that, of him watching women wrigglingand writhing in front of him, begging for his attention…

“Maybe.” he granted, dropping in the seat shehad  just vacated. “You’re going to giveme my booze back?”

“No.” she declared, taking a pointed sip fromhis glass. “You do not deserve it.”

Damn him, his smirk and his twinklingeyes.

He knewshe was annoyed and he also knew whyalthough the reason would remain unvoiced and unaddressed as usual. There werethings too dangerous to be acknowledged. As long as they could pretend…

“You’ve got the best ass this side of thecountry.” he said, almost placating. “Didn’t see a better one.”

“This side of the country?” she repeated with ahuff. “Haymitch, I have been elected sexiest woman of the year, three years ina row. I do think I look a littlebetter than mere strippers.”

He chuckled. “What year was that?”

She narrowed her eyes at him and he lifted hishands in a defensive gesture. He was in a good mood, she observed, and shewondered what exactly had happened at that club.

“Are you sure you did not enjoy it?” she asked,trying to keep the ice out of her voice because she had no business policinghim. He was free to enjoy whatever he wanted to enjoy and to do whatever hewanted to do.

“Enjoyed the view for a while.” he admittedwith a shrug. “Then it got boring. It’s like foreplay with no actual… You know.”

A little assuaged by that, she took another sipof whiskey. “You are not fond of foreplay.”

“Depends with whom.” he smirked. “Can’t say Iwouldn’t like you stripping for me…”

“I do not think you deserved that either.” she commented.

He tilted his head to the side and watched her,the smirk deepening a little. “Kept my hands to myself.”

“Common decency is hardly a feat worth atreat.” she declared, finishing the liquor and abandoning the glass on a tablenext to a vase for the Avoxes to clean up.

“Kept imaging it was you in front of me…” hecontinued, his voice dropping to a rough tone that always made her a little aroused – not that she wouldadmit that much. “Say, you can do the stuff on the pole?”

“Since there is no pole in the penthouse, youare unlikely to find out.” she hummed – and immediately put it on her to-dolist to take some discreet classes because one could not have too many skills.

“I’ve been dying to fuck you since that girltried to rub her ass on me.” he told her.

It was crass. And awful. And she shouldn’t havebeen as arousing as she found it to be.

“Let me make sure I understand…” she growled.“I should let you take me to bed because you are turned on by another womantrying to seduce you?”

He slumped a little on the couch, his gaze byfar too knowing. “Lose the wig.”

His voice wasn’t as much teasing as commandingnow and her automatic response was to lick her lips. “I am not playing thisgame, Haymitch.”

They stared at each other steadily for a whileand the certainty she read in his eyes angered her. He was convinced she wouldcave.

“Lose the wig.” he repeated.

“Not until you learn proper manners.” sheretorted. “Say please and I mightconsider it.”

“You don’t want proper manners.” he mocked.“You want to be fucked so hard you can’t think anymore.”

“You are so vulgar.” she scoffed with openloathing.

“And it makes you so wet.” he taunted.

“Do not talk to me like I am a stripper or aprostitute.” she hissed. “I am a lady and I will not…”

“You’re no lady, sweetheart.” he cut her off.“Cause ladies don’t get off being fucked from behind the way you do…” The smirkwas back, cocky and smug. “Maybe I’ll take you that way tonight… Bent over thecouch… You’d like that?”

She probably would. And wasn’t that anirritating thought?

“You won’t take me at all.” she scowled. “Youhave annoyed me. I am not your sex toy.”

She folded her arms over her chest and glaredat him.

“Lose the wig.” he demanded again.

“Say please.”she challenged right back.

Amusement flickered on his face. “You’realready soaked, yeah?”

“Just like you are already hard, I suppose.”she dismissed, because it was of little consequence how aroused they both were,the only thing that mattered was who would win this particular verbal spar. Shedidn’t mind giving up eventually because he did like to be in charge and sheloved how dominant he could be but she didn’t like the assumption that shewould simply hand power over like it was a given. She liked the struggle forcontrol. She liked the fight.

He studied her for a moment and then shrugged.“Please, lose the wig, sweetheart.”

“Muchbetter.” she beamed, quickly pulling pins out and letting them ping on thefloor.

Soon, the wig joined the pins and she tousledher natural curls, crushing down her insecurities. Any other man in the Capitoland she would have been mortified by her plain blond hair but Haymitch… Hisgaze darkened and he licked his lips because her hair, for some reason, was animmediate turn on to him.

“The dress now.” he commanded.

For a second, she almost made him ask politelyfor it once more but then she forgot the thought. It wouldn’t be as fun. Shecould wriggle the power back later.

She unzipped the dress and let the purple silkflop to the floor, slowly stepping out of the pool of fabric. She stood there,proud and victorious, offering herself to his hungry stare. She was wearing acorset and matching navy blue panties embroidered with golden arabesques. Sheknew she looked amazing and it made her feel powerful. The way he looked at hermade her feel powerful.

It wasn’t the healthiest, what they were doing. And often she thought they shouldstop while they were ahead. But sex was a drug of its own, just like his liquoror her cigarettes. It made them crazy and weak for each other. She simply couldn’t resist.

She brushed the tip of her fingers along theswell of her breast, looking straight at him. “Should I take the corset off ordo you want to do it yourself?”

She made it sound innocent and he growled, hisright hand falling between his legs. It was cheating, she wanted to argue,because she wanted to do that herselfbut she couldn’t deny she enjoyed the thought of him touching himself becauseshe was just… too much.

“Do it.” he said.

The corset was tied on the front and she made ashow of undoing the knot and then on pulling on the laces, going very slowly. He squeezed himself withevery new flash of creamy white skin and when the corset dropped at her feet,he was obviously flushed. He chucked his waistcoat away and unbuttoned hisshirt.

“Don’t.” she warned when he moved to open hispants. “That’s mine.”

He snorted and then shrugged. “Then come andget it.”

“But I have clothes on still.” she hummed.“This is a complete striptease.”

He shot her a look that let her know he knew what she was doing and he didn’tenjoy having the power stolen back like that.

“Panties off.” he demanded anyway.

She strode closer, swinging her hips, thegolden bangles on her wrist clinging together with every step. He opened hislegs for her without her having to ask and she stepped in between them, herintent clear. His hands briefly rested at the back of her thighs and thenroamed up to knead her ass.

“Take them off.” she requested. “With yourteeth.”

“Bossy.” he commented.

“Do you want me bent over the couch or not?”she challenged, lifting an eyebrow.

She hadn’t been expecting the small slap on herass and so she startled and yelped. Haymitch simply smirked. “I’m in charge,sweetheart.”

“Aren’t you always?” she replied innocently.“Now, pull my panties down. With your teeth.”

He wasn’t delicate when his mouth closed on thewaistband of her panties and she almost regretted that particular idea becauseshe was rather fond of that underwear set. Of course, she stopped secondguessing when his nose nuzzled her mound on his way down. With the pantiesstuck around her thighs, preventing her from fleeing, he forced her legs apartand, before she could say anything, his tongue was poking at her core.

“Haymitch.” she breathed out, all thought oftheir game deserting her mind. There was a more pressing concern: pleasure.

“Like I said…” he chuckled between her thighs.“I’m in charge.”

His tongue was too talented for his own good.  

When he stopped torturing her, her legs wereshaking, she was gripping his shoulders so tight her nails had probably leftcrescent shaped marks on his skin and she was far too gone to think. He had taken her to the brink andhe had left her hanging.

She barely registered when he slid herunderwear off or pulled her down so she would straddle his lap.

“My heels…” she reminded him.

“Leave them on.” he mumbled.

“I thought you did not like women sitting onyou.” was the only gibe she could muster and it was muttered under her breath becauseshe was too busy rubbing herself on him, trying to create friction, to find release.

It didn’t take a long time for him to be ready.When he pushed her off his lap, she got into position without being told, herstomach wedged on the armrest, her legs spread as wide as she could. She heardthe zip of his pants and the ruffling of fabric, she felt him move in akneeling position behind her and she closed her eyes in anticipation.

He didn’t touch her at once and it was evenbetter.

He teased her.

Breathing down her back…

Kissing and nipping at her spine…

Kneading her ass…

When he finally thrust into her, it took her bysurprise and she gasped in pleasure.

Of course, it also prompted him to bend overher, face pressed against her lower back to muffle his chuckles. She didn’tcare. At that point, the only thing she cared about was triggering her climax.She sneaked a hand between her legs but Haymitch grabbed it and trapped it atthe small of her back. He grabbed her other wrist and held it secure too.

“Don’t cheat, sweetheart.” he teased. “You wantsomething, you beg for it.”

“No.” she protested with the last shred ofsanity she had.

He gave one powerful thrust and she whimpered.Another and she was wriggling, trying to rub herself against the leatherarmrest of the couch. She got another small slap on her ass for her troubles.

“None of that.” he growled. “What do you want,Effie?”

The use of her name was a rare one. He usuallypreferred pet names. And in that context…

“Fuckme.” she breathed out. “Please, fuckme.”

“Why, Princess…” he mocked. “You only had toask.”

The thrusts were deep and brutal and she lovedevery moment of it. The whimpers turned to screams without her truly realizingit, she had no control over her body or what was going out of her mouth – encouragements, pleas and threats alike.

When she came, she came hard, slumping over the armrest without a care, the upper part ofher body dangling down. She didn’t even notice when he found his release, onlyrealizing he was done when he pulled her back properly on the couch. There wasa sticky mess between her legs but she didn’t even care, she was bone deepexhausted for all the right reasons and so she laid on the couch on her back,panting a little, naked except for her high heels. Haymitch was sitting next toher hip, still half undressed, pants around his knees, watching her, pantingtoo.

“He’s a fool.” he muttered suddenly.

“Who?” she asked, rolling on her side so thathe would have enough room to lie down if he so wished. They didn’t cuddle but, sometimes, he would allowthem to ride the afterglow together. She loved it more than she should have.

He didlie down but not before kicking his pants and his shirt off properly. It wasbetter that way. She got to snuggle close to his naked body.

“Chaff.” he sighed. “Thought those girls weresexy… Clearly, he hasn’t met you.”

“If you are saying I ruined you for otherwomen, don’t expect me to apologize.” she teased. “I am simply that exceptional.”

He snorted but turned his head so his nosewould be buried in her hair. His hand ran up and down her side for a moment andthen wandered down to her bottom, rubbing the spot he had slapped twice.

“You did not hurt me.” she hummed. “Do notfret.”

“I ain’t.” he scorned.

“I would have your head on a plate if you had,you know that.” she insisted. “I am not helpless. Everything I do with you, Ifully consent to.”

“I know.” he granted. “Not sure it’s quiteclever of you, but I know.”

She pressed her face against his shoulder anddid her best to just enjoy the instant. Peaceful moments were too fleetingduring the Games.

Next year, she thought… She would find a way tosneak a pole in the penthouse.

[typical-trope]

Cherik #4

Awww thank you @kitachan21!Teacher/Single parent

The school was large, and split into three sections. It had been built long before the ADA had been enacted, and the additions had been sloppy. David was good about being patient at the doors, even in the bitter winter weather. He watched his father’s winding progress towards the entrance with guilt wafting off him. If he hadn’t gotten into trouble, his father wouldn’t have had to come to a parent-teacher meeting. As it was, the professor was doing a remarkable job at not seeming affected by the sudden change in plans, though he was giving his best disapproving gaze.

The young boy led his father through the junior high and towards the elementary section. Mr. Lehnsherr’s second grade classroom was close to the entrance, but that didn’t make getting there any faster. Charles insisted on stopping and greeting both David’s former kindergarten and first grade teachers. They didn’t talk long, but the delay ate at the boy’s stomach. No one was late to Mr. Lehnsherr’s classes, and there was only a minute until the appointment. It didn’t look like his father was going to stop talking with Ms. Munroe in time.

‘Dad, we have to meet Mr. Lehnsherr. Come on.’

The message was met with a wall, making the boy groan in frustration. His father had really strong mental walls, and made David use his voice as often as possible. He hated it, but this was an emergency. “Dad, come on.”

“Just a moment, please. Ms. Munroe and I are talking.” Ms. Munroe smiled down at David and knelt down to his level.

“Why don’t you go on ahead to Mr. Lehnsherr’s room, and tell him your dad is on his way?” Her blue eyes met his, sparkling with kindness.

Even with the encouragement of another adult, David was reluctant to leave. That would mean he’d be in a room alone with Mr. Lehnsherr, and that was to be avoided at all costs. However, he could feel subtle urging, and knew he had to leave the first grade classroom. Dragging his feet over the carpet and onto the tiles slowed the process, but it also meant it was the exact time to meet with Mr. Lehnsherr when he stepped through the door.

‘Dad is on his way.’ David frowned as he felt his message hit a block. Mr. Lehnsherr had mental walls, but the boy had never felt him use them before. He was one of the only teachers that actively encouraged students to use their powers. It was one reason David actually liked him, though he had never taken advantage of that fact until today.

But now he was being forced to use his voice. Again. “Dad is here.”

Mr. Lehnsherr looked up from the test he was grading and didn’t smile. Normally, David would be glad Mr. Lehnsherr hadn’t smiled. He had a scary one. There were too many teeth, and his eyes got squinty, but even that was better than the somber look he was wearing now. “Will you pull up a few chairs, David?” He bent back over the test and made a few more marks as David pulled a small chair over for himself.

“You must be Mr. Lehnsherr. David has told me quite a bit about you.” The professor entered with a wide smile. “I’m so sorry we had to meet under these conditions. Though I’m not entirely certain what they are yet. David wasn’t very forthcoming.” He sent the boy a look.

Mr. Lehnsherr rose and shook the professor’s hand before sitting back down and pulling out the dreaded manila folder. David kicked the legs of his chair hard, hoping the pain in his heels would distract him from the bubbling guilt. “I’m sorry we had to meet his way, too. You see, your son manifested in class today, and I’m afraid it was rather invasive.” The manila folder went across the desk, and David’s father scanned the report with a growing frown.

“I’m not sure I understand why you believe he manifested today.” David kicked the legs harder, his chair scooting back from the force. “This is all rather alarming.” The professor sounded concerned, but David couldn’t force himself to meet the man’s eyes. He hated when his father came from the college in his thick sports jacket and pressed pants. He never felt like father at those times. And certainly not like dad.

“Your son is a telepath, Mr. Haller. A rather strong one, at that. He projected an answer at me when I called on him this afternoon. He needs training immediately. The potential effects of an untrained telepath is extremely serious.” Mr. Lehnsherr did not look friendly as he gazed at the young boy.

David felt tears well up, and he sniffed hard to keep them from dripping down his nose. He hadn’t thought he’d hurt Mr. Lehnsherr when he’d given the answer, but the man had paled so quickly, and the mental shields had slammed up so hard they had actually hurt him. He felt like his brain was bruised a little. Not that either of the grown-ups cared.

Or, he hadn’t thought they would. “David, come here, darling.” That was Dad’s voice. When David looked up, it was only Dad looking at him. Not the professor, or father. He flung himself off his chair and into his dad’s lap, crying into the thick padding of the ugly sports coat. “David has wonderful control of his telepathy for his age, I assure you. He didn’t manifest today. He has presented since birth, and has been trained on how to send and receive messages since he came into my care five years ago. Did you even bother to look at the records of your new students, Mr. Lehnsherr? I assure you, all the proper paperwork and warnings have been placed on them. While I encourage David to use his voice whenever possible, I don’t appreciate being called in because he answered a question using his powers rather than his voice. Is there going to be a problem?”

David curled in tighter to the love and care he felt encompassing him, and wondered how Mr. Lehnsherr felt hearing that voice. It wasn’t Dad, or Father, or even the professor. David had only ever heard that voice once, and it was when they had come across some humans kicking a boy with pretty white wings.

The silence that followed was tense, and David was afraid he was going to get sick. He knew he wasn’t the reason Dad was angry, but he didn’t like it, all the same. “There’s no problem, Mr. Haller. I apologize for my ignorance. I was hired a week before term started, and Principal MacTaggert has been out sick, and unable to give me my student’s files. I’m afraid I’ve been at a disadvantage in regards to my powered students. David hadn’t shown any signs of a mutation since the beginning of the year.”

David peaked out to look at his teacher, chest tight in fear. Mr. Lehnsherr was radiating tight control of his emotions, but his face was still red. “Dad isn’t Mr. Haller,” he finally whispered. His dad’s hands smoothed down his back, encouraging the words.

“I’m sorry?” Mr. Lehnsherr seemed to lose some of his tension as he focused on David.

The boy turned and pressed his back to his father’s chest, hugging his dad’s arm to his stomach. “Dad isn’t Mr. Haller. Dad is Dr. Xavier. He and my mommy never married.” He tightened his grip on his dad’s hand.

Mr. Lehnsherr’s eyes widened as he looked up at David’s dad. David felt the weakening of the tight shields around his teacher’s mind, and understanding was strong behind it. “I hadn’t known.”

“Obviously.” His dad was still short, but David could feel tension leaving the body at his back. “Now, if you trust my ability to teach my son control of his telepathy, I have an evening class to teach in an hour, and I have to drive David home.”

Mr. Lehnsherr rose from his chair again, and held out his hand. “I’m sorry to have inconvenience you, Professor.”

David looked up at his teacher, wondering at the trickle of orange that was flowing from the other man’s mind. He hadn’t felt that color before. Red was usually love, and yellow was friendship, but orange was new. It was warmer, and stronger. He went to poke at it to study it more, but his father’s cool blue wrapped around his own questing robin’s egg and drew it back it. ‘Leave it be, darling.’

David leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying warmth of his dad’s lap as they went out to the car.

‘Does Mr. Lehnsherr like you?’

‘Mr. Lehnsherr admires me. And yes, he is attracted to me. Does that bother you?’

‘Will you marry him?’

‘You’re being silly now.’

David knew his dad had gotten an email from Mr. Lehnsherr later that night. And that they continued to exchange emails. He also knew that Mr. Lehnsherr didn’t run into them at the park by accident after the first time. He knew he wasn’t supposed to know all that, but as long as he kept it quiet, his father never scolded him for not ignoring the things he picked up on.

David walked across the stage and shook Principal MacTaggert’s hand, feeling pride spike from the front row of the audience. He looked down and saw his dad beaming back at him. Next to his dad stood his step-father, beaming just as wide.

David made it back to his seat to wait out the rest of the graduating class, riding high off the emotions around him. His friends patted and slapped his back, managing to keep him present for the most part.

It was finally at dinner that David realized his mistake in eating with his dads rather than going out with friends.

“I remember the first time you used your telepathy on me,” Erik said with a grin.

David groaned and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you’re smiling. You were terrified I’d turn you into a slurpee from lack of control.”

“But you’d been in class for a week, and hadn’t said a single word. Or even used your powers.” Erik had learned shortly after the end of that year that David enjoyed using his powers quite a lot.

“I was sure you couldn’t be the same Lehnsherr that wrote the scathing commentary on Senator Kelly.” Charles laughed.

“You and David made me feel like such an ass that day. I went home and banged my head against the wall for half an hour.”

“I thought you’d had a bruise on your forehead the next day,” David mused. He projected an image of Erik wearing a blue cable knit sweater standing in front of the class, with a slight purpling on his right temple.

“Have I mentioned your eidetic memory is incredibly unnerving?” Erik mumbled, blushing.

David’s dad laughed and kissed Erik’s cheek. “I’ve known about that for years. Your ability to retain and replay embarrassing scenarios in your head has been marvelously informative, love.”

David grinned and let them continue on reminiscing. He’d be going off to London in the morning to visit some of his dad’s distant relatives and bring some of the things he’d want in college with him. He’d be making the trip a few times over the summer, but both his dad and Erik were going to be going on a three month cruise, so this was their last night together for a while. He could put up with the stories for one evening.